Young Thug – Jerome Bettis (Still) Lyrics

[Intro: Young Thug]
Yeah yeah yeah
Yeah yeah yea
Yeah yeah yeah
Wheezybeats
[Hook: Young Thug]
Im still gettin money, Im still getting fetti
Im still getting moolah, Im still getting treasures
Im still spending lettuce, I run Jerome Bettis
Dont even try to play with us, you know we ain’t love you
I still got a bad bitch, Im still livin lavish
Im still givin payments, Im still getting payments
Ya dig
Ya dig
[Verse 1: Young Thug]
Bae, ya dig
Oh yeah yeah
Dont walk nowhere, you in a weelchair yeah
Dont stop and stare, she mine yeah
Look at my pimp card, player yeah
These hoes will do you the baddest
If you find one bad bag
If you find a bad bitch then keep her
Foreign cars, they back in
Never pour no trash
Im red like a firetruck, just got back from NASA
Bought my bitch the new wagon, you dont know nothin bout [?]
A red carpet, the ground that she walk on
I told her to get whatever she want
[Hook: Young Thug]
Im still gettin money, Im still getting fetti
Im still getting moolah, Im still getting treasures
Im still spending lettuce, I run Jerome Bettis
Dont even try to play with us, you know we ain’t love you
I still got a bad bitch, Im still livin lavish
Im still givin payments, Im still getting payments
Ya dig
Ya dig
[Verse 2: Lil Duke]
Im still gettin fetti, pockets [?] lettuce (racks)
Young nigga so broke I can bet it (broke), I know he a rat he go tellin’ (snitch)
These rappers they pussy I smell it (pussy), I want that bread like a deli (bread)
Pour by the four I dont match (lean) , bitch I need all of my extras (extras)
All of these niggas they act like they with it and ain’t even ready
Bitch Im goin out like Ox did on Belly came from the block i was robbin and sellin
Talk out a pole with a Mac-11, [?] the dice so we servin [?]
Count up that cash, I need that guap
Count up that cheese, I need a knot
She suck on the dick like a lollipop, told her booled up on the molly rock
We sip that lean we dont drink Ciroc, put on Celine when I’m steppin’ out
I got that beam on the K, YSL got it engraved
Pussy niggas throwin’ shade, kill them and piss on their grave
[Hook: Young Thug]
Im still gettin money, Im still getting fetti
Im still getting moolah, Im still getting treasures
Im still spending lettuce, I run Jerome Bettis
Dont even try to play with us, you know we ain’t love you
I still got a bad bitch, Im still livin lavish
Im still givin payments, Im still getting payments
Ya dig
Ya dig
[Verse 3: Quavo]
Im still gon’ serve you, I still got birds too
These drugs won’t hurt you, these drugs won’t hurt you
Still got a egg beater (skrr skrr), still got an old pot (skrr skrr)
Still niggas still plottin’, still niggas gettin’ shot
Big ol’ bankroll, pockets on snot nose
Took a bitch out the hood, and put her in designer clothes
I’m in my rarri, took a plate to Calamari (eat it up)
Rings like Horry, play like Curry, bitch Im sorry
Thats why a nigga need a bad bitch, she know how to treat a savage
She won’t even talk to 12, she ain’t even gotta ask me
Trappin’ out a old park, pull up dinosaur, Jurassic
She got a cute face, bad body, but I took her now she all plastic
Barbie doll, barbie doll, Trapstar, block boy
Thousand feet from a neighbor cause I want a tiger and I paid for it
Imma ride with him, Im gon’ slide with him
I might put my trust in him, I might put my pies in him
I ain’t gon get tied in him, Imma fly with him
Imma, yeah
[Hook: Young Thug]
Im still gettin money, Im still getting fetti
Im still getting moolah, Im still getting treasures
Im still spending lettuce, I run Jerome Bettis
Dont even try to play with us, you know we ain’t love you
I still got a bad bitch, Im still livin lavish
Im still givin payments, Im still getting payments
Ya dig
Ya dig

YoungBoy Never Broke Again – Permanent Scar Lyrics

[Intro]
Whoa Kenny
[Verse 1: YoungBoy Never Broke Again]
Got to the top of the mountain like a lion
I’m tryna see what the business
Came from the block and right now it’s that time
I made it out of the trenches
Never look back, I ain’t pressing rewind
Thank God for the way that I’m living
I never slipped off my pivot
And I can tell you how I did it
[Chorus: YoungBoy Never Broke Again]
I came in with the dopeboys, I came in with the rockstars
I came in with a cold heart, and I left as a popstar
I came in with the dopeboys, I came in with the rockstars
From the beginning I played my part, I left the game with permanent scars
I left the game with permanent scars
[Verse 1: Young Thug]
Yeah, yeah
Money calling everybody ’round me, way in Abu Dhabi eating fisheyes
Taking dimes at a seven store hotel, at the top the penthouse
Wine and dine on a big roof, we got monkey like a chimpanzee
The dogs with me, yeah Kenzu
I was fuckin’ gettin’ sucked up by a three nothin’ that’s been two
They was all tease, now they wouldn’t do
For me, know the whole crew
‘Cause they know we all players, no suits
YSL the slime, we not Saint Laurent
They don’t respect your mind when you born blood
Rented a Benzo, with a Maybach on the pillows
I put Balenciaga on my boxers, hands on the trigger
[Chorus: YoungBoy Never Broke Again]
I came in with the dopeboys, I came in with the rockstars
I came in with a cold heart, and I left as a popstar
I came in with the dopeboys, I came in with the rockstars
From the beginning I played my part, I left the game with permanent scars
[Verse 2: Quando Rondo]
Got a gangster bitch and she so uncut
That she don’t even speak English
Talkin’ ’bout money, you ain’t talkin’ ’bout nothin’
We don’t speak the same language
My bank account got a large amount, two bad bitches in the Bentley truck
We don’t do no cappin’, my whole team havin’
I done figured out that’s why they envy us
I’m in a Sprinter van, you on a city bus
And when we talk threes, yeah, we glizzied up
No matter where I’m at, I’m throwing sixties up
We can’t do you track ’cause we ain’t real enough
All in first class, we finna live it up
On the way to the bag, I ain’t givin’ up
For a couple racks you gon’ give it up, yeah, hey
Hi-Tech with the Wockhardt, livin’ life like a rockstar
[Chorus: YoungBoy Never Broke Again]
I came in with the dopeboys, I came in with the rockstars
I came in with a cold heart, and I left as a popstar
I came in with the dopeboys, I came in with the rockstars
From the beginning I played my part, I left the game with permanent scars
[Verse 3: YoungBoy Never Broke Again]
Pray for Reeboks and Versace
I upgraded from my Rosches
You set the bar and I top it
They can’t knock it, they know we the hottest
I collected way too many bodies
I think Thug gave me too many thousands
I pull up in that Benz with the highlands
I get lost in my house, you can’t find me
I’ma fuck her so good, now she can’t find no other
I done mastered this shit, I come straight from the gutter
I done mastered this shit so I’m used to shit
For a verse I got ten, gave it straight to my brother
Did a verse for a ten, gave it straight to my brother, yeah
I’ma say it like that, know you heard me, yeah
[Chorus: YoungBoy Never Broke Again]
I came in with the dopeboys, I came in with the rockstars
I came in with a cold heart, and I left as a popstar
I came in with the dopeboys, I came in with the rockstars
From the beginning I played my part, I left the game with permanent scars(permanent scars, permanent scars, permanent scars)

