GoldLink – Coke White / Moscow Lyrics

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[Part I: Coke White]

[Intro: Pusha T]
Coke white cash got me feeling like Royce
Millionaire drug dealer raps
Uh, yeah, you leave me no choice
Show and tell
We don’t need no toys, y’all some pussy boys
If I say it, you can see it
We don’t need no toys, y’all some pussy boys, uh
Push

[Verse 1: Pusha T]
Coke white Spyder, coke white Rover
Coke white, coke white, no bakin’ soda
Park a half a million on the curb just to show ya
You can be the mayor when the whole city owe ya
We ’bout it, ’bout it like them No Limit Soldiers
This ice cream, man, kilos go for lower
The luggage is the new collab’ duffle by Rimowa
The leather shoulder straps makes it easier for chauffeurs
The PJ’s for six, you better hope one is not your bitch
And drug dealers never been her niche
We compare wrists by the watch complication
We compare rich by who’s more ostentatious
Diamonds lined up make a star constellation
And never talk numbers via phone conversations
I mix and match ’em, platinum and gold links
A perfect combination like when Pusha and Gold link
(Pusha and Gold link)

[Chorus]
Coke white cash got me feeling like Royce
Waiting, uh, um, yeah, you leave me no choice
We don’t need no toys, y’all some pussy boys
We don’t need no toys, y’all some pussy boys, uh

[Part II: Moscow]

[Chorus]
Coke white cash got me feeling like Royce
Waiting, uh, um, yeah, you leave me no choice
We don’t need no toys, y’all some pussy boys
We don’t need no toys, y’all some pussy boys, uh

[Verse 2: GoldLink]
Yeah
Nigga turned 24, I ain’t pulled up in a Ghost
Lamborghini Centenario LP-700, you ain’t know
I done seen so many come, I done seen so many go
Pistol packing, then I started trapping, then I started rapping, then I blowed
Nigga take it on the chin, Rick Rubin let me in
Saw me sitting on the bench, Tunji told him put me in
Now I’m giving buckets out, figure word of mouth, think I’m from the South
Now I’m getting batline calls from the women that you dream about
Cold nigga, yet I’m bold-hearted
Always remember where it all started
Niggas thinkin’ it was easy money ’til we came into it and we made a market
Made selfmade millions, rap hero turned villain
RCA made a monster, new coat crocodilian
Do the song for the kids, show these little motherfuckers how we living
Real drug dealer shit, trappin’ out apartment buildings
Goddamn, what a time, what a time, what a ride
Heard it only gets better, even better, more time
Goddamn, what a time (Yeah)

[Interlude: Project Pat]
Pistol packing, never slacking, killer, killer, killer
Mr. pistol packing, never slacking, killer, killer, killer
Mr. pistol packing, never slacking, killer, killer, killer
Mr. pistol packing, never slacking, killer, killer, killer

[Verse 3: GoldLink]
Big gun, big gun, nigga, should’ve never let us in
Shawty let me brought a friend, should’ve never brought a friend
Would I hit both teams? Hmm, that kind of all depends
‘Cause money be the motive, money be my girlfriend
I’m committed to the movement, you committed to the wave
Yeah, I know it get you paid, but why you tatted on your face?
All season, every year, we the ones they want to fear
Killing niggas like I do, killing niggas or my peers
I don’t give a fuck, I just run amuck
I reiterate, I just want the bucks
I just want the neck, I ain’t talkin’ head
Big fat bed, not a flatbed
Want the simple things, kind of stripper things
That’s on thicker things, late at night things
Real vibe thing , in the night with it
When I hit it, girl, all night with it
Goddamn, what a time

[Outro: GoldLink]
Yeah
IFFY FM

Lil Pump – Movin’ lyrics

(feat. Smokepurpp)

[Intro: Lil Pump]
Lil Pump
Ice, ice
Ice

[Chorus: Lil Pump]
Work come in, I’m movin’, ooh
Work come in, I’m movin’, ooh
Trap house lookin’ so stupid (yuh)
Trap house lookin’ so stupid, movin’
Movin’, movin’, movin’, ooh
Movin’, movin’, movin’, ooh
Movin’, movin’, movin’, ooh
Movin’, movin’, movin’, ooh
Work come in, I’m movin’, ooh
Trap house lookin’ so stupid, ooh
Work come in, I’m movin’, ooh
Trap house lookin’ so stupid, movin’
Movin’, movin’, movin’ (brr), ooh
Movin’, movin’, movin’, ooh
Movin’, movin’, movin’, ooh
Movin’, movin’, movin’, ooh

