Lil Wayne – What About Me Lyrics

Girl, girl, girl what about me? I shut down my life for you (I shut down my life)
Now you’re worried bout him? I shut down my life for you
Now you run around with him, and him, and him
How you do that
How you act like I never held you every night and now you never call back, please
Girl, girl, what about me? I stayed up all night for you
Girl, girl what about me? [Hook]
Girl what about me? How you act like I never held you every night and now you never call back
Please, girl, girl what about me? Girl, girl, girl what about me? That I can’t stand you with another man
I see you happy where your life is at
I see you smile I can’t live with that
[Hook]
Cause what about me (yeah)
I stayed up all night for you
Girl, girl, what about me? How you act like I never held you every night and now you never call back
Please, girl, girl what about me? And him, and him, how you do that? [Verse 2: Sosaman]
Didn’t think about me
When I flying OT, I be up in them streets
You tellin’ me that you gon’ leave
Hittin’ my phone with the beep
Knock it out, baby, creep
Oh, cause I just wanna see you smile
Did none of them tears ain’t for you, baby
And they ain’t matchin’ yo style
I’m kickin’ it flav with yo sauce
I’m counting them lovers
I’m thinking bout you, and all of the things that we used to do
And all of this you went through
And girl I don’t want you with no other dude
[Hook]
Girl what about me? Me? I shut down my life for you (I shut down my life)
Now you’re worried bout him? [Verse 1: Lil Wayne]
Tell me do you ever think about it
Those lonely nights when you bout lost it
The only time that you would call
Was just to tell me it’s my fault
I let you cry, I let you worry
I let you yell, I let you hurt me
I gave you everything you needed
And now you’re gone, gone, gone
Tell me, how you do that to me? [Intro]
If you saw me, would you understand? Me? I stayed up all night for you
Girl, girl what about me? And him, and him, how you do that?

Future – I Thank U (Hndrxx Album)

Pluto
I can see it written all over your face
You doubted me from the first day
And it never went away
So I say this

Girl I thank you, I thank you
I thank you
‘Cause you made me hustle
I thank you, I wanna thank you
‘Cause you made me hustle
I thank you, I thank you
‘Cause you made me hustle
I wanna thank you, I need to thank you
‘Cause you made me a hustler

You not a part of my destiny, I tell ya
I was just servin’ that fishscale in lobbies, yeah
This money comes faster than a mothafucka and it’s obvious
Pour some more syrup on me
Throw some more dirt on me
But I’m a never give up
Top down in the wintertime, fuck the temperature
They got it heated, now we undefeated
Comin’ so conceited, but I really need it
Eight figures, big tippers
Yacht party, a hundred strippers
Can’t record it, it’s confidential
Presidential, shout out at it to ’em
Fundamentals, keep it really simple
[?], I did for OGD
Save it up and send it OT
Makin’ mills tryna OD
I’m in the Hills tryna find peace
These Bel Air neighbors so nosy
Black Draco, got me cozy
It was perfect timing like a Rollie

Girl I thank you, I thank you
I thank you
‘Cause you made me hustle
I thank you, I wanna thank you
‘Cause you made me hustle
I thank you, I thank you
‘Cause you made me hustle
I wanna thank you, I need to thank you
You made me a hustler

Slayter – Smile (Rngl Album)

[Intro]
Yea it’s just me and you right now

[Hook]
Every time you see me
You know I make you smile
Even though a nigga
Ain’t seen you in a while
Texting on my phone
Said she want it right now
Pop a couple xans
Blackout on the couch
Woke up in her whip
With my dick in her mouth
Audi A4
About to leave out the house
That’s my down bitch
Is what I’m talking about
When I’m hitting licks
She be looking me out

[Verse 1]
And I don’t leave the crib without her
Got my hands and my fingers ’round her
When it’s cold I put the mink around her
Got me paranoid I can’t drink around her
She got some marks on her
From her last nigga
And she always sitting passenger
I try my best not to damage her
I love to finger fuck until she bust

[Hook]
Every time you see me
You know I make you smile
Even though a nigga
Ain’t seen you in a while
Texting on my phone
Said she want it right now
Pop a couple xans
Blackout on the couch
Woke up in her whip
With my dick in her mouth
Audi A4
About to leave out the house
That’s my down bitch
Is what I’m talking about
When I’m hitting licks
She be looking me out

