Selena Gomez – Fetish lyrics

(feat. Gucci Mane)

[Verse 1: Selena Gomez]
Take it or leave it
Baby take it or leave it
But I know you won’t leave it
‘Cause I know that you need it
Look in the mirror
When I look in the mirror
Baby I see it clearer
Why you wanna be nearer

[Pre-Chorus: Selena Gomez]
I’m not surprised
I sympathize, ah
I can’t deny
Your appetite, ah

[Chorus: Selena Gomez]
You got a fetish for my love
I push you out and you come right back
Don’t see a point in blaming you
If I were you, I’d do me too
You got a fetish for my love
I push you out and you come right back
Don’t see a point in blaming you
If I were you, I’d do me too
You got a fetish for my love

[Verse 2: Selena Gomez]
Reaching your limit
Say you’re reaching your limit
Going over your limit
But I know you can’t quit it
Something about me
Got you hooked on my body
Take you over and under and twisted up like origami

[Pre-Chorus: Selena Gomez]
I’m not surprised
I sympathize, ah
I can’t deny
Your appetite, ah

[Chorus: Selena Gomez]
You got a fetish for my love
I push you out and you come right back
Don’t see a point in blaming you
If I were you, I’d do me too
You got a fetish for my love
I push you out and you come right back
Don’t see a point in blaming you
If I were you, I’d do me too
You got a fetish for my love

[Verse 3: Gucci Mane]
It’s Gucci!
The way you walk, the way you talk
I blame you ’cause it’s all your fault
You’re playin’ hard, don’t turn me off
You actin’ hard, but I know you soft
You my fetish, I’m so with it
All these rumors bein’ spreaded
Might as well go ‘head and whip it
‘Cause they sayin’ we already did it
Call on Gucci if you ever need me
I’ll be South Beach in the drop top gleamin’
Water diamonds, Aquafina
Just need you in a blue bikini

[Chorus: Selena Gomez]
You got a fetish for my love
I push you out and you come right back
Don’t see a point in blaming you
If I were you, I’d do me too
You got a fetish for my love
I push you out and you come right back
Don’t see a point in blaming you
If I were you, I’d do me too
You got a fetish for my love

G-Eazy – The Plan lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah
Ayy
I do this shit ’cause I-
Turn, turn it up a little bit
I gotta, I gotta, I gotta blap
Yo, yo, ayy

[Pre-Chorus]
I might go fuck up these bands (ayy)
I do this shit ’cause I can (yeah)
I just took care of my fam (ayy)
Thought this was always the plan (yeah)
I might go fly to Japan (ayy)
Honolulu, get a tan (yeah)
To the beach I don’t bring sand (no)
Thought that was always the plan (yeah)

[Verse 1]
Growed up, now I am the man (yeah)
It’s shit you don’t understand (ayy)
Popeye just opened the can
I don’t fuck with no fufu that’s not on my brand (ayy)
Call me when you need a hand (yeah)
In the Bay, I’m Superman (ayy)
YSL on me, God damn
Tell me, why is your girlfriend my number one fan? (yeah)
Always scrutinized
Bags are super sized
Why are you surprised?
Must have mixed us with a different group of guys
Spot the truth or lies
I mean business, but I’m not in suit and ties
Just been prophesized (yeah, uh)
This shit fell right into place (yeah)
Indy 500 my pace (ayy)
Drinking it straight to the face
Liquor and women, two things I don’t chase (uh)
Don’t got a minute to waste (yeah)
Mask off, I’m showing my face (yeah)
Shout-out Dakari, my ace (uh)
They hate so much, it’s a disgrace (uh)
I put ’em back into place (yeah)
I put your bitch in a Wraith
I just snatch her, she’s vanishing without a trace (yeah)

[Pre-Chorus]
I might go fuck up these bands (ayy)
I do this shit ’cause I can (yeah)
I just took care of my fam (ayy)
Thought this was always the plan (yeah)
I might go fly to Japan (ayy)
Honolulu, get a tan (yeah)
To the beach I don’t bring sand (no)
Thought that was always the plan (yeah)

[Chorus]
Thought that was always the plan (no)
Thought that was always the plan (no)
Thought that was always the plan (ayy)
Did it, I do it again (no)
Thought that was always the plan
I might go fuck up these bands (ayy)
I do this shit ’cause I can (yeah)
I just took care of my fam (ayy)
Thought this was always the plan (yeah)

[Verse 2]
Ten years, this shit has been brewing (ayy)
I’m like “The fuck you been doing?” (yeah)
Hall of fame, Gerald’s a shoe in
You’ll never be Jordan, you’re more Patrick Ewing (yeah)
Number one spot, I’m pursuing (ayy)
Exclusive like “Who done let you in?”
Money talks, I speak it fluent
Got tired of my bitch, I went got a new one
Quick swish that
This bitch whack
Pack, flip that
Making quick stacks
This shit blap
G did that (uh)
Taking a quick trap nap (yeah)
I go all night and shit
Ain’t gotta hide this shit
This shit’s a freestyle, I ain’t even write this shit
Roll me some, Marty, and I’m finna light this shit (ayy, yeah)
They finna bite this shit, ayy (yeah)
Like jaws swimming on South Beach
This is shit that they don’t teach
Don’t go too far, don’t try too hard, bitch, don’t reach like (uh)
Drugs got me on a level, lock jaw, I got slow speech
I’m courtside, I got floor seats
Next to Rihanna like “Oh sheesh!”

[Pre-Chorus]
I might go fuck up these bands (ayy)
I do this shit ’cause I can (yeah)
I just took care of my fam (ayy)
Thought this was always the plan (yeah)
I might go fly to Japan (ayy)
Honolulu, get a tan (yeah)
To the beach I don’t bring sand (no)
Thought that was always the plan (yeah)

[Chorus]
Thought that was always the plan (no)
Thought that was always the plan (no)
Thought that was always the plan (ayy)
Did it, I do it again (no)
Thought that was always the plan
I might go fuck up these bands (ayy)
I do this shit ’cause I can (yeah)
I just took care of my fam (ayy)
Thought this was always the plan (yeah)

[Outro]
I thought this was always the plan
What were you doing?
What do you mean?
There’s only one way
There’s only one option
There’s only one route to get there, you know?
It’s not going to make itself
When you wake up and check the Chase App
And this shit got more and more digits than a license plate
Them seven-eight figures don’t make themselves, yadadamean?
You gotta get it!
This was always the plan

Tiesto – Jackie Chan lyrics

She said she too young, don’t want no man
So she gon’ call her friends, now that’s a plan
I just ordered sushi from Japan
Know your bitch wanna kick it, Jackie Chan

[Verse 1]
Drop top, how we rollin’ out in South Beach (yeah)
Love that Cali rollin’, this might be my destiny (yeah)
She want me to hit it, I guess dinner’s on me (I got you, babe)
Know I got the sauce like a f*ckin’ recipe (ohh)
She just wanna do it for the ‘Gram (you know, you know)
She just want that money in my hands (I know, you know)
I’ma give it to her when she dance, dance, dance (ayy)
She gon’ catch a Uber out to Calabasas

[Chorus]
She said she too young, don’t want no man
So she gon’ call her friends, now that’s a plan
I just ordered sushi from Japan
Know your bitch wanna kick it, Jackie Chan
She said she too young, don’t want no man
So she gon’ call her friends, now that’s a plan
I just ordered sushi from Japan
Know your bitch wanna kick it, Jackie Chan
Know your bitch wanna kick it, Jackie Chan

