Waffle House

24hrs – Number4 Lyrics

Yeah
12AM in ATL, I’m laid up at the doubletree
Ashley and Stephanie keep sayin’ that they lovin’ me
I like bitches that get money, I guess I am picky
Told her can kiss on me ’cause I can’t get no hickey
I f*ck with the ass, but I like titties, boy like 2Chainz
I got fifty thousand, I won’t f*ck it off in blue flames
I want permanent teeth, so I can feel like Stunna
I bought Birkens for my bitch, so I can feel like Gunna
She want brand new Dior, she said, "Can she get the runners?"
I feel that she been loyal, she might make it to the summer

What you keep blowin’ up my number for?
You at Mickey D’s, you want a number 4, oh
This thing is spacey, you ain’t drove the Wraithy, oh
f*cked this little thing that work at Macy’s, eww (Yeah)
What you keep blowin’ up my number for?
You at Mickey D’s, you want a number 4, oh
This thing is spacey, you ain’t drove the Wraithy, oh
f*cked this little thing that work at Macy’s, eww (Yeah)

Then we hit the Waffle House

Twenty sauce ya bitch, she run the Waffle House (Waffle House)
I f*cked you and your friend, hell you talking bout? (Talking bout)
40 Glock like DJ, uh, it walk ’em out (Walk ’em out)
12AM in ATL, yeah we kiki (Yeah, we kiki)
She got that lil condo right out Peachtree (right out Peachtree)
Rollie on me, I feel just like Big Meech (Like Big Meech)
All these percs gon’ f*ck up lil kidneys (My kidneys)
The way I smoke the GT, need a chimney
I’ve been mixin’ red with the simply
I just got some head in the Bentley
I just got some head in the Bentley

What you keep blowin’ up my number for?
You at Mickey D’s, you want a number 4, oh
This thing is spacey, you ain’t drove the Wraithy, oh
f*cked this little thing that work at Macy’s, eww (Yeah)
What you keep blowin’ up my number for?
You at Mickey D’s, you want a number 4, oh
This thing is spacey, you ain’t drove the Wraithy, oh
f*cked this little thing that work at Macy’s

Amber Yholeata – Intro lyrics

Describe yourself in two words: I said there ain’t no way.
I can give you a quick rundown if you want me to!

I’m not a morning person, but I like breakfast.
Meet me at the Waffle House, I can put you on my guest list!

I’m a night owl and Dee calls me her songbird.
I’ve been in love so you know that I’ve had my heart hurt

I am magical. I can change the weather. I don’t watch the news.
I could think of better things to do with my time.
I’m from Virginia, better things to do with my tiiiiime.
Alright? In case you wondered, I give you Chasing Summer…

Ugly God – Leave a Tip Lyrics

[Intro]
I’m not going anywhere, Nikko

[Verse 1: Ugly God]
Ayy, ayy, ayy, I’m flexin’ on my exes
New bitch, she too wavy, yuh
I’m in Houston, Texas touchin’ on a few ladies, yuh
I can’t trust a nigga, everybody fugazi, yuh
I ain’t text you baby, sorry I got too lazy, yuh
In my Jeep back and forth to AutoZone
Sippin’ lemonade but I still double up the Styrofoam
Pull up to your crib and serve you up like I was Domino’s
Then I hit your bitch, she feel the dick all in her collarbone
Pull up on your bitch and turn her on just like a flashlight
She keep comin’ back, she blow my dick just like a bagpipe
Niggas tough on Instagram, but in person they act right
I do this with no effort, I know these niggas mad tight

[Chorus: Ugly God & Splash Drexler]
Yeah, I’m walkin’ down the strip with your bitch, I’ma rub her hip
Nigga talkin’ shit, put that psh right up on his lip (brrr)
Ayy, I feel like the shit today (I feel like the shit today)
Woke up this morning, I might fuck your bitch today (Drexler, Drexler, Drexler)
Ayy, she gon’ suck the tip and leave a tip (and leave a tip)
Ayy, she gon’ suck the tip and leave a tip (and leave a tip)
Ayy, she gon’ suck the tip and leave a tip (and leave a tip)
Ayy, she gon’ suck the tip and leave a tip (Drexler, Drexler, Drexler)

