Cupcakke – Discounts Lyrics

Yeah, must not want me to have to ask
Niggas want smoke, I pass the gas
Milkin’ this shit like half and half
Two nights of the Drac’, that’s back to back
I had a nigga that text my phone like "Bae, get ready, go pack a bag"
Said he on his way, in the back of the cab, I said "Hold on, I have to laugh" (Hahahaha)
On the gang, niggas broke as hell, ain’t doing well, straight buffing
I’m cupcakKe, but I’ll muff a bitch so motherf*ckers just call me "Muffins" (Brrra)
Couple bitches claimin’ they want smoke ’til I pull up with the Dutches
Come around, screamin’ "Ten toes down", be the same bitches with crutches
Yeah, bitch, no, I’m not feelin’ ya
f*ck 12, no pedophilia
Keep a bank with me like Azealia
On the verse, then I’m billy, yeah
Nigga thought he was gettin’ ass
If you show cash, just throw bread
But I think the f*ck not… like Cardi forehead!
Underrated but I know they hate it and ain’t no debating that I’m elevating
Ever since I made it, niggas that I dated acting aggravated, ’cause I’m fragulated
You send ten bands for a verse back but your verse whack so I got you waiting
And every time I send a verse back, they on thin ice ’cause they know I’m skating
And that bitch is lurking on Instagram, tryna find out where my wealth bouncin’
Same bitches walkin’ in Walmart to get free shit in self-checkout
Let it marinate, give it ten seconds
Different L’s, just different lessons
Now this nigga wanna share blessings ’cause the p*ssy tighter than a pair of leggings
I’m cool, nigga, I’m good, nigga
I’m so damn straight
Put a nigga in quarantine when he see the chopper, make ’em don’t leave gate

And when I need that Birkin bag, don’t go in stores, I call up Trey
And you know I stomp the yard in this bitch, when I make wine from the grapes

‘Cause I got discounts on discounts
If you think that I’m soft
And it’s that big discount, bitch
Knockin’ half your shit off
I got discounts on discounts
If you think that I’m soft
Chopper go "Boom, boom, boom, boom"
Knockin’ half your shit off

I need an umbrella
Bitch this drip, drop (What else?)
We in Bora Bora
Takin’ drip trips
I’m in the Rolls Royce
You in a Lyft, Lyft (Skrr)
I heard your album
I just skip, skip
That shit was weak as hell
On the [?]
So fly like Tinkerbell
Foreign [?] my English fail
You out bein’ a hoe, while I’m pickin’ up dough
It look like my pizza fell
Travellin’ from dick to dick
Might as well go get your visa mailed (Hahaha)
I’m on that gang shit
Blow out your brains bitch
I had your family holdin’ up signs, like "Say his name, bitch" (On God)
Don’t get too anxious
‘Cause shit get dangerous
This bitch didn’t wax my eyebrows right, went out with a bang, bitch
You are a nobody with nobodies
And you shaped with no body (God damn)
Gon’ make a nigga put a date on me, yeah call him Yo Gotti
My whips got horsepowers, so I might as well pick a Megan for hotties
Bitch got bars and love [?] Did I drop soap? Yeah, probably

‘Cause I got discounts on discounts
If you think that I’m soft
And it’s that big discount, bitch
Knockin’ half your shit off
I got discounts on discounts
If you think that I’m soft
Chopper go "Boom, boom, boom, boom"
Knockin’ half your shit off

Derez Deshon – Hardaway (Remix) (feat. 2 Chainz & Yo Gotti)

[Intro: Derez De’shon & DJ Envy]
Derez De’shon (yeah)
This is the remix
I got dreams of livin’ lavish, in the kitchen whippin’ magic
DJ Envy, Derez De’shon
I got dreams of livin’ lavish, in the kitchen whippin’ magic (bad, bad)
Yo Gotti, 2 Chainz
Bad bitches, bad habits
We got London on da Track
Yeah

