Denzel Curry – Shawshank Lyrics

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[Intro]
FnZ
Oh, damn

[Chorus: Denzel Curry]
Cook it up, gourmet
I go Super Saiyan, Gotenks
Anything I ever do is top rank
Got more bars than a Shawshank
Cook it up, gourmet
I go Super Saiyan, Gotenks
Anything I ever do is top rank
Got more bars than a Shawshank

[Verse 1: Denzel Curry]
I don’t wear Balmains, all I ever do is ball man
I am not a rapper, they all lame
I am not dope, I’m hard, wait…
I can power up and level up at any moment
Spitting like a semi, only get me semicolon
Couple 0’s like I’m Stanley Yelnats
Every flow is unmatched and I better get set, inhale
Finish ’em, finish ’em
Mess around with me and I diminish ’em all
Even if I ever did minimum all
Even in Arizona, better killin’ them all
Rogue one but I got a team wit’ me
Bad man one got a ting wit’ me
I get mean, I get green
Show the whole game what’s never been seen

[Chorus: Denzel Curry]
Cook it up, gourmet
I go Super Saiyan, Gotenks
Anything I ever do is top rank
Got more bars than a Shawshank
Cook it up, gourmet
I go Super Saiyan, Gotenks
Anything I ever do is top rank
Got more bars than a Shawshank

[Verse 2: Tate Kobang]
Designer sneakers hurt my feet now
Every beat is gettin’ beat down
Couldn’t eat, watch I eat now
Like how you couldn’t pay the freestyle?
Different cities every week now
Every woman is a freak now
What state, probably lookin’ bleep now
I was homeless, sleep designer sheets now
30 different missions, when I speak they listen
Couldn’t find a soul she fishin’
Who the crew, it wasn’t you, I know it’s true
Cause you look like the opposition
Run it up, run it up, greatest ever, sums it up
I ain’t have a lot when I was comin’ up
Kinda made my stomach turn when I brought it up, wait…

[Chorus: Denzel Curry]
Cook it up, gourmet
I go Super Saiyan, Gotenks
Anything I ever do is top rank
Got more bars than a Shawshank
Cook it up, gourmet
I go Super Saiyan, Gotenks
Anything I ever do is top rank
Got more bars than a Shawshank

Machine Gun Kelly – The Gunner lyrics

[Verse 1]
My walk is so cocky the bouncers don’t even stop me
Ain’t no pat down, no ID
They know me, that shit obvi
Bitch I pack out the lobby just from fans tryna find me
I got daughters and mothers tryna fuck with the gunner
Two tone suit like the Joker
My Harley Quinn wears a choker
Let them suicide doors up
So much smoke, can’t photo us
I’m out west like the gold rush, 1942 poured up
I ain’t spent one night sober since I turned 20 years old
But I’m on my Jeezy in 2005 “Trap or Die” shit
That everything 100, this ain’t no facade shit
This that “Look me in my eyes and don’t you fuckin’ lie” shit
Still don’t need no opinions
Bitch, most these artists my minions
Whoa
Yeah, turnt
Any weed around me finna get burnt
No lie, I’m on fire
Hogtie anybody need a realization that they fuckin’ with the wrong guy
I am the Alpha Omega, came from Sonic on a Sega
Crumblin’ chronic on the table
Mumbling lyrics in the basement
Like I’m finna go Super Saiyan
I’m saying, I ain’t have a plan coming out the land
Hanging with my man, tryna slang a gram
Just to rent a van, just to try and tour
Turn some common clothing in to couture
Still muddy from the sewer
Look at all that I’ve endured
All them years I couldn’t afford
Friends thats in the morgue
We are not the same, say the fuckin’ name

[Chorus]
I am the gunner (The gunner, the gunner)
I am the gunner (The gunner, the gunner)
I am the gunner (The gunner, the gunner)
I am the gunner (The gunner, the gunner)

