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Lil Yachty – CORTEX Lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah
Polishin’ a goddamn sword, you know what I’m sayin’?
Polishin’ a sword (Uh, uh, uh, uh)
Concrete Family, Concrete Industries, Concrete Boys up, always, never down
(And this beat from Cash, not from YouTube) Always

[Verse 1]
Niggas is not really killers
I seen ’em shoot up, they treat beef like heroin (Uh, uh)
Everyone wanna be kings
But niggas too soft, see, me, I got pharaoh skin
We took the drive, needed Wock’ for the low
Had to do us a call in Carrollton (Damn)
My niggas quick to reassemble your wig
I nicknamed him Tae ’cause he arrogant (Brrt)
Nut in your bitch, make her carry my kids
Treat that lil’ bitch like a surrogate (Uh)
Bought a new crib ’cause I needed more space
I call my new shit a terabyte (Uh)
Only if niggas could see what I saw
Take a walk in my shoes, they’ll feel me (God)
Dawg, if the government knew what I knew publicly
Honestly, they’d kill me (Uh)

[Chorus]
Nigga, niggas is, pussy, uh (Brr)
We gettin’, p-paper, I’m in a, Maybach
Fuckin’ your, b-bitch, yeah, hm, yeah, hm, hm
Bettin’ a million, hm, niggas can’t fuck with the boys (Us)
Pullin’ up, new Rolls Royce
Bitch on moist, feelin’ my void
Pocket full of blue like boys
Niggas too noisy, they can’t hang around (Brr)
Keep shit simple like Jjjound
Need my crown pearl like oysters (Us)
White gold shiny like quarters
Ten thousand shoes, feelin’ like hoarders, hm

[Verse 2]
Ain’t nobody gon’ check me, hm
Two hunnid thousand, I spend on a neck piece
Fuck my opps, I’m deadly (Opps)
When I die, hope they put on my tombstone
“All I wanted was respect” (Yeah)
Concrete Boy Boat, I ain’t no hoe, and that’s on my set (Us)
Went from Buddy Pass to the first class
Then we hit them jets (Uh)
Took that F&N with them big bullets, put down T-Rex (Brrt)
This ain’t book club, this ain’t study session
Can I have some sex? (Uh)
I ain’t never pressed, ever, no, baby, there is too many hoes (Yeah)
I ain’t never content with my life, I got too many goals (Yuh)
I ain’t ever naked in no club, we got too many poles uh, hm
They don’t wanna cop no za, we got too many lows (Mh)
Out in LA with my little brother, we coppin’ too many bowls

[Chorus]
Nigga, niggas is, pussy, uh (Brr)
We gettin’, p-paper, I’m in a, Maybach
Fuckin’ your, b-bitch, yeah, hm, yeah, hm, hm
Bettin’ a million (Slatt), hm, niggas can’t fuck with the boys (Us)
Pullin’ up, new Rolls Royce
Bitch on moist, feelin’ my void
Pocket full of blue like boys
Niggas too noisy, they can’t hang around (Damn)
Keep shit simple like Jjjound
Need my crown pearl like oysters (Free)
White gold shiny like quarters
Ten thousand shoes, feelin’ like hoarders (Us, pussy)

[Outro]
Us, bitch
Went crazy
Damn

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Wheezy – Guillotine Lyrics (feat. Future & Yo Gotti)

[Intro: Future]
(Wheezy outta here)
Yeah (Yeah)
Yeah (Yeah)
Yeah (Yeah)
Yeah (Yeah)
Yeah (Yeah)

[Chorus: Future]
I made a bitch disappear like Houdini
She ride on me just like a new Lamborghini
Took a few links out the Rolex, I feel like a god, [?] Jeezy
Everywhere I go bitches call me a king
Count so much money gotta bring the machine
Sticks like Hibachi the one with the beam
F&N out, duckin’ agency
Sleepin’ on me, crank the car with no key
Usually I’m pourin’ up exotic tеa
Drinkin’ on O with a bad lil’ freak
Trappin’ [?] got the white and green
Coast to coast, flippin’ еxotic teams
I hit your hoe in the trap with the lean
Have a hell of time whenever we link
Haulin’ our way to the Philippines

[Verse 1: Future]
Purchase ammo for my guillotine
Do what I did and I got me some things I ain’t never seen
Pourin’ it up like it’s caffeine
Came out the gutter, word up to my mother
I came out the gutter to a magazine
Scraped in the field ‘fore they catchin’ these stains
In the field and you know I’m not an athlete
Benjamin Franklins done got in my pockets, done got in my veins, they done got in my pores
Surf in Australia, surf in America, surf in [the Stella long?], surf in Dior
Rich nigga, f*cked that bitch just like I’m poor
Stars on the ceilin’, Rolls Royce on the floor
Stars on the ceilin’, Rolls Royce on the floor

[Chorus: Future & Yo Gotti]
I made a bitch disappear like Houdini
She ride on me just like a new Lamborghini
Took a few links out the Rolex, I feel like a god, [?] Jeezy
Everywhere I go bitches call me a king
Count so much money gotta bring the machine
Sticks like Hibachi the one with the beam
F&N out, duckin’ agency

Sleepin’ on me, crank the car with no key
Usually I’m pourin’ up exotic tea
Drinkin’ on O with a bad lil’ freak
Trappin’ [?] got the white and green
Coast to coast, flippin’ exotic teams
I hit your hoe in the trap with the lean
Have a hell of time whenever we link (Yeah)
Haulin’ our way to the Philippines

