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Delta Spirit – How Bout It Lyrics

The war on magic got the behind the blindly enlisted
They let their hands on me, spoke in tongues ’cause I insisted
The bottom dropped out and no one else here but me could fix it
I cast a dark hash on the line and I landed all the sixes

How ’bout it?
How ’bout it?

The thrill of my victory shoulda made me more suspicious
And they kept that fare hung in front of my face, never looked so delicious
All my better angels will no longer speak my name
And the other wolves stand beside, all sure to do the same

How ’bout it?
How ’bout it?
How ’bout it?
How ’bout it?

Now I’m outta luck and making promises I know that I can’t keep
And the chicken skin head to the ATM, they won’t get the best of me
I have four, five, six, take the money, gotta go, got another important place to be
I took a brick to the back of the head, they said, "Welcome to Vegas, baby"

How ’bout it?
How ’bout it?
How ’bout it?
How ’bout it?

How ’bout it?
How ’bout it?
How ’bout it?
How ’bout it?

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HIMACHAL WALI Lyrics and Video Song – Manavgeet Gill

Milne nu mera janne chit karda
Kehndi lunch time tak intezaar kar le
Deni ae ni kiss teri gori gal te
Haayo Rabba bhora lihaaj kar le

Sabar na hoya bhaj utheya
Dhokhe deniye tain maar sutteya
Gairan diyan baahan vich vekhi lipti
Jadon baari vichon room val jhatti maari

Himachal wali matt meri maari
Himachal wali haye oye tikhi baahli
Muh ton niri khand dil ton se ‘feem kali
Himachal wali haye oye teekhi bahli
Muh ton niri khand dil ton se ‘feem kali
Himachal wali haye oye teekhi bahli

Main keha flat rati aau jatt ni
Kehndi sadde pg auna mundeyan da ban ve
Muhre aale park ch aaji haanane
Kehndi 10 vaje tala maar dindi dayan ve

Shaq peya soo len pujjeya
Vekh satt lagi seena sujjeya
Raat de hanereyan ch dabe paer ni
Paudi rahin jadon tempu’aan di saina chadi

Mumbai wali lage hun maadi
Mumbai wali haye oye teekhi bahli
Muh ton niri khand dil ton se ‘feem kali
Bombay shehar wali haye oye teekhi bahli
Muh ton niri khand dil ton se ‘feem kali
Bombay shehar wali haye oye teekhi bahli

Mukk chali limit kyu mere card di
Kehndi suit vekh pin methon dial ho gaya
Haje tan dawaya see ga mehrauli ton
Kehndi oh tan jatta old style ho gaya

ATM khate hoye nill si
Lakhan vich shopping’aa da bill si
Kar ke malang nu oh nang mittron
Nave ranjhe diyan jeban vich hath paa gi

Delhi shehar wali kha gi kille 40
Delhi shehar wali haye oye teekhi bahli
Muh ton niri khand dil ton se ‘feem kali
Delhi shehar wali haye oye teekhi bahli
Muh ton niri khand dil ton se ‘feem kali
Delhi shehar wali haye oye teekhi bahli

Aaja gharo bahar mein ve phunch chalya
Kehndi main tan nani ghare aayi hoyi aan
Dass di snap tun elante vall si
Kehndi oh tan jatta kal di hi payi hoyi ya

Sadde naal ghad di scheme si
Gill di than ohde naal hakeem si
Dhakk ke tu chehra chunni naal jhuthiye
Hauli deni beamer di window se chadali

Chandigarh wali chakmi se bahli
Chandigarh wali haye oye teekhi bahli
Muh ton niri khand dil ton se ‘feem kali
Haye oye teekhi bahli
Muh ton niri khand dil ton se ‘feem kali
Haye oye teekhi bahli!

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P!nk – Revenge (feat. Eminem)

[Intro: P!nk]
Mhm, mhm mhm mhm mhm mhm mhm

[Verse 1: P!nk]
Like Leo in "The Revenant," Abel in that Bible bit
Revenge is sweet, isn’t it? Really, really hope for it
I know that it won’t fix a thing, a song like this that I could sing
For you (mhm mhm mhm mhm mhm mhm mhm)
All the feels you make me do, a nightmare fuckin’ comin’ true
I wish I was a lawyer, I would sue you
Sue you, take your dog, take your house, take your shoes
Take your heart, and now here comes that singin’ part

[Pre-Hook: P!nk]
I’m daydreamin’, let me count the ways
How I’ll get you or how I’ll make you pay
(Mhm mhm mhm mhm mhm mhm mhm)
Babe, I’m hurtin’ and now you’ll feel the same
That’s my plan, that’s my plan, that’s my plan
(Mhm mhm mhm mhm mhm mhm mhm)

[Hook: P!nk]
We could do revenge, revenge, revenge
Revenge together, together, together
We could take revenge, revenge, revenge
Revenge is sweet
We could do revenge, revenge, revenge
Revenge together, together, together
We could take revenge, revenge, revenge
Revenge is sweet (now, now)

[Verse 2: P!nk]
Now here’s where girlfriends come in hand, especially those that understand
Crime’s a crime, but listen, man, really cannot give a damn
We’ve all been through this kind of thing, say the word we make it sting
For him (mhm mhm mhm mhm mhm mhm mhm)
He can’t just get away with it, eye for eye, you piece of shit
You treat us like a garbage pit, let me at him, wait for it, wait for it, wait for it
Here’s that singin’ part again
(Mhm mhm mhm mhm mhm mhm mhm)

[Pre-Hook: P!nk]
I’m daydreamin’ (I’m daydreamin’), let me count the ways (let me count the ways)
How I’ll get you (how I’ll get you), or how I’ll make you pay (you pay)
Babe, I’m hurtin’ (I’m hurtin’) and now you’ll feel the same (feel the same)
That’s my plan, that’s my plan, that’s my plan
(Mhm mhm mhm mhm mhm mhm mhm)

[Hook: P!nk]
We could do revenge, revenge, revenge
Revenge together, together, together
We could take revenge, revenge, revenge
Revenge is sweet
We could do revenge, revenge, revenge
Revenge together, together, together
We could take revenge, revenge, revenge
Revenge is sweet (revenge is sweet)

[Verse 3: Eminem]
Well, in the beginning we
Felt like we was meant to be, I fell for you and skinned my knee
But hell, with any injury, eventually you’ll get up gingerly
Feels like it’ll take a century to heal, but just know that I will
(Mhm mhm mhm mhm mhm mhm mhm)
But fuck tryna make amends, I’d rather take revenge
You’re stickin’ safety pins inside my atrium
Your day begins at 8 p.m.
You hit the ATM in my Mercedes Benz
With all your lady friends, whores!
Hit the club and you go out don’t know a sum, ’cause when I calculate
The times you cheated and I total up all the amounts
It doesn’t add up
‘Cause you say that just giving out your number doesn’t count, get it (I hate you)
And then see me with someone new, get mad and flip it, look how bad you spin it
First you turn your back on me, then tell me that I stabbed you in it
Stabbed you in it, stabbed you in it
Stabbed you in it, stabbed you in it (sluuut!)
So when you’re driving, driving to his house
And you pass me while I’m driving to hers
Just remember, you cheated on me first
You’re a whore, you’re a whore, this is war, fellas, ladies

[Hook: Eminem & P!nk]
We could do revenge, revenge, revenge
Revenge together, together, together (oh-ohh)
We could take revenge, revenge, revenge
Revenge is sweet (so sweet, oh-ohh)
We could do revenge revenge, revenge
Revenge together, together, together
We could take revenge, revenge, revenge
Revenge is sweet

