A Boogie Wit Da Hoodie – She Love A

[Intro]
Ness on the beat
[Chorus]
She like, she don’t wanna fall in love, but she love A
She get jealous, all her friends around her wanna fuck, ayy
She thought I was stuck with her, so I left her stuck, ayy
Yeah I know you feel offended, but you won’t touch, ayy
She like, "I don’t really wanna come where you from," ayy
"’Cause I heard a lot of stories about here you from," ayy
She like, "Oh, you rock Amiri with that Louis Vuitton," ayy
They like, "Oh, this is a light year, you got a buzz," ayy
[Verse]
I don’t really wanna fight, yeah, I got a gun, ayy
I don’t like it when you bite baby, use your tongue, ayy
I can make you my Beyoncé, I you want, ayy
I’ma bang you like LeBron, ayy, give me 1 K
I can party on a Sunday, if I want, ayy
Cop a Rari on a Monday and hit my Tay-K
And I know she drive me crazy, but that’s my baby
A Boogie Wit Da Hoodie, but just call me baby
They can’t wait to catch me slippin’, I’ma leave ’em waitin’
If we hit ’em up, just promise me you never say shit
You know Bubba, that’s my brother, but we ain’t related
You can catch him in the cut with his eyes lazy
In the Bentley, now I’m yellin’ "Fuck a train station"
Got a mansion and a condo, never missed a payment
I spent 17 thousand on a diamond bracelet
Got the money and the power, and they started hatin’
[Chorus]
She like, she don’t wanna fall in love, but she love A
She get jealous, all her friends around her wanna fuck, ayy
She thought I was stuck with her, so I left her stuck, ayy
Yeah I know you feel offended, but you won’t touch, ayy
She like, "I don’t really wanna come where you from," ayy
"’Cause I heard a lot of stories about here you from," ayy
She like, "Oh, you rock Amiri with that Louis Vuitton," ayy
They like, "Oh, this is a light year, you got a buzz," ayy

Gucci Mane – Enormous (feat. Ty Dolla $ign)

[Intro: Ty Dolla $ign]
I know somethin’
[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
It’s enormous (yeah)
Throw this bag on you, give this cash to you
It’s enormous (enormous, yeah)
Aw yeah, aw yeah, aw yeah
(OG Parker)
It’s enormous (yeah, yeah)
Throw this bag on you, give this cash to you
It’s enormous
(It’s Gucci!)
Aw yeah, it’s enormous
Aw yeah, it’s enormous
[Verse 1: Gucci Mane]
I pulled up in that don with that Hublot on my arm
Head to toe in Louis Vuitton, lookin’ like I sold a ton (Louis)
Real trap nigga, baby, upper echelon
He a real rap nigga, he ain’t ever held a bomb (war)
When she in the room, baby girl, yeah, she perform (ow)
Carbon on the dresser, baby, please don’t be alarmed (woo)
Gucci Mane so charming he didn’t even wear a charm
She suck it ’til it’s numb, baby got a gold tongue (woo)
Well educated, but call me and go dumb (huh)
Lookin’ where she at, won’t believe where she came from (money)
Sippin’ on Patron, they love me like Don Juan
I told her keep it low, shawty call me Don Don (shawty)

[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
It’s enormous (yeah)
Throw this bag on you, give this cash to you
It’s enormous (enormous, yeah)
Aw yeah, it’s enormous
Aw yeah, it’s enormous
[Verse 2: Ty Dolla $ign]
Drop that pin, I’m all in your location (yeah)
Had to pull up just to motivate ya (‘vate)
Don’t be actin’ shy, I’m losin’ patience (ayy)
Oh yeah
Asses, Onyx
Ace of Spades, Onyx
Ace of Spades, Onyx
Ace of Spades, Onyx
I wanna run up a tab (tab)
Champaign in my bath (bath)
Saucin’, cool ranch (brrr)
Love it when you clap it like that
[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
It’s enormous (yeah)
Throw this bag on you, give this cash to you
It’s enormous (enormous, yeah)
Aw yeah, aw yeah, aw yeah
It’s enormous (yeah, yeah)
Throw this bag on you, give this cash to you
It’s enormous
Aw yeah, it’s enormous
Aw yeah, it’s enormous