[Verse 2]
She was someone else’s
But now she on my boxers
Take her to my block
I even show her ’round the projects
Every time we come out
The homies say I’m wylin’
They don’t like it when I bring her
Shit be getting violent
We had our little problems
But she always with me
She never gonna leave me
Cause she love the money
She hide behind the trash
When we see the police
Shit went crazy in the city
So I took her OT

[Hook]
Every time you see me
You know I make you smile
Even though a nigga
Ain’t seen you in a while
Texting on my phone
Said she want it right now
Pop a couple xans
Blackout on the couch
Woke up in her whip
With my dick in her mouth
Audi A4
About to leave out the house
That’s my down bitch
Is what I’m talking about
When I’m hitting licks
She be looking me out

[Hook]
Every time you see me
You know I make you smile
Even though a nigga
Ain’t seen you in a while
Texting on my phone
Said she want it right now
Pop a couple xans
Blackout on the couch
Woke up in her whip
With my dick in her mouth
Audi A4
About to leave out the house
That’s my down bitch
Is what I’m talking about
When I’m hitting licks
She be looking me out

[Outro]
ColdGame over everything
I never gave a bitch a wedding ring
But you know my aim killing game

Future – I Thank U Lyrics

[Intro]
Pluto
I can see it written all over your face
You doubted me from the first day
And it never went away
So I say this…

[Chorus]
Girl I thank you, I thank you
I thank you
‘Cause you made me hustle
I thank you, I wanna thank you
‘Cause you made me hustle
I thank you, I thank you
‘Cause you made me hustle
I wanna thank you, I need to thank you
‘Cause you made me a hustler

[Verse]
You not a part of my destiny, I tell ya
I was just servin’ that fishscale in lobbies, yeah
This money comes faster than a mothafucka and it’s obvious
Pour some more syrup on me
Throw some more dirt on me
But I’ma never give up
Top down in the wintertime, fuck the temperature
They got it heated, now we undefeated
Comin’ so conceited, but I really need it
Eight figures, big tippers
Yacht party, a hundred strippers
Can’t record it, it’s confidential
Presidential, shout out at it to ’em
Fundamentals, keep it really simple
Richard Mille, I did for OGD
Save it up and send it OT
Makin’ mills tryna OD
I’m in the Hills tryna find peace
These Bel Air neighbors so nosy
Black Draco, got me cozy
It was perfect timing like a Rollie

[Chorus]
Girl I thank you, I thank you
I thank you
‘Cause you made me hustle
I thank you, I wanna thank you
‘Cause you made me hustle
I thank you, I thank you
‘Cause you made me hustle
I wanna thank you, I need to thank you
You made me a hustler

Nav – The Man (The Introduction Album)

[Hook]
Ballin’
Every night a movie scene, this bitch is calling (what’s up)
Say she wanna fuck with me, she pop a Molly
Now she dancing like Billy Jean she wanna go home
And she wanna go wit me cause
She know I’m the man, she got no money she got no plans
Designer Pants, pouring up fours and given out xans
She know I’m the man, she got no money she got no plans
Designer Pants, pouring up fours and given out xans

[Verse 1]
These niggas rap careers is dead, yeah
Mad cause I’m the man, yeah
They wanna feed me lead, yeah
Better aim for my head, yeah
Even if I don’t live, yeah
My shooters gonna leave you dead, yeah
Rolling off of meds, yeah
His bitch gave me head, yeah
His bitch send me texts, yeah
She said that I’m up next, yeah
She want a brown boy from the Rex, yeah
Smoking on the best, yeah
I’m drinking purple and some red, yeah
Free up Body Fuck the Feds, yeah

[Hook]
Ballin’
Every night a movie scene, this bitch is calling (what’s up)
Say she wanna fuck with me, she pop a Molly
Now she dancing like Billy Jean she wanna go home
And she wanna go wit me cause
She know I’m the man, she got no money she got no plans
Designer Pants, pouring up fours and given out xans
She know I’m the man, she got no money she got no plans
Designer Pants, pouring up fours and given out xans

[Verse 2]
I need a bitch that’s got some substance
All these bitches want is money
When you see me out in public know I’m rolling off of something
She think I’m drinking Robitussin
You see that Sprite there? Don’t you touch it
She don’t want no broke boy
They want some beats they cost a lot I let them know boy
I feel like french my niggas OT selling Coke boy
They turn the volume up they music making no noise
Don’t take me simple now you know boy

