Tee Grizzley – I Spy Lyrics

It’s a movie in this bitch, I got that Uzi in this bitch
You know I’m truely with the shits, nigga
Ayy, long black [?], I call it big nigga (Big boy)
Take a rapper his CD back, I can’t get jiggy (What a sucker)
They gon’ think I’m beatin’ you up, look, baby, stop screamin’ (Stop screamin’)
I just blew two-hundred K, I could’ve dropped Demon (Skrrt)
Dropped my first song years ago, it’s stil ain’t stop streamin’ ("First Day Out")
Tell them niggas "Stop talkin’" ‘fore they stop breathin’
You see everybody starin’ when I pass (Why?), that’s ’cause I’m in the Lamb’ (Skrrt)
Two K for some pants, ayy, chopper with the stance (Boom)
Do you still got the money? f*ck what you done have (Boy)
Livin’ in the mansion, niggas livin’ in the past
Turned a penthouse in Hollywood to a trap-spot
Big MAC, no laptops, white diamonds, black Glocks
Dick suckin’ ass, nigga, f*ck is you a mascot?
Ten Louis slippers like I been playin’ in the sandbox
Rest in peace my babies, damn, I wish my boys could see me now
Big Grizzley chain on my neck, pointers beatin’ out
You ain’t tryna deepthroat, what you speakin’ for? You tweakin’, thot
I can’t take no shower with my bitch, the water be too hot

I spy with my little eye (What?)
Thirty racks on me as we speakin’, I’m so fly (Facts)
Private jet whenever the f*ck I want, mom, I can fly (Yeah)
But them prices way too high, so I’m on Delta with my guys (Gang)

Only thing I hate about them airports is the lines
And them dirty ass dogs f*ckin’ up my dripper [?] (Them mutts)
They gon’ give me TSA ’cause I done did some time
Why y’all treatin’ me like Saddam, f*ck, y’all think I got a bomb? (I ain’t got no bomb)
Did a European tour, but I ain’t see a stage (No)
Bro said I gotta start puttin’ that shit on my page (Why?)
I say you gotta take it in, nigga, put your phone down
Just don’t put that chrome down, they want our brains blown out (Boaw, boaw)
And you know that that shit ain’t gon’ happen (No)

Can’t fall off, true balance (No)
My one AP, two Pateks (Yeah)
You can’t hold me, I’m too savage
Got a girlfriend at twelve, granny told me I’m too menace
Ayy, snuck her in the basement, f*cked that lil’ bitch on the palate

Run that dope, nigga (Dope, nigga), on these broke niggas (Broke niggas)
On these joke niggas (On these joke niggas), on these ho niggas (On these ho niggas)
You a freak bitch (You a freak bitch), you a weak bitch (You a weak bitch)
You a cheap bitch (You a cheap bitch), ain’t shit sweet, bitch? (Ain’t shit sweet, bitch?)

I spy with my little eye (What?)
Thirty racks on me as we speakin’, I’m so fly (Facts)
Private jet whenever the f*ck I want, mom, I can fly (Yeah)
But them prices way too high, so I’m on Delta with my guys (Gang, gang, gang, gang)

Don’t like hoes, I like bitches, get these hoes out (Get the f*ck out)
Don’t like hoes, I like bitches, put these hoes out (Bye)
I’m in the hot tub (For what?), get some could mouth
Kings Garden, THC shit got me zoned out
Woah, got me zoned out
[?], got me zoned out
Right here, got me zoned out
Let me get it together

Run that dope, nigga (Dope, nigga), on these broke niggas (Broke niggas)
On these joke niggas (On these joke niggas), on these ho niggas (On these ho niggas)
You a freak bitch (You a freak bitch), you a weak bitch (You a weak bitch)
You a cheap bitch (You a cheap bitch), ain’t shit sweet, bitch? (Ain’t shit sweet, bitch?)

Ayy, ayy
I spy with my little eye (What?)
Thirty racks on me as we speakin’, I’m so fly (Thirty)
Private jet whenever the f*ck I want, mom, I can fly (Yeah)
But them prices way too high, so I’m on Delta with my guys (Gang)

And some hoes too (And some hoes), and some poles too (And some pole)
We got that low too (Got that low), better do what I told you (Bitch)
Tell the truth everytime I get on ProTools, nigga
Gang

Trill Sammy – Nobody Lyrics

[Chorus: Trill Sammy]
I can’t trust nobody, so I just count up the loot
I just spent 15, and put red bottoms on my shoes
If she bad, know I’ma shoot, but my bitch don’t need no suit, yah
Ridin’ in the coupe, so high up, need a parachute
I can’t trust nobody, so I just count up the loot (I just spent 15, and put red bottoms on my shoes)
I ain’t makin’ no deposits (no, no) I just ride with all this blue (I just spent 15, and put red bottoms on my shoes)