[Verse 1: Yo Gotti & DJ Envy]
I ain’t asked nan nigga for nun, I had to grind for it (word)
Ain’t battle rappin’ none of these niggas, ain’t got time for it (nah)
My homies gon’ bust me, I’m livin’ luxury, rockin’ this Tom Ford
My mind been through, the Hardaway (Penny)
I went bought a Audemaur today (plain) (Envy)
I was sellin’ cocaina, I was in the dope but the meaner
Yeah, I fell in love with the white girl (white girl), on the first day that I seen her (yeah)
Dirty money, put it in the cleaner, big head hundrid like Gina
Shootin’ bullets, goin’ back and forward like a nigga playin’ tennis
Must be Venus and Serena, yeah
In refridgerator, nothin’ to eat, I’ma go starve today (go starve today)
Lookin’ like Treyvon but I got a big gun and I’ma go rob today (rob today)
Tried to tellin’ people I’m just a rapper but they wanna investigate me
Bought me two white slappers, goin’ to estimate me
I was sellin’ dope when I was 12 (12), always had hate for the 12 (12)
I was out late night tryna get to it, you had to be in before 12 (12)
Big ass L, came out the city, I look Hardaway
Why they trade Z-Bo to the Kings?
Took the team, took the city heart away

[Chorus: Derez De’shon & DJ Envy]
I ain’t asked nan nigga for nun, I took the harder way (I took the harder way)
12 pulled me over, caught me with the dope, they took my hard away (they took my hard away)
Pourin’ liquor for my niggas that’s gone, thug holiday (thug holiday)
Young Penny Hardaway (yeah), Hardaway, yeah
I ain’t asked nan nigga for nun, I took the harder way (harder way) (this is the remix)
12 pulled me over, caught me with the dope, they took my hard away (they took my hard away) (this is the remix)
Hardaway (Hardaway), Hardaway (Hardaway)
Hardaway (Hardaway), young Penny Hardaway

[Verse 2: Derez De’shon, DJ Envy & 2 Chainz]
I’m number 1 like I’m Penny, I used to shop JC Penney (yeah, yeah)
Now I go fuck up in Lenox, spend a few hundreds on Penny’s (yeah, yeah)
Ever since I can remember, since elementary, all I wanted was millions
I used to steal from my grandmama change drawer just to flex on them lil bitty bitches, I be like (uh)
I be out after the street light (yeah), these niggas ain’t ’bout that street life (no)
My block was hot before Lil Wayne was Tunechi, I ain’t even kiss my baby g-night (mwah)
Before Tity Boi had turned to 2 Chainz, yeah

[Verse 3: 2 Chainz]
2 Chainz, I’m a livin’ legend, I been buckin’ 7
I don’t fuck with 12, I don’t even drive a 911
Treat the Panamera like a peasant
Bitch wanna ball with me, I hit ’em with the hesit’
Plain Jane Rollie, this a present
I done sold hoes, I done sold residue
This incredible, it’s inevitable
You don’t trick these folk, talkin’ ’bout things that you would never do (true)
Feds did a sweep in the A, they took the squad away
I was sellin’ bags at Irene, right where my mama stay
I ain’t never had to fabricate, auntie been locked up from ’88
I’m the bomb, watch me to detonate, I’m the best rapper up out the A
Used to sell bags, now I graduate, I got the trap on my resume
I got the crib with the pool and the lake and the gate with the yard, that’s too big to rake
Turned up a notch and I elevate, I got a new album on the way
Rappers or go to the league, what I’m really sayin’ is that ain’t the only way