[Verse 2: Splash Drexler]
New play, new lyin’ bitch
It’s a new AK4, no out a’ line bitch
Got a new K, threw away ’bout five sticks
Bitch I’m Splash Drexler, check my motherfuckin’ drip, nigga
Rented Beamer, goin’ 110 (skrrrt)
Pocket rocket, Glock with the beam, huh (brrr)
No more wearin’ seams (damn)
I know y’all ain’t no team, let me fuck your best friend
Me and your bitch booted up at the Waffle House, hope that she an’ anemic (yuh)
Money counter beepin’, need a red Hellcat
Push that bitch like a demon (push that hoe)
Tryna get my racks in
We heard that you was that nigga for the past tense
Fresh young nigga Splash Drexler get that pack in (yuh, yuh)
Look, look, look like money (brrr)
Smell like money, ain’t a damn stain on me
Ayy, fresh young nigga
Bitch, I’m that nigga, ain’t a damn stain on me (huh)

[Chorus: Ugly God & Splash Drexler]
Yeah, I’m walkin’ down the strip with your bitch, I’ma rub her hip
Nigga talkin’ shit, put that psh right up on his lip (brrr)
Ayy, I feel like the shit today (I feel like the shit today)
Woke up this morning, I might fuck your bitch today (Drexler, Drexler, Drexler)
Ayy, she gon’ suck the tip and leave a tip (and leave a tip)
Ayy, she gon’ suck the tip and leave a tip (and leave a tip)
Ayy, she gon’ suck the tip and leave a tip (and leave a tip)
Ayy, she gon’ suck the tip and leave a tip

[Outro]
Thanks Ugly God

Lil Yachty – Dirty Mouth

Man, I’m on some shit right now
I’m on some, some, some rich nigga shit
Some millionaire shit
‘Cause lot you niggas is pussy
All you niggas is broke
I know these niggas is not really doin’ what they pretendin’ be
Suck my dick, bitch

I don’t really care ’bout my enemies (uh)
My new crib came with amenities (uh)
You gotta pay for my energy
You gotta pay for my ooh
Hey, don’t make me pop up the truck
Ooh, don’t make me two hand the pump
Ooh, don’t make me call up my bros
Pull up and he’ll jump you, go dunk, dunk, dunk
Yeah, I dress so these niggas could see me
Uh, I know your lil’ bro wanna be me
Uh, I know your lil’ sis wanna freak me
That’s prolly why you wanna shoot me
That’s why your auntie is a groupie
Huh, send me pictures of her coochie
She said they nicknamed her Juicy
‘Cause she keep a wet pussy, yeah
Pussy nigga, don’t push me, what
Pull up deep, not just me
Uh, bought a brand new chain
That shit dance like N-Sync Justin
I saw your Rolex, brother
That bullshit started rustin’
None of you niggas impress me
None of you niggas will press me
Uh, I get more pussy than Preston
My niggas bang red paisley that’s for real
I made a full million off my deal
I made a full 5 off the next
Stupid bitch tried find out my name
I screamed, "Shawty, every single text"
Uh, bitch I bite like a T-Rex
My future bitch look better than my next
My next bitch look like a Top Model
She suck dick like a baby bottle, grr

I’ma tell you like this, man
Youngest nigga in this motherfucker, man
I’m not askin’ for your respect
I give a fuck if you fuck with me, nigga
I got M’s, nigga
I’m talkin’ ’bout the letter before N, nigga
M’s, bitch boy

I didn’t ask for respect (uh)
All I care ’bout is my check (who)
Louis Vuitton on my sneakers
My main bitch a diva, she is a dick pleaser
Uh, I never miss like I’m Curry
Yeah, ain’t eat that pussy if it’s furry
Uh, my pussy pink just like Kirby
My bitch sucked it up like Kirby
She drive whips like it’s Kentucky Derby
She tote pistols so no one can hurt me
Don’t even try though
I hit your mom at the high house
Then I hit off of her Waffle House
That bitch can never see my penthouse
Shit, that’s just a fact
Uh, I nutted all on her back
Uh, I nutted all in her tracks
Uh, slid my Black Card through her cracks
Huh, nasty young nigga, I’m all with it
Post on the block in a ball fitted
Post on the block with the same niggas
I got that guap and it changed niggas
Rappin’ ass niggas love Dracos
I love the AR ’cause it range niggas
Ain’t s’posed to talk about guns
‘Cause I got a lot of shit goin’
I was tryna be the nice guy
‘Til these niggas thought I was hoein’
These niggas thought I was pussy
I had to show ’em I’m ’bout it
I put that bitch in my Snapchat
Watch how she start feelin’ cotted
She gon’ suck everyone ’round me
Fresh as hell like I wash laundry with money
I can’t front like I didn’t come from my county
Y’all know where I’m from, I’m my daddy’s son
Bitch, I never switched up one time
Pick up the back-end, now it’s ice time
This bougie bitch say that she hungry
Well stupid lil’ bitch, it is rice time