[Hook]
Ballin’
Every night a movie scene, this bitch is calling (what’s up)
Say she wanna fuck with me, she pop a Molly
Now she dancing like Billy Jean she wanna go home
And she wanna go wit me cause
She know I’m the man, she got no money she got no plans
Designer Pants, pouring up fours and given out xans
She know I’m the man, she got no money she got no plans
Designer Pants, pouring up fours and given out xans

[Verse 3]
"NAV…where are you?"
You know I got those xanies on me shorty, shorty
You know I got them bands on me shorty
You know your boyfriend ain’t the man shorty, shorty
You know your boyfriend ain’t the man shorty
You know I got those xanies on me shorty, shorty
You know I got them bands on me shorty
You know your boyfriend ain’t the man shorty, shorty
You know your boyfriend ain’t the man shorty

[Verse 4]
Yeah I took a couple L’s so you know I’m on the road now
Keep a bad ass bitch and she always stay ten toes down
Is you really riding girl you know I gotta know now
And I keep a couple hitters with me always stay ten toes down
Ten toes down, ten toes down, ten toes down, ten does down

Joey Bada$$ – Victory

[Hook]
And this feels like a victory
The competition looks slim to me
Yeah, ’cause this story is history
Homie this my story, no mystery
Yeah, ’cause this feels like a victory
The competition looks slim to me
Yeah, ’cause this story is history
Homie this my story

[Verse 1]
First things first, uh, shoutout to the sponsors
Everything I do I do it big, I’m a monster
The kid from West Brooklyn, came with the thunder
Every day another triple-double entendre
At times I sit and wonder how I keep from going under
But I always beat the clock like Kyrie Irving at the buzzer
Looking in the crowd, at the audience they love us
Got a team of warriors nobody ranked above us
And I got love for my brothers keep the chemistry strong
We gon’ be up for a while like keep the legacy goin’
The most valuable Pro heading straight for the throne
I’m in a lane of my own, two-three when I get in my zone
Even when I’m OT man I still feel at home
The G-O-A-T when it’s all said and done
They only make legends where I’m from
Been known we won before the song begun

[Hook]
And this feels like a victory
The competition looks slim to me
Yeah, ’cause this story is history
Homie this my story, no mystery
’cause this feels like a victory
The competition looks slim to me
Yeah, ’cause this story is history
Homie this my story

[Verse 2]
I know that you wishing he prolly break a leg
And even if they still wheelchair him in the end
‘Til his last stand, swear I got love for my fans
Back by popular demand, I’m the man
All I do is win I feels like a highlight reel
I put numbers on the board even scores up the floor for real
I do it just for sport
Like the homies with the rock in the white tube socks
Word is bond, I am the one
I got it locked, up in the cluster, pressure on
Back on the block, I call the shots
You sit and watch when I’m against the clock I make the world stop
Hold up, but let’s get back to business please
I’ma be up for a while I know you sick of me
Y’all ain’t real ballers, y’all just little leagues
And we ain’t taking no losses we the winning team, East

[Hook]
And this feels like a victory
The competition looks slim to me
Yeah, ’cause this story is history
Homie this my story, no mystery
Yeah, ’cause this feels like a victory
The competition look slim to me
Yeah, ’cause this story is history
Homie this my story

Tory Lanez – New Year / $auce Baby (The New Toronto 2 Mixtape)

New Year

[Verse]
I said fuck a single bitch ’cause I need two of ya
I said fuck a single bitch, I need a new of ya
I said fuck a single bitch, I need a two-pair
While I’m poppin’ on this bitch just like the new year
All my bitches so outdated, got the new year
She can’t fuck if we ain’t make the new year
She can’t fuck if we ain’t make the new year
I’ll be stuntin’ on you bitches on the new year
You got one bitch, nigga, I got two yeah

$auce Baby

[Verse 1]
Yeah, I might walk in with my niggas just like "Fuck it"
Bitch, I walk in with no niggas, bitch you buggin’
I might take like thirty-thousand out and chuck it
Go to V Live just to see them bitches bust it
Young rich nigga, I came up sellin’
I was on the corner, why them niggas jealous
I was never on the phone talkin’, female-ing
But I always got it sent like it’s emailin’
Yeah, bitch I got the sauce, I don’t need to talk on the train
I can’t hear the line like hushy hushy in the Bay
Rich young nigga, drop a pot off in your laptop
Trapper of the year, I’m gettin’ top off in the trap, yeah
Ballin’, OT ballin’
Every time we walk up in here, it look like the whole team’s Jordan
It’s too much designer that the whole team’s sportin’
So you look at us and think the whole team’s spoiled up