[Outro: Eminem & P!nk]
Fuck yeah
Fuck no

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Lil B – Free Life (Black Ken Mixtape)

[Verse 1]
I wonder about my life
27 years old but I feel five
Got 150 dollars in my bank account
And the IRS want triple the amount
What it mean to be happy in this big old dream?
When I wake up, I’m still doin’ the same old thing
Help my mom pay her rent just to get by
And the only time we hang is when we sick or we cry
Yeah, I got a car but I need more gas
Feelin’ like a ATM because I need more cash
Wonder what it feel like to be rich
Will I ever grow up, or remain a kid?
Sometimes I think what I do in a big house
With a yard and a fence and a big old couch
Until then, I’ll be all I can be
And all the best things in life are free, follow me

[Chorus]
Keep goin’, ’cause life don’t stop
Keep goin’, ’cause life don’t stop
Keep goin’, ’cause life don’t stop
Don’t ever give up, just let the beat drop

[Verse 2]
If you don’t have a house, the world’s your home
And when you don’t have a friend, you can play this song
I’m tryin’ to prevent suicide
Take your suit and tie and put it to the side
Let the wind hit your face and breathe the air
Because we not scared and we don’t care
Tryna find love in the strangest place
You lookin’ for a sign, but it’s in your face
The train don’t stop, it’s on the roll
Just pick up your bags and hit the road
Time to have fun and stop complainin’
The weather don’t stop, it just keep on changin’
I dance with the cats and I chill with the dogs
I play with the bears and I skip the frogs
What that mean? We all can hang
And then we go to sleep and we do it again

[Chorus]
Keep goin’, ’cause life don’t stop
Keep goin’, ’cause life don’t stop
Keep goin’, ’cause life don’t stop
Don’t ever give up, just let the beat drop

[Verse 3]
If you don’t know my name, then you know it now
My name’s BasedGod and say it loud
What’s my name? BasedGod
And who’s the king? BasedGod
Think about who you love the most
Dedicate this song and have a toast
Your family outside chillin’ with the babies
Thank you to the women ’cause your stomach saved me
Helped me grow and kept me strong
Thank you to the men because we need you all
Don’t count us out or leave us in
We playin’ to have fun, we not playin’ to win
It’s no competition, we all relax
Just throw your hands up and state these facts
You don’t gotta stay if you want to leave
‘Cause everybody know the best things are free

[Chorus]
Keep goin’, ’cause life don’t stop
Keep goin’, ’cause life don’t stop
Keep goin’, ’cause life don’t stop
Don’t ever give up, just let the beat drop

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Prof – Time Bomb

[Hook: Prof]
That’s how I’m feeling
I’m at the top of my game you know what the deal is
Somebody order up me some more fucking mirrors
So fresh, so clean, how come this is so fucking easy?

[Verse 1: Prof]
Yeeeeaaaaahhhhhh
Feeling good, feeling good at the liquor store
Spend my money on these bottles, bouta take them all
What I’m bouta get into I’ll never know
So many plans, so many plants, I got several

[Bridge: Prof]
ATM, got the cash, ate well, all of that
Feeling good, already knew it, I’m about to get into it
Bad bad boy, bad bad boy, um are you mad mad boy
Bad bad young man though, be ready to have your plans cancelled

Are you rolling with me? It’s so dangerous in this city. Your mom wouldn’t like me, your papa or your uncle either
Each his nieces dime pieces
I’m such a wascally wabbit
Have been treated for diseases
It’s not my bad that I have it, no!

[Chorus]
Ooooohhh
I can’t bring myself to follow the rules
Come with me if you want to get on the news
Hold tight, I’ll light this muthafuckin’ fuse
Chickaboom, chickaboom
X2

[Verse 2: Prof]
Boogie-woogie
Fully buzzed up up in my hoodie
I stay getting pussy
Chocolate and vanilla pudding
I’m young Doogie Howser
Young pookie is king of Powderhorn
I’m getting stupid, can’t possibly be better looking

Oooooh baby
What you do to me must be some good Voodoo baby
When solo ooh you look just like a photo baby
I can’t say no, it’s a problems, this is fatal baby, cuz you a time bomb baby

[Bridge: Prof]
ATM, got the cash, ate well, all of that
Feeling good, already knew it, I’m about to get into it
Bad bad boy, bad bad boy, um are you mad mad boy
Bad bad young man though, be ready to get your plans cancelled

[Hook]
That’s how I’m feeling
I’m at the top of my game you know what the deal is
Somebody order up me some more fucking mirrors
So fresh, so clean, how come this is so fucking easy?

[Chorus]
Ooooohhh
I can’t bring myself to follow the rules
Come with me if you want to get on the news
Hold tight, I’ll light this muthafuckin’ fuse
Chickaboom, chickaboom
X2

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G-EAZY – Nothing Wrong lyrics

If she want sniff, she just looking for a lift
And if we finish of a fifth, I don’t see nothing wrong
If I spend a few bands when I should have let it stack
I can make that shit back so I see nothing wrong
If I smoke a whole ounce and I ain’t even leave the house
I could look at my accounts, and I don’t see nothing wrong
I’m unapologetic, you can tell by what I’m on
If you don’t like me, fuck you, this is nothing but a song

[Verse 1: G-Eazy]
My momma said judge not, yet he be judged
We don’t trip, the bullshit just get skip like a CD does
She light up more than GE does
I’m in the party just appreciating the molly and my fiji buzz
Why stress I’m too blessed to ever come down
I might be the rarest cat that’s ever been found
One off the medicine now, and it’s a wednesday
I’ll fuck something and wake up drunk the next day
They love to talk about it, people saying I’m reckless
The microscope I’m under, they just love to inspect us
But fuck ’em, make them eat their words for dinner and breakfast
That shit come back around, full circle though like a necklace
Fuck outta here, I came for no bullshit in my agenda
If you’re artificial Splenda, well then you are not a friend
I never save, I’m spending cash for as long as I remember
So I went to spend a fortune on this Porsche and not a rental

[Chorus: G-Eazy]
If she want sniff, she just looking for a lift
And if we finish of a fifth, I don’t see nothing wrong
If I spend a few bands when I should have let it stack
I can make that shit back so I see nothing wrong
If I smoke a whole ounce and I ain’t even leave the house
I could look at my accounts, and I don’t see nothing wrong
I’m unapologetic, you can tell by what I’m on
If you don’t like me, fuck you, this is nothing but a song

[Verse 2: G-Eazy]
Strip club in this damn [?] cock blocking at the ATM
We be going dumb until like eight AM
Lana think I’m crazy, and I maybe am
Killing hella brain cells in my cranium
The realest who did it, and got away with it
They pouring drugs on titties and now everybody sniffing
She acting shocked by it, guess we live a little different
I’m out here just mobbing in my Oakland A’s fitted
I never sell my soul, I stay green and gold
Knew I’d be a legend back since I was 10 years old
I knew I would be [cold?], his story would be told
Imma have to fuck Jessica soon before she gets too old (Alba)
I’ll snatch her from her husband, I told you I was [?]
I’m going super saiyan, yes I’m entering that mode
Like Goku, I’m old school, so anti-social
The money is all I say hello to
Like God Damn this shit so soon

