Ty Dolla $ign – Simple lyrics

[Intro: Ty Dolla $ign]
(Hello?)
Right now sound
Hitmaka

[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
Baby girl, just make it simple
I don’t want no maybe
I just wanna make it simple
I don’t want no maybe
Baby girl, just make it simple
Don’t want a maybe, oh
I just wanna make it simple
No maybe

[Verse 1: Ty Dolla $ign]
Riding me like she ride the beat
Top double G, Chanel on her feet
Ghost ride the Wraith, house on my name
Hotel on my wrist, that be that Patek, yeah
Blow 100 bands ’cause I fuck with it
Pull up in the Benz ’cause I fuck with that bitch
Living thug life ’cause that shit chose me
Gh-gh-ghost all white and your bitch in here with me

[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
Ayy, baby girl, just make it simple
I don’t want no maybe
I just wanna make it simple
I don’t want no maybe
Baby girl, just make it simple
Don’t want a maybe, oh
I just wanna make it simple
No maybe

[Verse 2: Ty Dolla $ign]
Ooh, you love Dolla tonight, mmm
Hmm, oh, we fucking tonight?
Bottom line, I just need me some top, mmm
Pull up in the Uber, you might leave in the drop, ooh
Pretty bitch named Lexus
Hit her in the dressing room at Saks Fifth
I like that, double tapped it
Had her doing backflips on the mattress
I just showed her

[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign & (Yo Gotti)]
Ayy, baby girl, just make it simple (ayy, make it simple, shawty)
I don’t want no maybe (I am)
I just wanna make it simple (yeah)
I don’t want no maybe (yeah)
Baby girl, just make it simple (I am)
Don’t want a maybe, oh (Gotti)
I just wanna make it simple
No maybe

[Verse 3: Yo Gotti]
We don’t gotta make it complex, old school on Sunset
Tryna leave my street life but huh, I done done it
Ex bitch left, just so she could run back
Say I make her wet when I ask her where my gun at
I like her simple with no makeup on
Told her I’m just tryna take her home
Yeah, I fuck around and changed her life
I motivate you and I fuck you right
Why you overthinking, thinking?
Why you overthinking? Shit’s simple
Baby, I’m the last real nigga
She don’t fuck with rappers, me neither [?] come
Livin’ life on the edge but we fuckin’ with a condom
Ridin’ Presidential, baby, you ain’t with no bumper
I got special sauce, baby, I come from Wakanda
My Lambo’ a black panther, Dolla $ign and Gotti, it’s a new anthem
Baby, you the shit, Pamper

[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
Ayy, baby girl, just make it simple
I don’t want no maybe
I just wanna make it simple
I don’t want no maybe
Baby girl, just make it simple
Don’t want a maybe, oh
I just wanna make it simple
No maybe

Kodak Black – Snap Shit

[Intro]
I hit rock bottom
Thought I was never gon’ come up bih
For real though, thank you Lord

