T.I. – Care To Say About It lyrics

(feat. Rapsody)

[Verse 1: T.I.]
Yeah
Well
Attention to my youngins coming up in this shit
Let me tell you what you do, teachers say you ain’t shit
Hack off in her IG, get up in her email
Find something in it that’ll humble that bitch
Get a 8 ball better not fumble that bitch
Better double that shit
Make a hundred right back
It outta be illegal making money like this
If it is that what everyone says you can’t tell
Yeah
Imma have a thing for the arm and hammer
Before these niggas was even thinkin’ about Atlanta
Little Bankhead nigga off Balton Road
With a snubbed nose short like Muggsy Bogues
Don’t try one can’t take 6 of us
Plus you might get shot no fisticuffs (okay)
King in real life
Shinnin’ til my
Lights cut off and life is fucked off
Til them and Rick kept me in Miami ducked off
Somewhere on Biscayne
Ride in the Lambo
Abracadabra magic like we in Orlando
And where your bitch go
And where her pants go
Turn that around automatically mando
If her feet fucked up hanging out her sandals
On that mob shit like Marlon Brando
Smoking weed trappin’ standing under the lamp post
For real all a nigga ever done
Was come up on a bag turn around and get another one
Then how I came up on a bunch of money
And a bunch of motherfuckers tryna find a way to get it from me
Avoid the red tape proceed to rampage
Now a days these niggas be so goddamn fake
And I can’t stand things that are pretending
To hear you speak is so condensing
I say fuck that watch with your diamonds in it
Tryna turn myself into a monument
Stimulate the economy
Buy a Rolls Royce and hold your horse
Niggas talk loud but got no voice
Better fall in line and leave no choice
And I ain’t finna play about that
And that’s really all a nigga really care to say about that

[Verse 2: Rapsody]
Bust
Dedicated to all the bustas
We just bustin’
TIP
RAP
ATL to Raleigh North Carolina
But I was born and raised in Snowy Hill 252 Green County all day yeah
Where I’m from some niggas do die
Some women do bust everybody got 5
I ain’t never done street shit, just too fly
Get down, lay down, boy we’re too high
Hood divided I seen it live, seen the drugs, seen the love
All of it here for pride
Use to date a drug dealer in my past life
Drink Boons Farm smoke just to pass nights
Potential bigger than a monument
Real nigga, look up to me honestly
And my old whip, that old shit, the 95
I use to 9 to 5 with back in 99
I had a real job fool I could legally drive
Return pushin’ a kickass ride
Bustin’ rhymes, I bust around, bustin’ 9s
Y’all doin’ that y’all is wild
Tell ya child they ain’t gotta walk or run the mile
We ran the course so y’all can stop
Tip ‘em back the tip of that I tip ‘em over
He dead yeah yeah I know it
Mother fuckas should know I’m Noah
Ha ha big boat bitch uh
Look I could walk on water ah
I care to say I care bout y’all
Care bout love, care bout God
Carry the cross don’t get carried away
Over character flaws mother fuckas they don’t care bout us
Michael Jordan, Michael Jackson, Mike Tyson I punch ‘em out
Mother fucka what happened here
TIP, RAP kill it
Mother fucka back how the fuck you feelin’ ah

Young Thug – Do It By Myself

[Hook : Young Thug]
Do it by myself
No, I don’t need no help
Woah, woah, Balmains with a belt
No, she can’t get inside my whip
No, no

[Verse 1 : Young Thug]
Hand me that molly, pass me that molly
I’m sneaking, I’m looking mischevious
These bitches gon’ show me they ’bout it
And they not strippers, they ass is so real temperpedic
Pop one pop two then I go try it
Then I’mma fuck that bitch inside like someone knockin’
I’m covered in green like a goblin
And I fly around this little bitch like I know they can’t stop me
Pass me the deuce
I’mma hit ’em in the club with the deuce
Index finger making love to the deuce
Smoking one when I show [?] how to do
Mink for everybody come in the crew
Not a single nigga dub in the crew
Slimey snakes now she lovin’ the zoo
Fuck with TIP so I bought me some AKOO
Treat her nice and now she love it
Ass so big I want to hug it
Her mouth gon’ open like a buggy
No pistol I got that hoe bustin’
Got these niggas goin’ out and cussing
[?]
I promise I ain’t cuffin’ that bitch, ain’t in custody
Im not pillow talking about nothing