Lil’ Boat

Dirty mouth – Lil Yachty lyrics

Lyrics Lil Yachty – Dirty Mouth

Man, I’m on some sh*t right now
I’m on some, some, some rich nigga sh*t
Some millionaire sh*t
‘Cause lot of these niggas is pus*y
All these niggas is broke
I know these niggas is not doing what they pretend to be
Suck my d*ck, b*tch.(dirty mouth)

I don’t really care about my enemies
My new crib came with amenities
You gotta pay for my energy
You gotta pay for my ohh, ehh
Don’t make me pop up the trunk
Don’t make me two hand the pump
Don’t make me call up my bro
Pull up in that junk and go dump, dump, dump
I dress so these niggas can see me
I know your lil’ bro wanna be me
I know your lil’ sister wanna freak me
That’s probably why you wanna shoot me
That’s why your auntie is a groupie
Send me pictures of her coochie
She said they nicknamed her juicy
‘Cause she keep a wet pus*y
pus*y nigga don’t push me
I pull up deep, not just me
I brought a brand new chain
That sh*t dance like N-Sync, Justin
I saw your Rolex, brother
That bullsh*t started rustin’
None of you niggas impress me
None of you niggas would press me
I get more pus*y than Preston
My niggas bang red paisley, that’s for real
I made a full million off my deal
I made a full 5 out the next
Stupid b*tch tried to front on my name
I screenshotted every single text
b*tch I bite like a T-Rex
My future b*tch look better than my next
My next b*tch look like a top model
She suck d*ck like a baby bottle.

I’ma tell you like this, man
Youngest nigga in this motherf*cker, man
I’m not askin’ for your respect
I give a f*ck if you f*ck with me, nigga
I got M’s, nigga versuri-lyrics.info
I’m talkin’ ’bout the letter before N, nigga
M’s, b*tch boy.

I didn’t ask for respect, no
All I care about it my check
Louis Vuitton on my sneakers
My main b*tch a diva, she is a d*ck pleaser
Uh, I never miss like I’m Curry
Yeah, can’t eat that pus*y if it’s furry
My b*tch pus*y pink just like Kirby
My b*tch suck it up just like Kirby
She drives whips like it’s Kentucky Derby
She tote pistols so no one can hurt me
Don’t even try it though
I hit your mama at the Hyatt House
Then I offered her Waffle House
That b*tch could never see my penthouse
sh*t that’s just a fact
I nutted all on her back
I nutted all on her tracks
Slid my black card through her cracks
Nasty young nigga, I’m all in it
Posted on the block in a ball fitted
Posted on the block with the same niggas
I got that guap and it change niggas
Rappin’ a*s niggas love Dracos
I love the AR ’cause its range different
Ain’t supposed to talk about guns
‘Cause I gotta lot of sh*t goin’
I was trying to be the nice guy
Until these niggas thought I was hoein’
These niggas thought I was pus*y
I had to show ’em I’m ’bout it
I put that b*tch on my Snapchat
Watch how she start feelin’ clouted
She gon’ suck everyone around me
Fresh as hell like I wash laundry with Bounty
I can’t front like I didn’t come from my county
I know where I’m from, I’m my daddy’s son
I never switched up one time
Pick up that back end now it’s ice time
This boujee b*tch said that she’s hungry
Well stupid lil’ b*tch it’s rice timeee.(dirty mouth)
Lil Yachty lyrics
Video mouth

