Soulja Boy – There Go Soulja Lyrics

[Intro]
There go Soulja, stacks on deck
There go Soulja, stacks on deck
Stacks on deck
West side! Hey, hey!

[Chorus]
When I ride through the block I be like I told ya
Foreign with that biatch there go soulja
There go Soulja, yeah, there go Soulja
There go Soulja, yeah, there go Soulja
I’m riding through the hood and I’m feeling like I told ya
In that foreign whip, there go Soulja
There go Soulja, yeah, there go Soulja
There go Soulja, yeah, there go Soulja

[Verse 1]
Yeah, there go Soulja, I’m getting money
Honey, ain’t a damn thing funny
I’m in the truck, got that bitch down on me
A nigga try me, then you know that I blow it
Kill him, kill him!
And that pistol’s what I’m told aye
I’m in that ‘Rari and I’m rolling
I got that Bentley and I roll it
We did a show and I’m on it!
I’m getting high, that’s a party
The kush got me high ’til the next morning
Hey! I’m turned up to the maximum
I drop my album in that shit, where the platinums?

[Chorus]
When I ride through the block I be like I told ya
Foreign with that biatch there go soulja
There go Soulja, yeah, there go Soulja
There go Soulja, yeah, there go Soulja
I’m riding through the hood and I’m feeling like I told ya
In that foreign whip, there go Soulja
There go Soulja, yeah, there go Soulja
There go Soulja, yeah, there go Soulja

[Verse 2]
I picked up a bad bitch in my Rollie
I’m running on the block and I’m frozen
I got that coat like it’s October
Niggas hating on the clique, but you know us
And ain’t nothing to Lil Soulja
I got this money in my pocket and I blow up (pocket and I blow up)
No husband on me since I blowed up
And I’m sipping on this Lean until I throw up (gang)
What’s happening on the cap?
Big cash, stacks on deck, bitch we trappin’
Bow-bow! Right now, man, I’m poppin’
I caught my broski up and he gonna bring the chopper!

[Chorus]
When I ride through the block I be like I told ya
Foreign with that biatch there go soulja
There go Soulja, yeah, there go Soulja
There go Soulja, yeah, there go Soulja
I’m riding through the hood and I’m feeling like I told ya
In that foreign whip, there go Soulja
There go Soulja, yeah, there go Soulja
There go Soulja, yeah, there go Soulja

[Verse 3]
I can’t lie, spent a lot on my Bentley (a lot on my Bentley)
Two hundred fifty, come here with me (two hundred fifty)
I’m flexing through the city (flexing through the city)
Got some True Religion, Louis, Louis, Louis (Louis)
I’m fucking with this Louis shit (Louis shit)
I model up in ninas with these special kicks (special kicks)
Niggas hating on my campaign (hating on my campaign)
I’m getting money bitch you see me in a fast lane
I’m gone
Man, you’re hating, it ain’t a doubt man (man, you’re hating, it ain’t a doubt man)
I throw some money on my damn chain (Soulja)
I put some money on my down ring
I get so much money, like I’m selling cocaine!

[Chorus]
When I ride through the block I be like I told ya
Foreign with that biatch there go soulja
There go Soulja, yeah, there go Soulja
There go Soulja, yeah, there go Soulja
I’m riding through the hood and I’m feeling like I told ya
In that foreign whip, there go Soulja
There go Soulja, yeah, there go Soulja
There go Soulja, yeah, there go Soulja

Lil Peep – Pussy Lyrics

[Intro: Lil Peep]
Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt
Yeah
Skrrt, skrrt
Pussy, pussy, pussy, pussy
Pussy, pussy, pussy, pussy
Pussy, pussy, pussy, pussy

[Chorus: Lil Peep]
I love pussy (I love pussy)
I need pussy (I need pussy)
I need money
So I can get some pussy (get some pussy)
I love pussy (I love pussy)
I want pussy (I want pussy)
She want my dick (she want my dick)
I want her pussy (I want her pussy)
You a pussy (you a pussy)
Gettin’ pussy (gettin’ pussy)
Eatin’ cookies (eatin’ cookies)
With your bitch (with your bitch)
You a rookie (you a rookie)
I’m a legend (livin’ legend)
If you got pussy
Send a message