[Verse 2]
Let’s do this for real
Super sonic, super sonic
Psychedelics and some chronic
Still remain the trending topic
Five movies, let’s be honest, what you call it?
That’s a major motion picture wallet
No, I do not want to comment
Don’t approach me, I am violent
Snapping pictures ’cause I’m styling
Let me make it very fucking clear who I am
Do not start assuming, let me clear confusion
I am not a human, they call me a giant
I pick up the mic and I start a riot
I spit a verse and I change the climate
Fuck a dealer, man, I need the pilot
Drop the weight off like he on a diet
Hanging off of the balcony of the Hyatt
I started with one, then I multiplied it
Now I got me 3 women like Frankie Lymon
And I got me a double X made in diamonds
Bitch, the dynasty never dying
Someone ring the sirens, I just broke the silence
I just sparked the loud up, who the fuck can stop us?
I resort to violence, no resorts and islands
You know where to find us

[Chorus]
I am the gunner (The gunner, the gunner)
I am the gunner (The gunner, the gunner)
I am the gunner (The gunner, the gunner)
I am the gunner (The gunner, the gunner)

Playboi Carti – Lean 4 Real Lyrics

[Intro: Playboi Carti]
Run it up, yeah, yeah
Count it up, yeah, yeah, yeah
Indigo, yeah, Indigo, yeah, yeah

[Chorus: Playboi Carti]
I’m on ’em beans for the real, I’m on the lean for real
I’m on ’em beans for the real, I’m on the lean for real
I’m on ’em beans for the real, I’m on the lean for real
I’m on ’em beans for the real, I’m on the lean for real
I’m on ’em beans for the real, I’m on the lean for real
I’m on ’em beans for the real, I’m on the lean for real
I’m on ’em beans for the real, I’m on the lean for real

[Bridge: Playboi Carti]
That bag loaded, yeah, got it all the time
Nickelodeon, yeah, way I got that slime
The Dream Mode, yeah, tatts showin’, my teeth
Keep it tucked like a tee, shout out Midnight, (N)ine

[Verse 1: Playboi Carti]
Two nights in a coupe, yeah, yeah, silly bih, let’s scoop
Oh yeah, yeah, I fucked her by the pool
Oh yeah, diamond wetter than your boo
Oh yeah, all that money take your loot

[Chorus: Playboi Carti]
I’m on ’em beans for the real, I’m on the lean for real
I’m on ’em beans for the real, I’m on the lean for real
I’m on ’em beans for the real, I’m on the lean for real
I’m on ’em beans for the real, I’m on the lean for real
I’m on ’em beans for the real, I’m on the lean for real
I’m on ’em beans for the real, I’m on the lean for real
I’m on ’em beans for the real, I’m on the lean for real

[Bridge: Playboi Carti]
That bag loaded yeah got it out the top
Nickelodeon, yeah, way I got that slime
The Dream Mode, tatts showin’, my teeth
Keep it tucked like a tee, shout out Midnight, (N)ine

[Verse 2: Skepta]
Trust, trust
Know I can’t dap you up
Yeah, you super sus
Better get used to us, had to go Super Saiyan
Had to go bird’s eye view
You’s a computer game
GTA, look at us run the streets
Give us this fuckin’ food
This is a fuckin’ feast
Man, I ain’t throwing peace
I just throw up the V
Drinks spillin’ on my shoe
Lean spillin’ on my seats
Niggas is talkin’ greazy
Please, freeze

[Chorus: Playboi Carti]
I’m on the beans for the real, I’m on the lean for real
I’m on the beans for the real, I’m on the lean for real
I’m on the beans for the real, I’m on the lean for real
I’m on the beans for the real, I’m on the lean for real
I’m on the beans for the real, I’m on the lean for real
I’m on the beans for the real, I’m on the lean for real
I’m on the beans for the real, I’m on the lean for real

