The Underachievers – No Detectives Lyrics

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[Verse 1 : Issa Gold]
Niggas love to scream at players while they sitting in the rafters
Step, reveal and get embarrassed like when Cass ripped up Dizaster, I’m like half Marilyn Manson
The other half a young scholastic
(?) Sid vicious, confidence of Young Mick Jacker
I be rolling stone, rest in piece to Peep whoever overdosed
We third and goal, I’m Brady off the snap
You know we going home, since last year been in my zone
Give all hell no cortizone, that nigga pops his weakness shows
The cold heat will let him know, Twisted off the gnac
While twisting up the pack, used to cop it by the half P
And move it in the trap, My nigga Juice had the weight
That nigga put us on the map don’t let the colored hair fool you
Nigga live with the strap, you can see it in the scars
Coulda died to be richer, went to jail and did a bid
While just trying to make a flip, used to push weight in crack cars Since nigga was a kid, my lil home caught a charge
And we ain’t seen him ever since (Lawd, lawd)

[Hook : AKtheSavior]
I got 2 hoes for the night, Shoutout to my exes
No detectives in that single life
Rent the coupe I’m breaking lights, Soldiers close I earn my stripes
Play your roll or pay the price

[Verse 2 : AKtheSavior]
Drop the location, Pull up in spaceship like its an invasion
AK a starter you on the bench waiting, internet beefin then step to the pavement, niggas retreat before we get to sprayin’
Just like a roach but I strike you like Raiden (Uh)
I get the bag and I stack it up stack it up that be the simple equation (Uh) Took me a Mario mushroom and leveled up
Lord be witness my niggas shoot heaven up
I don’t do regular, hot like a nebula (Uh)
She gave me top and I severed her
I be the alien and I’m the predator (Uh)
Watch me clear out the perimeter
Niggas talk loud but inside they be feminine
Open the cabinet the reefer my medicine (Uh)
Hate when they see me like nemesis
I keep it humble and reap all the benefits
She getting loose for the hell of it
I’m wearing Prada you know what that represent
She throwing it back she competitive
Soon as I hit it she losing her membership
I had to VS my tennises
Now my shit hittin like Venus and Tennis hit

[Hook (x2) : AKtheSavior]
I got 2 hoes for the night, Shoutout to my exes
No detectives in that single life
Rent the coupe I’m breaking lights, Soldiers close I earn my stripes
Play your roll or pay the price

Young Dolph – Black Queen Lyrics

[Intro: Moma Gabbana & Young Dolph]
Then we was at rehearsal
I’m like, “we ain’t gon’ be in here all night”
Y’all motherfuckers been learning the street
[?]
[?], I’m out
Heh

[Chorus: Young Dolph]
Three tone chain, two tone watch, two tone drop
Oh my God, he too hot, he too hot
I stashed the million, forgot all about it and let the shit rot
Rich crack baby, mama and daddy both used to smoke rocks
Rich crack baby, now I’m smokin’ Kush with my mom and dad on a yacht
Same hood fucked my mom and dad up, I made a million off of that block
Yeah, I stay into it with that nigga, but this hustlin’ shit come from my pops
You gave me a hard life, but I ain’t trippin’ though ’cause it made me a star

[Verse: Young Dolph]
Pull up at the club out a bar, yeah
And I don’t even drink, I drink rock, hah, ayy
Came here with a check on these bitches
You know I’ma flex on these bitches
Blue rocks ’round my neck on these bitches
Blue racks, I’m obsessed with these bitches
VS’s, they bitin’, they vicious
Blue Rollie cost me 150
Slidin’ dolo with my .30 with me
And my chocolate bitch, my Hershey’s Kisses
Freshest nigga in the whole vicinity
Fake friends, worse than real enemies
Niggas from Scooby like, “remember me?”
“Nah, nigga, did I sell you some weed?”
I buy what I want and what I need
“Why you spend all that money on jewellery?”
Even though you was a crackfiend, mama
You gave birth to a trap king, mama, hah
You gon’ always be my trap queen, mama, damn
I mean, “always be my black queen,” mama
I love you to death, it is what it is
Shit so crazy, you look just like my kids
You had me shootin’ dice when I was six
Then I start smokin’ before I was 10
You and my daddy, y’all made a trap baby
I be cuttin’ all of these niggas out lately
Throw 50 racks, watch the scrippers go crazy
No money involved, then I don’t got the patience
Unlike LeBron, can’t shit stop me
I was by myself, they was 80 when they shot me, heh
I smell pussy, I smell pussy
Sittin’ in the Rolls-Royce smokin’ a blunt of cookies
I woke up this morning and put on all Chanel
I still got my plug on standby and my scale
I still got my plug on standby and my scale
I still got my plug on standby and my scale
Hah, yeah

[Chorus: Young Dolph]
Three tone chain, two tone watch, two tone drop
Oh my God, he too hot, he too hot
I stashed the million, forgot all about it and let the shit rot
Rich crack baby, mama and daddy both used to smoke rocks
Rich crack baby, now I’m smokin’ Kush with my mom and dad on a yacht
Same hood fucked my mom and dad up, I made a million off of that block
Yeah, I stay into it with that nigga, but this hustlin’ shit come from my pops
You gave me a hard life, but I ain’t trippin’ though ’cause it made me a star

Lil’ Kim – Nasty One Lyrics

[Pre-Hook]
As far as lovin’ and the sex I’m the best one
You never have a thought of [?]
Soon as you get in [?]
[?]

