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Lil’ Yachty – Don’t Forget Lyrics

[Intro]
30, you a motherf*cking fool, nigga

[Verse 1]
I’m starting to feel like I don’t need love, that shit for the damn birds (Brr)
All this arguing get on my damn nerves (On God)
You forgot I put your mama in the suburbs (Don’t forget)
You forgot I put your wrist on a blizzard (Don’t forget)
You the reason I be moving like the wizard (Pluto)
Oh, so now you selling p*ssy, you a vendor (Oh, wow)
Tell your friends get out my DM ‘fore I bend her (Yes)
Oh, your brother want a verse? I need a ten first (Yes)
Times ten more (Yes)
Bitch, we be on and off since I was a sophomore (Yes)
Waiting for your move, Dr. Hawthorne
And I started touring (Uh-huh)

[Chorus]
So you ain’t fell in love with my money?
Bitch, I ain’t a dummy (Uh-huh)
You always seem to leave when it ain’t sunny
Back and forth ’bout forty times, you swear you love me
Now you need a round of applause, bravo like Johnny
You acting so damn much, you so phony (Uh-huh)
I don’t need that energy around me

But don’t forget who put you on, you was bummy (Uh-huh)

[Verse 2]
Don’t you dare forget who had bossed you up (Bossed you up)
Had you running ’round in a Bentley truck (Big Bs)
Paparazzi, snap, flash, middle fingers up (Fingers up)
Baby said I tried to f*ck her then ring her up (Ring her up)
Call her up (Call her up), bring her here (Bring her here)
Bitches be so cap, they are not sincere (Not sincere)
I keep forty straps, gotta play it by ear (Play it by ear)
Won’t fall into your traps, I’m no longer near (Uh-huh)

[Chorus]
So you ain’t fell in love with my money?
Bitch, I ain’t a dummy (Uh-huh)
You always seem to leave when it ain’t sunny
Back and forth ’bout forty times, you swear you love me
Now you need a round of applause, bravo like Johnny
You acting so damn much, you so phony (Oh)
I don’t need that energy around me
But don’t forget who put you on, you was bummy

[Outro]
30, you a motherf*cking fool, nigga

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Shy Glizzy – Right Or Wrong Lyrics (feat. Lil Uzi Vert)

[Shy Glizzy:]
Yeah
Young Jefe, home
8…
I just spend a whole ten, yeah

I just spend a whole ten, put me in the zone (Woo)
Tired of seein’ me text you, when you always on your phone (Brr)
She knew I was a dog but yet she still gon’ let me bone (Uh-uh-uh)
You f*ckin’ with the mob that mean you with it right or wrong (Mob)
I just spend a whole ten, put me in the zone (Woo)
She sent me a DM, how she know I love thongs?
She f*cked a real nigga, she ain’t ever comin’ home
Girl, do you love Lil’ Glizzy? Is you with me right or wrong?

All that talkin’ bullshit, they ain’t really ’bout nothin’ (No, no)
She tell a nigga cappin’, where I’m from they call it bluffin’ (No cap)
If she let me f*ck it, I might take that bitch to [?] (Ooh)
Take her away from the ruckus, I might take her out to bucket (Yeah)
Little slimy, check her she doin’ [?] (Guap)
And you can’t come to South ’cause we be on some grimey (Southside)
I’m the king of [?] if you don’t say so you a bitch (What?)
She had all type of niggas but she don’t know what kind is this (Ayy)
She come from Toronto, yeah I take her to my jungle (Yeah)
That ’42 get to you girl, let’s get ride home (Ooh, ooh, ooh)
She a baddie, yeah she on me, yeah
She my lil’ Rapunzel
I’m a savage but I’m humble, yeah that money come in bundles (Woo)

I just spend a whole ten, put me in the zone (Woah)
Tired of seein’ me text you, when you always on your phone (Uh, brr)
She knew I was a dog but yet she still gon’ let me bone (Woo)
You f*ckin’ with the mob that mean you with it right or wrong (Mob)
I just spend a whole ten, put me in the zone (Damn, damn)

She sent me a DM, how she know I love thongs?
She f*ck a real nigga, she ain’t ever comin’ home
Girl, do you love Lil’ Glizzy? Is you with me right or wrong?

[Lil Uzi Vert:]
I might give that girl that DOA, I hit it on the floor (Floor)
Take that girl to MIA, she never comin’ home (Home)
Her boyfriend keep actin’ tough, that boy be bluffin’ on the phone (Phone)
Why you worried ’bout us? I took her on a trip to Rome (Rome)
You better be lucky, you take a lil’ blow
And ain’t take no four-four (Bah)
And I have me about, um, four
Load the mini coupe like a four-door, yeah
Tellin’ me somethin’ (Somethin’)
Tellin’ me somethin’ that I wanna hear
No one will know, baby, I am right here
Who put that in your head? That I don’t care
Who put that in your head? God, I swear
Who put that in your head? That’s a fake dress
She give me head, she can’t feel her legs (What?)
She on her knees, she can’t feel her legs, uh
I’m off the Perky, can’t feel my back
Poppin’ them pills like the packs
I’m rockin’ that Gucci, I’m rockin’ that Louis
I’m rockin’ that Prada, like they broke, yeah

[Shy Glizzy:]
I just spend a whole ten, put me in the zone (Woah)
Tired of seein’ me text you, when you always on your phone (Uh, brr)
She knew I was a dog but yet she still gon’ let me bone (Woo)
You f*ckin’ with the mob that mean you with it right or wrong (Mob)
I just spend a whole ten, put me in the zone (Damn, damn)
She sent me a DM, how she know I love thongs?
She f*ck a real nigga, she ain’t ever comin’ home (Ayy)
Girl, do you love Lil’ Glizzy? Is you with me right or wrong? (Ayy, ayy, ayy)

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Lil Yachty – Don’t Forget Lyrics

Play this song

[Intro]
30, you a motherfucking fool, nigga

[Verse 1]
I’m starting to feel like I don’t need love, that shit for the damn birds (Brr)
All this arguing get on my damn nerves (On God)
You forgot I put your mama in the suburbs (Don’t forget)
You forgot I put your wrist on a blizzard (Don’t forget)
You the reason I be moving like the wizard (Pluto)
Oh, so now you selling pussy, you a vendor (Oh, wow)
Tell your friends get out my DM ‘fore I bend her (Yes)
Oh, your brother want a verse? I need a ten first (Yes)
Times ten more (Yes)
Bitch, we be on and off since I was a sophomore (Yes)
Waiting for your move, Dr. Hawthorne
And I started touring (Uh-huh)

[Chorus]
So you ain’t fell in love with my money?
Bitch, I ain’t a dummy (Uh-huh)
You always seem to leave when it ain’t sunny
Back and forth ’bout forty times, you swear you love me
Now you need a round of applause, bravo like Johnny
You acting so damn much, you so phony (Uh-huh)
I don’t need that energy around me
But don’t forget who put you on, you was bummy (Uh-huh)

[Verse 2]
Don’t you dare forget who had bossed you up (Bossed you up)
Had you running ’round in a Bentley truck (Big Bs)
Paparazzi, snap, flash, middle fingers up (Fingers up)
Baby said I tried to fuck her then ring her up (Ring her up)
Call her up (Call her up), bring her here (Bring her here)
Bitches be so cap, they are not sincere (Not sincere)
I keep forty straps, gotta play it by ear (Play it by ear)
Won’t fall into your traps, I’m no longer near (Uh-huh)

[Chorus]
So you ain’t fell in love with my money?
Bitch, I ain’t a dummy (Uh-huh)
You always seem to leave when it ain’t sunny
Back and forth ’bout forty times, you swear you love me
Now you need a round of applause, bravo like Johnny
You acting so damn much, you so phony (Oh)
I don’t need that energy around me
But don’t forget who put you on, you was bummy

[Outro]
30, you a motherfucking fool, nigga

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Kevin Gates – Wetty (Freestyle) Lyrics

Play this song

[Intro]
AXL (AXL, AXL)
Yeah
Khaza

[Verse 1]
Erraticism for the first time when I drove you back outta Texas (Texas, woah)
Different feeling in the front room by the fireplace when we sexin’ (Oh)
Move the mirror to the bedroom so I can see you, only if you let me (Oh)
Blood all on my ugh, ate you on the rag, I know I’m aggressive (Uh)
Because of the quarantine, we been meeting up, goin’ joggin ‘ together (Oh)
Calisthenics, stretching (Stretch), fitness, preference (Preference)
Kettle bell, deadlift (Yeah), plyometrics (Yeah)
Question, tell me, hey, why you so sexy? (Yeah)
Nike tights with the Vapormax, with your back out doing core work (Ooh)
Made love when we fucked first, tonight go to show you how the Lord work
Plain Jane, not flashy (Uh-uh)
Workin’ out, busy craftin’ (Yeah)
Heart froze and my soul cold
Might need to put on a jacket (Brr)
She [?1min00], take dick in the ass, I love her she nasty (Brr)
Trickin’ on her, bought a bag
Life was depressin’, she makin’ me happy (For real?)
Small altercation, I ain’t with my main
But I’m in the route of advancin’

[Chorus]
I cut off my finger to save my hand and this is how I got established
I cut off a knee them made ’em dance, Chris Brown, Michael Jackson (Wow)
My heart goes out to Young Chop, in the industry they gon’ blackball him (Uh)
I sold hard with the gun cocked, I’m in the streets and the pack callin’
Crash site seven minutes from my house, rest in peace to the Black Mamba
This here goin’ to Virginia, got a hunnid ki’s in a black Honda

[Verse 2]
You doin’ that times ten, brick it, sell legit, on the truck haulin’
They don’t wanna see me win, bitch ass friends want me in the mud crawlin’
Took the hurt that they give, worked it with the pen, started coming up off it (Huh)
I cannot pretend, slide in your DM, you know that’s a plug callin’
I was only here to help, fuck with you, uplift you, that’s enough talkin’ (For real?)
I would not open up to them again, your man, they show a love caution
I believed in myself, won’t become salty, look at what comes after
.762 clip, this a high power fiber optic, firin’ at you
Read a news clip about the virus, not excited, I forgot all about it
Need all the space, now give me some room
Turn up the bass and it goin’ boom
Tatted the face of a hater, was sadly mistaken but Kevin won’t get it removed
What Mr. T gotta think, if he see how naive I can be, he’ll pity the fool
Now I pay attention to what’s in my spirit ’cause it done got clearer, it tell me to the move
Don’t give it no energy, don’t even mention it, all of that envy will come back to you
My name in the scripture, I’m one of them hitters
I’m back on my shit and I know what to do (Listen)

