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Israel says Hamas used tower to jam Iron Dome

The building, housing AP and Al Jazeera, was destroyed by an Israeli strike in the recent conflict.

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Wiz Khalifa – Dreams Lyrics

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[Intro: 24HRS]
Lil niggas gotta sit down, or get down
Yeah

[Verse 1: 24HRS]
’24 Chevy, this shit for the big dogs
Lil dog you sit down, my dog keep big rounds
“20, I wanna lick you like you ice cream”
Fell in love with marijuana, I’m a big fiend
I take cash under my wing ’cause my dog got potential
Bad bitch, independent, why would I control her?
Money getting larger and it feel I’m getting older
I just poured a four in a pineapple soda
Jimmy Carter ATL, we used to run the big door
Me and Ricky ruled back when we would do the kick though
[?] that’s a big Glock, and I respect that
Money where my mouth at, and lately that’s where my check at
My niggas never been the type to try to back down
Vibes at the crib, dollar sign in the background
“20 you know YG, can we go to Bompton?”

[Chorus: 24HRS]
Too much McQueen, it’s gon’ really turn to something
Believe in your dreams, you could really turn to something
Too much McQueen, it’s gon’ really turn to something
Believe in your dreams, you could really turn to something

[Verse 2: Wiz Khalifa]
Okay, got ’em upset
Half a hundred M’s, that’s in one check
If you ain’t talking money, switch the subject
If you ain’t talking money, switch the subject
Only rep the gang, that’s one set
Knew she was a hoe, she just ain’t done it yet
If you ain’t talking money, switch the subject, yeah
Convertible Vette, got my name in the headrest
Put my feet up, smoking a J, let my legs rest
Shorty say I’m on her mind, headset
You and her suck me up, y’all both neck and neck
You get mad when I cuss you out in public
Could have that life, it’s the hustle you in love with
Every other day, make sure the bank get deposits
All blue ragtop riding down [?]

[Chorus: 24HRS & (Wiz Khalifa)]
Too much McQueen, it’s gon’ really turn to something
(Rose gold AP and that bitch bussin’)
Believe in your dreams, you could really turn to something
([?] and KK, just got it through customs)
Too much McQueen, it’s gon’ really turn to something
(Seven hundred horses wanna race? I’ma dust ’em)
Believe in your dreams, you could really turn to something
(All my lowriders sittin’ up like it’s doing crunches)

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Playboi Carti – New N3on Lyrics

[Intro: Lil Uzi Vert]
(That-that-that-that-that be Maaly Raw)

[Chorus]
(Flat, yeah, I'm from the Flat)
Whole lotta bags, whole lotta cash (Whole lotta flex, slatt)
Whole lotta hoes, whole lotta ass (Slatt, slatt)
Young nigga got swag, hold up (Got swag)
Gotta wave my flag, hold up (Wave my flag)
Got a bitch in the back, yeah (Bitch in the back)
Play with them racks, yeah (Slatt)
Iced-out plaque, yeah (Slatt)
Heart attack, yeah, yeah (Heart attack)
Clapped his bitch, hold up, uh (Hold up)
AP wrist, hold up, uh (Hold up)
Too much gas, hold up, uh
Take this pic, yeah (Take this pic)

[Verse]
Swag for days, hold up (Days, ayy)
Plays on plays, hold up, uh (Yeah)
J's on J's, hold up (Ayy, ayy)
Bag full of haze, hold up (Blatt, blatt)
In the back with your bitch, hold up (Back with your bitch)
In a drop-top Benz, hold up (Skrrt)
You gotta let shawty in (Slatt, slatt)
Make shawty top-ten, hold up (Top ten)
I made a bitch count ten, hold up (What?)
I met a bitch through a DM (Slatt, slatt)
On the block with the D on (D on, D on)

Hellcat look neon (Hellcat)
Tryna see what we on (Hold up, yeah)
Told that bitch to put the V on (V on)
Dripped down, got the flee on (Flee on)
I got these hoes on VLONE (VLONE, slatt)
Got a girl with the neon, huh (VLONE, Tech)
Everything all neon (Yeah, yeah)
And she rockin' all neon (Slatt, slatt)
And she wearin' all neon (Slatt)
Run it up like Deion
Sippin' Tech, eat key lime (Tech, Tech)
And my swag so beyond
Put the bag on a peon (Slatt, slime)
[Chorus]
(Flat, yeah, I'm from the Flat)
Whole lotta bags, whole lotta cash (Whole lotta flex, slatt)
Whole lotta hoes, whole lotta ass (Slatt, slatt)
Young nigga got swag, hold up (Got swag)
Gotta wave my flag, hold up (Wave my flag)
Got a bitch in the back, yeah (Bitch in the back)
Play with them racks, yeah (Yeah)
Iced-out plaque, yeah (Slatt)
Heart attack, yeah, yeah (Heart attack)
Clapped his bitch, hold up, uh (Hold up)
AP wrist, hold up, uh
Too much gas, hold up, uh
Take this pic, yeah (Take this pic)

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Armani Caesar – THE LIZ Lyrics

[Intro]
Uh, yo (AC, the motherf*ckin' diva)
Yo

[Verse]
New gun come with a drum, but no beam (Brra)
I get in the booth, no turkey, I go ham (Come on)
Shoutout to the bitches who hate me but still dance (Ha)
Get it how you live, keep f*ckin' that old man (Ah-hahaha)
Frontin' ass niggas, showin' they whole hand (Hand)
Hatin' on the low but really a whole fan (Tuh, facts)
You scared to get it poppin', I'm really a ho's aunt (Aunt)
Call my new Glock jelly, I promise it won't jam (Brra)
Bon appétit, the plan was to eat (To eat)
Like some new orthopedics, bitch, I'm back on my feet (Bitch, I'm back on my feet, uh-huh)
I'm tryna make a million a week (Uh-huh)
And I ain't gon' stop 'til the mission complete (Nah)
Niggas floodin' my DMs, they be tryna meet (Huh)
Elastigirl, I'm so out of they reach, shit (So out of they reach)

In this game, shit, Armani major league (League)
I turn dudes into fiends who wake up like Charlie Sheen (Woo)
Hot boss from a pretty team (Ooh)
I'm the first bitch of the winnin' team (Griselda, bitch)
Pull up on you, let thirty fly (Brra)
'Bout that action, Jackson, call me Dirty Di' (Woo, who)
Humble beast, I hate to boast (Damn)
Bruce Leeroy with the flow, bitch, I really got the glow (Uh huh)
Bitch, lady, ho, call me anything but broke (Keep goin')
Gettin' green by a goblin while I'm ridin' in the Ghost (Ooh)
Why the bitches with the least do the most? (Do the most)
Huffin' and puffin', but don't really want the smoke (Tuh, want the smoke)
Rollie or AP, f*ck it, cop 'em both (Cop 'em both)
Doin' donuts in the Demon, but I'm leavin' holy smoke (Skrrt)
Griselda

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Future & Lil Uzi Vert – Off Dat Lyrics

[Intro]
DJ Escomoe Ci–

[Chorus: Lil Uzi Vert, Future & Both]
Smoke good gas (Gas), might cough back (Back)
Move good work (Work), that soft pack (Yeah)
Gotta off that (Yeah), gotta off that (Yeah)
Gotta off that (Yeah, skrrt), gotta off that (Yeah)
Gotta off that (Yeah), gotta off that (Yeah)
Gotta off that, then relapse (Yeah)

[Verse 1: Lil Uzi Vert]
This ain't no 48, this that new, new skin (New, new)
Go ahead and just mosh on the stage, f*ck around, lose a tooth, yeah, yeah (Turn it up, turn it up)
She give me that mouth on the stage, she ain't even use no tooth, yeah, yeah (Oh my God)
She give me that box on the stage, I ain't have to get no room, yeah, yeah (Oh my God)
Chrome Hearts, my shit cold like perfume, yeah, yeah
Racin' stripes, now my 'Rari, this go zoom, yeah, yeah
In the kitchen, whip it up just like it's stu', yeah, yeah (Woo)
Bitch, I'm stuck, I'm just geeked to the moon, yeah, yeah (To the moon)
Shoot it up, then them boys better move, yeah, yeah (Better move)
Tiffany blue diamonds hit just like the pool, yeah, yeah
Lots of pink diamonds, shit done changed my mood, yeah, yeah (Woo)
Wearing Gucci shoes ever since I was in school, yeah, yeah (I was in school)
Stuffed up nigga now, I ain't have to buy no Loubs, yeah, yeah (Woo)
Made all the opps scurry, yeah, yeah
Better shoot like Steph Curry, yeah, yeah
Gettin' Bur-burberry, yeah, yeah
Gettin' Bur-burberry, yeah, yeah (Bur-burberry)
Don't leave me like thirsty, yeah, yeah (Leave me like thirsty)
Ain't no way you can swerve me, yeah, yeah (Ain't no way, woo)
[Chorus: Lil Uzi Vert & Future]
Smoke good gas (Gas), might cough back
Move good work (Work), that soft pack (What?)
Gotta off that (Yeah), gotta off that (Yeah)
Gotta off that (Yeah, I gotta off), gotta off that (Yeah, I gotta off)
Gotta off that (Yeah, I gotta off), gotta off that (Yeah, I gotta off)
Gotta off that (Yeah, I gotta off), then relapse (Yeah, yeah)

[Verse 2: Future]
White diamonds lookin' like the damn moon, yeah, yeah
That bitch a Barbie, I'ma f*ck her like a goon, yeah, yeah
I just started, might as well take the shrooms, yeah, yeah

Threw the fishing rod in and took off on a boat, ooh
Cowabunga, diamonds on me blue just like the ocean
Servin' that white girl on the corner, bought her a platinum Rollie
Sent a bird call, niggas gon' be comin' through here torchin'
Swaggin' courtside (Swag), dripped the referee up in some Marnis
Love my princess cuts, love my brr, brr, high performance
I ain't gon' trust no slut, better get naked, cook, don't count my money
Eliantte solitaries, hell nah, these didn't come from Johnny
Jet black double R with a bunny (Brr), clockin' (Brr), cloak
Double C's, pushin' up with the 'Locs (Yeah)
Gucci socks all the way up to my knees (Slime)
Bought me a horse just to match my keys (Ferrari)
Stomp on the gas, can't see when I leave (Skrrt)
Switchin' up gears, Forgiato on the feet
Bust the AP, gotta turn to the team
Dirty diamonds on me, huh, got my money out the streets (Streets)
Ridin' with a brand new Tommy gun, two thousand bullets if I squeeze it
[Bridge: Lil Uzi Vert & Future]
Two hundred, huh, huh, huh, for a feature, huh, huh (For a feature)
You can't pay for these goods (Huh, huh, huh) 'til you turn into a preacher, uh, uh (To a preacher)

[Chorus: Lil Uzi Vert, Future & Both]
Smokin' Anthrax ('Thrax), might cough back (Woah)
Movin' that good work (Work), that soft pack (Yeah)
Gotta off that (Yeah, I gotta off), gotta off that (Yeah, and I gotta go off)
Gotta off that (Yeah, gotta knock a bitch off), gotta off that (Yeah, gotta knock a bitch off)
Gotta off that (Yeah, gotta knock a bitch off), gotta off that (Yeah, gotta knock a bitch off)
Gotta off that (Yeah, gotta knock a bitch off), then relapse (Woah)

