Fifth Harmony – Deliver lyrics

[Verse 1: Lauren & Normani]
He know I keep it ready on the regular
So I don’t have to get ready, ain’t no setting up
When I give it, I make sure I give more than enough, yeah
He know, he know this, he know, he know this
No need for replacements or a warranty
And he’ll never need another, that’s a guarantee
I can overnight this body if that’s what you need, yeah
He know, he know this, he know, he know this

[Pre-Chorus: Dinah & Ally]
I never hit or miss, he know I always come through
Show up looking like my photo, keep it foolproof
When you call me, know you know just what I’m gon’ do, gon’ do (What I’m gon’ do)

[Chorus: Ally + Lauren]
Yeah, my baby knows that I deliver
That’s exactly what I’m gon’ do, do
Yeah, my baby knows that I deliver
He know what’s coming when I come through, through
I know you got the message, I deliver
That’s exactly what I’m gon’ do, do
Yeah, my baby knows that I deliver
He know what’s coming when I come through

[Verse 2: Dinah, Normani & Ally]
I ain’t even gotta try, it’s in my DNA (In my DNA)
Always get the job done way too easily (Yeah)
I assure you, I back up what’s on my resume
Yeah, I know you know this, I know you notice
I, I’m never letting down (I’m never letting you)
I’m all that you heard about
Why? That’s why you come around
I know you know this, I know you know this

[Pre Chorus: Dinah & Normani]
I never hit or miss, he know I always come through (Through)
Show up looking like my photo, keep it full proof (Proof)
When you call me, know you know just what I’m gon’ do, gon’ do

[Chorus: Ally + Lauren & Dinah]
Yeah, my baby knows that I deliver
That’s exactly what I’m gon’ do, do
Yeah, my baby knows that I deliver
He know what’s coming when I come through, through
I know you got the message, I deliver
That’s exactly what I’m gon’ do, do (Exactly what I’m gonna do)
Yeah, my baby knows that I deliver (I deliver, yeah)
He know what’s coming when I come through

[Bridge: Normani & (Ally)]
On your doorstep like UPS, won’t send it back
You’re hard to please, just like me, I’ll give you that (I’ll give you that)
I’ll bring you something that you wanna unpack
You can say I’m reliable like that (Oh)

[Pre Chorus: Dinah & Normani]
I never hit or miss, he know I always come through (Through)
Show up looking like my photo, keep it full proof (Proof)
When you call me, know you know just what I’m gon’ do, gon’ do

[Chorus: Ally + Lauren & Dinah]
Yeah, my baby knows that I deliver
That’s exactly what I’m gon’ do, do
Yeah, my baby knows that I deliver (My baby knows that I deliver)
Know what’s coming when I come through, through
I know you got the message, I deliver
That’s exactly what I’m gon’ do, do
Yeah, my baby knows that I deliver (I deliver, yeah, I deliver, yeah)
Know what’s coming when I come through

[Outro: Ally]
Oh, baby, I deliver, ah
Mmmmm, yeah

Migos – Crown The Kings lyrics

[Intro: Quavo]
Fuck it, crown the king
You dig?
You know know what I mean?
Fuck it, crown the king
Benz truck for the queen
G.I.A, my rings
G.I. Joe, my team
Fuck what you mean
Fuck what you mean
Talking too cheap
Like money and green

[Refrain: Quavo]
Nigga look like we’ll, nigga look like we’ll shoot at ’em
Niggas look like we’ll sponsor the dope and you sell ’em
Nigga look like you’d snitch on a nigga, yeah, you tell ’em
Nigga might think we UPS the way we mail ’em

[Verse 1: Quavo]
Nigga might think you FED’s the way you snap pictures
Shawty look like she serve the way she ride with niggas
Get what you earn when you ride with pistols
Trigger, finger, itching, itching R.I.P. to Pistol Pete
She hit that line, London Fletcher
Fish bowl, wrist swimming on the fish
Catch a Babe Ruth, the bat
I batted the bat
Two hoes attached, call them Siamese cats (Siamese twins)
I do all stunts, I kick like a football punt
You wanna talk loads? I made three mil this month
You wanna talk keys? The white with the black wrap looking like nuns
You wanna talk thieves? One side got it coming in, none