[Verse]
Thank you lord I’m here, I never imagined this
It’s Lil’ Kodak Black, bitch come capture this
I ain’t puttin’ up with that, no I ain’t havin’ it
Been showin’ too much love, no more after this
They told me I’m a star, actin’ like I’m average
‘Cause I be rappin’ but I don’t be on that rappin’ shit
I still be in the hood, tote my strap and shit
Stop that flaggin’, that’s how shit be happenin’
Last time I let you slide, I’ma whoop yo’ ass for this
Save the choke sandwich in my mattress
Aye, where them yellow bones?
I don’t want no black bitch
I’m already black, I don’t need no black bitch
Put yo’ hands up if you a bad bitch
Bae let’s go and blow a check at Saks Fifth
I said "I love you", I was just on that yak bitch
Girl you know I’m bein’ sarcastic
I bag her then I’m gone with daddy shit
Girl don’t call my phone with that and shit
Fuck it, I don’t owe a nigga shit
I been out here thuggin’ since a jit
Remember we was strugglin’ in the bricks
Nigga had to go and hit a lick
I was throwin’ rocks in the ditch
Now I’m throwin’ rocks at the chaingang
I just wanna gain and maintain
Ain’t nothin’ change, it’s still the same damn thing
New year but ain’t a damn thing changed
Still in traffic, road runnin’, switchin’ lanes
State to state, I’m breakin’ the bank
Went to BA then I went to Chase
Only hang around with niggas who gon’ crank
Only hang around with niggas who don’t think
Niggas out here takin’ chances everyday
Niggas out here wildin’ but they people straight
Can’t say no to drugs, I be smokin’ dank
Don’t let Kodak in here he gon’ stink up the place
I’m so God damn high, I can’t feel my face
I’m so God damn high, I just might stick up the place
First I start my day off with a wake and bake
I ain’t workin’ out but I be shakin’ weight
Now my lawyer hollerin’ "Pay me"
‘Cause I got court December 7th
Just in case them crackers slay me
Girl I’ma come and get you pregnant
Just tell my baby boy his dad a legend
Just don’t let him be like me, ’cause I don’t learn my lesson
I was already a felon once they let me out my mama belly
Got a telly in my cell, I’m smokin’ reggie with my celly
Yeah I’m young and reckless
I just stole a Lexus just to flex it
Hit the scene, still in full on Ree’s and I ain’t even sell it
I’m a street nigga after paper
I be snappin’, I be scammin’
They used to call me Lil’ Duffle cause I’m a young hustler
Nigga I bring that check in
Uh uh
I’m a lil’ motherfucker, I’m fuckin’ on ya mammy
Slidin’ in a Infinity
Down here, we call that bih a FinFin
Yeah, man they leaked my goddamn song and I wasn’t even finished
Young nigga, I’m dufflin’, yeah, I’m gettin’ to them Benji’s
Mind yo motherfuckin’ business
Windows tinted, I think this my car
I think this shit rented
Windows tinted, I think this a new one
I think this a rental
Everything orange, I’m smokin’ cantaloupe

[Outro]
Thank ya Lord
I swear I ain’t never expected this before
I ain’t shit, so why you sendin’ me all these blessings?
Roadrunnin’, tunnel vision, I been speedin’ with no limit for it
But I ain’t never thought that it could get this far
First they wanted me to win, I had all the support
But once I won, they don’t love me no more
‘Cause they wanted me to win, but they ain’t want for me to get this far
They say "No, no I ain’t mean for you to get that far"
Drop a nigga girlfriend off to school in a Jaguar
Drop a nigga bitch to work in a Jaguar

A1 – Always lyrics

You’re always on my mind
You’re always on my mind
Hitmaka
So you know now, you’re always on my

I got Wi-Fi, got xans
Got that gas and some green
Girl invite your bitches we gon’ party all week
Know you got a man
Girl your secret’s safe with me
All my niggas shooters so you know they don’t speak
Girl you know I’m tripping
Let me hit you with a hangover
Shake your ass and show your titties
You know why you came over
You can look in my eyes and tell

You’re always on my mind (my mind)
Oh yeah, You know
You’re always on my mind (my mind)
You know (you know)
You’re always on my mind
On my mind
So you know now, you’re always on my mind
Baby, you know
Girl, you’re always on my mind

Always on my mind, yeah, always on my
Say your name with the beat, yeah
I’ma send a flight, yeah
I might do the Gucci
I might do the rap
Yeah, your ex shop at Bloomingdale’s
I’ma do the Saks Fifth
You look like a actress, ay
Girl, you remind me of Zoe
I just might drip you in Dolce
And she be shooting in floor seats
I know you used to the nosebleeds
I wanna smash all the time
Girl you’re always on my mind

You’re always on my mind (my mind)
Oh yeah, You know
You’re always on my mind (my mind)
You know (you know)
You’re always on my mind
On my mind
So you know now, you’re always on my mind
Baby, you know
Girl, you’re always on my mind

Doin’ tricks on the pole
Damn girl you got control
I’m ’bout to let it all go
Hella hundreds on the floor
I’m fucking with you for a reason
You ain’t like these other bitches
You hold it, hold it, hold it down, down, down
Give me just what I need
Girl you know I’m trippin’
Let it hit you with a hangover
Shake your ass and show your titties
You know why you came over
You can look in my eyes and tell