[Outro: Lil Uzi Vert & Future]
Gotta knock a bitch off (Uh, then relapse)
Gotta knock a bitch off (Ooh, you gotta off that, uh, uh)
Gotta knock a bitch off (Then relapse)
Gotta, gotta knock a bitch off (You gotta off that)
Gotta knock a bitch off (Bitch, you gotta off that, off)
Gotta knock a bitch off (Gotta off that, off)
Gotta knock a bitch off (Gotta off that)
Gotta knock a bitch off

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A Boogie Wit Da Hoodie & Don Q – Flood My Wrist Lyrics

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[Intro: A Boogie Wit da Hoodie & Don Q]
Yeah, mm (Goat status)
My bitch (Yeah), that my bitch now, mm
Whats good? Yeah
Flood my wrist
Uh, Don, yeah
.30 clip, yeah
Yeah

[Chorus: A Boogie Wit da Hoodie]
Flood my wrist (Flood my wrist)
What you think now? (What you think now?)
VVs in (Ah) Eliantte style (Eliantte style), mm
.30 clip (.30 clip)
Make you put your fist down (Put your fist down)
That’s my bitch (That’s my bitch)
Nigga, you can have that bitch now (You can have that bitch)
For the clique, ayy
Nigga, blow your whole house down (Blow your house down), mm
Leave the bloodstain on your couch now, yeah
Flood my wrist (Flood my wrist)
What you think now? (What you think now?)
VVs in (VVs in) Eliantte style, yeah

[Verse 1: Lil Uzi Vert]
Big ol’ drip (Drip, drip)
Make a bitch like my pic’ (Let’s go, let’s go), oh, yeah
She’s so thick, hit the bitch once, don’t miss, oh, yeah (Yeah, yeah)
I’m so rich, yeah, I could bust down that ho, little wrist (Let’s go)
I drive my double R on with the stick
Yeah, when I go to the club, make it rain
Yeah, when you go to the club, make it miss
Okay, my section lit, yo’ shit dry as a bitch (Woah)
When I smoke gas, I be high as a bitch
Yes, I’m so high I say, “Hi” to a blimp
And then when I get dressed, I be fly as a pimp (Let’s go)
Ain’t nobody, I be in my Maserati
Like the bracelet it cost me a mazi wrist
I got me a brand new Patek all on my
Just to show you niggas what time it is (Oh)

[Chorus: A Boogie Wit da Hoodie]
Flood my wrist (Flood my wrist)
What you think now? (What you think now?)
VVs in (Ah) Eliantte style (Eliantte style), mm
.30 clip (.30 clip)
Make you put your fist down (Put your fist down)
That’s my bitch (That’s my bitch)
Nigga, you can have that bitch now (You can have that bitch)
For the clique, ayy
Nigga, blow your whole house down (Blow your house down), mm
Leave the bloodstain on your couch now, yeah
Flood my wrist (Flood my wrist)
What you think now? (What you think now?)
VVs in (VVs in) Eliantte style, yeah

[Verse 2: Don Q]
Got a redbone, mixed (Redbone mixed)
Can’t give head and no spit, yeah (Can’t give head and no spit)
Make you catch my kids (Let’s go)
Who next? Let me check my list (Let me check my list)
I just checked out with a Tia and Tamera, yeah, uh
(I know that they’ll never leave me forever)
I keep me some twenties, that keep me together
(I know what I need, I keep ’em for pleasure)
In the matte black whip, like “Catch my drift” (Catch my drift)
That’s my bitch, so she match my drip (Match my drip)
Bought her AP so she match my wrist (She match my wrist)
I don’t think I’ve ever seen an ass that thick (An ass that thick)
Before the ass-shot, she ain’t act like this (She ain’t act like this)
Was a girl good before she had that shit (She had that shit)
Sittin’ on a rope, better have my spliff (Better have)
Then I put her on the stove, make her bag my zips (Bag up, ooh)

[Chorus: A Boogie Wit da Hoodie]
Flood my wrist (Flood my wrist)
What you think now? (What you think now?)
VVs in (Ah) Eliantte style (Eliantte style), mm
.30 clip (.30 clip)
Make you put your fist down (Put your fist down)
That’s my bitch (That’s my bitch)
Nigga, you can have that bitch now (You can have that bitch)
For the clique, ayy
Nigga, blow your whole house down (Blow your house down), mm
Leave the bloodstain on your couch now, yeah
Flood my wrist (Flood my wrist)
What you think now? (What you think now?)
VVs in (VVs in) Eliantte style, yeah

[Outro: Lil Uzi Vert & Don Q]
Big ol’ drip
That’s my bitch, so she match my drip
Make a bitch like my pic’
I don’t think I’ve ever seen an ass that thick
She’ so thick
Bought her AP so she match my wrist
Bitch once, don’t miss
That’s my bitch, so she match my drip
Yeah

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Mak Sauce – Can He Breathe Lyrics (feat. Lil Keed)

[Intro]
Been away
Keep shootin’, keep shootin’, don’t stop, keep shootin’
Keep shootin, hunnid rounds, keep shootin’, keep shootin’ brrrt, brrrt

[Verse 1]
Make sure he dead, better make sure he dead
All-white van, f*ck that painted red
Shoot my legs, f*ck that I aim head (Ooh, ooh)
Got her wet but she ain’t even been in my bed
Run up a check, uh, go ‘head, get in my bag
Get in my bag, go ‘head get in my bag (Rack, rack)
Get in my bag, go ‘head get in my bag
That’s a red drop top, hit the gas and I swerve
Ah get a nigga popped, bullets fly like Danny Bird
When I pop, he gon’ drop, shoot his ass like Steph Curry (Baow, baow)
p*ssy nigga, act lil’ bitch, we sliming him
Be cautious on my block, cause’ niggas die over here (Brrrrra)
Glock and my packet, gettin’ fat over here (Fat, fat, fat, fat, fat)
Wanker, Alef to Zed they drop
Bitches [?] drop
And my packet’s be on that block
Do I hear a block walk? Keep a chop in my trunk

[Chorus]
Can he breathe? Uh, oh shit, can he breathe? (Can he? Can he?)
Can he- huhhh, oh shit, can he- huhhh? (Can he? Can he?)
(Fat, fat, fat, fat, fat, fat) (Can he? Can he?)
(Fat, fat, fat, fat, fat, fat) (Can he? Can he?)

[Verse 2: Lil Keed]
I won’t put no cap up on it
Keep runnin’ the car like skrrrt
We just bought some thotties out
I just drip in ‘Miri jeans
Bankroll jus’ be fallin’ out, I just went AP
Me and my shit be shining
And I pull up, hoe be climbing out (Skrrt)
Yeah, we’re popping homie
Know these niggas be plotting homie (Buh, buh, buh)
So you try to play rough but my whole packet’s on me (Brrrra)
My slime balls got bad tempers, they keep poppin’ on you (Buh)
And my mama never work, she know I’ll get some money
Nah, scratch that, full clip hit ’em, flip their body like a Tech Deck
They didn’t believe in the kid, they say that I made it, I know they regret that
I won’t put no cap up on it

[Chorus]
Can he breathe? Uh, oh shit, can he breathe? Uh, uh
Can he breathe? Uh, oh shit, can he breathe? Uh, uh
Can he breathe? Uh, oh shit, can he breathe? Uh, uh
Can he breathe? Uh, oh shit, can he-

[Outro: Yung Bino]
I just popped ’em, pulled off, he dead (Vroom)
You know the pro’s, really sliding in the ‘vette (Vroom)
I just popped ’em, pulled off, he dead (Vroom)
You know the pro’s, really sliding in the ‘vette (Vroom)

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Chief Keef – Count It Up lyrics

[Hook: Lil Uzi Vert]
Diamonds they hit like water ooh, starbeam
Rockstar life be calling (calling)
Don’t want that girl she stalling, she stalling (no way)
Big old foreign whip ooh I can’t park it
I’m from outer space, ooh in a starship
This old foreign bitch ohh that’s my target
Ten bands, what you say ohh
Ten bands, for my Chanel carpet
Rocks all over my watch, its
Y’all nigga slick like margarine
Lost your bitch in [?]

[Verse 1: Lil Uzi Vert and Chief Keef ]
AP mill on my Rollie
AP mill on my Rollie
AP mill on my Rollie
AP mill on my Rollie
AP mill on my Rollie
We have the flame
Hitting real big city
Fellas and boss yeah my brothers is with me
Give me a bond, Im coming to get me
And in the club, we snuck the semi
Run it up, I’m so high
You know I’m ballin, usual like Kobe
Everybody hating, that don’t know me
He say that he tough, then that boy gotta show me
Pull up Bentley truck, extra poles, yea we 4 deep
Say my name 3 times like I’m Tony
Diamond VVS, I put baguettes all on my Rollie
I never believe nothing that you told me
These niggas keep sneak dissing, they turn me to my old me
Before I had these mills I was oh so lonely
[?] with like 40
I never been a phony (no way)
You be gettin bands, hardly
I just fucked your bitch, sorry
Man I put that on my shorty
Fight me wanna escape, sorry
No I ain’t here for no games, Atari

[Hook: Lil Uzi Vert]
Diamonds they hit like water ooh, starbeam
Rockstar life be calling (calling)
Don’t want that girl she stalling, she stalling (no way)
Big old foreign whip ooh I can’t park it
I’m from outer space, ooh in a starship
This old foreign bitch ohh that’s my target
Ten bands, what you say ohh
Ten bands, for my Chanel carpet
Rocks all over my watch, its
Y’all nigga slick like margarine
Lost your bitch in [?]

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Rich The Kid – New Freezer (feat. Kendrick Lamar)

[Intro: Rich The Kid]
Ayy, new freezer
You know what it was when you synced up, ayy
Dat way, yuh, yuh, yeah dat way

[Chorus: Rich the Kid]
My bitch too foreign, need a visa (ooh)
I don’t need her (huh?)
Pull up drop top with a eater (skrrt)
Two seater (skrrt)
New bitch wanna fuck to my AP (AP, ice)
New freezer (ice)
I woke up thinkin’ ’bout bands (bands)
Hop off a jet to a check when I land (yuh)
My bitch too foreign, need a visa (bitch)
I don’t need her (huh?)
Pull up drop top with a eater (yeah)
Two seater (skrrt, skrrt)
New bitch wanna fuck to my AP (bitch)
New freezer (new freezer)
I woke up thinkin’ ’bout bands (new freezer)
Hop off a jet to a check when I land (dat way)

[Verse 1: Rich The Kid]
Ooh, money way (money)
Diamonds, flexin’ (flex, woo)
I woke up rich, spend a grip on a necklace (yuh)
I put the plug on three way (plug)
Maserati go speed race (yeah)
Drop a baby on a bitch face (woah)
More ice flexin’ this way (ice)
We put the world on the wave (the wave)
Don’t give a fuck ’cause I’m paid (woo)
More Act in a lemonade (Act)
The pharmacy knowin’ my name (my name)
I fuck that bitch ’cause she bougie (she bougie)
She suck my dick in the movies (yuh)
Trap jumpin’ like 23
She a foreign lil’ freak (freak)

[Chorus: Rich the Kid]
My bitch too foreign, need a visa (woo)
I don’t need her (bitch)
Pull up drop top with a eater (skrrt)
Two seater (skrrt)
New bitch wanna fuck to my AP (AP, ice)
New freezer (ice)
I woke up thinkin’ ’bout bands (bands)
Hop off a jet to a check when I land (woo)
My bitch too foreign, need a visa (bitch)
I don’t need her
Pull up drop top with a eater (yeah)
Two seater (skrrt, skrrt)
New bitch wanna fuck to my AP (bitch)
New freezer (woah)
I woke up thinkin’ ’bout bands (what up?)
Hop off a jet to a check when I land (ooh, yuh, yuh)

