$ha Hef – Dope Dealer

[Hook]
You a broke nigga, I’m a dope nigga
You a broke nigga, I’m a coke dealer
You a broke nigga, I’m a dope dealer
You a broke nigga, you got no figures
You a broke nigga, I’m a dope nigga
You a broke nigga, I’m a coke dealer
You a broke nigga, I’m a dope dealer
You a broke nigga, you got no figures

[Verse 1]
The sun rise where the sun set
I chase the money while a son rest
OTM, we the gun set
Delinquent payments leave your son wet
Leave a mess all over the drum set, want mines and nothin’ less
Used to be the sixth man now they callin’ me the Brick man
AKA bust a script, keep a hunnit clip in the stick man
Hustle, I am the boss but I started off as a hitman
Flossin’ all on my strip and it got you stripped to the wristband
Get back when I click-clack, new shotty, no kickbacks
Mishaps get them giftwrapped, body parts lookin’ mismatched
Left his head where his dicks at, handgrenade where his bitch at
Put the gun where his lips at, all for doin’ that chit-chat
They say I’m vile, fuck it I take it
Stack money long as the Nile and it’s all for my mommas smile
[?]
All in a leap year, let your man rob me for a cheap fare, we share
Part of my stature, I treat your jaw like the Lord and it’s gettin’ fractured
Cop it then whip it after
This shit I’m sippin’ got me caught up in a rapture
Even when I’m throwed it ain’t a throne I couldn’t capture

[Hook]
You a broke nigga, I’m a dope nigga
You a broke nigga, I’m a coke dealer
You a broke nigga, I’m a dope dealer
You a broke nigga, you got no figures
You a broke nigga, I’m a dope nigga
You a broke nigga, I’m a coke dealer
You a broke nigga, I’m a dope dealer
You a broke nigga, ain’t got no figures

[Verse 2]
Before I was a standout niggas knew I was standup
Heard you took the stand on your homie and gave your mans up
Jack boys came, we turned pussy then gave them grams up
Police brought the pressure, they panickin’, get they plans up
You ain’t my kin, I ate your bitch and chased it with a shot of gin
She told you she got the gin
I know that I’m prone to sin, I know that I’m prone to win
I know that I’m prone to pull up and serve a nigga and spin
The weed musty, the juice dirty, the blade rusty
I’m unlucky, I triple crossed you, can’t trust me
My [?], my trap jumpin’, the fiends dusty
I owe Papi my work fire, I lean busty
Any season keep the snow like I’m Jack Frost
Five star telly, you’re posted up in a crack loft
Pounds get lost in the postal, now that’s a pack loss
Told the plug double the order and got the pack off
I’m a real trapper you niggas just some pedestrians
Polo all over my body like an equestrian
Shorty got that wet hair, she wavy, feel like I’m jetskiing
Slide up in that pussy then skate off I call it Gretzkyin’

Baby E – Bando (feat. Lil Wayne & Hoody Baby)

(Yeah, uh-huh)
(Yeah-eh)

[Hook: Baby E.]
I’ve been trappin out the bando
Chillin’ with my grandma
Grew up down in Florida
Raised me in the N.O
Say they raised me in the N.O, yeah

[Verse: Baby E.]
Shout out to my day-ones
And the place I came from
Living in the hills now
Used to be a trailer
Me and all my homies
We done came a long way
Copper catchin’ cases just for tryna steal bologna
Maybe he the prodigy
AKA the greatest
Fuck ’em if he hate
I’m the peoples’ favorite
Had to take the negative
Turn into a positive
Now I’m doing everything they probably thought I never could, yeah

[Verse: Lil Wayne]
Nothing’s ever easy (no)
Was on the outside looking in with a squeejee (oh)
Then I got the game from Juvie, Turk and B.G. (woah)
I went from wearing C-Z’s to yelling "bling-bling!"
Lord I remember when the birds was just "Tweety"
Moses wearing BEBE, not BC-BG
Lord I remember when these hoes wasn’t so freaky
Yes I remember when these hoes was being cheeky
But now they tweakin’ for a nigga, I’m a rockstar
I like my red carpet redder than my eyeballs
She got that pep in her step, I knock her socks off
And to the left, to the left, like a southpaw
And I keep dozing on them, off the codeine
She said I need to stop, bitch, guess who I don’t need
The drophead cost me a duffel bag of hundreds
It’s my way or the highway, and I see traffic coming (skrr)
And my homies got more white than abercrombie
So baby knock yourself out she started shadowboxing
And my homies wear all black, act like they gothic
And these hoes act like they topics, bitch we talk ’bout profits