[Verse 3: Gucci Mane]
This lady really is the truth, I’m givin’ props to you (you)
I love to fly you out the country just to shop with you (yeah)
She act like she a good girl, fuck like a prostitute (huh)
I’m actin’ like I’m good but really I’m in hot pursuit (go)
I think that I’m so fly that I don’t have to lie to you (damn)
But you so fuckin’ gorgeous I’m not tryna flutter you (hot)
My sex game so aggressive, I’m just tryna splatter you
Your booty is enormous and my dick’s enormous too (huh)
You showed out last night, I had a good performance too (wow)
I’m so healthy and prepared, I work it like your trainer do (trainer)
My paper so enormous I am not a normal dude (no)
You so bad I’m thinkin’ ’bout it but don’t dine on normal food
[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
It’s enormous (yeah)
Throw this bag on you, give this cash to you
It’s enormous (enormous, yeah)
Aw yeah, aw yeah, aw yeah
It’s enormous (yeah, yeah)
Throw this bag on you, give this cash to you
It’s enormous
Aw yeah, it’s enormous
Aw yeah, it’s enormous

Don Q – Chosen One

[Intro]
It’s all about what you chasing at the end of the day
You chasing a legacy or you chasing the charts
So that’s how you gotta look at it right there, I’m chasing a legacy

[Chorus]
They call me the chosen one
You know I’m the chosen one
I got the gift I was chosen
Look at my bitch I’m the chosen one
Yeah, you know I’m the chosen one
Yeah, they call me the chosen one
Look at the whip that I drove in
Yeah bitch you know I’m the chosen one

[Verse 1]
I had to make an announcement
These niggas they ain’t really bout it
We weigh it and count it
Scale it then break it and ounce it and serve with the straight out-of-towners
I was the one with the pack, I was stuck in the trap
And I found my way in the mountains
Ordered the piece told ’em make it and drown it
Flood it and make sure my name is around it (Yeah)
Fuck all that lame shit
We sneakin’ in work on the plane trip
Look at the whip that I came with
My doors is doing the crane kick
Keep on sending threats on sight
Nigga trust me you getting checked on sight
I can never have a bored night
My camera roll look like a porn site
Feel creepin’ and I’m still meeting with the plug he told me the soft price
When We meet up I cut off the porch lights, I stash it right by the exhaust pipes
When it’s ringin it’s making me more hype
Tried chasing me out of the store twice
Security playing the door tight
I was in and out it by the fourth swipe

[Chorus]
You know I’m the chosen one
They call me the chosen one
I got the gift I was chosen
Look at my bitch I’m the chosen one
Yeah, they call me the chosen one
Yeah, you know I’m the chosen one
Look at the whip that I drove in
Yeah bitch they calling me the chosen one

[Verse 2]
Where I’m from it’s either eat or starve
I never had me a legal job
They don’t believe that we beat the odds
Had to rush in the spot before they freeze the card
I made em’ believers (Yeah)
They gave me a shot to suit up and lace up my sneakers
Remember they told me to wait on the bleachers
Now I walk in and I shake the arena
Telling stories like they heard he wanted
Talking like they got a searchin’ warrant
But the opps lurking so we buying burners
We don’t care if them bitches got murders on it
New chain I spent about thirty on it
You try it your head got a birdie on it
I’m feelin’ like B.I.G so I got the suburban
I told em’ just go put the curtains on it
All I know is get the money nigga
I’m shmurda dancing to them hundreds nigga
Every verse is like a bundle nigga
I can’t see you my vision on tunnel nigga
When the white on the cake that’s a funnel nigga
Your foot right out of place in the jungle nigga
I cannot take being humble nigga
I will not let the empire crumble nigga
Remember back when it was dark days
It was block lines for that hard yey’
That was all that we knew to keep the squad paid
But the jealousy made niggas part ways
I block em with Louis Vuitton shades
Now I got groupies my mom’s age
Look at the lights when the arm wave
She losing her bra when the roof on the car raise