[Chorus: Derez De’shon & 2 Chainz]
I ain’t asked nan nigga for nun, I took the harder way (I took the harder way) (yeah, tell ’em)
12 pulled me over, caught me with the dope, they took my hard away (they took my hard away) (skrrt, alright)
Pourin’ liquor for my niggas that’s gone, thug holiday (thug holiday)
Young Penny Hardaway (yeah), Hardaway, yeah (Southside, yeah)
I ain’t asked nan nigga for nun, I took the harder way (harder way) (2 Chainz)
12 pulled me over, caught me with the dope, they took my hard away (they took my hard away)
Hardaway (Hardaway), Hardaway (Hardaway)
Hardaway (Hardaway), young Penny Hardaway

[Outro: DJ Envy]
This is the remix
DJ Envy, Derez De’shon
Yo Gotti, 2 Chainz
Commission Records

Chris Brown – Pills & Automobiles (feat. Yo Gotti, A Boogie Wit Da Hoodie & Kodak Black)

[Intro: Chris Brown]
Ow

[Chorus: Chris Brown]
Wet, wet, wet, wet
Wet, wet, wet, wet
Wet, wet, wet, wet
Wet, wet, oh baby

[Post-Chorus: Chris Brown]
Ba-ba-baby
Just tryna change your life (ba-ba-baby)
I’m just tryna change your life (ba-ba-baby)
Just tryna change your life (ba-ba-baby), oh baby

[Verse 1: Chris Brown]
Bitch, you outta line, why you waste my time?
I’m tryna smoke, tryna get high, see it in my eyes
I know she playin’ both sides, that bitch tellin’ lies
But my dick give her a high, she down for the ride
Them hatin’ bitches kill the vibe, fuck it, live your life
Bad bitches in Hawaii, umbrella with ice
10 bad bitches on my side, make ’em all my wife
Smokin’ on the finest ganja, she like China white

[Bridge: Chris Brown]
Poppin’ all these pills she said she used to it
She wanna go way up, okay baby, if you used to it
And I know that you a grown woman
And I know that you know what you’re doing

[Chorus: Chris Brown & Yo Gotti]
Wet, wet, wet, wet (yeah)
Wet, wet, wet, wet (I-I-I, I am)
Wet, wet, wet, wet
Wet, wet, oh baby

[Verse 2: Yo Gotti]
I’m a King baby
You from the hood but you a Queen baby
Ass fat it can’t even fit in them jeans, baby
Matchin’ Wraith with the stars, baby
I’m a street nigga, I’m supposed to really be behind bars, baby
Really wanna be faithful but this shit hard, baby
Yup, I got the pussy first and then I ignored you
You fucked another nigga, you ain’t loyal
I told you bring a friend, this shit gettin’ borin’
She asked me what we are, we just cordial
I’m a gangsta I can make a wet, wet turn into a pool (splash)
She help me count the money in the trap then she go back to school (school, school, school)
If a nigga ever play with bae, shit it’s breaking news (pow)
She got 50 pointers on her neck, Pateks that’s matchin’ jewels

[Chorus: Chris Brown & Yo Gotti]
Wet, wet, wet, wet (yeah)
Wet, wet, wet, wet (ayy, yeah, ayy, yeah)
Wet, wet, wet, wet (wet, yeah, wet)
Wet, wet, oh baby (wet, wet, wet)

[Verse 3: A Boogie Wit Da Hoodie]
I just wanna show you off, I don’t wanna do you wrong
Mirror mirror on the wall, who’s the flyest of ’em all?
I get money when I want, I can fuck her if I want
Baby, you can take it off, I’m that nigga with the sauce (ayy, yeah)
Whole lot of Saint Laurent, can’t remember what it cost (ayy, yeah)
Bitch, I’m feelin’ like a boss, spit on it and lick it off (ayy, yeah)
You know we can run it up, tell me what you really want
I know I can break you off, come here lemme break you off
If you ever wanna fuck, can I be the one you call?
If you wanna be a star, I can tell you what it cost
I was gonna put you on, I was gonna put you on
I was gonna change your life, girl but I don’t wanna break your heart

[Chorus: Chris Brown]
Wet, wet, wet, wet
Wet, wet, wet, wet
Wet, wet, wet, wet
Wet, wet, oh baby