Young Thug – Scoliosis Lyrics

[Intro: Young Thug]
Yeah, drink this cum, bitch getting pumped (woo)
Black bitch, Keke Palmer (black bitch)
Yeah, pray for a lifetime when you bond us (SEX)
Yeah yeah, real slow when I pump her (woo woo)
[Chorus: Young Thug]
Maserati coupe, it’s a sedan in the garage (skrrt)
[?] all white gold, I’m no fraud (yeah)
Scoliosis, pink face Rollies with the chart
Pine-Sol, diamonds clean, livin’ large
High school, had a bomb in my [?]
Middle school, had that TEC in my locker
I ain’t had to run from the principal (no sir)
I did it because the principle
[Verse 1: Young Thug]
I’ma dance, I was sexin yo’ mama (woo)
Nigga we smoked ’em, we don’t care ’bout no karma
All the homies are protected like Obama (woo woo)
Ancient gold Rolex like a condom (yeah)
Rolls gold, six froze on the Tonka (yeah)
Rolls gold, six by fours on the Tonka (yeah yeah)
Twelve colors on my clothes like a [?] (and what)
Twelve million to my hoe, she humongous (woo woo)
[Chorus: Young Thug]
Maserati coupe, it’s a sedan in the garage (skrrt)
[?] all white gold, I’m no fraud (yeah)
Scoliosis, pink face Rollies with the chart
Pine-Sol, diamonds clean, livin’ large
High school, had a bomb in my [?]
Middle school, had that TEC in my locker (tec)
I ain’t had to run from the principal (no)
I did it because the principle
[Verse 2: Gunna]
Wide body benz with a big nose
Amazon bitch was in some white toes (let’s go)
She got extravagant head, know that deepthroat (deepthroat)
YSL, I’m only ’bout that lingo
That’s the beauty of it, sell some then we split
Coupled with Owen kicks, feds wanna take a pic
I saw some beauty in yo’ bitch, I’m tryna screw my dick
Came in your main real quick, now my kids born rich (let’s go, let’s go)
Ride the foreign, whip built up with toilets
I ain’t bring no cash out the back, cuddle my wallet
We soft like cottonelle, pussy nigga silent
I kill you rat, you stand no care in my conscious
[Chorus: Young Thug]
Maserati coupe, sedan in the garage (skrrt)
[?] all white gold, I’m no fraud (yeah)
Scoliosis, pink face Rollies with the chart
Pine-Sol, diamonds clean, living large
[Verse 3: Lil Duke]
Tesla truck (truck), yeah, we young and rich don’t give a fuck (give no fuck)
Heckler Koch (Koch), four five shells, yeah they gon’ live for more
Can’t wife no thot (wife no thot), I just fuck ’em then I give ’em up (I give ’em up)
Ten bands on the fit, hoes they say I do too much (I do too much)
They diggin’ this shit like a grave (grave)
Can’t do nothing ‘less, I’m gettin’ paid (paid)
My bitches so stuck in they ways (in they ways)
Walk through the back of the bitch, it’s a maze (it’s a maze)
Condo by lane, it’s a mall in it
Ain’t no one nigga, we all win (we all win)
Beat up that pussy, get tall in (tall in)
Lambo so low gotta fall in (fall in)
[Chorus: Young Thug]
Maserati coupe, sedan in the garage (skrrt)
[?] all white gold, I’m no fraud (yeah)
Scoliosis, pink face Rollies with the chart
Pine-Sol, diamonds clean, livin’ large
High school, had a bomb in my [?]
Middle school, had that TEC in my locker (tec)
I ain’t had to run from the principal (no)
I did it because the principle
[Outro: Young Thug]
Rolls gold, six froze on the Tonka (yeah)
Rolls gold, six by fours on the Tonka (yeah yeah)
Twelve colors on my clothes like a [?] (and what)
Twelve million to my hoe, she humongous (woo woo)

DJ ESCO – Showed You Lyrics

[Intro: Future]
DJ EscoMoeCity
Yeah
[Chorus: Young Thug]
All my life I showed you
Ran it up on you and showed you
Yeah I put ice on you, I glowed you
Yeah, your partner them get rolled too
I was taught to get that stick and go and bleed on them
Nigga came straight from the bottom now I got m&ms
And these niggas don’t want no smoke I see police and them dog
And all my life I’m supposed to show you and show you
[Verse 1: Future]
Pockets stretched out like I got a barrel on me
I’m so Pluto, out of reach, can’t come close to me
YSL, breathing air, boy I bleed with them
Gun smoke in the air
Blow that heat with them
All my life I been a hustler and I showed you
I got 10 whips outside and they showed you
I put a Rover in the pot and took it global
I get a whip [?] out come fully loaded
I got some money, bought medallions
That bitch so bad we call her stallion
Gotta put more zips inside the styrofoam
Fucked up your budget on one stone
You get so rich they try to treat you like a outsider
I ran it up, they try to find a way to criticize it
[?], juug and take it and I forgot about it
I became a legend in the streets there ain’t no spit around me
[Chorus: Young Thug]
All my life I showed you
Ran it up on you and showed you
Yeah I put ice on you, I glowed you
Yeah, your partner them get rolled too
I was taught to get that stick and go and bleed on them
Nigga came straight from the bottom now I got m&ms
And these niggas don’t want no smoke I see police and them dog
And all my life I’m supposed to show you and show you
[Verse 2: A Boogie Wit Da Hoodie]
And all my life I run it up nigga that’s my paper
Get the fuck up out my face before I violate you
All the pretty bitches love me I can not blame ’em
I would love me too but still I can not save ’em
I heard the niggas talking crazy, acting wild gangsta
I got some niggas right beside me that’ll violate ya
I got the .30 on me, tucked, I call that my baby
I only hit her up to bust, but still that’s my baby
And I’m like ooh I ain’t here to talk I came to fuck you
I know you just wanna have fun ooh
Well I got a plug with me, yeah
And I got a thug with me, yeah
And he got a drum on him like, ooh
Nigga wit a hoodie and a gun, ooh
I know you don’t wanna be the one, ooh
Oh it’s a dub for ’em, yeah
Put up a dub in ’em, yeah
Came out the mud on ’em, yeah
[Chorus: Young Thug]
All my life I showed you
Ran it up on you and showed you
Yeah I put ice on you, I glowed you
Yeah, your partner them get rolled too
I was taught to get that stick and go and bleed on them
Nigga came straight from the bottom now I got m&ms
And these niggas don’t want no smoke I see police and them dog
And all my life I’m supposed to show you and show you
[Verse 3: Dej Loaf]
Mm, let me hide your sulf mm
Know a nigga with a nose ring
Now we’re sitting in the nose bleeds
I showed you and you show me
It’s time to feed my whole team
If you’re starving you don’t know me
Take care of my mother, brother, all my nieces, aunties
To spend your cap, no cap, no Don C
I ain’t the type to call the police
He lick the pussy with the codeine
The only time I let him OD
Die for me
[Chorus: Young Thug]
All my life I showed you
Rand it up on you and showed you
Yeah I put ice on you, I glowed you
Yeah, your partner them get rolled too
I was taught to get that stick and go and bleed on them
Nigga came straight from the bottom now I got m&ms
And these niggas don’t want no smoke I see police and them dog
And all my life I’m supposed to show you and show you