[Chorus: G-Eazy]
If she want sniff, then she looking for a lift
And if we finish of a fifth, I don’t see nothing wrong
If I spend a few bands when I should have let it stack
I can make that shit back so I see nothing wrong
If I smoke a whole ounce and I ain’t even leave the house
I could look at my accounts, and I don’t see nothing wrong
I’m unapologetic, you can tell by what I’m on
If you don’t like me than fuck you, this is nothing but a song

Haha, Beautiful and Damned, Damn
Young Gerald, this OG talk right here
I don’t see nothing wrong
They don’t get us Gerald, it’s different!
Different to her, hahaha
All these bitches on the side of the stage
While all y’all singing our songs
Nothing wrong
Spending all this money he making
One shot, we don’t see nothing wrong
Y’all don’t understand, cuz we do it again
Fuck it, we don’t care
We don’t care
All y’all who don’t understand, don’t fuck with us, y’all got something wrong
You know what we call y’all?
Muffins, haha
We don’t see nothing wrong

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Sage The Gemini – Grip (feat. Kent Jones) (Morse Code Album)

[Chorus: Kent Jones & Sage the Gemini]
My baby say she got that grip tight
She got that grip, I got her dripping all night
She got that grip tight
She got that grip, I got her dripping all night
I might get the Balmain on you
It’s so good, might put my name on you
You got that grip (Grip it, baby) tight (She grip it tight)
You got that grip (Grip it, baby)
Got you dripping all night

[Verse 1: Sage the Gemini]
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Goddamn, goddamn, I might see something
Grip good, grip good, I might clean something
Drop my girls an ATM, the rest don’t mean nothing
Snatch they chains, they like
"Give it back ’cause it means something"
Drop top, roll with me, cruise, cruise, cruise
Might cop you a whip for good swimming, that’s that carpool
Keep it quiet, you know other bitches hate
You don’t talk much, but you got that Ricky Lake
I let you drive the whip, but you got your own shit
You so independent, you could flood your own wrists
She love a nigga who don’t want her ’cause she spend
And I don’t trip on who she with

[Chorus: Kent Jones & Sage the Gemini]
My baby say she got that grip tight
She got that grip, I got her dripping all night
She got that grip tight
She got that grip, I got her dripping all night
I might get the Balmain on you
It’s so good, might put my name on you
You got that grip (Grip it, baby) tight (She grip it tight)
You got that grip (Grip it, baby)
Got you dripping all night

[Verse 2: Kent Jones]
I’m on call time, but ain’t got time to call
My baby tried to walk before she tried to call
I think her name was Tyler, I told Tyler, "No"
And she know my head cold, that pussy diet
All I do is put my lips to hers, I call that dialogue
You still ain’t good with all that effort, I don’t try at all
You still be talking ’bout what you gon’ do, I tried ’em all
Stiff at the end of the bed like you gon’ die a log
She grip it, baby, yeah, she grip it tight
I called her my snow bunny and she gave me frostbite
You tripping, baby, won’t pay your flight
My second single, bitch don’t mind, it’s alright

[Chorus: Kent Jones & Sage the Gemini]
My baby say she got that grip tight
She got that grip, I got her dripping all night
My baby say she got that grip tight
She got that grip, I got her dripping all night
I might get the Balmain on you
It’s so good, might put my name on you
You got that grip (Grip it, baby) tight (She grip it tight)
You got that grip (Grip it, baby)
Got you dripping all night

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Money Man – Definition (Secret Society Album)

[Hook]
Don’t need a watch to tell you what the time is
She the definition Of what fine is
I’m the definition of what the grind is
I heard you lost nigga I hope you find it
They see my jewelry and they got blinded
I told some labels I gotta decline em
She bent it over so I jumped behind it
I took a lost and ain’t no use of crying
He play with me than everybody dying
Whip up a contract I ain’t gotta sign it
I’m out in Cali just seen Kobe Bryant
Come be my secret baby keep it quiet
My niggas shooting like they from Iran
We Rocking scarves like we from Pakistan
I wish I never ever bite the hand that feed you
Never ever let a broke nigga lead you

[Verse]
My baby momma telling me the fame getting to your head
Fuck that shit I been trapping all my life I’m thankful I ain’t in the Feds
Bc my brothers we breaking bread
He go against us off with his head
She wanna back it up on a real one
She wanna shake that ass for a real one
That nigga take trash ion feel em
I bag em up and then I vacuum seal em
Bitches be telling me I’m they favorite rapper
Street niggas tell me I’m they favorite trapper
Fucked up a grow cuz i was on the road
Now my trap house conflicted with the shows
Cooled down on swiping niggas made it hot
I done hit every ATM they got
I turned my condo into a dispensary
Clientele steady hitting me
Lil bitches blowing up my line they tryna keep in touch they tryna come visit me
I remember it so vividly on the Greyhound with a 100 peas
I’m just so lucky they ain’t bring the dogs out
Hid a 100 gs in the dog house
My neighbors suspicious they know imma plug
It’s time to move cuz they talking to much
I’m tryna keep this shit very discrete
Can’t have my buiness all over the streets
Play with me I’ll leave you dead in the streets

[Hook]
Don’t need a watch to tell you what the time is
She the defenition Of what fine is
I’m the defenition of what the grind is
I heard you lost nigga I hope you find it
They see my jewelry and they got blinded
I told some labels I gotta decline em
She bent it over so I jumped behind it
I took a lost and ain’t no use of crying
He play with me than everybody dying
Whip up a contract I ain’t gotta sign it
I’m out in Cali just seen Kobe Bryant
Come be my secret baby keep it quiet
My niggas shooting like they from Iran
We Rocking scarves like we from Pakistan
I wish I never ever bite the hand that feed you
Never ever let a broke nigga lead you

[Outro]
I’m the type to smoke a blunt on the people
I done seen the money turn niggas evil
I done seen the money change people

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Lil Baby – Dates (Harder Than Hard Gangster Grillz Mixtape)

[Chorus]
I don’t go on dates, I can’t wait, I fuck first day, yeah
I don’t go on dates, I can’t wait, I fuck first day, yeah
I don’t go on dates, I can’t wait, I fuck first day, yeah
I don’t go on dates, I don’t wait, I fuck first day, yeah
Flooded Pateek, flooded Patek, whatever you call it
My niggas ballin’, my niggas ballin’, my niggas ballin’
We gon’ go to war with everybody, all my niggas shootin’ headshots
We gon’ go to war with everybody, all my niggas shootin’ headshots

[Verse 1]
Young niggas really paved the way
Pussy nigga tryna ride the wave
Young nigga want a bankroll
Try me, I’ma break a nigga, woah
C Note with me, got a four-five
Nigga ain’t lettin’ shit slide
Tiger told me fuck it, let ’em ride
Told me fuck it, go and spend a block
I keep them blue hundreds like an ATM
You can’t pull up in lil Cali, it ain’t safe out here
Keep some shooters with me, they keep K’s on them
Ballin’ like I’m Jordan, tryna break the rim
Quarter million dollars on me
Ballin’ on these niggas, Curry
Still screamin’ fuck the police
Nigga ain’t gettin’ shit from me
DC in the cut with a MAC-10
Quan in the back with a Draco
All my niggas slidin’ when I say so
All my niggas slidin’ when I say so

[Chorus]
I don’t go on dates, I can’t wait, I fuck first day, yeah
I don’t go on dates, I can’t wait, I fuck first day, yeah
I don’t go on dates, I can’t wait, I fuck first day, yeah
I don’t go on dates, I don’t wait, I fuck first day, yeah
Flooded Pateek, flooded Patek, whatever you call it
My niggas ballin’, my niggas ballin’, my niggas ballin’
We gon’ go to war with everybody, all my niggas shootin’ headshots
We gon’ go to war with everybody, all my niggas shootin’ headshots