[Hook: Baby E.]
I’ve been trappin out the bando
Chillin’ with my grandma
Grew up down in Florida
Raised me in the N.O
Say they raised me in the N.O, yeah

[Verse: Hoody Baby]
Bitch, I’m the man
Bitches used to call me manage
With that white girl, disappear, Vanish
Sell a whole thing for 32 like magic
Pull up with the plug, bitches think I speak Spanish
I remember back when a nigga never had shit
Just a bad bitch, 3 pounds, and a mattress
She ran off with the work, so it’s like I never had shit
I can’t even lie, I could have killed that bitch
Had to make a trap, she want the money or the hoes, my nigga
Coke prices up and down like gold, my nigga
Rockin’ shows, my nigga
Rockin’ O’s, my nigga
In the Double-R on this rocky road, my nigga

[Hook: Baby E.]
Trappin out the bando (Young Moolah, baby!)
Chillin’ with my grandma
Grew up down in Florida
Raised me in the end though
Say they raised me in the end though, yeah

[Verse: Baby E.]
Shout out to my day-ones
And the place I came from
Living in the hills now
Used to be a trailer
Me and all my homies
We done came a long way
Copper catchin’ cases just for tryna steal bologna

[Hook: Baby E.]
Trappin out the bando
Chillin’ with my grandma
Grew up down in Florida
Raised me in the end though
Say they raised me in the end though, yeah

Baby E. – Bando Lyrics

(Yeah, uh-huh)
(Yeah-eh)

[Hook: Baby E.]
I’ve been trappin out the bando
Chillin’ with my grandma
Grew up down in Florida
Raised me in the end though
Say they raised me in the end though, yeah

[Verse: Baby E.]
Shout out to my day-ones
And the place I came from
Living in the hills now
Used to be a trailer
Me and all my homies
We done came a long way
Copper catchin’ cases just for tryna steal bologna
Maybe he the prodigy
AKA the greatest
Fuck ’em if he hate
I’m the peoples’ favorite
Had to take the negative
Turn into a positive
Now I’m doing everything they probably thought I never could, yeah

[Verse: Lil Wayne]
Nothing’s ever easy (no)
Was on the outside looking in with a squeejee (oh)
Then I got the game from, [?] BG (woah)
I went from wearing C-Z’s to yellow bling-bling
Lord I remember when the birds was just tweeting
Moses wearing BB, not BC-BG
Lord I remember when these hoes was not so freaky
Yes I remember when these hoes was being cheeky
But now they tweakin’ for a nigga, I’m a rockstar
I like my red carpet redder than my eyeballs
She got that pep in her step, I knock her socks off
And to the left, to the left, like the south pole
And I keep dozing off, [?] the codeine
She said I need to stop, bitch, guess who I don’t need
The trap head cost me a duffel bag of hundreds
It’s my way or the highway, and I see traffic coming (skrr)
And my homies got more white than abercrombie
So baby knock yourself out she started shadowboxing
And my homies wear all black, act like they got that
And these hoes act like they topics, bitch we talk ’bout profits

[Hook: Baby E.]
I’ve been trappin out the bando
Chillin’ with my grandma
Grew up down in Florida
Raised me in the end though
Say they raised me in the end though, yeah

[Verse: Hoody Baby]
Bitch, I’m the man
Bitches used to call me manage
With that white girl, this a pair, vanish
Sell a whole thing for 32 like magic
Pull up with the plug, bitches think I speak Spanish
I remember back when a nigga never had shit
Just a bad bitch, 3 pounds, and a mattress
She ran off with the work, so it’s like I never had shit
I can’t even lie, I could have killed that bitch
Had to make a trap, she want the money or the hoes, my nigga
Coke prices up and down like gold, my nigga
Rockin’ shows, my nigga
Rockin’ O’s, my nigga
In the Double-R on this rocky road, my nigga

[Hook: Baby E.]
Trappin out the bando (Young Moolah, baby!)
Chillin’ with my grandma
Grew up down in Florida
Raised me in the end though
Say they raised me in the end though, yeah