[Verse 2]
I think you got the wrong impression ’bout me, baby (’bout me, baby)
Just ’cause they heard what hood I’m from they think I’m crazy (they think I’m crazy)
Okay, well maybe just a little crazy (just a little)
‘Cause I admit I’m crazy ’bout that lady, yeah (oh)
Finger to the world, it’s f*ck you, pay me
I been slayin’ on the n*gger ’cause I’m runnin’ out of patience
No more waitin’ no, no (ayy)
Bouncin’ like a yo-yo (ayy)
Livin’ life on fast forward but we f*ck in slow mo’, yeah

[Chorus]
She said she too young, don’t want no man
So she gon’ call her friends, now that’s a plan
I just ordered sushi from Japan
Know your bitch wanna kick it, Jackie Chan
She said she too young, don’t want no man
So she gon’ call her friends, now that’s a plan
I just ordered sushi from Japan
Know your bitch wanna kick it, Jackie Chan
Know your bitch wanna kick it, Jackie Chan

[Bridge]
I can’t wait for the show, oh, oh
Got that good, yeah, I know, oh, oh
You should not be alone, oh, oh
All this drank got me throwed, oh, oh
Cup got me right
And I feel so alive, ayy
She don’t want the pain
She don’t wanna be no object
She just wanna stay out like
She just wanna sniff the white
Can’t tell her nothing, no
Can’t tell her nothing, no

[Outro]
She said she too young, don’t want no man
So she gon’ call her friends, now that’s a plan
I just ordered sushi from Japan
Know your bitch wanna kick it, Jackie Chan

Saweetie – ICY GRL (Bae Mix) lyrics

(feat. Kehlani)

[Verse 1: Kehlani]
Can’t stop, ain’t stop, too hot
Came out like the daughter of Aaliyah and 2Pac
And I pop from the jump, ain’t nobody too shocked
And I’m out collectin’ Rollies, you save up for G-Shocks
Got a bag from the label, I invested and I flipped that
I should write a book on how I mothafuckin’ did that
Everything I put in, I get right back
Got long money, I ain’t in it for a quick stack
And if she ever had me bent, I don’t know who she is
Switchin’ sides on me, just know that I know where you live
And I ain’t never had to bang, I’m good wherever I is
And I got brothers that’ll run it up and handle my biz
Man I’ve been hot since a teen when they gave me the key
To the city, fuck around, they’ll have to crown me the queen
Yeah, I’m blessed and highly favored to be livin’ my dreams
And now they layin’ out the carpets when I step on the scene
I drop a bag when I shop, all that extra shit
I’m payin’ all my family’s bills, that’s a flex and shit
Ha, I’m your fave’s favorite, that ain’t ever changin’, bitch
Just bought the Porsche, you can catch me out here swangin’ it
Got a second phone and your boyfriend be ringin’ it
Got a little lion in me, I ain’t ever tamin’ shit
Hah, hyphy, hater, you can fight me
Yeah I beat the odds so I don’t take that talkin’ lightly
Fuck around and make your girl my wifey
Pearl face diamond on the bezel, keep it icy

[Interlude: Kehlani]
Ayy, check me out, I’m not even a fuckin’ rapper
Saweetie goin’ fuckin’ crazy, Oakland to Sac’, what up

[Chorus: Saweetie]
Cause I’m icy, wifey, haters wanna fight me
Never been the one get R.I.P. up on a white tee
Keep my hands clean, got some hittas moving shiesty
Ask me if I’m rollin’ with some Gucci, bitch, I might be
It’s very unlikely my wrist ain’t lookin’ icy
Chargin’ by the minute ’cause my time is very pricey

[Verse 2: Saweetie]
Bougie when I’m broke, so I’m bougie when I’m poppin’
I’ve been workin’, stack one up, check my price, then I tax
My education and my fashion gonna cost a couple racks
Nah I don’t need a sugar daddy, they call me when they need stacks
See, I went to USC and got my college degree
That means I’m smarter than these niggas, can’t get over on me
And then I went into Miami, saw some new property
Put a down payment on condo with a view of South Beach
Man, the devils try to break me, the devils try to play me
I coulda got here quicker if I let the devil slip me
But my prayers went up and my blessings came down
Thankin’ God every day that your girl above ground (that’s right)
And that’s how a hot girl do it
Keep her head up, even when she goin’ through it
My crown might slip, but it never ever falls
If my niggas ever need me, they know I am who to call

[Chorus: Saweetie]
Cause I’m icy, wifey, haters wanna fight me
Never been the one get R.I.P. up on a white tee
Keep my hands clean, got some hittas moving shiesty
Ask me if I’m rollin’ with some Gucci, bitch, I might be
It’s very unlikely my wrist ain’t lookin’ icy
Chargin’ by the minute ’cause my time is very pricey

[Outro: Saweetie]
Shout out to my girl, Kehlani, she killed that shit
From the Bay to Sacramento, North Cal, girl, we runnin’ shit
Icy

Ace Hood – Devil Get Off Me Lyrics

[Intro]
Nation
Devil get off me. Devil get off me. Devil get off me Devil get off me. Devil get off me

[Hook]
It took a minute the vision we finally got it together
I gotta be smarter I gotta go harder I gotta be better
I’m gettin’ jealous, when I look in the mirror
I’ve been workin’ on clearing, all the negative spirits
Devil get off me, devil get off me
We on them jet-skis, we was on South Beach
Devil get off me, devil get off me
I put them vvs in the cross I’m covered in blessings, ya

[Verse 1]
Y’all go teaching again, niggas too eager to win
Niggas a sell they soul you give it right back they’ll sell it again
Niggas don’t plan for the end, everything gone in the wind
Doin’ all this for the kids, doin’ all this for the win
Gotta put food in the fridge, I can’t lose in the end
I ain’t gon thru it again, smoking on dope in the Benz
Boy back focused again. Boy back focused again
I wanna get loose in the rarai back to back to the party
So that I’m kinda gnarly dread locks rasta like I’m Marley
Call that bless on blessings, young nigga still manifested
Young nigga still progressing
Real nigga bossed up heavy, ayee

[Hook]
It took a minute the vision we finally got it together
I gotta be smarter I gotta go harder I gotta be better
I’m gettin’ jealous, when I look in the mirror
I’ve been workin’ on clearing, all the negative spirits
Devil get off me, devil get off me
We on them jet-skis, we was on South Beach
Devil get off me, devil get off me
I put them vvs in the cross I’m covered in blessings, ya

[Verse 2: Slim Diesel ]
I’ve been sick-n-tired each and every night keepin’ open mind
I’ve been livin life, somebody pray for me, somebody pray for me
I was on the grind workin’ doing over time tryna make a dime
I ain’t scared to line ain’t nobody wait for me ain’t nobody wait for me
Most of y’all niggas be see thru ya same ones who died need you ya
Ima get it all when the rent due ya Ima go hard ain’t taking no L
Back against the wall Ima do it myself
Pray to the lord when no one left… no one left… hmmmm no one left… no one left, look around the room ain’t no one left aye

[Hook]
It took a minute the vision we finally got it together
I gotta be smarter I gotta go harder I gotta be better
I’m gettin’ jealous, when I look in the mirror
I’ve been workin’ on clearing, all the negative spirits
Devil get off me, devil get off me
We on them jet-skis, we was on South Beach
Devil get off me, devil get off me
I put them vvs in the cross I’m covered in blessings, ya

Preme – Jackie Chan (feat. Post Malone) lyrics

[Chorus: Post Malone]
She said she too young, don’t want no man
So she gon’ call her friends, now that’s a plan
I just ordered sushi from Japan
Know your bitch wanna kick it, Jackie Chan