[Hook]
So you gon’ do it for the nastiest one, nastiest one, yeah
Oh, you do it for the nastiest one, nastiest one, yeah
Come fall in love with the nastiest, the nastiest one, yeah
Come fall in love with the nastiest, the nastiest one, yeah

[Verse 1]
As far as lovin’ and the sex I’m the best one
After me there will never be the next one, top shotta
All around the world, they know who the best is
No pharmacies but they see VS’s
Ten karats embedded in the watch and necklace
Paint drippin’ off the Rari like it got asbestos
Kimmy got that mouth that’ll leave ’em breathless
Snatch a niggaa soul like he got a deathwish
The BIG told you that I’m nasty
Pussy have a nigga sweatin’ like a athlete
Make love in the backseat of his Bentley Jeep
I call him [?] ’cause he in this real deep

[Pre-Hook]
As far as lovin’ and the sex I’m the best one
You never have a thought of [?]
Soon as you get in [?]
[?]

[Hook]
So you gon’ do it for the nastiest one, nastiest one, yeah
Oh, you do it for the nastiest one, nastiest one, yeah
Come fall in love with the nastiest, the nastiest one, yeah
Come fall in love with the nastiest, the nastiest one, yeah

[Bridge]
When I see you smile I can face the world
You know I can do anything when I see you smile
Baby, when I see you smile I just want my baby
I just want my baby, hey
No other man makes me feel the way you do
I’m the nastiest when I’m with you
I’m a freak but only with my boo
You searched the world and now see that
Now you see you’ll never find a girl like me
Because there’s only one Queen Bee
Sometimes I wanna give up, I wanna give in
I wanna [?] the fight
Then I see you baby and we make love all night

[Pre-Hook]
As far as lovin’ and the sex I’m the best one
You never have a thought of [?]
Soon as you get in [?]
[?]

[Hook]
So you gon’ do it for the nastiest one, nastiest one, yeah
Oh, you do it for the nastiest one, nastiest one, yeah
Come fall in love with the nastiest, the nastiest one, yeah
Come fall in love with the nastiest, the nastiest one, yeah

Bhad Bhabie – Trust Me lyrics

[Hook: Bhad Bhabie]
I know you gone be the one that’s gone hold me down
When it’s time to put in work you know I’m always ’round
Tote that Glock, hold that work
Baby, do you trust me?
Got the streets in a lock
I’ma make you love me
Baby, do you trust me?
Do you trust me?
Baby, do you trust me?
Baby, do you trust me?
Got the streets in a lock
I’ma make you love me

[Verse 1: Bhad Bhabie]
I’ma make you love me
Baby, do you trust me?
Come in close and hug me
Tell that hoe don’t test me
I don’t play ’bout mines, watch this sh*t get messy
Tote that Glock, hide it in my spot
Bitch, stop playing, I’ma leave you hot
Rubber bands wrapped around these knots
Bitch, stop playing, watch me kill the parking lot

[Hook: Bhad Bhabie]
I know you gone be the one that’s gone hold me down
When it’s time to put in work you know I’m always ’round
Tote that Glock, hold that work
Baby, do you trust me?
Got the streets in a lock
I’ma make you love me
Baby, do you trust me?
Do you trust me?
Baby, do you trust me?
Baby, do you trust me?
Got the streets in a lock
I’ma make you love me

[Verse 2: Ty Dolla $ign]
Tote that Glock, lil’ homie, get yo guap
You my son, lil’ nigga, I’m yo pops
I’m on top, lil’ bitch, gimme props
Talkin’ charts, lil’ baby, play yo part, lil’ baby
I’m the boy, yeah, baby, I’m the one
I’ma make you trust me, always keep it hundun
Bust down rolex face
I been getting money face
Diamonds do the Diddy dance
These the new Givenchy pants
Oh, Oh, Oh, Oh
VS while my diamonds hit
New Chanel, you deserve all of it
I put you on a charge
Baby, you a star
I buy you the mall
I put you on a jet, you said I do the most
I told you no more coach, yeah
Said you don’t care ’bout things
You said you down for me
I told ’em you my queen

[Hook: Bhad Bhabie]
I know you gone be the one that’s gone hold me down
When it’s time to put in work you know I’m always ’round
Tote that Glock, hold that work
Baby, do you trust me?
Got the streets in a lock
I’ma make you love me
Baby, do you trust me?
Do you trust me?
Baby, do you trust me?
Baby, do you trust me?
Got the streets in a lock
I’ma make you love me

Lil Yachty – NBAYOUNGBOAT lyrics

(feat. YoungBoy Never Broke Again)

[Intro: YoungBoy Never Broke Again & Lil Yachty]
Wop, skrt
Skrt skrt
Wop, wop
Skrt skrt, skrt skrt
I don’t know what you take me for ho
Wop, wop
I ain’t goin’ for it
Wop

[Verse 1: YoungBoy Never Broke Again]
Young nigga, rich nigga, I’m a bad bitch getter
Fuck nigga, hoe nigga, I don’t fuck with broke niggas
Always held my own since I jumped up off the porch, nigga
You ain’t know, now you know, nigga, Hi-tec pour a four, nigga

[Verse 2: Lil Yachty]
Bitch roll me my sack before I come in
80 thousand dollars plus a jet on a backend
Twenty twin twins finna get plucked like a chicken
Brother locked up, he spent much time in the kitchen
We ain’t really with none of that pretendin’ and shit (pretendin’ and shit)
I got six Catholic hoes in here sinnin’ and shit (sinnin’ and shit)
Pour that shit up, bust it down (hoo)
Bought a new crib, it got several amenities (gang)
You gon’ get shot like the Kennedys (yeah)
Fuckin’ with Lil Boat and YB (doot, pew)