[Verse: Baby E.]
Shout out to my day-ones
And the place I came from
Living in the hills now
Used to be a trailer
Me and all my homies
We done came a long way
Copper catchin’ cases just for tryna steal bologna

[Hook: Baby E.]
Trappin out the bando
Chillin’ with my grandma
Grew up down in Florida
Raised me in the end though
Say they raised me in the end though, yeah

YO GOTTI – Castro lyrics

(Yeah) Castro
Whoa, whoa, whoa (yeah)
Cubans on me like I’m Castro (yeah)
Bitches like I’m Castro, yah
Kickin’ bitches like I’m Castro (whoa)
Cuban cigar nigga
Spanish chick, JLo
Dope money, Pablo
The double cross you up, eyeball
Castro, Castro, Castro

Cubans on me like I’m Castro
Hit your bitch with a backstroke
Spanish bitch, JLo
Dope money, Pablo
Astronaut, take off
John Travolta (face off)
In the kitchen, have a bake off
She gon’ snort her whole damn face off
Cubans on me like I’m Castro
Hit your bitch with a backstroke
Spanish bitch, JLo
Dope money, Pablo
Astronaut, take off
John Travolta (face off)
In the kitchen, have a bake off
She gon’ snort her whole damn face off

EA Sports, I’m in the Playoffs (in the game)
I’m in Saks goin’ AWOL
I’m at Neimans goin’ AWOL
Hit your bitch in the Aloft
Head cool, but the pussy wack
Wanna unfuck her, get her pussy back
Cuban on your boy, I’m Castro
Hit your bitch with a backstroke
Medellín, Pablo
Money bags, Wells Fargo
Call my driver, where the car go?
100 thousand in my cargo
I get dope by the cargo
I got whips, no car note
I got whips, no slave
All my cribs got maids
All my cribs like a maze
Shit so big, they amazed
Still thuggin’, they amazed
Put me on a track with ‘Ye
In the kitchen rocking ‘Ye’s
In the trenches with the Js
Feds listenin’, we don’t do the phone
They record everythin’ we say

Cubans on me like I’m Castro
Hit your bitch with a backstroke
Spanish bitch, JLo
Dope money, Pablo
Astronaut, take off
John Travolta (face off)
In the kitchen, have a bake off
She gon’ snort her whole damn face off
Cubans on me like I’m Castro
Hit your bitch with a backstroke
Spanish bitch, JLo
Dope money, Pablo
Astronaut, take off
John Travolta (face off)
In the kitchen, have a bake off
She gon’ snort her whole damn face off

Quavo, honcho
My life like Pablo
Cuban hoes fall in love with a nigga
They’ll treat me like Fabio
Off white like shell toes
Stick to the money, velcro
Standin’ on the top ropes
Then I jump down, hit you with the elbow
Why do the birds need a plane if they can fly?
I be standin’ in the field with the fire
So many onions in the trap, make me cry
My styrofoam got more oil than Dubai
Ridin’ round with extendo
Ridin’ round with extendo
Never, never, serve ya kinfolk
Never, never, serve ya kinfolk
Niggas shootin’ out the window
Niggas shootin’ at your window
Yeah, you better keep your head low
Feds watchin’, better lay low

Cubans on me like I’m Castro
Hit your bitch with a backstroke
Spanish bitch, JLo
Dope money, Pablo
Astronaut, take off
John Travolta (face off)
In the kitchen, have a bake off
She gon’ snort her whole damn face off

Anti lame nigga
Take your girl like a pain killer
Just saw a picture of your first baby mama
Look like a train hit her
Can’t finesse me, I’m the finest
AKA, it’s your Highness
I don’t know if she got a snort habit
Or the bitch got sinus
Pyrex tried to sign us
Bakin’ soda tryna sign us
Got a red stove and a gold fork
Shit lookin’ like the ‘9’ers
Told shawty, you a minus
And I say it out of kindness
Cuban links change the climate
Dick tall, she can climb it
Sold so many damn bags
I coulda went diamond
Watch wristband diamond
On my neck look diamond
Simon says nigga stop takin’ my shit
Nigga, start rhymin’
4 rings like an Audi
Hotel suite, cloudy