[Verse 1: Preme]
I think you got the wrong impression ’bout me, baby (’bout me, baby)
Just ’cause they heard what hood I’m from they think I’m crazy (they think I’m crazy)
Okay, well maybe just a little crazy (just a little)
‘Cause I admit I’m crazy ’bout that lady, yeah (oh)
Finger to the world, it’s fuck you, pay me (yeah, yeah)
I been slayin’ on the pussy ’cause I’m runnin’ out of patience
No more waitin’ no, no (ayy)
Bouncin’ like a yo-yo (ayy)
Livin’ life on fast forward but we fuck in slow mo’
You a fool (ayy)
I come through and rule (ayy)
I know how to do that (ayy)
Like I went to school for that (ayy)
Tell your man I don’t wanna keep you (no, no)
I just wanna bone (I do)
And if she fuck me tonight (she fuck me tonight)
She goin’ shopping tomorrow (shopping, baby)

[Chorus: Post Malone]
She said she too young, don’t want no man
So she gon’ call her friends, now that’s a plan
I just ordered sushi from Japan
Know your bitch wanna kick it, Jackie Chan
She said she too young, don’t want no man
So she gon’ call her friends, now that’s a plan
I just ordered sushi from Japan
Know your bitch wanna kick it, Jackie Chan

[Verse 2: Preme]
(Come through, come through)
Yo’ bitch wanna kick it, Jackie Chan, Chun-Li (come through)
Quick to book the ticket wild trip for free (for free)
Take you to my town, OT (I know you wanna)
Know it’s goin’ down, OD (yeah, yeah)
Drop top, how we rollin’ out in South Beach (yeah, yeah)
Love that Cali rollin’, this might be my destiny (yeah)
She want me to hit it, I guess dinner’s on me (I got you, babe)
Know I got the sauce like a fuckin’ recipe (ohh)
She just wanna do it for the ‘Gram (you know, you know)
She just want that money in my hands (I know, you know)
I’ma give it to her when she dance, dance, dance (ayy)
She gon’ catch a Uber out to Calabasas, oh

[Chorus: Post Malone]
She said she too young, don’t want no man
So she gon’ call her friends, now that’s a plan
I just ordered sushi from Japan
Know your bitch wanna kick it, Jackie Chan
She said she too young, don’t want no man
So she gon’ call her friends, now that’s a plan
I just ordered sushi from Japan
Know your bitch wanna kick it, Jackie Chan

[Bridge: Post Malone & Both]
I can’t wait for the show, oh, oh
Got that good, yeah, I know, oh, oh
You should not be alone, oh, oh
All this drank got me throwed, oh, oh
Cup got me right
And I feel so alive, ayy
She don’t want the pain
She don’t wanna be no object
Just wanna stay out like
She just wanna sniff the white
Can’t tell her nothing, no
Can’t tell her nogthing, no

[Chorus: Post Malone]
She said she too young, don’t want no man
So she gon’ call her friends, now that’s a plan
I just ordered sushi from Japan
Know your bitch wanna kick it, Jackie Chan
She said she too young, don’t want no man
So she gon’ call her friends, now that’s a plan
I just ordered sushi from Japan
Know your bitch wanna kick it, Jackie Chan

Young Dolph – Get Paid lyrics

[Hook]
Get paid, young nigga, get paid
Get paid, young nigga, get paid
Get paid, young nigga, get paid
Whatever you do, just make sure you get paid
Get paid, young nigga, get paid
Get paid, young nigga, get paid
Crib so big, that it came with a maid
Get paid, young nigga, get paid

[Verse 1]
Rule number 1, get the money first
Rule number 2, don’t forget to get the money
Play by these rules and everything will be okay
Still in my trap, flipping my Frito-Lays
Go get the money, it ain’t nothing else important to me
I showed her a Xanax, she hurried up and took
I fucked her so good, she got up and started cooking
Rolling up big blunts, and a pound of cookies
If yeen got 40 bands, then you can’t book me
Pulled up on the side of your bitch, she wouldn’t stop looking
That bitch good as tooken, good as gone
I guarantee tonight my nigga, that bitch ain’t coming home
I got money to count, I got bitches to fuck
I got packs to flip, pistols to bust
When I was small, I ain’t have nothing
Started selling dope, and prayed to God for a plug
He showed up and said

[Hook]
Get paid, young nigga, get paid
Get paid, young nigga, get paid
Get paid, young nigga, get paid
Whatever you do, just make sure you get paid
Get paid, young nigga, get paid
Get paid, young nigga, get paid
Crib so big, that it came with a maid
Get paid, young nigga, get paid

[Verse 2]
Get paid nigga, get paid bitch
You on some rich nigga shit, we on the same shit
Me and my Memphis Grizzly partners fuck the same bitches
The only difference is I’m a trap nigga
Don’t you hear it in my voice when I rap nigga?
I’m on South Beach with E Feezy throwing stacks nigga
Turn to the match nigga, facts nigga
She met me for the first time, didn’t know how to act nigga
Double R, parked in my motherfucking front yard
Trap jumping like the motherfucking Million Man March
If she ain’t got a fat ass, the she can’t get up in this car
I can tell if that ass real or fake by how she walk

[Hook]
Get paid, young nigga, get paid
Get paid, young nigga, get paid
Get paid, young nigga, get paid
Whatever you do, just make sure you get paid
Get paid, young nigga, get paid
Get paid, young nigga, get paid
Crib so big, that it came with a maid
Get paid, young nigga, get paid

LIL WAYNE – Fingers Hurting lyrics

[Hook]
She live in Fort Lauderdale and I’m closer to South Beach
I told her to come over, she said, “okay, don’t fall asleep”
She say she can be my housewife and keep my house clean
I said shut the f*ck up, put this dick back in your mouth please
I don’t see nothing wrong with some mouth and lip service
Tunechi in this bitch, I’m tighter than a pinched nerve, bitch
I didn’t answer my phone, I said I couldn’t get service
My new nina just told me that she sick of being a virgin

[Verse 1]
Bagging up the work for an hour, fingers hurtin
Let my bitches help, before they leave I check they purses
Sorry for the wait, the confusion, the disturbance
Got me movin’ weight, prostitution, and these verses
Whippin’ in this kitchen, in the trap house with my shirt off
I’ma get these millions and I put that on my first born
Got that old Juvie bumpin’, talkin’ bout the third ward
The D.A. was a dick and the judge was a jerk off
Got a bad bitch body curvy like a curveball
Let her drank too much, now her n*gger taste like Smirnoff
Sleepin’ on chinchilla, boy, I’m cozy like a fur ball
Fuck the other side nigga we could have a turf war
Sorry for the wait I had to drop this part two and sh*t
Just to let you know that a nigga still doin’ it
Workin’ like a slave on my Roots part two sh*t
Gotta let ’em know that Lil Tunechi is still Tunechi, bitch
Bop bop bop
Fuck with me wrong, get the hammer
Thank God I’m home from the slammer, was gone for the hammer
Stompin’ the yard like a gamma, niggas was goin’ bananas
I’m calm like a camel, I’m smokin’ that strong like a camel
I bet my life when we gamble
Y’all shippin’ keys, we shippin’ grand pianos
I’m in that Lam Diablo, pew like ammo
I’m gone, two fingers up, bitch, I’m gone
Rich forever; Jerry Jones
I gotta hustle, keepin’ my destiny going
Like the House of Deréon
This plane that I’m on is private, my very own
So no checkin’ my carry-ons
She sent the picture naked, I said it’s on

[Hook]
She live in Fort Lauderdale and I’m closer to South Beach
I told her to come over, she said, “okay, don’t fall asleep”
She say she can be my housewife and keep my house clean
I said shut the f*ck up, put this dick back in your mouth please
I don’t see nothing wrong with some mouth and lip service
Tunechi in this bitch, I’m tighter than a pinched nerve, bitch
I didn’t answer my phone, I said I couldn’t get service
My new nina just told me that she sick of being a virgin