You’re always on my mind (my mind)
Oh yeah, You know
You’re always on my mind (my mind)
You know (you know)
You’re always on my mind
On my mind
So you know now, you’re always on my mind
Baby, you know
Girl, you’re always on my mind

My mind (my mind)
Oh yeah, You know
You’re always on my mind (my mind)
You know (you know)
You’re always on my mind
On my mind
So you know now, you’re always on my mind
Baby, you know
Girl, you’re always on my mind

Wale – Fine Girl (feat. Davido & Olamide)

See a fine girl, ooh
I’m all the way, though
One love, one legacy
Sweet girl, you know
Let’s get the paper, Folarin
Now I know I don’t know you
But I do somethin’ for you
Show me what it do
Then I spray somethin’ for you
Sweet girl, you know
Fine girl, fine girl, fine girl
My fine girl, my fine girl, fine girl
Fine girl, fine girl, she’s a fine girl
My fine girl, my fine girl, fine girl
My fine girl, my fine girl, fine girl
Fine girl, fine girl, fine girl
Fine girl, fine girl, she’s a fine girl
Fine girl, fine girl, she’s a fine girl
Fine girl, to ni to ni idi nla
To ni to ni idi nla, to ni to ni idi nla
Booty yi, o nse mi ki nla
O nse mi ki nla, o nse mi ki nla`
Fine girl, to ni to ni idi nla
To ni to ni idi nla, to ni to ni idi nla
Booty yi, o nse mi ki n la
O nse mi ki n la, o nse mi ki n la
Take it now, break it down like she want it bad
Put her in the verse, then the bed, then the cab
For the boy baby girl go to hell and back
On my way to Lagos seen the latest shit to hit the net
Oya, got some time for ya
Nigga pick me for beef, we beef, they want suya
I got a lawyer
Shawty, we in a hurry
I’m just another Yoruba nigga gettin’ money
Here go another twenri
Fine girl, fine girl, fine girl
My fine girl, my fine girl, fine girl
Fine girl, fine girl, she’s a fine girl
My fine girl, my fine girl, fine girl
Fine girl, to ni to ni idi nla
To ni to ni idi nla, to ni to ni idi nla
Booty yi, o nse mi ki nla
O nse mi ki nla, o nse mi ki nla`
Fine girl, to ni to ni idi nla
To ni to ni idi nla, to ni to ni idi nla
Booty yi, o nse mi ki n la
O nse mi ki n la, o nse mi ki n la
Give me the motion like a motion picture
Show your back, I want predict your future
Give me love and I give you a return
Star Card or Visa, baby which one you want?
Saks Fifth, with a east side ting
Rodeo, with a west side ting
Bad boy on a worldwide ting
Don’t forget, I’m reppin’ green white green
Oh girl you turn me to an animal
For you I throw a carnival
You want it, honey? Take it easy
Shey you nor know say I get stamina
Oh baby come over anytime you want
Do way you whine your body bust my medulla
She be fine girl, she be fine girl
And this one not be regular
Fine girl, fine girl, fine girl
My fine girl, my fine girl, fine girl
Fine girl, fine girl, she’s a fine girl
My fine girl, my fine girl, fine girl
Fine girl, to ni to ni idi nla
To ni to ni idi nla, to ni to ni idi nla
Booty yi, o nse mi ki nla
O nse mi ki nla, o nse mi ki nla`
Fine girl, to ni to ni idi nla
To ni to ni idi nla, to ni to ni idi nla
Booty yi, o nse mi ki n la
O nse mi ki n la, o nse mi ki n la
Fine, fine girl
She know say she be fine fine girl
Fine, fine girl
She know say she be fine fine girl
Fine, fine girl
She know say she be fine fine girl (switching position)
Fine, fine girl
She know say she be fine fine (standard potential)
Give me the motion, the vibe, the motion, the vibe, girl
Give me the motion, the vibe, the motion, the vibe, girl
Give me the motion, the vibe, the motion, the vibe, girl
Give me the motion, the vibe, the motion, the vibe, girl

Roc Marciano – Already (Rosebudd’s Revenge Album)