[Post-Chorus: Chris Brown]
Ba-ba-baby
Just tryna change your life (ba-ba-baby)
I’m just tryna change your life (ba-ba-baby)
Just tryna change your life (ba-ba-baby), oh baby

[Verse 4: Kodak Black]
I can change your whole sauce, you a lil’ mo’ spicy (yeah)
Now you dealin’ with a boss, I might treat you rightly (nah)
No more Macy jewelry, baby, now you drippin’ icy (ayy)
You keep hangin’ ’round me, baby, you’ll start talkin’ like me
Got my own lingo, I can change your whole lil’ ego
I be swimmin’ in the money, baby, whish torpedo
I ain’t like these rapper niggas, they is not my stylo
I’ma call you back, I’m with my niggas shootin’ c-low
I might change my old ways for you, baby
I can change your whole wave, now you wavey
Now you glamorous​​, I’m out your element
I’m too reckless for you, girl, it’s evident

[Chorus: Chris Brown]
Wet, wet, wet, wet
Wet, wet, wet, wet
Wet, wet, wet, wet
Wet, wet, oh baby

[Post-Chorus: Chris Brown]
Ba-ba-baby
Just tryna change your life (ba-ba-baby)
I’m just tryna change your life (ba-ba-baby)
Just tryna change your life (ba-ba-baby), oh baby

Lately – Moneybagg Yo feat. Yo Gotti lyrics

Lyrics Moneybagg Yo – Lately

Just had a fallout with my nigga so it’s been f*ck him lately
Tryna make everybody happy, s**t gonna rub me crazy
I’m still prepared for the worst, keep a strap on me daily
It’s just me against the world, how a nigga been feeling lately
Lately, I ain’t been lettin’ nothin’ faze me
Latelyyy, I been countin’ money on the daily
Latelyyy, I been f*ckin’ b*tches that ain’t basic
Latelyyy, I been servin’ patients, ducking cases.

As soon as I walk in, don’t do the talkin’
I’m knowin’ she gon’ be ready
I’m livin’ the thug life
Scarf tatted around my head like 2Pac Makiavelli
My pockets on fat, I’m playin’ with them racks
So I’m feelin’ extra heavy
I’m surrounded in ice, plus I got the stick on me
You can call me Wayne Gretzky
Latelyyy, lately, I been drippin’ that sauce like gravy
Quarter mil on me, two eighty
Ain’t a thing on me fugazi, yeah
Latelyyy, lately, ain’t gon’ lie, man s**t been crazy
Broke the news to my b*tch, I just had another baby yeahhh.

Just had a fallout with my nigga so it’s been f*ck him lately
Tryna make everybody happy, s**t gonna rub me crazy
I’m still prepared for the worst, keep a strap on me daily
It’s just me against the world, how a nigga been feeling lately
Latelyyy, I ain’t been lettin’ nothin’ faze me
Latelyyy, I been countin’ money on the daily
Latelyyy, I been f*ckin’ b*tches that ain’t basic
Latelyyy, I been servin’ patients, ducking cases.

Look, lately I have had the strangest feelings, word to Jodeci
Latelyyy I been lowkey but my jewelry make you notice me
Latelyyy I’m a movie everybody wanna go to see
Latelyyy I go foreign, everything I got from overseas
Stop runnin’ ’round sayin’ that you used to date me
Like Janet say, what have you done for me lately?
Show them niggas love then they turn around and hate me
But can’t break me, ’cause they ain’t make me
I give them niggas what they ask for
They ain’t even gotta say please
Got gorillas that’ll wash you
I be where them bathing apes be
Got a bad b*tch, she shapely
f*ck me like she tryna rape me
My wrist cold like Minnesota, she comin’ through with that AP
Run it up.