[Chorus: Quavo]
Fuck it, crown the kings
We’re living the dream
Crown the kings
Living the dream

[Refrain: Quavo]
Nigga look like we’ll, nigga look like we’ll shoot at ’em
Niggas look like we’ll sponsor the dope and you sell ’em
Nigga look like you’d snitch on a nigga, yeah, you tell ’em
Nigga might think we UPS the way we mail ’em

[Verse 2: Offset]
Drown the ice with medicine
Drown your bitch with the skeleton
I’m on the stove cooking elements
The skies the limit, I’m heaven-sent
Dripping the flies, a pelican
Buy me a zoo, I got elephants
They salty, these niggas not relevant
They copy the bros and it’s evident
Riding in the red Wraith, row your boat
My soul devoted
Bank rolls are loaded
Cash out, no notice
Rolls Royce came with a chauffeur
Stick in the couch and the sofa
Five Karat in my ear, it’s a boulder
Pass me the fire, smoke ’em
Me and my bitch are like B and Hova
Go do a show in the ‘Sota
Stash the 100’s they mowed up
Fuck on your bitch ’til she throw up
Stick to the code, don’t fold up
Boujee bitch, her nose up
Smashing the thot, do I toe-tap
Hundred round drums, cold cuts

[Chorus: Quavo]
Fuck it, crown the kings
We’re living the dream
Crown the kings
Living the dream

[Refrain: Quavo]
Nigga look like we’ll, nigga look like we’ll shoot at ’em
Niggas look like we’ll sponsor the dope and you sell ’em
Nigga look like you’d snitch on a nigga, yeah, you tell ’em
Nigga might think we UPS the way we mail ’em

[Verse 3: Takeoff]
I got every drug that start with a letter
Chickens is tender
With her she said I’m “like Souja Boy the way you tell em”
Breakin’ and enter
Free all my nigga locked up in the cell, no cellular
I’m special, but first I was regular
Fuck the feds and free my niggas that’s federal
Couple scammers and some decimals
I’ma feed ’em to the animals
I let ’em play in the back with them lions
‘Til he run out of the stamina
I told him “he stealing” he told me I’m lying
I told him I got him on camera
Act like I wanna make music with ya
Just to hit you and your manager

[Outro: Quavo]
Fuck it, crown the kings
Crown the kings
Fuck it, crown the kings

M.I.A. – Paper Planes

[x2]
I fly like paper, get high like planes
If you catch me at the border I got visas in my name
If you come around here, I make ’em all day
I get one down in a second if you wait

[x2]
Sometimes I think sitting on trains
Every stop I get to I’m clocking that game
Everyone’s a winner, we’re making our fame
Bona fide hustler making my name

[x4]
All I wanna do is (BANG BANG BANG BANG!)
And (KKKAAAA CHING!)
And take your money

[x2]
Pirate skulls and bones
Sticks and stones and weed and bombs
Running when we hit ’em
Lethal poison for the system

[x2]
No one on the corner has swagger like us
Hit me on my Burner prepaid wireless
We pack and deliver like UPS trucks
Already going hell just pumping that gas

[x4]
All I wanna do is (BANG BANG BANG BANG!)
And (KKKAAAA CHING!)
And take your money

M.I.A.
Third world democracy
Yeah, I got more records than the K.G.B.
So, uh, no funny business

Some some some I some I murder
Some I some I let go
Some some some I some I murder
Some I some I let go

[x4]
All I wanna do is (BANG BANG BANG BANG!)
And (KKKAAAA CHING!)
And take your money

YFN Lucci – Propane (feat. YFN Trae Pound & YFN Kay)

[Chorus: YFN Lucci]
Somethin’ like propane, uh, too much smoke man, hey
Yeah, I ain’t got no feelings for no hoe man, yeah
Call me snowman, I froze both chains, yeah, aye
Matchin’ bling-bling for the whole gang
Workin’ like a, GOAT, grindin’, I need, hope
Yeah, shine when I get, up, one hand on my, uh
I’m gon’ hold it down yeah, for whoever want smoke yeah
One hand on my Glock yeah, they know how it go