[Chorus]
Listen, I cut off my finger to save my hand, that’s how I got established (Yeah)
I cut off a knee them made ’em dance, Chris Brown, Michael Jackson (Yeah)
My heart goes out to Young Chop, and the industry they gon’ blackball him
I sold hard with the gun cocked, I’m in the streets and them pack callin’
Crash site seven minutes from my house, rest in peace to the Black Mamba
This here goin’ to Virginia, got a hunnid ki’s in a black Honda

[Outro]
A hunnid ki’s in a black Honda
A hunnid ki’s in a black Honda
My heart goes out to Young Chop, and the industry they gon’ blackball him
Crash site seven minutes from my house, rest in peace to the Black Mamba
I sold hard with the gun cocked, I’m in the streets and them pack callin’
This here goin’ to Virginia, got a hunnid ki’s in a black Honda

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Tee Grizzley – Win

[Chorus]
Look me in my eyes, nigga, I’ma win
I’ma get this money, nigga, I’ma live
First nigga in my family with some legal bread
Had to risk it all just to win big
I could stack them hunnids to the roof
I ain’t stopping ’til they stack to the moon
Nigga, without me, my family wouldn’t have food
Anybody go against me gotta lose (Helluva made this beat, baby)

[Verse 1]
90’s baby but I get to that money like ’86 again
Lost pops and fell off, we back rich again
Gotta thank God for that prison bid
Music got us looking like the family’s selling bricks again
Been on tour, been on TV, own businesses
Still I pull up with that stick and flip the whip you in (Brr)
You don’t wanna hear bout indictments in the case I caught
Then, bitch, quit listening (Turn off)
Free Mar Mar, he innocent
I was in the county indigent, now my pendant lit
Bitches love me, they go crazy ’bout that real nigga shit
Used to be a young follower, I was ignorant
If you don’t want me to fuck her, go everywhere with that bitch, nigga
I’ll drop a bird on your head
That chopper’ll blow a third of the nerves out your head
Talking cash, shit, and we murdering that man
When they put them teddy bears on the curb for your ass, you lost

[Chorus]
Look me in my eyes, nigga, I’ma win
I’ma get this money, nigga, I’ma live
First nigga in my family with some legal bread
Had to risk it all just to win big
I could stack them hunnids to the roof
I ain’t stopping ’til they stack to the moon
Nigga, without me, my family wouldn’t have food
Anybody go against me gotta lose

[Verse 2: Tee Grizzley]
700K in here and my bag in this room
But it’s only for your eyes, why your man’s in this room?
I don’t know if he a snitch, now it’s blood on your hands
If you think I’m ’bout to let him leave alive, you a fool
Got a record deal, my label don’t like you when I hang out (For real)
And let me know that they ain’t know me ‘fore I came out
Kevin Liles, I know it’s a risk to have these chains out
But I’m that same nigga that’ll knock a nigga brains out
Ex bitch ran off with the Rollie, hope she make it stretch
I could’ve kicked her lil’ dirty ungrateful ass
But I’m more mad at myself for tryna date her, ayy
Plus I make 30 for a show, so I’ma make it back
Used to order Wendy’s fries, bring a shake with that
Now its Benihana rice, put some steak on that
The Mustang used to always run out of gas
Now I’m in that Wraith, touch the paint and it’s a body bag, nigga

[Chorus]
Look me in my eyes, nigga, I’ma win
I’ma get this money, nigga, I’ma live
First nigga in my family with some legal bread
Had to risk it all just to win big
I could stack them hunnids to the roof
I ain’t stopping ’til they stack to the moon
Nigga, without me, my people wouldn’t have food
Anybody go against me gotta lose

[Verse 3]
I wanna see niggas win but everybody, you can’t eat around
Some niggas, I wouldn’t even go to sleep around
They had the bag, but ain’t help me when they see me down
Same niggas DM’ing me tryna be around
Bitch, they see that Wraith and they think Meek around
Can’t be around on choppers the [?] three around
Come get your friendly ass bitch before I beat her down
After I fuck, never again will she be around
It’s crazy when your own people wanna bring you down
These niggas don’t even know what they wanna beef about
He shot at me, and that’s somethin’ I can’t sleep about
Drop his mama, leave the town, bitch, we even now (Brr)
How you gon’ motivate the youth, rapping that gangster shit?
This what they like, so I’ma make the shit
But even still, this my life, I gotta claim this shit
So even if they didn’t like it, I ain’t changing shit, nigga

[Outro]
Look me in my eyes, nigga, I’ma win
I’ma get this money, nigga, I’ma live
First nigga in my family with some legal bread
So I can buy whatever ice, buy whatever crib
I could stack them hunnids to the roof
I ain’t stopping ’til they stack to the moon, nigga
Without me, my family wouldn’t have food
Anybody go against me gotta lose, nigga

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Lil Durk – Make It Out

[Chorus]
I get so high I put these drugs into my system
I love you with all my heart, ain’t no problem
You chose your life over your son, that shit killed him
I never asked you for anything, just your honesty
How you trade on me like that? I’m your family
And she tried to chase a bag for an athlete
But two wrongs don’t make it right
Get with your dog and make it right

[Verse 1]
We do pop ups had my back when I was locked up
I was glocked up
Niggas hate cause they can’t stop us
We was turnt up, gang war can’t knock us
Sliding in them DM’s tryna slide up on the oppas
I’m so nautious off them drugs, too high off them percocets
Tryna follow behind my cousin, I wasn’t focused yet
We would rob the robbers, kill the killers, label us a threat
Extort your big homie, like we from LAX
I was so high, I wish I replied to LA’s text
But we had jumped into them streets and made a mess
I was dressing my homies up for they funerals
Holding on they OGs tight, they did the most
Ducking from investigation, trying to keep my reputation
Give them my expiration, looking for inspiration
Pray for my generation, fuck Trump them bitches racist
Bought Rarris just to race it, yeah yeah

[Chorus]
I get so high I put these drugs into my system
I love you with all my heart, ain’t no problem
You chose your life over your son, that shit killed him
I never asked you for anything, just your honesty
How you trade on me like that? I’m your family
And she tried to chase a bag for an athlete
But two wrongs don’t make it right
Get with your dog and make it right

[Verse 2]
Joking laugh all day to stop from crying
Keep my gun on me to stop from dying
Can’t listen to no rumors cause it block my mind
Can’t feed into that bullshit ain’t got the time
I know what I did boy, this life I enjoy
Why you pretend boy, this shit I live for it
You was hooked on drugs I was hooked on phonics
Signed to the streets I ain’t never go to college
Asked you for cash you ain’t never say you got it (damn)
But I gave you my last yeah
And I’m the same nigga since last year
I told my mom I can’t go down for this case
Got the same lawyer beat R. Kelly piss case
State’s attorney want me so bad
At the time I need you bad
Told myself ain’t going back
Told myself can’t go like that

[Chorus]
I get so high I put these drugs into my system
I love you with all my heart, ain’t no problem
You chose your life over your son, that shit killed him
I never asked you for anything, just your honesty
How you trade on me like that? I’m your family
And she tried to chase a bag for an athlete
But two wrongs don’t make it right
Get with your dog and make it right

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Kid Ink – Bad Habit

[Verse 1]
I know we haven’t really talk
And we don’t know, it’s getting long
But you got what I like, you got what I like
I know you got choices all in your DM
Brand new niggas tryna be a new friend
I got what you like

[Pre-Chorus]
Until you find some brand new
Gotta stick to what you used to
Girl you know I’m calling for you
Pull up, you know imma come thru
Until you find some new
No, no, nothing wrong
We’re doing what we do what we use to, babe
I got what you like

[Chorus]
‘Cause baby you my bad habit
But you know I ain’t mad at it
‘Cause can nobody love you, babe
Do you like I do you, babe
‘Cause baby you my bad habit
You know I ain’t mad at it
‘Cause can nobody love you, babe

[Verse 2]
You might let them take you out
But you still come home and get me with they waited for
Me what they paying for
‘Cause I know your body
You just talking to them ’cause baby, I’m not around
Baby I’m out of town
I know we got differences
But we agree on this everytime

[Pre-Chorus]
Until you find some brand new
Gotta stick to what you used to
Girl you know I’m calling for you
Pull up, you know imma come thru
Until you find some new
No, no, nothing wrong
We’re doing what we do what we use to, babe
I got what you like

[Chorus]
‘Cause baby you my bad habit
But you know I ain’t mad at it
‘Cause can nobody love you, babe
Do you like I do you, babe
‘Cause baby you my bad habit
You know I ain’t mad at it
‘Cause can nobody love you, babe

[Outro]
Woo, yeah
Ah, ah
Oh yeah, woo
Until you find some…

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Adam s Apple – Ksi featuring Alesa lyrics

Lyrics KSI – Adam s apple

End of this, you’re gonna really want to kill me
End of this, your fans are really gonna feel me
Never miss, whenever suckers wanna grill me
Sorry, miss, I gotta kill him with the click, click
I didn’t really wanna do this
So my fans be saying “who this?”
But they really wanna view this
Know you’re dying when I shoot this
Had your ex all in my DM’s
Pillow talking in the DM’s
Trust me, nigga, take a seat
Gonna have this on repeat
Naga Viper with the heat
Mr. Z Man on the beat
Adam had to eat the apple
Time to kill him in a chapel
Adam really s**t the bed
How you gonna s**t the bed?
Alesa told me you were crying, nigga, this s**t had me dying
Had to clean up all your noodles
I expect that from a poodle
And you know the best part?
Adam thought it was a fart
Damn nigga, haven’t even pulled the trigger
You should never try to diss the nigga
One-seven millie, still I’m bigger
I don’t care about your bank report
At least I’m never paying child support
But why your baby momma saying that you ain’t even paying that?
Ain’t a game, so you never feel like playing that?
Stop the music b*tch, and go back to blocks
You’ll make more money versuri-lyrics.info
And when it comes to shocks, I got more coming
When it comes to cocks you a small summin’
When it comes to flops, you’re the first running
When it comes to pops you ain’t there sonnin’
Nigga, tell me why the f*ck you’re cutting yourself?
How you’re gonna be a dad when you’re cutting yourself?
But it’s not all you’re doing
You f*cked up and I know you’re brewing
Time to reminisce, I hope you’re hearing this
I didn’t wanna be the one to be out blaring this, but f*ck it
Behind the mask you’re a prick
What you did made me sick
Smearing blood on this chick
Yeah, let’s talk about Dawn
Slappin’ and choking from dusk ’till dawn
Then blaming your alter egos
What the f*ck? That’s not cool amigo
That’s not Adam, that was John that hit you
That’s not Adam, that was Shaun that beat you
That’s not Adam, nah f*ck you Adam
Any woman beater gets the f*cking heater
R.I.P. like Rita, hope you like my feature
That’s your baby momma
Flew her over just to end the saga
KSI, I’m the king of drama
Karma, karma, kicking down like Sparta
You will always be a dreadful father
Post Malone, he ain’t savin’ s**t
Your tattoos are s**t
Chronic masturbator
Coming now and later
Why you horny looking at an alligator?
I’m your violator, this the bar on my mission
Nothing can save your dead vision, b*tch.(adam s apple)

