Roc Marciano – Already (Rosebudd’s Revenge Album)

[Verse 1]
Titanium timepiece, dimepiece between the sheets with body heat
Maserati’s not leased
Cock the pump shottie, it make your body leak
Not your main hottie, she kinda knock-kneed
Mahogany woodgrain all in the five speed
Silk lay on me, pray for me
8 million stories in the naked city
The humidity it made the titties oil
Skin is salty, it’s sultry, can’t fault me
For all this ice on me I’m tryna stay frosty
Smokin’ lah out in Bogotá
The focus, niggas lookin’ like smokers in the eyes
You poked and left immobilized where the vultures fly
I’m bout to cop a home in Oceanside
Sky Dweller’s frozen in time, my mind’s a goldmine
You washed and left to dry on the clothesline
Hoes on your vines look like Kanye clothing line
Bring you closer to God, caught you laying low out in Omaha
Oh my god
Don’t start me [?]
Omar scar [?]
Send your family a nice postcard

[Chorus]
Pimpstead (already), get the bag (already)
New whips (already), all my hoes (already)
See my team (already), I been a G (already)
Light the weed (already), nigga we (already)
Yeah nigga (already, already)
How the fuck we get down boy (we already, already)

[Verse 2]
Kiss the ring, million dollar ding-a-ling swing
I’m just gettin’ back in the swing of things
My jeans fit me like Springsteen
Bring M16s I might need a spring cleaned
I’m tryna hear these niggas sneakers squeak
Think it’s sweet get your street sweeped
Sweep you off your feet, that’s off GP
Squeeze three at your Bentley GT
With the drum my queen Sheila E
The whips ceiling-free, rip the brick up like cream of wheat
We the team to beat
The fans demand new work, but I’m a man of few words
Your tool don’t burst if so then who heard, your view’s blurred
I couldn’t speak, the OG said chew your food first
Spoon was burnt, my shoes is worth an MF DOOM verse
Niggas they claim they ain’t rappers doin’ all the rappin’ (how that work?)
Niggas sayin’ they got cash and I’m saying they catfish
Ain’t none of that shit off Saks Fifth
No respectable establishment carries this
Save yourself the embarrassment, you shallow
When it comes to this apparel, you not parallel
You still in my shadow, ho nigga stealin’ my swag though
Now I know just how Satchmo felt

Young Thug – Wyclef Jean

Okay, my money way longer than a NASCAR race
I told her keep going on the gas fuck the brakes
Only here for one night lemme put it on your face
Let a nigga nut, only way I go to sleep
Boolin’ rockin’ nuder Frank Muller
I know some hoes with good head, fuck a tutor
So many hundreds I done added, I’mma lose ’em
Put me in the Jagy or the Wraith and now I’m coolin’
Play with my money I’mma let ’em niggas do you
Play with my money I’mma let ’em niggas do you
Play with my money I’mma let these niggas do you
Play with my money
Play with my, play with my money

Ride around with my cash
Put him in a body bag
In the store and then dash
Pull up, I’m not a cab
She know she got a nigga bad
She know she gotta keep it bad
She know I gotta keep me some cash
She know she gotta hop on top this dick
She know she gotta ride the motherfucker
Her mama done walked in, but it’s too big
She can’t hide the motherfucker
Even if she the baddest of motherfuker
Man even if she minus the motherfucker
Join in get the mileage motherfucker
I ain’t gon’ disguise it motherfucker
Shop at Saks Fifth, flow on datpiff
Yeah I’m that swift, ask her and him
Yeah add somethin’, put a bone in them
Put a choker on, let ’em choke on em
All my jewelry small, yeah, they got it on
Daughter sexy and my son got the bra
Spit racks on my son and his squad
That a boy, never play with tards
Man I play with ’em boys
New AK with ’em boys
New feng shui for ’em boys
Drippin’ all day for ’em boys
Bitch you ain’t ready for the boys
How you not ready for ’em boys?
Have you ever played with the boys?
I’mma turn the blade on ’em boys

I do it my way, I do
I do it my way, I do
I do it my way, I do
I do it my way, I do