[Verse 2]
Now I don’t get excited nigga, I just get exotic
I don’t get invited to these bitches pity parties
I don’t do narcotic even though a nigga got it
Countin’ all this money, I feel like I got arthritis
Baggin’ up the work for a hour, fingers hurtin’
Let my bitches help me, ‘fore they leave I check their purses
Sorry for the wait, the confusion of disturbance
Got me movin’ weight, prostitution and these verses
Whippin in the kitchen in the trap house with my shirt off
I’m gon’ get these millions and I put that on my first born
Got that old Juvie bumpin’, talkin’ ’bout the third ward
The DA was a dick and the judge was a jerk off
We yellin’ suwoop, suwoop, suwoop
Yeah, you hear us yellin’, suwoop, suwoop, suwoop
Blood gang, nigga
And it’s the Sorry 4 the Wait 2
And I’m so sorry for the wait too
Sorry for the wait, I had to drop that part two and sh*t
Just to let you know that a nigga still doin’ it
Workin’ like a slave, talking Roots part two and sh*t
Sorry for the wait, Lil Tunechi still Tunechi, bitch

Young Thug & Carnage – Liger

[Intro]
I wet ’em up and then it rain, their blood, it rinsed off
Thugger
Carnage, what it do, nigga?
Let’s turn up

[Chorus]
I tell the bitch so [?], that’s my kinfolk
We got the bricks, I got the bitches for the upper load
We wet ’em up and then it rain, their blood, it rinsed off
Lil’ mama foreign and exotic, suck my skin off
I bought a Rollie’, but I coulda bought a Viper, ayy
Everybody got tigers, so I wanna go get a liger, ayy
I’m so different from these niggas, I won’t be like ’em (swear to God, ayy)

[Verse 1]
Uh, I bought a Bentley, then I went and chopped the top off
I got a bad bitch inside and I’m gettin’ topped off
I got a foreign ‘Rari, then I cut the top off
I put these pebbles in the meat and knock the taco off
A pussy nigga better stop playin’ with Slime boss
You pussy niggas fuck around, have me behind the wall
I swear to God, I can’t wait to go with my fuckin’ bros
I know he miss me and I miss him, and that’s worth the long
I got some big guns pointed at it on
Louis V armor fatigue, but it’s camo’, though (get it, ayy)
She smokin’ loud like a high note
I just wanna put my D on your cameltoe (let’s do it)
I know they told you don’t play with these fuckin’ folks (ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)
You gon’ end up in somebody mothafuckin’ moat
Blue diamonds, water like South Beach, oh yeah, you can pour
Oh yeah, I’m rich, oh, I don’t gotta vote, fuck you

[Chorus]
I tell the bitch so [?], that’s my kinfolk
We got the bricks, I got the bitches for the upper load
We wet ’em up and then it rain, their blood, it rinsed off
Lil’ mama foreign and exotic, suck my skin off
I bought a Rollie’, but I coulda bought a Viper, ayy
Everybody got tigers, so I wanna go get a liger, ayy
I’m so different from these niggas, I won’t be like ’em (fuck ’em all, ayy, swear to God, nigga)
Thugger

[Verse 2]
Cash talk, baby, I want acres all in Vegas
I got bitches wanna fuck me all around the equator
I’m global, bitch, I’m global, yeah, I am not your neighbor
No longer, yeah, all my cribs sit on hundreds of acres
Bitch, I promise, swear to God, on my mom, on my daughters
On my son, on my mothafuckin’ gun
If I’m lyin’, make it jam while I’m tryna fuckin’ blam
Old bitch, hi, there, ma’am, suck me loose in Guwop’s Lamb’
Suck my top off, yeah
Bitch, I’m rich, this ain’t luck
Bitch, I’m climbin’, why you stuck?
Bitch, I’m yammin’, in your guts
Uncle Sam, mothafuck him
I ain’t payin’ him, nigga, what?
Yeah, I got right with God, I know he gon’ keep me up

[Chorus]
I tell the bitch so [?], that’s my kinfolk
We got the bricks, I got the bitches for the upper load
We wet ’em up and then it rain, their blood, it rinsed off
Lil’ mama foreign and exotic, suck my skin off
I bought a Rollie’, but I coulda bought a Viper, ayy
Everybody got tigers, so I wanna go get a liger, ayy
I’m so different from these niggas, I won’t be like ’em (fuck ’em all, ayy, swear to God, nigga)
Thugger

Selena Gomez – Fetish (Galantis Remix) Lyrics

[Verse 1: Selena Gomez]
Take it or leave it
Baby take it or leave it
But I know you won’t leave it
‘Cause I know that you need it
Look in the mirror
When I look in the mirror
Baby I see it clearer
Why you wanna be nearer

[Pre-Chorus: Selena Gomez]
I’m not surprised
I sympathize, ah
I can’t deny
Your appetite, ah

[Chorus: Selena Gomez]
You got a fetish for my love
I push you out and you come right back
Don’t see a point in blaming you
If I were you, I’d do me too
You got a fetish for my love
I push you out and you come right back
Don’t see a point in blaming you
If I were you, I’d do me too
You got a fetish for my love

[Drop]
You got a fetish for my love
You got a fetish for my love

[Verse 2: Selena Gomez]
Reaching your limit
Say you’re reaching your limit
Going over your limit
But I know you can’t quit it
Something about me
Got you hooked on my body
Take you over and under and twisted up like origami

[Pre-Chorus: Selena Gomez]
I’m not surprised
I sympathize, ah
I can’t deny
Your appetite, ah

[Chorus: Selena Gomez]
You got a fetish for my love
I push you out and you come right back
Don’t see a point in blaming you
If I were you, I’d do me too
You got a fetish for my love
I push you out and you come right back
Don’t see a point in blaming you
If I were you, I’d do me too
You got a fetish for my love

[Drop]
You got a fetish for my love
You got a fetish for my love
You got a fetish for my love
You got a fetish for my love

[Verse 3: Gucci Mane]
It’s Gucci!
The way you walk, the way you talk
I blame you ’cause it’s all your fault
You’re playin’ hard, don’t turn me off
You actin’ hard, but I know you soft
You my fetish, I’m so with it
All these rumors bein’ spreaded
Might as well go ‘head and whip it
‘Cause they sayin’ we already did it
Call on Gucci if you ever need me
I’ll be South Beach in the drop top gleamin’
Water diamonds, Aquafina
Just need you in a blue bikini

[Chorus: Selena Gomez]
You got a fetish for my love
I push you out and you come right back
Don’t see a point in blaming you
If I were you, I’d do me too

Dizzee Rascal – Ghost (Raskit Album)

[Hook]
Close, close, wanna get close on the coast
Ghost, ghost don’t pose and I don’t post
Close, close, wanna get close on the coast
Ghost, ghost

[Verse 1]
Pickin’ me a winner
Picky hair an’ I was a little bit thinner
3310 with a customised ringer
I was tryna holla at Lavinia
But she weren’t ina
Cos I was a sinner
Thought I was a minger
Never had a Bimmer
Rollin’ through the ends on a stolen aprillia
Waiting for the Dominos guy to deliver
For a free dinner
Thought I knew it all I was just a beginner
Never was a singer
I was on pirate radio way before I heard Mike Skinner
Wagwan killer
Yeah that’s my nigga
Talk about race but its just way bigger
I ain’t gonna waste no time on Twitter
Done with the jibba
Cry me a river
Say it to my face or say it to my trigger
You go figure, or reconsider
Indian giver
Lookin’ for a chocolate girl with a hint of vanilla
And she can bring a Indian with her
I just want a bosom for a pillow
An’ I got a little bit o skrilla
We can get a boat and we can get a villa
Or we can be on South Beach real nigga liver
All killer, no filler

[Pre-Hook]
I don’t wanna brag or boast
I don’t cater and I don’t host
When they ask what I do I say I do the most
Then I get ghost, on the coast like I am supposed
Don’t pose and I do not post
And that’s why these girls wanna play me