[Verse 1: Lil Peep]
I’ll be lookin’ (I’ll be lookin’)
For some pussy (for that pussy)
I can’t find it, nah
I just found it, yeah
Pussy wet, yeah
Like a fountain, yeah
She the best
She bring me ounces (uh huh)
I’ve been countin’, I need an accountant (yeah, uh huh)
Your city borin’ ‘less I come through tourin’ (ayy, through tourin’)
All the shit you say is so unimportant (ayy)
Lil Peep shawty comin’ up like it’s nothin’ (ayy)

[Interlude: Lil Peep]
Okay, okay
Okay, okay, okay, okay
Ayy, ayy
Yeah, ayy

[Bridge: Lil Peep]
Yunggoth with me, sippin’ lean, smokin’ weed
Takin’ beans, we some fiends for the pussy (pussy)
I just copped some True Religion jeans for the free
I’ma put ’em on your bitch when she suck me (slurp)

[Verse 2: Yunggoth]
I’m in her pussy, ayy, yeah
I be pushin’, ayy, yeah
Fuckin’ lookin’, ayy, yeah
Shawty tooken, ayy, yeah
I was just choosin’, ayy, yeah
You a loser, ayy, yeah
Uh, nigga, you a goofy, ayy, yeah
With my shooters, snipe you
Pull up in a body bag
We done blew out the racks
I just wanna pop tags
Way she coolin’, [?]
[?]
Up at the store with no Benjis
Doin’ my baby mama bad

[Chorus: Lil Peep]
I love pussy (I love pussy)
I need pussy (I need pussy)
I need money
So I can get some pussy (get some pussy)
I love pussy (I love pussy)
I want pussy (I want pussy)
She want my dick (she want my dick)
I want her pussy (I want her pussy)
You a pussy (you a pussy)
Gettin’ pussy (gettin’ pussy)
Eatin’ cookies (eatin’ cookies)
With your bitch (with your bitch)
You a rookie (you a rookie)
I’m a legend (livin’ legend)
If you got pussy
Send a message
I’ll be….
I love pussy (I love pussy)
I need pussy (I need pussy)
I need money
So I can get some pussy (get some pussy)
I love pussy (I love pussy)
I want pussy (I want pussy)
She want my dick (she want my dick)
I want her pussy (I want her pussy)
You a pussy (you a pussy)
Gettin’ pussy (gettin’ pussy)
Eatin’ cookies (eatin’ cookies)
With your bitch (with your bitch)
You a rookie (you a rookie)
I’m a legend (livin’ legend)
If you got pussy
Send a message
I’ll be…

Lil Baby – A Town (feat. Marlo) (Harder Than Hard Gangster Grillz Mixtape)

[Chorus: Lil Baby & Marlo]
A-T-L-A-N-T-A-G-A, that’s where I’m from
I’m from the slums, niggas knowin’ how we come
A-T-L-A-N-T-A-G-A, that’s where I’m from
I’m from the bricks where we ain’t have shit
This that real A-Town, yeah this that real A-Town
This that real A-Town, yeah this that real A-Town

[Verse 1: Lil Baby & Marlo]
Back when G-Dog caught his time ’cause he wouldn’t drop a dime
Back when Big Fred died, had the whole hood cryin’
OG True lost his life in his own hood
Niggas steady walkin’ ’round like it’s all good
Tiger T got crossed by his own man
I seen him and 8-Ball count a hundred bands
Remember Spencer killed a nigga with his bare hands
Meatball turned red on his own fam
Him and Jordan lil one got killed at the same time
Every time I close my eyes that shit on my mind
What you know about doin’ a paper for some paper
You niggas can’t relate ’cause you ain’t never ran around in that

[Chorus: Lil Baby & Marlo]
A-T-L-A-N-T-A-G-A, that’s where I’m from
I’m from the slums, niggas knowin’ how we come
A-T-L-A-N-T-A-G-A, that’s where I’m from
I’m from the bricks where we ain’t have shit
This that real A-Town, yeah this that real A-Town
This that real A-Town, yeah this that real A-Town