[Verse 3: YoungBoy Never Broke Again]
Carbine it sound like a dump truck (trraaa)
Soon as I up, he gon’ back up (boom boom)
She wanna fuck, I’ma smash her (smash)
He want a verse, I’ma tax him (I’ma tax him)
Say you want smoke, it ain’t ’bout nothing
I know that nigga ain’t ’bout nothing (he ain’t ’bout it)
Bring out the boat when the flood coming
Strapped with a TEC when you pull up on me

[Verse 4: Lil Yachty]
I’m with the .38 baby, my neck see more water than the Navy (gang)
I was finna fuck your bitch, my nigga then I got lazy (ugh)
I saw your new watch, that shit cool but my shit crazy
Canary yellow diamonds in my mouth like I bit a daisy (yeah)
I’m with Lil Baby yeah, keep a .380, yeah (pew pew)
I’m with big Slime, yeah you know we goin’ brazy, yeah (slatt)

[Verse 5: YoungBoy Never Broke Again]
17 with four babies, yeah
Lotta money, know they hate me, yeah
One on four, they try to play me, yeah
Shoot his ass right up in here (pew pew, pew pew)
Diamonds, they shine like a headlight (shine)
I keep that lil’ bitch if her head right
I’ma lay up and fuck on her every night (every night)
When I’m leavin’ I’m headin’ straight to the flight (no)
Got a tiger but no I’m not Mike Tyson (Mike Tyson)
Scuff in the club like Fight Night (Fight Night)
I make that lil’ ho act right (act right)
I tell that bitch fuck up my sack right (bitch)

[Verse 6: Lil Yachty & YoungBoy Never Broke Again]
Put that lil bitch on a Spirit flight (gang)
Return her next to me one night (nyoom)
We running and ducking from squad lights (hoo)I got 32 shots in the gun fight
These niggas sweet like a honey bun (sweet)
Don’t worry ’bout where my money from
At the crib, on the couch, we got huntin’ guns (doot)
Dissect his hand from his other arm (doot, doot, doot)
Young nigga, rich nigga, I’m a big bag getter (woo)
Bitch nigga, snitch nigga, never met a real nigga (bitch)
Never had six figures, my bitch do tricks nigga
I go by Lil Boat and I’m coolin’ with some real hittas (gang)
Whip on the wrist, that’s a brick on the fist, nigga
No light needed for this chain, it’s gon’ glist nigga (yeah)
VS, one stone, that shit not far from flawless
Fuck a pretty bitch, nigga, my money gorgeous, bitch (Lil Boat)

The Neptunes – Blaze Of Glory lyrics

(perfomed by Clipse feat. Pharrell & Ab-Liva)

[Pharrell]
Nigga, put down ya beer and – snatch up ya chair ‘n
A lot of clak up, clak up, street clearin’
First the firing then the siren you’ll be hearin’
Your man gotta few heartbeat left they fearin’

[Chorus – Pharrell]
It’s me or you, or them or us
Lost to what, them things gon’ bust
Ashes to ashes, and dust to dust
I clear the land, “In God We Trust” nigga
It’s the blaze of glory, the blaze of glory
You come in here for these niggaz, the blaze of glory
The blaze of glory, the blaze of glory
You come in here for these niggaz, the blaze of glory

[Pusha T]
EGHCK! fuck ya crews and, who ya choosin’
Critics and news, and all their reviews
The watch jeweled and, VS jewels with
Different hews, of rogues or blues
The street movement, that I move wit
“Hurri”s the “cane” like Miami U
Ya niggaz foolin’, whatcha doin
Obviously, you ain’t got a clue
It’s the blaze of glory
I’m killer in the clutch, like the Lakers’ Horry
Wit four seconds left, rappers can’t ignore me
Quit stepping on my heel
You fuckers riding my flow, like I’m your training wheels, ugh!
Mind over matter, SL blacker
Sunny days, I might if to think he can’t ROOF!
You niggaz fishin, well wishin
Lotta rhyme but still missin’ the vision, it’s the blaze of glory

[Chorus]

[Ab-Liva]
Sheah, the blaze of glory, rewrite history
Turn pages for me, my story is epic
Hustle in my blood, my story is metric
Bring that O backwards I’m feeling dyslexic
Grew up mis-directed, dark complected
Sometimes no electric, it was hectic
It was harsh, I was awed, I was infected, neglected
At sixteen, I got connected like Tetris
Had the power to zone, turn powder to stone
In any beef, iron drept it, iron tested
Think back, I invested, I assessed it, I reflected
Think back, I was requested by God
I shall lead as I was directed
Demand to be king, I was selected a menacing thing
Defying the odds, the fire with arms
A tyrants evolved, the tyrant is on, so run for ya weapon nigga!

[Chorus]

[Malice]
I’m for that hit rich quick shit, for that quick lick
For that quick Vick fucka, I ain’t for the bullshit
I ain’t for the small talk, strictly ’bout the ballpark
Figures on my numbers these niggaz is all talk
Niggaz is missin’, out on life, I ain’t hit him
I ain’t sittin ’round thumb-twiddling, I ain’t wishin’
No one could ever tell the Malicious I ain’t livin’
The home town homies hate my name, I ain’t trippin’
I don’t retaliate, I don’t hate, I obliv’ ’em
J?us ’round my neck, I’ma Christian, I forgive ’em
I was chosen to hold this throne
I held my own, ever since I held that zone
And served it, from all the days I heard mama’s curses
Now I put it in verses, it was worth it
Don’t let it hurt kid, push a pack, cook a crack
Whatever be the plate, motherfucka get the bank, uh!