Ayy ayy, aaayy ayyyy
Ayy aaayy, GG motherf*ckerrr.(adam s apple)
Ksi lyrics
Video apple

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Bend the knee – Netnobody – KSI diss track lyrics

Lyrics Netnobody – Bend the knee

Took an L, but turned my losses into learning
In the end I’m earning, sub count f*cking turning
Feel like Jake Paul with the Team 10
Got KSI f*cking swinging, leaking the unfinished
b*tch feeling threatened, diss tracks have no end
Diss tracks are passion, diss tracks are true friend
b*tch took the bait watching my views climb
While I masturbate, b*tches hate
You can stay mad while I stay the same
Why stay in my lane? I own the whole street
I’ll pick up the mic, b*tch you’ll bow at my feet.(bend the knee)

Bend the knee, call you Jon Snow
Bend the knee, tame your ego. (x2)

Whether you like it or not, you’re dragging my a*s to the #1 spot
I do this s**t without second thought
‘Cause I got talent in case you forgot
What did I say? “b*tch took the bait”
You clowned on yourself by reacting to memes
Have you ever been trolled? Your s**t don’t affect me
Watch my subs soar, my dick gets erecty
I’m perfecty, you deflecty
If you value music, you’d show respect G
Your ego’s massive, beat off to diss tracks
This s**t’s real sad that your ego’s fragile
Tell me this J, is it a diss if we’re both being played?
Is it a diss if I’m dissing myself versuri-lyrics.info
Too dumb to realize, with me there’s no L’s
I’ve been retired, you’re bringing me back
KSI is saviour, Jesus is back
You’re proving me right with every clapback
Your heart’s in the mic? Nah, your heart’s on the racks
The bait’s been there since the very first tweet
KSI, Lord and saviour gave me money to eat
The bait’s been there since the very first tweet
KSI, Lord and saviour gave me money to eat.

Took an L, but turned my losses into learning
In the end I’m earning, sub count f*cking turning. (x2)

Bend the kneeee, call you Jon Snow
Bend the kneeee, tame your ego. (x2)

What did I say in the first song?
Rip of your mask, KSI’s gone
Nothing has changed, you didn’t learn s**t
Acting deranged for millions of kids
Pirate my song, boys acting goofy
Didn’t you cry when they pirate your movie?
Stealing my song, my unfinished work
You needed a track boy, you know DM’s work.

Bend the kneeee, call you Jon Snow
Bend the kneeee, tame your egooo. (x2)
Netnobody lyrics
Video knee

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Locksmith – Olive Branch

[Verse 1: Locksmith]
For every label they wasn’t able to place on me
For every second they second guessed & embraced phony
Niggas pitch to him every stitch is a bitch to unthread
Deeply woven, they chose to switch it as they stone me
The same Stoic & hopeless look you look upon is looked and pawned off by defeatists since we were Fetus’
They feed us nothing but left-overs; I stepped over with stilts and rebottled the same Milk you once wept over
Expect nothing & no one will work as hard as you do
So I’m confused when these niggas call me & stress over
Shit they should’ve corrected before they started
They beggin’ for my advice, but I’m focused on my success forward
Every mistake that I ever made was a growth point
I understand the bruise that you take when fall & don’t point
The finger or the blame on another person that’s striving to
Want others to ride, but have no idea where you drivin’ to
Surprised a few, but The System here is not sufficient
The candidates just can’t negate my suspicions
Cause regardless of Race, Gender, Religion
Rapper’s co-signing a Politician is still a Politician
And the problem isn’t what most discovered
Instead of complainin’ I started workin’ while most would suffer
And stopped chasin’ thirsty Journalist who secretly wanna be bigger than the Artists they supposed to cover
Am I supposed to cover my ears? Turn a blind eye when noone can find why the fine line has lost most its buffer
The whole structure and foundation has crumbled
If you go againt the grain they accuse you of not being humble
Should I play it subtle? Not a chance
Pretend help from these niggas became a common stance
I had to look at myself distinct
Expect to sink if you ever think they’ll extend an Olive Branch

[Verse: 2 Locksmith]
Yeah… Fuck it

I got a message from this Rapper in my Inbox. It started well
I responded with gratitude & respect
When he didn’t get the answer he wanted, that’s when it turned stale
Then he attacking my character in his text
I know
You can’t expect to please everybody
They ain’t satisfied til they see you bleed from your body
I can patronize or honestly speak about it
If I have to lie I’d rather leave than keep the shroud up
For 4 years I did nothing at all
Suffocated by Self-Hatred; I externally thawed
Dropped some bars, disappeared
Write songs that you’d never hear
Then my girl got in her ear, told me "Get on your job"
Fuck it
My Mothers’ gone
I might as well if I can write it well
I can slide the scale & tip it my way
Every night I wailed
But I failed to commit; The surface was cold
And sacrificed what we had built for my personal goals
I tried to get back on the track I lagged on, but whether in that storm proved to be the straw on the Camel’s back that we stacked on
Will it snap? Or am I strong enough to pass on these bitches I reply through DM & double-tap on
Now tack on the fact that I’m tryin’ to complete this album
More focused with details while they more concerned with volume
How then do you explain my resilience to spit?
In other words, I was built for this shit
My nigga, this is me

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Dave East – The Hated (Skit) (Paranoia Album)

[Skit: Dave East, Friend, Hater #1, Hater #2]
Yo what up, what’s cracking with you two niggas?
I heard y’all niggas ain’t get no ass last night?
Fuck outta here, my nigga
I got all the hoes nigga
My DM is crazy, nigga
Fuck is you talking about?
Bet you was DM’ing last night
Heard you my nigga what the screen name then?
Fuck outta here
Heard you nigga
Who this pullin’ up?
It look like the East nigga, hold up
Watch this nigga, hold up
Yooo!
Yo what’s up, my niggas?
Dave East, sup, nigga
Ahhhhhhh
This nigga in Harlem right here
What’s cracking, boy
What’s cracking, boy
Sup, nigga, what’s up
Court side, first game
I ain’t gon’ front, my nigga
This shit crazy right now for a nigga
Lil baby girl out there too, she’s beautiful
What you doing for moms and pops, bro
Niggas ain’t doin’ that
What you doin’ for moms and pops, bro, deadass, boy
I got to put on
It’s Harlem, baby
One of the last real niggas left
Nowhere in the world
This nigga got 10 chains on, boy
That shit crazy
Let niggas hold something
You out here, 10 chains on and shit
Oh these are some light shit I just got
I just picked this shit up this morning
That boy bus man
You can’t share with the hood, baby, what’s up?
I just picked this shit up this morning, man
Smoking that Cali shit where the moon rocks
I ain’t gon’ front, I didn’t even bring none of that shit back with me
Y’all good tho?
Everybody straight?
I’m ’bout to spin, I got some shit to do later
Love you, boy
My new shit ’bout to come out
Love you, boy
My new shit ’bout to drop
I got the "Paranoia" song, I already got that
Y’all niggas be cool
Y’all niggas be cool
Yo where Nas at?
Where Nas at tho?
Where Nas at bro?
He’s good in Harlem
Yo tell him come through, bro
That’s love, man
I can’t believe niggas showing love like that in the streets, man
We came a long way
Love, man, it’s crazy
Can’t believe you two niggas just went crazy like that, mean
Fuck you mean, nigga
Listen, man, listen, man
Fuck the Dave East nigga, bro
I ain’t gon’ front I don’t even know if that nigga from Harlem
Niggas ain’t got love for him
He be in Queens? Like how the fuck did he even meet Nas?
On some real shit
How did he meet him?
When you see the nigga out here shining or whatever, but fuck this nigga
All that 30 shit, man, I ain’t with that shit, my nigga
This my block, nigga
Fuck that 30 shit, nigga
Man, we let the nigga come through, we let him live
That’s the most he can do
I know he better put on for the hood
I got my lil’ homie, my lil’ homie
My lil’ nigga, I got, he got bars, my nigga
So if he don’t put on for my lil’ nigga, you know what time it is
Keep it cool
He know what it is
I swear he do
I swear
Nigga don’t come through no type of crazy way
Man I seen that protect too, need that joint
Man this nigga is not like that, like facts, bro
Like this nigga is not like that
You know I keep my shit on me 24/7
Shit got me hot, bro
Fuck this nigga
I ain’t say nothing to that nigga the whole time he was over here
Y’all niggas was going crazy
Saying he ain’t like that
Man, fuck that, let’s get this nigga next time he pull up
Heard niggas, bro
Heard niggas, bro
If y’all really feel like that
Keep that same energy when you see niggas, we keep it cool, bro, that’s all it is, like
You know how that shit go
We gon’ see them
Slap fire from this nigga, for real

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MoneyBagg Yo – Blog (Federal 3X Album)

[Chorus]
I thought you was smart ho
Why you ain’t play your part ho?
I bought you a bag and you went put that on the blog ho
I thought you was street my nigga
I thought you was killer
You say you gon’ shoot me
Why you type that shit on Twitter, hey
I’m gettin’ real money, no it’s not a secret, no it’s no facade
How you gon’ beat a charge, puttin’ your whole life on a blog
How you gon’ suck and fuck me then tell my bitch, you done lost ho
How you gon’ go against the grain’, I can’t fuck with you at all ho