Suck a nigga dick or something

[Verse 2]
It’s a young nigga with the dough
I just bought a chopper with a scope
With this bad bitch, keep it on the low
Happy eatin’ chicken, thuggin’, sleepin’ on the floor
For my bitch in bathrobes, let me move like an asshole
All because the way the cash flow
I’m in Lawrence and I’m tourin’ with a bad, bad, little one
From Houston like a nigga with the Astros
I got ten toes, penny bitches in our pent-floors
On your bitch, I got the infos
Haters act up when they know I’m out with that pacheco
Bitches see me and they move like they nymphos
I like bitches looking good in all they, Snapchats
Fuck around and make a movie, let me snap that
You can fuck those bitches easy, ain’t no Kat Stacks
Don’t be hatin’ on a nigga when I smash that

[Outro]
Fargo, yeah

Schoolboy Q – Dope Dealer (feat. E-40)

I got a sack of blue faces but my AR black
I got two bitches in my whip and they got hold my strap
I put the knife to the coca leaf and turn that crack
I put the nine to your coconut and pull that back
I see that motherfucker shinin’ snatch your whole damn throat
I got a strike in every pocket of my old ass coat
I use to fly around your city nigga no ID
I get a half and I’mma flip it gotta go OT

I think somebody getting bodied on the weekday, get out the way
I’m in my new clothes, now drop it for me for a bankroll
I’m lookin’ like a motherfuckin’ dope dealer nigga
Where the hoes where the blow I’m just a dope dealer nigga
Paper in the paper bag I’m a dope dealer nigga
Bitch to beat his ass I’m a dope dealer nigga
Fuck your homies and the police I’mma dope dealer nigga
Couple diamonds in my rollie I’m a dope dealer nigga
Got the plug on the dodie I’m a dope dealer nigga
Better buck, your auntie know me I’m a dope dealer nigga

Cali niggas is managin’ we havin, Greedy
We got F 57s and we savages, beasty
My little niggas be ampin’, they some P’s, hustlers
Some of them sell candy some sell trees, customers
But personally I’m a rapper, and I’m spectacular, remarkable
Got a way with my words my lingo and vernacular, marketable
I beat a bitch down I promise you I ain’t playin’ (beat his ass)
Stomp his ass out throw him in the garbage can, the trash
The harder the trap you might find me snapping’ bones
The sink on the soil eatin’ dominos
Where the gumbo pots boil the taskforce radar homes, Vamonos
Heavy surveillance, hella copters and drones

I think somebody getting bodied on the weekday
Get out the way
I’m in my new clothes, now drop it for me for a bankroll
I’m lookin’ like a motherfuckin’ dope dealer nigga
Where the hoes where the blow I’m just a dope dealer nigga
Paper in the paper bag I’m a dope dealer nigga
Bitch to beat his ass I’m a dope dealer nigga
Fuck your homies and the police I’mma dope dealer nigga
Couple diamonds in my rollie I’m a dope dealer nigga
Got the plug on the dodie I’m a dope dealer nigga
Better buck, your auntie know me I’m a dope dealer nigga

I got them egg whites and them oxtails for the low
Got them hot wheels gotta push start and it go
Got them 16’s of the Act right and its sealt’
We on the frontline when its crunch time to get chilled
You us lil’ niggas love gold chains and them whips
Make me rearrange your whole thang for my hip
I get this motherfucker jumpin’ bitch you know why I came
They told me Thou Shalt not kill when I jumped in the flame
I’m cocoo for the cocoa leaves and I turned it to dope
The money never grew on trees but I’m watching it grow
We talkin’ cold watchin’ hoes tellin’ em that I keep
I get to swinging’ on this chopper nigga, R.I.P

You heard what I mean, its your boy yeah its Smacc mane
Its better livin’ with mines man you heard what I mean
We got break your bitch man we got send her back to you broke man
You funky cock biatch

White stones, panties gone, boom
2 phones, man he on, boom
Bank roll, hella hoes, boom
Big dope, blow your nose, boom
White stones, panties gone, boom
2 phones, man he on, boom
Bank roll, hella hoes, boom
Big dope, blow your nose, boom