Young Thug – B*tches Gone Tell Lyrics

When you die somebody else was born
But at least we got to say we…
[Hook: Young Thug]
We ran up them digits we ran up the money
We ran up them digits we ran up that money
We ran up them digits we ran up that money
We ran up them digits we ran up the money
We ran up them digits we ran up some money
We ran up some digits we ran up some money
[Outro: Young Thug]
We got London On Da Track! [Intro: Young Thug]
Thugger! We got London On Da Track! [Pre-Hook: Young Thug]
Nigga, hustlers don’t stop, they keep goin’
You can lose your life but it gon’ keep goin’
Why not risk life when it’s gon’ keep goin’? When you die somebody else was born
But at least we got to say we…
[Hook: Young Thug]
We ran up them digits we ran up the money
We ran up them digits we ran up that money
We ran up them digits we ran up that money
We ran up them digits we ran up the money
We ran up them digits we ran up some money
We ran up some digits we ran up some money
[Verse 2: Meek Mill]
We ran up them digits we ran up that money
We run through them bitches, we run through the hundreds
I rolled in the Bentley, I’m talkin’ the drama shit
Me and my niggas gon’ fuck up the summer, yeah
This summer we puttin’ the numbers yeah (check, check)
Feelin’ like Meechy, I’m feelin’ like Meechy
I jump out that ‘Ghini and lift up the door (skrrt, skrrt)
They said they ballin’ and we say we ballin’
And somebody please tell me what is the score
Woah, woah, woah, somebody please tell me what is the score
We up by 30, that money is dirty
Them bricks in the ceilin’, a mil in the floor
[Pre-Hook: Young Thug]
Nigga, hustlers don’t stop, they keep goin’
You can lose your life but it’s gon’ keep goin’
Why not risk life when it’s gon’ keep goin’? YSL for life
We ran up the digits we ran up the money
We ran up the digits we ran up the money
We ran up some digits.. When you die somebody else was born
But at least we got to say we…
[Hook: Young Thug]
We ran up them digits we ran up the money
We ran up them digits we ran up that money
We ran up them digits we ran up that money
We ran up them digits we ran up the money
We ran up them digits we ran up some money
We ran up some digits we ran up some money
[Verse 3: Young Thug]
I’ma move me some dope like I’m Future
I’ma go in that bitch with a ruler
I’ma toast me a nigga like Strudels
I’ma keep a red flag cause I’m boolin’
I know some roller spaces, I could dually
Yeah, yeah I’m screamin’ oh my god like Cooly
When I snort it, I feel like I was aborted
If I ever die, he better drop his first
I’ve been gettin’ money before the music, fuck Pandora
I just do this shit when I get bored
[Pre-Hook: Young Thug]
Nigga, hustlers don’t stop, they keep goin’
You can lose your life but it’s gon’ keep goin’
Why not risk life when it’s gon’ keep goin’? When you die somebody else was born
But at least we got to say we…
[Hook: Young Thug]
We ran up them digits we ran up the money
We ran up them digits we ran up that money
We ran up them digits we ran up that money
We ran up them digits we ran up the money
We ran up them digits we ran up some money
We ran up some digits we ran up some money
[Verse 1: Young Thug]
I’m leanin’ like I’m on a 5th of the Henny
I talk lots of shit like my bitches and digits
They didn’t know me well so I left ’em with wishes
You know its a drought when you grind and can’t flip it
I’m livin’ big, I swear to God I’m Liu Kang kickin’
Montana
Mama gon’ slime, hustle
Dopeboy, hair grey like a grandma
You know my ice blingin’, light up just like a candle
Rollie pollie, I can control shawty like a channel
My racks are squeakin’, I’m not fartin’
I hop in that ‘Rari, I crank up like Warren
[Pre-Hook: Young Thug]
Nigga, hustlers don’t stop, they keep goin’
You can lose your life but it’s gon’ keep goin’
Why not risk life when it’s gon’ keep goin’?

G-EAZY – The Plan lyrics

You gotta get it! [Intro]
Yeah
Ayy
I do this sh*t cause I-
Turn, turn it up a little bit
I gotta, I gotta, I gotta blap
Yo, yo, ayy
[Pre-Hook]
I might go f*ck up these bands (ayy)
I do this sh*t ’cause I can (yeah)
I just took care of my fam (ayy)
Thought this was always the plan (yeah)
I might go fly to Japan (ayy)
Honolulu get a tan (yeah)
To the beach I don’t bring sand (no)
Thought that was always the plan (yeah)
[Verse 1]
Growed up, now I am the man (yeah)
It’s sh*t you don’t understand (ayy)
Popeye just opened the can
I don’t f*ck with no fufu that’s not on my brand (ayy)
Call me when you need a hand (yeah)
In the bay I’m superman (ayy)
YSL on me, god damn
Tell me, why is your girlfriend my number one fan? (yeah)
Always scrutinized, bags are super sized, why are you surprised? What do you mean? It’s not going to make itself
When you wake up and check the Chase App
And this sh*t got more and more digits than a license plate
Them seven-eight figures don’t make themselves, yadadamean? Must have mixed us with a different group of guys
Spot the truth or lies, I mean business
But I’m not in suit and ties
Just been prophesized (yeah, uh)
This sh*t fell right into place (yeah)
Indy 500 my pace (ayy)
Drinking it straight to the face
Liquor and women, two things I don’t chase (uh)
Don’t got a minute to waste (yeah)
Mask off I’m showing my face (yeah)
Shoutout Dakari my ace (uh)
They hate so much it’s a disgrace (uh)
I put ’em back into place (yeah)
I put your bitch in a wraith
I just snatch her, she’s vanishing without a trace (yeah)
[Pre-Hook]
I might go f*ck up these bands (ayy)
I do this sh*t ’cause I can (yeah)
I just took care of my fam (ayy)
Thought this was always the plan (yeah)
I might go fly to Japan (ayy)
Honolulu get a tan (yeah)
To the beach I don’t bring sand (no)
[Hook]
Thought that was always the plan (no)
Thought that was always the plan (no)
Thought that was always the plan (ayy)
Did it I do it again (no)
Thought that was always the plan
I might go f*ck up these bands (ayy)
I do this sh*t ’cause I can (yeah)
I just took care of my fam (ayy)
Thought this was always the plan (yeah)
[Verse 2]
Ten years this sh*t has been brewing (ayy)
I’m like “The f*ck you been doing?” (yeah)
Hall of fame, Gerald’s a shoe in
You’ll never be Jordan, you’re more Patrick Ewing (yeah)
Number one spot, I’m pursuing (ayy)
Exclusive like “who let you in?”
Money talks, I speak it fluent
Got tired of my bitch, I went got a new one
Quick swish that
This bitch whack
Pack, flip that
Making quick stacks
This sh*t blap
She did that (uh)
Taking a quick trap nap (yeah)
I go all night and sh*t
Ain’t gotta hide this sh*t
This sh*t’s a freestyle, I ain’t even write this sh*t
Roll me some, Marty, and I’m finna light this sh*t (ayy, yeah)
My jaw swimming on South Beach
This is sh*t that they don’t teach
Don’t go too far
Don’t trap too hard
Bitch, don’t reach like (uh)
Drugs got me on a level, lock jaw, got slow speech
I’m courtside, I got floor seats
Next to Rihanna like “Oh Sheesh!”
[Pre-Hook]
I might go f*ck up these bands (ayy)
I do this sh*t ’cause I can (yeah)
I just took care of my fam (ayy)
Thought this was always the plan (yeah)
I might go fly to Japan (ayy)
Honolulu get a tan (yeah)
To the beach I don’t bring sand (no)
[Hook]
Thought that was always the plan (no)
Thought that was always the plan (no)
Thought that was always the plan (ayy)
Did it I do it again (you know?)
Thought that was always the plan (yeah)
I might go f*ck up these bands (ayy)
I do this sh*t ’cause I can (yeah)
I just took care of my fam (ayy)
Thought that was always the plan (yeah)
[Outro]
I thought this was always the plan
What were you doing? There’s only one way
There’s only one option
There’s only one route to get there, you know? This was always the plan