Cubans on me like I’m Castro
Hit your bitch with a backstroke
Spanish bitch, JLo
Dope money, Pablo
Astronaut, take off
John Travolta (face off)
In the kitchen, have a bake off
She gon’ snort her whole damn face off

Yo Gotti – Castro lyrics

itemid=”http://www.directlyrics.com/yo-gotti-artist.html”>YO GOTTI Castro lyrics

(Yeah) Castro
Whoa, whoa, whoa (yeah)
Cubans on me like I’m Castro (yeah)
Bitches like I’m Castro, yah
Kickin’ bitches like I’m Castro (whoa)
Cuban cigar nigga
Spanish chick, JLo
Dope money, Pablo
The double cross you up, eyeball
Castro, Castro, Castro

Cubans on me like I’m Castro
Hit your bitch with a backstroke
Spanish bitch, JLo
Dope money, Pablo
Astronaut, take off
John Travolta (face off)
In the kitchen, have a bake off
She gon’ snort her whole damn face off
Cubans on me like I’m Castro
Hit your bitch with a backstroke
Spanish bitch, JLo
Dope money, Pablo
Astronaut, take off
John Travolta (face off)
In the kitchen, have a bake off
She gon’ snort her whole damn face off

EA Sports, I’m in the Playoffs (in the game)
I’m in Saks goin’ AWOL
I’m at Neimans goin’ AWOL
Hit your bitch in the Aloft
Head cool, but the pussy wack
Wanna unfuck her, get her pussy back
Cuban on your boy, I’m Castro
Hit your bitch with a backstroke
Medellín, Pablo
Money bags, Wells Fargo
Call my driver, where the car go?
100 thousand in my cargo
I get dope by the cargo
I got whips, no car note
I got whips, no slave
All my cribs got maids
All my cribs like a maze
Shit so big, they amazed
Still thuggin’, they amazed
Put me on a track with ‘Ye
In the kitchen rocking ‘Ye’s
In the trenches with the Js
Feds listenin’, we don’t do the phone
They record everythin’ we say

Cubans on me like I’m Castro
Hit your bitch with a backstroke
Spanish bitch, JLo
Dope money, Pablo
Astronaut, take off
John Travolta (face off)
In the kitchen, have a bake off
She gon’ snort her whole damn face off
Cubans on me like I’m Castro
Hit your bitch with a backstroke
Spanish bitch, JLo
Dope money, Pablo
Astronaut, take off
John Travolta (face off)
In the kitchen, have a bake off
She gon’ snort her whole damn face off

Quavo, honcho
My life like Pablo
Cuban hoes fall in love with a nigga
They’ll treat me like Fabio
Off white like shell toes
Stick to the money, velcro
Standin’ on the top ropes
Then I jump down, hit you with the elbow
Why do the birds need a plane if they can fly?
I be standin’ in the field with the fire
So many onions in the trap, make me cry
My styrofoam got more oil than Dubai
Ridin’ round with extendo
Ridin’ round with extendo
Never, never, serve ya kinfolk
Never, never, serve ya kinfolk
Niggas shootin’ out the window
Niggas shootin’ at your window
Yeah, you better keep your head low
Feds watchin’, better lay low

Cubans on me like I’m Castro
Hit your bitch with a backstroke
Spanish bitch, JLo
Dope money, Pablo
Astronaut, take off
John Travolta (face off)
In the kitchen, have a bake off
She gon’ snort her whole damn face off

Anti lame nigga
Take your girl like a pain killer
Just saw a picture of your first baby mama
Look like a train hit her
Can’t finesse me, I’m the finest
AKA, it’s your Highness
I don’t know if she got a snort habit
Or the bitch got sinus
Pyrex tried to sign us
Bakin’ soda tryna sign us
Got a red stove and a gold fork
Shit lookin’ like the ‘9’ers
Told shawty, you a minus
And I say it out of kindness
Cuban links change the climate
Dick tall, she can climb it
Sold so many damn bags
I coulda went diamond
Watch wristband diamond
On my neck look diamond
Simon says nigga stop takin’ my shit
Nigga, start rhymin’
4 rings like an Audi
Hotel suite, cloudy

Cubans on me like I’m Castro
Hit your bitch with a backstroke
Spanish bitch, JLo
Dope money, Pablo
Astronaut, take off
John Travolta (face off)
In the kitchen, have a bake off
She gon’ snort her whole damn face off