[Verse 2: Yo Gotti]
I’m true to the game, I never been lame
I got her a Rolls truck, iced out her chain
Put dirt on my name, I knock out your brain
I’m burnin’ her head in the new Mulsanne
These ain’t baguette, they emerald cuts
Got a new bitch, she a bougie lil’ slut
Ain’t no meetin’ with me unless it’s millions and up
Ain’t no kickin’ with me ‘less the bitch wanna f*ck
Had choppers in the bando, you already know that
Ask about me, you know I’m somewhere where your hoe at
Turn me up, throwback
And you know it’s f*ck 12, gotta know that (Your heard me)
I made that bitch disappear like Houdini
She gave me head in that new Lamborghini
You bought her Birkin, I bought the bikini
This Patek a one-of-one, you never seen it

[Chorus: Future]
I made a bitch disappear like Houdini
She ride on me just like a new Lamborghini
Took a few links out the Rolex, I feel like a god, [?] Jeezy
Everywhere I go bitches call me a king
Count so much money gotta bring the machine
Sticks like Hibachi the one with the beam
F&N out, duckin’ agency
Sleepin’ on me, crank the car with no key
Usually I’m pourin’ up exotic tea
Drinkin’ on O with a bad lil’ freak
Trappin’ [?] got the white and green
Coast to coast, flippin’ exotic teams
I hit your hoe in the trap with the lean
Have a hell of time whenever we link
Haulin’ our way to the Philippines

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Kodak Black – I Wanna Live Lyrics

Play this song

[Chorus]
I want the Rolls Royce truck, I’m in a Mustang
Already showed my ass, now I let my nuts hang
I want a whip, I want a new crib, I want that money, man
I want to live, I want to chill, I want a bunch of things
I want the Rolls Royce truck, I’m in a Mustang
Already showed my ass, now I let my nuts hang
I want a whip, I want a crib, I want that money, man
I want to live, I want to chill, I want a bunch of things

[Verse 1]
I’m tryna run my money up, I’m tryna die slow
My uncle knew I was a star, he call my maestro
I’m blowin’ jet fuels pack, I’m blowin’ nitro
I’m tryna pull the roof back and live life though
I wanna peal off in the Coupe, like grapefruit
I ain’t fuckin’ with that ho’, that bitch disgraceful
She just want me to come and hit it, like I’m Babe Ruth
She just wanna come and eat me, like Baby Ruth

[Chorus]
I want the Rolls Royce truck, I’m in a Mustang
Already showed my ass, now I let my nuts hang
I want a whip, I want a new crib, I want that money, man
I want to live, I want to chill, I want a bunch of things
I want the Rolls Royce truck, I’m in a Mustang
Already showed my ass, now I let my nuts hang
I want a whip, I want a crib, I want that money, man
I want to live, I want to chill, I want a bunch of things

[Verse 2]
I sacrifice, I risk my life, I love this shit, I do it twice
That boy just came back home from jail, he clutchin’ already
So many days, so many nights, I got a chop, I earned my stripes
I pour my soul out on the mic, I hope God hear me
I’m goin’ in, ain’t got no friends, I keep it all business
Can’t none of these bitches hold it down, but they all pretty
I’m tryna get up out the streets, I want a hundred milly
I want my diamonds on fleek, I’m tryna be litty

[Chorus]
I want the Rolls Royce truck, I’m in a Mustang
Already showed my ass, now I let my nuts hang
I want a whip, I want a new crib, I want that money, man
I want to live, I want to chill, I want a bunch of things
I want the Rolls Royce truck, I’m in a Mustang
Already showed my ass, now I let my nuts hang
I want a whip, I want a crib, I want that money, man
I want to live, I want to chill, I want a bunch of things

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YoungBoy Never Broke Again – I Expect You Lyrics

Play this song

[Intro]
(DY Krazy)
Yeah
Oh, oh, oh
Yeah, ayy, ayy

[Pre-Chorus]
Nights, I’m energized
Boppin’ with my head down, I’m [?] in my mind
And she know I won’t be with her but she wanna waste my time
I can’t hold her when I sleep with her, the fact that I’m so slime
And she know I’m a real Don Dada
Check out how you do me
This feeling here ain’t right, girl, you might as well just shoot me
I backed off from the high pedal, know these bitches use me
I know that they gon’ love me at all they don’t approve me

[Chorus]
I expect you to be hеre for me
I expеct you to be there when I’m lonely
I can’t risk, how you ridin’ for me
Not impressed ’til you all up on me
Yeah, ah
When I’m lonely, yeah, ah, hmm
Yeah, ah
When I’m lonely, yeah, ah, hmm

[Verse]
If I wanna came up, you won’t even hide her
She was a goblin and ain’t no one advise me
Your ass I keep it gutta, you can’t say you ever got me
I can drive and shoot this cutta you better buss, they pull on sight (Bah, bah)
I need, you to get that bag approved, get that Rolls Royce
Inside me, a cold heart, I don’t care ’bout what these hoes thought
Too many times, I move, been a victim of who can’t play they part
Played my cards and I push to start
Why you ain’t here? This one is hard
Always ridin’ alone, gon’ be the same when I leave
And this time I’m on, make me insane and I can’t be with them
Time out, calm down, I won’t do this with you
Lash out then I’m wrong, I ain’t paintin’ that picture
Yeah, ah
When I’m lonely, yeah, ah, hmm
Yeah, ah
When I’m lonely, yeah, ah, hmm

[Pre-Chorus]
Nights, I’m energized
Boppin’ with my head down, my route in my mind
And she know I won’t be with her but she wanna waste my time
I can’t hold her when I sleep with her, the fact that I’m so slime
And she know I’m a real Don Dada
Check out how you do me
This feeling here ain’t right, girl, you might as well just shoot me
I backed off from the high pedal, know these bitches use me
I know that they gon’ love me at all they don’t approve me

[Chorus]
I expect you to be here for me
I expect you to be there when I’m lonely
I can’t risk, how you ridin’ for me
Not impressed ’til you all up on me

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Gunna – Rockstar Bikers & Chains Lyrics