24hrs – Address (Uncensored)

[Intro]
Ayy Twenty
Hella kush with this Louis V du-rag
Blue Benz, I just pulled off with the paper tags
This for my day shift and my night shift girls
This for my day shift and my night shift girls
24hrs…
And… hold up, hold up, hold up
[Chorus]
Address, she keep askin’ for the address
Address, she keep askin’ for the address
She mad pressed, that mean she can’t get the address
She mad pressed, that mean she can’t get the address
Address, she keep askin’ for the address
Address, she keep askin’ for the address
She mad pressed, that mean she can’t get the address
She mad pressed, that mean she can’t get the address
[Verse 1]
Light wrist, right wrist my shit like a crisis
Diamonds on my left flooded, hope that you can swim, bitch
And we make a movie every time so you should film this
Me and Oscar in Vancouver riding in a limo
I don’t wanna hear your SoundCloud or your demo
I just got to hip to Twenty, damn lil’ bitch you super late
Everything a film to me, my lifestyle like a Super 8
Twenty, Twenty, Twenty, hold up you know he gon’ eat the beat
Paul, Paul, Paul, Paul, you know he gon’ sit with me
She gon’ throw it back for me
I hit your ho, look back for me
Throwed her like it’s cee-lo, touch down in the T.O
She said, "Twenty you ain’t no good, saw you brought out Roy Wood$"

[Chorus]
Address, she keep askin’ for the address
Address, she keep askin’ for the address
She mad pressed, that mean she can’t get the address
She mad pressed, that mean she can’t get the address
Address, she keep askin’ for the address
Address, she keep askin’ for the address
She mad pressed, that mean she can’t get the address
She mad pressed, that mean she can’t get the address
[Verse 2]
Put her in an Uber, she ain’t never got the address
Dropped 5 bands on the YSL leather dress
Gucci, Gucci, Gucci, they know Twenty is a customer
We went to Coachella, man hurry, all the drugs with her
Pop back, pop back, know a young nigga gon’ play this
She said, "Twenty, oh my God, my favorite
I think you might make it in my playlist"
Turn up, turn up, put a young nigga in the playlist
Turn up, turn up, put a young nigga in the playlist
Turn up, turn up, fuck a young nigga to the playlist
Turn up, turn up, shawty just work that day shift
Turn up, turn up, put a young nigga in the playlist
[Chorus]
Address, she keep askin’ for the address
Address, she keep askin’ for the address
She mad pressed, that mean she can’t get the address
She mad pressed, that mean she can’t get the address
Address, she keep askin’ for the address
Address, she keep askin’ for the address
She mad pressed, that mean she can’t get the address
She mad pressed, that mean she can’t get the address

[Outro]
Clap it, clap it, clap it, clap it, clap it
Like I knew you would
Clap it, clap it, clap it, clap it, clap it
Show me somethin’ good
Clap it, clap it, clap it, clap it, clap it
I’ma throw these ones
Clap it, clap it, clap it, clap it, clap it
You the chosen one

CHANCE THE RAPPER – Big B’s lyrics

Big business
Like the opp say big business, you know what I’m saying, fucks
Yeah, now watch me

[Verse 1: Young Thug]
Handful of hunnids, real big Bentley
Hublot, nigga get some business
Whole lotta hoes, nigga get your women, heh
Stuff ‘er with the pole, come and get your women nigga
Big business, talk shit Wendy Williams, ooh
Catch ’em at the club sipping, fuck around they missing, hold on
Big pimping, iced out my crew now my mission complete
Pimp C, I ain’t doing that, I’ma fuck her on the sheets, yeah
And all my niggas loyal like Bun B, hold on
Fuck you thought? YSL till we d-i-e, hold on, hold on
Fuck around and set the bitch off like Queen Latifah
Hold on, hold on, yeah, going all out ’bout my dog like Scooby-ee
And a nigga trap door swinging like Bizzy B, woah
Outdated temporary tag on a Bentley B (Bentley B)
Two tone wire bag, double R, park it on the streets, yeah, hold on
Two tone wire bag, big tires tear up the streets, rwar
Looking at your kid, I might be the papi (sheesh)
65 pointers in the Cuban sheesh (damn, woah, sheesh)
Diamonds on the backside tearing up my skin, sheesh
Uh, your old man tryna do it like me, sheesh

[Chorus: Chance The Rapper]
Please, please
Treat me like you know who I am
Please, please
Bitch I know who I am, uh

[Verse 2: Chance The Rapper]
I got money on my card
Put some money on they books, that’s a yard
I declare war on the beast for my God, sheesh
Gross 3 mil off the new hat
If I could go back, I make the two cap
Love me in my city like Cusack
Get a little beat and I’ll loop that
Get a little money, I’ll oop that
Split it with my niggas in the group chat
Left for a minute then I flew back
Had to ask Bruce “where the truth at?”
Had to ask Rahm “where the truth at?”
Now I can’t ride with the roof back
Tell ’em I don’t play around with other people’s kids
Got an office in the steakhouse
Gotta bid for the ribs
Got a meeting at the Ritz
Gave a trip to my rib
‘Cause she leaving where I live but I see her in a min
Got a Michael prayer card for the good luck, ay
Bra push up when I pull up, ay
Got a little money from the tour, yeah
Spend it all on baby pull ups, ay
Big old Bentley, bitch I mix the Henny with the Simply
Lemonade exterior, Lorenzos under Bentleys
Put you in the friend zone if you start acting too friendly
Bought a baby Benzo and some Kenzo just for Kensli
Wake up real early but I eat late
Go and hit the streets with that brief case
Time to shake down another cheap skate
You could tell he’s lying, cheesecake

[Verse 3: Young Thug]
Make a nigga bitch tap out
Then put you in the fours with a real big body
Bitch said nigga need to stop got 100 racks on me
Can’t fit in my pocket
I’m a street nigga, I’ma eat me some soup, I’ma let my bitch eat pasta
Told y’all niggas ain’t stopping
Black card in my wallet, I’ma feed my partner
I was at one of my shows feeling like Cam’ron with the pink Margielas
We was tryna beat a murder capital, riding around the town with the pink Beretta
When I got in touch with the money, me and shawty fucked around and filled my schedule
Momma just sent me a picture got Indian in my family through my God damn nana
Young nigga fucked ’round, dropped out school, learned it all through the ID channel
Young nigga fucked around and ran out of bullets in the .40, got to get a banana
These young niggas go brazy, done got that money, they still might pop
So many blue faces on me right now, young nigga still gamble
35 racks for the factories, I steal mammals
I ain’t no rapper nigga, I teach ya
I’m a big dog, no pedigree, I eat racks
Boomerang your bitch sweet, she coming back

[Chorus: Chance The Rapper]
Please, please
Treat me like you know who I am
Please, please
Bitch I know who I am, uh