[Chorus]

Hoodrich Pablo Juan – We Don’t Love ‘Em (feat. Gucci Mane)

[Intro: Hoodrich Pablo Juan]
Ooh, yeah
MONY POWR RSPT, nigga
It’s a money set, you know what I’m saying?
Everybody getting money, nigga
Yeah, Pablo Juan

[Chorus: Hoodrich Pablo Juan]
The money go where I go
Smoking on gelato
Foreign car swerving, pothole
Bad bitch, she from Chicago
She freaky, she gon’ bust it
She thick as fuck, I’m lusting
I got her from my cousin
So what? ’cause we don’t love ’em
Fuck that, I wanna hit from the back
Backwood smoking, it’s fat
Dressing like I got a sack
I pull up, jump out the back
Bad bitch and her ass fat
Four door coupe, it got a hatch
On the Xans, I might crash that

[Verse 1: Hoodrich Pablo Juan]
Car got gadgets, my bitches got asses
Expensive glasses like I’m teaching class
Too fresh to take out the trash
Fresh to death, where is my casket?
I always stay with assassins
I’m always laced with the fashion
Teacher gave me an F, that’s fantastic
VS diamonds on me, look how they flashing
Rocking Saint Laurent, I guess I be dabbing
I got the Louis V, Supreme collabing
Bought a mansion way away like a cabin
Taking all my swag, I feel like your daddy
You a beggar, I’m a hustler
I’m the dealer, you the customer
Catch up, little nigga, I’m mustard
Smoking the Backwoods, they coming from Russia
I ain’t never really trust you
Knew I should’ve never trust you
You ain’t real, you a buster
These niggas was always sus
These niggas start snitching for nothing
These niggas wanna live by the gun
Guess what, you gon’ get what you want
El Patrón, nigga, I want a ton

[Chorus: Hoodrich Pablo Juan]
The money go where I go
Smoking on gelato
Foreign car swerving, pothole
Bad bitch, she from Chicago
She freaky, she gon’ bust it
She thick as fuck, I’m lusting
I got her from my cousin
So what? ’cause we don’t love ’em
Fuck that, I wanna hit from the back
Backwood smoking, it’s fat
Dressing like I got a sack
I pull up, jump out the back
Bad bitch and her ass fat
Four door coupe, it got a hatch
On the Xans, I might crash that

[Verse 2: Gucci Mane]
If come ride it’s tinted
Don’t test the water chilly
My pinky a quarter ticket
Had to grind smart to get it
Limited ‘sclusive edition
They waitin’ in line to get it
Danny your time, I did it
I didn’t get a dime, a visit
I been had the sauce, I’m drippin’
‘Fore I had a pot to piss in
My car just lost the ceiling
My girl just lost her feeling
Gucci getting richer than richy
Bitches say Gucci saddity
She just did her ass and her titties
Well skeet on her face ’cause she pretty
I tell her, go’n, like the road runner
Might stash your phone number
Ho get the wrong number
I’m stacking all winter
I’m stuntin’ all summer
And I need a grown woman
‘Cause I got grown money, Wop

[Chorus: Hoodrich Pablo Juan]
The money go where I go
Smoking on gelato
Foreign car swerving, pothole
Bad bitch, she from Chicago
She freaky, she gon’ bust it
She thick as fuck, I’m lusting
I got her from my cousin
So what? ’cause we don’t love ’em
Fuck that, I wanna hit from the back
Backwood smoking, it’s fat
Dressing like I got a sack
I pull up, jump out the back
Bad bitch and her ass fat
Four door coupe, it got a hatch
On the Xans, I might crash that

Hoodrich Pablo Juan – We Don’t Luv Em (Remix) Lyrics

[Intro: Hoodrich Pablo Juan]
Ooh, yeah
MONY POWR RSPT, nigga
It’s a money set, you know what I’m saying?
Everybody getting money, nigga
Yeah, Pablo Juan

[Chorus: Hoodrich Pablo Juan]
The money go where I go
Smoking on gelato
Foreign car swerving, pothole
Bad bitch, she from Chicago
She freaky, she gon’ bust it
She thick as fuck, I’m lusting
I got her from my cousin
So what? ’cause we don’t love ’em
Fuck that, I wanna hit from the back
Backwood smoking, it’s fat
Dressing like I got a sack
I pull up, jump out the back
Bad bitch and her ass fat
Four door coupe, it got a hatch
On the Xans, I might crash that

[Verse 1: Hoodrich Pablo Juan]
Car got gadgets, my bitches got asses
Expensive glasses like I’m teaching class
Too fresh to take out the trash
Fresh to death, where is my casket?
I always stay with assassins
I’m always laced with the fashion
Teacher gave me an F, that’s fantastic
VS diamonds on me, look how they flashing
Rocking Saint Laurent, I guess I be dabbing
I got the Louis V, Supreme collabing
Bought a mansion way away like a cabin
Taking all my swag, I feel like your daddy
You a beggar, I’m a hustler
I’m the dealer, you the customer
Catch up, little nigga, I’m mustard
Smoking the Backwoods, they coming from Russia
I ain’t never really trust you
Knew I should’ve never trust you
You ain’t real, you a buster
These niggas was always sus
These niggas start snitching for nothing
These niggas wanna live by the gun
Guess what, you gon’ get what you want
El Patrón, nigga, I want a ton

[Chorus: Hoodrich Pablo Juan]
The money go where I go
Smoking on gelato
Foreign car swerving, pothole
Bad bitch, she from Chicago
She freaky, she gon’ bust it
She thick as fuck, I’m lusting
I got her from my cousin
So what? ’cause we don’t love ’em
Fuck that, I wanna hit from the back
Backwood smoking, it’s fat
Dressing like I got a sack
I pull up, jump out the back
Bad bitch and her ass fat
Four door coupe, it got a hatch
On the Xans, I might crash that