[Verse 1: Lil Pump & SmokePurpp]
Movin’, movin’, movin’, ooh
That bitch actin’ stupid, ooh
Hunnid on wrist, Rick Rubin, ooh
Comin’ in the trap, I’m movin’, ooh
Damn, Lil Pump fucks your mother
Damn, then I’ll rob your brother (ooh)
Damn, slap him with some butter (yuh)
Damn, hunnid—ooh, huh?—on wrist like Usher, damn

[Verse 2: SmokePurpp]
Hunnid on my wrist like Usher (huh?)
In the Rari, bitch, I’m burnin’ off rubber (skrrt, okay)
Fuck a bitch, give a fuck ’bout her brother (brother, uh)
If the teacher give me homework, I’ma cut her (I don’t know)
I be in the trap (trap), I be in the trap (trap)
Lil Pump pulled up and gave your momma crack (what?)
Runnin’ through the back, ’cause you know I need a sack
Pull up to the wedding and I pull up with a strap (bah)

[Chorus: Lil Pump]
Work come in, I’m movin’, ooh
Work come in, I’m movin’, ooh
Trap house lookin’ so stupid (yuh)
Trap house lookin’ so stupid, movin’
Movin’, movin’, movin’, ooh
Movin’, movin’, movin’, ooh
Movin’, movin’, movin’, ooh
Movin’, movin’, movin’, ooh
Work come in, I’m movin’, ooh
Trap house lookin’ so stupid, ooh
Work come in, I’m movin’, ooh
Trap house lookin’ so stupid, movin’
Movin’, movin’, movin’, ooh
Movin’, movin’, movin’, ooh
Movin’, movin’, movin’, ooh
Movin’, movin’, movin’, ooh

[produced by: Ronny J]

Lil Pump – Crazy lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah, Lil Pump
Ooh, Big Head on the beat
Ooh, ooh
Yeah, ooh, yeah, ooh
Yeah, ooh, yeah, ooh
Yeah, ooh, essketit

[Chorus]
That bitch she swallow my baby, ooh
Bought me a brand new Mercedes, ooh
I do this shit on a daily, yeah
I do this shit on a daily, ayy
Jump in this bitch and go crazy, ooh
Jump in this bitch and go crazy, ooh (damn)
Jump in this bitch and go crazy, ooh
Jump in this bitch and go crazy, ooh
Jump in this bitch, jump in this bitch
Jump in this bitch and go crazy, ooh
Jump in this bitch and go crazy, ooh
Jump in this bitch and go crazy, ooh
Jump in this bitch and go crazy, ooh
Jump in this bitch and go crazy, yeah
Jump in this bitch and go crazy, yeah
Jump in this bitch and go crazy, yeah

[Verse]
Jump in this bitch and go stupid, yeah
I’m so rich, look like Rick Rubin, huh
Fuck a bitch, I leave her coolin’, yuh
Six in the mornin’, I boot her
I pop hella Molly, I drive Maserati
Then shut down your party, I air out the shawty
We drink hella water, we run through your daughter
Shotgun supporter, I’m takin’ yo’ motor
I bust out my Rollie, I bust out my wrist
And I’m walkin’ to class and I’m takin’ yo’ bitch
And you can’t tell me nothin’, young nigga but rich
If he say somethin’ stupid, I’m sendin’ them hits
Jump in this bitch and go crazy, ayy
Jump in this bitch and go crazy, ooh
Your diamonds is so fugazi, ooh
Your diamonds is so fugazi, ayy

[Chorus]
That bitch she swallow my baby, ooh
Bought me a brand new Mercedes, ooh
I do this shit on a daily, yeah
I do this shit on a daily, ayy
Jump in this bitch and go crazy, ooh
Jump in this bitch and go crazy, ooh (damn)
Jump in this bitch and go crazy, ooh
Jump in this bitch and go crazy, ooh
Jump in this bitch, jump in this bitch
Jump in this bitch and go crazy, ooh
Jump in this bitch and go crazy, ooh
Jump in this bitch and go crazy, ooh
Jump in this bitch and go crazy, ooh
Jump in this bitch and go crazy, yeah
Jump in this bitch and go crazy, yeah
Jump in this bitch and go crazy, yeah

[Outro]
Jump in this bitch, jump in this bitch
Jump in this bitch and go crazy, ooh
Jump in this bitch and go crazy, ooh
Jump in this bitch and go crazy, ooh

Lil Pump – Whitney lyrics

(feat. Chief Keef)