[Verse 1: YFN Lucci]
Uh, one hand on my (on my), man I pray he don’t (pray he don’t)
If he play he gon’ (play he gon’), he may not make it no
Uh naw, don’t make me make that call, we ball, no basketball
We all international, we flyer than an asteroid
No, I don’t like racks at all, that there get you wacked my dawg
Shootin’ up a nigga family house, that there get my mans involved
Make me get at your mans and all, nah we ain’t got to pay it off
That sawed-off will knock ya head off, in the coupe with the head off
Been through one of the opps block, seat low, I got the chop cocked
Cut up one of their cars, got it lookin’ like it been to the chop shop
Hell nah we will not stop, every night I prayed about a drop (every night I prayed)
If you lookin’ for some smoke we

[Chorus: YFN Lucci]
Somethin’ like propane, uh, too much smoke man, hey
Yeah, I ain’t got no feelings for no hoe man yeah
Call me snowman, I froze both chains yeah aye
Matchin’ bling-bling for the whole gang
Workin’ like a, GOAT, grindin’, I need, hope
Yeah, shine when I get, up, one hand on my, uh
I’m gon’ hold it down yeah, for whoever want smoke yeah
One hand on my Glock yeah, they know how it go

[Verse 2: YFN Kay]
Money power respect, one hand grippin’ my TEC
Whole lotta water drippin’ from my neck, that’s VVS
Whole lotta lean drippin’ from my cup, that’s CVS
Whole lotta pounds drop on the first, that’s UPS
These niggas want to be famous, leave a fuck nigga plankin’
Brains all over the floor, now I see what you thinkin’
That’s on Nut, that’s on Nut, In my Glock I trust
I can’t wait to bust, leave a pussy nigga stuck
Put your pistols up, while I ship on two cups
Twistin’ my fingers up, whole lotta new bucks
We knock ’em down, you pick ’em up
They ain’t ’bout no action, they just talk about it
Leave the scene cloudy, lotta smoke around it

[Chorus: YFN Lucci]
Somethin’ like propane, uh, too much smoke man, hey
Yeah, I ain’t got no feelings for no hoe man yeah
Call me snowman, I froze both chains yeah aye
Matchin’ bling-bling for the whole gang
Workin’ like a, GOAT, grindin’, I need, hope
Yeah, shine when I get, up, one hand on my, uh
I’m gon’ hold it down yeah, for whoever want smoke yeah
One hand on my Glock yeah, they know how it go

[Verse 3: YFN Trae Pound]
Move bags like a garage truck, huh, get your order up
Used to ride the Marta bus, huh, now they charter us
Nigga you ain’t hard enough, huh, how you want war with us? huh
You ain’t startin’ with us (nigga), you ain’t part of us
Grindin, lately I’ve been grindin’
Which car to slide in? Havin’ trouble decidin’
Whole lotta diamonds in the face, can’t see what time it is
I ain’t even signed a deal, I’d probably be swipin’ still (haha)
On hand on that, huh, rubberband that, huh
Probably too much, huh, rockin’ too much, huh
One call get you touched, DJ Screw in my cup (yeah)
We was down now we up, whole gang done blew up

[Chorus: YFN Lucci]
Somethin’ like propane, uh, too much smoke man, hey
Yeah, I ain’t got no feelings for no hoe man yeah
Call me snowman, I froze both chains yeah aye
Matchin’ bling-bling for the whole gang
Workin’ like a, GOAT, grindin’, I need, hope
Yeah, shine when I get, up, one hand on my, uh
I’m gon’ hold it down yeah, for whoever want smoke yeah
One hand on my Glock yeah, they know how it go

YFN Lucci – Propane Lyrics

[Chorus: YFN Lucci]
Somethin’ like propane, uh, too much smoke man, hey
Yeah, I ain’t got no feelings for no hoe man, yeah
Call me snowman, I froze both chains, yeah, aye
Matchin’ bling-bling for the whole gang
Workin’ like a, GOAT, grindin’, I need, hope
Yeah, shine when I get, up, one hand on my, uh
I’m gon’ hold it down yeah, for whoever want smoke yeah
One hand on my Glock yeah, they know how it go