[Bridge]
(She gettin’ fucked when the roof on the car raise)
(She sucking that dick when the roof on the car raise)

[Chorus]
You know I’m the chosen one
They call me the chosen one
I got the gift I was chosen
Look at my bitch I’m the chosen one
Yeah, they call me the chosen one
Yeah, you know I’m the chosen one
Look at the whip that I drove in
Yeah bitch they calling me the chosen one

[Outro]
Keep on sending threats on sight
Nigga trust me you getting checked on sight
Look at the lights when the arm wave
She gettin’ fucked when the roof on the car raise

Terintino – Ball On You Feat. Lil Yachty

[Hook]
I want the grizzle
Baby girl I only want your face
4 G’s on my coup, sometimes it feel like out of space
All the problems in the world is right here on my waist
Please do not get in my way or you’ll be on your way
Do you count money or nah?
Do you smoke dope or yeah?
Bitch I’m gon ball
Catch me in mid air
Swish, Swish, swish
Imma ball on you bitch

[Verse 1]
I just found out they hating
My car metalled up, I’m skating
In New York at aces
Al this green I’m races
Bitch I got them faces
Louis Vuitton suitcases
Getting massaged by Asians
I fucked that bitch and she is taken
Turn up, turn up, turn up, turn up
Got [?] heater on me I dear you to run up
Like Weezy [?] Imma grind till the sun up
In the car 300 hundred on the dash doing donuts

[Hook]
I want the grizzle
Baby girl I only want your face
4 G’s on my coup, sometimes it feel like out of space
All the problems in the world is right here on my waist
Please do not get in my way or you’ll be on your way
Do you count money or nah?
Do you smoke dope or yeah?
Bitch I’m gon ball
Catch me in mid air
Swish, Swish, swish
Imma ball on you bitch

[Verse 2]
Do you want to fuck me or nah
Answer prolly yeah
Six strippers in my house
Money all in the air
I could tell she want to fuck me cuz she playing all in my hair
And I just ran through a hundred stacks
My nigga it’s just not fair
Remember we young, black, rich nigga gang
Out here ain’t playing
Lil boat, lil tug boat
9 pounds but it still bang bang
And this is still disrespect gang
[?] like I’m Rick James
Finna drink that G [?] red
That shit gon look like a fire flame

[Hook]
I want the grizzle
Baby girl I only want your face
4 G’s on my coup, sometimes it feel like out of space
All the problems in the world is right here on my waist
Please do not get in my way or you’ll be on your way
Do you count money or nah?
Do you smoke dope or yeah?
Bitch I’m gon ball
Catch me in mid air
Swish, Swish, swish
Imma ball on you bitch

Joel Adams – Die For You

[Verse 1]
I wish I was a movie star
That ain’t happening
I wish I’d drive a fancy car (no)
Well I’d fly to New York City
But my plane could never get that far
‘Cause my life ain’t what I thought it was
Said you like all the fancy things
Diamonds, Pearls, and Louis Vuitton
But my package just ain’t that big (no)
Spent all my life-time running
But I still haven’t got that far

[Chorus]
For you I ain’t giving up
Cause baby I’d die for you
I’d try for you, I’d live for you
You were all I do
Baby I’d die for you, I tried
You’re everything I do
Baby that’s just not good enough for you

[Verse 2]
You think you got the best of me
Yeah well you’re probably right
But you ain’t seen the rest of me (no)
Spent all my life-time running
But I still haven’t got that far

[Chorus]
For you I ain’t giving up
Cause baby I’d die for you
I’d try for you, I’d live for you
You were all I do
Baby I’d die for you, I tried
You’re everything I do
Baby that’s just not good enough for you