[Chorus: Lil Pump]
Bring ten bitches to the back
Whippin’ up Whitney, boy how you do that, ooh
Bring ten bitches to the back
Whippin’ up Whitney, boy how you do that, ooh
Whippin’ up Whitney, Whippin’ up Whitney, Lil Pump how you do that? Ooh
Whippin’ up Whitney, Whippin’ up Whitney, Lil Pump how you do that? Ooh
Damn, I went and flexed like this
Diamonds so yellow it look like piss, ooh
I can’t wife no bitch, spent a couple racks up on my wrist, ooh
I can’t wife no thot, damn, bitch I’m sippin’ Wok, damn
And I’m off this xan, damn, this will never stop, damn

[Verse 1: Chief Keef]
Hop in a foreign and step on it
Sippin’ on good drank, and I got a loaf on
Cops pull me over right now they gon’ lock me up
‘Cause I got all this smoke on me
And I’m so mothafuckin’ inked
Lookin’ like the tattoo man just wrote on me
In the all white P1 lookin’ like I got a whole bunch of coke on me
Slide down, ride down, I’m the king, bow down
One day smoke a half pound, milkin’ up, cash cow
I’m very important, me and my gang don’t do pat downs
I bet I fucked yo’ bitch, told foenem put the racks out
You know me and gang goin’ for the slide
The shit we on finna fly
Yo bitch pointin’ up to the sky
She know I got them mob ties
Hammer ridin’ ’round with the grass
Hammer ridin’ ’round with the cash
Shooters on your ass, ASAP

[Chorus: Lil Pump]
Bring ten bitches to the back
Whippin’ up Whitney, boy how you do that, ooh
Bring ten bitches to the back
Whippin’ up Whitney, boy how you do that, ooh
Whippin’ up Whitney, Whippin’ up Whitney, Lil Pump how you do that? Ooh
Whippin’ up Whitney, Whippin’ up Whitney, Lil Pump how you do that? Ooh
Damn, I went and flexed like this
Diamonds so yellow it look like piss, ooh
I can’t wife no bitch, spent a couple racks up on my wrist, ooh
I can’t wife no thot, damn, bitch I’m sippin’ Wok, damn
And I’m off this xan, damn, this will never stop, damn

[Verse 2: Lil Pump]
Damn, Gucci Gang on top
Damn, yo’ bitch gave me top
Damn, I just gave that bitch some dick and took her to the block
Damn, pull up, drop top ‘Rari
Ooh, my bitch off a molly
Ooh, I just gave that bitch some perc and now she actin’ thottie
Ooh, ten bands on my neck
Ooh, I just love to flex
Yeah, off four xans Rick Rubin on a jet, wrists so cold, wrists so wet
Lil Pump do be runnin’ that check
Wrists so cold, wrists so wet
Lil Pump do be runnin’ that check
Wrists so cold, wrists so wet

[Chorus: Lil Pump]
Bring ten bitches to the back
Whippin’ up Whitney, boy how you do that, ooh
Bring ten bitches to the back
Whippin’ up Whitney, boy how you do that, ooh
Whippin’ up Whitney, Whippin’ up Whitney, Lil Pump how you do that? Ooh
Whippin’ up Whitney, Whippin’ up Whitney, Lil Pump how you do that? Ooh
Damn, I went and flexed like this
Diamonds so yellow it look like piss, ooh
I can’t wife no bitch, spent a couple racks up on my wrist, ooh
I can’t wife no thot, damn, bitch I’m sippin’ Wok, damn
And I’m off this xan, damn, this will never stop

Lil Pump – Rick Rubin lyrics

[Intro]
Got four bitches on the Molly (ooh)
Ooh, Lil Pump
Ooh, ooh, yeah, ooh
That’s it right there, Gnealz
Ooh, ooh, yeah
Ooh, ooh, yeah, ooh

[Chorus]
Got four bitches on the Molly, ooh
Got five bitches on the addy’, ooh
Got four bitches on the Molly, ooh
Got five bitches on the addy’, ooh
Hundred on my wrist, Rick Rubin, ooh
Hundred on my wrist, Rick Rubin, ooh
Hundred on my wrist, Rick Rubin, ooh
Hundred on my wrist, Rick Rubin, ooh
Got four bitches on the Molly, ooh
Got five bitches on the addy’, ooh
Got four bitches on the Molly, ooh
Got five bitches on the addy’, ooh
Hundred on my wrist, Rick Rubin, ooh
Hundred on my wrist, Rick Rubin, ooh
Hundred on my wrist, Rick Rubin, ooh
Hundred on my wrist, Rick Rubin, ooh

Chaz French – Way Out

[Intro]
Yeah, yeah
What it do Awthentik?
Yeah, hey
Thought it was…
Yeah, had to tell mama