[Intro]
(Wheezy outta here)
Woo, woo
Woo (Yeah)
Woo
Woo, woo
Yeah

[Chorus]
Rockstar life, bikers and chains (Chains)
One carat drip down my fang (Fang)
Drugs runnin’ deep through my vein (Woo)
I’m takin’ drugs, healin’ the pain (Woo)
Let the paint drip on my main (My main, woo)
Let the paint drip, me and Wave (Wave, woo)
I got more whips than a slave (Slave, woo)
Huh, safety deposit at Chase (Yeah)

[Verse 1]
Copped the wrap on that bitch, got it matted (Yeah)
They doubted, didn’t think it would happen (Yeah)
Thank God that He blessed me with talent (Thank God, yeah)
My new bitch I got, she done been in the pageant (Yeah)
She sexy and so charismatic (Yeah, uh)
I hope it’s a bulletproof vest in that jacket (Yeah)
I keep the drumstick like it’s Madden (Yeah)
(I keep the drumstick like it’s Madden)
In need of that cash like a addict (Addict, woo)
Told her, “Pull up,” and sent her the addy (Pull up, woo)
Young GunWunna gon’ keep him a baddie (Young Wunna, woo)
I’m a rockstar and a god of the fashion (Uh, woo)
Can’t see you, these lights steady flashin’ (Woo)
Raised the bar for my niggas, now we livin’ legends (Wunna)
Just look at how we livin’ lavish (Just look at how we livin’ lavish)

[Chorus]
Rockstar life, bikers and chains (Chains)
One carat drip down my fang (Fang)
Drugs runnin’ deep through my vein (Woo)
I’m takin’ drugs, healin’ the pain (Woo)
Let the paint drip on my main (My main, woo)
Let the paint drip, me and Wave (Wave, woo)
I got more whips than a slave (Slave, woo)
Huh, safety deposit at Chase (Yeah)

[Verse 2]
I want the fortune, not fame (Yeah)
Run it up, go buy the Lamb’ truck (Uh)
The Porsche, the Rolls Royce and the ‘Vette and the Range (‘Vette and the Range)
Niggas don’t play ’cause they know we gon’ bust (Nah)
We pull up, bullets rainin’ like rain (Rain)
They drip ’cause of us, they ain’t keepin’ up (Nah)
I switch it up, leather jackets and chains (Woo)
(I switch it up, leather jackets and chains)
Uh, rockstar life, bikers and chains (Woo)
Uh, you don’t want smoke with the gang (Woo)
F&N, spittin’ out flames (Woo)
Uh, I bring the heat like La Flame (Woo)
Came from the south but I ain’t Tity 2 Chainz
Shady baby, born and raised (Yeah)
I been puttin’ on like way back in the day
The price tag only thing that changed (Yeah)

[Outro]
Woo, woo
Woo, yeah, yeah
Woo
Woo, woo

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Lil Kim – Took Us A Break

[Hook]
We took us a break but we back now
Ain’t nothing gon’ throw off this cash cow
I pull up and skrrt in that foreign thang
All I see is the streets when we back out
Took us a break but we back now
Back in this bitch with a bag now
Sour niggas stay hating on us
And the bitter bitches, got ’em mad now

[Post-Hook]
Ain’t nothing more important than this money, baby
Counting nothing but 20s, 50s and these 100s, baby
Ain’t nothing more important than this money, baby
Ain’t nothing more important than this money, baby

[Verse 1]
Landing jets at the border
Rolls Royce is my taxi to the hotels on the water
Quarter mill when I’m landing, nigga
Killing ’em slow, then torture
Rented out the whole top floor
Penthouse just for my daughter
You broke bitches out of order
I’m a bad bitch with some old money
Yeah, I’m balling but I want some more money
Pop the Lamborghini in the living room
Elevated to the master room
My rooftop got a rooftop
Bomb pussy, that’s a boombox
Buscemi this, Givenchy that
Spent a rack on some Gucci tube socks
In Dubai I’m skiing in the summer
Surfing waves in the winter time
They calling me the young gunner
The way I body these jeans is such a crime
They got a love-hate type of thang for me
When it come to Kim there’s no thinner line
Got bigger fish to fry
Eat you so called sharks at dinner time

[Hook]
We took us a break but we back now
Ain’t nothing gon’ throw off this cash cow
I pull up and skrrt in that foreign thang
All I see is the streets when we back out
Took us a break but we back now
Back in this bitch with a bag now
Sour niggas stay hating on us
[Lyrics from: https:/lyrics.az/lil-kim/-/took-us-a-break.html]
And the bitter bitches, got ’em mad now

[Post-Hook]
Ain’t nothing more important than this money, baby
Counting nothing but 20s, 50s and these 100s, baby
Ain’t nothing more important than this money, baby
Ain’t nothing more important than this money, baby

[Bridge]
One, zero, zero, zero, bitch, then a comma
Zero, zero, zero, zero, bitch

[Verse 2]
We took us a break but we back now
Bitter bitches, got ’em mad now
Sour niggas stay hating on me
‘Cause I’m hanging clothes from these racks now
I was raised in a school of hard knocks
These bitches is class clowns
Giving y’all my old clothes
My old flows, like hand-me-downs
I see ya watching my Snap
Tryna see what else you could jack
100 grand with the cheese in the trap
Better catch me a rat
[?]
Pussy nigga give a lap dance
Black and yellow Rari, that’s a beehive
Eat up the Ghost like Pac Man
Man, I love them two-seaters
Killing shit like the Reaper
Buying shit for no reason
It’s always Lil’ Kim season

[Hook]
We took us a break but we back now
Ain’t nothing gon’ throw off this cash cow
I pull up and skrrt in that foreign thang
All I see is the streets when we back out
Took us a break but we back now
Back in this bitch with a bag now
Sour niggas stay hating on us
And the bitter bitches, got ’em mad now