[Verse 1: YFN Lucci]
Uh, one hand on my (on my), man I pray he don’t (pray he don’t)
If he play he gon’ (play he gon’), he may not make it no
Uh naw, don’t make me make that call, we ball, no basketball
We all international, we flyer than an asteroid
No, I don’t like racks at all, that there get you wacked my dawg
Shootin’ up a nigga family house, that there get my mans involved
Make me get at your mans and all, nah we ain’t got to pay it off
That sawed-off will knock ya head off, in the coupe with the head off
Been through one of the opps block, seat low, I got the chop cocked
Cut up one of their cars, got it lookin’ like it been to the chop shop
Hell nah we will not stop, every night I prayed about a drop (every night I prayed)
If you lookin’ for some smoke we

[Chorus: YFN Lucci]
Somethin’ like propane, uh, too much smoke man, hey
Yeah, I ain’t got no feelings for no hoe man yeah
Call me snowman, I froze both chains yeah aye
Matchin’ bling-bling for the whole gang
Workin’ like a, GOAT, grindin’, I need, hope
Yeah, shine when I get, up, one hand on my, uh
I’m gon’ hold it down yeah, for whoever want smoke yeah
One hand on my Glock yeah, they know how it go

[Verse 2: YFN Kay]
Money power respect, one hand grippin’ my TEC
Whole lotta water drippin’ from my neck, that’s VVS
Whole lotta lean drippin’ from my cup, that’s CVS
Whole lotta pounds drop on the first, that’s UPS
These niggas want to be famous, leave a fuck nigga plankin’
Brains all over the floor, now I see what you thinkin’
That’s on Nut, that’s on Nut, In my Glock I trust
I can’t wait to bust, leave a pussy nigga stuck
Put your pistols up, while I ship on two cups
Twistin’ my fingers up, whole lotta new bucks
We knock ’em down, you pick ’em up
They ain’t ’bout no action, they just talk about it
Leave the scene cloudy, lotta smoke around it

[Chorus: YFN Lucci]
Somethin’ like propane, uh, too much smoke man, hey
Yeah, I ain’t got no feelings for no hoe man yeah
Call me snowman, I froze both chains yeah aye
Matchin’ bling-bling for the whole gang
Workin’ like a, GOAT, grindin’, I need, hope
Yeah, shine when I get, up, one hand on my, uh
I’m gon’ hold it down yeah, for whoever want smoke yeah
One hand on my Glock yeah, they know how it go

[Verse 3: YFN Trae Pound]
Move bags like a garage truck, huh, get your order up
Used to ride the Marta bus, huh, now they charter us
Nigga you ain’t hard enough, huh, how you want war with us? huh
You ain’t startin’ with us (nigga), you ain’t part of us
Grindin, lately I’ve been grindin’
Which car to slide in? Havin’ trouble decidin’
Whole lotta diamonds in the face, can’t see what time it is
I ain’t even signed a deal, I’d probably be swipin’ still (haha)
On hand on that, huh, rubberband that, huh
Probably too much, huh, rockin’ too much, huh
One call get you touched, DJ Screw in my cup (yeah)
We was down now we up, whole gang done blew up

[Chorus: YFN Lucci]
Somethin’ like propane, uh, too much smoke man, hey
Yeah, I ain’t got no feelings for no hoe man yeah
Call me snowman, I froze both chains yeah aye
Matchin’ bling-bling for the whole gang
Workin’ like a, GOAT, grindin’, I need, hope
Yeah, shine when I get, up, one hand on my, uh
I’m gon’ hold it down yeah, for whoever want smoke yeah
One hand on my Glock yeah, they know how it go

Fifth Harmony – Deliver

[Verse 1: Lauren & Normani]
He know I keep it ready on the regular
So I don’t have to get ready, ain’t no setting up
When I give it, I make sure I give more than enough, yeah
He know, he know this, he know, he know this
No need for replacements or a warranty
And he’ll never need another, that’s a guarantee
I can overnight this body if that’s what you need, yeah
He know, he know this, he know, he know this

[Pre-Chorus: Dinah & Ally]
I never hit or miss, he know I always come through
Show up looking like my photo, keep it foolproof
When you call me, know you know just what I’m gon’ do, gon’ do (What I’m gon’ do)

[Chorus: Ally + Lauren]
Yeah, my baby knows that I deliver
That’s exactly what I’m gon’ do, do
Yeah, my baby knows that I deliver
He know what’s coming when I come through, through
I know you got the message, I deliver
That’s exactly what I’m gon’ do, do
Yeah, my baby knows that I deliver
He know what’s coming when I come through