[Verse 1: Trill Sammy]
I woke up with a bag, now that bitch tryna’ come through
Now I’m up, got her mad, how the fuck I turn brand new?
Got all these racks in my bag, TSA won’t let me through
I carry cash, need no wallet, but I’m high as hell, like a co-pilot, yeah
I got plenty options, pull up, get the show poppin’
Look like money, so I talk it
Smokin’ OG, it got my coughin’, uh
Ksubi on my jeans, got red bottoms all in my closet
New Supreme, so much drip, don’t need no faucet

[Chorus: Trill Sammy]
I can’t trust nobody, so I just count up the loot
I just spent 15, and put red bottoms on my shoes
If she bad, know I’ma shoot, but my bitch don’t need no suit, yah
Ridin’ in the coupe, so high up, need a parachute
I can’t trust nobody, so I just count up the loot (I just spent 15, and put red bottoms on my shoes)
I ain’t makin’ no deposits (no, no) I just ride with all this blue (I just spent 15, and put red bottoms on my shoes)

[Verse 2: 2-Tone]
Yeah, ay, 2-Tone, yeah
I can’t trust [?] cos’ all these niggas snakes, I know they watchin’
So I gotta’ keep the pole, won’t let ’em take none a’ my deposits
Lil bitch bad, but she be poppin’
She want bags, then she gon’ pop it
I want cash, they ain’t no option
All a’ them mad, just look at they pockets
Bust down 3 for 3
Your bitch wanna leave with me
Stuff the leaf with reefer
I can’t trust nobody, keep it on me, ain’t no losses
I still put promethazine in my 2 liter, yuh, yuh

[Chorus: Trill Sammy]
I can’t trust nobody, so I just count up the loot
I just spent 15, and put red bottoms on my shoes
If she bad, know I’ma shoot, but my bitch don’t need no suit, yah
Ridin’ in the coupe, so high up, need a parachute
I can’t trust nobody, so I just count up the loot (I just spent 15, and put red bottoms on my shoes)
I ain’t makin’ no deposits (no, no) I just ride with all this blue (I just spent 15, and put red bottoms on my shoes)

Aminé – Hungry Hippo (Remix) Lyrics

[Intro]
Let’s just
Let’s ju-
Let’s just do this and quit acting like
We ain’t got life
Let’s just do this
It’s the remix baby (let’s just do this)

[Chorus]
She likes my diamonds and my pearls
I said “thanks my girl designed it”
Amine might just steal your girl
If you call me Trey Songz I don’t mind it
Trying, west side n***a I am
Liking, the way that you move
The way that you move
It’s the way that you move

[Verse]
I’m on south beach
Tryna leave
High as hell need vacancy
Got a flight that I gotta catch
So sober up for security
You know TSA don’t play
These rappers get the pj
But they don’t make pj weight
It’s sad cause it’s so fake
My nigga why you
Fucking your commas up?
Spending a grand on lunch
You gonna be broke with that kinda stuff
You ain’t even bought your mama shit
But you gotta spend cause you wanna look rich
This LA living got you changing
You out here shining on these niggas like you stainless
You out here ballin on these niggas, Calvin Cambridge
Aye tell me, is this life you live worth it?
Does the ice you rock make you painless?

[Outro]
She likes my diamonds and my pearls
I said “thanks my girl designed it”

Key Glock – Maybach Lyrics

[Intro]
Sosa 808 got this bitch knockin’, nigga, ayy

[Chorus]
I jump out of the Maybach, Gucci flops and a wave cap
I got all my chains on, but they like, “Where your shirt at?”
Bitch, why you worried? I’m flexin’ on purpose (Yeah)
Killers in my circle (Yeah), two straps on me, Urkel (Fire)

[Verse 1]
Goon by the beam, bitch, we tote a lot of things (Yeah)
Young nigga eatin’, watch me floss my flawless teeth, uh (Yeah)
Benz limousine, S600 killed the scene, uh
Summertime fine, she sip wine, I sip lean, yeah
I get dough, Krispy Kreame (Dough), bitch, this hustlin’ in my genes
Grandma house with collard greens, yeah, you know your boy was eatin’ (Glizzock)
I been pimpin’ since a teen, can’t you tell? Look at my rings (Bitch)
And I’m only 21, goddamn near milly worth of bling, yeah
I just pulled up McLaren, got these hoes starin’ (Starin’)
Doors up, eye candy (What?), can’t park it so I land it
Bad bitch bandit, I want her so I smash it (Come here)
I make it look like magic, yeah, watch me Shaq Attack it (Yeah)