[Post-Hook]
Ain’t nothing more important than this money, baby
Counting nothing but 20s, 50s and these 100s, baby
Ain’t nothing more important than this money, baby
Ain’t nothing more important than this money, baby

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LIL KIM – Took Us On Break lyrics

[Hook]
We took us a break but we back now
Ain’t nothing gon’ throw off this cash cow
I pull up and skrrt in that foreign thang
All I see is the streets when we back out
Took us a break but we back now
Back in this bitch with a bag now
Sour niggas stay hating on us
And the bitter bitches, got ’em mad now

[Post-Hook]
Ain’t nothing more important than this money, baby
Counting nothing but 20s, 50s and these 100s, baby
Ain’t nothing more important than this money, baby
Ain’t nothing more important than this money, baby

[Verse 1]
Landing jets at the border
Rolls Royce is my taxi to the hotels on the water
Quarter mill when I’m landing, nigga
Killing ’em slow, then torture
Rented out the whole top floor
Penthouse just for my daughter
You broke bitches out of order
I’m a bad bitch with some old money
Yeah, I’m balling but I want some more money
Pop the Lamborghini in the living room
Elevated to the master room
My rooftop got a rooftop
Bomb n*gger, that’s a boombox
Buscemi this, Givenchy that
Spent a rack on some Gucci tube socks
In Dubai I’m skiing in the summer
Surfing waves in the winter time
They calling me the young gunner
The way I body these jeans is such a crime
They got a love-hate type of thang for me
When it come to Kim there’s no thinner line
Got bigger fish to fry
Eat you so called sharks at dinner time

[Hook]
We took us a break but we back now
Ain’t nothing gon’ throw off this cash cow
I pull up and skrrt in that foreign thang
All I see is the streets when we back out
Took us a break but we back now
Back in this bitch with a bag now
Sour niggas stay hating on us
And the bitter bitches, got ’em mad now

[Post-Hook]
Ain’t nothing more important than this money, baby
Counting nothing but 20s, 50s and these 100s, baby
Ain’t nothing more important than this money, baby
Ain’t nothing more important than this money, baby

[Bridge]
One, zero, zero, zero, bitch, then a comma
Zero, zero, zero, zero, bitch

[Verse 2]
We took us a break but we back now
Bitter bitches, got ’em mad now
Sour niggas stay hating on me
‘Cause I’m hanging clothes from these racks now
I was raised in a school of hard knocks
These bitches is class clowns
Giving y’all my old clothes
My old flows, like hand-me-downs
I see ya watching my Snap
Tryna see what else you could jack
100 grand with the cheese in the trap
Better catch me a rat
[?]
Pussy nigga give a lap dance
Black and yellow Rari, that’s a beehive
Eat up the Ghost like Pac Man
Man, I love them two-seaters
Killing sh*t like the Reaper
Buying sh*t for no reason
It’s always Lil’ Kim season

[Hook]
We took us a break but we back now
Ain’t nothing gon’ throw off this cash cow
I pull up and skrrt in that foreign thang
All I see is the streets when we back out
Took us a break but we back now
Back in this bitch with a bag now
Sour niggas stay hating on us
And the bitter bitches, got ’em mad now

[Post-Hook]
Ain’t nothing more important than this money, baby
Counting nothing but 20s, 50s and these 100s, baby
Ain’t nothing more important than this money, baby
Ain’t nothing more important than this money, baby

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Lupe Fiasco – KJazz

[Intro: Lupe Fiasco]
If you rolling around Los Angeles right now
This one right here is for you (keep it true)
And they say, and they say, and they say, and they say, now
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

[Verse 1: Lupe Fiasco]
Sunsets Los Angeles undressed like
The sky put on a skirt to hurt the slum sets
Then hit Hollywood boulevard like spars
Light taps that fight back, high heels covered in stars
Lounge gowns standing downtown up in W. Dubois’
Rolls Royce, Choice, the Hoist, and other comfortable cars
Shooting club doormans, speaking love of the warfare
What we’re doing is ordering Ubers to Soho JoJo, everything is bizarre
Malibu and [?} sitting lonely in the Rolex when these Denny’s mirage
In-N-Out bagels, Katsu your crab rolls, Easter laid food trucks, bossa nova mastros
Half-glued eyes on the night time wide search
Chanel purse gone down on the I-5 side
More holla hill shops, house party chill spots
Valley versus ills in the south central will shops
Saudi’s versus Persians, Hasidic temples [?]
Santa Monica helicopters and Compton KJazz

KJazz
[Outro: Lupe Fiasco]

If you see nighttime out there, tell her I said hello
Kjazz

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FUTURE – Real Love lyrics

[Intro: Future]
I bet she love
I bet she love, love
I bet she

[Pre-Chorus: Young Thug]
It’s true I said I love you but I didn’t promise
We came from grippin’ the K’s, our fingers got bunions
Keep adding on keys to my door
And we made love

[Chorus: Young Thug]
All this fake love got me damaged
I can’t take it, I just popped another xanny
I’m f*ckin’ on your bitch when I land in the states from another planet
Fly as a bitch when I make mistakes and I don’t plan it, yeah

[Post-Chorus: Young Thug & Future]
Yeah, I bet she loves me (I bet she loves me)
I bet she loves me (I bet she loves me, I bet she loves me)

[Verse 1: Young Thug]
Show me the love to my friends bitch
I dropped the top out the Benz
Been rockin’ since creme de la creme, yeah
I know we never go in
I tat the footprint of my kids, ayy
Life of recess
Starvin’ to the ceilings
Can’t forget, my big brother called me home from a bid, yeah
Turbo nine eleven coupe for the ridge
Turbo nine eleven coupe for the ridge
I f*cked her friend, I would never tell her
I feed the swoop peanut butter jelly
Up a hundred mil, let my nigga tell it
Up a hundred mil
I done cracked the seal, let these haters tell it
But I cracked the seal
I can get ’em killed, yeah Kill Bill
And I got diamonds from my toes up to my ears
Yeah I got an implant inside, took off the goodyears
Yeah I got red diamond on the eye ring, not tears
Got the shirt off in the Rolls Royce, yeah
Put a hole on the killtech, ’cause I ain’t tryna get killed yet, umm