[Hook]
Close, close, wanna get close on the coast
Ghost, ghost don’t pose and I don’t post
Close, close, wanna get close on the coast
Ghost, ghost

[Verse 2]
They ain’t put food on my table
I rock the cradle
Big dirty stinkin’ logo I rock the label
I’ve been doin’ this since cable
I was on the graveyard shift in the studio
Only popped out for a salt beef bagel
I was on the roads when it was unstable
I’m not an angel
Beef had more than a plate full
But I ain’t hateful
Born in the 80s
Year of the able
Come back 18
Could’ve been a facial
Would’ve been painful
Raised in the 90s
It was still racial
Bloody disgraceful
Why are these yutes so bloody ungrateful
Talk about grime like I ain’t a staple
I was on the mic when you was in play-school
Stabbed six times yo it could have been fateful
Would have been 6 foot deep on my bredrin’s T-shirt lookin’ distasteful
Would have been wasteful
Never would have seen the Caribbean in April
Shackin’ up with Rachel
Givin’ her a face-full
Never would have been seven figures deep walkin’ down the street with a gorgeous freak in a chief screamin’ "come out the way fool"

[Pre-Hook]
I don’t wanna brag or boast
I don’t cater and I don’t host
When they ask what I do I say I do the most
Then I get ghost, on the coast like I am supposed
Don’t pose and I do not post
And that’s why these girls wanna play me

[Hook]
Close, close, wanna get close on the coast
Ghost, ghost don’t pose and I don’t post
Close, close, wanna get close on the coast
Ghost, ghost

FRENCH MONTANA – Hotel Bathroom lyrics

Off top, baby

[Hook]
Hotel bathroom
Hotel bathroom
Smoking in the bathroom
To the hotel bathroom
Hotel couch, fucking on the hotel couch
Hotel bathroom
Fuck you on the hotel bed
Yeah, baby
Up and down it feels like
Heaven must feel so light
Ain’t gon’ lie, I can’t wait

[Verse 1]
Hotel Cabana
AOD, hunnid dancers
GG on the Phantom
South Beach, condo
Free life
Free Max B for one night
Wait for it, hang tight
Everything go
Naked bitches
Everything goes
Dip in that Ghost
Ra-ra, kill that noise
Take a break, cigarette smoke, yeah
Hit it one time and you can’t feel your toes

[Hook]
Hotel bathroom
Hotel bathroom
Smoking in the bathroom
To the hotel bathroom
Hotel couch, fucking on the hotel couch
Hotel bathroom
Fuck you on the hotel bed
Yeah, baby
Up and down it feels like
Heaven must feel so light
Ain’t gon lie, I can’t wait

[Verse 2]
Whip the white with my closed eyes
Flip two or three to that four, five
She was the brain to my story
Her baby daddy was boring
Motel 6
We fucked in the bathroom, Motel 6
Don’t tell this
But you ain’t no motel bitch
Do right, be right there like you Spike
Court side seats like
Take a break, cigarette smoke, yeah
Hit it one time and you can’t feel your toes

[Hook]
Hotel bathroom
Hotel bathroom
Smoking in the bathroom
To the hotel bathroom
Hotel couch, fucking on the hotel couch
Hotel bathroom
Fuck you on the hotel bed
Yeah, baby
Up and down it feels like
Heaven must feel so light
Ain’t ‘gon lie, I can’t wait

[Outro]
On the hotel floor
On the hotel floor
In the hotel shower
In the hotel bed
In the hotel shower
In the hotel

[Hook]
Up and down it feels like
Heaven must feel so light
Ain’t ‘gon lie, I can’t wait
Yeah, baby
Up and down it feels like
Heaven must feel so light
Ain’t ‘gon lie, I can’t wait

Hotel bathroom

French Montana – Hotel Bathroom (Jungle Rules Album)

[Intro]
Off top, baby

[Hook]
Hotel bathroom
Hotel bathroom
Smoking in the bathroom
To the hotel bathroom
Hotel couch, fucking on the hotel couch
Hotel bathroom
Fuck you on the hotel bed
Yeah, baby
Up and down it feels like
Heaven must feel so light
Ain’t gon’ lie, I can’t wait

[Verse 1]
Hotel Cabana
AOD, hunnid dancers
GG on the Phantom
South Beach, condo
Free life
Free Max B for one night
Wait for it, hang tight
Everything go
Naked bitches
Everything goes
Dip in that Ghost
Ra-ra, kill that noise
Take a break, cigarette smoke, yeah
Hit it one time and you can’t feel your toes

[Hook]
Hotel bathroom
Hotel bathroom
Smoking in the bathroom
To the hotel bathroom
Hotel couch, fucking on the hotel couch
Hotel bathroom
Fuck you on the hotel bed
Yeah, baby
Up and down it feels like
Heaven must feel so light
Ain’t gon lie, I can’t wait

[Verse 2]
Whip the white with my closed eyes
Flip two or three to that four, five
She was the brain to my story
Her baby daddy was boring
Motel 6
We fucked in the bathroom, Motel 6
Don’t tell this
But you ain’t no motel bitch
Do right, be right there like you Spike
Court side seats like
Take a break, cigarette smoke, yeah
Hit it one time and you can’t feel your toes

[Hook]
Hotel bathroom
Hotel bathroom
Smoking in the bathroom
To the hotel bathroom
Hotel couch, fucking on the hotel couch
Hotel bathroom
Fuck you on the hotel bed
Yeah, baby
Up and down it feels like
Heaven must feel so light
Ain’t ‘gon lie, I can’t wait

[Outro]
On the hotel floor
On the hotel floor
In the hotel shower
In the hotel bed
In the hotel shower
In the hotel

[Hook]
Up and down it feels like
Heaven must feel so light
Ain’t ‘gon lie, I can’t wait
Yeah, baby
Up and down it feels like
Heaven must feel so light
Ain’t ‘gon lie, I can’t wait

Hotel bathroom

Selena Gomez – Fetish (feat. Gucci Mane)

[Verse 1: Selena Gomez]
Take it or leave it
Baby take it or leave it
But I know you won’t leave it
‘Cause I know that you need it
Look in the mirror
When I look in the mirror
Baby I see it clearer
Why you wanna be nearer

[Pre-Chorus: Selena Gomez]
I’m not surprised
I sympathize, ah
I can’t deny
Your appetite, ah

[Chorus: Selena Gomez]
You got a fetish for my love
I push you out and you come right back
Don’t see a point in blaming you
If I were you, I’d do me too

[Verse 2: Selena Gomez]
Reaching your limit
Say you’re reaching your limit
Going over your limit
But I know you can’t quit it
Something about me
Got you hooked on my body
Take you over and under and twisted up like origami

[Pre-Chorus: Selena Gomez]
I’m not surprised
I sympathize, ah
I can’t deny
Your appetite, ah

[Chorus: Selena Gomez]
You got a fetish for my love
I push you out and you come right back
Don’t see a point in blaming you
If I were you, I’d do me too

[Verse 3: Gucci Mane]
The way you walk, the way you talk
I blame you ’cause it’s all your fault
Ya playin’ hard, don’t turn me off
Ya acting hard, but I know you soft
You my fetish, I’m so with it
All these rumors bein’ spreaded
Might as well go ‘head and whip it
‘Cause they sayin’ we already did it
Call on Gucci if you ever need and
I’ll be South Beach in the drop top gleamin’
Order diamonds, Aquafina
Just need you in a blue bikini

[Chorus: Selena Gomez]
You got a fetish for my love
I push you out and you come right back
Don’t see a point in blaming you
If I were you, I’d do me too

Fetish – Selena Gomez feat. Gucci Mane lyrics

Lyrics Selena Gomez – Fetish

Take it or leave it
Baby take it or leave it
But I know you won’t leave it
‘Cause I know that you need it
Look in the mirror
When I look in the mirror
Baby I see it clearer
Why you wanna be nearer.(fetish)

I’m not surprised
I sympathize, ah
I can’t deny
Your appetite, ahhh.