Good Charlotte – Keep Your Hands Off My Girl

Let the record play,
Let the record play,
Let the record play.
The way that you dance,
The way that you move,
The way that you stare at me across the room,
You carry Dion bags,
And you got your Chanel,
You wear L Louis Vuitton, ASG, and YSL,
Now I got what you need,
I got DCMA,
I got brass knuckles hanging,
From my neck and my chain,
I got a model 26,
But she stays in her place,
I got a curve shirt neatly,
Tucked inside in my waist.
And the record keeps playing,
The same old song,
The hipster keeps mugging on me all night long,
They say "Aha, ahha",
Keep your hands off my girl,
Keep your hands off my girl,
They say "Aha, ahha",
But the record keeps playing,
The same old song,
They say "Aha, ahha",
Keep your hands off my girl,
Keep your hands off my girl.
Now she sweating my friends,
And my hurricane shoes,
She likes the records I spin,
But out important tattoos,
But she can’t say "what’s up",
So what does she do,
She just stays posted up,
The other side of the room,
I got AMC tattooed in my hand,
I got black wall street on a black bandana.
And the record keeps playing,
The same old song,
The hipster keeps mugging on me all night long,
They say "Aha, ahha",
Keep your hands off my girl,
Keep your hands off my girl,
They say "Aha, ahha",
But the record keeps playing,
The same old song,
They say "Aha, ahha",
Keep your hands off my girl,
Keep your hands off my girl.
She, she, she don’t wanna talk about it,
He, he, he wants to fight about,
Me, me, I don’t wanna fight about it,
I just wanna be about it,
I’m just trying to stay about it,
Step out the wagon,
You know the boy starts to hate,
The girl that came with him,
They like that’s not the boy she dates,
They get the fighting and swearing,
And now the boyfriend is staring,
The disco ball on the ceiling,
Looks like the chain that I’m wearing,
But the music keeps playing,
I got brass knuckles hanging,
From my neck and my chain,
I got brass knuckles hanging,
From my neck and my chain.
And the record keeps playing,
The same old song,
The hipster keeps mugging on me all night long,
They say "Aha, ahha",
Keep your hands off my girl,
Keep your hands off my girl,
And the record keeps playing,
The same old song,
The hipster keeps mugging on me all night long,
They say "Aha, ahha",
Keep your hands off my girl,
Keep your hands off my girl.
You carry Dion bags,
And you got your Chanel,
You wear Louis Vuitton, ASG, and YSL
Now I got what you need,
I got DCMA,
I got brass knuckles hanging,
From my neck and my chain,
I got brass knuckles hanging,
From my neck and my chain.

Duke – Stand Up Niggas (feat. Young Thug)

[Intro]
TM X Wheezy on the beat you know
Thats a hell of a collaboration

[Verse 1: Lil Duke]
My bitch go hard but you let her
We out and you know that you can’t scare us
We gonna go get the money can’t fear us
Riding in some shit from Fast and the Furious
They love to deliver it, look at my history
Boy I been winning, don’t get nothing but victories
And I been smoking the shit like a hickory bush
Screaming out church you could say that I’m pimpin em

[Hook]
Start in the streets then I took off with rap
40K riding on my lap, come around play and get clapped
Fuck all the fake hugs and daps
Where my stand up niggas at?
Real niggas, Real niggas, Real niggas, Real niggas, Real niggas
Where my niggas that really count them checks?
Cash cash cash cash cash cash guap guap guap
We didn’t grew here but we flew here on a private jet
Young nigga but we been had money power respect

[Verse 2: Lil Duke]
Play with that money have me aimin’ at your head
Boy we done ran it up shootout lil set and baby
Running with zoes like I’m Haitian
Work the pot like I’m Jamaican
I want my white bitch to have my lil baby
And she wanna pamper me like I’m a baby
Crack era born in the 80’s
Popping these pills and I’m faded (percs)
Just did a interview with Fader, fuck all the fakes and the haters
Maision Margiela don’t do alligator
She just wanna stare she think that I’m crazy
Been in the streets since I jumped off the pavement
Had to persuade her right none this shit paid me
Selling out shows right in vegas
Jumping in crowds and we wavin’
YSL, YSL, YSL, YSL, YSL, YSL, YSL YSL YSL YSL paid me
That shit swagged up you know, I did that shit off the top of my head
Now I’mma let thug get you bitch ass niggas

[Verse 3: Young Thug]
Bae would you ride? Bae would you die? bitch you lied
I looked in your eyes, I seen it, you disguised it, dirty bitch
My pockets on swole like a Rising, no way I can hide it
No way to buy her buy her buy her tried it
My flow nasty like a diet, these bitches looking so excited
These bitches get a nigga indicted, they back stabbing they knifing
Tie her like Riley, shoot the back like Ricky no smiley
Say hi to Hannah Montana, I told her I was on Molly
I seen a breeze down in Cascade
Stretched her out like elastic
Serving robin no basket
Denim great like raspberry
Got her down to her knees, no mecry
Bitch trappin’ on these, yeah yeah yeah
I saved up and bought my mom a house
I left the condo I done left the couch, never going back in and out
I done found a better route, what the fuck is you tellin bout
Baby I’m the tooth fairy, I’m takin your dentures out
I’m blue like Belly, geeked up take your medicine out
I’m the flyest tooth fairy, flying round a pussy nigga house
I just wanna dress fly lil baby
I just wanna drive the Bentley ’round
I just wanna be quiet baby, I just want y’all to hear me out

Oh Yeah, Aye, Yeah Yeah Yeah, Oh, Oh Oh, Aye, Yeah
Aye, woah
Thugger

24Hrs & Madeintyo – YSL Boots (24Hrs In Tokyo EP)

[Verse 1: MadeinTYO]
Ooh, shawty you cute, hey
Buy you them YSL boots (skrrt, skrrt)
All of the cops wanna shoot
What is a nigga gon’ do?
Eat that lil’ cookie, she bad
You know I’m poppin’ them tags
None of them niggas got swag
None of them niggas got swag
Ooh, shawty you cute, hey
Buy you them YSL boots (skrrt, skrrt)
All of the cops wanna shoot
What is a nigga gon’ do?
Eat that lil’ cookie, she bad
You know I’m poppin’ them tags
None of them niggas got swag
None of them niggas got swag

[Hook: 24hrs]
I need my money up front
I need my money up front
She got the junk in the trunk
She got the junk in the trunk
I buy my bitch what she wants
I buy my bitch what she wants
I smoke the gas out the blunt
I smoke the gas out the blunt

[Verse 2: MadeinTYO]
Shirt off, two chains
Spendin’ money, blue flames
XBox, new game
Delete number, you lame
‘Saces, new frame
Rosé, black bottle
Georgetown Solbiato
Lil’ model wanna gobble
I want the trunk in the front
I won’t be mad boo
Shawty cute with them tattoos
Fuck it, do the Raf too
I was no one but I passed you
Young nigga got the bag too

[Hook: 24hrs]
I need my money up front
I need my money up front
She got the junk in the trunk
She got the junk in the trunk
I buy my bitch what she wants
I buy my bitch what she wants
I smoke the gas out the blunt
I smoke the gas out the blunt

Dae Dae feat. Young M.A & Young Thug – Spend It (Remix) Lyrics

(Intro – Dae Dae)
Spend that s**t
What we doing?
Spend that s**t
What we doing?
Spend that s**t
What we doing?
Spend that s**t
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Spend a check and get it right back
Ni**a what we doing?
Spend a check and get it right back oohh!