[Verse 1]
Okay, yeah, u
Had to tell mama, “Wait a minute”
You may not get it now but you gotta listen
Swear I might not know it all but my intuition
Tell me everything I’m chasin’ need no intermissions
Ain’t been thinkin’ ’bout a finish, boy we just beginnin’
Swear to God the only one, there ain’t no other witness
Ain’t been thinkin’ ’bout the women or the politickin’
Mr. Suit and Tie shit, it’s time to handle business
Boy, we really about the business

[Hook]
Lately I been lookin’ for a way out, yeah
All my niggas lookin’ for a way out, way out, way out
Lately I been lookin’ for a way out, yeah
Said, all my niggas lookin’ for a way out, way out, way out

[Verse 2]
Just bought a new crib, man that muthafucka way out (woo, way out)
Flashin’ in the living room, had 20 bitches laid out (laid out, laid out)
So my baby mama trippin’, had to pull 2 K out (K out)
Everything A1, you woulda thought it was a steakhouse (steakhouse, steakhouse)
Bout to do it for the city, bout to bring the whole state out (woo, state out)
Shout to the niggas that’s been with me and they stayed down (stay down or lay down)
It was recess with it, I had to watch it all play out (dang, play out)
Now nigga kick it with Rick Rubin on my day off, we way out, yeah

[Hook]
Lately I been lookin’ for a way out, yeah
All my niggas lookin’ for a way out, way out, way out
Lately I been lookin’ for a way out, yeah
Said, all my niggas lookin’ for a way out, way out, way out

[Verse 3]
Nobu, Malibu, we ain’t wearin’ no chains
We was broke last year, now we wearin’ the change
Heard a lot of niggas talkin’ but ain’t sayin’ a thang
New Year’s resolution but still doin’ the same
All I ever talk about is everything that I seen
So if you tired of struggle raps, we makin’ a scene
Man, it ain’t really about the music so I’m takin’ it easy
It’s all about the gimmicks, man y’all makin’ it easy
I can show ‘em how it go, I can assure you I’m the GOAT
Shout out Lil Yachty, I ain’t tryna showboat
But when it comes to flows, man this shit is Minnesota
When it come to colors, put the purple in the soda
You can lean on a shoulder ‘cause we only gettin’ closer

[Hook]
Lately I been lookin’ for a way out, yeah
All my niggas lookin’ for a way out, way out, way out
Lately I been lookin’ for a way out, yeah
Said, all my niggas lookin’ for a way out, way out, way out

Run The Jewels – Talk To Me (Run The Jewels 3 Album)

[Verse 1: Killer Mike]
We return from the depths of the badland
With a gun and a knife in our waistband
Went to war with the Devil and Shaytan
He wore a bad toupee and a spray tan
So high now, hoping that I land
On a Thai stick, moving through Thailand
On the radio, heard a plane hijack
Government did that like they cook crack
I move in a world of conspiracies
Obey no rules, I’m doing me
Smoke kush, transport to the airport
Customs found a joint in my passport
Pull cash and I gave him what he asked for
Goddammit, it’s a motherfucking miracle
Small bribe, made it back into America
Hit Uber and maneuvered out the area
Rhyme animal, pitbull terrier
Rap terrorist, terrorize, tear it up
Brought gas and the matches to flare it up
Militant Michael might go psycho
On any ally or rival
Born Black, that’s dead on arrival
My job is to fight for survival
In spite of these #AllLivesMatter-ass white folk

[Interlude]
This is spiritual warfare that you have been dealing with. This is not a fight that you have been dealing with flesh and blood but this is a fight against principalities and evil doers and unclean spirits
(RTJ3 motherfuckers)

[Verse 2: El-P]
Brave men didn’t die face down in the Vietnam muck so I could not style on you
I didn’t walk uphill both ways to the booth and back to not wild on you
You think baby Jesus killed Hitler just so I’d whisper?
When you’re safe and sound and these crooks tap your phone and now have a file on you?
What, me worry? Nah, buddy, I’ve lost before, so what?
You don’t get it, I’m dirt, motherfucker, I can’t be crushed
Fuckers, open the books up and stop bullshitting the kid
My dick got a Michelin star, I’m on par with the best ever took the gig
I’m a super cat, from don dada to dusk, don’t bother to touch
I got firm clutch on the grip and the bucks
I might ghost ride a tank, take a ride to the bank
I’m the son of Rick Rubin rushing full-thrust
Don’t flash weak shit to the Shark Tank judge
Talk real good ’cause I’m smart and stuff
We a good crew to fuck with, better to love

[Interlude 2]
I told y’all suckers, I told y’all suckers. I told y’all on RTJ1, then I told ya again on RTJ2, and you still ain’t believe me. So here we go, RTJ3