[Chorus]
I jump out of the Maybach, Gucci flops and a wave cap (Glizzock)
I got all my chains on, but they like, “Where your shirt at?” (What?)
Bitch, why you worried? I’m flexin’ on purpose (Yeah)
Killers in my circle, two straps on me, Urkel (Fire, fire)

[Verse 2]
Ooh, alley-oop, I pass that bitch right to the crew, yeah
Feel like Uncle Luke, I make these bitchess how they boobs, yeah
Creepin’ with your boo around 2, and the coupe go two somethin’
Yeah, bitch I be drippy, I be killin’ shit, I’m gruesome (Drip)
Just hopped out of the Maybach
High as fuck, where my shades at?
Eighty in my Louis bag, can’t call this a purse, jack
TSA with big racks, they like, “Where you work at?”
And I don’t want no verses, man, these niggas too wack (The fuck?)
Cappin’ and they fraud, that’s on God, yeah (On God), uh
Lil’ nigga livin’ extra large (Large), on God (On God)
And you know I keep that carbon in my car, yeah, on God (Fire)
In that big body, sometimes hard to park it, on God, yeah

[Chorus]
I jump out of the Maybach, Gucci flops and a wave cap
I got all my chains on, but they like, “Where your shirt at?” (Yeah)
Bitch, why you worried? (Bitch), I’m flexin’ on purpose (Flex)
Killers in my circle, two straps on me, Urkel (Fire)

NAV – Champion lyrics

(feat. Travis Scott)

[Intro: Travis Scott]
Ballin’ like I’m in the NBA
No, these racks cannot see TSA
They found me, now I have to relocate

[Chorus: Travis Scott & NAV]
Finna take off on spaceship (spaceship)
Dodgin’ these hoes like Matrix (Matrix)
Ain’t fuckin’ her unless she nameless
‘Cause the last two was too famous
We got that trophy like a champion
Fell asleep right on a jet, we gone
Big rings just like a champion
No TSA, hop on a jet, we gone

[Verse 1: Travis Scott]
Smash out
I call my ho and then I smash out
I brought my bros, let’s get this cash out
I in my mind drop the bag off (bag off)
I’m going top [?] ain’t no back off
Just bought a new crib of what was [?]
I drip my cup, I make it mad tall, mad tall
None of these hoes is basic, yeah
Grease stuck in my teeth like braces, yeah
VVSs, don’t need Lasik, yeah
Iced-out crosses, freezing Satan, yeah

[Chorus: Travis Scott & NAV]
Finna take off on spaceship (spaceship)
Dodgin’ these hoes like Matrix (Matrix)
Ain’t fuckin’ her unless she nameless
‘Cause the last two was too famous
We got that trophy like a champion
Fell asleep right on a jet, we gone
Big rings just like a champion
No TSA, hop on a jet, we gone

[Verse 2: NAV]
Fucked a famous girl to “Mask Off” (Molly, percocet)
Pop a bean an’ let the bags talk
Bought ten bottles on a last call (last call)
Flew a basic girl out from Alaska
Illegal alien inside my spaceship
Toosies on my shoosies, not no eight six
Get out my face, my pockets full of faces
Bust down gold AP, that’s not no stainless (yahh)
My Rollie told me what the day is
I like her ’cause she basic, she got braces
Her followers 100k, then she too famous
If she got a thousand, might make her my main bitch, yeah

[Chorus: Travis Scott & NAV]
Finna take off on spaceship (spaceship)
Dodgin’ these hoes like Matrix (Matrix)
Ain’t fuckin’ her unless she nameless
‘Cause the last two was too famous
We got that trophy like a champion
Fell asleep right on a jet, we gone
Big rings just like a champion
No TSA, hop on a jet, we gone
We got that trophy like a champion
Fell asleep right on a jet, we gone
Big rings just like a champion
No TSA, hop on a jet, we gone

[Outro: Travis Scott]
Ballin’ like I’m in the NBA
No, these rats cannot see TSA
They found me, now I have to relocate

From First To Last – I Don’t Wanna Live In The Real World lyrics

[Verse 1]
I wake up, turn on my TV,
Never thought my shampoo could kill me.
I walk outside, look up to the sky,
So many chem-trails are passing by.

[Chorus]
I don’t wanna live in the real world,
I don’t wanna live in the real world.
Government mind control, MK Ultra,
Blah, blah, blah, blah, Miley Cyrus.
I don’t wanna live in the real world,
I don’t wanna live in the real world,
Blah, blah, blah, blah, Miley Cyrus.