[Verse 2: Kendrick Lamar]
Big shot, hollup, wait
Peanut butter insides
Look, outside
Cocaine white, body look like Gentiles (Gentiles)
Rule of the day, get a view every day
Get a bitch with a tan by the pool every day
Get a clique with a plan, give a jewel every day
I never sleep, I gotta eat, I gotta dance
I Milly Rock when I get that advance
How can I shop with like 64 M’s?
Talkin’ to Top about business again
He want a lot with new Bentleys again
I want some top from like two sets of twins
Twinny twin twins, yeah, yeah
Ayy, bitch (bitch), where your friends? Yeah, yeah
(Hollup) Switch (hollup) she want in, yeah, yeah
Ball ’em in, fallin’ in bundles of flowers like Parliament
Never know, big dawg like ours

[Chorus: Rich the Kid]
My bitch too foreign, need a visa (woo)
I don’t need her (bitch)
Pull up drop top with a eater (skrrt)
Two seater (skrrt)
New bitch wanna fuck to my AP (AP, ice)
New freezer (ice)
I woke up thinkin’ ’bout bands (bands)
Hop off a jet to a check when I land (woo)
My bitch too foreign, need a visa (bitch)
I don’t need her
Pull up drop top with a eater (yeah)
Two seater (skrrt, skrrt)
New bitch wanna fuck to my AP (bitch)
New freezer (woah)
I woke up thinkin’ ’bout bands (what up?)
Hop off a jet to a check when I land (ooh, yuh, yuh)

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Young Thug – Relationship (feat. Future)

Yeah, shinin’ hard ’cause we back up
Rose gold from your neck up
You know you gon’ get stopped, tryna check us
Pop an X pill like we Malcolm, yeah, hey
I’m in a relationship with all my bitches, yeah
I need to cut some of ’em off, I need help
I got some bad tings, I want ’em to myself
Had to take the time to cut ’em off, I need help
I know how to make the girls go crazy
When you treat her like your number one baby
Put my bitches on yachts, we don’t do jet-skis
Put your ice on rocks, they need to help me
No baby, your collection, won’t stand for it
You know you’re in relationship with all us
I get a few texts a day sayin’, "It’s all yours"
I got a few states on speed dial like good drugs
Get in your bag, uh, yeah, get in your bag, uh
Hundred new purse for a brat, uh, come to the street, new Jag
Chart broke, bitch ’bout to drag
Nigga had M’s ‘fore ass
Got a brand new bitch, who that?
Rock the flooded AP, all black
White toes, give me a tan
Cocaine, kill it, ten
All a bitch wanna do is shine
Audemars, pick which kind
I made you a starter
You went from a dime to a quarter
I cheat code the projects
I’m leaving that loud in apartments, yeah
Don’t play with a sergeant, I’m ready to spoil it
She suckin’ my dick, I’m hidin’ in the closet
I’m hidin’ the dope, three mil’ in the room
You get silver spoon, I bought you some goons
Shinin’ hard ’cause we back up
Rose gold from your neck up
You know you gon’ get stopped, tryna check us
Pop an X pill like we Malcolm, yeah, hey
I’m in a relationship with all my bitches, yeah
I need to cut some of ’em off, I need help
I got some bad tings, I want ’em to myself
Had to take the time to cut ’em off, I need help
I know how to make the girls go crazy
When you treat her like your number one baby
Put my bitches on yachts, we don’t do jet-skis
Put your ice on rocks, they need to help me
I bought the jet-skis
Give me the yacht please
I made you queen status
Check out my lean status
I’m in a relationship with all my bitches, yeah
I put my dick inside her mouth before she left
Yeah, I built relationships with all my bitches, yes
I put my dick right in her mouth before she act
I got your bitch in a backpack
I paid extra for the crib, it got a kid shack
I paid extra for the crib, it got a game room
Got a penthouse in the back, it ain’t my main room
Tamika, Jo and Porsche kept it silent
That’s the only reason I let ’em fly private
Shinin’ hard ’cause we back up
Rose gold from your neck up
You know you gon’ get stopped, tryna check us
Pop an X pill like we Malcolm, yeah, hey
I’m in a relationship with all my bitches, yeah
I need to cut some of ’em off, I need help
I got some bad tings, I want ’em to myself
Had to take the time to cut ’em off, I need help
I know how to make the girls go crazy
When you treat her like your number one baby
Put my bitches on yachts, we don’t do jet-skis
Put your ice on rocks, they need to help me

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New freezer – Rich the Kid feat. Kendrick Lamar lyrics

Lyrics Rich the Kid – New freezer

Ayyy, new freezer
You know what it was when you synced up, ayy
Dat way, yuh, yuh, yeah dat way.

My b*tch too foreign, need a visa
I don’t need her
Pull up drop top with a eater
Two seater
New b*tch wanna f*ck to my AP
New freezer
I woke up thinkin’ ’bout bands
Hop off a jet to a check when I land
My b*tch too foreign, need a visa
I don’t need her
Pull up drop top with a eater
Two seater
New b*tch wanna f*ck to my AP
New freezer
I woke up thinkin’ ’bout bands
Hop off a jet to a check when I land.

Ooh, money way
Diamonds, flexin’ (flex, woo)
I woke up rich, spend a grip on a necklace (yuh)
I put the plug on three way (plug)
Maserati go speed race (yeah)
Drop a baby on a b*tch face (woah)
More ice flexin’ this way (ice)
We put the world on the wave (the wave)
Don’t give a f*ck ’cause I’m paid (woo)
More Act in a lemonade (Act)
The pharmacy knowin’ my name (my name)
I f*ck that b*tch ’cause she bougie (she bougie)
She suck my dick in the movies (yuh)
Trap jumpin’ like 23
She a foreign lil’ freak (freak).

My b*tch too foreign, need a visa (woo)
I don’t need her (b*tch)
Pull up drop top with a eater (skrrt)
Two seater (skrrt)
New b*tch wanna f*ck to my AP (AP, ice)
New freezer (ice)
I woke up thinkin’ ’bout bands (bands)
Hop off a jet to a check when I land (woo)
My b*tch too foreign, need a visa (b*tch)
I don’t need her versuri-lyrics.info
Pull up drop top with a eater (yeah)
Two seater (skrrt, skrrt)
New b*tch wanna f*ck to my AP (b*tch)
New freezer
I woke up thinkin’ ’bout bands (what up?)
Hop off a jet to a check when I land.

Big shot, hollup, wait
Peanut butter insides
Look, outside
Cocaine white, body look like Gentiles
Rule of the day, get a view every day
Get a b*tch with a tan by the pool every day
Get a clique with a plan, give a jewel every day
I never sleep, I gotta eat, I gotta dance
I Milly Rock when I get that advance
How can I shop with like 64 M’s?
Talkin’ to Top about business again
He want a lot with new Bentleys again
I want some top from like two sets of twins
Twinny twin twins, yeah, yeah
Ayy, b*tch (b*tch), where your friends? Yeah, yeah
(Hollup) Switch (hollup) she want in, yeah, yeah
Ball ’em in, fallin’ in bundles of flowers like Parliament
Never know, big dawg like ours.

My b*tch too foreign, need a visa (woo)
I don’t need her (b*tch)
Pull up drop top with a eater (skrrt)
Two seater (skrrt)
New b*tch wanna f*ck to my AP (AP, ice)
New freezer (ice)
I woke up thinkin’ ’bout bands (bands)
Hop off a jet to a check when I land (woo)
My b*tch too foreign, need a visa (b*tch)
I don’t need her
Pull up drop top with a eater (yeah)
Two seater (skrrt, skrrt)
New b*tch wanna f*ck to my AP (b*tch)
New freezer (woah)
I woke up thinkin’ ’bout bands (what up?)
Hop off a jet to a check when I landdd.
Rich the Kid lyrics
Video freezer

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RICH THE KID – New Freezer lyrics

Ayy, new freezer
You know what it was when you synced up, ayy
Dat way, yuh, yuh, yeah dat way

[Chorus: Rich the Kid]
My bitch too foreign, need a visa (ooh)
I don’t need her (huh?)
Pull up drop top with a eater (skrrt)
Two seater (skrrt)
New bitch wanna f*ck to my AP (AP, ice)
New freezer (ice)
I woke up thinkin’ ’bout bands (bands)
Hop off a jet to a check when I land (yuh)
My bitch too foreign, need a visa (bitch)
I don’t need her (huh?)
Pull up drop top with a eater (yeah)
Two seater (skrrt, skrrt)
New bitch wanna f*ck to my AP (bitch)
New freezer (new freezer)
I woke up thinkin’ ’bout bands (new freezer)
Hop off a jet to a check when I land (dat way)

[Verse 1: Rich The Kid]
Ooh, money way (money)
Diamonds, flexin’ (flex, woo)
I woke up rich, spend a grip on a necklace (yuh)
I put the plug on three way (plug)
Maserati go speed race (yeah)
Drop a baby on a bitch face (woah)
More ice flexin’ this way (ice)
We put the world on the wave (the wave)
Don’t give a f*ck ’cause I’m paid (woo)
More Act in a lemonade (Act)
The pharmacy knowin’ my name (my name)
I f*ck that bitch ’cause she bougie (she bougie)
She suck my dick in the movies (yuh)
Trap jumpin’ like 23
She a foreign lil’ freak (freak)

[Chorus: Rich the Kid]
My bitch too foreign, need a visa (woo)
I don’t need her (bitch)
Pull up drop top with a eater (skrrt)
Two seater (skrrt)
New bitch wanna f*ck to my AP (AP, ice)
New freezer (ice)
I woke up thinkin’ ’bout bands (bands)
Hop off a jet to a check when I land (woo)
My bitch too foreign, need a visa (bitch)
I don’t need her
Pull up drop top with a eater (yeah)
Two seater (skrrt, skrrt)
New bitch wanna f*ck to my AP (bitch)
New freezer (woah)
I woke up thinkin’ ’bout bands (what up?)
Hop off a jet to a check when I land (ooh, yuh, yuh)

[Verse 2: Kendrick Lamar]
Big shot, hollup, wait
Peanut butter insides
Look, outside
Cocaine white, body look like Gentiles (Gentiles)
Rule of the day, get a view every day
Get a bitch with a tan by the pool every day
Get a clique with a plan, give a jewel every day
I never sleep, I gotta eat, I gotta dance
I Milly Rock when I get that advance
How can I shop with like 64 M’s?
Talkin’ to Top about business again
He want a lot with new Bentleys again
I want some top from like two sets of twins
Twinny twin twins, yeah, yeah
Ayy, bitch (bitch), where your friends? Yeah, yeah
(Hollup) Switch (hollup) she want in, yeah, yeah
Ball ’em in, fallin’ in bundles of flowers like Parliament
Never know, big dawg like ours

[Chorus: Rich the Kid]
My bitch too foreign, need a visa (woo)
I don’t need her (bitch)
Pull up drop top with a eater (skrrt)
Two seater (skrrt)
New bitch wanna f*ck to my AP (AP, ice)
New freezer (ice)
I woke up thinkin’ ’bout bands (bands)
Hop off a jet to a check when I land (woo)
My bitch too foreign, need a visa (bitch)
I don’t need her
Pull up drop top with a eater (yeah)
Two seater (skrrt, skrrt)
New bitch wanna f*ck to my AP (bitch)
New freezer (woah)
I woke up thinkin’ ’bout bands (what up?)
Hop off a jet to a check when I land (ooh, yuh, yuh)