[Verse 2]
Look out for my people
Sellin’ all this reefer
Servin’ like it’s legal
Pull up in the Regal
Went to school to fuck the teachers
Shooting shots from the bleachers
These niggas didn’t believe me
I had to show ’em, made ’em see me
Pull up full pockets for a thigh pad
I got all these niggas big mad
Bitches tryna get some get back
Lil bitty bitch get back
Nigga’s bitches riding pom poms
My lil niggas goin’ straight dumb
I ain’t Lil Weezy but a hot boy
I can’t wait to smash on a call call
These niggas sweet like poptarts
Drive the Hellcat like a hotbox
Party real hard, I’m a rockstar
Rudy in the cut, he a top shotter
If I send the word you a done dada
These niggas broke, got no dollars
I’ma run the money up, no problem
I don’t give a fuck about nobody

[Chorus]
I don’t go on dates, I can’t wait, I fuck first day, yeah
I don’t go on dates, I can’t wait, I fuck first day, yeah
I don’t go on dates, I can’t wait, I fuck first day, yeah
I don’t go on dates, I don’t wait, I fuck first day, yeah
Flooded Pateek, flooded Patek, whatever you call it
My niggas ballin’, my niggas ballin’, my niggas ballin’
We gon’ go to war with everybody, all my niggas shootin’ headshots
We gon’ go to war with everybody, all my niggas shootin’ headshots

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Sage the Gemini – Grip Lyrics

[Chorus: Kent Jones & Sage the Gemini]
My baby say she got that grip tight
She got that grip, I got her dripping all night
She got that grip tight
She got that grip, I got her dripping all night
I might get the Balmain on you
It’s so good, might put my name on you
You got that grip (Grip it, baby) tight (She grip it tight)
You got that grip (Grip it, baby)
Got you dripping all night

[Verse 1: Sage the Gemini]
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Goddamn, goddamn, I might see something
Grip good, grip good, I might clean something
Drop my girls an ATM, the rest don’t mean nothing
Snatch they chains, they like
“Give it back ’cause it means something”
Drop top, roll with me, cruise, cruise, cruise
Might cop you a whip for good swimming, that’s that carpool
Keep it quiet, you know other bitches hate
You don’t talk much, but you got that Ricky Lake
I let you drive the whip, but you got your own shit
You so independent, you could flood your own wrists
She love a nigga who don’t want her ’cause she spend
And I don’t trip on who she with

[Chorus: Kent Jones & Sage the Gemini]
My baby say she got that grip tight
She got that grip, I got her dripping all night
She got that grip tight
She got that grip, I got her dripping all night
I might get the Balmain on you
It’s so good, might put my name on you
You got that grip (Grip it, baby) tight (She grip it tight)
You got that grip (Grip it, baby)
Got you dripping all night

[Verse 2: Kent Jones]
I’m on call time, but ain’t got time to call
My baby tried to walk before she tried to call
I think her name was Tyler, I told Tyler, “No”
And she know my head cold, that pussy diet
All I do is put my lips to hers, I call that dialogue
You still ain’t good with all that effort, I don’t try at all
You still be talking ’bout what you gon’ do, I tried ’em all
Stiff at the end of the bed like you gon’ die a log
She grip it, baby, yeah, she grip it tight
I called her my snow bunny and she gave me frostbite
You tripping, baby, won’t pay your flight
My second single, bitch don’t mind, it’s alright

[Chorus: Kent Jones & Sage the Gemini]
My baby say she got that grip tight
She got that grip, I got her dripping all night
My baby say she got that grip tight
She got that grip, I got her dripping all night
I might get the Balmain on you
It’s so good, might put my name on you
You got that grip (Grip it, baby) tight (She grip it tight)
You got that grip (Grip it, baby)
Got you dripping all night

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Royce Da 5’9″ – Most Wanted (The Bar Exam 4 Album)

[Intro]
Like, what are you supposed to do? Like you put your hands up, you tell ’em that you don’t have a gun. The thing that America is telling our children, and this is the sad part, that black folks if you don’t make me comfortable we will kill you
America’s most wanted, don’t try to apprehend him
America’s most wanted (Ice Cube is back on the set)
Don’t try to apprehend him

[Verse 1]
Yes, the rhythm, the rebel
I’m broadcasting live on behalf of the glisten
That appears in y’all bezel, I’ve risen to level
So large, on my level with B.I.G
I really mean it when I tell you "get on my level", you dig?
Get it however you live
This is for censorship, pick a flow, switch the shit
Alien, rapping at a packed-out stadium
I’m prolly ’bout to sin like I got a late DM
If anybody or they friend try to flow against me
Put some dollars on your pen like an ATM
Every window tinted, every minute look like 8 PM
I’m so hip hop, I shit deluxe boombox
I nut tunes, I spit corrupt moon
Rockshell, toe-top tens, watch the bus zoom by
Listen, if I ain’t on your Mt. Rushmore of top spitters
Nigga, I am not with it, Ryan Rock different
I ain’t ’bout riches, I ain’t Scott Disick
I’m largely blessed, I’m always dressed
I’m not fresh though, I’m Godly, don’t call me less
Listen, chump, I spit it to pyramid, switch the front
The spirit of Egyptian ankhs, call me Neph
Nigga, my every alcoholic breath
Is heavy like imagine tryna carry all this stress
Your floss just preparing y’all for death
So God won’t bury y’all bearing y’all regrets
Carry on, I tote Goyard
My humble approach will boast for y’all
My hoe got more junk in the trunk than most tow yards
And if I don’t know y’all
I’ma turn yo’ voyage to bon voyage to bone lawyers
This one’s for y’all niggas thinking you really big
Tie you up and give you the busy sig
My future wasn’t always just so Truman
To produce checks, I have my little metro booming
Never lose bets when it’s time to shoot death
I am G Money and Nino, I got the goose neck, now who’s next?
Lavar Ball doing battle for my boys
Playing hardball with them crackers like I’m Floyd
You would never know that I’m annoyed, that’s ’cause I’m a poet
Grab a nigga neck and snap it just to add it to my story

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24hrs – 24Hr Strip Club (feat. Juicy J)

[Intro: 24hrs]
I’ve been dreaming ’bout the strip club
24hr strip club
When the kitchen don’t close
And they always got ones

[Pre-Hook: 24hrs]
I’ma need the baddest
Like a cover on a magazine
Ooo-ooh
And they gon’ go

[Hook: 24hrs]
All the hoes is bad
All the hoes is bad
All the hoes is bad
All the hoes is bad
All the hoes is bad
All the hoes is bad
All the hoes is bad
All the hoes is bad

[Verse 1: 24hrs]
Welcome to the strip club
Home of the wings and ass
We gotta ATM, we gotta ATM, we gotta ATM
If we ain’t got no money
Yeah you don’t get no dentist
You ain’t got no money
Yeah you don’t get no dentist
You ain’t got no money
Yeah you don’t get no dentist
You ain’t got no money
Yeah you don’t get no dentist

Strip club party, stretch my shawty
Ooo, she got a round thing, touch your toes for daddy
Super energetic; I can see you athletic
Super freaky for 20

[Pre-Hook: 24hrs]
I’ma need the baddest
Like a cover on a magazine
Ooo-ooh
And they gon’ go

[Hook: 24hrs]
All the hoes is bad
All the hoes is bad
All the hoes is bad
All the hoes is bad
All the hoes is bad
All the hoes is bad
All the hoes is bad
All the hoes is bad

[Verse 2: Juicy J]
Spent the night in the shade
That’s my favorite place
Flood so many ones
The bank teller need a break
My backyard got a lake
My front yard like a dealership
Real nigga, I’m filthy rich
You can never have too many whips
Strip club, eat spinach dip
Whisper pimp shit in her ear
Told her, she can come slide down
My pole once she finish her
Krispy right ’round the corner
We can make a list if you wanna
You been workin’ so hard
Bring me that pussy, you can get a bonus

I pop a pill, I’m at it all night
Higher than a red eye flight
And I don’t take care of no kids
If you got good head, I might
I might take your whole crew to the mall
Tell them lil niggas to buy what they want
And put they lil bad ass in the bed early
And come in this room, Imma break that ass off
(Yeah, hoe!)