[Verse 2: Dinah, Normani & Ally]
I ain’t even gotta try, it’s in my DNA (In my DNA)
Always get the job done way too easily (Yeah)
I assure you, I back up what’s on my resume
Yeah, I know you know this, I know you notice
I, I’m never letting down (I’m never letting you)
I’m all that you heard about
Why? That’s why you come around
I know you know this, I know you know this

[Pre Chorus: Dinah & Normani]
I never hit or miss, he know I always come through (Through)
Show up looking like my photo, keep it full proof (Proof)
When you call me, know you know just what I’m gon’ do, gon’ do

[Chorus: Ally + Lauren & Dinah]
Yeah, my baby knows that I deliver
That’s exactly what I’m gon’ do, do
Yeah, my baby knows that I deliver
He know what’s coming when I come through, through
I know you got the message, I deliver
That’s exactly what I’m gon’ do, do (Exactly what I’m gonna do)
Yeah, my baby knows that I deliver (I deliver, yeah)
He know what’s coming when I come through

[Bridge: Normani & (Ally)]
On your doorstep like UPS, won’t send it back
You’re hard to please, just like me, I’ll give you that (I’ll give you that)
I’ll bring you something that you wanna unpack
You can say I’m reliable like that (Oh)

[Pre Chorus: Dinah & Normani]
I never hit or miss, he know I always come through (Through)
Show up looking like my photo, keep it full proof (Proof)
When you call me, know you know just what I’m gon’ do, gon’ do

[Chorus: Ally + Lauren & Dinah]
Yeah, my baby knows that I deliver
That’s exactly what I’m gon’ do, do
Yeah, my baby knows that I deliver (My baby knows that I deliver)
Know what’s coming when I come through, through
I know you got the message, I deliver
That’s exactly what I’m gon’ do, do
Yeah, my baby knows that I deliver (I deliver, yeah, I deliver, yeah)
Know what’s coming when I come through

[Outro: Ally]
Oh, baby, I deliver, ah
Mmmmm, yeah

Gucci Mane – Million Dollar Man Lyrics

[Verse 1]
The crowd in a rage, Gucci gettin’ paid
Icey made your girl throw her thong on the stage
Young Gucci Mane hottest nigga in the A
Sellin plenty yae, movin’ 20 bricks a day
Used to have a 86 cut with the T-top
Now I’m in a S-L-5 with a top drop
Too hot to handle, ridin’ down Conloe
Baby it’s a Kodak moment, get your camera
Gucci Mane LaFlare nigga, damn what you say
Girls goin’ crazy ’bout the nigga with the waves
Iced out chain and the fresh Cartiers
Voted best dressed ever since 8th grade
You don’t really know us, Lamb with the doors up
Wrist so froze up, it’ll make you throw up
Mama, I’mma be like Gucci when I grow up
Move big weight so I got money to throw up
Pimp tight nigga dead fresh with a mink coat
Lookin’ for a big booty bitch with a deep throat

[Hook]
I got a 100 dollar haircut
A million dollar smile
I got a trillion dollar brain
Million dollar worth of game
Hoes goin’ crazy ’bout that nigga Gucci Mane
Same set with VVS and ain’t a damn thang change
I got a 100 dollar haircut
A million dollar smile
I gotta trillion dollar brain
Million dollar worth of game
Hoes goin’ crazy ’bout that nigga Gucci Mane
Same set with VVS and ain’t a damn thing change
Uh! Ain’t a damn thing change
Hoes goin’ crazy ’bout that nigga Gucci Mane

[Verse 2]
Got a nine on the seat, shotgun in the trunk
Came to the club, I was already drunk
Laid back young nigga never get crunk
But if you fine might trick a lil’ some
Chain sell VVS you would think I’m UPS
Cause I knock on your door like I got your address
Air fresh everyday nigga that’s me
Trash can hoes can’t smoke my trees
Gucci MPMP pony my family need me to bring groceries
I’m a 6 4 weed mike check night check
I ain’t seen a nigga out flow me yet
A vet in a ‘Vette ridin’ through yo set
With two out of state state bitches and a case of Moet
A blonde or brunette what we gon’ do next
Good sex good day they say I’mma good catch
Gucci mane LaFlare don’t fuck with hoodrats
Hit my blunt twice bitch and pass my blunt back