[Verse 1]
Titanium timepiece, dimepiece between the sheets with body heat
Maserati’s not leased
Cock the pump shottie, it make your body leak
Not your main hottie, she kinda knock-kneed
Mahogany woodgrain all in the five speed
Silk lay on me, pray for me
8 million stories in the naked city
The humidity it made the titties oil
Skin is salty, it’s sultry, can’t fault me
For all this ice on me I’m tryna stay frosty
Smokin’ lah out in Bogotá
The focus, niggas lookin’ like smokers in the eyes
You poked and left immobilized where the vultures fly
I’m bout to cop a home in Oceanside
Sky Dweller’s frozen in time, my mind’s a goldmine
You washed and left to dry on the clothesline
Hoes on your vines look like Kanye clothing line
Bring you closer to God, caught you laying low out in Omaha
Oh my god
Don’t start me [?]
Omar scar [?]
Send your family a nice postcard

[Chorus]
Pimpstead (already), get the bag (already)
New whips (already), all my hoes (already)
See my team (already), I been a G (already)
Light the weed (already), nigga we (already)
Yeah nigga (already, already)
How the fuck we get down boy (we already, already)

[Verse 2]
Kiss the ring, million dollar ding-a-ling swing
I’m just gettin’ back in the swing of things
My jeans fit me like Springsteen
Bring M16s I might need a spring cleaned
I’m tryna hear these niggas sneakers squeak
Think it’s sweet get your street sweeped
Sweep you off your feet, that’s off GP
Squeeze three at your Bentley GT
With the drum my queen Sheila E
The whips ceiling-free, rip the brick up like cream of wheat
We the team to beat
The fans demand new work, but I’m a man of few words
Your tool don’t burst if so then who heard, your view’s blurred
I couldn’t speak, the OG said chew your food first
Spoon was burnt, my shoes is worth an MF DOOM verse
Niggas they claim they ain’t rappers doin’ all the rappin’ (how that work?)
Niggas sayin’ they got cash and I’m saying they catfish
Ain’t none of that shit off Saks Fifth
No respectable establishment carries this
Save yourself the embarrassment, you shallow
When it comes to this apparel, you not parallel
You still in my shadow, ho nigga stealin’ my swag though
Now I know just how Satchmo felt

Young Thug – Wyclef Jean

Okay, my money way longer than a NASCAR race
I told her keep going on the gas fuck the brakes
Only here for one night lemme put it on your face
Let a nigga nut, only way I go to sleep
Boolin’ rockin’ nuder Frank Muller
I know some hoes with good head, fuck a tutor
So many hundreds I done added, I’mma lose ’em
Put me in the Jagy or the Wraith and now I’m coolin’
Play with my money I’mma let ’em niggas do you
Play with my money I’mma let ’em niggas do you
Play with my money I’mma let these niggas do you
Play with my money
Play with my, play with my money

Ride around with my cash
Put him in a body bag
In the store and then dash
Pull up, I’m not a cab
She know she got a nigga bad
She know she gotta keep it bad
She know I gotta keep me some cash
She know she gotta hop on top this dick
She know she gotta ride the motherfucker
Her mama done walked in, but it’s too big
She can’t hide the motherfucker
Even if she the baddest of motherfuker
Man even if she minus the motherfucker
Join in get the mileage motherfucker
I ain’t gon’ disguise it motherfucker
Shop at Saks Fifth, flow on datpiff
Yeah I’m that swift, ask her and him
Yeah add somethin’, put a bone in them
Put a choker on, let ’em choke on em
All my jewelry small, yeah, they got it on
Daughter sexy and my son got the bra
Spit racks on my son and his squad
That a boy, never play with tards
Man I play with ’em boys
New AK with ’em boys
New feng shui for ’em boys
Drippin’ all day for ’em boys
Bitch you ain’t ready for the boys
How you not ready for ’em boys?
Have you ever played with the boys?
I’mma turn the blade on ’em boys

I do it my way, I do
I do it my way, I do
I do it my way, I do
I do it my way, I do