Okay, my money way longer than a NASCAR race
I told her keep going on the gas fuck the brakes
Only here for one night lemme put it on your face
Let a nigga nut, only way I go to sleep
Boolin’ rockin’ nuder Frank Muller
I know some hoes with good head, fuck a tutor
So many hundreds I done added, I’mma lose ’em
Put me in the Jagy or the Wraith and now I’m coolin’

Nigga watch that dog
Nigga plottin’ on the boy, spot ’em
Quick, target on your head, dot ’em dot ’em dot ’em
And I’m good got a rabbits foot in my wallet
Baby bleed it up, been drivin’ in traffic
Twos is seated up, damn shawty
Got her bent up, I just mixed the grams with molly
Her car dented up like she rent to everybody

I do it my way, I do
I do it my way, I do
I do it my way, I do
I do it my way, I do

My money way longer than a NASCAR race
I told her keep going on the gas fuck the brakes
Only here for one night lemme put it on your face
Let a nigga nut, only way I go to sleep
Boolin’ rockin’ nuder Frank Muller
I know some hoes with good head, fuck a tutor
So many hundreds I done added, I’mma lose ’em
Put me in the Jagy or the Wraith and now I’m coolin’

Wyclef Jean – Young Thug lyrics

Lyrics Young Thug – Wyclef Jean

Okay, my money way longer than a Nascar race
I told her keep going on the gas, f*ck the brakes
Only here for one night, let me put it on your face
Let a nigga nut, only way I’ll go to sleep
Boolin, rockin’ all the Frank Muller
I know some hoes with good head, f*ck a tutor
So many hundreds I done added, I’m going to lose ’em
Put me in the Jaggy or the Wraith and now I’m coolin’
Play with my money, I’ma let them niggas do you
Play with my money I’ma let them niggas do you
Play with my money I’ma let these niggas do you
Play with my money
Play with my, play with my money.(wyclef jean)

I do maye, I do
I do maye, I do
I do maye, I do
I do maye, I do.

Play around with my cash
End up in a body bag
In the store and then dash
Pull up, hoppin’ out a cab
She know she got a nigga bad
She know she gotta keep me back
She know I gotta keep me some cash
She know she gotta hop on top the dick
She know you gotta ride that motherf*cker
Her mama done walked in, but it’s too big
She can’t hide that motherf*cker
Even if she divided the motherf*cker
Man even if she minused the motherf*cker
Join in get demolished motherf*cker
I ain’t gon’ disguise it motherf*cker, nah
Shop at Saks Fifth, flow on DatPiff
Yeah I’m that swift, ask her and him
Yeah ask ’em, put a bone in them
Put a choker on ’em, let ’em choke and all
All my jewelry small, yeah, they got it all
Daughter sexy and my son got the broads
Spent racks on my son and his squad
Daddy boy, never play with toys
Better not play with ’em boys
New AK with them boys
New feng shui with the boys
Drippin’ all day for the boys
Bitch you ain’t ready for the boys
I’m in that Wraith homeboy
If you ever play with the boy
I’ma turn the blade on ’em boys.

I do lie, yeah, I do
I do lie, yeah, I do
I do lie, yeah, I do
I do lie, yeah, I do.

Okay, my money way longer than a Nascar race (slatt)
I told her keep going on the gas f*ck the brakes
Only here for one night, let me put it on your face (slatt)
Let a nigga nut, only way I’ll go to sleep (slatt)
Boolin, rockin’ all the Frank Muller (slatt slatt)
I know some hoes with good head, f*ck a tutor (slatt slatt)
So many hundreds I done added, I’m going to lose ’em
Put me in the Jaggy or the Wraith and now I’m coolin’.

Nigga watch that dog
Nigga plottin’ on the boy, spot ’em
Put the target on they head, dot ’em dot ’em dot ’em
And I’m good, got a rabbit’s foot in my wallet
Tell ’em pick it, then drop it, drop it
Do some sit ups, then show your body
Got her bent up, I done took a gram of molly
Her car dented up like she rent to everybody.

I do lie, yeah, I do
I do lie, yeah, I do
I do lie, yeah, I do
I do lie, yeah, I do.