[Hook: 24hrs]
All the hoes is bad
All the hoes is bad
All the hoes is bad
All the hoes is bad
All the hoes is bad
All the hoes is bad
All the hoes is bad
All the hoes is bad

[Bridge: 24hrs]

[Pre-Hook: 24hrs]
I’ma need the baddest
Like a cover on a magazine
Ooo-ooh
And they gon’ go

[Hook: 24hrs]
All the hoes is bad
All the hoes is bad
All the hoes is bad
All the hoes is bad
All the hoes is bad
All the hoes is bad
All the hoes is bad
All the hoes is bad

[Outro: 24hrs]
I been dreamin’ bout the strip club
24hr strip club

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Lil Durk – Mood Im In (feat. Yfn Lucci) (Love Songs For The Streets Album)

[Intro: Lil Durk]
Yeah, the type of mood I’m in, I’m on some fly shit
You know what I’m sayin’?
I feel like pourin’ up a pint, I’ma pour it up you know?
Durk and YFN Lucci yea yea

[Hook: Lil Durk & YFN Lucci]
I might pour a pint, that’s the mood I’m in
I might fuck yo’ bitch, that’s the mood I’m in
Might post up in the trap, that’s the mood I’m in
OD off the percs, that’s the mood I’m in
I just put some water on my wrist so you can swim
I just might go Cartier for the rest of the year
Walk around like a ATM, 10 cash in my ear, 20 grand for the Pair
Yea yea

[Verse 1: Lil Durk]
Perky in my system I’mma vomit
Trap goin’ crazy and they know I’m the hottest
Real gun not a emoji never shoot at comments
Six of Hi tech in my cup never wash it (yeah)
Tell them niggas (pay up)
They be for the first day of school I used to stay up
Dub bank allowed I was tryna get my J’s up
Shot my nigga Boonie he ain’t want give his J’s up
I’ve been feeling moody lately, come give me that coochie baby
Me and bro ‘nem too related, never been a groupie hater
Think I’m Fetty Wap in Chiraq, it’s a zoovie baby
The way I beat that pussy Kevin Gates, they gon’ sue me baby
(Let’s get it!)

[Hook: Lil Durk & YFN Lucci]
I might pour a pint, that’s the mood I’m in
I might fuck yo’ bitch, that’s the mood I’m in
Might post up in the trap, that’s the mood I’m in
OD off the percs, that’s the mood I’m in
I just put some water on my wrist so you can swim
I just might go Cartier for the rest of the year
Walk around like a ATM, 10 cash in my ear, 20 grand for the Pair
Yea yea

[Verse 2: YFN Lucci]
Walk around with yo’ car on my neck
Nigga playin’ we gon’ get his ass wacked
No Instagram but a nigga gotta check
Go get the money we was raised like that
Free my nigga Ape they gave him 10 years man
And Step comin’ home but he can’t get them years back yea
Just got a .30 totin’ standing all day
I got another .30 for ya when I get back
Oh Lord knows that I’m traumatized, the look in my eyes
Lord knows we gon’ terrorize every one of you guys
Oh Lord knows we don’t never, we don’t never put you on the news get you televised now you worldwide

[Hook: Lil Durk & YFN Lucci]
I might pour a pint, that’s the mood I’m in
I might fuck yo’ bitch, that’s the mood I’m in
Might post up in the trap, that’s the mood I’m in
OD off the percs, that’s the mood I’m in
I just put some water on my wrist so you can swim
I just might go Cartier for the rest of the year
Walk around like a ATM, 10 cash in my ear, 20 grand for the Pair
Yea yea

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Yayaya – Future feat. Koly P & Zoey Dollaz lyrics

Lyrics Future – Yayaya

f*ckin’ b*tches on the carpet
It remind me when I was starvin'(yayaya)

Heard the money counter go beep
They trynna catch me while I’m sleep (Can’t get no sleep)
I sold dope and made a sacrifice
Keep on hating cause I know you’re tired
Baddest b*tch gon’ worship me like God
Treat my dawgs like kings, we some god’s
Fresh out the motherf*ckin’ stove serving that ya ya ya
You lookin’ for some dope? We got it, ya ya ya.

Let the money counter go beep (Go Beep)
Let the ATM go brrr (Brrr)
Like them niggas hating on me (On Me)
Well f*ck it, that bag waiting on me (Thats facts)
I just came back from Dubai (Dubai)
You f*ck niggas that never left the city (Never left)
I’m bout to flex on these niggas (Flex)
I’m ’bout to stunt with no pity (Hahaha)
Know a nigga keep the Draco (Draco)
I heard them niggas out here tryna kill me (What)
30 rounds in that motherf*cker
Make sure the f*ck niggas gon’ feel it (Feel me)
Heard those niggas don’t like me (Like me)
I prolly f*cked a nigga wifey (I did)
A young nigga still juggin out (Juggin)
A young nigga still swiping (Swipping)
VVS and the diamond chains (Bling)
You can see me when the light dim (Light dim)
We ain’t doing no more Cubans (Cuban)
Tennis chains with the diamonds (Diamonds)
Eliantte that’s my jeweler (Yante)
.40 cal that’s my Ruger (I be on it)
f*ck nigga I do ya (Bow)
How you p*ssy niggas on the news, bruh?

Heard the money counter go beep
They trynna catch me while I’m sleep
I sold dope and made a sacrifice
Keep on hating cause I know you’re tired
Baddest b*tch gon’ worship me like God
Treat my dawgs like kings, we some god’s
Fresh out the motherf*ckin’ stove serving that ya ya ya
You lookin’ for some dope? We got it, yayaya.

I know niggas who got rich just of selling D
And when my co-defendant snitch, I had to take the plea
These niggas all on black and white, I think they referees
Lil Koly deep off in this water, I think I’m Captain D’s
If you my dog, then you my dog and b*tch we scratchin’ fleas
I got money burning candles selling versuri-lyrics.info
And for the love of that money, nigga f*ck with greed
I got a plug in Columbia who talking Coca leaves.

Heard the money counter go beep
They trynna catch me while I’m sleep
I sold dope and made a sacrifice
Keep on hating cause I know you’re tired
Baddest b*tch gon’ worship me like God
Treat my dawgs like kings, we some god’s
Fresh out the motherf*ckin’ stove serving that ya ya ya
You lookin’ for some dope? We got it, ya ya ya.