[Verse 2]
Friday cruising on the freeway,
Glen beck says Jesus can save me.
Well shit, that’d be pretty nice cause this feels like hell,
Hey, Matt, I hear Guantanamo has pretty comfy cells
I wish I could get taken by an alien race,
But I don’t think that I could get through TSA.
I just wanna watch porno,
Without the NSA flagging me.

[Chorus]
I don’t wanna live in the real world,
I don’t wanna live in the real world.
Fluoride water, foreign drone strikes,
Blah, blah, blah, blah, fuck Monsanto.
I don’t wanna live in the real world,
I don’t wanna live in the real world,
Blah, blah, blah, blah, Miley Cyrus.

I don’t wanna live in the real world,
I don’t wanna live in the real world.
Mainstream media, praise and worship,
Blah, blah, blah, blah, Fox news channel

I don’t wanna live in the real world,
I don’t wanna live in the real world,
I don’t wanna live in the real world,
I don’t wanna live in the real world.

I don’t wanna live in the real world,
I don’t wanna live in the real world,
Government mind control, MK Ultra,
Blah, blah, blah, blah, Miley Cyrus.

I don’t wanna live in the real world,
I don’t wanna live in the real world,
I don’t wanna live in the real world,
I don’t wanna live in the real world,
(Blah, blah, blah, blah, Miley Cyrus.)

Ab-Soul – INvocation Lyrics

Say hip hop (hip hop)
Say hip hop (hip hop)

[Hook: Ab-Soul]
A.L. Now I lay me down to sleep
L.A. I pray the Lord my soul’s a G
H, wait if I OD before I wake
I pray I resurrect with a hangover on the third day
Godbody
Cuz He is and I am Him (Soulo)
Yes He is and I am Him (Soulo)
He is and I am him (Soulo)
They ain’t me and I ain’t them

[Verse 1: Ab-Soul]
They say pussy and paper is poetry power and pistols
Nuclear power plants and missiles, real warfare
This where the wealthy need welfare
How many mortal men knowing healthcare
My cautious conscience give me nightmares
I stopped dreaming many eons ago tho
I paid my dues and rocked the bells like Quasimodo
On the low tho, Soulo only artist on crown without a solo album in the stores tho
I got my opinions
What do you suggest?
I’ts been a drill to be ill, you ain’t really sick
Who you a-mucinex?

[Hook: Ab-Soul]
A.L. Now I lay me down to sleep
L.A. I pray the lord my soul’s a G
H, wait, if I OD before I wake
I pray I resurrect with a hangover on the third day
Godbody
Cuz He is and I am Him (Soulo)
Yes He is and I am Him (Soulo)
He is and I am him (Soulo)
They ain’t me and I ain’t them

Muthafuck the government
Muthafuck the system
Muthafuck you, I’m just living..

[Verse 2: Ab-Soul]
Ay man, I’m a sorta a rock and a hard place
Like a guitar in the Hard Rock Cafe
They argue about me in barber shops when I got cropped
Hmm… What a paradox
I’m borderline crazy with a stamped up passport
Getting past TSA with shit stashed, smelling like a hundred ashtrays
Little white kids asking for my autograph
Hey man, I’m off half a xan, off to my aircraft

[Hook: Ab-Soul]
A.L. Now I lay me down to sleep
L.A. I pray the lord my soul’s a G
H, wait, if I OD before I wake
I pray I resurrect with a hangover on the third day
Godbody
Cuz he is and I am him (Soulo)
Yes he is and I am him (Soulo)
He is and I am him (Soulo)
They ain’t me and I ain’t them

Muthafuck the government
Muthafuck the system
Muthafuck you

So I say, so I say, so I say, catch another plane
Represent my hood in every state up in the USA
I’m feeling good today, feeling good to be from [?]
I had to do it

[Verse 3: Ab-Soul]
Back to the music, back to the fact I’m actually stupid
Stupid meaning genius, come suck Jesus’ penis on Venus
Back to reality, sadly I’m actually Jewish
Or whatever you wish to call me, I don’t wanna offend nobody (l’chaim)
Just remind them all, that it’s real
Like when the Ark of the Covenant is still
Foolish humans this is faith without the H
The work is never done dummy, the lazy will be late
A stewardess who was familiar with my music said: “You must be living the life”
I looked at her with my red eyes like:
“I ain’t going on no vacation
I ain’t going on no vacation
I ain’t going on no vacation
‘Till I fulfill my vocation”

[Hook: Ab-Soul]
A.L. Now I lay me down to sleep
L.A. I pray the lord my soul’s a G
H, wait, if I OD before I wake
I pray I resurrect with a hangover on the third day
Godbody
Cuz he is and I am him (Soulo)
Yes he is and I am him (Soulo)
He is and I am him (Soulo)
They ain’t me and I ain’t them (Soulo)