Money way longer than a Nascar race
I told her keep going on the gas f*ck the brakes
Only here for one night, let me put it on your face
Let a nigga nut, only way I’ll go to sleep
Boolin, rockin’ all the Frank Muller
I know some hoes with good head, f*ck a tutor
So many hundreds I done added, I’m going to lose ’em
Put me in the Jaggy or the Wraith and now I’m coolinnn’.(wyclef jean)
Young Thug lyrics
Video Jean

Schoolboy Q – That Part (On Jimmy Kimmel) (Live) letras

Me no conversate with the fake, that part
All my bitches independent bitches, that part
I just want the paper, that part
All my bitches flavored
That part, that part, that part, that part

Ayy! That part
Bang this shit in the hood one time
Lil bitch I’m back and poppin’
Tell that ugly bitch to move away, I need more options
Broke then fix your pockets, all I do is profit

Quarter million, switchin’ lanes, that part
Bet my bitch move the same old thing, that part
405 with the gun off safe, that part
Ayy I’m still tryna make that plate
Rich or poo nigga, pick your fate
Style on top of style, nigga
Five years I’ve been rich, nigga
Drove Bimmers down Fig, nigga
Pushed Porsches down Broadway
I’ve been divin’ in different hoes, nigga
Got a chain that’s worth the Rolls, nigga
Got an engine back with the top in it
Nigga drivin’ it like it’s a bomb in it

Me no conversate with the fake, that part
All my bitches independent bitches, that part
I just want the paper, that part
All my bitches flavored
That part, that part, that part, that part

Okay, okay, okay
Okay, okay, okay! (That part)
Beggars can’t be choosers, bitch this ain’t Chipotle
Nigga with an attitude, I feel like O’Shea
Walkin’, livin’ legend, man I feel like Kobe
I just left the strip club, got some glitter on me
Wifey gonna kill me, she the female OJ
Y’all don’t feel me, man this ain’t okay
Four Seasons, take a shower, new clothes, I’m reloaded
Rich nigga, still eatin’ catfish
That bitch ain’t really bad, that’s a catfish
If I walk up out of Saks Fifth
Have the paparazzi doin’ back-flips
If I lay you down on the mattress
Blow the back out ’til you backless
Thick, we already established
She just got ’em done, bra-strapless
Yeah! Okay
Okay, okay, okay! (That part)
Beggars can’t be choosers, bitch this ain’t Chipotle (That part)
Nigga with an attitude, I feel like O’Shea (That part)
Walkin’, livin’ legend, man I feel like Kobe (That part)

Me no conversate with the fake, that part
All my bitches independent bitches, that part
I just want the paper, that part
All my bitches flavored
That part, that part, that part, that part

Ayy! That part
Bang this shit in the hood one time
Lil bitch I’m back and poppin’
Tell that ugly bitch to move away, I need more options
Broke then fix your pockets, all I do is profit

Few million made and still ain’t changed, that part
Me, my girl got matchin’ bling, that part
I’mma get so blowed, I’mma lose my brain, that part
Me and XO only thing go straight
Need me a bitch that’ll go both ways
Style on top of style, nigga
Since a youngin’ I wanted to ball, nigga
Had a pistol in my drawls, nigga
When I was broke, I had the sauce, nigga
Got a Chevy with side to side on it
Hundred spokes, the dang-d-dangs on it
Got a chopper to stand the fire too
I put your Uzi down beside you

Me no conversate with the fake, that part
All my bitches independent bitches, that part
I just want the paper, that part
All my bitches flavored
That part, that part, that part, that part
Ayy! That part
That part
That part

Walkin’, livin’ legend, man I feel like Kobe (That part)
I just dropped 60, man I feel like Kobe
Lamar was with me, man I feel like Kobe
Pimpin’ at my weddin’, man I feel like Jordan
Trippin’ at my weddin’, I be runnin’ away
Ain’t say shit, nigga
You was listenin’ close though
You was listenin’ to hoes though
You wouldn’t listen to the flow though
Listen to the ‘Go
Listen to a young nigga from the ‘Go though
I’ma freestyle this mothafucka, who knew?
When I’m with my niggas, nigga, ScHoolboy Q
And uh, Top Dawg, call Top Dawg
Get that nigga on the phone
Top Dawg on the phone!
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy! Hah!