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Rich The Kid – New Freezer lyrics

Ayy, new freezer
You know what it was when you synced up, ayy
Dat way, yuh, yuh, yeah dat way

[Chorus: Rich the Kid]
My bitch too foreign, need a visa (ooh)
I don’t need her (huh?)
Pull up drop top with a eater (skrrt)
Two seater (skrrt)
New bitch wanna f*ck to my AP (AP, ice)
New freezer (ice)
I woke up thinkin’ ’bout bands (bands)
Hop off a jet to a check when I land (yuh)
My bitch too foreign, need a visa (bitch)
I don’t need her (huh?)
Pull up drop top with a eater (yeah)
Two seater (skrrt, skrrt)
New bitch wanna f*ck to my AP (bitch)
New freezer (new freezer)
I woke up thinkin’ ’bout bands (new freezer)
Hop off a jet to a check when I land (dat way)

[Verse 1: Rich The Kid]
Ooh, money way (money)
Diamonds, flexin’ (flex, woo)
I woke up rich, spend a grip on a necklace (yuh)
I put the plug on three way (plug)
Maserati go speed race (yeah)
Drop a baby on a bitch face (woah)
More ice flexin’ this way (ice)
We put the world on the wave (the wave)
Don’t give a f*ck ’cause I’m paid (woo)
More Act in a lemonade (Act)
The pharmacy knowin’ my name (my name)
I f*ck that bitch ’cause she bougie (she bougie)
She suck my dick in the movies (yuh)
Trap jumpin’ like 23
She a foreign lil’ freak (freak)

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[Chorus: Rich the Kid]
My bitch too foreign, need a visa (woo)
I don’t need her (bitch)
Pull up drop top with a eater (skrrt)
Two seater (skrrt)
New bitch wanna f*ck to my AP (AP, ice)
New freezer (ice)
I woke up thinkin’ ’bout bands (bands)
Hop off a jet to a check when I land (woo)
My bitch too foreign, need a visa (bitch)
I don’t need her
Pull up drop top with a eater (yeah)
Two seater (skrrt, skrrt)
New bitch wanna f*ck to my AP (bitch)
New freezer (woah)
I woke up thinkin’ ’bout bands (what up?)
Hop off a jet to a check when I land (ooh, yuh, yuh)

[Verse 2: Kendrick Lamar]
Big shot, hollup, wait
Peanut butter insides
Look, outside
Cocaine white, body look like Gentiles (Gentiles)
Rule of the day, get a view every day
Get a bitch with a tan by the pool every day
Get a clique with a plan, give a jewel every day
I never sleep, I gotta eat, I gotta dance
I Milly Rock when I get that advance
How can I shop with like 64 M’s?
Talkin’ to Top about business again
He want a lot with new Bentleys again
I want some top from like two sets of twins
Twinny twin twins, yeah, yeah
Ayy, bitch (bitch), where your friends? Yeah, yeah
(Hollup) Switch (hollup) she want in, yeah, yeah
Ball ’em in, fallin’ in bundles of flowers like Parliament
Never know, big dawg like ours

[Chorus: Rich the Kid]
My bitch too foreign, need a visa (woo)
I don’t need her (bitch)
Pull up drop top with a eater (skrrt)
Two seater (skrrt)
New bitch wanna f*ck to my AP (AP, ice)
New freezer (ice)
I woke up thinkin’ ’bout bands (bands)
Hop off a jet to a check when I land (woo)
My bitch too foreign, need a visa (bitch)
I don’t need her
Pull up drop top with a eater (yeah)
Two seater (skrrt, skrrt)
New bitch wanna f*ck to my AP (bitch)
New freezer (woah)
I woke up thinkin’ ’bout bands (what up?)
Hop off a jet to a check when I land (ooh, yuh, yuh)

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Pretty mami – Lil Uzi Vert lyrics

Lyrics Lil Uzi Vert – Pretty  mami

Can’t nobody touch my swag
Can’t nobody touch my swag
Can’t nobody touch my swag
Can’t nobody touch my swag
Baby your times up now (you gotta go)
Why you hating on my gang yeah (you gotta know)(pretty mami)

Let you know, I’ma let you know
You can’t keep em close, diamonds they so froze
Water like a boat
Spanish girl named Rosa, and she from the coast
She know I’m a soldier, girl, I’ll let you know
I’ma let you know
Diamonds they so froze, water like a boat
Spanish girl named Rosa, and she from the coast
Prolly on your poster, get that guap just like I’m posin’
Get that thot just like I versuri-lyrics.info
I’ma let you know, you can’t keep em close
Diamonds they so froze, water like a boat
Spanish girl named Rosa, and she from the coast
She know I’m a soldier
Girl I’ma let you know, I done let you know
Diamonds they so froze, water like a boat
Spanish girl named Rosa, and she from the coast
Prolly on your poster, get that guap just like I’m posin’
Get that thot just like I.

80k a show, 100k a show (alright)
Why my neck so frozen? Why my Rollie golden?
Walking with my .40, and my money showing
Walking with that stunned AP, my money ain’t foldin
Boy I am not slow, you hate on the low
You was still at home, I was on the road
Know that I’m a dog, I’m bad to the bone
Dior my cologne, smoking gas it’s strong
Leave me alone, stop calling my phone
Already know what you’re thinking lil baby, girl, oh I know
She said “Uzi baby, they ain’t got no dough”
Why you’re so dope? You already know.

Let you know, I’ma let you know
You can’t keep em close, diamonds they so froze
Water like a boat
Spanish girl named Rosa, and she from the coast
She know I’m a soldier, girl, I’ll let you know
I’ma let you know
Diamonds they so froze, water like a boat
Spanish girl named Rosa, and she from the coast
Prolly on your poster, get that guap just like I’m posin’
Get that thot just like I.

Girl you took a L and we can see that
Stevie Wonder, Ray Charles, yeah, don’t you see that?
Pockets giant just like Andre .. 3stacks
I get money, f*ck your b***h, stay real, ooh, that’s three facts
Diamonds on my fist, my wrist, my grill, ooh, I mean that
Made your girl swallow my dick like a pill, ooh, don’t relapse
She keeps stalking on my phone, think this thing’s tapped
Diamonds all up in my pinky, think this thing’s tapped
I do not f*ck with these niggas, man I mean that
Woah, money envelope
I was just so broke, I didn’t have hope
Now I’ll.

Let you know, I’ma let you know
You can’t keep up close, diamonds they so froze
Water like a boat
Spanish girl named Rosa, and she from the coast
She know I’m a soldier, girl, I’ll let you know
I done let you know, diamonds they so froze, water like a boat
Spanish girl named Rosa, and she from the coast
Prolly on your poster, get that guap just like I’m posin’
Get that thot just like I.

Can’t nobody touch my swag
Can’t nobody touch my swag
Can’t nobody touch my swag
Can’t nobody touch my swag
Baby your times up now (you gotta go)
Why you hating on my ganggg?(pretty mami)
Lil Uzi Vert lyrics
Video mami

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Lil Uzi Vert – Feelings Mutual Lyrics

[Intro]
And I…
Want you to know something very important
Before I even start this song
Something very important before I even start this song
I can’t feel no more, nooooo
I can’t feel no more
I told myself that I wasn’t gonna pop no pills no more
No, I can’t feel no more
I can’t…

[Chorus]
I can’t feel, no
I can’t feel, I can’t feel
I can’t feel, my body’s numb
It because I am so hurt
I feel the pain in the rain
Tell me when is my time and where
Not my first merry-go-round
Not my first merry-go-round yeah
Living life just with a curse, before I go in a hearse
Told you that I love you first
Told you that I love you first, ooh
Now a days I gotta swerve you
I took you out of the fur boots

[Verse 1]
Back then I saw no one but you
Gave you my racks and I splurged too
Calling my phone and I curved you
Hope this song really don’t hurt you
AP froze, time so slow, yeah, hit reverse
Margiela all on my coat, got buttons but leaving it open
So they can all see my shirt, Rick Owens all on my shirt
I can’t believe I made it out the dirt
That was back then when my pockets was hurt
Pockets so stuffed that them shits still be hurtin’
Walk with the Goyard, they say its a purse
Louis stuffed on me it look like a curatin
My main girl a doctor, my side girl a nurse
They keep on talkin’ (woah)
They keep on talkin’ (they hatin)
All these girls up in the club, why you lookin at vert?
I am not worried because when my niggas come
They gonna need a white curtain
Her boyfriend hate my “Bad and Boujee” verse
She gave me head so I called her a nerd

[Chorus]
I can’t feel, no
I can’t feel, I can’t feel
I can’t feel, my body’s numb
It because I am so hurt
I feel the pain in the rain
Tell me when is my time and where
Not my first merry-go-round
Not my first merry-go-round yeah
Living life just with a curse
Before I go in a hearse
Told you that I love you first
Told you that I love you first, oo
Now a days I gotta swerve you
I took you out of the fur boots

[Verse 2]
I’m doing fine now, I’m doing fine now
No I do not need nobody now
No I do not need nobody now
No girl don’t make a sound
You don’t wanna argue about body count
You don’t wanna talk about body count
You don’t wanna talk about body count
What is all this fighting all about
It’s the bodies that I’m finding out
It’s the bodies I don’t know about
So many bodies like a murder trial
You used to say that it’s word of mouth
But I love you so you’re bonding out
But I love you so you’re bonding out
Grandma and Mom love you now
I’m so high I ain’t coming down
I’m so high I ain’t coming down
I’m so high I ain’t coming down
Hate me then, but they love me now
Love me then, but they hate me now
It don’t matter, got a baby now
I’m so numb

[Chorus]
I can’t feel, no
I can’t feel, I can’t feel
I can’t feel, my body’s numb
It because I am so hurt
I feel the pain in the rain
Tell me when is my time and where
Not my first merry-go-round
Not my first merry-go-round yeah
Living life just with a curse
Before I go in a hearse
Told you that I love you first
Told you that I love you first, oo
Now a days I gotta swerve you
I took you out of the fur boots

[Outro]
I’m doing fine now, I’m doing fine now
No I do not need nobody now
No I do not need nobody now
I’m doing fine now, I’m doing fine now
No I do not need nobody now
No I do not need nobody now
I can’t feel

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ASAP Ferg – What Do You Do (feat. Nav) (Still Striving Album)

[Intro: Lil Uzi Vert, NAV & Future]
If Young Metro don’t trust you, I’m gon’ shoot you
Tell me what it’s worth
Tell me what it’s worth
Tell me what it’s worth
Tell me what it’s worth
Tell me what it’s worth
Tell me what it’s worth

[Chorus: Lil Uzi Vert]
Tell me what it’s worth
Tell me what it’s worth
I came from the dirt, know I put in work
Like I’m A$AP Ferg, like I’m A$AP Ferg
Know I put in work
Know I put in work
Know I put in, yeah
Know I put in, yeah
Know I put in work
Diamonds different colors, so my neck look like Starburst
Kicked it one time, with your girlfriend
And she fucked me for a purse
I could hit that thing forever, when I’m on the perc