[Verse 1]
I heard he like to subtweet, I guess he scared to at me
I’m hitting her from the back and she like fuck my baby daddy, yeah
Fuck his tied ass, fuck that nigga, he ain’t shit
Want me to stay in the house while he somewhere with that bitch, hold up
I’m a real nigga, I don’t pillow talk ’bout niggas
He heard rumors ’bout her fuckin’ on that, he said he gon’ kill her
I heard rumors he gon’ spazz out if he ever see me with her
This no rumor, come the right way ’cause you now I keep my pistol, ayy
Why you gon’ make a fake page and DM my bitch and tell her my business
How you gon’ try to deny it, I know it was you, it wasn’t no witness
How you gon’ say you my dog
But you fuckin’ off with the enemy
How you gon’ say you a man
But all in your feelings, you got some bitch tendencies

[Chorus]
I thought you was smart ho
Why you ain’t play your part ho?
I bought you a bag and you went put that on the blog ho
I thought you was street my nigga
I thought you was killer
You say you gon’ shoot me
Why you type that shit on Twitter, hey
I’m gettin’ real money, no it’s not a secret, no it’s no facade
How you gon’ beat a charge, puttin’ your whole life on a blog
How you gon’ suck and fuck me then tell my bitch, you done lost ho
How you gon’ go against the grain’, I can’t fuck with you at all ho

[Verse 2]
How you gon’ say you don’t care, tryna post shit to make me mad bitch
I had to cut you off, put you in the past like my last bitch
How you gon’ say you gangster when you seen me in public and bitched up
But on the net talkin’ tough
Gon’ let her come and get you hit up, hey
Fake been a fold, never should I put the police in the business, never would I
Niggas talkin’ crazy, I don’t let it faze me, why you mad? I never understood why
Bitter bitches on the internet tryna bash me, should I call the ho and spazz?
Or should I be green, play some get back with her
Fuck her friend, make her mad, ayy
Why you playin’? if we don’t catch you we send shots at your mans
Have the clan pull up in vans and pop you like a xan
I thought she was smart, she couldn’t play her part
I had to pay her some’
Bitch you had Tiffany on the way, and was gon’ put a new ass on you

[Chorus]
I thought you was smart ho
Why you ain’t play your part ho?
I bought you a bag and you went put that on the blog ho
I thought you was street my nigga
I thought you was killer
You say you gon’ shoot me
Why you type that shit on Twitter, hey
I’m gettin’ real money, no it’s not a secret, no it’s no facade
How you gon’ beat a charge, puttin’ your whole life on a blog
How you gon’ suck and fuck me then tell my bitch, you done lost ho
How you gon’ go against the grain’, I can’t fuck with you at all ho

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Bestie – Yungen feat. Yxng Bane lyrics

Lyrics Yungen – Bestie

I tell her she my bestie, bestie, she my bestie (that’s right)
They say we’re too friendly, friendly, we’re too friendly (no lie)
You know I make time for we (ohh lala)
When I’m juggin’, I’m finished, she know that I’m creeping’ to your house
Finally versuri-lyrics.info
We’re keeping it lowkey but these days you’re doing the most now.

Yo, I got notes, I get paid (get dough)
I really had Maddison in a fucking Addison Lee
Took her to the Radisson
Spent about three
She don’t even know my real name
She ask for – D
Her friend yeah, pree dem a pree
She got wasteman on her case that be spending the P
She can’t believe that I fucked her for free
Jewels on, you know me
Hey girl, Hey girl
What’s good? What’s good?
Where you from? (the hood)
Yeah woulda thought I was ace, the way I was giving her wood
She knew I was paid full from the jug.

I tell her she my bestie, bestie, she my bestie (that’s right)
They say we’re too friendly, friendly, we’re too friendly (no lie)
You know I make time for we (ohh lala)
When i’m juggin’, I’m finished, she know that i’m creeping’ to your house
Finally (ooh la la)
We’re keeping it lowkey but these days you’re doing the most now.

Yo, let me show you the wave?
Pretty boy fam, I take her boys babes
Sweet body, wanna know like I’m Dave
They don’t wanna see my yellow face turn up in a Wraith
Man it’s fucked up
I see most my old tings loved up
Don’t make me slide in the DM’s with a lovestruck
Yeah, I know they love this young buck
Many men, hide their girl from me
They got them on lock, but I got the key
They block me on insta, so I can’t pree
Man I’ll come and take their wife away
Many men, hide their girl from me
They got them on lock, but I got the key
They block me on insta, so I can’t pree
But now I’ll come and take their wife away.

I tell her she my bestie, bestie, she my bestie (that’s right)
They say we’re too friendly, friendly, we’re too friendly (no lie)
You know I make time for we (ohh la la)
When i’m juggin’, I’m finished, she know that i’m creeping’ to your house
Finally (ooh la la)
We’re keeping it lowkey but these days you’re doing the most now.

She my bestie, bestie, she my bestie (that’s right)
They say we’re too friendly, friendly, we’re too friendly (no lie)
You know I make time for we (ohh lala)
When i’m juggin’, I’m finished, she know that i’m creeping’ to your house
Finally (ooh la la)
We’re keeping it lowkey but these days you’re doing the most now.

Bonnie and Clyde, I love how we ride
Pulled up on her with those suicides (skrrt)
You know I kill it, many boys keep strippin’
We can kick it for hours, hoe get the boot by the minute
I tell her footwork, footwork
When you do her, do her
You know your bodies crazy but that minds on business
I’m what you want, not what you need
When you ask me, “What are we?”

You my bestieee, bestieee, she my bestie (that’s right)
They say we’re too friendly, friendly, we’re too friendly (no lie)
You know I make time for we (ohh lala)
When i’m druggin’, I’m finished, she know that i’m creeping’ to your house
Finally (ooh la la)
We’re keeping it lowkey but these days you’re doing the most nowww.
Yungen lyrics
Video Yungen

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Lou Phelps – What Time Is It?! (feat. Innanet James)

[Verse 1: Lou Phelps]
It’s ’bout 10 PM, bruh’s in my DM
Talking ’bout a house party at the Gatrien
I had time to think, got dishes in the sink
Mama wouldn’t let a nigga step out of the house
Although she was asleep passed out on the couch
I think it’s my time to bounce
Put on the flashiest shoes that a nigga could find
Don’t say nothing to me, it’s my time to shine
Um, I reminisce about my sexy chick
But a brother needed to nut, so it didn’t mean shit
Usually they teach you about the birds and the bees
We squirrels in high school, something like high siege, um
Guess who’s here, look who’s there
I used to be the man way back in the day
To get down was my thing, that’s what they would say
Next morning go to church, repent sins and pray
Me and this baby had an unholy union
Locking eyes ever since I was a junior
I took it that she didn’t want to be seen
Now shorty’s with me, so I’m living the dream
Um, started feeling freaky vibrations
My pocket held the information
So I pulled out my phone, got 12 missed calls
Mama after me but I don’t give a what

[Hook: Lou Phelps]
What time is it? (oh yeah)
What time is it? (I don’t care)
What time is it? (oh yeah)
What time is it? (I don’t care)
What time is it? (oh yeah)
What time is it? (I don’t care)
What time is it? (oh yeah)
What time is it? (I don’t care)

[Interlude: Lou Phelps]
As I was walking in snowy December
Thinking about my shorty
And all the bumping and grinding we gonna do
My mama kept calling, I wasn’t tryna answer
I ain’t even make it to the house party yet
Innanet James called me to tell me how his night went

[Verse 2: Innanet James]
Let’s end the night in reverse, it’s like 6 AM
Just crept in, crepes so my mom stepped in
With a plan with the wood floors, did what they good for
Creep fucked the creep up, y’all back to 5
Whip full of women asking what I done to the time
I said a diner, she said "Nah, vagina is fine"
So an hour after that, and that was all I could tell
In hotels, struggling when we rolled that three
An hour later, I feel like Cheech
Felt like I believed I could fly for the moment
Two in the morning, bottle right beside me, open
Take it to the head, like fuck it
[?]
But it’s fine, I ain’t gotta drive or love it
My eyes is bloody
Mary I ain’t hide or nothing
What a time to be alive, eyes back to woman
My cousin’s calling often, like "Let’s kick it"
Kick back at mine, full of fine Harvishire women
Can I kick it? Yes I can, like Messi
Kick it like Ed, like Edd, like Eddy
Said I hit your phone, I was leap year ready
We was gon’ ride out, honeycomb hide out
Mama said "Honey, get home before the lights out"
And that was my night, and it was alright

[Hook: Lou Phelps]
What time is it? (oh yeah)
What time is it? (I don’t care)
What time is it? (oh yeah)
What time is it? (I don’t care)
What time is it? (oh yeah)
What time is it? (I don’t care)
What time is it? (oh yeah)
What time is it? (I don’t care)

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Meek Mill – Whatever You Need (feat. Chris Brown & Ty Dolla $Ign) (Wins & Losses Album)

[Intro: YG]
Mustard on the beat, ho

[Chorus: Chris Brown & Ty Dolla $ign]
Girl, as long as you, wrap your arms ’round me
Ooh baby, I don’t care what them people say
I’m givin’ you whatever you want
Girl, you know I can provide
Whatever you need
Whatever you need, babe
Listen to your heart, baby

[Verse 1: Meek Mill]
Yeah, I’m the only young nigga who’s poppin’ that
Got it jumpin’ out the heat there like who coppin’ that?
New G Wagon got her braggin’, put a lock on that
Niggas always hit her DM, she don’t holla back, woo, woo, copy that
Cuffin’, I’ve been cuffin’
Chanel bags like it’s nothin’, and she love them
Her last nigga, he was bluffin’, she said, "Fuck him"
He let that go, I’m like, "He buggin’," now she thuggin’ with a real one
I’ve been ballin’ on you ’cause you smart and loyal
All my homies know me best, they say I’m fallin’ for you
And that box be slippery like tryna walk on oil
And I’ll be there long as you there when I be callin’ for you, facts

[Chorus: Chris Brown & Ty Dolla $ign]
Girl, as long as you, wrap your arms ’round me
Ooh, baby I don’t care what them people say
I’m givin’ you whatever you want
Girl, you know I can provide
Whatever you need
Whatever you need, babe
Listen to your heart, baby