Heard you got ten foreigns, nigga, ya ya ya
These young niggas squeezin’, they ain’t sparrin’, ya ya ya
I pray we rich forever Zoey, ya ya ya
We gon’ f*ck this b*tch together Zoey, ya ya ya
Money inside the wall now, ya ya ya
They pulling up with cars now, ya ya ya
.. and heard me, ya ya ya (free my bro)
I take Actavis and Perkys ya, ya, ya
Soon as I got my bag right, copped a Rari
These Balenciagas, nigga you shopped at Zara
Sky dweller shinin’ on me, ya ya ya
Got your main girl sliding on me, yayaya.

Heard the money counter go beep
They trynna catch me while I’m sleep
I sold dope and made a sacrifice
Keep on hating cause I know you’re tired
Baddest b*tch gon’ worship me like God
Treat my dawgs like kings, we some god’s
Fresh out the motherf*ckin’ stove serving that ya ya ya
You lookin’ for some dope? We got it, yayayaaa.
Future lyrics
Video Future

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Roc Marciano – Here I Am (Rosebudd’s Revenge Album)

[Intro]
Chef up for this nigga
Why don’t you throw me some baking soda
Some haze too
Yeah nigga
Hm

[Verse 1]
Uh, we chef’ing up
Who you think you impress when you dressing up? (Uh)
Stick your chest out you get your breast cut
Get off my left nut
I pull a 7 up
Ya’ll ain’t said much
My young niggas head hunt
Have your shit looking like egg foo young (mmmm)
Ya’ll finished or ya’ll done?
??I might done you with the small bun??
My man brung the drum
Let’s give the drummer some
Rum-pum pum pum
I let a hot one run in your cummerbund
Blood was all on his tux buttoned up
His buddies thought he might eat a few, he was muscular
But he didn’t, finish
I had the mask on
I had to just lift it to let him know who did this (I did this)
I ate your food, it was delicious
My Haitian bitch, she doing voodoo with the chickens
Pinky ring and Cartier ingot king shit
Full length mink shit, [?] (yeah)
Fly shooters in from Kingston with the things gripped
Itchy trigger finger tips, two Gucci wingtips
All my jewlery clean bitch
You see this shit?

[Interlude]
You see me?
Check me out
Check me out bitch
Nigga I’m back
Marc Baby
Charge for interviews too
Yeah, five bands
Just to sit down
And bust it up
Fuck out of here

[Verse 2]
Uh, hate it or love it I’m just laying in comfort
I made the punches in the rubber Timb Duck Ends
I did my numbers while you was in the tub with rubber ducklings (uhhh)
I was on some rubber glove shit
Pumping fish, pockets lumpy like pufferfish
The pump was in the truck, my leather looking like pumpkin skin
We hustled in the Comfort Inn, I still got one foot in
This is my life, look how wonderful it is
Bulletproof the Benz, this Rosebudd’s Revenge
This where your road ends, I put that on my gold Rolex
Who knows what’s next
I’m here with moguls sniffing coke on the desk
I never copped my blow compressed, it stretched, it stretched
Silk windbreakers and BM’s racing
Maybe they ???? like Jason Statham
Paper chasing, Ducati shades for aviation, out the atrium
They say he a pimp, get money out a bitch off a corner like a ATM (hahaha)
Get money out a bitch out the corner like a ATM (hahaha)

[Outro]
Yeah boy, can’t make no shit up
Don’t ever get it fucked up boyee
Pimpstead boyee
Shit is jewlery nigga
Could wear this nigga
Could wear my rhymes boyee

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Lil Durk – Mood I’m In Lyrics

[Intro: Lil Durk]
Yeah, the type of mood I’m in, I’m on some fly shit
You know what I’m sayin’?
I feel like pourin’ up a pint, I’ma pour it up you know?
Durk and YFN Lucci yea yea

[Hook: Lil Durk & YFN Lucci]
I might pour a pint, that’s the mood I’m in
I might fuck yo’ bitch, that’s the mood I’m in
Might post up in the trap, that’s the mood I’m in
OD with the percs, that’s the mood I’m in
I just put some water on my wrist so you can swim
I might just go Cartier for the rest of the year
Walk around like a ATM, 10 cash in my ear, 20 gram for the belt
Yea yea

[Verse 1: Lil Durk]
Perky in my system I’mma vomit
Trap goin’ crazy and they know I’m the hottest
Real gun not a emoji never shoot at comments
Sixty high tec in my cup never wash it (yeah)
Tell them niggas (pay up)
They be for the first day of school I used to stay up
Dub bank allowed I was tryna get my J’s up
Shot my nigga Boonie he ain’t want give his J’s up
I’ve been feeling moody lately, come give me that coochie baby
(?) too related, never been a groupie hater
Think I’m Fetty Wap in Chiraq, it’s a zoovie baby
The way I beat that pussy Kevin Gates, they gon’ sue me baby
(Let’s get it!)

[Hook: Lil Durk & YFN Lucci]
I might pour a pint, that’s the mood I’m in
I might fuck yo’ bitch, that’s the mood I’m in
Might post up in the trap, that’s the mood I’m in
OD with the percs, that’s the mood I’m in
I just put some water on my wrist so you can swim
I might just go Cartier for the rest of the year
Walk around like a ATM, 10 cash in my ear, 20 gram for the belt
Yea yea

[Verse 2: YFN Lucci]
Walk around with yo’ car on my neck
Nigga playin’ we gon’ get his ass wacked
No Instagram but a nigga gotta check
Go get the money we was raised like that
Free my nigga Ape they gave him 10 years man
And Step comin’ home but he can’t get them years back yea
Just got a .30 totin’ standing all day
I got another .30 for ya when I get back
Oh Lord knows that I’m traumatized, the look in my eyes
Lord knows we gon’ terrorize every one of you guys
Oh Lord knows we don’t never, we don’t never put you on the news get you televised now you worldwide

[Hook: Lil Durk & YFN Lucci]
I might pour a pint, that’s the mood I’m in
I might fuck yo’ bitch, that’s the mood I’m in
Might post up in the trap, that’s the mood I’m in
OD with the percs, that’s the mood I’m in
I just put some water on my wrist so you can swim
I might just go Cartier for the rest of the year
Walk around like a ATM, 10 cash in my ear, 20 gram for the belt
Yea yea

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Lil Durk – Mood I’m In (feat. YFN Lucci)

[Intro: Lil Durk]
Yeah, the type of mood I’m in, I’m on some fly shit
You know what I’m sayin’?
I feel like pourin’ up a pint, I’ma pour it up you know?
Durk and YFN Lucci yea yea

[Hook: Lil Durk & YFN Lucci]
I might pour a pint, that’s the mood I’m in
I might fuck yo’ bitch, that’s the mood I’m in
Might post up in the trap, that’s the mood I’m in
OD with the percs, that’s the mood I’m in
I just put some water on my wrist so you can swim
I might just go Cartier for the rest of the year
Walk around like a ATM, 10 cash in my ear, 20 gram for the belt
Yea yea

[Verse 1: Lil Durk]
Perky in my system I’mma vomit
Trap goin’ crazy and they know I’m the hottest
Real gun not a emoji never shoot at comments
Sixty high tec in my cup never wash it (yeah)
Tell them niggas (pay up)
They be for the first day of school I used to stay up
Dub bank allowed I was tryna get my J’s up
Shot my nigga Boonie he ain’t want give his J’s up
I’ve been feeling moody lately, come give me that coochie baby
(?) too related, never been a groupie hater
Think I’m Fetty Wap in Chiraq, it’s a zoovie baby
The way I beat that pussy Kevin Gates, they gon’ sue me baby
(Let’s get it!)