[Outro: IndigoChildRick]
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah

Post Malone – God Damn (feat. FKi 1st) lyrics

[Intro: Post Malone]
God damn, god damn
Yeah, ooh, god damn
Yeah, god damn
God damn
(Got job, First)

[Chorus: Post Malone]
God damn
Where the hell you get that from?
Saucin’ on them hoes ’cause that ass so dumb
Everyone here wanna hit that yum
Yeah, yeah, god damn
Where the hell you get that from?
Saucin’ on them hoes ’cause my ice so dumb
Everyone know ’bout my bread, got some
Yeah, yeah, god damn

[Verse 1: Post Malone]
Bustin’ out the, hoo hey (woah)
I just keep on blastin’ out the pussy and
God damn, bustin’ out the, hoo hey, uh
I just fucked my bitch, rockin’ Stüssy, yeah
Ooh, drop a modicum of sauce
She really ain’t shit, bitch, I dropped it all off
Hit the strip club and blow it all off top
‘Cause I will never love a damn ho in my life

[Chorus: Post Malone]
God damn
Where the hell you get that from?
Saucin’ on them hoes ’cause that ass so dumb
Everyone here wanna hit that yum
Yeah, yeah, god damn
Where the hell you get that from?
Saucin’ on them hoes ’cause my ice so dumb
Everyone know ’bout my bread, got some
Yeah, yeah, god damn

[Verse 2: 1st]
(Ayy, it’s 1st, haha
You know what I do, hold up)
Okay, I pulled up, dropped the top
Everybody looking, wonder who I am (who?)
She get out, ass big
Everybody looking like, “God damn”
And she say she want a nigga who
Can handle everything with other men (that’s me)
Then she topped me off and turned around
Said, “Take it daddy,” so I went Super Saiyan (huh)
Flavor last forever, any bitches know you weak (lame)
I’m so in love with making money that I can’t sleep
Excuse me, sir, can I have my sauce back? (Please)
Tryna run off with my sauce, you need to bring it back

[Chorus: Post Malone]
God damn
Where the hell you get that from?
Saucin’ on them hoes ’cause that ass so dumb
Everyone here wanna hit that yum
Yeah, yeah, god damn
Where the hell you get that from?
Saucin’ on them hoes ’cause my ice so dumb
Everyone know ’bout my bread, got some
Yeah, yeah, god

Kodak Black – Erykah Badu

[Intro]
Ight come on
Aye

[Verse 1]
I’m turned up on a jolly
I will milly rock on any block fuckin’ Kodak boppin’
I will hit a nigga with that Glock, don’t really do no talkin’
I will Diddy bop on any thot, she suck me ’till she coughin’
I will let it rip on all of y’all, just try me bitch I promise
Call me K, I got to always keep the K cause I got knowledge
I be ballin’ like Pheonix, but they say I’m hooked on phonic
You won’t catch a nigga tweetin’
I be schemin’, I be plottin’
They be leechin’, they be watchin’
She be geekin’ off the molly
Call me K, I got knowledge
Keep the K cause I got knowledge
I be drippin’, I be saucin’
I be limpin’ when I’m walkin’
I’m so fucked up in the noggin’
I be hearin’ bitches talkin’
Since I’m always fuckin’ eatin’ M’s, wet the cutlass candy
You know I don’t fuckin’ give a damn, whack you and your mammy
This is orange, don’t say tangerine cause I will get offended
I want Actavis Promethazine, don’t want that shit you sippin’
And believe me, I ain’t conceited
I’m just chillin’, I’m just livin’
And so what if I’m conceited, that’s just me but that’s my business
Remember I was in a sticky one, reality done hit me
Boy these niggas will make you kill some, they always in they feelings
Nigga what would y’all do, if you could be me for minute
Nigga what would God do, if we can fuckin’ switch positions
Aye repeat what you just said cause I was rollin’ when you told me
Can’t believe what you just said bitch I be [?]
A lil soldier from off Nolia
I can’t stay from out the corner
I don’t care none ’bout these foreigns, I’ll pull up in a ‘Yota
I was raised in a dope hole, posted on the stroll
Put a nigga in a choke hold ‘fore I sell my soul