[Verse 2: Gucci Mane]
If come ride it’s tinted
Don’t test the water chilly
My pinky a quarter ticket
Had to grind smart to get it
Limited ‘sclusive edition
They waitin’ in line to get it
Danny your time, I did it
I didn’t get a dime, a visit
I been had the sauce, I’m drippin’
‘Fore I had a pot to piss in
My car just lost the ceiling
My girl just lost her feeling
Gucci getting richer than richy
Bitches say Gucci saddity
She just did her ass and her titties
Well skeet on her face ’cause she pretty
I tell her, go’n, like the road runner
Might stash your phone number
Ho get the wrong number
I’m stacking all winter
I’m stuntin’ all summer
And I need a grown woman
‘Cause I got grown money, Wop

[Chorus: Hoodrich Pablo Juan]
The money go where I go
Smoking on gelato
Foreign car swerving, pothole
Bad bitch, she from Chicago
She freaky, she gon’ bust it
She thick as fuck, I’m lusting
I got her from my cousin
So what? ’cause we don’t love ’em
Fuck that, I wanna hit from the back
Backwood smoking, it’s fat
Dressing like I got a sack
I pull up, jump out the back
Bad bitch and her ass fat
Four door coupe, it got a hatch
On the Xans, I might crash that

Hoodrich Pablo Juan – We Don’t Love ’em (Remix) (feat. Gucci Mane)

[Intro: Hoodrich Pablo Juan]
Ooh, yeah
MONY POWR RSPT, nigga
It’s a money set, you know what I’m saying?
Everybody getting money, nigga
Yeah, Pablo Juan

[Chorus: Hoodrich Pablo Juan]
The money go where I go
Smoking on gelato
Foreign car swerving, pothole
Bad bitch, she from Chicago
She freaky, she gon’ bust it
She thick as fuck, I’m lusting
I got her from my cousin
So what? ’cause we don’t love ’em
Fuck that, I wanna hit from the back
Backwood smoking, it’s fat
Dressing like I got a sack
I pull up, jump out the back
Bad bitch and her ass fat
Four door coupe, it got a hatch
On the Xans, I might crash that

[Verse 1: Hoodrich Pablo Juan]
Car got gadgets, my bitches got asses
Expensive glasses like I’m teaching class
Too fresh to take out the trash
Fresh to death, where is my casket?
I always stay with assassins
I’m always laced with the fashion
Teacher gave me an F, that’s fantastic
VS diamonds on me, look how they flashing
Rocking Saint Laurent, I guess I be dabbing
I got the Louis V, Supreme collabing
Bought a mansion way away like a cabin
Taking all my swag, I feel like your daddy
You a beggar, I’m a hustler
I’m the dealer, you the customer
Catch up, little nigga, I’m mustard
Smoking the Backwoods, they coming from Russia
I ain’t never really trust you
Knew I should’ve never trust you
You ain’t real, you a buster
These niggas was always sus
These niggas start snitching for nothing
These niggas wanna live by the gun
Guess what, you gon’ get what you want
El Patrón, nigga, I want a ton

[Chorus: Hoodrich Pablo Juan]
The money go where I go
Smoking on gelato
Foreign car swerving, pothole
Bad bitch, she from Chicago
She freaky, she gon’ bust it
She thick as fuck, I’m lusting
I got her from my cousin
So what? ’cause we don’t love ’em
Fuck that, I wanna hit from the back
Backwood smoking, it’s fat
Dressing like I got a sack
I pull up, jump out the back
Bad bitch and her ass fat
Four door coupe, it got a hatch
On the Xans, I might crash that

[Verse 2: Gucci Mane]
If come ride it’s tinted
Don’t test the water chilly
My pinky a quarter ticket
Had to grind smart to get it
Limited ‘sclusive edition
They waitin’ in line to get it
Danny your time, I did it
I didn’t get a dime, a visit
I been had the sauce, I’m drippin’
‘Fore I had a pot to piss in
My car just lost the ceiling
My girl just lost her feeling
Gucci getting richer than richy
Bitches say Gucci saddity
She just did her ass and her titties
Well skeet on her face ’cause she pretty
I tell her, go’n, like the road runner
Might stash your phone number
Ho get the wrong number
I’m stacking all winter
I’m stuntin’ all summer
And I need a grown woman
‘Cause I got grown money, Wop

[Chorus: Hoodrich Pablo Juan]
The money go where I go
Smoking on gelato
Foreign car swerving, pothole
Bad bitch, she from Chicago
She freaky, she gon’ bust it
She thick as fuck, I’m lusting
I got her from my cousin
So what? ’cause we don’t love ’em
Fuck that, I wanna hit from the back
Backwood smoking, it’s fat
Dressing like I got a sack
I pull up, jump out the back
Bad bitch and her ass fat
Four door coupe, it got a hatch
On the Xans, I might crash that

Tee Grizzley – Grizzley Gang

[Intro]
Gang in this bitch we got them sticks in here
If being a real nigga was a job alotta of y’all niggas would be unemployed