[Interlude: Future]
I bet she love
I bet she love, love
I bet she love me

[Chorus: Young Thug]
All this fake love got me damaged
I can’t take it, I just popped another xanny
I’m f*ckin’ on your bitch when I land in the states from another planet
Fly as a bitch when I make mistakes and I don’t plan it, yeah

[Verse 2: Future]
I don’t give a f*ck about big homie, I’m big homie ’round here
I’m rockin’ blue diamonds, ain’t nothin’ to get ya killed
You gonna get scarred, you don’t get eternal life (I bet, yeah)
Ballin out for X before I rolled dice, (I bet, yeah)
The agent just called and said the Hawks was available, I’m ready
You’re all about the hawk nigga, that G5 is calling you (it’s callin’ you)
It’s pink way more than I ever imagined (imagined)
I done measured it so I’m higher than Aladin (leggo)
No swaps out, I’m undecided whenever I pop out
I had the swerve for four years, I’m still under forty thousand miles
Bought the Bentley coupe and a bedspread on the same day
She drove the GTF, fell in love with it the same day
She told me it was her favorite car, she dreamed about it
I couldn’t walk away, my ego all in the way
I dropped cash on it, she told me she loved me even more (Freebandz)
These photos and quaaludes, they got me dehydrated
Turn on me, sue me, now nothing seems to amaze me
I left on a commercial flight and downgraded
If I can change anything I wouldn’t erase it (I wouldn’t erase it)
Came back on a private plane and upgraded (I made it)
It had to be destiny, it had to be the recipe
It had to be the formula, I’m not normal
I told you (I told you)
If you woulda took the flesh out me (took the flesh out me)
You woulda ran off with it and tried to convince me it was karma
(I bet she love)

[Chorus: Young Thug]
All this fake love got me damaged
I can’t take it, I just popped another xanny
I’m f*ckin’ on your bitch when I land in the states from another planet
Fly as a bitch when I make mistakes and I don’t plan it, yeah

[Outro: Future]
I bet she love, love
I bet she love, love
I bet she
I bet she love

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Future – Real Love lyrics

[Intro: Future]
I bet she love
I bet she love, love
I bet she

[Pre-Chorus: Young Thug]
It’s true I said I love you but I didn’t promise
We came from grippin’ the K’s, our fingers got bunions
Keep adding on keys to my door
And we made love

[Chorus: Young Thug]
All this fake love got me damaged
I can’t take it, I just popped another xanny
I’m f*ckin’ on your bitch when I land in the states from another planet
Fly as a bitch when I make mistakes and I don’t plan it, yeah

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[Post-Chorus: Young Thug & Future]
Yeah, I bet she loves me (I bet she loves me)
I bet she loves me (I bet she loves me, I bet she loves me)

[Verse 1: Young Thug]
Show me the love to my friends bitch
I dropped the top out the Benz
Been rockin’ since creme de la creme, yeah
I know we never go in
I tat the footprint of my kids, ayy
Life of recess
Starvin’ to the ceilings
Can’t forget, my big brother called me home from a bid, yeah
Turbo nine eleven coupe for the ridge
Turbo nine eleven coupe for the ridge
I f*cked her friend, I would never tell her
I feed the swoop peanut butter jelly
Up a hundred mil, let my nigga tell it
Up a hundred mil
I done cracked the seal, let these haters tell it
But I cracked the seal
I can get ’em killed, yeah Kill Bill
And I got diamonds from my toes up to my ears
Yeah I got an implant inside, took off the goodyears
Yeah I got red diamond on the eye ring, not tears
Got the shirt off in the Rolls Royce, yeah
Put a hole on the killtech, ’cause I ain’t tryna get killed yet, umm

[Interlude: Future]
I bet she love
I bet she love, love
I bet she love me

[Chorus: Young Thug]
All this fake love got me damaged
I can’t take it, I just popped another xanny
I’m f*ckin’ on your bitch when I land in the states from another planet
Fly as a bitch when I make mistakes and I don’t plan it, yeah

[Verse 2: Future]
I don’t give a f*ck about big homie, I’m big homie ’round here
I’m rockin’ blue diamonds, ain’t nothin’ to get ya killed
You gonna get scarred, you don’t get eternal life (I bet, yeah)
Ballin out for X before I rolled dice, (I bet, yeah)
The agent just called and said the Hawks was available, I’m ready
You’re all about the hawk nigga, that G5 is calling you (it’s callin’ you)
It’s pink way more than I ever imagined (imagined)
I done measured it so I’m higher than Aladin (leggo)
No swaps out, I’m undecided whenever I pop out
I had the swerve for four years, I’m still under forty thousand miles
Bought the Bentley coupe and a bedspread on the same day
She drove the GTF, fell in love with it the same day
She told me it was her favorite car, she dreamed about it
I couldn’t walk away, my ego all in the way
I dropped cash on it, she told me she loved me even more (Freebandz)
These photos and quaaludes, they got me dehydrated
Turn on me, sue me, now nothing seems to amaze me
I left on a commercial flight and downgraded
If I can change anything I wouldn’t erase it (I wouldn’t erase it)
Came back on a private plane and upgraded (I made it)
It had to be destiny, it had to be the recipe
It had to be the formula, I’m not normal
I told you (I told you)
If you woulda took the flesh out me (took the flesh out me)
You woulda ran off with it and tried to convince me it was karma
(I bet she love)