Just had a fallout with my nigga so it’s been f*ck him lately
Tryna make everybody happy, s**t gonna rub me crazy
I’m still prepared for the worst, keep a strap on me daily
It’s just me against the world, how a nigga been feeling lately
Latelyyy, I ain’t been lettin’ nothin’ faze me
Latelyyy, I been countin’ money on the daily
Latelyyy, I been f*ckin’ b*tches that ain’t basic
Latelyyy, I been servin’ patients, ducking cases.

Latelyyy I been gettin’ to the money on these niggas
I been so one hundred on these niggas
I ain’t gotta try to do it, I done did it on these niggas
Yeah, ugh, shitted on these niggas versuri-lyrics.info
Case dismissed, acquitted on these niggas
Yeah, truck, Bentley on these niggas
Yeah, go hard, I’m from Memphis
I ain’t never put faith in these h**s, had feelings on these niggas
Homeboy with the s**t so it’s been f*ck him lately
Homegirl super thick, f*ck around have my baby
Watch queen of the south, wishing that was my lady
CMG the new Cash Money, I guess I’m Baby
Latelyyy, I been feelin’ super antisocial
Been paranoid, don’t you speak to me if I don’t know you
Baby, ain’t paying for no p***y, I don’t owe you
Extort me, that will never happen, I done told you
I ain’t f*ckin’ with you right now.

Just had a fallout with my nigga so it’s been f*ck him lately
Tryna make everybody happy, s**t gonna rub me crazy
I’m still prepared for the worst, keep a strap on me daily
It’s just me against the world, how a nigga been feeling lately
Latelyyy, I ain’t been lettin’ nothin’ faze me
Latelyyy, I been countin’ money on the daily
Latelyyy, I been f*ckin’ b*tches that ain’t basic
Latelyyy, I been servin’ patients, ducking casesss.

Moneybagg lyrics
Video Moneybagg Yo

Yo Gotti feat. Kodak Black – Weatherman Lyrics

(Chorus – Kodak Black)
So much cheese on that cover man
We just hit a lick for 10 bands
But now I need 100 grand
Got cookie like the gingerbread man
All these hunneds on my rubber bands
Shut up, you’re irrelevant
Make it rain, call me thunder man
Damn it, where the weatherman at?

(Verse 1 – Yo Gotti)
Trap money, made my mark
250 in my pocket, I can buy a rari
I’m young, black and rich, I know I’m a target
If I put my hands up, they gon shoot regardless
I just bought my sister that new Benz
This money turn your enemies to friends
Lil bi**h tryna chop me for the pu**y
So I would never fuck that hoe again
Audemaur, nig, been a star, just bought another car
I been selling bricks, so white Adidas would have to charge
Cocaine had a ni**a far, all my dogs know who they are
All my plugs gon bring they pack, all my hoes gon play they part
I’m the weather man, whatever man
Make it rain, make it snow, tell a hoe
I’ma change her
Like f**k her then tell her she gotta go
They like Gotti, where the forecast at?
I predict a lot of snow coming in, with a little Kodak

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(Chorus – Kodak Black)
So much cheese on that cover man
We just hit a lick for 10 bands
But now I need 100 grand
Got cookie like the gingerbread man
All these hunneds on my rubber bands
Shut up, you’re irrelevant
Make it rain, call me thunder man
Damn it, where the weatherman at?

(Verse 2 – Kodak Black)
You run up, I’m gon bust you then ask
That Kodak, he got so much damn swag
You always out your lane, your pants sag
Lil boy, you need to go to damn class
I just bought my mom a Louis handbag
I just run a target for 10 bands
Lil ni**as getting all the damn cash
So that why all you ni**as getting mad
No government a ni**a can’t cheat
I was in the trap since elementary
20 caps, can call me Ali
Might take another trip to Larry
50 bi**h, look at your damn feet
He come behind me on the banshee
Did I tell you what I hit for 10 G?
Me and Jackboy like Ed and Eddy

(Chorus – Kodak Black)
So much cheese on that cover man
We just hit a lick for 10 bands
But now I need 100 grand
Got cookie like the gingerbread man
All these hunneds on my rubber bands
Shut up, you’re irrelevant
Make it rain, call me thunder man
Damn it, where the weatherman at?