[Verse]
Hov told me quit puttin’ that money to my ear
I gotta get used to this shit I’m just not gettin’ here
Dropped ice cream Wraith and it ain’t been a year
Ever since I hit his bitch that nigga been in tears
Man, nigga rest up Mal they said it was my fault but I never called for help
Damn, nigga rest up pops
I wish I woulda been the one blowin’ back at the opps
Lil’ bro if I get killed don’t cry
But before you turn up for me somebody gotta get dropped
If you get killed I can’t help it but to cry
They gon’ think I’m ice skatin’ every corner I’ma slide
Nigga, gang in this bitch we got them sticks in here
Watch who you bump my nigga we’ll split your shit in here
Bro, matter fact just get the hoes and we gon’ dip from here
Cause niggas testifying on me that’s my biggest fear
Can’t even eat with these niggas
Cause I done seen them real life sneakdissin’ nigga
Then see ’em on they page next week with the nigga
Same nigga they was talkin’ ’bout, boy you can’t come around
Bitch you can’t even get the line, hit the E-Mail
Used to fuck with dawg, he got to actin’ like a female
When I was fucking with him he was looking like Big Worm
Cut that nigga off, now he Ezal
Niggas sayin’ free they mans, shit be killin’ me
You ain’t put nothing on his lawyer, how you want them free?
Sayin’ RIP they mans, shit be killin’ me
You ain’t do shit to the niggas that put them on the T
After awards a lotta stars in the place
I left early, I rather be with the stars in the Wraith
Why you carry all that money, get a card from the bank
I had it hard this motivation, I need this shit in my face
From the yard with the shank to hit song out the gate
Got the money, got the fame that nigga still didn’t change
For these chains around my neck I worked my ass off, serious
Niggas stare to long, take his head off, period
What you think a bitch’ll do for 30K, I’m curious
VS in the Rollie boy that shit unridiculous
Why you tell that hoe you had some money, boy you tricked at her
We be laughin’ when they say they shooters cause it tickle us
Bitch, I was just broke layin’ in the bunk
Now I can make 200 thousand in a month
If I fall off, hit your pockets, nigga give it up
Without the pistol cause you sweeter than a cinnabon
Told my nigga right now, I can’t give you none
Let me triple this shit up then we gon’ split it up
Walk up on these niggas when I hit ’em up
[?] up, then take off runnin’ that’s a hit and run
Nigga, gang in this bitch we got them straps in here
Ain’t even gotta up the pipe, beat you death in here
They got they cameras out before I even step in there
I’ll put 30 on his baby, don’t think Steph in there
Nigga, gang in this bitch we got them pipes in here
Try show off for these hoes, lose your life in here
I came home 2016 had a light year
Real niggas winnin’ that’s a fake nigga nightmare
Makin’ pictures with your bitch on my Snapchat
Ex feelin’ so the stick I can’t snap that
I need that new Phantom next, I can’t backtrack
Just got off the phone with my plug, he like ‘catch that’
Better than the last batch, touch me that’s your last act
Run through ’em like fasttrack
Chokin’ on that racepack, chokin’ on that jockpack
All I smoke is opp pack
We don’t send no bomb threats, you know where my block at, bitch
I hate when niggas try to act hard
Like gettin’ a bitch to line ’em up is really that hard
I got famous nigga but I still got heart
Before this rap shit, I was layin’ at niggas backyard

Hoodrich Pablo Juan – God Damn

[Chorus]
She know she bad, I got that bag
Foreign with 230 on the dash
I could count cash fast
Pouring up lean, go to sleep on them Xans
Roll up gelato, three grams
Stuffing my pocket with bands
She cute, she having a hand
I’m rich, I know I’m the man, yeah
Ice on my neck, goddamn
I got bitches popping up like spam
Send my money, give her twenty two grams
Sell the whole thing, we don’t sell no grams
She got a fat ass, goddamn
I got supreme on my Vans
Gucci bag, fill it with bands
Call up the shooter, they jump out the van, yeah

[Verse 1]
I’m ice skating, got my shooter waiting
I, I got the cookies, baking
I wanna fuck, I’m impatient
Foreign, she half-Asian
Foreign, I ride like I’m racing
Dirty AK with my shell cases
None of my bitches is basic
On the red pill like Neo in The Matrix
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Everything I wear is rare
Gucci with snakes and lions and bears
Louis Vuitton, I love Damier
Fuck from the back and I pull on her hair
Yeah, rocking Chanels and Moncler
Outfit, it come out next year
I’m drinking lean, not no beer
Yeah, strapped the fuck up, ain’t no reason to fear
Get your ass busted, ain’t no pussies over here
Brand new foreign with the camera in the rear
Twenty thousand worth of ice in one ear
I got some bitches that’s white like vanilla
These niggas falling off the map like Sears
I got these haters mad, they in tears
My niggas sharp, I cut like a seal

[Chorus]
She know she bad, I got that bag
Foreign with 230 on the dash
I could count cash fast
Pouring up lean, go to sleep on them Xans
Roll up gelato, three grams
Stuffing my pocket with bands
She cute, she having a hand
I’m rich, I know I’m the man, yeah
Ice on my neck, goddamn
I got bitches popping up like spam
Send my money, give her twenty two grams
Sell the whole thing, we don’t sell no grams
She got a fat ass, goddamn
I got supreme on my Vans
Gucci bag, fill it with bands
Call up the shooter, they jump out the van, yeah

[Verse 2]
VS all-black diamonds like Wesley
Beat up the pot like I’m playing Tekken
Can’t wear silver, I ain’t come in second
I ain’t got no time for these thots and these peasants
Yeah, strapped up like I was Giuseppes
Bad bitch I just seen at Essex
All of my bitches, they too sexy
1017 chain, cop a fezzy
Just like the police, you gotta arrest it
I fuck her and treat her like a pedestrian
Fly by with butterfly wings on my Tesla
Cook with that pot like professional wrestler
Pour that shit up, why the fuck would I measure?
Gucci bag with the .38 special
I’m rocking Louis like I could play Chess
I spread like the old man that you piss
Ooh, I make her give me the neck
Call me PJ like a private jet
Trap like a soldier, got stacks on deck
I stay in Designer, I walk on a check
I’m dressing like I’m vinegarette
I bust that seal on that Hitech
Rich nigga, I bet I can get her wet
She want shit bad, but I got the check