[Outro]
Talk to me
(RTJ)
Talk to me

Run The Jewels – Talk to Me

[Verse 1: Killer Mike]
We return from the depths of the badland
With a gun and a knife in our waistband
Went to war with the Devil and Shaytan
He wore a bad toupee and a spray tan
So high now, hoping that I land
On a Thai stick, moving through Thailand
On the radio, heard a plane hijack
Government did that like they cook crack
I move in a world of conspiracies
Obey no rules, I’m doing me
Smoke kush, transport to the airport
Customs found a joint in my passport
Pull cash and I gave him what he asked for
Goddammit, it’s a motherfucking miracle
Small bribe, made it back into America
Hit Uber and maneuvered out the area
Rhyme animal, pitbull terrier
Rap terrorist, terrorize, tear it up
Brought gas and the matches to flare it up
Militant Michael might go psycho
On any ally or rival
Born Black, that’s dead on arrival
My job is to fight for survival
In spite of these AllLivesMatter-ass white folk

[Interlude]
This is spiritual warfare that you have been dealing with. This is not a fight that you have been dealing with flesh and blood but this is a fight against principalities and evil doers and unclean spirits
(RTJ3 motherfuckers)

[Verse 2: El-P]
Brave men didn’t die face down in the Vietnam muck so I could not style on you
I didn’t walk uphill both ways to the booth and back to not wild on you
You think baby Jesus killed Hitler just so I’d whisper?
When you’re safe and sound and these crooks tap your phone and now have a file on you?
What, me worry? Nah, buddy, I’ve lost before, so what?
You don’t get it, I’m dirt, motherfucker, I can’t be crushed
Fuckers, open the books up and stop bullshitting the kid
My dick got a Michelin star, I’m on par with the best ever took the gig
I’m a super cat, from don dada to dusk, don’t bother to touch
I got firm clutch on the grip and the bucks
I might ghost ride a tank, take a ride to the bank
I’m the son of Rick Rubin rushing full-thrust
Don’t flash weak shit to the Shark Tank judge
Talk real good ’cause I’m smart and stuff
We a good crew to fuck with, better to love

[Interlude 2]
I told y’all suckers, I told y’all suckers. I told y’all on RTJ1, then I told ya again on RTJ2, and you still ain’t believe me. So here we go, RTJ3

[Outro]
Talk to me
(RTJ)
Talk to me

Run The Jewels – Talk To Me letras

[Verse 1: Killer Mike]
We return from the depths of the badland
With a gun and a knife in our waistband
Went to war with the devil and shaytan
He wore a bad toupee and a spray tan
So high now, hoping that I land
On a Thai stick moving through Thailand
On the radio heard a plane hijack
Government be in debt while they cook crack
I move in a world of conspiracies
Obey no rules, I’m doing me
Smoke kush, transport to the airport
Customs found a joint in my passport
Pull cash and I gave him what he asked for
God damnit it’s a motherfucking miracle
Small bribe, made it back into America
Hit Uber and maneuvered out the area
Rhyme animal, pitbull terrier
Rap terrorist, terrorize, tear it up
Brought gas and the matches to flare it up
Militant Michael might go psycho
On any ally or rival
Born black, that’s dead on arrival
My job is to fight for survival
In spite of these AllLivesMatter ass white folk

[Interlude]
This is spiritual warfare that you have been dealing with. This is not a fight that you have been dealing with flesh and blood but this is a fight against principalities and evil doers and unclean spirits. (RTJ3 motherfuckers)
[Verse 2: El-P]
Brave men didn’t die face down in the Vietnam muck so I could not style on you
I didn’t walk uphill both ways to the booth and back to not wile on you
You think baby Jesus killed Hitler just so I’d whisper?
When you’re safe and sound and these crooks tap your phone and now have a file on you?
What me worry? Nah buddy, I’ve lost before, so what?
You don’t get it, I’m dirt, motherfucker, I can’t be crushed
Fuckers open the books up and stop bullshitting the kid
My dick got a Michelin star, I’m on par with the best ever took the gig
I’m a super cat, from don dada to dusk, don’t bother to touch
I got firm clutch on the grip and the bucks
I might ghost ride a tank, take a ride to the bank
I’m the son of Rick Rubin rushing full-thrust
Don’t flash weak shit to the Shark Tank judge
Talk real good cause I’m smart and stuff
We a good crew to fuck with, better to love

[Interlude 2]
I told y’all suckers, I told y’all suckers. I told y’all on RTJ1, then I told ya again on RTJ2, and you still ain’t believe me. So here we go, RTJ3

[Outro]
Talk to me
RTJ, Talk to me