[Hook: Lil Durk & YFN Lucci]
I might pour a pint, that’s the mood I’m in
I might fuck yo’ bitch, that’s the mood I’m in
Might post up in the trap, that’s the mood I’m in
OD with the percs, that’s the mood I’m in
I just put some water on my wrist so you can swim
I might just go Cartier for the rest of the year
Walk around like a ATM, 10 cash in my ear, 20 gram for the belt
Yea yea

[Verse 2: YFN Lucci]
Walk around with yo’ car on my neck
Nigga playin’ we gon’ get his ass wacked
No Instagram but a nigga gotta check
Go get the money we was raised like that
Free my nigga Ape they gave him 10 years man
And Step comin’ home but he can’t get them years back yea
Just got a .30 totin’ standing all day
I got another .30 for ya when I get back
Oh Lord knows that I’m traumatized, the look in my eyes
Lord knows we gon’ terrorize every one of you guys
Oh Lord knows we don’t never, we don’t never put you on the news get you televised now you worldwide

[Hook: Lil Durk & YFN Lucci]
I might pour a pint, that’s the mood I’m in
I might fuck yo’ bitch, that’s the mood I’m in
Might post up in the trap, that’s the mood I’m in
OD with the percs, that’s the mood I’m in
I just put some water on my wrist so you can swim
I might just go Cartier for the rest of the year
Walk around like a ATM, 10 cash in my ear, 20 gram for the belt
Yea yea

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LUPE FIASCO – Kill lyrics

Ty Dolla loops

Saturday night for niggas
Astronauts and alcohol
We’re like satellites for strippers
I’m talkin’ 187, make that mothafucka pop
Runnin’ ’round and ’round we go
Saturday night for niggas
Astronauts and alcohol
We’re like satellites for strippers
Runnin’ ’round and ’round she go
We got dollar bills to kill
We comin’ to the stage next, you know who this is
We got dollar bills to kill
Get your money out niggas
Money to burn in the atmosphere
I’ma turn it up, you burn it up
Turn it up, you burn it up
I turn it up, you burn ’em up
Murderer, murderer
I want you to stay
I’m talkin’ 187, make that mothafucka pop
I want you to stay, I’m a dollar bill killa
187, make that mothafucka pop
I need you to stay

5, 10, 20s, I’ma throw it
Work your way up to them big face hunnits
These other hoes been workin’ all week
You gettin’ more than that just off me, yeah, yeah, yeah
We both work hard for this money
I see you goin’ hard for me
It ain’t no thing, you can take it off
If I keep on drinkin’, I’ma lose it all

Saturday night for niggas
Astronauts and alcohol
We’re like satellites for strippers
I’m talkin’ 187, make that mothafucka pop
Runnin’ ’round and ’round we go
Saturday night for niggas
Astronauts and alcohol
We’re like satellites for strippers
Runnin’ ’round and ’round she go
We got dollar bills to kill
We comin’ to the stage next, you know who this is
We got dollar bills to kill
Get your money out niggas
Money to burn in the atmoshphere
I’ma turn it up, you burn it up
Turn it up, you burn it up
I turn it up, you burn ’em up
Murderer, murderer
I want you to stay
I’m talkin’ 187, make that mothafucka pop
I want you to stay, I’m a dollar bill killa
187, make that mothafucka pop
I need you to stay

My nigga, if these poles could talk
If the stage grew another pole, got up and walked
Gotta kill these dollars, it can’t be an assault
Need your real love, mama, you can’t be in my thoughts
Oh, no
I knew a ten down in Houston
So I wonder if you can do it slow-mo
Then speed it up, heat it up, drop it down, beat it up
Take it off, make it talk, shake it all, make it fall
ATM, ATM, mama love to take it all

Saturday night for niggas
Astronauts and alcohol
We’re like satellites for strippers
I’m talkin’ 187, make that mothafucka pop
Runnin’ ’round and ’round we go
Saturday night for niggas
Astronauts and alcohol
We’re like satellites for strippers
Runnin’ ’round and ’round she go
We got dollar bills to kill
We comin’ to the stage next, you know who this is
We got dollar bills to kill
Get your money out niggas
Money to burn in the atmoshphere
I’ma turn it up, you burn it up
Turn it up, you burn it up
I turn it up, you burn ’em up
Murderer, murderer
I want you to stay
I’m talkin’ 187, make that mothafucka pop
I want you to stay, I’m a dollar bill killa
187, make that mothafucka pop
I need you to stay

Just another Saturday night
Show time, I deserve these lights
‘Cause I work hard for what I get
Just so I can give my ten percent
You better pay up, pay up or get out
I’m not into how you get down
Hope you love me in the moment
But I know where I’m goin’
And I’m just tryna get through this…

…Saturday night for niggas
Astronauts and alcohol
You’re like satellites for strippers
I’m talkin’ 187, make that mothafucka pop
Runnin’ ’round and ’round you go
Saturday night for niggas
Astronauts and alcohol
You’re like satellites for strippers
Runnin’ ’round and ’round I go
I need dollar bills to kill
We comin’ to the stage next, you know who this is
You better have dollar bills to kill
Get your money out niggas
Money to burn in my atmoshphere
So I’ma turn it up, burn it up
Turn it up, burn it up
Turn it up, burn ’em up
I’m a murderer, murderer
You want me to stay
I’m talkin’ 187, make that mothafucka pop
You want me to stay
187, make that mothafucka pop
I want you to stay

Man girl I made a killin’ off these drunk ass niggas tonight
Ayy bruh that shit was goin’ up, man
But damn they had my pole clean today, I’m sick of this shit
This bitch spilled her mothafuckin’ drink on my goddamn shoes
You dirtier than a mothafucka, dawg
Next time they better have my shit clean
‘Cause I can’t go up in this strip club
Ayy it’s cool though
You already know
I’ll get some new ones tomorrow, fuck it
You know the other spot poppin’?
Yeah
No more doin’ that shit and tryna go to church in the morning
Let’s go to the other spot

Now it’s Sunday mornin’ for sinners
Preacher’s daughter, holy water
Be reborn, beginner
‘Round and ’round we know
It’s like dollar bills to save
Make it rain on that collection plate
Need a dollar bill to save
Make it rain on that collection plate
And your dollar bills can save
Make it rain on that collection plate
You made it clap, now take it back
Pray
You made it clap, now take it back
Pray
You made it clap, now take it back
Pray
You made it clap, now take it back
Watch it all wash away
Watch it all wash away
Watch it all wash away

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Lupe Fiasco – Kill lyrics

Ty Dolla loops

Saturday night for niggas
Astronauts and alcohol
We’re like satellites for strippers
I’m talkin’ 187, make that mothafucka pop
Runnin’ ’round and ’round we go
Saturday night for niggas
Astronauts and alcohol
We’re like satellites for strippers
Runnin’ ’round and ’round she go
We got dollar bills to kill
We comin’ to the stage next, you know who this is
We got dollar bills to kill
Get your money out niggas
Money to burn in the atmosphere
I’ma turn it up, you burn it up
Turn it up, you burn it up
I turn it up, you burn ’em up
Murderer, murderer
I want you to stay
I’m talkin’ 187, make that mothafucka pop
I want you to stay, I’m a dollar bill killa
187, make that mothafucka pop
I need you to stay

5, 10, 20s, I’ma throw it
Work your way up to them big face hunnits
These other hoes been workin’ all week
You gettin’ more than that just off me, yeah, yeah, yeah
We both work hard for this money
I see you goin’ hard for me
It ain’t no thing, you can take it off
If I keep on drinkin’, I’ma lose it all