[Verse 1: NAV & Lil Uzi Vert]
I used to put in work
Now my young boys do the dirt (brown boy)
Fully automatic, pull up hit you with a burst
Put you on a shirt, you a lil’ boy, you a smurf
She used to put me down, and now she lifting up her skirt
Pull up and I swerve, leave her feelings hurt
She fucked me for a purse, she fucked me for a XO shirt
I see you wearing Off-White, but you know, I bought it first
I seen you post a picture, and I had to change my shirt
I can’t punch him in his face, he gonna sue me now
Took your bitch to Nobu, fuck me for some sushi now
I hit it once, and now I can’t stand her now
They pay me fifty thousand, just to stand around

[Chorus: Lil Uzi Vert]
Yeah, what it’s worth
Tell me what it’s worth
I came from the dirt, know I put in work
Like I’m A$AP Ferg, like I’m A$AP Ferg
Know I put in work
Know I put in work
Know I put in, yeah
Know I put in, yeah
Know I put in work
Diamonds different colors, so my neck look like Starburst
Kicked it one time, with your girlfriend
And she fucked me for a purse
I could hit that thing forever, when I’m on the perc

[Verse 2: Lil Uzi Vert]
Heard you got that AP swerve, that was my watch first
Heard you got that Lambo’, skrt, that was my drive first
Chopper beat that bitch to spurs, clip hang to the curb
That girl know, I put in work, like I’m A$AP Ferg
Your girlfriend say, I’m handsome
Fuck any girl, so random
Rock any clothes, I’m random
I rock that Demna right on my sandal
Don’t give me the top then cancel
My momma said these niggas can’t stand you
And I’m laughing right to the bank
All my chains on like I’m Shabba Ranks

[Chorus: Lil Uzi Vert]
Tell me what it’s worth
Tell me what it’s worth
I came from the dirt, know I put in work
Like I’m A$AP Ferg, like I’m A$AP Ferg
Know I put in work
Know I put in work
Know I put in, yeah
Know I put in, yeah
Know I put in work
Diamonds different colors, so my neck look like Starburst
Kicked it one time, with your girlfriend
And she fucked me for a purse
I could hit that thing forever, when I’m on the perc

[Outro: NAV]
I came up from the dirt, yeah
I came up from the dirt, yeah
Put in work like A$AP Ferg, yeah
You’re getting on my nerves, yeah
No pancakes, I want syrup, yeah
Mix some molly with the percs, yeah
Diss me take you off this earth, yeah
I came up from the dirt, yeah
I came up from the dirt, yeah
Came up from the dirt, yeah
Came up from the dirt, yeah
Put in work like A$AP Ferg, yeah
I got Vs on all my shirts, yeah
No pancakes, I want syrup, yeah
Mix some molly with the percs, yeah
Diss me take you off this earth, yeah
I came up from the dirt, yeah
I came up from the dirt, yeah

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Famous Dex – Dan The Man

[Intro]
DJ what
Dexter, ooo, fuck your, hah
Diamonds dancing like club tho
Huh, fucking bitches, know what I’m saying
Dexter, ooo, what, yeah, ah, what

[Verse]
AP diamonds dancing all up on my wrist
Blew your bitch a kiss thats your bitch she on my dick, ooo
Got my stick, huh, yeah, I got my stick, huh
.40 with the klick got the beam on that bitch, ooo
Diamonds dancing it my sing to your bitch, ooo
Doing coke she might fein on my dick, ooo
What, yeah, baby you a slut, huh
Let me bust a nut, huh
Feel all on her butt, ooo, wait
Bentley truck yeah you got a Jeep
Thats Chanel double pp all up on my feet
Diamonds on my teeth, huh, lil bro on the beat
Wanna be like me, huh, you can’t be like me
Wait, huh, two two three yeah that bitch on green
This bitch wanna ring she can’t get a thing
I might pop a beam, she might pop a beam
Now we seeing things, huh, all in magazines
What, test me, run up on ’em test me
.30 on me who gon’ test me, .40 on me who gon’ test me, what
Sex me, I know this bitch wanna neck me, neck me, neck me
I know this bitch wanna neck me, huh, wait, huh
I just bought a 50 it’s so pretty?
[?] I’ma shoot your bitch up in her titties
Gold chain ridin’ round the city feeling like Diddy
They like no he didn’t, they like no he didn’t, Dexter, ooo, what

[Outro]
They like no he didn’t, they like no he didn’t
They like no he didn’t, they like no he didn’t
Gold chain think I’m Diddy

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Famous Dex – Dan The Man Lyrics

[Intro]
DJ what
Dexter, ooo, fuck your, hah
Diamonds dancing like club tho
Huh, fucking bitches, know what I’m saying
Dexter, ooo, what, yeah, ah, what

[Verse]
AP diamonds dancing all up on my wrist
Blew your bitch a kiss thats your bitch she on my dick, ooo
Got my stick, huh, yeah, I got my stick, huh
.40 with the klick got the beam on that bitch, ooo
Diamonds dancing it my sing to your bitch, ooo
Doing coke she might fein on my dick, ooo
What, yeah, baby you a slut, huh
Let me bust a nut, huh
Feel all on her butt, ooo, wait
Bentley truck yeah you got a Jeep
Thats Chanel double pp all up on my feet
Diamonds on my teeth, huh, lil bro on the beat
Wanna be like me, huh, you can’t be like me
Wait, huh, two two three yeah that bitch on green
This bitch wanna ring she can’t get a thing
I might pop a beam, she might pop a beam
Now we seeing things, huh, all in magazines
What, test me, run up on ’em test me
.30 on me who gon’ test me, .40 on me who gon’ test me, what
Sex me, I know this bitch wanna neck me, neck me, neck me
I know this bitch wanna neck me, huh, wait, huh
I just bought a 50 it’s so pretty?
[?] I’ma shoot your bitch up in her titties
Gold chain ridin’ round the city feeling like Diddy
They like no he didn’t, they like no he didn’t, Dexter, ooo, what

[Outro]
They like no he didn’t, they like no he didn’t
They like no he didn’t, they like no he didn’t
Gold chain think I’m Diddy

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Dan the man – Famous Dex lyrics

Lyrics Famous Dex – Dan the man

DJ what
Dexter ouu, f*ck your hah
Diamonds dancing like club tho
Huh f*cking b*tches, know what I’m saying
Dexter ou what yeah ah what.(dan the man)

AP diamonds dancing all up on my wrist
Blew your b*tch a kiss thats your b*tch she on my d*ck.

Got my stick huh yeah I got my stick huh
40 with the klick got the beam on that b*tch.

Diamonds dancing it my sing to your b*tch ou
Doing coke she might fein on my d*ck.

What yeah baby you a slut huh let me bust a nut huh
Versuri-lyrics.info
Feel all on her butt ou wait.

Bentley truck yeah you got a jeep
Thats Chanel double pp all up on my feet.

Diamonds on my teeth huh lil bro on the beat
Wanna be like me huh you can’t be like me.

Wait huh two two three yeah that b*tch on green
This b*tch wanna ring she can’t get a thing.

I might pop a beam she might pop a beam
Now we seeing things huh all in magazines.

What, test me run up on em’ test me
30 on me who gon’ test me 40 on me who gon’ test me what.

S*x me I now this b*tch wanna neck me neck me neck me
I know this b*tch wanna neck me huh wait huh.

I just bought a 50 it’s so pretty?
Gold chain riding round the city feeling like Diddy.

They like no he didn’t they like no he didn’t dexter ou what
They like no he didn’t they like no he didn’t
They like no he didn’t they like no he didn’t
Gold chain think I’m Diddyyy.
Famous Dex lyrics
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MoneyBagg Yo – Reckless (feat. Youngboy Never Broke Again) (Federal 3X Album)

[Intro: MoneyBagg Yo]
Like, yeah
Ayy see
See I’m a young nigga with this paper, you know what I’m sayin’
I ain’t gon’ even lie, like
Sometimes it get to me, you know what I’m sayin’?

[Chorus: MoneyBagg Yo]
I just popped a bean, I just threw my neck back
I’m in the latest machine, I hope I don’t wreck it
Bitch threaten me like she gon’ leave (bye bye)
Cool, ain’t gon’ sweat that
You ain’t never got no time for me
I hate when she text that
I just got flagged by the law, I just had a minor setback
Hundred hundred with my dogs
Ten-oh-four, I’m like bet that, ayy
I met the paper, I met that
Neck and my wrist is on wet wet
At the crib, pour where the jet’s at (where the Lear at?)
Name one thing I ain’t best at

[Verse 1: MoneyBagg Yo]
I just hit me a lick, I just stretched that
I’m on pills in the foreign, I might wreck that
I just copped an AP, I love how it shine
I ain’t took the time to set that
All my young niggas still on that hot shit
I can’t fuck with you, you on that opp shit
All that hatin’ shit, that ain’t gon’ stop shit
I be fly like dude in the cockpit
She textin’ me talkin’ ’bout she want better
She wanna come ’round but I won’t let her
This money got these niggas so jealous
But I keep them straps like Margiellas, hey
Still making sales, fuck 12
If I get caught I make bail (federal)
Pull up servin’ with the tags out
Still got the bales out the schoolhouse
Three shows one night, that’s a paycheck
I just hopped off a Lear G5 jet
Vibin’, stylin’, profilin’
Bad bitch with me, she red like Hi-Tech (red like drank)
Hold up, she might be bad but she don’t listen
Always talkin’ ’bout other bitches (god damn ho)
Send my lil niggas on a mission
I got that power like Fifty

[Chorus: MoneyBagg Yo]
I just popped a bean, I just threw my neck back
I’m in the latest machine, I hope I don’t wreck it
Bitch threaten me like she gon’ leave (bye bye)
Cool, ain’t gon’ sweat that
You ain’t never got no time for me
I hate when she text that
I just got flagged by the law, I just had a minor setback
Hundred hundred with my dogs
Ten-oh-four, I’m like bet that, ayy
I met the paper, I met that
Neck and my wrist is on wet wet
At the crib, pour where the jet’s at (where the Lear at?)
Name one thing I ain’t best at

[Verse 2: YoungBoy Never Broke Again]
Flight up to Cali, you know that I bet that
Pull up, show my ass, I’m like where the check at?
Before I walk in I’m like where the perps at?
Turn up at the party, you know I success that
Bitch textin’ me, tryna see where I be at
I told her I’m headed wherever the check is
She said when you comin’ back to where I live?
You need to find you a new me, you lil bitch ass (bitch)
Don’t fuck with me, then say that
Bitch, then say that
I chauffeur my car, in the back of the Maybach
(I chauffeur my car, in the back of the Maybach)
Don’t fix your mouth to say what you gon’ do
I told a ho bitch you know I don’t play that
I walk around with a whole lot of money
Four of your boyfriends couldn’t even make that, ho

[Chorus: MoneyBagg Yo]
I just popped a bean, I just threw my neck back
I’m in the latest machine, I hope I don’t wreck it
Bitch threaten me like she gon’ leave (bye bye)
Cool, ain’t gon’ sweat that
You ain’t never got no time for me
I hate when she text that
I just got flagged by the law, I just had a minor setback
Hundred hundred with my dogs
Ten-oh-four, I’m like bet that, ayy
I met the paper, I met that
Neck and my wrist is on wet wet
At the crib, pour where the jet’s at (where the Lear at?)
Name one thing I ain’t best at

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MoneyBagg Yo – Lately (feat. Fabolous & Yo Gotti)