[Hook : Young Thug]
Do it by myself
No, I don’t need no help
Woah, woah, Balmains with a belt
No, she can’t get inside my whip
No, no

[Verse 2 : Young Thug]
27 Hunnit’ for Balmain
I put them little bitches right on, and go fuck with the line
Bitches can’t step on my garment
They do just what I say, and you know I’m leading them on
Braid my hair back, call it crochet
Im gangster like cliché, and you know I’m bringing it on
Yeah I’m bringing it on, toast and a cheer cause I’m bring it on!
Packer yeah, Packer yeah, cheese on ya head like a muthafucka Packer yeah
Po up a four, man we need us some ice and we need us some sytrofoams shit
Suck on that dick, till you make that muthafucka stand like a tower yeah
Fuck that lil’ nigga, don’t get mad he broke
Thats why he acting sour, yeah
Nigga need to go and get they self some money
Nigga nigga thought the words from my bunny
I took Molly, now a whole in my tummy
Foreign bitch got me speaking ebonics
Pull up boy, you know all my cars they running
Buffalo car, my sofa like Jumanji
Bring that shit to me, fuck the price its nothing
I don’t need help I can …

[Hook : Young Thug]
Do it by myself
No, I don’t need no help
Woah, woah, Balmains with a belt
No, she can’t get inside my whip
No, no

[Verse 3 : Rula Da Messiah]

[Hook : Young Thug (x2)]
Do it by myself
No, I don’t need no help
Woah, woah, Balmains with a belt
No, she can’t get inside my whip
No, no

Young Dolph – Foreva (feat. T.I.)

[Intro]
Hey who is that?
Who is that right there?
Hey whats up lil’ mama?

[Verse 1: Young Dolph]
She a good girl but she bad so I’m confused (damn)
Fuck it, I’ma shoot my shot got nun ‘ to lose (fuck it)
I said "what’s up my name is D"
She said "nigga you lyin’, yo name Dolph"
Okay you know me? Then let’s go pull off
Jump in this coupe and let’s go and get lost
Took you to my hood but you was scared
I started laughin’ then you got mad
Bet you never been with a nigga like me
Give a fuck about bitches count skrilla like me
We started off havin’ fun though
You asked me where I keep my gun though
Uh, I don’t wanna talk about that
Why that ass so fat and why you walk like that?
I’m just a lil nigga out here havin’ it
All of my niggas, they savages
Guess what I did last weekend ?
Bitch I made your boyfriend’s salary

[Hook: Young Dolph]
She kept it so real I fuck with her forever
She kept it so real I fuck with her forever
She kept it so real I fuck with her forever
Fuck with her forever, fuck with her forever
Fuck with her forever
She kept it so real that I love with her forever
She kept it so real I fuck with her forever
She kept it so real that I love her forever
Fuck with her forever, fuck with her forever

[Verse 2: Young Dolph]
She kept it so real I can’t say no
Bitch real thick like clay though
I got Hi-Tec in my faygo
Heard you got strippers on payroll
Nigga I got killers on payroll
My lil mama mad at me, said she don’t like the way that I’m livin’
She hate to see cough medicine, say she don’t like the way that I’m sippin’
I was drinkin’ this shit 10 years before I met you, lil mama you trippin’
Wait a minute, hold up it’s me
Wait a minute, roll up the weed
Wait a minute, roll up my sleeves
Got a pocket full of blue cheese
Kickin’ shit in the trap like Bruce Lee
When I walk in they be like "who’s he?"
When I walk out they be like "what the fuck?"
What the fuck is that lil nigga drivin’?
All my niggas, they ridin’
All of these bitches be lyin’
Lil fly nigga plus my bitch fly so together we flying

[Hook: Young Dolph]
She kept it so real I fuck with her forever
She kept it so real I fuck with her forever
She kept it so real I fuck with her forever
Fuck with her forever, fuck with her forever
Fuck with her forever
She kept it so real that I love with her forever
She kept it so real I fuck with her forever
She kept it so real that I love with her forever
Fuck with her forever, fuck with her forever