[Chorus]
She know she bad, I got that bag
Foreign with 230 on the dash
I could count cash fast
Pouring up lean, go to sleep on them Xans
Roll up gelato, three grams
Stuffing my pocket with bands
She cute, she having a hand
I’m rich, I know I’m the man, yeah
Ice on my neck, goddamn
I got bitches popping up like spam
Send my money, give her twenty to [?]
Sell the whole thing, we don’t sell no grams
She got a fat ass, goddamn
I got Supreme on my Vans
Gucci bag, fill it with bands
Call up the shooter, they jump out the van, yeah

Hoodrich Pablo Juan – I Do This

[Verse 1]
Louis V on, I got on VLONE
I just bought a new chain, that bitch three-tone
I’m in Designer, red bottoms spiked up like pinecones
Spike the pineapple, double cup styrofoam
I got the AP and the Rollie switching time zones
You could turn off all the lights, I put them diamonds on
We the Big Tymers, nigga, we get our shine on
My trap house like a pop-up, the line long

[Hook]
I do this shit
I do this shit
I do this shit
I do this shit
I do this shit
I do this shit
I do this shit
I do this shit
I do this shit

[Verse 2]
Left wrist a Rollie, VS diamonds all white
Putting Hitech in the Fanta, only mix the Act with Sprite
Kick that bitch up out the spot if she ain’t acting right
Cookie, Percs, and lean, nigga, I’m up there with the satellites
Hood nigga shooting dice, I’m just fucking, that’s your wife
I’ve been turning bitches into dice, skinny jeans fit me tight
Smoking cookie, fucking on a bitch with a pretty pussy
Been the same real one, nigga, I ain’t never, ever been a pussy
I got dope on my Rollie, you would think a nigga was still cooking
Diamonds so wet, damn, I think it got your bitch gushing
Got your bitch looking, got on red bottoms like I’m a Christian
With them bricks in, I’ma fuck up the kitchen
Put the dick in her and I make her kiss
Put on the AP when I go to Michigan
Rocking the VLONE, long as you can’t get it
"How you do three-tone?" Mind your business
Hundred round, hundred niggas pull up with it
‘Bout to go put me some tint on the Bentley
Bought Gucci and Prada, or Louis and Fendi
I’m wet like a pool, I’m fresh like some lettuce
Designer head to toe, I just went and spent me a ten at Lenox

[Hook]
I do this shit
I do this shit
I do this shit
I do this shit
I do this shit
I do this shit
I do this shit
I do this shit
I do this shit

Jay Critch – Bottom Line

[Hook]
I just put up with some Gs
He got a pack we gon get him
I had to balmain the denim
They gon play you if you let em
Go get the money that’s bottom line
Ran up with the pack bout a hundred time
Imma pull out that wraith for the summer time
Niggas droppin’ dimes like number 9
Remember them nights we were starving
My niggas ducking them charges
Step back, James Harden
Get the money we working the hardest
Imma go and take over the city
BK we cashing out vinnies
He say get money he silly
Pull up where he stay, run up with them digits

[Verse 1]
You ain’t making no moves, you talk it we live it
Run down with the tool, we take it and split it
I’m up in the booth, cup full of Henny
VS on my tooth ain’t been broke in a minute
Move how I move, nigga get with it
Bitch I can’t lose, my niggas winning
Imma fuck her one time and then I tell her good riddance
Fuck her two times sign my name on her titty

[Hook]
I just put up with some Gs
He got a pack we gon get him
I had to balmain the denim
They gon play you if you let em
Go get the money that’s bottom line
Ran up with the pack bout a hundred time
Imma pull out that wraith for the summer time
Niggas droppin’ dimes like number 9
Remember them nights we were starving
My niggas ducking them charges
Step back, James Harden
Get the money we working the hardest
Imma go and take over the city
BK we cashing out vinnies
He say get money he silly
Pull up where he stay, run up with them digits

[Verse 2]
Big knots get the bands
Free Rico out that jam
It’s that money they act like they fam
Remember riding that bus now we Lam
I got up, made a move, wow
Need a birds, need a few thou
Me and Bundy smoking too loud
What these niggas tryna do now
What these niggas really doing, nothing
I got shooters and they up to something
They gon pull out with them toasters, ovens
Say he gettin bankrolls, be bluffin
Fucking on your main hoe, Mcloving
We pull up deep in like 4 Vs
Tell these pussy niggas, hold these
‘Member watching for the police

[Hook]
I just put up with some Gs
He got a pack we gon get him
I had to balmain the denim
They gon play you if you let em
Go get the money that’s bottom line
Ran up with the pack bout a hundred time
Imma pull out that wraith for the summer time
Niggas droppin’ dimes like number 9
Remember them nights we were starving
My niggas ducking them charges
Step back, James Harden
Get the money we working the hardest
Imma go and take over the city
BK we cashing out vinnies
He say get money he silly
Pull up where he stay, run up with them digits

Pressa – Baby Girl

[Intro]
Ah
Pressa, Pressa

[Chorus]
Baby Girl, Baby Girl
All these pretty hearts but yours is what I have
Is it true I rock your city in your world
Is it true you brought my diamonds with your pearls
Baby Girl, Baby Girl
All these pretty hearts but yours is what I have
Is it true I rock your city in your world
Is it true you brought my diamonds with your pearls