Okay, my money way longer than a NASCAR race
I told her keep going on the gas fuck the brakes
Only here for one night lemme put it on your face
Let a nigga nut, only way I go to sleep
Boolin’ rockin’ nuder Frank Muller
I know some hoes with good head, fuck a tutor
So many hundreds I done added, I’mma lose ’em
Put me in the Jagy or the Wraith and now I’m coolin’

Nigga watch that dog
Nigga plottin’ on the boy, spot ’em
Quick, target on your head, dot ’em dot ’em dot ’em
And I’m good got a rabbits foot in my wallet
Baby bleed it up, been drivin’ in traffic
Twos is seated up, damn shawty
Got her bent up, I just mixed the grams with molly
Her car dented up like she rent to everybody

I do it my way, I do
I do it my way, I do
I do it my way, I do
I do it my way, I do

My money way longer than a NASCAR race
I told her keep going on the gas fuck the brakes
Only here for one night lemme put it on your face
Let a nigga nut, only way I go to sleep
Boolin’ rockin’ nuder Frank Muller
I know some hoes with good head, fuck a tutor
So many hundreds I done added, I’mma lose ’em
Put me in the Jagy or the Wraith and now I’m coolin’

Wyclef Jean – Young Thug lyrics

Lyrics Young Thug – Wyclef Jean

Okay, my money way longer than a Nascar race
I told her keep going on the gas, f*ck the brakes
Only here for one night, let me put it on your face
Let a nigga nut, only way I’ll go to sleep
Boolin, rockin’ all the Frank Muller
I know some hoes with good head, f*ck a tutor
So many hundreds I done added, I’m going to lose ’em
Put me in the Jaggy or the Wraith and now I’m coolin’
Play with my money, I’ma let them niggas do you
Play with my money I’ma let them niggas do you
Play with my money I’ma let these niggas do you
Play with my money
Play with my, play with my money.(wyclef jean)

I do maye, I do
I do maye, I do
I do maye, I do
I do maye, I do.

Play around with my cash
End up in a body bag
In the store and then dash
Pull up, hoppin’ out a cab
She know she got a nigga bad
She know she gotta keep me back
She know I gotta keep me some cash
She know she gotta hop on top the dick
She know you gotta ride that motherf*cker
Her mama done walked in, but it’s too big
She can’t hide that motherf*cker
Even if she divided the motherf*cker
Man even if she minused the motherf*cker
Join in get demolished motherf*cker
I ain’t gon’ disguise it motherf*cker, nah
Shop at Saks Fifth, flow on DatPiff
Yeah I’m that swift, ask her and him
Yeah ask ’em, put a bone in them
Put a choker on ’em, let ’em choke and all
All my jewelry small, yeah, they got it all
Daughter sexy and my son got the broads
Spent racks on my son and his squad
Daddy boy, never play with toys
Better not play with ’em boys
New AK with them boys
New feng shui with the boys
Drippin’ all day for the boys
Bitch you ain’t ready for the boys
I’m in that Wraith homeboy
If you ever play with the boy
I’ma turn the blade on ’em boys.

I do lie, yeah, I do
I do lie, yeah, I do
I do lie, yeah, I do
I do lie, yeah, I do.

Okay, my money way longer than a Nascar race (slatt)
I told her keep going on the gas f*ck the brakes
Only here for one night, let me put it on your face (slatt)
Let a nigga nut, only way I’ll go to sleep (slatt)
Boolin, rockin’ all the Frank Muller (slatt slatt)
I know some hoes with good head, f*ck a tutor (slatt slatt)
So many hundreds I done added, I’m going to lose ’em
Put me in the Jaggy or the Wraith and now I’m coolin’.

Nigga watch that dog
Nigga plottin’ on the boy, spot ’em
Put the target on they head, dot ’em dot ’em dot ’em
And I’m good, got a rabbit’s foot in my wallet
Tell ’em pick it, then drop it, drop it
Do some sit ups, then show your body
Got her bent up, I done took a gram of molly
Her car dented up like she rent to everybody.

I do lie, yeah, I do
I do lie, yeah, I do
I do lie, yeah, I do
I do lie, yeah, I do.