AJ Tracey & MJ Cole – The Rumble letras

[Verse 1: AJ Tracey]
We’ve got the city locked down
Everybody wants to copy our sound
Left of the map, left of the compass
Got the vibes on the roads that’ll lick a man down
Young bruddas got the energy locked
Got the remedy stocked and the melody’s strong
Good vibes, gotta keep the enemies gone
Any bad vibes, man will get their enemies boxed
L-O-N, fam, the city’s on top
We could bring it to your city on top
Tryna aim a lyric here? Long shot
You ain’t part of the gang, you’re lost
You ain’t been team, fam or squaddy
Netflix, catch some joke but no Corrie
Girls send me snaps of kitty like Yo Gotti
"AJ, what’s your next move?" Man, don’t worry

[Hook: AJ Tracey]
London, it’s the jungle
It’s the rumble but we function
It’s the mandem, it’s the truncheon
It’s the bassline, it’s the dungeon
London, it’s the jungle
It’s the rumble but we function
It’s the mandem, it’s the truncheon
It’s the bassline, it’s the dungeon

[Post-Hook: AJ Tracey]
It’s the rumble
It’s the rumble

[Verse 2: AJ Tracey]
We’ve got the city on smash
Make tunes, we make moves and make cash
Real dudes, we don’t move with fake crabs
Get yats who put gash in our cabs
Model tings and their friends at our gaff
Your sound, it’s all forced, you’re all wack
Your bars, they can’t stand on my track
Got road bars, potent bars for my cats
L-O-N, fam, the city’s too real
We could bring it to your city, we’re ill
Tryna make it for my bruddas, that’s trill
Get nicked? I’m a mute, I don’t squeal
My flow’s bananas, you can’t peel
I turn up just like the limitless pill
AJ and MJ, we’re like steel
I’m a new school brudda with an old school feel

[Hook: AJ Tracey]
London, it’s the jungle
It’s the rumble but we function
It’s the mandem, it’s the truncheon
It’s the bassline, it’s the dungeon
London, it’s the jungle
It’s the rumble but we function
It’s the mandem, it’s the truncheon
It’s the bassline, it’s the dungeon

[Post-Hook: AJ Tracey]
It’s the rumble
It’s the rumble

[Verse 3: AJ Tracey]
We’ve got the city, it’s ours
Young bruddas in some really fast cars
Pretty women in their knickers and bras
Dark parties full of liquors and bars
Don’t copy, be yourself, it’s calm
Youth’s out, better ring the alarm
Positivity, not every day arms
Running riot with a bottle in my palm
Four wings, I paid for one less
Now I’m grinning teeth all because the bossman’s blessed
Reached 21, I passed that test
Never wanted to enhance Mum’s stress
Now I’m touring round the world, it’s vibes
Tryna earn, I wanna bring my guys
Couple yatties and a drink, we’re nice
Love my city, love my Gs, love life

[Hook: AJ Tracey]
London, it’s the jungle
It’s the rumble but we function
It’s the mandem, it’s the truncheon
It’s the bassline, it’s the dungeon
London, it’s the jungle
It’s the rumble but we function
It’s the mandem, it’s the truncheon
It’s the bassline, it’s the dungeon

[Hook: AJ Tracey]
London, it’s the jungle
It’s the rumble but we function
It’s the mandem, it’s the truncheon
It’s the bassline, it’s the dungeon
London, it’s the jungle
It’s the rumble but we function
It’s the mandem, it’s the truncheon
It’s the bassline, it’s the dungeon

[Outro: AJ Tracey]
It’s the rumble
AJ Tracey
AJ from the Lane
MJ Cole
And we’re inside, what you saying?