[Verse 2: Meek Mill]
Yeah, you can get whatever you want, whatever you need
Got a one way flight ’cause I ain’t lettin’ you leave
We ain’t fuck first night, had me beggin’ you please
But you love when I’m beggin’, you told me get on my knees
And I ate it, we got faded
You said, "Put some Tory Lanez on" and I played it
In Philly, we say you the main joint and we save it
Finally got a rich nigga, baby, you made it
Long as you hold me down, you know that it’s goin’ down
Be there when I turn around and I’ll turn your world around
I had to tone it down ’cause you made me slow it down
But I got you open now, so I’m ’bout to show you now, show you now

[Bridge: Ty Dolla $ign]
What makes you think that I would try to run a game on you?
Just as sure as my name is Dolla, I’ll be there for you and I’ll
Treat you just like a queen and give you fine things
You’ll never have to worry ’bout another in your place, so believe me when I say

[Chorus: Chris Brown & Ty Dolla $ign]
Girl, as long as you, wrap your arms ’round me
Ooh, baby I don’t care what them people say
I’m givin’ you whatever you want
Girl, you know I can provide
Whatever you need
Whatever you need, babe
Listen to your heart, baby

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God Church – RiceGum lyrics

Lyrics RiceGum – God Church

I was broke but I’m living in the hills now
I was crazy but this ice made me chill out
No 20’s, I need blue on my bills
I’m not like Kylie Jenner, everything I got is real now
When I’m out, you be staring like a sightseer
I will not call her baby, I’m not like Bieber
I don’t ever give an F like a nice teacher
f*ck it, I’m just keeping it 100 like a high fever
Thought I told you that you need to go and wash your face
You’re 17, she’s 21 you trying to catch a case
DM after DM you was trying to take me on a date
Go vlog stop rapping trying to ride the f*cking wave (splash)
They used to hate, tell me that I wasn’t going far
Look at me now I be pullin up in foreign cars
Which one versuri-lyrics.info
B***h I cannot pick one
He said it’s the rari or the range or the big one (Aye)
Y’all ain’t, really doing much
Nah y’all ain’t cool with us
Hate on me you f*cked up in the head, like Supercuts
I’m in the hills just Uber up
I’m not paying I do enough
Your girl like Blac Chyna, ’cause all she wanna do is f*ck.(god church)

Ouu
Your girl on the track she sound better than you
Someone dissed me, I don’t know, I’m like “who?”
Said I cashed out from last song it’s true
And yeah I just spent your whole rent on some shoes
I hit the club and I’m leaving with two
Verified cuz all these checks that I blue
Your girl on the track she sound better than you
Someone dissed me I don’t know I’m like who.

Shut yo a*s up
Go and get your cash up
She done got ran through
Magcon
Smashed up
Your man gave you followers don’t know why you gassed up
I’m running with the subs and the views you can’t catch up
Used to be a big fan I’m your f*ckin idol
Hit me up tried to link but I’m not a bio
Can’t rap like those blonde brothers from Ohio
Now I got em all doing songs trynna take my style (Aye)
Money talks yeah my money gets annoying (Aye!)
Juice digger chase the clout from your boyfriend (Aye!)
B***h I got more plugs than modem (Aye!)
I got carrots in my ice like a snowman (Aye!)
How you gonna let your girl have a better verse
That’s your girl? She a stick, she ain’t got curves
She a hoe yeah You fell into the thot curse
Dropped merch and it’s selling like a god church.

Ouu
Your girl on the track she sound better than you
Someone dissed me, I don’t know, I’m like “who?”
Said I cashed out from last song it’s true
And yeah I just spent your whole rent on some shoes
I hit the club and I’m leaving with two
Verified cuz all these checks that I blue
Your girl on the track she sound better than you
Someone dissed me I don’t know I’m like whooo.
RiceGum lyrics
Video Church

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Kevin Gates – No Love

[Pre-Chorus]
What a hell of a feelin’, I’m livin’ large
I’m a hell of a nigga, I’m still in charge
I can get you from here or behind the bars
Love me a bitch who gon’ play her part

[Chorus]
Fell out of love
I ain’t got no love for you niggas
Fell out of love
I ain’t got no love for you niggas
Fell out of love
I ain’t got no love for you niggas

[Verse]
Break down Swishers with my thumb
At big booty bitches throwin’ ones
Do not give a fuck where niggas from
You not the only one who got a gun
Nigga grew some nuts and now he clutch
Back against the wall while in the clutch
Jugged up, nigga gotta cut
When it’s time for action why you stuck?
I survived bitch, I know how to dive
I know how to die, when there’s homicide
I could suicide diving out the plane
I will not reside ridin’ for no lame
Niggas want a feature, they gon’ holler Gates
Niggas want protection, they gon’ say my name
Niggas want some fame, stand on side of Gates
I can see the snakes, nigga you too late
I can feel the hate, they gon’ never say
Everything I gave, never gave away
Did it out my heart, have a lovely day
Money any way, fuck who in the way
[?] just got a DM from me
You and Dreka ought to have a threesome for me
I won’t tell nobody, I’ma keep it silent
Dickin’ down your partner, never spoke about it

[Pre-Chorus]
What a hell of a feelin’, I’m livin’ large
I’m a hell of a nigga, I’m still in charge
I can get you from here or behind the bars
Love me a bitch who gon’ play her part

[Chorus]
Fell out of love
I ain’t got no love for you niggas
Fell out of love
I ain’t got no love for you niggas
Fell out of love
I ain’t got no love for you niggas

[Bridge]
Why you hoes blowin’ up my phone want to talk to real niggas?
Got exposed now you on your own, don’t know how to deal with it
Know it’s cold when you on your own, wonder how you live with it
Sold your soul, that’s how it goes nigga, I’ma die a real nigga

[Pre-Chorus]
What a hell of a feelin’, I’m livin’ large
I’m a hell of a nigga, I’m still in charge
I can get you from here or behind the bars
Love me a bitch who gon’ play her part

[Chorus]
Fell out of love
I ain’t got no love for you niggas
Fell out of love
I ain’t got no love for you niggas
Fell out of love
I ain’t got no love for you niggas

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Kevin Gates – No Love Lyrics

[Pre-Chorus]
What a hell of a feelin’, I’m livin’ large
I’m a hell of a nigga, I’m still in charge
I can get you from here or behind the bars
Love me a bitch who gon’ play her part

[Chorus]
Fell out of love
I ain’t got no love for you niggas
Fell out of love
I ain’t got no love for you niggas
Fell out of love
I ain’t got no love for you niggas

[Verse]
Break down Swishers with my thumb
At big booty bitches throwin’ ones
Do not give a fuck where niggas from
You not the only one who got a gun
Nigga grew some nuts and now he clutch
Back against the wall I learned to clutch
Jugged up, nigga gotta cut
When it’s time for action why you stuck?
I survived bitch, I know how to dive
I know how to die, when there’s homicide
I could suicide diving out the plane
I will not reside ridin’ for no lame
Niggas want a feature, they gon’ holler Gates
Niggas want protection, they gon’ say my name
Niggas want some fame, stand on side of Gates
I can see the snakes, nigga you too late
I can feel the hate, they gon’ never say
Everything I gave, never gave away
Did it out my hard, have a lovely day
Money any way, fuck who in the way
[?] just got a DM from me
You and Dreka ought to have a threesome with me
I won’t tell nobody, I’ma keep it [?]
Dickin’ down your partner, never spoke about it

[Pre-Chorus]
What a hell of a feelin’, I’m livin’ large
I’m a hell of a nigga, I’m still in charge
I can get you from here or behind the bars
Love me a bitch who gon’ play her part

[Chorus]
Fell out of love
I ain’t got no love for you niggas
Fell out of love
I ain’t got no love for you niggas
Fell out of love
I ain’t got no love for you niggas

[Bridge]
Why you hoes blowin’ up my phone want to talk to real niggas?
Got exposed now you on your own, don’t know how to deal with it
Know it’s cold when you on your own, wonder how you live with it
Sold your soul, that’s how it goes nigga, I’ma die a real nigga

[Pre-Chorus]
What a hell of a feelin’, I’m livin’ large
I’m a hell of a nigga, I’m still in charge
I can get you from here or behind the bars
Love me a bitch who gon’ play her part

[Chorus]
Fell out of love
I ain’t got no love for you niggas
Fell out of love
I ain’t got no love for you niggas
Fell out of love
I ain’t got no love for you niggas

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2 Chainz – Blue Cheese (feat. Migos)