[Bridge]
‘Cause maybe I’m right, maybe I’m wrong
Maybe I wrote in all down in a song
You say what you like, I say what I want
You give me a list that goes on and on
But everytime you walk out that door
You got me thinking, baby now I want you even more
So say what you like, I’ll say what I want
I need somebody to save me

[Chorus]
Cause baby I’d die for you
I’d try for you, I’d live for you
You were all I do
Baby I’d die for you, I tried
You’re everything I do
‘Cause baby I’d
Cause baby I’d die for you
I’d try for you, I’d live for you
You were all I do
Baby I’d die for you, and I tried
You’re everything I do
Baby that’s just not good enough for you

Dave East – No Hook (feat. G Herbo & Don Q)

[Verse 1: Don Q]
I ain’t with the favors
I got guala to make
I’m ’bout a dollar nigga
Nothing on my collar is fake
I set the city on fire, before dropping the tape
Everything count, I even played the block with the shake

[Verse 2: Dave East]
Bottles of Ace
I’m thinking imagine if I was born rich
I’d had on baby Louis Vuitton kicks
My daughter got ’em
Got dollars to make your mom strip
The FED’s on me now every monday the car switch

[Verse 3: G Herbo]
Thousand dollar stash
Hit the AC, but car shift
That’s just for the gas, yeah the 40 on my arm still
I had 40 cash like the year before my prom year
Stuffing clips downwards in my jeans
Cause my mom’s near

[Verse 4: Don Q]
Oh yeah, the lion out the cage in rare form
Trap till the tan gone
Celly cell, we was hands on
Remember buying wet work, bagging up with the fan on
We was just tryna make move enough to make a sandstorm
I plan on buying my mother coupes in a month or two
Coming through in a Hummer new wintertime but it’s summer blue
Woo, the teachers said I wouldn’t be shit
You know the crazy part about it I believed it

[Verse 5: G Herbo]
I was in the trenches, kicks red but I wasn’t bleeding
Playing life or death with my niggas I ain’t leave ’em
Couple show they heart wasn’t right but I ain’t need them
Can’t say I ain’t loyal, can’t say I ain’t feed ’em
Wolf against the sheep, gon’ either kill ’em or gon’ breed ’em
One thing ’bout them shots, you give ’em out and you receive ’em
Don’t leave out the house, if you without know you need it
Think you only going around the block gon’ be the reason

[Verse 6: Dave East]
I was popping blue devils, Coach K ain’t recruit me
I skipped right to Balmain ain’t copped too many nudies
Ten cars outside, and they all foreign
Took a Gem Star, went to school like y’all don’t wanted
I was Bishop in the hall when he pressed Q
Balenciagas sweatsuits, too many losses they won’t respect you
Money get low, watch how quick them bitches neglect you
He paid 38 for a brick, it felt special
But a nigga like me, I don’t know no other
Pillow cases with the horses match the Polo covers
The Aston Martin was the same color as cocoa butter
Pack on me by myself, I was a dolo pumper

[Verse 7: G Herbo, Dave East & Don Q ]
16, we stopped the competing and sold it in bundles
Money coming out of question who a 100 and humble
We dumping and rumble not the one to compare with these niggas
Fendi monster, my jacket looking like it’s staring at niggas
And my shoes Fendi, Mike Amiri denim, my jewels drippy
Cuban link with a few diamonds changes of cool 60
Brought my tour for 2 60, gotta front me 2 60
Just for us to start the promo
Before we even choose city
Off white jacket back block, I got your boo with me
Def Jam gave me a million already blew a 50
Too; grippy, my mood switchy don’t move silly
I cruise Bentley, foreign only, I got too picky
It’s survival of the fittest
Rental house ain’t tryin’ pitch it
I got powder for the sniffers
Just a rider on a mission

Blac Youngsta – Ask For It

[Intro]
C-M-G
Rich nigga, rich nigga, rich nigga, rich nigga, rich nigga, rich nigga!