[Verse 3: T.I.]
Lil mama in a Bentley back
Lil mama in a Bentley back
Pussy nigga hatin’ pulled up beside me
She pulled out a purse,rolled the window down told the pussy nigga bust a move, ain’t shit to try
Stayed down for a nigga on a gun charge
Went to jail with a nigga on a dope case
I told the girl how much I love ya, I’d die for ya, wouldn’t think twice, told me "boy go pull weight"
And when I told her ballin’ on these hoes ain’t shit to do
10 million dollars on the crib, all that for you
When you ain’t even got to ask me where I’m puttin’ my dick
Cause odds are you gon’ be with me when I’m getting seduced
You know penthouses full of your WCW’s
And St. Regis, Four Seasons, Londons, and W’s
And Rolls-Royces, Benzes, i.e. BMWs
Spend that cake if I’m in love with you hey
Hey you gon’ find it hard to get
Someone goin’ hard at TIP
But lil boy we started that
Closer where we are, and you a part of that
And apologies if you gave me your heart
And I turned around, gave you a heart attack
God damn, I’m a dog for that
Breakin’ up? Came too far for that
I keep it real though

[Hook: Young Dolph]
She kept it so real I fuck with her forever
She kept it so real I fuck with her forever
She kept it so real I fuck with her forever
Fuck with her forever, fuck with her forever
Fuck with her forever
She kept it so real that I love with her forever
She kept it so real I fuck with her forever
She kept it so real that I love with her forever
Fuck with her forever, fuck with her forever

Chris Brown – Dolce

They say, “Fuck you, where your friends at?”
We say, “Fuck it, where the bands at?”
We say, “Bitch you by the car? No”
I tell the bitch I love the bottle
Bitch you be busy, why you callin’?
See that bitch is poppin’ bars now

Pourin’ Dolce, Dolce yeah
Why you playin’ round? Need to bring that body here
I’m divin’ in, I eat it all day
I don’t give a fuck what your hoe say
Pourin’ Dolce, Dolce yeah
Why you playin’ round? Need to bring that body here
I’m divin’ in, I eat it all day
I don’t give a fuck what your hoe say

Baby, you the finest, booty bouncin’
That’s why I put you in designer, I’m movin’ mountains
Haters get the fuck from round, we don’t fuck around
You know when you hear that chopper sound, somebody got laid down
Hasta luego
Play with the bricks like they Legos
Too drunk, I’mma fuck up my kidneys
Come check out my brain like Play-Dough
All my killers, they do what I say so
All my bitches stay down, you don’t mess with
Got a bitch who just do what I need
Hold a burner and roll up my weed and mind my babies
It’s hard to tell if she really loves me
Or is it the Dolce
I’m too fucked up at the moment
To even recognize your face, we was too fucked up

Pourin’ Dolce, Dolce yeah
Why you playin’ round? Need to bring that body here
I’m divin’ in, I eat it all day
I don’t give a fuck what your hoe say
Pourin’ Dolce, Dolce yeah
Why you playin’ round? Need to bring that body here
I’m divin’ in, I eat it all day
I don’t give a fuck what your hoe say

She blowin’ my phone up
She want that dick first thing in the morning
Skrrt off in the foreign
Just give me some head, that pussy is borin’
Sellin’ pussy like it’s real estate
Puttin’ jugs on the interstate
Old clip out the H-Town
On the southside with my nigga Trey
You niggas is foolish, you soundin’ so stupid
Just left from my jeweller
Like what is you doin’?
Just got back from tour, I’m livin’ like Lucious
I be drunk off the D’ucé
Two hoes, call it two play
Man down at the trap house
Tell ’em take mine, we done that play
OHB, that’s the set nigga
Father sellin’ them bricks now
Got a redbone on the westdie
That bang head like TIP nigga
I’m good wherever I go
I’m stacked up and they know
With the top down on my king shit
I got the keys nigga, like Hov

Pourin’ Dolce, Dolce yeah
Why you playin’ round? Need to bring that body here
I’m divin’ in, I eat it all day
I don’t give a fuck what your hoe say
Pourin’ Dolce, Dolce yeah
Why you playin’ round? Need to bring that body here
I’m divin’ in, I eat it all day
I don’t give a fuck what your hoe say