[Verse 2]
Can’t keep these bitches off me
Now my bitch think I’m trippin’, got her trynna stalk me
Think before I do the shit, false move a culprit
Got plans for tomorrow, been a man and [?]
I don’t know you bitch, let me get your social
Got a power stayin’ bulker and another on commercial
I would rather hit the fuckin’ plug before I go commercial
Stop that tweet, I’ll murk you
I be geekin’ like I’m Urkle
Crackers came and got my uncle and he went in in December
I’m a come through bouncin’ in that orange, you’ll think I’m Tigger
Project baby, grew up in the park, you can call me Tigger
It’s whatever, I’ll rock a fella, and I’m on a jigga
If I ever meet Erykah Badu, I’ma fuck her
If I ever see you, out in public, I’ma touch you
Threw a meat, stayin’ busta free, I’ll bust a busta
In a busted bus, nigga, my interior peanut butter
Shawty said that that my kid, prolly is cause I was beatin’ her
Prolly not, it prolly is, really think that I’ll feed her
I was in the DMV and I was runnin’ up to meter
Settin’ trends, goin’ Super Saiyan, whipped out like Vegeta
In a stolo smokin’ reefer, rockin’ Polo in Adidas
Ridin’ olo with the Nina, I don’t know no nigga meaner

Adamn Killa – Commas

[Hook]
Damn I hate these niggas they act worse than a bitch
Bitch ass nigga keyed my car, damn ain’t that some shit
Somebody out here mad I’m making money again
I been making money since I was a lil’ kid
Now I’m 19, I’m finna get me a crib
Niggas mad they still live with they parents ‘n shit
Check my account I see a couple commas in it
A nigga still not care about some stupid comments

[Verse 1]
I can’t save a thot ’cause they smell like some piss
If it ain’t the money then Adamn you can miss
Why you mad then gotta key my car you lil’ bitch
When I catch you I’ma whip you like you my kid
Put in that checker bag, pay me or I’m on your ass
I don’t fuck with niggas cause these niggas act like that
Why everybody always on Adamn, whats that
I can’t save a thot ’cause they don’t know how to relax
Better pay me before your ass get relaxed
I can’t save a thot ’cause they don’t got no conflicts
Bitch I’m Adamn I can’t hear you hatin’
Niggas mad ’cause the money I’m makin’
I dyed my hair pink now I’m Super Saiyan
Niggas used to look at me like alien
Now they hear me everywhere they hating
Niggas on my dick this shit not making sense

[Hook]
Damn I hate these niggas they act worse than a bitch
Bitch ass nigga keyed my car, damn ain’t that some shit
Somebody out here mad I’m making money again
I been making money since I was a lil’ kid
Now I’m 19, I’m finna get me a crib
Niggas mad they still live with they parents ‘n shit
Check my account I see a couple commas in it
A nigga still not care about some stupid comments

[Verse 2]
Niggas mad ’cause I do everything that I say
I be mad at niggas, they do everything lame
I just get the gwop like every day is a new day
I just want my money quick, I don’t want no delay
Got the gucci flipflops I don’t even tie a lace
Man I hate broke niggas, they need to stay up in they place
I’m finna make it out man I’m first up in this race
Niggas mad they stay at they damn families place

[Bridge]
Niggas mad and I know it
Niggas mad and they show it
Niggas mad and I know it
Niggas mad and they show it

[Hook]
Damn I hate these niggas they act worse than a bitch
Bitch ass nigga keyed my car, damn ain’t that some shit
Somebody out here mad I’m making money again
I been making money since I was a lil’ kid
Now I’m 19, I’m finna get me a crib
Niggas mad they still live with they parents ‘n shit
Check my account I see a couple commas in it
A nigga still not care about some stupid comments