[Verse 2]
Rest in peace to Shawty Lo, yeah dey know
Back when he was comin’ through the bricks in an armed [?]
Mario got shot, that’s still some bullshit
Remember NuNu got hit with a whole clip
You niggas ain’t from my side, they must be two-sided
They sayin’ C-Dog turned in the whole west side
You niggas never was there
I remember neighborhood fights all at the fair
When micros was the only thing that girls would wear
Then these bitches started puttin’ the kink and twist in their hair
True Religion was the shit, hood days spend your last on an outfit
They say Keen and Big been rich

[Chorus: Lil Baby & Marlo]
A-T-L-A-N-T-A-G-A, that’s where I’m from
I’m from the slums, niggas knowin’ how we come
A-T-L-A-N-T-A-G-A, that’s where I’m from
I’m from the bricks where we ain’t have shit
This that real A-Town, yeah this that real A-Town
This that real A-Town, yeah this that real A-Town

The Doppelgangaz – E.W.W. (Dopp Hopp Album)

[Verse 1: EP]
When a Ganga had the Tommy John’s, boy he couldn’t do shit
But watch Blue Chips and Jumpoff battles with Hommy Hom
Spill a 90 Chave, off the Hill of Hermitage
For the dead homies, got the urn up in the lodge
Black cloak, upon the tuxedo, don a corsage
Meat print up in the Speedo, libido for the menage
Is dwindling quick, shit, he finna hit a lick
Took this chicks Kindle and sold it, she scolded “You swindling prick”
Set tripping off the Grant with PartyMan and Marty
A die hard Walter McCarty fan
And your so called fam, your dun Avery, in fun knavery
Said shit that was unsavory
I smacked him open hand, now we got a schism
He sport the True Religion but a Ganga rock Twism
Tell your wisdom, lay off the dust and blush worn
A Ganga could have sworn she do animal crush porn

[Hook]
Heavy on the mix down, heavy on delay
We be going sick now, every which way
Bevy of the grip, wow, bevy and array
We be going sick now, every which way
Aye, how that shit sound get you ixnay-ed
Doppel got to skip town to your dismay
Oh, you got a rift now? what ya got to say?
We be going sick now, every which way

[Bridge]
Every which, way
Every which, way
Every which, way
Every which, way

[Verse 2: Matter ov Fact]
As I reminisce, and sprinkle hash up in my hash browns
Having flash backs of nearly drowning at the splash down
In Poughkeepsie, a Ganga was a class clown
With some Nudie flix, but never got his stash found nah
Fast forward to now, I’m still around
Still Dumpster diving and digging through them trash mounds agh
Former miss Orange County up in the ash crown Vic
Said she only fornicates wearing the sash, gown, sick
I Come through in the Petrovic
With no dental coverage, just chewing on some Dentastix
Living like some kids, yo fuck a bunch of saloons
All I need is a bagged lunch from mom duke and a bunch o balloons
Agh some Cap’n Crunch and a spoon
See I’m a simple man hunched over watching toons
Or chilling with Mandy, off the path of the meadow trail
While I’m getting a handy with some clip on stiletto nails

[Hook]
Heavy on the mix down, heavy on delay
We be going sick now, every which way
Bevy of the grip, wow, bevy and array
We be going sick now, every which way
Aye, how that shit sound get you ixnay-ed
Doppel got to skip town to your dismay
Oh, you got a rift now? what ya got to say?
We be going sick now, every which way

[Bridge]
Every which, way
Every which, way
Every which, way
Every which, way

Young Thug – Feel It (Beautiful Thugger Girls Album)

[Intro]
Wheezy

[Verse 1]
I want that pussy in a Wraith
I’ma make sure lil’ mama feel it
Every eyeball that look at me, she wanna kill it (on Slime)
We make love, and it hot just like a skillet (woo, woo)
I don’t wanna buy your love, I wanna feel it
Build that bitch up from the ground, never won’t tear that bitch down
Yeah, you know that this dick ain’t no clown
You know this dick make you make sounds (swear, yeah)
I fuck that bitch good, I don’t tease her
Nigga, that why she not leavin’ (what?)
And you know that I smoke on that kush, no Khalifa
And I do it for my people (I swear)
Yeah, I never ever met a girl like you (what?)
I’m lovin’ every single curve about you
Ooh, you know I would smoke the whole world, ’bout ya
Put on my suit, go get my boots, I’ll go to jail ’bout ya (let’s go)
You know who you with
Lil’ baby stop playin’, darlin’, you know who you with
You know who you with
Man I’m so for real
I copped you a coupe baby, you’re my chauffeur real (skrrt, skrrt)
Man I am so for real these niggas be talkin’, we bust it so for real (for real)
I’m so geeked up on your lovin’ I don’t need no mollies, so for real (for real)
Behind closed doors it gets drastic
Pussy wet, I done worked magic
Yeah, I am the truth so don’t ask it
Yeah, I shoot our kids in the plastic
Yeah, I only call lil’ mama baby when she say daddy (and what?)