50, 000 on me, I’m a walkin’ lick
She fuck with the squad, she gon’ grip the stick
Came from the rags to riches, now we got bags and bitches
Came from the rags to riches, now we got bags and bitches
Blue cheese in my off whites
I’ve been drinkin’ Codeine all night
Got your bitch out the DM, put her on a flight
I don’t understand nothin’ but them dollar signs
My side chick got pregnant by her main dude and I’m offended
I called, she ain’t pick up, I text her back, bitch you stingy
I’m in all black like a ninja, chain got influenza
Walk in the traphouse, use my Cartiers for credentials (Goddamn!)
I’m going wildebeest, all on my enemies
Negative energy, I could do anything, I got the guillotine
Off with they head
Known to pull off and get head
Drippin’ so much sauce on your bitch look like she wettin’ the bed
I could do more than just say it, strip club veteran head uh uh
I am still gettin’ this bread, bought her a Birkin bag uh uh
Everyone look at the tag, I do the digital dash uh uh
I can do more than just brag, I can back it up uh uh
50, 000 on me, I’m a walkin’ lick
She fuck with the squad, she gon’ grip the stick
Came from the rags to riches, now we got bags and bitches
Came from the rags to riches, now we got bags and bitches
Blue cheese in my off whites
I’ve been drinkin’ Codeine all night
Got your bitch out the DM, put her on a flight
I don’t understand nothin’ but them dollar signs
Blue cheese, no ranch, all hunnids
10 racks on me that’s mall money
I just bought a Lamb’ I’mma crawl on it
Get on top, she act a dog with it
I’m on this drink need to slow down
Racks in back it won’t slow down
You had a sack but it’s gone now
Safari diamond, money long now
Better wake up, smell the coffee
Black man with a lot of money, got the white man wanna off me
You was my mans but you lost me
Poppin’ Xans, I’m exhausted
Cookie smellin like a mosh pit
Pop a Perc, kinda nauseous
50 pointer shit colossus
Hey, with this money I could stay up and survive
We go live, smoke this dope and ride
We too fly, bad bitches in the archive
Oh so high, money make me so high
50, 000 on me, I’m a walkin’ lick
She fuck with the squad, she gon’ grip the stick
Came from the rags to riches, now we got bags and bitches
Came from the rags to riches, now we got bags and bitches
Blue cheese in my off whites
I’ve been drinkin’ Codeine all night
Got your bitch out the DM, put her on a flight
I don’t understand nothin’ but them dollar signs
I’m havin blue cheese
And I’mma get it by any means
Flexing on niggas like Hercules
Fucking on bitches with double D’s
I met the plug, got 100 keys
Give me that block and I gotta seize
These niggas sick me wanna get rid of me
I’m at the top and they under me
I hit the lot and don’t ask for the tag
Racks in my pockets, they lookin’ like knee pads
Flexin’ my all white with Benjamin Franklin
Put the rest of that blue cheese in the bag
My life I’m livin’ it fast
One thing I cannot do is go out sad
They know me but don’t know my past
And if you know me you know I’m about my cash
The Nawfside, call it Baghdad, make a nigga 40 yard dash
The Nawfside, where the bags at, I was breakin’ my wrist in the glass (Whippin’ it!)
Smoking on Barry Bonds in the Hurricane, spinning work like I’m Taz
Migos and Chainz in the city, go to your girl corner
Had to bring out that bag
50, 000 on me, I’m a walkin’ lick
She fuck with the squad, she gon’ grip the stick
Came from the rags to riches, now we got bags and bitches
Came from the rags to riches, now we got bags and bitches
Blue cheese in my off whites
I’ve been drinkin’ codeine all night
Got your bitch out the DM, put her on a flight
I don’t understand nothin’ but them dollar signs
Blue cheese in my off whites
I’ve been drinkin’ codeine all night
Got your bitch out the DM, put her on a flight
I don’t understand nothin’ but them dollar signs
When you wake up in the morning
When you wake up in the morning
Blue cheese in my off whites
Blue cheese in my off whites
(Uhh, uhh)
Boy, my uncle 12 shawty
I had to take my uncle to school this morning shawty
And he got suspended
‘Cause he smelled like weed when he got there

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Blue Cheese – 2 Chainz feat. Migos lyrics

Lyrics 2 Chainz – Blue Cheese

50,000 on me, I’m a walkin’ lick
She f*ck with the squad, she gon’ grip the stick
Came from the rags to riches, now we got bags and b*tches
Came from the rags to riches, now we got bags and b*tches
Blue cheese in my Off Whites
I’ve been drinkin’ codeine all night
Got your b*tch out her DM, put her on a flight
I don’t understand nothin’ but them dollar signs.

My side chick got pregnant by her main dude and I’m offended
I called, she ain’t pick up, I text her back, b*tch you stingy
I’m in all black like a ninja, chain got influenza
Walk in the traphouse, use my Cartiers for credentials (God damn!)
I’m going wildebeest, all on my enemies
Negative energy, I could do anything, I got the guillotine
Off with they head versuri-lyrics.info
Known to pull off and get head
Drippin so much sauce on your b*tch look like she wettin’ the bed
I could do more than just say it, strip club veteran head uh uh!
I am still gettin’ this bread, bought her a Birkin bag uh uh!
Everyone look at the tag, I do the digital dash uh uh!
I can do more than just brag, I can back it up uhh!

50,000 on me, I’m a walkin’ lick
She f*ck with the squad, she gon’ grip the stick
Came from the rags to riches, now we got bags and b*tches
Came from the rags to riches, now we got bags and b*tches
Blue cheese in my Off Whites
I’ve been drinkin’ codeine all night
Got your b*tch out her DM, put her on a flight
I don’t understand nothin’ but them dollar signs.

Blue cheese, no ranch, all hunnids
10 racks on me that’s mall money
I just bought a Lamb Ima crawl on it
Get on top, she act a dog with it
I’m on this drink need to slow down
Racks in back it won’t slow down
You had a sack but it’s gone now
Safari diamond, money long now
Better wake up, smell the coffee
Black man with a lot of money, got the white man wanna off me
You was my mans but you lost me
Poppin xans, I’m exhausted
Cookie smellin like a mosh pit
Pop a perk, kinda nauseous
50 ? s**t colossus
Hey, With this money I could stay up and survive
We go live, smoke this dope and ride
We too fly, bad b*tches in the archive
Oh so high, money make me so high.

50,000 on me, I’m a walkin’ lick
She f*ck with the squad, she gon’ grip the stick
Came from the rags to riches, now we got bags and b*tches
Came from the rags to riches, now we got bags and b*tches
Blue cheese in my Off Whites
I’ve been drinkin’ codeine all night
Got your b*tch out her DM, put her on a flight
I don’t understand nothin’ but them dollar signs.

I’m havin blue cheese
And I’ma get it by any means
Flexing on niggas like Hercules
f*cking on b*tches with double D’s
I met the plug, got 100 keys
Give me that block and I gotta seize
These niggas sick homie wanna get rid of me
I’m at the top and they under me
I hit the lot and don’t ask for the tag
Racks in my pockets, they lookin like kneepads
Flexin my all white with Benjamin Franklin
Put the work steady blue cheese in the bag
My life I’m livin it fast
One thing I cannot do is go out sad
They know me but don’t know my past
And if you know me you know I’m about my cash
The Nawfside, call it Baghdad, make a nigga 40 yard dash
The Nawfside, where the bags at, I was breakin my wrist in the glass (Whippin it!)
Smoking on Barry Bonds in the Huracan, spinning work like I’m Taz
Migos and Chainz in the city, go to your girl code
Had to bring out that bag.

50,000 on me, I’m a walkin’ lick
She f*ck with the squad, she gon’ grip the stick
Came from the rags to riches, now we got bags and b*tches
Came from the rags to riches, now we got bags and b*tches
Blue cheese in my Off Whites
I’ve been drinkin’ codeine all night
Got your b*tch out her DM, put her on a flight
I don’t understand nothin’ but them dollar signs
Blue cheese in my Off Whites
I’ve been drinkin’ codeine all night
Got your b*tch out her DM, put her on a flight
I don’t understand nothin’ but them dollar signs.

When you wake up in the morning
When you wake up in the morning
Blue cheese in my Off Whites
Blue cheese in my Off Whites.

Boy, my uncle 12 shawty
I had to take my uncle to school this morning shawty
And he got suspended
‘Cause he smelled like weed when he got thereee.
2 Chainz lyrics
Video cheese

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2 Chainz – Blue Cheese (feat. Migos) (Pretty Girls Like Trap Music Album)

[Chorus: Quavo]
50,000 on me, I’m a walkin’ lick
She fuck with the squad, she gon’ grip the stick
Came from the rags to riches, now we got bags and bitches
Came from the rags to riches, now we got bags and bitches
Blue cheese in my Off Whites
I’ve been drinkin’ codeine all night
Got your bitch out her DM, put her on a flight
I don’t understand nothin’ but them dollar signs

[Verse 1: 2 Chainz]
My side chick got pregnant by her main dude and I’m offended
I called, she ain’t pick up, I text her back, bitch you stingy
I’m in all black like a ninja, chain got influenza
Walk in the traphouse, use my Cartiers for credentials (God damn!)
I’m going wildebeest, all on my enemies
Negative energy, I could do anything, I got the guillotine
Off with they head
Known to pull off and get head
Drippin so much sauce on your bitch look like she wettin’ the bed
I could do more than just say it, strip club veteran head uh uh!
I am still gettin’ this bread, bought her a Birkin bag uh uh!
Everyone look at the tag, I do the digital dash uh uh!
I can do more than just brag, I can back it up UH UH!

[Chorus: Quavo]
50,000 on me, I’m a walkin’ lick
She fuck with the squad, she gon’ grip the stick
Came from the rags to riches, now we got bags and bitches
Came from the rags to riches, now we got bags and bitches
Blue cheese in my Off Whites
I’ve been drinkin’ codeine all night
Got your bitch out her DM, put her on a flight
I don’t understand nothin’ but them dollar signs

[Verse 2: Offset]
Blue cheese, no ranch, all hunnids
10 racks on me that’s mall money
I just bought a Lamb Ima crawl on it
Get on top, she act a dog with it
I’m on this drink need to slow down
Racks in back it won’t slow down
You had a sack but it’s gone now
Safari diamond, money long now
Better wake up, smell the coffee
Black man with a lot of money, got the white man wanna off me
You was my mans but you lost me
Poppin xans, I’m exhausted
Cookie smellin like a mosh pit
Pop a perk, kinda nauseous
50 ? shit colossus
Hey, With this money I could stay up and survive
We go live, smoke this dope and ride
We too fly, bad bitches in the archive
Oh so high, money make me so high

[Chorus: Quavo]
50,000 on me, I’m a walkin’ lick
She fuck with the squad, she gon’ grip the stick
Came from the rags to riches, now we got bags and bitches
Came from the rags to riches, now we got bags and bitches
Blue cheese in my Off Whites
I’ve been drinkin’ codeine all night
Got your bitch out her DM, put her on a flight
I don’t understand nothin’ but them dollar signs

[Verse 3: Takeoff]
I’m havin blue cheese
And I’ma get it by any means
Flexing on niggas like Hercules
Fucking on bitches with double D’s
I met the plug, got 100 keys
Give me that block and I gotta seize
These niggas sick homie wanna get rid of me
I’m at the top and they under me
I hit the lot and don’t ask for the tag
Racks in my pockets, they lookin like kneepads
Flexin my all white with Benjamin Franklin
Put the work steady blue cheese in the bag
My life I’m livin it fast
One thing I cannot do is go out sad
They know me but don’t know my past
And if you know me you know I’m about my cash
The Nawfside, call it Baghdad, make a nigga 40 yard dash
The Nawfside, where the bags at, I was breakin my wrist in the glass (Whippin it!)
Smoking on Barry Bonds in the Hurricane, spinning work like I’m Taz
Migos and Chainz in the city, go to your girl code
Had to bring out that bag