[Chorus: MoneyBagg Yo]
Just had a fallout with my nigga so it’s been fuck him lately
Tryna make everybody happy, shit gonna rub me crazy
I’m still prepared for the worst, keep a strap on me daily
It’s just me against the world, how a nigga been feeling lately
Lately, I ain’t been lettin’ nothin’ faze me
Lately, I been countin’ money on the daily
Lately, I been fuckin’ bitches that ain’t basic
Lately, I been servin’ patients, ducking cases

[Verse 1: Moneybagg Yo]
As soon as I walk in, don’t do the talkin’
I’m knowin’ she gon’ be ready
I’m livin’ the thug life
Scarf tatted around my head like 2Pac Makiavelli
My pockets on fat, I’m playin’ with them racks
So I’m feelin’ extra heavy
I’m surrounded in ice, plus I got the stick on me
You can call me Wayne Gretzky
Lately, lately, I been drippin’ that sauce like gravy
Quarter mil on me, two eighty
Ain’t a thing on me fugazi, yeah
Lately, lately, ain’t gon’ lie, man shit been crazy
Broke the news to my bitch, I just had another baby yeah

[Chorus: MoneyBagg Yo]
Just had a fallout with my nigga so it’s been fuck him lately
Tryna make everybody happy, shit gonna rub me crazy
I’m still prepared for the worst, keep a strap on me daily
It’s just me against the world, how a nigga been feeling lately
Lately, I ain’t been lettin’ nothin’ faze me
Lately, I been countin’ money on the daily
Lately, I been fuckin’ bitches that ain’t basic
Lately, I been servin’ patients, ducking cases

[Verse 2: Fabolous]
Look, lately I have had the strangest feelings, word to Jodeci
Lately I been lowkey but my jewelry make you notice me
Lately I’m a movie everybody wanna go to see
Lately I go foreign, everything I got from overseas
Stop runnin’ ’round sayin’ that you used to date me
Like Janet say, what have you done for me lately?
Show them niggas love then they turn around and hate me
But can’t break me, ’cause they ain’t make me
I give them niggas what they ask for
They ain’t even gotta say please
Got gorillas that’ll wash you
I be where them bathing apes be
Got a bad bitch, she shapely
Fuck me like she tryna rape me
My wrist cold like Minnesota, she comin’ through with that AP
Run it up

[Chorus: MoneyBagg Yo]
Just had a fallout with my nigga so it’s been fuck him lately
Tryna make everybody happy, shit gonna rub me crazy
I’m still prepared for the worst, keep a strap on me daily
It’s just me against the world, how a nigga been feeling lately
Lately, I ain’t been lettin’ nothin’ faze me
Lately, I been countin’ money on the daily
Lately, I been fuckin’ bitches that ain’t basic
Lately, I been servin’ patients, ducking cases

[Verse 3: Yo Gotti]
Lately I been gettin’ to the money on these niggas
I been so one hundred on these niggas
I ain’t gotta try to do it, I done did it on these niggas
Yeah, ugh, shitted on these niggas
Case dismissed, acquitted on these niggas
Yeah, truck, Bentley on these niggas
Yeah, go hard, I’m from Memphis
I ain’t never put faith in these hoes, had feelings on these niggas
Homeboy with the shit so it’s been fuck him lately
Homegirl super thick, fuck around have my baby
Watch queen of the south, wishing that was my lady
CMG the new Cash Money, I guess I’m Baby
Lately, I been feelin’ super antisocial
Been paranoid, don’t you speak to me if I don’t know you
Baby, ain’t paying for no pussy, I don’t owe you
Extort me, that will never happen, I done told you
I ain’t fuckin’ with you right now

[Chorus: MoneyBagg Yo]
Just had a fallout with my nigga so it’s been fuck him lately
Tryna make everybody happy, shit gonna rub me crazy
I’m still prepared for the worst, keep a strap on me daily
It’s just me against the world, how a nigga been feeling lately
Lately, I ain’t been lettin’ nothin’ faze me
Lately, I been countin’ money on the daily
Lately, I been fuckin’ bitches that ain’t basic
Lately, I been servin’ patients, ducking cases

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Hoodrich Pablo Juan – I Do This

[Verse 1]
Louis V on, I got on VLONE
I just bought a new chain, that bitch three-tone
I’m in Designer, red bottoms spiked up like pinecones
Spike the pineapple, double cup styrofoam
I got the AP and the Rollie switching time zones
You could turn off all the lights, I put them diamonds on
We the Big Tymers, nigga, we get our shine on
My trap house like a pop-up, the line long

[Hook]
I do this shit
I do this shit
I do this shit
I do this shit
I do this shit
I do this shit
I do this shit
I do this shit
I do this shit

[Verse 2]
Left wrist a Rollie, VS diamonds all white
Putting Hitech in the Fanta, only mix the Act with Sprite
Kick that bitch up out the spot if she ain’t acting right
Cookie, Percs, and lean, nigga, I’m up there with the satellites
Hood nigga shooting dice, I’m just fucking, that’s your wife
I’ve been turning bitches into dice, skinny jeans fit me tight
Smoking cookie, fucking on a bitch with a pretty pussy
Been the same real one, nigga, I ain’t never, ever been a pussy
I got dope on my Rollie, you would think a nigga was still cooking
Diamonds so wet, damn, I think it got your bitch gushing
Got your bitch looking, got on red bottoms like I’m a Christian
With them bricks in, I’ma fuck up the kitchen
Put the dick in her and I make her kiss
Put on the AP when I go to Michigan
Rocking the VLONE, long as you can’t get it
"How you do three-tone?" Mind your business
Hundred round, hundred niggas pull up with it
‘Bout to go put me some tint on the Bentley
Bought Gucci and Prada, or Louis and Fendi
I’m wet like a pool, I’m fresh like some lettuce
Designer head to toe, I just went and spent me a ten at Lenox

[Hook]
I do this shit
I do this shit
I do this shit
I do this shit
I do this shit
I do this shit
I do this shit
I do this shit
I do this shit

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Dae Dae – New Wave

[Intro]
Boy they already know what it is when I talk this shit here
Dae Dae let’s go and give it to ’em boy
Let’s go’n get ’em out the way, it’s a new wave nigga

[Verse 1]
Neck piece too lit, this bitch too lit
AP two bricks, bad bitch too thick
Fashion, oohwee, backend, oohwee
Kardashian, two piece, MAC or that Uzi
Trappin’ by pool creek, action when it’s ’bout me
They say you not the man in the streets
I’m flashy, now you got with the key
I crashed it, now I’m in that new straight A Jeep
It’s happenin’, they finally freed my fuckin’ brother D
Don’t panic, man time to turn up on them beats
I’m dangerous, oh you actin’ hard? nigga please
Gang with me, and we in the club one hundred deep nigga

[Chorus]
This bitch too lit, thug bitch, Ruth Chris
Dark bitch, dark shades, dark pay, okay
Red bitch, Charday, red bottoms, two K
Yachtmaster forty K, Atlanta new wave
This bitch too lit, thug bitch, Ruth Chris
Dark bitch, dark shades, dark pay, okay
Red bitch, Charday, red bottoms, two K
Yachtmaster forty K, Atlanta new wave

[Verse 2]
Atlanta new wave, I got Bluray, woo
Still in the burbs, bitch I’m too paid
The Forgis make me swerve when I’m cruisin’
I know I make ’em nervous how I do this shit nigga
Pop the donk on Irving, leave the keys in the ignition
And I’m shooting like Curry nigga, try me I’ma swish it
My big chain nervous, I got racks and I got glizzy
In that blue excursion, I’m in traffic sitting on inches
I might go to Follies, go to Flame and throw a twenty
I might take her shopping buy her that but ain’t no feeling
She still go to college but her daddy don’t be tripping
And I’m with my partners, time to turn up with my niggas

[Chorus]
This bitch too lit, thug bitch, Ruth Chris
Dark bitch, dark shades, dark pay, okay
Red bitch, Charday, red bottoms, two K
Yachtmaster forty K, Atlanta new wave
This bitch too lit, thug bitch, Ruth Chris
Dark bitch, dark shades, dark pay, okay
Red bitch, Charday, red bottoms, two K
Yachtmaster forty K, Atlanta new wave

[Verse 3]
It’s the new wave, I got blue rays
Might pull out the garage in the new Wraith
Fuck ’em if they hatin’, bitch I’m too paid
I’m clutchin’ ’cause they hatin’ but it’s cool, hate
My bitch too lit, your bitch my bitch
Big rim, big crib, four-fifth, right here
I won’t let you try me ever ever again
This lil bitch want molly, she want percs and shit (molly percocets)
You know it ain’t no problem, we gon’ work the shit
Order up them bottles, Dae Dae got this bitch lit
And we want them hoes that bring all her friends
We got this bitch loaded, go’n and turn up, yeah

[Chorus]
This bitch too lit, thug bitch, Ruth Chris
Dark bitch, dark shades, dark pay, okay
Red bitch, Charday, red bottoms, two K
Yachtmaster forty K, Atlanta new wave
This bitch too lit, thug bitch, Ruth Chris
Dark bitch, dark shades, dark pay, okay
Red bitch, Charday, red bottoms, two K
Yachtmaster forty K, Atlanta new wave

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21 Savage – Whole Lot (Issa Album)

[Intro: Young Thug]
Yeah, it’s a knife and all, y’know what I’m sayin’?
Yeah nigga, I hit your wife and all, y’know what I’m sayin’?
Yeah, this a plain AP, but I got a lotta watches, y’know what I’m sayin’?
Yeah

[Chorus: 21 Savage & Young Thug]
Nigga made a whole lotta guala
Now I got a whole lotta problems (yeah)
Main bitch fuckin’ my partner (main bitch)
Nigga, we ain’t trippin’, we ballin’ (fool)
And I got a whole lotta shotters (and I gotta)
Hang around a whole lotta robbers (hang around)
And I got a bad bitch callin’ (and I gotta)
Put a bad bitch in Cartier
Catch a nigga ridin’ down College (skrt skrt)
Catch a nigga ridin’ down [?]
We ain’t talkin’ ’bout it, we savage
We don’t talk about it, we shotters
Straight up out the gutter, we charted (gutter)
Straight up out the gutter, we heartless (heartless)
I’m a street nigga and a artist (street nigga)
And I’m gon’ hit my targets (voom voom)

[Verse 1: 21 Savage & Young Thug]
VVS’s drippin’ off my chain, hoe (ooh)
I be in them places that you can’t go (can’t go)
My brother down the road on tango (I still see him)
You rap niggas sweeter than a mango (pussy sweet)
TEC on me with the coolie on it
I’ma fuck around and squeeze (ooh)
Pain runnin’ through my veins
I don’t want the fame, I just wanna eat (ooh)
Rap niggas callin’ my phone
Fuck these niggas, these niggas ain’t G’s (one hunnit)
Spend on a lot of niggas, I ain’t spend no more
Fuck around and get robbed ’round me (fast)
Chain snatched
Watch snatched, don’t get it back (get it)
Chopper on you
Wrong move, get hit in the back (cutter)
I’m Young Savage
Real nigga, they vouchin’ for that (they vouchin’ for that)
I keep it on me
One in the head, I’m cockin’ it back
And I make your bitch drop it back
And I spend a dub in Saks
And I do a whole lot of drinkin’
I done put a hole in my kidney
Y’all niggas pussy like kittens (uh)
VVS’s on, I need mittens (VVS)
Nigga, we ain’t leavin’ no witness
Stomp a nigga ’til he need stitches (woah)
I ain’t never played no victim
Every nigga played, I killed him
Put a nigga in a blender, nigga, then we chop it up (then we chop it up)
Put it in the Pyrex, nigga, then we lock it up (lock it up)
Put that bitch inside a Benz, she was in a Acura
Niggas be actin’ tough, I just be stackin’ up (I just be stackin’ up)
Used to ride around with Dracos, now I’m going platinum (platinum)