Money way longer than a Nascar race
I told her keep going on the gas f*ck the brakes
Only here for one night, let me put it on your face
Let a nigga nut, only way I’ll go to sleep
Boolin, rockin’ all the Frank Muller
I know some hoes with good head, f*ck a tutor
So many hundreds I done added, I’m going to lose ’em
Put me in the Jaggy or the Wraith and now I’m coolinnn’.(wyclef jean)
Young Thug lyrics
Video Jean

Schoolboy Q – That Part (On Jimmy Kimmel) (Live) letras

Me no conversate with the fake, that part
All my bitches independent bitches, that part
I just want the paper, that part
All my bitches flavored
That part, that part, that part, that part

Ayy! That part
Bang this shit in the hood one time
Lil bitch I’m back and poppin’
Tell that ugly bitch to move away, I need more options
Broke then fix your pockets, all I do is profit

Quarter million, switchin’ lanes, that part
Bet my bitch move the same old thing, that part
405 with the gun off safe, that part
Ayy I’m still tryna make that plate
Rich or poo nigga, pick your fate
Style on top of style, nigga
Five years I’ve been rich, nigga
Drove Bimmers down Fig, nigga
Pushed Porsches down Broadway
I’ve been divin’ in different hoes, nigga
Got a chain that’s worth the Rolls, nigga
Got an engine back with the top in it
Nigga drivin’ it like it’s a bomb in it

Me no conversate with the fake, that part
All my bitches independent bitches, that part
I just want the paper, that part
All my bitches flavored
That part, that part, that part, that part

Okay, okay, okay
Okay, okay, okay! (That part)
Beggars can’t be choosers, bitch this ain’t Chipotle
Nigga with an attitude, I feel like O’Shea
Walkin’, livin’ legend, man I feel like Kobe
I just left the strip club, got some glitter on me
Wifey gonna kill me, she the female OJ
Y’all don’t feel me, man this ain’t okay
Four Seasons, take a shower, new clothes, I’m reloaded
Rich nigga, still eatin’ catfish
That bitch ain’t really bad, that’s a catfish
If I walk up out of Saks Fifth
Have the paparazzi doin’ back-flips
If I lay you down on the mattress
Blow the back out ’til you backless
Thick, we already established
She just got ’em done, bra-strapless
Yeah! Okay
Okay, okay, okay! (That part)
Beggars can’t be choosers, bitch this ain’t Chipotle (That part)
Nigga with an attitude, I feel like O’Shea (That part)
Walkin’, livin’ legend, man I feel like Kobe (That part)

Me no conversate with the fake, that part
All my bitches independent bitches, that part
I just want the paper, that part
All my bitches flavored
That part, that part, that part, that part

Ayy! That part
Bang this shit in the hood one time
Lil bitch I’m back and poppin’
Tell that ugly bitch to move away, I need more options
Broke then fix your pockets, all I do is profit

Few million made and still ain’t changed, that part
Me, my girl got matchin’ bling, that part
I’mma get so blowed, I’mma lose my brain, that part
Me and XO only thing go straight
Need me a bitch that’ll go both ways
Style on top of style, nigga
Since a youngin’ I wanted to ball, nigga
Had a pistol in my drawls, nigga
When I was broke, I had the sauce, nigga
Got a Chevy with side to side on it
Hundred spokes, the dang-d-dangs on it
Got a chopper to stand the fire too
I put your Uzi down beside you

Me no conversate with the fake, that part
All my bitches independent bitches, that part
I just want the paper, that part
All my bitches flavored
That part, that part, that part, that part
Ayy! That part
That part
That part

Walkin’, livin’ legend, man I feel like Kobe (That part)
I just dropped 60, man I feel like Kobe
Lamar was with me, man I feel like Kobe
Pimpin’ at my weddin’, man I feel like Jordan
Trippin’ at my weddin’, I be runnin’ away
Ain’t say shit, nigga
You was listenin’ close though
You was listenin’ to hoes though
You wouldn’t listen to the flow though
Listen to the ‘Go
Listen to a young nigga from the ‘Go though
I’ma freestyle this mothafucka, who knew?
When I’m with my niggas, nigga, ScHoolboy Q
And uh, Top Dawg, call Top Dawg
Get that nigga on the phone
Top Dawg on the phone!
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy! Hah!