[Chorus: Selena Gomez]
You got a fetish for my love
I push you out and you come right back
Don’t see a point in blaming you
If I were you, I’d do me too.

Reaching your limit
Say you’re reaching your limit
Going over your limit
But I know you can’t quit it
Something about me
Got you hooked on my body
Take you over and under and twisted up like origami.

I’m not surprised
I sympathize, ahhh
Versuri-lyrics.info
I can’t deny
Your appetite, ah.

You got a fetish for my love
I push you out and you come right back
Don’t see a point in blaming you
If I were you, I’d do me too.

The way you walk, the way you talk
I blame you ’cause it’s all your fault
Ya playin’ hard, don’t turn me off
Ya acting hard, but I know you soft
You my fetish, I’m so with it
All these rumors bein’ spreaded
Might as well go ‘head and whip it
‘Cause they sayin’ we already did it
Call on Gucci if you ever need and
I’ll be South Beach in the drop top gleamin’
Order diamonds, Aquafina
Just need you in a blue bikini.

You got a fetish for my love
I push you out and you come right back
Don’t see a point in blaming you
If I were you, I’d do me tooo.
Selena Gomez lyrics
Lyrics Selena Gomez

Flo Rida – Game Time (feat. Sage The Gemini)

[Chorus: Flo Rida]
It’s about to go down in a minute
Let me touchdown, I’mma get it
Cause I, I, I been waiting all night
To make it go from the friend zone to the end zone
Tryna take it to the house, baby, let’s go
Cause I, I, I been waiting all night
It’s game time

[Verse 1: Flo Rida]
I’mma hustler, baby, why you think they pay me?
Let me know when you’re ready to roll
Do 180 in the gray Mercedes
South Beach where they love me the most
And you know they gon’ watch me balling like I’m Michael Jordan
And always win like he did in the fourth
When the shots is falling and the phone’s recordin’
Yeah, you know that we doing the most

[Pre-Chorus: Flo Rida]
We gon’ make it rain, rain, rain
Like we won the championship game
We gon’ need some more champagne to take it all the way

[Chorus: Flo Rida]
It’s about to go down in a minute
Let me touchdown, I’mma get it
Cause I, I, I been waiting all night
To make it go from the friend zone to the end zone
Tryna take it to the house, baby, let’s go
Cause I, I, I been waiting all night
It’s game time

[Verse 2: Sage the Gemini]
I’mma let you shop until your feet is sore
I’mma [?] the credit card made from [?]
It’s game time and I’m in the post
Nah, me and your ex can’t have the same score
Tryna hit the end zone ‘fore the friend zone
And maybe bring friends to the end zone
It’s up to you when we in Syracuse
Get you hot and cool you down, I got the damn flu

[Pre-Chorus: Sage the Gemini]
We gon’ make it rain, rain, rain
Like we won the championship game
We gon’ need some more champagne to take it all the way

[Chorus: Flo Rida]
It’s about to go down in a minute
Let me touchdown, I’mma get it
Cause I, I, I been waiting all night
To make it go from the friend zone to the end zone
Tryna take it to the house, baby, let’s go
Cause I, I, I been waiting all night
It’s game time

[Verse 3: Sage the Gemini]
Step back, hit ’em with the shake
Cross over, going hard in the paint
Hit that, money in the bank
All star, watch me do it all day
Step back, hit ’em with the shake
Cross over, going hard in the green
Hit that, money in the bank
All star, going hard

[Chorus: Flo Rida]
It’s about to go down in a minute
Let me touchdown, I’mma get it
Cause I, I, I been waiting all night
To make it go from the friend zone to the end zone
Tryna take it to the house, baby, let’s go
Cause I, I, I been waiting all night
It’s game time

PnB Rock – Playa No More (feat. A Boogie Wit Da Hoodie & Quavo) (Gttm Goin Thru The Motions Album)

[Intro: PnB Rock + A Boogie Wit Da Hoodie]
Playa no more
I don’t wanna be a playa no more
I don’t wanna be a playa no more
‘Cause I don’t wanna be a playa

[Verse 1: A Boogie Wit Da Hoodie]
I don’t wan’ be a playa with you
Girl I don’t understand what you
Want, but I’m tryna make plans with you
South Beach, don’t bring sand with you
South Beach, I hope you don’t bring sand with you
Out to eat, every menu, I’ll explain it to you
What you mean, you ain’t eatin’? I ain’t playin’ with you
I’m just sayin’ I’m the mothafuckin’ man, nigga
Louis checkers on my sweatshirt
Try to draw this, I’m an artist, you a sketcher
On my grown shit, I get nauseous tryna sweat her
I’m the coldest, I recorded this in a sweater

[Hook: PnB Rock]
Why you playin’, shawty? I could put you on, yeah
I know I got all of these girls up in my phone, yeah
But on the real, you the only one I want, yeah
‘Cause I don’t wanna be a playa no more
Why you playin’, shawty? I could put you on, yeah
I know I got all of these girls up in my phone, yeah
But on the real, you the only one I want, yeah
‘Cause I don’t wanna be a playa no more

[Verse 2: PnB Rock]
Shawty I don’t wanna play them games no more
Used to be a dog, I ain’t the same no more, no
I ain’t tryna be forgettin’ names no more, no
I swear I ain’t dodgin’ Cupid’s aim no more
So shawty what’s up with you?
Ain’t gotta tell you, you already know I fuck with you
Pretty face, pretty smile, I’m in love with you
Sike, no, but maybe I can fall in love with you
Yeah, maybe, baby me plus you can be an item
All them bitches I be just hittin’, don’t really like ’em
I’ma keep it up with you, bitches, I just one night ’em
But with you it’s all the way different, I’m tryna wife you, girl

[Hook: PnB Rock]
Why you playin’, shawty? I could put you on, yeah
I know I got all of these girls up in my phone, yeah
But on the real, you the only one I want, yeah
‘Cause I don’t wanna be a playa no more
Why you playin’, shawty? I could put you on, yeah
I know I got all of these girls up in my phone, yeah
But on the real, you the only one I want, yeah
‘Cause I don’t wanna be a playa no more

[Verse 3: Quavo]
Baby girl I hope the time is right
Time’s right
She said, "Quavo I hope your mind is right
I hope your mind is right"
Christian Loub’, she gon’ bleed tonight, yeah
Please tell me I ain’t bleedin’ right
When she leave I hope she need a ride
Then we pull up to the bando (SKRRR!)
I’m the one she call on (BRRRR)
I gotta leave my dogs alone (damn)
You can’t give an old dog a new bone
In other words, baby girl I’m comin’ on home

[Bridge: Quavo]
Girl you know we shine like diamonds in the sky
I don’t wanna be a playa no more, no I can’t lie

[Hook: PnB Rock]
Why you playin’, shawty? I could put you on, yeah
I know I got all of these girls up in my phone, yeah
But on the real, you the only one I want, yeah
‘Cause I don’t wanna be a playa no more
Why you playin’, shawty? I could put you on, yeah
I know I got all of these girls up in my phone, yeah
But on the real, you the only one I want, yeah
‘Cause I don’t wanna be a playa no more

Russ – Manifest

[Verse 1: Russ]
Listenin’ to my old songs
Back when I would talk about
Things that hadn’t happened yet
But now I get to talk about
Just got back from South Beach
Collins Ave, Shore Club
Always celebrating what I want to see more of
Took my mom with me
Let her soak up all the sunshine
Let her watch the rain stop
All because her son shined
That’s what I call foresight
That’s what I call manifest