Red Cafe – She A Bad One (Remix) (feat. Cardi B) letras

[Hook: Red Cafe]
Bad bitch alert, bad bitch alert
Bad bitch alert, bad bitch alert
Oh yeah, she a bad one
Oh yeah, she a bad one
Bad bitch alert, bad bitch alert
Bad bitch alert, bad bitch alert
Oh yeah, she a bad one
Oh yeah, she a bad one
Bad bitch alert, bad bitch alert
Bad bitch alert, bad bitch alert
Oh yeah, she a bad one
Oh yeah, she a bad one

[Verse 1: Red Cafe]
Down girl from the city, she a bad one
Ass on G wagon, she with the action
Told me I was call her nasty, Miss Jackson
Everything designer, she with the fashion
Oh yeah, ooh, she ’bout her bankrolls
Slim, thick, ooh, I need a sample
She smart, not just a pretty face
Make it pop, earthquake, girl you my taste
Oh yeah, ooh, she a leather boss
Macaveli, ooh, I’m a outlaw
Most wanted, ooh, you want my hit list
Putting in work on fitness, I’m fucking with you
[Hook: Red Cafe]
Bad bitch alert, bad bitch alert
Bad bitch alert, bad bitch alert
Oh yeah, she a bad one
Oh yeah, she a bad one
Bad bitch alert, bad bitch alert
Bad bitch alert, bad bitch alert
Oh yeah, she a bad one
Oh yeah, she a bad one

[Verse 2: Cardi B]
Bad bitch alert, bad bitch
Looking bad, bitch alert cause he trashing the dirt
Facts ain’t get hurt, took trash in the Merc
Scratch what you heard, these hands fast and they work
So what’s popping trig?
Got a shiny Cartier every time I’m walking in
That’s that bad bitch alert, they know what time it is
Ass in bezerk, can’t get enough of it
I like commas, commas, commas
Put that ring, too much drama, drama, drama
And I put that on my mama, mama, mama
If the bitch try me, I’mma find her, find her, find her

[Hook: Red Cafe]
Bad bitch alert, bad bitch alert
Bad bitch alert, bad bitch alert
Oh yeah, she a bad one
Oh yeah, she a bad one
Bad bitch alert, bad bitch alert
Bad bitch alert, bad bitch alert
Oh yeah, she a bad one
Oh yeah, she a bad one

[Verse 3: E-40]
Lady boss, hella pretty
I bet that pussy slap, thick like she from Mississippi
Bitch hella bad, nipples poking out her shirt
They hella mad, they wanna find her cause they hurt
Jealous house, ball in they Griffin club
Your pantyhose, magazine, holster shows
Centrefolds, booty cheeks and stripper poles
Decimals, tricking niggas throw some more
Sophisticated, she a Delta
AKA say
Highly educated
Bad bitch alert, the gang celebrate it

[Hook: Red Cafe]
Bad bitch alert, bad bitch alert
Bad bitch alert, bad bitch alert
Oh yeah, she a bad one
Oh yeah, she a bad one
Bad bitch alert, bad bitch alert
Bad bitch alert, bad bitch alert
Oh yeah, she a bad one
Oh yeah, she a bad one
Bad bitch alert, bad bitch alert
Bad bitch alert, bad bitch alert
Oh yeah, she a bad one
Oh yeah, she a bad one

[Verse 4: Red Cafe]
In that ass department, that girl a heavyweight
What your dick load and she levitate
Shawty hop up on the pole and she demonstrate
I bet you never get some bands that’ll generate
Girl you got a whole lot
Sitting in them leggings, how you carry that around?
You bring it a whole lot
Bad bitch alert, she got a million dollar box
Gon’ keep your glass full, all the bitches swerve
I’mma need a Rolls Royce to handle the curves
Oh yeah, she a bad one, you got the boomerang
When they turn to stalkers, she on a newer thang

[Hook: Red Cafe]
Bad bitch alert, bad bitch alert
Bad bitch alert, bad bitch alert
Oh yeah, she a bad one
Oh yeah, she a bad one
Bad bitch alert, bad bitch alert
Bad bitch alert, bad bitch alert
Oh yeah, she a bad one
Oh yeah, she a bad one
Bad bitch alert, bad bitch alert
Bad bitch alert, bad bitch alert
Oh yeah, she a bad one
Oh yeah, she a bad one