[Chorus: 21 Savage & Young Thug]
Nigga made a whole lotta guala (yeah)
Now I got a whole lotta problems (got a whole lotta)
Main bitch fuckin’ my partner (main bitch)
Nigga, we ain’t trippin’, we ballin’ (ain’t trippin on ’em)
And I got a whole lotta shotters (and I gotta)
Hang around a whole lotta robbers (hang around)
And I got a bad bitch callin’ (and I gotta)
Put a bad bitch in Cartier (yeah)
Catch a nigga ridin’ down College (ooh)
Catch a nigga ridin’ down [?] (get madder nigga)
We ain’t talkin’ ’bout it, we savage (ain’t talk about it)
We don’t talk about it, we shotters (ain’t talk about it)
Straight up out the gutter, we charted (okay)
Straight up out the gutter, we heartless (okay)
I’m a street nigga and a artist (ooh)
And I’m gon’ hit my targets

[Verse 2: 21 Savage & Young Thug]
Nigga, put gold on denim (gold)
Nigga, I said it, I meant it (meant it)
Nigga, be fresh like mint (fresh)
Nigga on percs, I’m itchin’ (nigga)
Nigga, I stayed in the trenches (nigga)
Niggas still play in the trenches (nigga)
Stayed up late on missions (fool)
Sometimes we ain’t strike for a dime (for a dime)
If them niggas actin’ scared, I ride (I’m gon’ go)
When my brother got killed, I cried
I can’t let a nigga stop my stride (stride)
Gotta keep this shit goin’, gotta move (move)
If it come down to it, I’m bustin’ moves (fool)
I jump up out that vert with a Uzi (skrt)
These facts, lil’ nigga I’m the truth (truth)
You got goons, lil’ nigga, I got troops (I got troops)
They don’t got Instagrams ’cause they shoot (I got, I got)
Coulda got a four-door, I got a coupe (got that coupe)
Coulda fucked that bitch, I passed her to the crew (here you go)
Shiverin’ and shakin’, boy you ain’t gon’ shoot
Wright Street, man I ate a lot of soups

[Chorus: 21 Savage & Young Thug]
Nigga made a whole lotta guala
Now I got a whole lotta problems (yeah)
Main bitch fuckin’ my partner (main bitch)
Nigga, we ain’t trippin’, we ballin’ (fool)
And I got a whole lotta shotters (and I gotta)
Hang around a whole lotta robbers (hang around)
And I got a bad bitch callin’ (and I gotta)
Put a bad bitch in Cartier
Catch a nigga ridin’ down College (skrt skrt)
Catch a nigga ridin’ down [?]
We ain’t talkin’ ’bout it, we savage
We don’t talk about it, we shotters
Straight up out the gutter, we charted (gutter)
Straight up out the gutter, we heartless (heartless)
I’m a street nigga and a artist (street nigga)
And I’m gon’ hit my targets (voom voom)

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Relationship – Young Thug feat. Future lyrics

Lyrics Young Thug – Relationship

Shinin’ hard ’cause we back up
Rose gold from your neck up
You know s**t gon’ get sloppy, tryna check us
Pop an X pill like we Malcolm, yeah, hey
I’m in a relationship with all my b*tches, yeah
I need to cut some of ’em off, I need help
I got some bad tings, I want her to myself
Had to take the time to cut ’em off, I need help
I know how to make the girl go crazy
When you treat her like your number one baby
Put my b*tches on yachts, we don’t do jet-skis
Put your ice on rocks, they need to help me.

No baby, your collection, won’t stand for it
You know you’re in relationship with all us
I get a few texts a day sayin’, “It’s all yours”
I got a few states on speed dial like good drugs
Get in your bag, uh, yeah, get in your bag, uh
Hundred new purse for a brat, uh, comin’ down the street, new Jag
Turbo b*tch ’bout to drag, nigga had M’s ‘fore a*s
Got a brand new b*tch, who that?
Rock the flooded AP, all black
White toes, give me a tan, cocaine, kilo tan
All a b*tch wanna do is shine, Audemars, pick which kind
I made you a starter, you went from a dime to a quarter
I Chico DeBarge it, I’m leaving that loud in apartments, yeah
Don’t play with a sergeant, I’m ready to spoil it
She suck on my dick, I’m hidin’ in the closet
I’m higher than the moon, three mil’ in the room
You get silver spoon, I bought you some goons.

Shinin’ hard ’cause we back up
Rose gold from your neck up
You know s**t gon’ get sloppy, tryna check us
Pop an X pill like we Malcolm, yeah, hey
I’m in a relationship with all my b*tches, yeah
I need to cut some of ’em off, I need help
I got some bad tings, I want her to myself
Had to take the time to cut ’em off, I need help
I know how to make the girls go crazy
When you treat her like your number one baby
Put my b*tches on yachts, we don’t do jet-skis
Put your ice on rocks, they need to help me.

I don’t do jet-skis, give me the yacht please
I made you queen status, check out my lean status
I’m in a relationship with all my b*tches, yeah
I put my dick inside her mouth before she left
Yeah, I built relationships with all my b*tches, yes
I put my dick right in her mouth before she act
I got your b*tch in a backpack versuri-lyrics.info
I paid extra for the crib, it got a kid shack
I paid extra for the crib, it got a game room
Got a penthouse in the back, it ain’t my main room
Tamika, Jo and Porsche they kept it silent
That’s the only reason I let ’em fly private.

Shinin’ hard ’cause we back up
Rose gold from your neck up
You know s**t gon’ get sloppy, tryna check us
Pop an X pill like we Malcolm, yeah, hey
I’m in a relationship with all my b*tches, yeah
I need to cut some of ’em off, I need help
I got some bad tings, I want her to myself
Had to take the time to cut ’em off, I need help
I know how to make the girls go crazy
When you treat her like your number one baby
Put my b*tches on yachts, we don’t do jet-skis
Put your ice on rocks, they need to help meee.
Young Thug lyrics
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Dae Dae – New Wave Lyrics

[Intro]
Boy they already know what it is when I talk this shit here
Dae Dae let’s go and give it to ’em boy
Let’s go’n get ’em out the way, it’s a new wave nigga

[Verse 1]
Neck piece too lit, this bitch too lit
AP two bricks, bad bitch too thick
Fashion, oohwee, backend, oohwee
Kardashian, two piece, MAC or that Uzi
Trappin’ by pool creek, action when it’s ’bout me
They say you not the man in the streets
I’m flashy, now you got with the key
I crashed it, now I’m in that new straight A Jeep
It’s happenin’, they finally freed my fuckin’ brother D
Don’t panic, man time to turn up on them beats
I’m dangerous, oh you actin’ hard? nigga please
Gang with me, and we in the club one hundred deep nigga

[Chorus]
This bitch too lit, thug bitch, Ruth Chris
Dark bitch, dark shades, dark pay, okay
Red bitch, Charday, red bottoms, two K
Yachtmaster forty K, Atlanta new wave
This bitch too lit, thug bitch, Ruth Chris
Dark bitch, dark shades, dark pay, okay
Red bitch, Charday, red bottoms, two K
Yachtmaster forty K, Atlanta new wave

[Verse 2]
Atlanta new wave, I got Bluray, woo
Still in the burbs, bitch I’m too paid
The Forgis make me swerve when I’m cruisin’
I know I make ’em nervous how I do this shit nigga
Pop the donk on Irving, leave the keys in the ignition
And I’m shooting like Curry nigga, try me I’ma swish it
My big chain nervous, I got racks and I got glizzy
In that blue excursion, I’m in traffic sitting on inches
I might go to Follies, go to Flame and throw a twenty
I might take her shopping buy her that but ain’t no feeling
She still go to college but her daddy don’t be tripping
And I’m with my partners, time to turn up with my niggas

[Chorus]
This bitch too lit, thug bitch, Ruth Chris
Dark bitch, dark shades, dark pay, okay
Red bitch, Charday, red bottoms, two K
Yachtmaster forty K, Atlanta new wave
This bitch too lit, thug bitch, Ruth Chris
Dark bitch, dark shades, dark pay, okay
Red bitch, Charday, red bottoms, two K
Yachtmaster forty K, Atlanta new wave

[Verse 3]
It’s the new wave, I got blue rays
Might pull out the garage in the new Wraith
Fuck ’em if they hatin’, bitch I’m too paid
I’m clutchin’ ’cause they hatin’ but it’s cool, hate
My bitch too lit, your bitch my bitch
Big rim, big crib, four-fifth, right here
I won’t let you try me ever ever again
This lil bitch want molly, she want percs and shit (molly percocets)
You know it ain’t no problem, we gon’ work the shit
Order up them bottles, Dae Dae got this bitch lit
And we want them hoes that bring all her friends
We got this bitch loaded, go’n and turn up, yeah

[Chorus]
This bitch too lit, thug bitch, Ruth Chris
Dark bitch, dark shades, dark pay, okay
Red bitch, Charday, red bottoms, two K
Yachtmaster forty K, Atlanta new wave
This bitch too lit, thug bitch, Ruth Chris
Dark bitch, dark shades, dark pay, okay
Red bitch, Charday, red bottoms, two K
Yachtmaster forty K, Atlanta new wave

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Young Thug – You Said Lyrics

[Intro]
So what’s up with all that goddamn tough talk you had earlier on the phone, you know what I’m saying? When you said you was ‘gon goddamn do this and that to me?
You told me (freaky-deeky)
Where all that at? oh I thought so

You got high level confidence you knahmsayin’

[Chorus]
You said you’ gone fuck me to death when you see me
You said that, you said that
You said you ‘gone do me the worst, I remember you right said that
You said you ‘gone kiss from my neck to my chest to my naval and dick and nuts
We talked about everything, then you know that we got us some making up
I lick on that puss on a pill, and I make her stand up like some bunny ears
I bite on that butt, then I suck on her toes and her soul go outta here
She look at him like he ‘gone kill her and I turn ’round and light like I’m Dr. Phil
Let’s get freaky deeky around here

Say it now, ooh, ooh, ooh
Say it now, ooh, ooh, ooh (I want you to say now)
Say it now, ooh, ooh, ooh (I want you to say now)
Say it now (Jeffery!), ooh, ooh, ooh

[Verse 1]
I got the door unlocked
And I know right now she’d rather have my dick than a watch
And I’m not right about her friend, but I got a strong feeling she’ll take real charge and run into the narcs
And I’m seeing all your emotions, came a long way from roaches
Ride around the ‘berg get the rollie
I ain’t ever need a nothing brodie
I’m full pocket, macaroni
Rose-gold, AP, like a token
Bought that bitch a mink, now she cozy
Rather go to jail, I ain’t told ’em
I get excited when I see you
I’d rather freeze up and get shot when I see you
Oh, they dreaming and standing and I drive in the rear view
You cool, and you a real one
Let’s go to Africa, to the Pilgrim

[Chorus]
You said you’ gone fuck me to death when you see me
You said that, you said that
You said you ‘gone do me the worst, I remember you right when you said that
You said you ‘gone kiss from my neck to my chest to my naval and dick and nuts
We talked about everything, then you know that we got us some making up
I lick on that puss on a pill, and I make her stand up like some bunny ears
I bite on that butt, then I suck on her toes and her soul go outta here
She look at him like he ‘gone kill her and I turn ’round and light him like I’m bouta feel
Let’s get freaky deeky around here