[Hook]
I got a 100 dollar haircut
A million dollar smile
I got a trillion dollar brain
Million dollar worth of game
Hoes goin’ crazy ’bout that nigga Gucci Mane
Same, set with VVS and ain’t a damn thing change
I got a 100 dollar haircut
A million dollar smile
I gotta trillion dollar brain
Million dollar worth of game
Hoes goin’ crazy bout that nigga Gucci Mane
Same set with VVS and ain’t a damn thing change
Uh! Ain’t a damn thing change
Hoes goin’ crazy ’bout that nigga Gucci Mane

[Verse 3:]
Brick man Gucci Mane nigga I’m the man
Yo baby mama told me that she my biggest fan
Say she got my poster hangin’ on her wall
And she love every word every song that she heard
Absurd I catch hoes like a stool catch a turd
A school catch a nerd like a child strike a nerve
Absurd with these words with these nouns and these verbs
Kinda perved so I swerved my Lebrons on the curb
Still in the hood gettin’ rich on the third
Watchin’ out for 12 cause the people observe
I’mma burn one smoke one wit the world for
All the Gucci fans Gucci broads with your girl

Dae Dae & London On Da Track – Dead Ass Wrong

[Intro]
(We got London on the track)
That the check, we got check man
What you know about going at her?
Don’t tell that ho your business
Don’t tell that ho your business
Turn up

[Hook]
Dead ass wrong
Boy don’t tell that ho your business, you dead ass wrong
You told that ho my business, bitch you dead ass wrong
You tried to fuck my partner, bitch you dead ass wrong
You can tell I’m in my feelings, bitch you dead ass wrong
But I’m going to get it together
And I done changed, I done changed
But you will dead ass wrong
I’ma get me some money and I’m scrape up every last change
But you will dead ass wrong

[Bridge]
You all in my business
You all in your feelings
Cause I came out of trenches
And I made it, I done did it
I feel like you ain’t fucking with me
There’s no way you can get it
Cause I came out that mud
Oh, yeah-yeah-yeah

[Verse 1]
Go and get the check, go and get the money, never looking back
Tell them who you will, stand up like a man, never show no slack
Got to run up on ’em, got to turn up on ’em, got to show ’em who the man
Got to brush ’em off of me
All these cuban links, all these Rollies, gotta turn their lights on me
Nigga talking down, better bad, got the right amount on me
I’ma turn up on ’em every time I got the chance homie
Will I sign this deal or that deal? I never planned on it

[Hook]
Dead ass wrong
Boy don’t tell that ho your business, you dead ass wrong
You told that ho my business, bitch you dead ass wrong
You tried to fuck my partner, bitch you dead ass wrong
You can tell I’m in my feelings, bitch you dead ass wrong
But I’m going to get it together
And I done changed, I done changed
But you will dead ass wrong
I’ma get me some money and I’m scrape up every last change
But you will dead ass wrong

[Verse 2]
Remember them times on the balcony
Remember them times I was rapping to myself saying I was gonna do this shit
Remember them times I was trapping hard on boulevard trying to get it
Remember the times that UPS, I was sorry moving boxes
Now I’m on the charts and shit
Now I want a ‘Rari
Shit fuck it, buy it tomorrow
Ain’t no way in hell
I can fucking fail
This shit here so easy
I make this shit look easy
Patient, make you wait
Me I had to go
Patient made me late
I wanted more
Feel like I wanted it more
I feel like I put it in motion
I feel like I couldn’t afford it
All the radio promotion
Whoever said I had to force it
This shit was blowing up anyway

[Hook]
Dead ass wrong
Boy don’t tell that ho your business, you dead ass wrong
You told that ho my business, bitch you dead ass wrong
You tried to fuck my partner, bitch you dead ass wrong
You can tell I’m in my feelings, bitch you dead ass wrong
But I’m going to get it together
And I done changed, I done changed
But you will dead ass wrong
I’ma get me some money and I’m scrape up every last change
But you will dead ass wrong

[Outro]
That shit dead, that shit dead, that shit dead ass wrong
That shit dead, that shit dead, that shit dead ass wrong
That shit dead, that shit dead, that shit dead ass wrong
(We got London on the track)