[Hook]
I don’t give a lil’ nigga if I lose my money I’mma rob you back for it
I don’t trust these niggas, I don’t love these niggas, I can’t turn my back towards ’em
Took my bitch to Louis Vuitton, took her shopping, she ain’t even ask for it
Rich nigga, young rich nigga ridin’, let me get it 300 on the dashboard
Put a choppa to these pussies, speakin’ down on my name, lil’ nigga you done asked for it
I’m a young rich nigga, went and got it on my own, lil’ nigga ain’t ask for it
I bought my bitch new rollers, new car, she ain’t even have to ask for it
If you my partner, you ain’t got to have [?], you ain’t even have to ask for it

[Verse 1]
Ass so fat like fat albert
[?]
I’mma rich nigga, got rich power
I don’t fuck wit them niggas, they sum real cowards
Them fuck niggas hate from the [?]
But they speak to me everytime they sip it
Them niggas’ baby mommas wanna meet me
But I don’t [?]
I chop the pussy like a rider
I chop the pussy like Bruce Lee
I just pulled up in that rari
In that bitch, only like 2 seats
She suck my dick in my toothpiece
I just left nut on my new seats
That lame nigga said he gon’ rob me
So I ride around with my [?]

[Hook]
I don’t give a lil’ nigga if I lose my money I’mma rob you back for it
I don’t trust these niggas, I don’t love these niggas, I can’t turn my back towards ’em
Took my bitch to Louis Vuitton, took her shopping, she ain’t even ask for it
Rich nigga, young rich nigga ridin’, let me get it 300 on the dashboard
Put a choppa to these pussies, speakin’ down on my name, lil’ nigga you done asked for it
I’m a young rich nigga, went and got it on my own, lil’ nigga ain’t ask for it
I bought my bitch new rollers, new car, she ain’t even have to ask for it
If you my partner, you ain’t got to have [?], you ain’t even have to ask for it

[Verse 2]
Them niggas can’t stand my guts
Say he gon’ shoot my tour bus up
Say he gon’ kill everybody in it
Go ahead lil’ nigga, try yo’ luck
That big booty fatter than truck
That bitch quack quack like a duck
I don’t trust that bitch, I don’t really love her, I just lied to the bitch as I fucked
I send the bitch to the [?]
I put that bitch on my dream team
I got the rari and things
I got the AR-15
That lil’ bitch is grown and sexy
But she suck my dick like she 16
Said that bitch look like a queen
I’mma toss her wit the whole team

[Hook]
I don’t give a lil’ nigga if I lose my money I’mma rob you back for it
I don’t trust these niggas, I don’t love these niggas, I can’t turn my back towards ’em
Took my bitch to Louis Vuitton, took her shopping, she ain’t even ask for it
Rich nigga, young rich nigga ridin’, let me get it 300 on the dashboard
Put a choppa to these pussies, speakin’ down on my name, lil’ nigga you done asked for it
I’m a young rich nigga, went and got it on my own, lil’ nigga ain’t ask for it
I bought my bitch new rollers, new car, she ain’t even have to ask for it
If you my partner, you ain’t got to have [?], you ain’t even have to ask for it

PnB Rock – IDK (feat. A Boogie Wit Da Hoodie)

[Hook: PnB Rock]
Like why you so fly? (I don’t know)
Like why you so high? (I don’t know)
Like why them niggas staring at you so hard every time you ride by? (I don’t know)
Like why you so thurl? (I don’t know)
Why you fuck that nigga’s girl? (I don’t know)
Why you smoke all that dope, why you kill all them shows
Everybody wanna know, everybody wanna know
How you do that (I don’t know)
How you do that (I don’t know)
How you do that (I don’t know)
How you do that (I don’t know)
How you do that (I don’t know)
Like how you do that (I don’t know)
How you do that (I don’t know)
Ooh tell me how you do that shit (I don’t know)
They wanna know how I do that shit