[Hook: Russ]
Movin’ to the rhythm
Of my intuition
Anything I want I
Speak into existence
That’s how I’m living
That’s how I’m winning

[Verse 2: Russ]
Five bands a show now
And you know it’s going up
Plays in the millions
Guess I’m finally blowing up
Oh what a feeling
Ten years makin’ beats
Patience taste bitter
But that after taste is so sweet
Could’ve stopped at anytime
Wouldn’t have believed this
People used to talk down
But now I got ’em speechless
That’s what I call foresight
That’s what I call manifest

[Hook: Russ]
Movin’ to the rhythm
Of my intuition
Any thing I want I
Speak into existence
That’s how I’m living
That’s how I’m winning

[Verse 3: Russ]
Look around, everyone soundin’ lazy
Am I the only one who does themselves on the daily?
I don’t wanna’ hear about these rappers with the same flows
Everybody cut, copy, pastin’, where’d the game go?
I remember when I was a kid that woulda’ warranted
Excommunication from the game, now they rewarding it
Got me so glad I know myself

[Hook: Russ]
Movin’ to the rhythm
Of my intuition
Any thing I want I
Speak into existence
That’s how I’m living
That’s how I’m winning

Tory Lanez – Wraith Talk (Prod. Araabmuzik) (The New Toronto 2 Mixtape)

[Intro]
Lightin’ up a Cuban cigar down Collins Ave
This that type of shit
Saucy, yeah, you know this that
It’s that light that Cuban cigar in the Wraith music
No excuses
I feel marvelous by the way

[Verse 1]
Look uh, first off, I’m poppin’ nigga, fuck all y’all
Y’all lucky I don’t let this thing touch all y’all
Swavey, uh
It’s been a while man, uh
Say the name for a nigga greatest ever
New Toronto very own, bitch, I made another
Made songs ’bout Teyana and Karrueche
I should have pulled some fly shit and had them date each other

[Interlude]
Lemme talk my shit
I told y’all was gon be a lovely evenin’, I told you
This that shit you just
You just smoke an L to and sit the fuck back
And look at your life like, "Look what I did"

[Verse 2]
Uh, I run the city in my joggers
Niggas talkin’ like bloggers
Villas and apartments
Movin’ like Vinny Vargas
Case closed, deal open talkin’ large shit
Got me out on South Beach with the sergeant
Collins Ave., Ocean Ave doin’ Prime nigga
The Henny fall for all my dawgs doin’ time nigga
Lately I’ve been fuckin’ bitches two in time
Sellin’ flows, sellin’ shows, plus keepin’ you in line
Oh it’s hard
Still I do it and money it comin’ fluent
Spittin’ like I need to check my fluids
But I get a check from all these niggas like I’m Jewish
Stupid money comin’, got a nigga feelin’ foolish
I stunt harder, single number 1 charter
Two platinum plaque singles off of one starter
I been harder, been smarter
Boy, they got me movin’ like the hall of fame
Arm through the rim, Vince Carter
Your flow easy and your beats bore me
I done bossed up the city, whole street saw me
In a pair of a red bottoms and fatigues on me
Plugged up ’til the day they call police on me
Say my shit the hardest ’cause my shit the hardest
In ten years, we’ll check back ’bout who’s the bigger artist
Whole clique of artists and they ’bout to get shit started
Even though the kid alone, could have your shit deported
I see talkin’ slick now
I got a million for every word out your slick mouth
Lucky I can’t even argue with them little guys
I’m more focused on gettin’ niggas legitimised
I own the land, I own property, the enterprise
I’m still stuntin’, fuckin’ all your bitches inner thighs
My watch ten glass can get a nigga killed
P.E., gym class the way I’m in the field
Drove the Rolls round Toronto, show the kid’s its real
340 cash, fuck how niggas feel
I was broker than the joker
Now I need a bag
Spanish bitch la vida loca
Bitch name Coca and I stroke her in the hot tub
Niggas say it’s love, though it’s not love
So I’m in the VIP strip club section, I’m gettin’ hot rubs
Big dutty .45 on me, in case they pop up
‘Cause when the shot sober
Niggas leave you slouched over in the couch sofa
Dawg, especially when the block know ya
And your hater steady talkin, what they got for you
But your shooters in the drops over
Down to shoot a movie clip until the plots over

[Outro]
I’m not gon’ play nice with you niggas man
Fuck you want me to do? I’m sorry
Over here in one umbrella, you know
We got a no fuck nigga policy, know what I’m sayin’? One of those
I’m not one of them niggas that you just
You know you just see me out on a random blue
And you see me in my Wraith and you just pull up
And shoot your gun at me
You gotta make certain calls for that, baby
You gotta talk to certain people
Before you make those moves
Oh I know you

Tory Lanez – Wraith Talk Lyrics

[Intro]
Lightin’ up a Cuban cigar down Collins Ave
This that type of shit
Saucy, yeah, you know this that
It’s that light that Cuban cigar in the Wraith music
No excuses
I feel marvelous by the way

[Verse 1]
Look uh, first off, I’m poppin’ nigga, fuck all y’all
Y’all lucky I don’t let this thing touch all y’all
Swavey, uh
It’s been a while man, uh
Say the name for a nigga greatest ever
New Toronto very own, bitch, I made another
Made songs ’bout Teyana and Karrueche
I should have pulled some fly shit and had them date each other

[Interlude]
Lemme talk my shit
I told y’all was gon be a lovely evenin’, I told you
This that shit you just
You just smoke an L to and sit the fuck back
And look at your life like, “Look what I did”

[Verse 2]
Uh, I run the city in my joggers
Niggas talkin’ like bloggers
Villas and apartments
Movin’ like Vinny Vargas
Case closed, deal open talkin’ large shit
Got me out on South Beach with the sergeant
Collins Ave., Ocean Ave doin’ Prime nigga
The Henny fall for all my dawgs doin’ time nigga
Lately I’ve been fuckin’ bitches two in time
Sellin’ flows, sellin’ shows, plus keepin’ you in line
Oh it’s hard
Still I do it and money it comin’ fluent
Spittin’ like I need to check my fluids
But I get a check from all these niggas like I’m Jewish
Stupid money comin’, got a nigga feelin’ foolish
I stunt harder, single number 1 charter
Two platinum plaque singles off of one starter
I been harder, been smarter
Boy, they got me movin’ like the hall of fame
Arm through the rim, Vince Carter
Your flow easy and your beats bore me
I done bossed up the city, whole street saw me
In a pair of a red bottoms and fatigues on me
Plugged up ’til the day they call police on me
Say my shit the hardest ’cause my shit the hardest
In ten years, we’ll check back ’bout who’s the bigger artist
Whole clique of artists and they ’bout to get shit started
Even though the kid alone, could have your shit deported
I see talkin’ slick now
I got a million for every word out your slick mouth
Lucky I can’t even argue with them little guys
I’m more focused on gettin’ niggas legitimised
I own the land, I own property, the enterprise
I’m still stuntin’, fuckin’ all your bitches inner thighs
My watch ten glass can get a nigga killed
P.E., gym class the way I’m in the field
Drove the Rolls round Toronto, show the kid’s its real
340 cash, fuck how niggas feel
I was broker than the joker
Now I need a bag
Spanish bitch la vida loca
Bitch name Coca and I stroke her in the hot tub
Niggas say it’s love, though it’s not love
So I’m in the VIP strip club section, I’m gettin’ hot rubs
Big dutty .45 on me, in case they pop up
‘Cause when the shot sober
Niggas leave you slouched over in the couch sofa
Dawg, especially when the block know ya
And your hater steady talkin, what they got for you
But your shooters in the drops over
Down to shoot a movie clip until the plots over