[Chorus]
If that’s your man, you better hold him down
Murder she wrote
She held my little pack, she was wit’ it
And she was popular way before me
Now that I’m popular, I’ma still be the old me
Yeah, I swear to God she wanna feel it
Yeah, when I do wrong, bae, make me feel it
Yeah, I wanna hit it when I feel it
Yeah, yeah

[Verse 2]
Make me feel it, make me feel it
Make me feel it, make me feel it
Oh, I wan’ feel it, I wan’ feel it
I wan’ feel it, I wan’ feel it
Baby, I’ll give you head, give me ceilings
Come here bae, I’m appealin’
I’m locked down, all metal
Horsehoe, True Religion
I’m dabbin’, I’m dabbin’
I’ll hop in your car, and I’ll smash it, I’ll smash it
I’m buyin’ gold Rollies, yeah I’m Trinidadian
They look like they don’t wanna fuck, but they actin’
I’m pourin’ up purple, that purple, yeah, Actavis (lean, lean, lean)
Aaaaand I think I’m tough, you look tough, so let’s clash it (slat, let’s clash)
War ready, I’m goin’ steady
I fuck with Keisha, not the one from Belly
I wanna fuck and not talk and I said it
I want that cat like a leopard
Let’s go to Germany, no Shepard
She don’t need no hand, I’ma help her
She barely keep it so I kept her
Watch me tell her

[Chorus]
If that’s your man, you better hold him down
Murder she wrote
She held my little pack, she was wit’ it
And she was popular way before me
Now that I’m popular, I’ma still be the old me
Yeah, I swear to God she wanna feel it
Yeah, when I do wrong, bae, make me feel it
Yeah, I wanna hit it when I feel it
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, I swear to God she wanna feel it
Yeah, when I do wrong, bae, make me feel it
Yeah, I wanna hit it when I feel it
Yeah, yeah

Bryson Tiller – You Got It (True To Self Album)

[Intro]
Haha, uh huh
Of course I had to make a song about you right here
I told you I was gon’ make this song about you right here
Yeah, ayy

[Chorus]
Bad lil’ thing, yeah
True Religion jeans, yeah
Super clean, yeah
What’s good with you and me? Yeah
Chasing dreams, yeah
Hit me when you’re free, yeah
Sex me
That’s just what I needed, aye
(You, you got it, got it)
That’s what I needed (Woah)
(You got it, got it)
Just what I needed
(You, you got it, got it)
You got what I needed, aye
I got what you need

[Verse 1]
Shop-shop-shopping bags, Louis shoes
Pop the tag, that’s for you
Diamond necklace, that’s for you
I just blew a check or two
Girl, my mind been set on you
Yeah, you know I fuck with you
Club is through
What are we getting into?

[Pre-Chorus]
Let me tell you, girl, before you go
Yeah, there’s a few things you should know
I’m still struggling with the dos and don’ts
But I felt compelled to let you know that you a

[Chorus]
Bad lil’ thing, yeah
True Religion jeans, yeah
(Girl, I see you)
Super clean, yeah
What’s good with you and me? Yeah
Chasing dreams, yeah
Hit me when you’re free, yeah
Sex me
That’s just what I needed
Oh, it’s just what I needed
Oh, it’s just what I, yeah
You got what I need
And I got what you need