Say it now, ooh, ooh, ooh
Say it now, ooh, ooh, ooh (I want you to)
Say it now, ooh, ooh, ooh (I want you to)
Say it now, ooh, ooh, ooh

[Verse 2]
Let’s make out last song
She get the last goal
I got some Actavis
I want the last dose
I got a good cash flow
But I don’t want the fast dough
Your daughter got filthy rich
I came right out the rat-hole
I smoked a whole eighth
I’m drinking codeine
I want some head in here
I don’t want no teeth
I should’ve called off
I’m bout to OD
Then I’m off like a golf ball
My two homies
Lay it up on me
I make her squirt on the couch
Private party on that blouse
We play for the Cavs, no beers
Every diamond on me, crystal clear
Molly on me, baby, take it off of me
CAT scan, white stuff on my jeans
Hit it from the back, loosen up her spleen
Say you mine, Imma take it off and raw dog

[Chorus 2]
You said you’ gone fuck me to death when you see me
You said that, you said that
You said you ‘gone do me the worst, I remember you right when you said that
You said you ‘gone kiss from my neck to my chest to my naval and dick and nuts
We talked about everything, then you know that we got us some making up
I lick on that puss on a pill, and I make her stand up like some bunny ears
I bite on that butt, then I suck on her toes and her soul go outta here
She look at him like he ‘gone kill her and I turn ’round and light him like I’m bouta feel
Let’s get freaky deaky around here

Say it now, ooh, ooh, ooh
Say it now, ooh, ooh, ooh (I want you to)
Say it now, ooh, ooh, ooh (I want you to)
Say it now, ooh, ooh, ooh

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Young Thug – Relationship Lyrics

[Chorus: Young Thug & Future]
Shinin’ hard ’cause we back up
Rose gold from your neck up
You know you gon’ get stopped tryna check us
Pop an X pill like we Malcolm, yeah, hey
I’m in a relationship with all my bitches, yeah
I need to cut some of ’em off, I need help
I got some bad tings, I want ’em to myself
Had to take the time to cut ’em off, I need help
I know how to make the girls go crazy
When you treat her like your number one baby
Put my bitches on yachts, we don’t do jet-skis
Put your ice on rocks, they need to help me

[Verse 1: Young Thug & Future]
No baby, your collection, won’t stand for it
You know you’re in relationship with all us
I get a few texts a day sayin’, “It’s all yours”
I got a few states on speed dial like good drugs
Get in your bag, uh, yeah, get in your bag, uh
Hundred new purse for a brat, uh, come to the street, new Jag
Chart broke, bitch ’bout to drag
Nigga had M’s ‘fore ass
Got a brand new bitch, who that?
Rock the flooded AP, all black
White toes, give me a tan
Cocaine, kilo tan
All a bitch wanna do is shine
Audemars, pick which kind
I made you a starter
You went from a dime to a quarter
I Chico DeBarge it
I’m leaving that loud in apartments, yeah
Don’t play with a sergeant, I’m ready to spoil it
She suck on my dick, I’m hidin’ in the closet
I’m hidin’ the dope, three mil’ in the room
You get silver spoon, I bought you some goons

[Chorus: Young Thug & Future]
Shinin’ hard ’cause we back up
Rose gold from your neck up
You know you gon’ get stopped tryna check us
Pop an X pill like we Malcolm, yeah, hey
I’m in a relationship with all my bitches, yeah
I need to cut some of ’em off, I need help
I got some bad tings, I want ’em to myself
Had to take the time to cut ’em off, I need help
I know how to make the girls go crazy
When you treat her like your number one baby
Put my bitches on yachts, we don’t do jet-skis
Put your ice on rocks, they need to help me

[Verse 2: Young Thug & Future]
I don’t do jet-skis
Give me the yacht please
I made you queen status
Check out my lean status
I’m in a relationship with all my bitches, yeah
I put my dick inside her mouth before she left
Yeah, I built relationships with all my bitches, yes
I put my dick right in her mouth before she act
I got your bitch in a backpack
I paid extra for the crib, it got a kid shack
I paid extra for the crib, it got a game room
Got a penthouse in the back, it ain’t my main room
Tamika, Jo and Porsche kept it silent
That’s the only reason I let ’em fly private

[Chorus: Young Thug & Future]
Shinin’ hard ’cause we back up
Rose gold from your neck up
You know you gon’ get stopped tryna check us
Pop an X pill like we Malcolm, yeah, hey
I’m in a relationship with all my bitches, yeah
I need to cut some of ’em off, I need help
I got some bad tings, I want ’em to myself
Had to take the time to cut ’em off, I need help
I know how to make the girls go crazy
When you treat her like your number one baby
Put my bitches on yachts, we don’t do jet-skis
Put your ice on rocks, they need to help me

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Young Thug – Daddy’s Birthday (Beautiful Thugger Girls Album)

[Bridge]
Dropped out of school and brought myself a chain
I must’ve taught myself a million things
I’m out the trap I can sell anything
I wish I would allow myself to hear this hoe’s dream
I pray my daughter never ever experience no train
I told her Colgate baby you gotta keep your teeth straight

[Verse 1]
Yeah, bae I’m flexing, extension
Brand new Rari, Smith and Wesson
Made myself ballin, hold my credit card
Speaking of credit, they all owe me, I got credit, yuh
Vrrrrr, V12, y’all ain’t ready dog
Trapping beats I’m like hurry up and buy
Extra draco for my pops, ’cause his birthday 4th of July
I’m so busy it’s making me feel like I’m in and out my kids’ lives

[Chorus]
Ooooooooooohhhhh
(I’m the father of six babies, you know what I’m sayin?)
New coupe, new shoes (new coupe, brand new shoes)
Red bottoms kicking, yeah I’m flossing on your pussy
Cameltoe big, I see the print inside the suit
Rose gold, my jewelry I’m in and out it too
Fuck them ’bout it too let them drive it with the few

[Post-hook]
All this fuckin money, has me switchin [???]
I’m livin right and they ain’t ever read a book
Chanel vintage, you can put it on the books
The way I whip that body, they charging me with cruelty
Don’t try to stop me, don’t you try to knock me
You see me got these crackers in the back
You gotta forgive my heart, I don’t mean to stunt like that (I don’t mean to do that to you you know what I’m sayin)

[Verse 2]
Red bottoms, I’m at Met-Gala (I’m bout to spaz)
Ain’t playin geek, I want every problem
Two thousand dollars for the newest snake collar
Been a swager, had dollar
Raw clean, Balmain (let’s get it)
Vintage swag (vintage hoe), New Celine (just want my glasses)
Hands dirty watch me turn them clean
Lil shawty hot, kerosene
Ima kill by any means
Favorite sound ching ching
Ima spray fake with my jeans
Ima turn up with my team
New condo on 17 (new condo hoe)
I turn none to something (I turned nothin to somethin)
AP match my jeans
Converse and McQueen
Pedi for my queen
Gambling, fuck these coins
[?] from the swing
Private jet livin’ (pussy ass nigga)
Ima go like beam (Ima go)
New backwoods no strings
I put ice in my cup
New pool, no chlorine

[Bridge]
Dropped out of school and brought myself a chain
I must’ve taught myself a million things
I’m out the trap I can sell anything
I wish I would allow myself to hear this hoe’s dream
I pray my daughter never ever experience no train
I told her Colgate baby you gotta keep your teeth straight

[Chorus]
OOOOOOOOHHHHHHH
New coupe, new shoes
Red bottoms kicking, yeah I’m flossing on your pussy
Cameltoe big, I see the print inside the suit
Rose gold, my jewelry I’m in and out it too
Fuck them ’bout it too let them drive it with the few

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Young Thug – You Said (Beautiful Thugger Girls Album)

[Intro]
So what’s up with all that goddamn tough talk you had earlier on the phone, you know what I’m saying? When you said you was ‘gon goddamn do this and that to me?
You told me (freaky-deeky)
Wild ain’t it, oh I thought so

[Chorus]
You said you’ gone fuck me to death when you see me
You said that, you said that
You said you ‘gone do me the worst, I remember you right said that
You said you ‘gone kiss from my neck to my chest to my naval and dick and nuts
We talked about everything, then you know that we got us some making up
I lick on that puss on a pill, and I make her stand up like some bunny ears
I bite on that butt, then I suck on her toes and her soul go outta here
She look at him like he ‘gone kill her and I turn ’round and light like I’m bouta feel
Let’s get freaky deeky around here

Say it now, ooh, ooh, ooh
Say it now, ooh, ooh, ooh (I want you to)
Say it now, ooh, ooh, ooh (I want you to)
Say it now (Jeffery!), ooh, ooh, ooh

[Verse 1]
I got the door unlocked
And I know right now she’d rather have my dick than a watch
And I’m not right about her friend, but I got a strong feeling she’ll take real charge and run into the narcs
And I’m seeing all your emotions, came a long way from roaches
Ride around the ‘berg get the rollie
I ain’t ever need a nothing brodie
I’m full pocket, macaroni
Rose-gold, AP, like a token
Bought that bitch a million now she closing
Rather go to jail, I ain’t told ’em
I get excited when I see you
I’d rather freeze up and get shot when I see you
Oh, they dreaming and [?] and I drive in the rear view
You cool, and you a real one
Let’s go to Africa, to the Pilgrim

[Chorus]
You said you’ gone fuck me to death when you see me
You said that, you said that
You said you ‘gone do me the worst, I remember you right when you said that
You said you ‘gone kiss from my neck to my chest to my naval and dick and nuts
We talked about everything, then you know that we got us some making up
I lick on that puss on a pill, and I make her stand up like some bunny ears
I bite on that butt, then I suck on her toes and her soul go outta here
She look at him like he ‘gone kill her and I turn ’round and light him like I’m bouta feel
Let’s get freaky deeky around here

Say it now, ooh, ooh, ooh
Say it now, ooh, ooh, ooh (I want you to)
Say it now, ooh, ooh, ooh (I want you to)
Say it now, ooh, ooh, ooh

[Verse 2]
Let’s make out last song
She get the last goal
I got some Actavis
I want the last dose
I got a good cash flow
But I don’t want the fast dough
Your daughter got filthy rich
I came right out the rat-hole
I smoked a whole eighth
I’m drinking codeine
I want some head in here
I don’t want no teeth
I should’ve called off
I’m bout to OD
Then I’m off like a golf ball
My two homies
Lay it up on me
I make her squirt on the couch
Private party on that blouse
We play for the Cavs, no beers
Every diamond on me, crystal clear
Molly on me, baby, take it off of me
CAT scan, white stuff on my jeans
Hit it from the back, loosen up her spleen
Say you mine, Imma take it off and raw dog

[Chorus 2]
You said you’ gone fuck me to death when you see me
You said that, you said that
You said you ‘gone do me the worst, I remember you right when you said that
You said you ‘gone kiss from my neck to my chest to my naval and dick and nuts
We talked about everything, then you know that we got us some making up
I lick on that puss on a pill, and I make her stand up like some bunny ears
I bite on that butt, then I suck on her toes and her soul go outta here
She look at him like he ‘gone kill her and I turn ’round and light him like I’m bouta feel
Let’s get freaky deaky around here

Say it now, ooh, ooh, ooh
Say it now, ooh, ooh, ooh (I want you to)
Say it now, ooh, ooh, ooh (I want you to)
Say it now, ooh, ooh, ooh