[Chorus: Young Thug]
All this fake love got me damaged
I can’t take it, I just popped another xanny
I’m f*ckin’ on your bitch when I land in the states from another planet
Fly as a bitch when I make mistakes and I don’t plan it, yeah

[Outro: Future]
I bet she love, love
I bet she love, love
I bet she
I bet she love

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D.R.A.M. – Gilligan (feat. A$AP Rocky & Juicy J) (Uncesored)

Big headed, long stick
Fucked up, turnt too
Do it big headed, long stick
Turnt up, turnt too

Gone off the shit again, that’s just how I live
Lost just like Gilligan on my own island
Gone off the shit again, lost just like Gilligan
Gone off the shit again, ay, lost just like Gilligan, ay
Gone off the shit again, yeah, ay
Lost just like Gilligan, ay, ay
Gone off the shit again, ay, lost just like Gilligan, ay
Gone off the shit again, ay, lost just like

Look, I got hella shit
Take a whip, peep these molly rocks
I got diamonds, too
Bought a few, but they still like to swipe
Bitch, don’t call my bluff
If you want one, then meet me at the crib
You know what it is
Put your phone on off, give your phone to him, okay, cool
Girl, your ‘fro so soft, ooh, look at your friend, tryna be rude
Get put in your place and that’s out my place
So please, be nice
All this in your face, you can’t get out my face
We know your type

Gone off the shit again, that’s just how I live
Lost just like Gilligan on my own island
Gone off the shit again, lost just like Gilligan
Gone off the shit again, ay, lost just like Gilligan, ay
Gone off the shit again, yeah, ay
Lost just like Gilligan, ay, ay
Gone off the shit again, ay, lost just like Gilligan, ay
Gone off the shit again, ay, lost just like

I got hella racks in my safe, got stars in my Wraith
I got stripper hoes snortin’ blow, dancin’ at my place
I got hella pounds from the plug that I’m ’bout to face
Three Six Mafia probably fuck yo mama back in ’98
Sippin’ on purple rain like champagne
Niggas gon’ make a toast
And that weed and shit that you passin’
If a nigga don’t choke
Rolls Royce, I’m flying, sauces drippin’
Same color as the smoke
Thousand niggas with me, in the street
Nigga look like the Pope (Oh shit, nigga!)

Gone off the shit again, that’s just how I live
Lost just like Gilligan on my own island
Gone off the shit again, lost just like Gilligan
Gone off the shit again, ay, lost just like Gilligan, ay
Gone off the shit again, yeah, ay
Lost just like Gilligan, ay, ay
Gone off the shit again, ay, lost just like Gilligan, ay
Gone off the shit again, ay, lost just like

Gilligan lost, turned trill again
Need a vitamin, wait a min’
Better yet, a Ritalin for my adrenaline
If I’m up in my feelings, better pay the man
Like motherfuck a middle man
Like I’m the shits with the shits
Fuck another nigga bitch again off the shits again
Island boy like I’m Dominican
On repeat like a ceiling fan
All pink like I’m Killa Cam
Palms, feet, let her feel the sand
On the beach like I’m finna tan
Black and proud like a brother man
Make it rain like the weatherman
Bust your head, fuck a settlement
Captain save and never sell again

Gone off the shit again, that’s just how I live
Lost just like Gilligan on my own island
Gone off the shit again, lost just like Gilligan
Gone off the shit again, ay, lost just like Gilligan, ay
Gone off the shit again, yeah, ay
Lost just like Gilligan, ay, ay
Gone off the shit again, ay, lost just like Gilligan, ay
Gone off the shit again, ay, lost just like

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Gilligan – Dram feat. Asap Rocky lyrics

Lyrics Dram – Gilligan

Big headed, long stick
F*cked up, turnt, too
Do it big headed, long stick
Turnt up, turnt, too.
Gone off the s**t again, that’s just how I live
Lost just like Gilligan on my own island
Gone off the s**t again, lost just like Gilligan
Gone off the s**t again, ayy, lost just like Gilligan, ayy
Gone off the s**t again, yeah, ayy
Lost just like Gilligan, ayy, ayy
Gone off the s**t again, ayy, lost just like Gilligan, ayy
Gone off the s**t again, ayy, lost just like.

Look, I got hella s**t
Take a whip, peep these molly rocks
I got diamonds, too
Bought a few, but they still like to swipe
b*tch, don’t call my bluff
If you want one, then meet me at the crib
You know what it is
Put your phone on off, give your phone to him, okay, cool
Girl, your fro so soft, ooh, look at your friend, tryna be rude
Get put in your place and that’s out my place
So please, be nice versuri-lyrics.info
All this in your face, you can’t get out my face
We know your type.

Gone off the s**t again, that’s just how I live
Lost just like Gilligan on my own island
Gone off the s**t again, lost just like Gilligan
Gone off the s**t again, ayy, lost just like Gilligan, ayy
Gone off the s**t again, yeah, ayy
Lost just like Gilligan, ayy, ayy
Gone off the s**t again, ayy, lost just like Gilligan, ayy
Gone off the s**t again, ayy, lost just like.

I got hella racks in my safe, got stars in my Wraith
I got stripper h**s snortin’ blow, dancin’ in my place
I got hella pounds from the plug that I’m ’bout to face
Three Six Mafia probably f*ck yo mama back in ’98
Sippin’ on purple rain like champagne
Niggas gon make a toast
And that weed and s**t that you passin’
If a nigga don’t choke
Rolls Royce, I’m flying, sauces drippin’
Same color as the smoke
Thousand niggas with it in the street
Nigga look like the Pope
(Oh s**t, nigga!)