Saturday night for niggas
Astronauts and alcohol
We’re like satellites for strippers
I’m talkin’ 187, make that mothafucka pop
Runnin’ ’round and ’round we go
Saturday night for niggas
Astronauts and alcohol
We’re like satellites for strippers
Runnin’ ’round and ’round she go
We got dollar bills to kill
We comin’ to the stage next, you know who this is
We got dollar bills to kill
Get your money out niggas
Money to burn in the atmoshphere
I’ma turn it up, you burn it up
Turn it up, you burn it up
I turn it up, you burn ’em up
Murderer, murderer
I want you to stay
I’m talkin’ 187, make that mothafucka pop
I want you to stay, I’m a dollar bill killa
187, make that mothafucka pop
I need you to stay

My nigga, if these poles could talk
If the stage grew another pole, got up and walked
Gotta kill these dollars, it can’t be an assault
Need your real love, mama, you can’t be in my thoughts
Oh, no
I knew a ten down in Houston
So I wonder if you can do it slow-mo
Then speed it up, heat it up, drop it down, beat it up
Take it off, make it talk, shake it all, make it fall
ATM, ATM, mama love to take it all

Saturday night for niggas
Astronauts and alcohol
We’re like satellites for strippers
I’m talkin’ 187, make that mothafucka pop
Runnin’ ’round and ’round we go
Saturday night for niggas
Astronauts and alcohol
We’re like satellites for strippers
Runnin’ ’round and ’round she go
We got dollar bills to kill
We comin’ to the stage next, you know who this is
We got dollar bills to kill
Get your money out niggas
Money to burn in the atmoshphere
I’ma turn it up, you burn it up
Turn it up, you burn it up
I turn it up, you burn ’em up
Murderer, murderer
I want you to stay
I’m talkin’ 187, make that mothafucka pop
I want you to stay, I’m a dollar bill killa
187, make that mothafucka pop
I need you to stay

Just another Saturday night
Show time, I deserve these lights
‘Cause I work hard for what I get
Just so I can give my ten percent
You better pay up, pay up or get out
I’m not into how you get down
Hope you love me in the moment
But I know where I’m goin’
And I’m just tryna get through this…

…Saturday night for niggas
Astronauts and alcohol
You’re like satellites for strippers
I’m talkin’ 187, make that mothafucka pop
Runnin’ ’round and ’round you go
Saturday night for niggas
Astronauts and alcohol
You’re like satellites for strippers
Runnin’ ’round and ’round I go
I need dollar bills to kill
We comin’ to the stage next, you know who this is
You better have dollar bills to kill
Get your money out niggas
Money to burn in my atmoshphere
So I’ma turn it up, burn it up
Turn it up, burn it up
Turn it up, burn ’em up
I’m a murderer, murderer
You want me to stay
I’m talkin’ 187, make that mothafucka pop
You want me to stay
187, make that mothafucka pop
I want you to stay

Man girl I made a killin’ off these drunk ass niggas tonight
Ayy bruh that shit was goin’ up, man
But damn they had my pole clean today, I’m sick of this shit
This bitch spilled her mothafuckin’ drink on my goddamn shoes
You dirtier than a mothafucka, dawg
Next time they better have my shit clean
‘Cause I can’t go up in this strip club
Ayy it’s cool though
You already know
I’ll get some new ones tomorrow, fuck it
You know the other spot poppin’?
Yeah
No more doin’ that shit and tryna go to church in the morning
Let’s go to the other spot

Now it’s Sunday mornin’ for sinners
Preacher’s daughter, holy water
Be reborn, beginner
‘Round and ’round we know
It’s like dollar bills to save
Make it rain on that collection plate
Need a dollar bill to save
Make it rain on that collection plate
And your dollar bills can save
Make it rain on that collection plate
You made it clap, now take it back
Pray
You made it clap, now take it back
Pray
You made it clap, now take it back
Pray
You made it clap, now take it back
Watch it all wash away
Watch it all wash away
Watch it all wash away

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EMI – Science letras

[Verse 1]
I keep making runs up in the North End
She want my number, won’t let me sell to her boyfriend
Met a couple strippers down in Portland
These bitches all addicted to endorphins
I stay round the club ’cause I know they all some sugar babies
Daddy issues, they just hit me when they workin’ late
I just wanna move the price inflated in a different state
I just bought a few, I’ll need a re-up in a couple days

[Hook]
I got it down to a science
If you ain’t about it, do not try it
I’m in the lab, Bill Nye
I got it down to a science
I got it down to a science
I be stayin’ up, I’m workin’ nights
I turn a rock into a diamond
I got it down to a science

[Verse 2]
I don’t miss a beat when I’m in LA
Got my homies juggin’, can’t afford to miss a Friday
All my bitches loyal, they be listenin’ what I say
All my haters crooked, they be lookin’ at me sideways
Papers in my armrest, I ain’t openin’ that glove compartment
I got too much cash on me, I’ll start takin’ credit cards
BECU trappin’, I be jammin’ up the ATM
Police pull me over but I ain’t got shit to say to them

[Hook]
I got it down to a science
If you ain’t about it, do not try it
I’m in the lab, Bill Nye
I got it down to a science
I got it down to a science
I be stayin’ up, I’m workin’ nights
I turn a rock into a diamond
I got it down to a science

[Bridge]
Do not pop the trunk until I’m next to it
And if I sell it, know that I will never do it
I get it back then I invest again
And if you’re front it, be prepared to lose it

[Hook]
I got it down to a science
If you ain’t about it, do not try it
I’m in the lab, Bill Nye
I got it down to a science
I got it down to a science
I be stayin’ up, I’m workin’ nights
I turn a rock into a diamond
I got it down to a science

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EMI – Science

[Verse 1]
I keep making runs up in the North End
She want my number, won’t let me sell to her boyfriend
Met a couple strippers down in Portland
These bitches all addicted to endorphins
I stay round the club ’cause I know they all some sugar babies
Daddy issues, they just hit me when they workin’ late
I just wanna move the price inflated in a different state
I just bought a few, I’ll need a re-up in a couple days

[Hook]
I got it down to a science
If you ain’t about it, do not try it
I’m in the lab, Bill Nye
I got it down to a science
I got it down to a science
I be stayin’ up, I’m workin’ nights
I turn a rock into a diamond
I got it down to a science
[Verse 2]
I don’t miss a beat when I’m in LA
Got my homies juggin’, can’t afford to miss a Friday
All my bitches loyal, they be listenin’ what I say
All my haters crooked, they be lookin’ at me sideways
Papers in my armrest, I ain’t openin’ that glove compartment
I got too much cash on me, I’ll start takin’ credit cards
BECU trappin’, I be jammin’ up the ATM
Police pull me over but I ain’t got shit to say to them

[Hook]
I got it down to a science
If you ain’t about it, do not try it
I’m in the lab, Bill Nye
I got it down to a science
I got it down to a science
I be stayin’ up, I’m workin’ nights
I turn a rock into a diamond
I got it down to a science

[Bridge]
Do not pop the trunk until I’m next to it
And if I sell it, know that I will never do it
I get it back then I invest again
And if you’re front it, be prepared to lose it

[Hook]
I got it down to a science
If you ain’t about it, do not try it
I’m in the lab, Bill Nye
I got it down to a science
I got it down to a science
I be stayin’ up, I’m workin’ nights
I turn a rock into a diamond
I got it down to a science