2 Chainz – Big Amount (feat. Drake) (Pretty Girls Like Trap Music Album)

I’mma tell you, I’mma tell you this right now
If you, if you woke up this mornin’, nigga you winnin’ for real
I got a big amount, I took a different route
I am the pick of the litter
I was in juvy, they gave me community
I had to pick up some litter
I want it easy, please do not tease me
I wore my Yeezys to dinner
This is the season, I got the seasonin’
Don’t make me sprinkle you niggas
I got my reasons, you wanna please me
Send me the pussy, not pictures
Met her this week and fucked her this evenin’
She turn to freak on the liquor
Yeah, I am a boss on these bitches
Yeah, I pour some Voss on these bitches
Yeah, I have no thoughts on these bitches
Yeah, rock Double Cross on these bitches, yeah
Dearly departed, gather today
On some Prince shit
You know what they say
Me and my safe, got a friendship
Ten on me, thin weight, flip weight, gettin’ paid
Gettin’ laid
Bitch made, took off sick days
6 trey, 64 bounce, bitch, bounce
Hood nigga, favorite spot was the Waffle House
Patty melt with the hash browns
Tryna avoid all the pat downs
Tryna avoid all the lame hoes
Weirdos in the background
Black out when I back out
Blow the horn for a pedestrian
Shawty ride like an equestrian
I bought the dress that she in
Red bottoms in his and hers
Got a Rollie in his and hers
Got a car in his and hers
Walk in the zoo and say, "Pick a fur"
Last night was a blur to me
This mornin’ I got two with me
I don’t know what to do with me
Goin’ ape like the zoo with me
Got a tool with the screw missin’
Two girls in the pool kissin’
Everywhere I go, the rod with me
‘Cause these niggas actin’ too fishy
Fuck y’all niggas on, man?
Duffle bag forever
Just left V Live
Atlanta could never die as long as Tit alive
Yeah
Look, I got a big amount
I think I’m the biggest out
Got hits and I ain’t even put ’em out
Lit and you can’t even put it out
Got the Billboard melodies
Rap is somethin’ I do on the side
Crossed over to the other side
And I didn’t even have to die
Got the money and I never show it
Let a nigga try to play heroic
Michael Jackson talkin’ to me in my dreams
And he say, "You bad and you know it"
Better shamone with my check then
I’m a J. Prince investment
Niggas love to talk reckless
Then see me like best friends
Got the sand colored FN
And I’ve never seen the inside of a Marriott or a Westin
Five stars, nothin’ less than
Fuck niggas on your payroll
And you let ’em know the safe code
And you knew him for a month though
But you call them niggas big bro
You could move in the Hidden Hills
And we still don’t live by the same code
I’m respected everywhere I go
Nigga, long live Bankroll
Skip the rainbow, funny style shit
And it’s straight to the pot of gold
Somebody, everybody know
6 God with the god flow

GoldLink – See I Miss Pt. 2

[Hook: Goldlink]
Who kneeewww, yeah
That I would even miss that bitch
That I would even miss that bitch
That I would even miss that bitch
Who kneeewww, yeah
That I would even miss that bitch
That I would even miss that bitch
That I would even miss that bitch

[Verse 1: Goldlink]
Yeah, yeah
Drinking on some liquor tryna’ cope with the changes
And all my exes ain’t shit, so they shall remain nameless
And all them bitches that I lied to ran around wit’ just to spite you
And my mama met a couple and she told me they ain’t like you
What you do to me
I’m still tryna find peace and unity
I hope it’s you they get to speak up at my eulogy
Cause who could vouch for me like you could vouch me, my baby?
I think I’m comin round to driving I might scoop you lady
So we can fuck like we would fuck way back at mama house
And we would eat late at IHOP or at the Waffle House, know what I’m talkin’ bout
And I’ma hit ya phone cause shorty we should talk it out

[Hook: Goldlink]
Who kneeewww, yeah
That I would even miss that bitch
Miss that bitch
That I would even miss that bitch
Who kneeewww, yeah
That I would even miss that bitch
Miss that bitch
That I would even miss that bitch

[Verse 2: Marsha Ambrosius]
There’s a better way to say that
A love like this you should miss, I know
But you tried to explain it, I am not complacent
I provide you water, take care of your daughter
I ain’t trppin’ over nothing, neither either or that
The weather got stormy, bringing them bullets
With the suburban, hittin’ that bourbon
Nobody will love you like I did just like I do
And I forgive you when you do it again
And again
I got you back when they don’t
I hit you back when you won’t
Me I’ll beeee, you’ll feel it when I’m gone
Don’t matter whose been around, I’m (?) getcha
By your side, with ya
With a side to cuff this shit and let it ride
It will be alright, alright, alright, alright
Alright, alright, alright, alright
Nobody will love you like I did just like I do
And I forgive you when you do it again
And again yeahhh

[Hook: Goldlink + Anderson .Paak]
Who kneeewww, yeah
That I would even miss that bitch
Miss that bitch
What’s a love like this
That I would even miss that bitch
Who kneeewww, yeah
That I would even miss that bitch
Who kneeewww, yeah
That I would even miss that bitch