Gone off the s**t again, that’s just how I live
Lost just like Gilligaaan on my own island
Gone off the s**t again, lost just like Gilligaaan
Gone off the s**t again, ayy, lost just like Gilligaaan, ayy
Gone off the s**t again, yeah, ayy
Lost just like Gilligaaan, ayy, ayy
Gone off the s**t again, ayy, lost just like Gilligaaan, ayy
Gone off the s**t again, ayy, lost just like.

Gilligan lost, turned trill again
Need a vitamin, wait a min’
Better yet, a ritalin for my adrenaline
If I’m up in my feelings, better pay the man
Like motherf*ck a middle man
Like I’m the shits with the shits
f*ck another nigga b*tch again off the shits again
Island boy like I’m Dominican
On repeat like a ceiling fan
All pink like I’m Killa Cam
Palms, feet and let ’em feel the sand
On the beach like I’m finna tan
Black and proud like the brother man
Make it rain like the weatherman
Bust your head, f*ck a settlement
Got to save and never sell again.

Gone off the s**t again, that’s just how I live
Lost just like Gilligaaan on my own island
Gone off the s**t again, lost just like Gilligaaan
Gone off the s**t again, ayy, lost just like Gilligaaan, ayy
Gone off the s**t again, yeah, ayy
Lost just like Gilligaaan, ayy, ayy
Gone off the s**t again, ayy, lost just like Gilligaaan, ayy
Gone off the s**t again, ayy, lost just likeee.
Dram lyrics
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FERGIE – Hungry lyrics

This special, biggest, global
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

[Verse 1: Fergie]
To say it’s complicated, understatement of the year
Well maybe conflict made it a new flavor in your ear
They know that I’m a problem, that’s why everybody scared
Whatever doesn’t kill you, can make you an ill-ionaire
Uh, just turn the headphones up or make the windows roll up
I make they hands go up
When I show up and I blow it ’til I’m full up, wait, hold up
Girl up in the mirror, only one I fear, uh
You say you the realest, I told you I’m the illest

[Chorus: Fergie]
Sick, sick, mmm
Hungry, starving
Not thirsty, just hungry
Ambitious, still hungry
Still hungry

[Verse 2: Rick Ross]
I’m moonwalking on marble floors
Rick Ross, I’m just drippin’ sauce
Bitches see me and they all just wave
Rolls Royce and we call this Wraith
I fuck up money like I’m Escobar
Ballin’, ballin’, Kobe Bryant, that boy living large
No room for medium, that means you thinkin’ small
Ferrari, Fergie, switching gears, she rockin’ with a boss
I close my eyes, I must be telepathic
Look over haters, tripling my assets
It takes courage to accomplish these things
Fergie’s my queen, I’m the king, now come kiss on our rings

[Chorus: Fergie & Rick Ross]
Sick, sick, mmm
Hungry
El Chapo
Starving
Rinzel
Not thirsty, just hungry
Ferrari Fergie
Ambitious, still hungry
Still hungry

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Hungry – Fergie feat. Rick Ross lyrics

Lyrics Fergie – Hungry

To say it’s complicated, understatement of the year
Well maybe conflict made it a new flavor in your ear
They know that I’m a problem, that’s why everybody scared
Whatever doesn’t kill you, can make you an I’ll-ionaire
Uh, just turn the headphones up or make the windows roll up
I make they hands go up versuri-lyrics.info
When I show up and I blow it ’til I’m full up, wait, hold up
Girl up in the mirror, only one I fear, uh
You say you the realest, I told you I’m the illest.(hungry)

Sick, sick, mmmmmhh
Hungry, starving
Not thirsty, just hungryyy
Ambitious, still hungryyy
Still hungry.

I’m moonwalking on marble floors
Rick Ross, I’m just drippin’ sauce
Bitches see me and they all just wave
Rolls Royce and we call this Wraith
I f**k up money like I’m Escobar
Ballin’, ballin’, Kobe Bryant, that boy living large
No room for medium, that means you thinkin’ small
Ferrari, Fergie, switching gears, she rockin’ with a boss
I close my eyes, I must be telepathic
Look over haters, tripling my assets
It takes courage to accomplish these things
Fergie’s my queen, I’m the king, now come kiss on our rings.

Sick, sick, mmmhh
Hungry
El Chapo
Starving
Rinzel
Not thirsty, just hungryyy
Ferrari Fergie
Ambitious, still hungryyy
Still hungryyy.
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Tyga – Supermodel Lyrics

[Hook: Justin Bieber}
Woah, woah, woah
You can be my supermodel (supermodel)
You can be my supermodel (supermodel)
You can be my supermodel (supermodel)
Oh the way you strut your shit
You can be my supermodel (supermodel)
Oh I wanna take your pic

[Verse 1: Justin Bieber]
Oh it’s like 3 in the morning
And you see me looking at ya
Ooh I just can’t control it
Come over here so I can see you better
I don’t want you to leave
Baby you and me should be together
Spend the night with me yeah

[Pre – Hook: Justin Bieber}
I’m talking ’bout first class treat babe
Starting this evening baby
Tell me what you need and I’ll pay
Even though I know that you don’t need anything
I’m talking ’bout first class treatment babe
Starting this evening baby
Tell me what you need and I’ll pay
Even though I know that you don’t need anything

[Verse 2: Justin Bieber]
I can pick you up in the Rolls Royce
Anywhere you wanna go it’s your choice
Promise that I’m nothing like them other boys]]
Soundz drop that beat just to make noise
Just to make noise
Soundz drop that beat just to make noise
Just to make noise
Soundz drop that beat just to make noise

[Pre – Hook: Justin Bieber}
I’m talking ’bout first class treatment babe
Starting this evening baby
Tell me what you need and I’ll pay
Even though I know that you don’t need anything
I’m talking ’bout first class treatment babe
Starting this evening baby
Tell me what you need and I’ll pay
Even though I know that you don’t need anything

Be my supermodel (supermodel)
The way you strut your shit
You can be my supermodel (supermodel)
Oh I wanna take your pic