(Chorus – Dae Dae)
Spend that s**t remix, spend that s**t remix
Spend that s**t remix, spend that s**t remix
What we doin’?
Spend a check and get it right back
What’s a couple grand?
Spend a check and get it right back
Spend that s**t, spend that s**t remix
Spend that s**t remix, spend that s**t that remix
Spend a check and get it right back remix
Spend a check and get it right back

RELATED

(Verse 1 – Dae Da)
Let them numbers talk, let them numbers talk
I’m rich as s**t, I got too much sauce
Worked my a$$ off, I need my passport, I do
They love me in London, this career here ain’t promised
Don’t understand all that mumbling
Ni**a, speak how you feel
What’s the pressure and the hate for?
You only knew me bout a year
Went on that Thug tour, and what?
And I went slept crazy
Now I’m on another tour, another one?
They ain’t doing that in the a oh no
Couple jewels on me, lot of blues on me
A lot of tatted in the city
But ni**as tripping in the city
All that shooting and that running
Shoot innocent bystanders
So you call that gangsta? That ain’t gangsta
Ni**a better get you some money

(Chorus – Dae Dae & Young Thug)
Spend that s**t YSL, spend that s**t
Spend that s**t yeah, yeah, spend that s**t
Spend a check and get it right back
Spend a check and get it right back
Spend a check and get it right back
Spend that s**t, spend it, spend it, spend that s**t, remix
Spend that s**t, brand new Bentley, spend that s**t, spend it, ni**a
Spend a check and get it right back
Spend it, get it right back
Spend a check and get it right back

(Verse 2 – Young Thug)
Jeffery!
Jumanji boards
Get it, got Jumanji boards
More hoes than a body tell
And they all think I’m one on one
She sped off
F**k around, took my meds off
My dogs wit me baby, better call Petsmart
I just bought a big light
Bought it just to touch it for something
And I heard your dope ain’t nothing
You touch it, it bust for something
It’s not a discussion for something
Hublot flooded for something
Chain gang Kool-Aid pack, honey bun
I got a check for rando
I treat the best the family though
I might put a snake on all my collars
I don’t care a boo when I’m sprinkling dollars
My molly is pink, no dolphin
Your weed is extinct, no coffin
I heard that you waiting for something
You better take over for something
When you get it, spend that s**t, ni**a

(Chorus – Dae Dae & Young M.A)
Spend that s**t, spend that s**t
Spend that s**t, spend that s**t
Spend a check and get it right back
Spend a check and get it right back
Spend that s**t, spend that s**t
Spend that s**t, spend that s**t
What up, Dae Dae?
Spend a check and get it right back
Ooouuu!
Spend a check and get it right back

(Verse 3 – Young M.A)
I got my money up, got my money up
Got the nina on me, I keep her tummy tucked
Riding round in that 87 bumping my s**t skrrt!
50 bands in a rubber band on some block s**t
She pop the pu**y, I pop the tags, they pop s**t
Pinkie ring all iced out on some rock s**t
Golddiggers try to s**k me up on some mop s**t
But I’m Money Mitch, I’m broke, baby, I ain’t got s**t
Kill that s**t, I’ma kill that s**t
I’ma kill that s**t, I’ma kill that s**t
I kill her s**t and send her right back
I kill her s**t and send her right back

(Outro – Young Thug)
You gotta spend a check, get it right back
You gotta blow a check, you gon get it right back
If you ever cry with checks, might not get every back

Flatbush Zombies – Bounce (On MTV Wonderland) (Live)

[Verse 1: Meechy Darko]
YSL pants with the zippers, yikes
Met her this evenin’ already hit it, twice
Tag on your soul everybody got a price
Acid, Acid change your life…
???
I’m faded like ???
She call Meechy over, I slide in that coochie
Nosedive in that coochie
My dick is big, it should be wearin’ a Coogie
Imma need some friends
Tied down, my lifestyle
Even bleached the pants
Next week Japan
???
Flatbush, Brooklyn, from the County of Kings, ah
Run up on me like I’m some hippie, nigga
???
Ooh, damn, that punchline delivers
Hold up wait a minute, moment of silence
Hm, Fuck it
Let’s get back to wylin’
Blood on your Timbs, Shoot Shoot
???
???
Ambidextrous, I shoot with two hands
Even got blood on your friends
I think I just flooded the Benz
Damn it, baby, Meechy’s at it again
M-M-Murder, murder, murder
Capital M with two gats in my hand

[Verse 2: Zombie Juice]
Everyday a nigga wake up got to blaze a little chronic
Thank the universe, I’m blessing, new day a new dollar
Middle finger to my niggas and my bitches two times
Representing for my niggas in the hood it’s no ceiling
Sellin’, trappin’ like a villain, cold
Should’ve made a killing, go
Finger played with it, yo
Nigga stay with it
Hate a nigga, fade a ???
Dum diddy dumb
I, I, I, I, I high like the sun
Fetch a frequency, this ain’t shit to me
She said she got a friend, then let my nigga beat
Meech, Roll em, Bust em, cannons, wooh
Spliff long looking like a Manson
I’m on acid feeling like the Gamptons
She feeling freaky beat the pussy like a champion
Young nigga but I’m still O.G
Supreme team like 1993
Triple 6 on my coffin, I dance with the devil
Came back with a vengeance, Christ off the hinges
I’m nice with this picket, twice as much vicious
Psych-active, I’m on a mission
Electric Kool-aide, Make your decision
You want it, I get you
These niggas ain’t right, they can’t write they own shit
But they smile in your face, and they claim they the shit
But to me a disgrace
Trying to keep stuff in hand like you running a race
Got an ounce to burn, got a trip to make
Free my niggas lawd, made it right today
Got an ounce to burn, got a trip to make

[Verse 3: Erick Arc Elliott]
Not a thug but niggas know how I keep mine
Call her up or quick to throw up the peace sign
Girl, that pussy let me hit it
Girl, I got to get it
Saying she got a feeling, she let a young nigga hit it
Back and forth cause we smoke them seven grams
Billboard shit I don’t expect you to understand
My performance, dreams at 14
Now I hear them calling ???
Won’t slip away this is serious business
Voided in mischief while spending these Benjamins
Open the potential pussy to me
Brought to you by the ungrateful police
Conscious keep telling me, beautiful melody
Will exhibit if I trip on the L.S.D
Nah, ??? for money and dro
Some people think I spend money, for sure
Spend us your money
Flip like a Rolex
Components will kill my opponents
I sit on my throne, it’s enormous
Composed with the ???
My karma is good, dog, and y’all need supportin’
My bitch is so gorgeous, I cannot afford
Juice spend time with her when chasin’ these whores
Money, keep countin’
She strip like ??? Mountains
My passport is packed
How I travel, astoundin’ (Yeah)
Thug Waffle did that
Now we comin’ back for the killer contract
Pull up on your pampers
Three man army

Don’t talkin’ to me less you talkin’ bout a profit

MADEINTYO – YSL (feat. Rich The Kid) letras

[Hook: MadeinTYO]
YSL up on my waist, goddamn I’m too fine
Oh, oh yeah, yeah that bitch up on my line
She just gave me top oh I just lost my mind
Oh, oh yeah, yeah that bitch up on my line
YSL up on my waist, goddamn I’m too fine
Oh, oh yeah, yeah that bitch up on my line
She just gave me top yeah I just lost my mind
Oh, oh yeah, yeah that bitch up on my line

[Verse 1: MadeinTYO]
I was supposed to do it
You want the hoes to do it
I’m ballin’ but I don’t hoop
She got a fatty too
This is what daddy do
You niggas mad at who?
I rock that Gucci boots
That’s what I’m ‘pposed to do
You fuck your money up quick
I’m tryna stack my shit
They still hate on the low
Nigga ain’t that some shit?
I get the racks soo quick
Pipe up my fashion quick
I get the racks soo quick
Pipe up my fashion quick

[Hook: MadeinTYO]
YSL up on my waist, goddamn I’m too fine
Oh, oh yeah, yeah that bitch up on my line
She just gave me top oh I just lost my mind
Oh, oh yeah, yeah that bitch up on my line
YSL up on my waist, goddamn I’m too fine
Oh, oh yeah, yeah that bitch up on my line
She just gave me top yeah I just lost my mind
Oh, oh yeah, yeah that bitch up on my line