[Verse 1: A Boogie Wit Da Hoodie]
I heard a couple niggas tryna line me
It ain’t hard to find me
I got a couple killers right behind me
And if they catch a body, I swear I won’t tell nobody
I got Balmain on my body, diamonds dancing on my body
[?] cooler than your jeweler, Elliot Avianne
She wanna fuck while my song play
I wanna know why they salty
I had to get it the hard way
Yeah nigga that’s what they all say
I had to give up on college
I would’ve been trapping in hallways
I’m ballin’, you know you can’t stop it
Crossover, get ’em off me
I ain’t got time for this shit, I’m a monster at this, nigga I grind for this shit
I can’t just sleep with a bitch, you gotta watch who you hit, first get the drop on a bitch
Louis Vuitton on my hip, forty-five on my hip
PnB Rock with me nigga, you know we be fly as a bitch

[Hook: PnB Rock]
Like why you so fly? (I don’t know)
Like why you so high? (I don’t know)
Like why them niggas staring at you so hard every time you ride by? (I don’t know)
Like why you so thurl? (I don’t know)
Why you fuck that nigga’s girl? (I don’t know)
Why you smoke all that dope, why you kill all them shows
Everybody wanna know, everybody wanna know
How you do that (I don’t know)
How you do that (I don’t know)
How you do that (I don’t know)
How you do that (I don’t know)
How you do that (I don’t know)
Like how you do that (I don’t know)
How you do that (I don’t know)
Ooh tell me how you do that shit (I don’t know)
They wanna know how I do that shit

[Verse 2: PnB Rock]
Everybody wanna know now, everybody wanna know how
How a young nigga came up, I’m supposed to be broke now
Coming through looking like I hit a lick
Dare you to try me cause I got that stick
Killing these haters, I’m making them sick
I just bought some new Chanel for my bitch
Bands all in my pockets
I’m taking off like a rocket
I’m the plug, no socket
I need all my profits
I need all my checks
Bitches on me cause they know I’m next
She just sent a naked picture through the text
I don’t want the pussy, I just want the neck
All I know is flex, diamonds on my neck
I’m the fuckin’ best, nigga what’s the bet?
I just copped a new laser for this TEC
Treat you like a bitch, pussy you get wet
Cause I ain’t got time to be playin’ with y’all
You from where I’m from then you know that it’s hard
I swear I told y’all that I’m not a star
It’s still fuck the law and free all of my dogs

[Hook: PnB Rock]
Like why you so fly? (I don’t know)
Like why you so high? (I don’t know)
Like why them niggas staring at you so hard every time you ride by? (I don’t know)
Like why you so thurl? (I don’t know)
Why you fuck that nigga’s girl? (I don’t know)
Why you smoke all that dope, why you kill all them shows
Everybody wanna know, everybody wanna know
How you do that (I don’t know)
How you do that (I don’t know)
How you do that (I don’t know)
How you do that (I don’t know)
How you do that (I don’t know)
Like how you do that (I don’t know)
How you do that (I don’t know)
Ooh tell me how you do that shit (I don’t know)
They wanna know how I do that shit

A Boogie Wit Da Hoodie & Pnb Rock – IDK (I Don’t Know)

[Hook: PnB Rock]
Like why you so fly? (I don’t know)
Like why you so high? (I don’t know)
Like why them niggas staring at you so hard every time you ride by? (I don’t know)
Like why you so thurl? (I don’t know)
Why you fuck that nigga’s girl? (I don’t know)
Why you smoke all that dope, why you kill all them shows
Everybody wanna know, everybody wanna know
How you do that (I don’t know)
How you do that (I don’t know)
How you do that (I don’t know)
How you do that (I don’t know)
How you do that (I don’t know)
Like how you do that (I don’t know)
How you do that (I don’t know)
Ooh tell me how you do that shit (I don’t know)
They wanna know how I do that shit