[Outro: Marsha Ambrosius]
Don’t you miss me baby?
Don’t you miss me baby?
Don’t you miss me baby?
Don’t you miss me baby?
Don’t you miss me baby?
Baby

Kanye West – 30 Hours (The Life Of Pablo Album)

[Intro]
Baby lion goes
Where the islands go

[Verse 1]
You say you never saw this comin’, well you’re not alone
Million dollar renovations to a happy home
My ex says she gave me the best years of her life
I saw a recent picture of her, I guess she was right
I wake up, assessin’ the damages
Checkin’ MediaTakeOut
Pictures of me drunk walkin’ out with a bitch
But it’s blurry enough to get the fake out
I wake up, all veggies no eggs
I hit the gym, all chest no legs
Yep, then I made myself a smoothie
Yeah, then me and wifey make a movie
Chicago – St. Louis, St. Louis to Chicago
Ándale Ándale E.I, E.I, oh, oh
You had me drivin’ far enough to switch the time zone
You was the best of all time at the time though
Yeah, you wasn’t mine though

[Hook]
But I still drove 30 hours
But still drove 30 hours to you

[Verse 2]
I remember rapping for Jay and Cam
Young producer just trying to get his flows off
I remember being nervous to do Victoria Secret
‘Til I pictured everybody with they clothes off
Expedition was Eddie Bauer edition
I’m drivin’ with no winter tires in December
Skrrt skrrt skrrt like a private school for women
Then I get there and all the Popeye’s is finished girl
You don’t love me, you just pretendin’
I need that happy beginnin’, middle and endin’
Chicago, St. Louis, St. Louis to Chicago
It’s gettin’ hot in hurr, that’s all that I know
Got a hotel room, 3 stars for you
You call down for an omelet
Girl it’s 5 in the morning
You realize we at the DoubleTree, not the Aria
Only thing open is Waffle House, girl don’t start with me
I used the Western Union for you like it’s no prob
Cause you was in college complainin’ about it’s no jobs
But you were suckin’ a nigga’s dick the whole time
Well I guess a blowjob’s better than no job

[Hook]
And I drove back 30 hours

[Bridge]
Were remains that long to lose sad
Better unsaid
Always turn, oh

[Outro]
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Where the islands go
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Where the islands go

2 Chainz – Here We Go Again (Hibachi For Lunch Album) letras

[Intro]
Yeah, let me catch a motherfucking wave
I got a Chanel surfboard let me catch a wave

[Verse 1]
Woke up this morning
Dick look like a flag pole
Gotta catch me a bad throat
Shit, 200 on the dash board
If you feeling froggy lil nigga gonna jump he still a lil tadpole
Yeah I move a little tad slow cause I’m sipping on the castro

[Hook]
Here we go again
I drink a four again
Not going poor again
Young nigga supposed to win
I asked the Lord to forgive me
I used to jugg at Spondivits
Diamonds for wife and the children
This is my life I’ma live it

[Verse 2]
I got Jesus on my pendant
Been hustling since an appendix
When you look up I’m lieutenant
When you look up for attendance
Gucci sun all of my tennis
Make this shit look like a business
Make killers look like a witness
Make shopping look like a fitness
Ran the trap fuck the Olympics
You wasn’t there you must missed it
I posted pics on my Insta
Don’t you become a statistic
Don’t you know I know logistics
Still got Riri on my wishlist
Your lady got me on her hit list
Don’t think you gonna forget this

[Hook]
Here we go again
I drink a four again
Not going poor again
Young nigga supposed to win
I asked the Lord to forgive me
I used to jugg at Spondivits
Diamonds for wife and the children
This is my life I’ma live it

[Skit + Hook]
Yeah, I know they like whats he saying
Spondivits, that’s some south side shit
Some Atlanta shit, Virginia Avenue
I used to go up in there get me a bucket of crab legs, melted butter
But at the same time I got a jug in the parking lot though, you dig
Here we go again
I drink a four again
Not going poor again
Young nigga supposed to win
I asked the Lord to forgive me
I used to jugg at Spondivits
Diamonds for wife and the children
This is my life I’ma live it
I tell em’, I tell em’ meet me over there by the Waffle House
I’m selling bags though no lil shit no poquito

[Outro]
Muy grande, muy muy grande, plug talk
You muy poquito, me muy grande