[Verse 2: Rich The Kid]
Foreign hoe bitch gave me top
I can’t cuff her I’m a dog like whoo
That’s your girl? I’m in her mouth like ooh
YSL on me, I flex with a check
Rich forever put more ice on my neck
Don’t fuck with these niggas, they get no respect
Model, model, oh she think she a model?
Take a ride in the foreign, she swallow
Pour the lean on a plane, we sippin’
2 bitches in the back and they kissin’
I get the money quick
I had to bust out my wrist
I ain’t shut up for a second
Fuck these niggas, keep flexin’

[Hook: MadeinTYO]
YSL up on my waist, goddamn I’m too fine
Oh, oh yeah, yeah that bitch up on my line
She just gave me top oh I just lost my mind
Oh, oh yeah, yeah that bitch up on my line
YSL up on my waist, goddamn I’m too fine
Oh, oh yeah, yeah that bitch up on my line
She just gave me top yeah I just lost my mind
Oh, oh yeah, yeah that bitch up on my line

Flatbush Zombies – Bounce (On Jimmy Kimmel) (Live) letras

[Verse 1: Meechy Darko]
YSL pants with the zippers, yikes
Met her this evenin’ already hit it, twice
Tag on your soul everybody got a price
Acid, Acid change your life…
???
I’m faded like ???
She call Meechy over, I slide in that coochie
Nosedive in that coochie
My dick is big, it should be wearin’ a Coogie
Imma need some friends
Tied down, my lifestyle
Even bleached the pants
Next week Japan
???
Flatbush, Brooklyn, from the County of Kings, ah
Run up on me like I’m some hippie, nigga
???
Ooh, damn, that punchline delivers
Hold up wait a minute, moment of silence
Hm, Fuck it
Let’s get back to wylin’
Blood on your Timbs, Shoot Shoot
???
???
Ambidextrous, I shoot with two hands
Even got blood on your friends
I think I just flooded the Benz
Damn it, baby, Meechy’s at it again
M-M-Murder, murder, murder
Capital M with two gats in my hand

[Verse 2: Zombie Juice]
Everyday a nigga wake up got to blaze a little chronic
Thank the universe, I’m blessing, new day a new dollar
Middle finger to my niggas and my bitches two times
Representing for my niggas in the hood it’s no ceiling
Sellin’, trappin’ like a villain, cold
Should’ve made a killing, go
Finger played with it, yo
Nigga stay with it
Hate a nigga, fade a ???
Dum diddy dumb
I, I, I, I, I high like the sun
Fetch a frequency, this ain’t shit to me
She said she got a friend, then let my nigga beat
Meech, Roll em, Bust em, cannons, wooh
Spliff long looking like a Manson
I’m on acid feeling like the Gamptons
She feeling freaky beat the pussy like a champion
Young nigga but I’m still O.G
Supreme team like 1993
Triple 6 on my coffin, I dance with the devil
Came back with a vengeance, Christ off the hinges
I’m nice with this picket, twice as much vicious
Psych-active, I’m on a mission
Electric Kool-aide, Make your decision
You want it, I get you
These niggas ain’t right, they can’t write they own shit
But they smile in your face, and they claim they the shit
But to me a disgrace
Trying to keep stuff in hand like you running a race
Got an ounce to burn, got a trip to make
Free my niggas lawd, made it right today
Got an ounce to burn, got a trip to make

[Verse 3: Erick Arc Elliott]
Not a thug but niggas know how I keep mine
Call her up or quick to throw up the peace sign
Girl, that pussy let me hit it
Girl, I got to get it
Saying she got a feeling, she let a young nigga hit it
Back and forth cause we smoke them seven grams
Billboard shit I don’t expect you to understand
My performance, dreams at 14
Now I hear them calling ???
Won’t slip away this is serious business
Voided in mischief while spending these Benjamins
Open the potential pussy to me
Brought to you by the ungrateful police
Conscious keep telling me, beautiful melody
Will exhibit if I trip on the L.S.D
Nah, ??? for money and dro
Some people think I spend money, for sure
Spend us your money
Flip like a Rolex
Components will kill my opponents
I sit on my throne, it’s enormous
Composed with the ???
My karma is good, dog, and y’all need supportin’
My bitch is so gorgeous, I cannot afford
Juice spend time with her when chasin’ these whores
Money, keep countin’
She strip like ??? Mountains
My passport is packed
How I travel, astoundin’ (Yeah)
Thug Waffle did that
Now we comin’ back for the killer contract
Pull up on your pampers
Three man army

Don’t talkin’ to me less you talkin’ bout a profit

Isaiah Rashad & Goldlink – Untitled letras

[Intro: Isaiah Rashad]
I don’t know where you came from
But I know I love you, that I love you
I don’t know where you came from
I remember them

[Verse 1: Isaiah Rashad]
I remember them
Mama why you got me rockin’ Sketchers?
I’m a product of the product
And the product bought a Lexus
And the Caddy with the cool paint
Every day is special
Why you stressin’ on a Tuesday?
Come and smoke a few
And I can show you ’bout the dominoes
High as I could be
High enough to go "Geronimo," Metro PCP
Uncle Sherman, Uncle Bobby know
Every junkie sayin’ that it used to be a hobby though
This is not for nada, not for nothin’
It’s a lot of those
This is that euphoria
You’re my glory, you’re my pot of gold
Kisses from your daughter
Watch her hard and wipe her snotty nose
Everybody got it, what you got it? Well I gotta go
Bring you back or somethin’, all you wanted as a youngin’
Just a piece of
More than uniformin’ every mornin’ with the creases
This is for my deacons
That’s smokin’ every Sunday
Get your rest and get your money
Preacher preacher started rappin’ just to reach us

[Hook: Preston Harris]
I don’t know where you came from
But I know I love you, I love you, love you
I don’t know where you came from
But I know I love you, I love you

[Verse 2: GoldLink]
Look I fell in love with the devil and she was rockin’ Concords
YSL jeans and had a strut that you would die for
Heard that she got a man
He a Blood and we ain’t trippin’ ‘cuh
Got some killers that just don’t believe, but they believe in love
Look, we can be Ruby D, Ozzy Davis if you wanted to
The two of us, hangin’ out the coupe with our deuces up
Why don’t we?
I don’t understand why we are standin’ here
Why don’t we?
Run so far away that they can’t find us here?
I ain’t afraid to die for my city, just to shine ’em through
Maybe go to Heaven, see your auntie, take a pic or two
And tell her what a woman you’ve become and how I’m proud of you
And how I seen you naked and I never seen a better view
Damn your niece got so big
Mama she just lookin’ like you
Make a little progress, stumble backwards, it’s the cycle
I ain’t even trippin’ if my heart break
That’s the devil, she so bad she speed my heart rate
But I start to sin like

[Hook: Preston Harris]
I don’t know where you came from
But I know I love you, I love you, love you
I don’t know where you came from
But I know I love you, I love you

Dora & Dolly – Drippin (Family Ties Mixtape) letras

[Hook: Dora]
Drippin’
I know, I know, I know you see this drippin’ on me
On me, on me, on me
Drippin’
I know, I know, I know you see this drippin’ on me
On me, on me, on me

[Verse 1: Dolly]
Dolly’s goin’ back to back
Dolly went and got the sack
Bloomingdales and Saks
Dolly want the whole rack
Juugin’ like melting ice
Dolly don’t ask the price
I’m cutting up the night
Red bottom with the spikes
I go and catch a flight
Put that lil baby on ice
Fuck around and lose your life
Cartiers on my ice
Can’t see these bitches I’m so blind
Maybach, hit the blinds
It’s Dollywood, must I remind you?