[Chorus: Quavo]
50,000 on me, I’m a walkin’ lick
She fuck with the squad, she gon’ grip the stick
Came from the rags to riches, now we got bags and bitches
Came from the rags to riches, now we got bags and bitches
Blue cheese in my Off Whites
I’ve been drinkin’ codeine all night
Got your bitch out her DM, put her on a flight
I don’t understand nothin’ but them dollar signs
Blue cheese in my Off Whites
I’ve been drinkin’ codeine all night
Got your bitch out her DM, put her on a flight
I don’t understand nothin’ but them dollar signs

[Bridge: Quavo (2 Chainz)]
When you wake up in the morning
When you wake up in the morning
Blue cheese in my Off Whites
Blue cheese in my Off Whites
(Uhh, uhh)

[Outro]
Boy, my uncle 12 shawty
I had to take my uncle to school this morning shawty
And he got suspended
‘Cause he smelled like weed when he got there

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Che Ecru – Body (Buries Deluxe Album)

[Che Ecru]
20 on the gas
And I’m on my way
Know I wanna smash
Baby, but you still gon’ play
Tell me what you want
Let me take you out
Flirting all night baby
What you really bout
I dont really mind staying inside
You told me come through
And you still playing shy, still playing shy
Let me tell you one more time
Baby girl I ain’t your ex
I ain’t gonna lock your phone
I dont want to read your text
I just wanna do what you want
Baby tell me what is good
Saying how you wanna be a freak
And I kinda wish you would
So don’t be mad if I move on, don’t be mad if I move on
Imma hit you with a "who this?"
Like I got a new phone
Imma give you one chance
Cause I’m already booked up
I can see your next text saying that you kinda wish we hooked up, hooked up
DM to PM FaceTime to the morn
I’m losing sleep cause you don’t know what you want (yeah)
Always wanna know what I’m doing baby, even though you don’t wanna be down
(oh)

Girl – don’t – you

[Hook]
Play with me
Let me know if you want me, cause I want you on me
Girl don’t play with me
Oh-oh, oh-oh
Let me know if you want me, cause I want you on me
Don’t play with me
Let me know if you want me cause I want you on me
Girl don’t play with me
Oh-oh, Oh-oh
Let me know if you want me, cause I want you on me
Oh

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Omega Crosby – Money lyrics

[Chorus]
They hate it when you shine, yea
They don’t wanna see you grind, yea
All these girls wanna be mine, yea
But I ain’t got time, yea

Get money, get money oh
Get money, get money oh
Get money, get money oh
Get money, get money oh

[Verse 1]
High as the moon, fly as a kite
She want the pipe but she ain’t the type
I love these checks, the money’s my wife
Niggas be hatin, but that ain’t my life

I go ham on em, ham on em
They hate it when I stand on em, stand on em
They said I put that flame on em, flame on em
They sayin I done changed on em, changed on em

Nooo, same nigga same clique tho
Get brilla, fuck bitches, takin pics tho
I’m trappin out the bake they don’t get it tho
I see a real thick chica I’ma getta tho

They say I’m hella raw, well I’m from stanislaus
They put a roof over my city I’m bout to tear it off
I’m in that first class poppin bottles eatin toast
If you ain’t gone follow why you likin all my posts

[Chorus]
They hate it when you shine, yea
They don’t wanna see you grind, yea
All these girls wanna be mine, yea
But I ain’t got time, yea

Get money, get money oh
Get money, get money oh
Get money, get money oh
Get money, get money oh

[Verse 2]
Man I’m on that no sleep, eyes red hella gone
The models in my DM say I’m hella on, kill em all
I just wanna gold faced rollie wit some diamonds
Lately I been really in them streets like a sidewalk

If come to a color I be chasin green
I put numbers on the board they ain’t ever seen
Goldie said if you wanna shmack do the footwork
So I used my brain bullets showed em how that book work

At the age of thirteen I was sellin dope
At the age of fourteen I got my first note
At the age of twenty one I was sellin hope
Ray Charles I can’t see myself bein broke

I live like erryday my birthday
I really drink champagne when im thirstay
I flex on these hoes you can call it fitness
So fresh I put plug it in outta business

[Chorus]
They hate it when you shine, yea
They don’t wanna see you grind, yea
All these girls wanna be mine, yea
But I ain’t got time, yea

Get money, get money oh
Get money, get money oh
Get money, get money oh
Get money, get money oh

[Verse 3]
Sky is the limit, green light they can’t stop me
Errybody clones, everything I do they copy
Shoutout to my girl lay, I’m flyin out to LA
Celebrate at all times but we dont do holiday

What if we, what if we, shut up on the down play
Why you bein a negative Nancy no Holloway
I swear I dont know these hoes it must be a thursday
I’m dope spittin flames I treat beats like an ashtray

[Chorus]
They hate it when you shine, yea
They don’t wanna see you grind, yea
All these girls wanna be mine, yea
But I ain’t got time, yea

Get money, get money oh
Get money, get money oh
Get money, get money oh
Get money, get money oh

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Pressa – Sophomore

[Hook]
Bitch I’m balling, bitch I’m balling like a sophomore
I’m the neighborhood sophomore
Got [?] fucking bags in the sophomore
So she don’t want a sophomore
Give her every other dick that she could ask for
But she just gonna ask more
Gotta skip a class she don’t wanna skip more
Cuz she just failed her last course

[Verse 1]
Good girl turned into a boss bitch
You could called it corrupted
I got bitches soaking wet like a ocean
And I didn’t even touch it
I ain’t even holler
I think she would wanna suck my collar
Got a dancer in the street like Caribana
That’s my navy blue Phantom
And Deadmihana go buy cars for the mandem
And TBH go buy me up Rihanna
Never listened to my teacher, never listened to the anthem
Pocket full of gold so I keep a cup of magnums
And I can chase these girls
[?]
Remember in her DM’s, now nigga I dodge ’em

[Hook]
Bitch I’m balling, bitch I’m balling like a sophomore
I’m the neighborhood sophomore
Got [?] fucking bags in the sophomore
So she don’t want a sophomore
Give her every other dick that she could ask for
But she just gonna ask more
Gotta skip a class she don’t wanna skip more
Cuz she just failed her last course

[Verse 2]
Pressa need a mansion and a cottage
Pressa finna skip his life through college
[?] this ain’t Gucci, this ain’t Louis, that ain’t Pradas
Balmain, Giuseppe, Balenciagas
She the type to have her friends jealous
Cuz Pressa might just buy her a necklace
I don’t wanna chill and watch Netflix
You can save it for the guys on the friends list
She so bad got me in the girls change room
She so bad might just get me suspended
She the type to have a nigga rent it
But I never ever took it offensive
Pressa more realer than authentic
Broke her heart but I never ever meant it
Trust a bitch never thought for a second
So she can be my trophy reason why I bought a pendant

[Hook]
Bitch I’m balling, bitch I’m balling like a sophomore
I’m the neighborhood sophomore
Got [?] fucking bags in the sophomore
So she don’t want a sophomore
Give her every other dick that she could ask for
But she just gonna ask more
Gotta skip a class she don’t wanna skip more
Cuz she just failed her last course

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Kap G – Freakin ‘n’ Geekin

[Hook]
Got her geekin’ for the weekend
Got her geekin’ for the weekend
I got her freakin’ for the weekend
Throw a pool party, throw her off the deep end
Got her geekin’, I got that lil bitch geekin’
I got her freakin’, I got that lil bitch freakin’
Got her geekin’ for the weekend
Got her geekin’ for the weekend

[Verse 1]
I got ’em kissing, two video vixens
She want attention, she touching on my dick print
I got a mixed bitch, she pulled up with her best friend
Her daddy king pin, he can get the bricks in
I throw a party at the mansion like it’s Run’s house
When I’m in Benihana’s gotta get that Yum Sauce
She got that dome sauce, now take your Uggs off
Now take your bun off, now get me unsoft

[Hook]
Got her geekin’ for the weekend
Got her geekin’ for the weekend
I got her freakin’ for the weekend
Throw a pool party, throw her off the deep end
Got her geekin’, I got that lil bitch geekin’
I got her freakin’, I got that lil bitch freakin’
Got her geekin’ for the weekend
Got her geekin’ for the weekend

[Verse 2]
Hola, nice to meet you
Yeah you know they call me "Take Your Bitch"
And I been bout cappin’ and it’s R.I.P. to Bankroll Fresh
Ain’t no wasting time with anything I do, I make a check
Ain’t no wasting time I think she wanna pop the percocet
I think she geekin’, yeah she liked my recent
Yeah I send a DM, maybe we can be friends
She from Cleveland, her cousin from Four Seasons
I think she cheatin’, TLC, she creepin

[Hook]
Got her geekin’ for the weekend
Got her geekin’ for the weekend
I got her freakin’ for the weekend
Throw a pool party, throw her off the deep end
Got her geekin’, I got that lil bitch geekin’
I got her freakin’, I got that lil bitch freakin’
Got her geekin’ for the weekend
Got her geekin’ for the weekend

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OG Boobie Black – Goin Live

[Hook]
I’m going live on the gram
You see me with them bands
You see me every day
You got to be a fan
I’m going live on the gram
You see me when I’m shining
I’m about to show you something
So you could leave a comment
Live, live
I’m going, i’m going
Live, live
I’m going, i’m going
Live, live
I’m going, i’m going
Live, live
I’m going live

[Verse 1]
Early in the morning, I’m fucking with the gram
A message to the streets
I’m still a living man
I’m sorry for you haters, you need to get some money
Your bitch wrote on my page and told me that she love me
I see you in my DM’s
But I don’t read no DM’s
Two strippers in the bed
Go live so I could see em
I’m always in the picture I know you see me bitches
I know your status fake, you must be in your feelings

[Pre Hook]
Your hoes talking stupid
I block em like I’m super
I got a side bitch and I nicked named her tootta
I motivate my niggas to keep making that moolah
I’m always going live, nigga you see what I’m doing

[Hook]
I’m going live on the gram
You see me with them bands
You see me every day
You got to be a fan
I’m going live on the gram
You see me when I’m shining
I’m about to show you something
So you could leave a comment
Live, live
I’m going, i’m going
Live, live
I’m going, i’m going
Live, live
I’m going, i’m going
Live, live
I’m going live