[Verse 1]
Baby Girl, Baby Girl
Why take my chain just to show off with your girls?
When I’m sleeping I swear you do more then curl
You love me more than chain I couldn’t tell
You want your pictures, I kind of figured
You want take pictures with my chain ’cause mine is bigger
She want no broke boy
She wants the bester
So much clocking that I failed my last semester
Kill us with you sold
I’m just getting more though (way more though)
I just tipped a half a brick to Uno
All up in her stomach
She feel like she on Pluto
She want a boss so
I came in Hugo (Boss)

[Chorus]
Baby Girl, Baby Girl
All these pretty hearts but yours is what I have
Is it true I rock your city in your world
Is it true you brought my diamonds with your pearls
Baby Girl, Baby Girl
All these pretty hearts but yours is what I have
Is it true I rock your city in your world
Is it true you brought my diamonds with your pearls

[Verse 2]
Oh baby, yeah, yeah
Oh baby, yeah, yeah
So no in, yeah, yeah
I just tell her, yeah, yeah, yeah
My chain 3 hunnid grams
Happy like garbage bags
I bought a promise ring
And I don’t want it back
And she so selfish
She want it all in me
I get a lot of girls
Baby Girl don’t flatter me
Don’t know nothing ’bout life
She ’bout biology
My diamond’s VS
My apology
‘Cause when I pull up on boys
Look like they yawner
And I got designer shoes looking like they Jordans
I feel important
Fly like Aaron Gordon
Endorsin’
Chasing Robert Bordens

[Chorus]
Baby Girl, Baby Girl
All these pretty hearts but yours is what I have
Is it true I rock your city in your world
Is it true you brought my diamonds with your pearls
Baby Girl, Baby Girl
All these pretty hearts but yours is what I have
Is it true I rock your city in your world
Is it true you brought my diamonds with your pearls

[Outro]
Baby Girl, Baby Girl
Baby, Baby, Baby, Baby
Baby Girl, Baby Girl
Ah
Uh-huh, Uh-huh, Uh-huh
Uh-huh, Uh-huh, Uh-huh, Uh-huh
Pressa

Oakley Virou Viciante – Mc Pp da Vs letra

Letra Mc PP da VS – Oakley virou viciante

Tipo perigo anda gingando na pista
Bigodin de terrorista
Faz as menina pirar
Celular gringo com várias na lista
É tanta antiga
Que encheu a memória do meu celular
Se tá chovendo no pião
“Nóis” tá de navera
Se o sol tá estralando
A hornetera que vai cantar
“Nóis” que roleta SP
A noite inteira
Lacrado de tatoo
Corrente e dedeira
Fazendo o som de verdade caminhar.(oakley virou viciante)

Oakley virou viciante
Pro consumo
Na madruga é “nóis”
Que tá parando tudo
Com a roda da 66 lá no ar
A que não me quis
Hoje me ligou de novo
Não queria eu nem pintado de ouro
E agora se eu saco o cordão ela dá
Saí da favela versuri-lyrics.info
Mas ela não saiu de mim
Pros que tão chegando agora
Vem no sapatin
Independente de hoje
O bolso tá cheio de dindin
Têm vários que quando tromba “nóis”
Chega e fala finin.

Bota fogo em mais um baseado
Dá um salve nos aliados
Que o baile tá muito bom
E “nóis” vai encosta.

Lá no caixa já deixa o recado
Lembra o neguinho favelado
Hoje ele voltou
Mas voltou pra gastarrr.
Mc PP da VS letras
Video viciante

21 Savage – Fresh (feat. Lil Uzi Vert & Gucci Mane) (21 Uzi Album)

[Intro]
Ha, its wizop
6ers
1600, 1600 1600
Stand up
Huh

[Verse 1: Gucci Mane]
It’s so hard to take the trap out a trap nigga
I’m a coke dealer dressed like a rap figure
A Guy Fisher type of nigga, I’mma die richer
Posing for pictures with the strippers and the pot flippers
I’d rather lie to ya baby then I lie with ya
I seen you with his shit, I ain’t finna ride with ya
Pitching underhand I’m a knuckle ball pitcher
You off base I call you out, I’m the hind catcher
You ran off, guess you thought it’d be a cakewalk
Stealing base, got caught, let the K talk
Got me digging in my safe at the safe house
Like I won’t pay a 100k to blow ya face off

[Hook: Gucci Mane & Lil Uzi Vert]
The young nigga stay fresh
I can show him how to flex
Another nigga with a check
And I can teach him how to dress
The young nigga stay fresh
And I can show him how to flex
Another nigga with a check
And I can show him how to dress

[Verse 2: Lil Uzi Vert]
Okay you know I stay fly, yeah you stay level
Red Gucci leather, yeah Raf Simons sweater
Yeah got rid of my girl, got a foreign with a accent that’s better
Yeah I just had both of them and they came together
Yeah in the strip club with my nigga big Guwop, and Wop we just changed the weather
Somebody grab my sweater, cause I just changed the weather
Yeah we make it rain together, we make it rain together
All of my diamonds VS’s, so you know that mean it connected
I told that girl just to bust it
The first time she met me
I told that girl just to neck it
Yeah young nigga hustle put diamonds in necklace
Yeah flexing, finessing that’s all in my vessels

[Hook: Gucci Mane & Lil Uzi Vert]
The young nigga stay fresh
I can show him how to flex
Another nigga with a check
And I can teach him how to dress
The young nigga stay fresh
And I can show him how to flex
Another nigga with a check
And I can show him how to dress