[Outro]
I’m not gon’ play nice with you niggas man
Fuck you want me to do? I’m sorry
Over here in one umbrella, you know
We got a no fuck nigga policy, know what I’m sayin’? One of those
I’m not one of them niggas that you just
You know you just see me out on a random blue
And you see me in my Wraith and you just pull up
And shoot your gun at me
You gotta make certain calls for that, baby
You gotta talk to certain people
Before you make those moves
Oh I know you

French Montana – LockJaw (Clue Radio Remix) Lyrics

(Intro – DJ Khaled & Jeezy)
This the remix
It be hard to watch the 10 when the haters keep watching
Clue, what’s happening?
Woo, woo
Remix

(Chorus – Kodak Black and French Montana & Jeezy)
It be hard to watch the cash when the bands keep dropping, Straight up
Got the big 40 on me so my pants keep falling
It be hard to understand me cause my jaw keep locking, Yeah
I ain’t even tryna talk cause my jaw keep locking
She ain’t tryna be a freak but them bands keep popping, That’s the one
Still caught up in the streets and the feds still knocking, Yeah
It be hard to understand me my jaw keep locking, Y’all know what’s happening ni**a
It be hard to understand me cause my jaw keep locking, Snow
Bite down, bite down, Low key, this your block
It’d be hard to understand me cause my jaw keep locking
Rest in peace, Bankroll Fresh, you know
Bite down, bite down
It’d be hard to understand me cause my jaw keep locking

(Verse 1 – Jeezy)
It be hard to throw it to em when the 100 keep sticking
Got some ni**as out in Tampa, yeah they banned Scottie Pippen
In the rari, by him damn self, boy, Jeezy tripping
And it’s candy apple red, see I thought that he Cripping
Y’all gon have to body me, I got hitters on my side
It’s a fact motherf**ker, your baby mama on my timeline
Yeah bi**h, I run my city like a motherf**king primetime
Prime 1 12, South Beach, I like to find out
You rappers on that rap sheet, know it’s rich before that
That Draco in the drop top, screaming free Kodak
She gone off the Xannies, got my head down her panties
She say her name Lateesha, why I keep on saying Tammy

(Chorus – Kodak Black and French Montana)
It be hard to watch the cash when the bands keep dropping
Got the big 40 on me so my pants keep falling
It be hard to understand me cause my jaw keep locking
I ain’t even tryna talk cause my jaw keep locking
She ain’t tryna be a freak but them bands keep popping
Still caught up in the streets and the feds still knocking
It be hard to understand me my jaw keep locking
It be hard to understand me cause my jaw keep locking
Bite down, bite down
It’d be hard to understand me cause my jaw keep locking
Bite down, bite down
It’d be hard to understand me cause my jaw keep locking

(Verse 2 – Rick Ross)
Know I gotta hold it down, with my dogs, doing time
Money order’s in his name and his daughter’s doing fine
Real estate for the seize, Bo Jackson in his prime
Chi line with the heat, Jordan, number 9s
On the first day, she got me 2 pairs of the 3 stripes
Nicki watching me and Meek shooting with 3 dice
Helicopter pads, Ferarris with 3 pipes
Gaston called for the models, party for 3 nights
Bottles and Corvettes, importing at cheap price
Flow’s old school, I’m close to a D Nice
Ay, I’m at awards, all the homies seats nice
Lady Gaga seen a boss, didn’t even think twice

(Verse 3 – Kodak Black & French Montana)
I chew your lil’ mup, I’ll boot a ni**a up
Got them snipers in the dually truck and we tooly’d up
I be tryna change my life , but a monkey on my back
I’ve been rolling all night, I got a monkey on my back
skrrr, skrrr
All about the mula
Throw a hundred chains on, tryna cool off
I know a ni**a blessed, pray to God
Soon as the floor hits my feet I’m getting high
Eyes bowleg, looking crooked in the face
She keep looking in her drink
Probably think the liquor laced
Nah bi**h, I’m 1K
And I’ma keep it one hundg though
Biting down, bout to rip my tongue off

(Chorus – Kodak Black and French Montana)
It be hard to watch the cash when the bands keep dropping
Got the big 40 on me so my pants keep falling
It be hard to understand me cause my jaw keep locking
I ain’t even tryna talk cause my jaw keep locking
She ain’t tryna be a freak but them bands keep popping
Still caught up in the streets and the feds still knocking
It be hard to understand me my jaw keep locking
It be hard to understand me cause my jaw keep locking
Bite down, bite down
It’d be hard to understand me cause my jaw keep locking
Bite down, bite down
It’d be hard to understand me cause my jaw keep locking

PnB Rock – Playa No More Lyrics

[Intro: PnB Rock + A Boogie Wit Da Hoodie]
Playa no more
I don’t wanna be a playa no more
I don’t wanna be a playa no more
‘Cause I don’t wanna be a playa

[Verse 1: A Boogie Wit Da Hoodie]
I don’t wan’ be a playa with you
Girl I don’t understand what you…
Want, but I’m tryna make plans with you
South Beach, don’t bring sand with you
South Beach, I hope you don’t bring sand with you
Out to eat, every menu, I’ll explain it to you
What you mean, you ain’t eatin’? I ain’t playin’ with you
I’m just sayin’ I’m the mothafuckin’ man, nigga
Louis checkers on my sweatshirt
Try to draw this, I’m an artist, you a sketcher
On my grown shit, I get nauseous tryna sweat her
I’m the coldest, I recorded this in a sweater

[Hook: PnB Rock]
Why you playin’, shawty? I could put you on, yeah
I know I got all of these girls up in my phone, yeah
But on the real, you the only one I want, yeah
‘Cause I don’t wanna be a playa no more
Why you playin’, shawty? I could put you on, yeah
I know I got all of these girls up in my phone, yeah
But on the real, you the only one I want, yeah
‘Cause I don’t wanna be a playa no more

[Verse 2: PnB Rock]
Shawty I don’t wanna play them games no more
Used to be a dog, I ain’t the same no more, no
I ain’t tryna be forgettin’ names no more, no
I swear I ain’t dodgin’ Cupid’s aim no more
So shawty what’s up with you?
Ain’t gotta tell you, you already know I fuck with you
Pretty face, pretty smile, I’m in love with you
Sike, no, but maybe I can fall in love with you
Yeah, maybe, baby me plus you can be an item
All them bitches I be just hittin’, don’t really like ’em
I’ma keep it up with you, bitches, I just one night ’em
But with you it’s all the way different, I’m tryna wife you, girl

[Hook: PnB Rock]
Why you playin’, shawty? I could put you on, yeah
I know I got all of these girls up in my phone, yeah
But on the real, you the only one I want, yeah
‘Cause I don’t wanna be a playa no more
Why you playin’, shawty? I could put you on, yeah
I know I got all of these girls up in my phone, yeah
But on the real, you the only one I want, yeah
‘Cause I don’t wanna be a playa no more

[Verse 3: Quavo]
Baby girl I hope the time is right
Time’s right
She said, “Quavo I hope your mind is right
I hope your mind is right”
Christian Loub’, she gon’ bleed tonight, yeah
Please tell me I ain’t bleedin’ right
When she leave I hope she need a ride
Then we pull up to the bando (SKRRR!)
I’m the one she call on (BRRRR)
I gotta leave my dogs alone (damn)
You can’t give an old dog a new bone
In other words, baby girl I’m comin’ on home

[Bridge: Quavo]
Girl you know we shine like diamonds in the sky
I don’t wanna be a playa no more, no I can’t lie

[Hook: PnB Rock]
Why you playin’, shawty? I could put you on, yeah
I know I got all of these girls up in my phone, yeah
But on the real, you the only one I want, yeah
‘Cause I don’t wanna be a playa no more
Why you playin’, shawty? I could put you on, yeah
I know I got all of these girls up in my phone, yeah
But on the real, you the only one I want, yeah
‘Cause I don’t wanna be a playa no more