[Verse 2]
I shout out all my niggas
Who juggen with the scrilla
I shout out to them bitches who comment on my pictures
I shout out all the cities
I fuck with real niggas
I’m smoking going live, might say some shit ridiculous
I see you on my line
You loving on my lingo
You comment I’m the sickest, you sending kiss and emo’s
They tagging in my name
That might just be the people
I know the feds is watching
So I don’t show my pistol

[Pre hook]
Your hoes talking stupid
I block em like I’m super
I got a side bitch and I nicked named her tootta
I motivate my niggas to keep making that moolah
I’m always going live, nigga you see what I’m doing

[Hook]
I’m going live on the gram
You see me with them bands
You see me every day
You got to be a fan
I’m going live on the gram
You see me when I’m shining
I’m about to show you something
So you could leave a comment
Live, live
I’m going, i’m going
Live, live
I’m going, i’m going
Live, live
I’m going, i’m going
Live, live
I’m going live

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Trey Songz – Playboy (Tremaine The Album Album)

[Chorus]
Don’t know why I’m still
Still kissing girls that I don’t love
Still stumbling out of these clubs
Still, I’m just so hard to trust
Don’t know why I’m still a playboy (still)
Still running ’round tryin’ to lay up
Still fucking but I wanna make love, I really want to
Don’t know why I’m still a playboy

[Verse 1]
Too many nights to remember
So many girls, I can’t count
Can’t keep track of these adventures
What has become of me now?
I thought each one was special
Oh, who am I kidding?
Why do the things feel so good?
That are so forbidden, okay
That’s enough of child’s play
I think it’s time to settle down
But the game won’t let me out

[Chorus]
Don’t know why I’m still
Still kissing girls that I don’t love
Still stumbling out of these clubs
Still, I’m just so hard to trust
Don’t know why I’m still a playboy (still)
Still running ’round tryin’ to lay up
Still fucking but I wanna make love, I really want to
Don’t know why I’m still a playboy

[Verse 2]
I’m feeling all kinds of pressure
My momma wants another grandchild
Can’t say I’m not making the effort
But these women keep calling me out
I guess I’m losing this battle
Oh, I’d be trippin’
Why do things that feel so good?
Put me in this position, okay
That’s enough of child’s play
I think it’s time to settle down (settle down)
But the game won’t let me out

[Chorus]
Don’t know why I’m still (I’m still)
Still kissing girls that I don’t love
Still stumbling out of these clubs
Still, I’m just so hard to trust
Don’t know why I’m still a playboy (still)
Still running ’round tryin’ to lay up (lay up)
Still fucking but I wanna make love, I really want to
Don’t know why I’m still a playboy

[Bridge]
Goes down way too many times in my DM
Gave me way too many signs, I ain’t see them
I just hope that I ain’t too late
I just hope that I ain’t sealed my fate
Oh baby, can I, can I pick it up?
Can I get back the love?
I really want to change my life
Girl, there’s nothing that I want more now
But the game won’t let me out

[Chorus]
Don’t know why I’m still
Still kissing girls that I don’t love
Still stumbling out of these clubs
Still, I’m just so hard to trust
Don’t know why I’m still a playboy (still)
Still running ’round tryin’ to lay up (lay up)
Still fucking but I wanna make love, I really want to
Don’t know why I’m still a playboy

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GoldLink – Summatime (feat. Wale & Radiant Children)

[Intro: Radiant Children]
Young man you’re a gonner
Caught up in California
You’ve been lookin’ for gold
But there’s nottin’ to hold
Tell me have you seen him
I want to tell’em how I’m feeling
Yeah I say (yeee)
I haven’t seen you seen you since the summatime
But you, I used to think about you all the time
Back when I was still tryin’ to make you mine
These days you don’t even know me
These days you don’t even phone me
It’s a love crime, it’s a love crime

[Verse 1:GoldLink]
Yeah she call me her hubby
She love me but she in California
Want to be the talk of the town, well move to California
Duck out just to fuck her, so nobody knows it’s California
Bottom feed me women, there’s so many they need marijuana
And some good head, and you tell’em turn they phone off
Tell them get so loose, then we catch them with their shirt off
Girl take that skirt off, now put on your work clothes
And baby put that guard down, we gonna piss the neighbors off
Then I gotta go, girl to catch you at your day job
Keep it all discreet, then I meet you in the nighttime
You smell like the summatime, finer than a glass of wine
You know that I speak in code, they don’t ever have to know
Keep it on the hush, hush Keep it on the DM
You slide down a poll, then i’m sliding down you TM
They don’t know no details, do you fine like detail
Imma blow your back out and your boyfriend get no details (yeah)

[Chorus: Radiant Children]
I haven’t seen you seen you since the summatime
But you I used to think about you all the time
Back when I was still tryin’ to make you mine
These days you don’t even know me
These days you don’t even phone me
It’s a love crime, it’s a love crime

[Verse 2:Wale]
(eeh)
She call me on her early, she yearning for it from California
I don’t got no girlfriend, but got some workers in California
I be in that [?] Cannabis California
And I be the prince of my city, bitch where my Apollonia
Been a poet that’s been preforming for deaf ears
Raf Simmons my sweat suit hear me loud clear
Back to back in a matte black
When I fuck and i call her back
When i’m stuck cause I think she left one of her glass slippers
Cinderella what’s your real intentions
You want to move to Calabasas but it’s too expensive
You want to be with Yeezy, Travis, Migos, or the Genis
You want to fuck a hunnid rappers if it gets you nearer
Keep it on the hush hush, keep it on the DL
I be in your dreams, but they be in your DMs
And my only weakness reefer or them females
Me and Goldlink second home is that 310

[Chorus: Radiant Children] (x2)
I haven’t seen you seen you since the summatime
But you I used to think of you all the time
Back when I was still tryin’ to make you mine
These days you don’t even know me
These days you don’t even phone me
It’s a love crime, it’s a love crime

[Outro]
Oooooooo (oooohhh)

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OG Boobie Black – Goin Live Lyrics

[Hook]
I’m going live on the gram
You see me with them bands
You see me every day
You got to be a fan
I’m going live on the gram
You see me when I’m shining
I’m about to show you something
So you could leave a comment
Live, live
I’m going, i’m going
Live, live
I’m going, i’m going
Live, live
I’m going, i’m going
Live, live
I’m going live

[Verse 1]
Early in the morning, I’m fucking with the gram
A message to the streets
I’m still a living man
I’m sorry for you haters, you need to get some money
Your bitch wrote on my page and told me that she love me
I see you in my DM’s
But I don’t read no DM’s
Two strippers in the bed
Go live so I could see em
I’m always in the picture I know you see me bitches
I know your status fake, you must be in your feelings

[Pre Hook]
Your hoes talking stupid
I block em like I’m super
I got a side bitch and I nicked named her tootta
I motivate my niggas to keep making that moolah
I’m always going live, nigga you see what I’m doing

[Hook]
I’m going live on the gram
You see me with them bands
You see me every day
You got to be a fan
I’m going live on the gram
You see me when I’m shining
I’m about to show you something
So you could leave a comment
Live, live
I’m going, i’m going
Live, live
I’m going, i’m going
Live, live
I’m going, i’m going
Live, live
I’m going live

[Verse 2]
I shout out all my niggas
Who juggen with the scrilla
I shout out to them bitches who comment on my pictures
I shout out all the cities
I fuck with real niggas
I’m smoking going live, might say some shit ridiculous
I see you on my line
You loving on my lingo
You comment I’m the sickest, you sending kiss and emo’s
They tagging in my name
That might just be the people
I know the feds is watching
So I don’t show my pistol

[Pre hook]
Your hoes talking stupid
I block em like I’m super
I got a side bitch and I nicked named her tootta
I motivate my niggas to keep making that moolah
I’m always going live, nigga you see what I’m doing

[Hook]
I’m going live on the gram
You see me with them bands
You see me every day
You got to be a fan
I’m going live on the gram
You see me when I’m shining
I’m about to show you something
So you could leave a comment
Live, live
I’m going, i’m going
Live, live
I’m going, i’m going
Live, live
I’m going, i’m going
Live, live
I’m going live

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Nines – Getting Money Now (One Foot Out Album)

[Hook]
We gettin’ money now, now
From the AM to the PM
All these bad bitches in my DM, yeah
They gon’ be horny when we see them
They gon’ be horny when we see them
We got money now, now
From the AM to the PM
All these bad bitches in my DM, yeah
They’ll be horny when we see them
They’ll be horny when we see them
I got money now, now

[Verse 1: Nines]
Stretchin’ keys, don’t need to give my ‘nect the P’s
Them man are still preppin’ D’s
Come through with my neck on freeze
I ain’t browsing, I’m spending G’s
Them niggas starving, soon bill a tennis court in my garden
I ain’t scared when they Yay’s touchin’ cuh it’s less risky when you pay customs
If you had my chick, you’d probably never cheat
But I be smashin’ groupies on these Fendi sheets
Them rappers can’t keep up with me
Ten racks, I blew it like a cup of tea
My nigga Jojo be in that lambo
Anywhere I go then gang go
Always wanted a penthouse
Now I treat the penthouse like a bando

[Hook]
We gettin’ money now, now
From the AM to the PM
All these bad bitches in my DM, yeah
They’ll be horny when we see them
They’ll be horny when we see them
We got money now, now
From the AM to the PM
All these bad bitches in my DM, yeah
They gon’ be horny when we see them
They gon’ be horny when we see them

[Verse 2: Nines]
Uh, whip up, made a fiend white the spoon
Hollywood lookin’ like the moon
Don’t think I’m gettin’ money now I won’t see a paigon and run him down
Now I’m on the rise
BMT, most the city love me just for being me
I went Africa, see niggas starve
Felt bad comin’ home business class
I make six figures every summer drought
Way before rap, I had one foot out
They don’t know how long I put ground work in
Now me and Skrapz soon be crowd surfing
Still riskin’ my freedom for my set
Re-up gang, I just wanna call the ‘nect
Hoes and dough nigga that’s all I get
Wasn’t like this when I was wearin’ Sports Direct

[Bridge]
We gon’ make it out the ends one day
One day, one day, one day, one day, one day
Look at where I come from
Shit’s so real, real, real

[Hook]
We gettin’ money now, now
From the AM to the PM
All these bad bitches in my DM, yeah
They’ll be horny when we see them
They’ll be horny when we see them