[Hook: Dora]
Drippin’
I know, I know, I know you see this drippin’ on me
On me, on me, on me
Drippin’
I know, I know, I know you see this drippin’ on me
On me, on me, on me

[Verse 2: Dora]
Watchin’ me stack by the pack
Crew bring it back by the bag
Bitch hatin’ yeah that way
Attitude Pac, givin’ fades
Really don’t trip about shit
YSL love no fakes
(?)
Dora don’t shook that bae
Dora don’t have that bae
Dora don’t kiss that bae
Dora don’t need that bae
Dora got the bae at the bay
Dora in the ‘Bach with the bae
Dora speakin’ (?) that bae
YSL they all my baes

[Hook: Dora]
Drippin’
I know, I know, I know you see this drippin’ on me
On me, on me, on me
Drippin’
I know, I know, I know you see this drippin’ on me
On me, on me, on me

Gucci Mane – Out The Zoo (Woptober Album) letras

[Intro]
(Listen to this track bitch)
Woah, Wop
Hah, Wop
Woah, sheesh
Burr, toy
Skrt, Wizzop

[Verse 1]
I take the good with the bad and the bad with the good
The plug sent the goods so I had to flood the hood
The plug sent the bag then I offed that too
That made me a bigger asset to the plug
But tell me how you feel when your plug tell on ya
Your partner in crime on thugs tell on ya
Talking 20 years, 30 years, 50 years
In the cell feeling drunk like you drunk 80 pills
Homicide though, genocide when I ride
When we die, only God knows where the bullets fly
In my Hummer truck, Will is coming through my car door
I had contract killers staying at my condo
Got a hole in your folk just to show I ain’t bluffing
Gotta vest up cause I sure ain’t ducking
Standing in the cold on the corner, flash O’s
Sold his soul to the devil for a Mac-11
100 bricks of pure coke, white like heaven
My Mexican copped the lick, connect doing confession
Sitting in the pin, son just turned seven
I progress then regress and this shit is getting depressing
But I count my stash ‘fore I count my blessings
And I load my weapon ‘fore I eat my breakfast
The streets keep talking and the snitches keep telling
Your whole life can change in a motherfucking second

[Hook]
Out the cage in a rage like I escaped out the zoo
They playing games with me when they know that I’m a fool
Set it off like Queen Latifah, give me the loot or I’ma shoot
You nincompoops so rude-a-poo, you tuti-fruit, you through
I’m an animal, a cannibal, they say I’m on the loose
Animal, a cannibal, they say I’m on the loose
Gucci Mane La Flare, you prolly seen me on the news
Out the cage in a rage like I escaped out the zoo

[Verse 2]
I might manic, I go in ang panic, don’t see nothing but red
Off my millions I can’t sleep for days cause I hear voices in my head
This lil devil on my left shoulder say “shoot him in his dreads”
While an angel on the right whisper “just shoot him in the leg”
I admit that I might need some help, I guess I made a step
Man they think I need a shrink cause I fear God but don’t fear death
I’m so selfish, I bought 80 pints to drink ’em by myself
A swimming pool full of drank, I dive in like I’m Michael Phelps
Louis glasses, Ferragamo belt, I’m Gucci Mane XL
YSL with the new Gazelles that match my blue Chevelle
Bitches laughing like I’m Dave Chappelle cause I stay fresh as hell
Zone 6, Zone 6, you don’t like it? Kill yourself

[Hook]
Out the cage in a rage like I escaped out the zoo
They playing games with me when they know that I’m a fool
Set it off like Queen Latifah, give me the loot or I’ma shoot
You nincompoops, so rude-a-poo, you tuti-fruit, you through
I’m an animal, a cannibal, they say I’m on the loose
Animal, a cannibal, they say I’m on the loose
Gucci Mane La Flare, you prolly seen me on the news
Out the cage in a rage like I escaped out the zoo

PeeWee Longway – Jumanji

[Hook: PeeWee & Young Thug]
50 some bands on my juice
Spikes on top of Jimmy Choos
So fresh that I made the news
Made a million in the trap, dealin’ fool
20 bands in my locker at school
Me and Longway too cool for you fools
MPA, YSL what it do?
We don’t play fair or play by your rules
I think I’m 2Pac, got the juice
With a bad bitch smokin’ on fruit
I think I’m 2Pac, got the juice
In the foreign whip, pullin up, juice
I think I’m 2Pac, got the juice
We the shit, Thug Life my clique
I think I’m 2Pac, got the juice
I think I’m 2Pac, got the juice

[Verse 1: PeeWee & Young Thug]
I got the boots, I got a coupe
I got no roof
I got a boo, she got a boo with way bigger boobs
Longway and Thugger
We switcharoo bitches and we like to fuck em’ by the two
Jumanji, Jumanji, Giuseppe Zanotti
The leprechaun bitches move
I walk in the club and I dap it
My coupe is all filled with gadgets
Get way too much green like a salad
Wrap it and ship it the package
Young nigga’s trappin’ and rappin’
I got the pints stacked up in my cabinet
Young rich nigga live lavish
I [?] for the kids
I’m spending a hundred bands, just to fuck up my kidneys
Sneaking, geeking on the molly, know she feelin’
I got the juice, pull up Actavis too with your bitch
Rollin’ up the good fruit
Sippin’ and spillin’, pour 8 in the deuce
Lean, lean, lean
I’m Uncle Phil for the week
I got Pints only for me
Smokin’ on g
Tell uncle Snoop what It do, it is too plain to see
Long way lil bitch check my Feng Shui
I got the juice in the booth, we can turn the fuck up any day

[Hook: PeeWee & Young Thug]
50 some bands on my juice
Spikes on top of Jimmy Choos
So fresh that I made the news
Made a million in the trap, dealin’ fool
20 bands in my locker at school
Me and Longway too cool for you fools
MPA, YSL what it do?
We don’t play fair or play by your rules
I think I’m 2Pac, got the juice
With a bad bitch smokin’ on fruit
I think I’m 2Pac, got the juice
In the foreign whip, pullin up, juice
I think I’m 2Pac, got the juice
We the shit, Thug Life my clique
I think I’m 2Pac, got the juice
I think I’m 2Pac, got the juice

[Verse 2]
How the fuck I can’t afford
My molly white like a tourist
Her booty fatter than Norbit
I told your bitch that she was gorgeous
Just a little something to do when I get bored
Might pull up, get head in the Porsche
Light the fuck up leave the bitches, no torch
Hundred bricks stuffed in the Honda Accord
Hundred grand inside my pockets, San-Tan molly
Imma make your bitch snort it
Peewee Longway, the Blue M&M
Made a million dollar dealin’, food
My style is safari, she [?] my body
And put spikes on top of my Jimmy Choo’s
Got spikes on my Louie Vuitton’s
My diamonds they hit it and fight like a hadouken
That pussy so wet, I think she got shot in the coochie with the uzi
Young Thugga and Longway I don’t fuck with dude’s, playin’ with choppers making breaking news
No doctor prescription but we got the juice
Colossal livin’, Double R Peekaboo

[Hook: PeeWee & Young Thug]
50 some bands on my juice
Spikes on top of Jimmy Choos
So fresh that I made the news
Made a million in the trap, dealin’ fool
20 bands in my locker at school
Me and Longway too cool for you fools
MPA, YSL what it do?
We don’t play fair or play by your rules
I think I’m 2Pac, got the juice
With a bad bitch smokin’ on fruit
I think I’m 2Pac, got the juice
In the foreign whip, pullin up, juice
I think I’m 2Pac, got the juice
We the shit, Thug Life my clique
I think I’m 2Pac, got the juice
I think I’m 2Pac, got the juice