[Verse 1: A Boogie Wit Da Hoodie]
I heard a couple niggas tryna line me
It ain’t hard to find me
I got a couple killers right behind me
And if they catch a body, I swear I won’t tell nobody
I got Balmain on my body, diamonds dancing on my body
[?] cooler than your jeweler, Elliot Avianne
She wanna fuck while my song play
I wanna know why they salty
I had to get it the hard way
Yeah nigga that’s what they all say
I had to give up on college
I would’ve been trapping in hallways
I’m ballin’, you know you can’t stop it
Crossover, get ’em off me
I ain’t got time for this shit, I’m a monster at this, nigga I grind for this shit
I can’t just sleep with a bitch, you gotta watch who you hit, first get the drop on a bitch
Louis Vuitton on my hip, forty-five on my hip
PnB Rock with me nigga, you know we be fly as a bitch

[Hook: PnB Rock]
Like why you so fly? (I don’t know)
Like why you so high? (I don’t know)
Like why them niggas staring at you so hard every time you ride by? (I don’t know)
Like why you so thurl? (I don’t know)
Why you fuck that nigga’s girl? (I don’t know)
Why you smoke all that dope, why you kill all them shows
Everybody wanna know, everybody wanna know
How you do that (I don’t know)
How you do that (I don’t know)
How you do that (I don’t know)
How you do that (I don’t know)
How you do that (I don’t know)
Like how you do that (I don’t know)
How you do that (I don’t know)
Ooh tell me how you do that shit (I don’t know)
They wanna know how I do that shit

[Verse 2: PnB Rock]
Everybody wanna know now, everybody wanna know how
How a young nigga came up, I’m supposed to be broke now
Coming through looking like I hit a lick
Dare you to try me cause I got that stick
Killing these haters, I’m making them sick
I just bought some new Chanel for my bitch
Bands all in my pockets
I’m taking off like a rocket
I’m the plug, no socket
I need all my profits
I need all my checks
Bitches on me cause they know I’m next
She just sent a naked picture through the text
I don’t want the pussy, I just want the neck
All I know is flex, diamonds on my neck
I’m the fuckin’ best, nigga what’s the bet?
I just copped a new laser for this TEC
Treat you like a bitch, pussy you get wet
Cause I ain’t got time to be playin’ with y’all
You from where I’m from then you know that it’s hard
I swear I told y’all that I’m not a star
It’s still fuck the law and free all of my dogs

[Hook: PnB Rock]
Like why you so fly? (I don’t know)
Like why you so high? (I don’t know)
Like why them niggas staring at you so hard every time you ride by? (I don’t know)
Like why you so thurl? (I don’t know)
Why you fuck that nigga’s girl? (I don’t know)
Why you smoke all that dope, why you kill all them shows
Everybody wanna know, everybody wanna know
How you do that (I don’t know)
How you do that (I don’t know)
How you do that (I don’t know)
How you do that (I don’t know)
How you do that (I don’t know)
Like how you do that (I don’t know)
How you do that (I don’t know)
Ooh tell me how you do that shit (I don’t know)
They wanna know how I do that shit

The Weeknd – Six Feet Under (Starboy Album)

[Verse 1: The Weeknd]
Ask around about her
She don’t get emotional
Kill off all her feelings
That’s why she ain’t approachable
She know her pussy got a fanbase
A couple niggas with a suitcase
Suit and tie niggas who play roleplay
When it comes to money she play no games

[Pre-Hook: The Weeknd]
She lick it up just like a candy
She wanna make them leave their family
She trying to live a life so fancy
She wanna pull up in a Bentley
She ain’t got time for lovin’
Louis Vuitton her husband
She rather die in lusting
She rather die in the club, till she

[Hook: The Weeknd & Future]
Six feet under she gon’ get that fucking paper
Six feet under she gon’ get that fucking paper
Six feet under she gon’ get that fucking paper
You know how she get down, pop her for a check now
Six feet under, six
Six feet under
Six feet under, six
Six feet under
Six feet under she gon’ kill me for that paper
Not the type to fuck around, gonna turn that ass around

[Verse 2: The Weeknd]
She don’t depend on anybody
Know just what to do with her own body
Counting all that money like a hobby
She don’t give a fuck about nobody
And she got her whole crew poppin’
And she bend it over like she got no back bone
Got a couple niggas blinging up a trap phone
She don’t need nobody waiting back home, she got it