[Verse 2]
Listen up
When I look at you, I see someone I don’t deserve
Then I pretend like my vision blurry
Is it love I’m searchin’ for? Or different word?
Looked at me, said, "When did this occur?"
Soon as I seen you in mini skirt
Soon as you hit me with smile first
Soon as I heard how your mind works
Me and my girl, we just diverted
We just went our separate ways, yeah
Knew she loved me ’cause I’m paid up
Therefore I don’t wanna make up
Yeah, I saw somethin’ different in you
Had to come and tell you straight up
You was headed for the door
Had to tell you, "Wait up"
Like "Aye, yo, hold up, wait up"
Hold up, hold up

[Pre-Chorus]
Let me tell you, girl, before you go
There’s a few things that you should know
I don’t do this on the usual
But I felt compelled to let you know that you a

[Outro]
Bad lil’ thing
So bad
Yeah

Cozz – Grow (feat. Correy C)

[Verse 1: Cozz]
I went from a hobby rapper to a nobody can stop me rapper
After I put my mind to it
I looked at the bar, went right through it
It’s quite easy, but you quite stupid
Niggas be self-made foolish for views in the comments
We only shooting for the comets
I keep the faith of my ways and the truth in my pocket
How the fuck we gon’ lose with a crew full of prophets
Got nothin’ to prove to you dudes who just talking
I’d rather get my dick sucked, I’d rather get my balls licked
Dick covered in Loreal, but I still couldn’t make up
A better story to tell than mine
I was born in the dark so all I want is the shine
I’m so for real, so I can’t help you
No for real I couldn’t wear ice creams, never get cold feet
Oh me, oh my, Cody, that’s one of a kind
It’s just an optimist that out of his prime
I’m tryna climb a ladder that’s better than yours
I’m tryna find a pain that I can’t endure
Cause everybody goes through pain, that thing is for sure
So I’m tryna find a pain that I can’t endure
That’s what I’m saying
I’m starting to think I shouldn’t be cool with niggas
I’m starting to think I should just get rude with niggas
It seems like that’s the way to get respect
Unless you get a check that proves you get it
What the fuck I gotta prove to niggas? Nada
Yeah I’m straight, I won’t even drop the soap in water
What I do to dishes, yeah that pussy too delicious
I wouldn’t ditch school for bitches, such a foolish Christian
But Jesus running through my jeans, that’s my True Religion
I’m such a Christian
But at the same time this religion has me ditchin’ my mission
It’s gonna make more than a pension
What’s ten dollars to a million? Is you with it?
But at the same time this religion
Has me ditchin’ my mission
That’s gon’ make me more than a pension
Ten dollars, what’s that to a million? Tell me is you with it?
I’m all about growth

[Hook: Correy C]
Growth, growth, growth, growth
Growth, growth, growth, growth
Growth, growth, growth, growth
Growth, growth, growth, growth
I had to grow up on ’em baby
I’m bout to blow up on ’em baby
I never slow up on ’em baby
I’m quick to grow up on ’em baby

[Verse 2: Cozz]
My pops used to leave ten dollars in cash before I went to class, everyday
I used to spend five dollars on the weed and 40 ounce with the other half, everyday
Starving myself for the hunger of a buzz
I wonder what it was that had me drowning my liver and fuckin’ up my lungs
That pride and ego could blind the people
They tell you what you need to hear
Bitch you never minded like we ain’t equal
Oh you got it, you know it all, whatever nigga
There’s a place of trouble for those who talk but never listen
Let me tell you something
I am young but I get it, I am young but I’m gettin’ it
I am not like y’all
I grew like two years over the fall
I grew like five years over the summer, no wonder I’m so smart
And see right through your crazy, fugazy talk
Fuck these parties, fuck these hoes
Nigga I’m just tryna grow
I’m ’bout growth

[Hook: Correy C]
Growth, growth, growth, growth
Growth, growth, growth, growth
Growth, growth, growth, growth
Growth, growth, growth, growth
I had to grow up on ’em baby
I’m bout to blow up on ’em baby
I never slow up on ’em baby
I’m quick to grow up on ’em baby
Growth, growth, growth, growth
Growth, growth, growth, growth
Growth, growth, growth, growth
Growth, growth, growth, growth
I had to grow up on ’em baby
I’m bout to blow up on ’em baby
I never slow up on ’em baby
I’m quick to grow up on ’em baby
I’m bout to blow up on you baby