[Pre-Hook: The Weeknd]
She lick it up just like a candy
She wanna make them leave their family
She trying to live a life so fancy
She wanna pull up in a Bentley
She ain’t got time for lovin’
Louis Vuitton her husband
She rather die in lusting
She rather die in the club, till she

[Hook: The Weeknd & Future]
Six feet under she gon’ get that fucking paper
Six feet under she gon’ get that fucking paper
Six feet under she gon’ get that fucking paper
You know how she get down, pop her for a check now
Six feet under, six
Six feet under
Six feet under, six
Six feet under
Six feet under she gon’ kill me for that paper
Not the type to fuck around, gonna turn that ass around
Gonna turn that ass around
Oh murder, oh murder
Gonna turn that ass around
Oh murder, oh murder

[Bridge: The Weeknd]
Real love’s hard to find
So she don’t waste her time
So she don’t waste her time, oooh
You ain’t gon’ catch her crying
She ain’t gon’ lose her mind
She ain’t gon’ lose her mind
Till she..

[Outro: Future & The Weeknd]
Six feet under she gon’ kill me for that paper (Till she)
Six feet under she gon’ kill me for that paper (Till she)
Six feet under she gon’ kill me for that paper
Not the type to fuck around, gonna turn that ass around

RiFF RaFF – Stay Away From You (feat. Jimmy Wopo) (Balloween Album) letras

[Hook: RiFF RAFF]
I’m just balling for no reason
And I’m iced out like winter season
I’m just tryna stay away from you
I’m just tryna stay away from you
I’m just balling for no reason
And I’m iced out like winter season
I’m just tryna stay away from you
I’m just tryna stay away from you
And I’m balling for no reason
And I’m iced out like winter season
I’m just tryna stay away from you
I’m just tryna stay away from you
And I’m balling for no reason
And I’m iced out like winter season
I’m just tryna stay away from you
I’m just tryna stay away from you

[Verse 1: RiFF RAFF]
Blueberry lean, hit the ceiling fan
I pull up in lamb and the seats candy tan
Check out my sedan
Check my checking and you might get chin checked
Checkers on my heels cause they Louis Vuitton
Filet mignon in Hong Kong
Even if you do me wrong
I still wish you blessings
God bless the adolescence with indigestion
My fifth doing curls
[?] doing bench presses
Who is the bestest
I pull up on the scene

[Hook: RiFF RAFF]
I’m just balling for no reason
And I’m iced out like winter season
I’m just tryna stay away from you
I’m just tryna stay away from you
And I’m just balling for no reason
And I’m iced out like winter season
I’m just tryna stay away from you
I’m just tryna stay away from you

[Verse 2: Jimmy Wopo]
We all in the kitchen [?] go and help yourself
Whipping in the kitchen think I gave [?]
Fucking with that water, I swimming Michael Phelps
Always [?] still my niggas [?]
[?] I’m at the free throw like Shaquille
That my bitch she from Brazille, all the dope boys [?]
No I don’t want a will, I take all my shit to Hell
No I don’t want a pill, I take all my shit to [?]
[?] delicious, I’m popping the perc [?]
The hollows [?] nutricious
I’m smoking on that futuristic
Oh I can’t stay on my pivot
I’m leaning on Scottie, I’m Pippen
I score in addition like [?]
I am a dog with the frisbee

[Hook: RiFF RAFF]
I’m just balling for no reason
And I’m iced out like winter season
I’m just tryna stay away from you
I’m just tryna stay away from you
I’m just balling for no reason
And I’m iced out like winter season
I’m just tryna stay away from you
I’m just tryna stay away from you
And I’m balling for no reason
And I’m iced out like winter season
I’m just tryna stay away from you
I’m just tryna stay away from you
And I’m balling for no reason
And I’m iced out like winter season
I’m just tryna stay away from you
I’m just tryna stay away from you