[Verse 3: Tyga]
Pretty I mean pretty exactly where I’m from
Ah you still with me?
I’m your new bad boy ball no biggie

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Gucci Mane & Ralo – Never Going Broke (feat. Young Dolph) (Ralo Laflare Album)

[Intro: Ralo]
Uh, you know
I’m the only rapper don’t need no show money
You dig what I’m sayin’
Ralo, woo
Famgoon

[Verse 1: Ralo]
The pack in, I’m back in, fuck a backend
A black man running shit like I’m Batman
You can’t even get the leprechaun to craft this chain
You rap niggas get behind the bars, I bet they fame
Fuck a bank account, I carry cash in large amounts
These rappers rappin’ ’bout them bricks but never sold an ounce
If you meet these niggas you’ll see why I treat these niggas
I can’t believe I was a kid that wanted to be these niggas

[Chorus: Ralo]
I ain’t goin’ broke
If you ever see me you won’t never see me broke
Before I sold a CD you would see me sellin’ dope
Don’t you look too hard ’cause he might see me with his ho
I ain’t goin’ broke
I ain’t goin’ broke
If you ever see me you won’t never see me broke
Before I sold a CD you would see me sellin’ dope
Don’t you look too hard ’cause he might see me with his ho
I ain’t goin’ broke

[Verse 2: Young Dolph]
I can’t do it, I can’t go, nah never
Goin’ broke, sell some dope, sell a ho
Sell whatever to feed my folks
Most these niggas just want these bitches
I just want that bankroll
I might send her through the airport
Put her on my payroll
Real niggas make shit happen, yeah
Fake niggas just be cappin’, yeah
The loudest nigga in the room, yeah
The weakest nigga in the room, yeah
He can’t wait to tell it, far from a star
I looked Benjamin in the face and said ’til death do us part
Ayy, Rolls Royce on Elvis Presley Boulevard (trappin’)
Mama in the next room smokin’ hard
It’s about where you finish, not where you start
I ain’t never going back to this shit man

[Chorus: Ralo]
I ain’t goin’ broke
If you ever see me you won’t never see me broke
Before I sold a CD you would see me sellin’ dope
Don’t you look too hard ’cause he might see me with his ho
I ain’t goin’ broke
I ain’t goin’ broke
If you ever see me you won’t never see me broke
Before I sold a CD you would see me sellin’ dope
Don’t you look too hard ’cause he might see me with his ho
I ain’t goin’ broke

[Verse 3: Ralo]
If I go back broke again I would sell some dope again
I know some people say I’m the realest and they hope I win
I don’t walk inside the club unless we bring them toasters in
I’m sorry if I fucked your ho ’cause I might fuck that ho again
I will never feel another man
Send his ass to the motherland
A hundred shots, ain’t shoot shit
Where the fuck all the shootin’ went?
Niggas know I don’t give a damn
Niggas know I don’t give a fuck
If you don’t know you better ask about me
Ask about the kid in the bluff
I’m a star food nigga
Richer than all you niggas
I ain’t never had to do a song
Twenty-five, ten million strong
Real niggas don’t live long
Long live all my brothers
And if I ever have to die with ’em
I’ma die rich motherfucker

[Chorus: Ralo]
I ain’t goin’ broke
If you ever see me you won’t never see me broke
Before I sold a CD you would see me sellin’ dope
Don’t you look too hard ’cause he might see me with his ho
I ain’t goin’ broke
I ain’t goin’ broke
If you ever see me you won’t never see me broke
Before I sold a CD you would see me sellin’ dope
Don’t you look too hard ’cause he might see me with his ho
I ain’t goin’ broke

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Gucci Mane & Ralo – I Know It (Ralo Laflare Album)

[Hook: Gucci Mane & Ralo]
These haters done tried everything but ain’t no way to stop us
Them haters hate on everything, they say everything ‘bout us
I hear y’all niggas talkin’ shit but I’m not worried ‘bout ya
We did this shit without ya, I’m the nigga they watching
You keep buying pussy man but we keep buying choppers
If you fuck with Gucci Mane, we gon’ shoot the block up
Niggas keep on poppin’ shit, my niggas gon’ pop up
These haters done tried everything but ain’t no way to stop us

[Verse 1: Ralo]
Ain’t no reason for stoppin’
Catch me squeezin’ and poppin’
Gucci speedin’ in that Rari
My Lamborghini beside it
I’m the god of the trap, call me Ralo LaFlare
What you make in a year, we throw that shit in the air
My interviews got more views than your video
Movin’ them birds got a nigga walking pigeon toed
I can’t believe I got away with all that shit I sold
You brought your jewelry out for show, I got my shit off dope
I bet you won’t believe I got more money than your favorite rapper
He can have more followers than me but I won’t follow after ‘em
Any time we go to war I promise we don’t lose a battle
If you fuck with me it gon’ be your life on the ground that matter

[Hook: Gucci Mane & Ralo]
These haters done tried everything but ain’t no way to stop us
Them haters hate on everything, they say everything ‘bout us
I hear y’all niggas talkin’ shit but I’m not worried ‘bout ya
We did this shit without ya, I’m the nigga they watching
You keep buying pistols man but we keep buying choppers
If you fuck with Gucci Mane, we gon’ shoot the block up
Niggas keep on poppin’ shit, my niggas gon’ pop up
These haters done tried everything but ain’t no way to stop us

[Verse 2: Gucci Mane & Ralo]
Man my pockets look like I just did a bank robbery
An armored truck heist, all this motherfuckin’ jewelry
And when I start sending slugs I’m the jury and the judge
I’m a hybrid, a mixture of a robber and a plug
I’m so violent, might have my youngins kill you in the club
I’m a tyrant, I’m texting everybody in the hood
These niggas lyin’
But I done made so much cheese I’m retiring
And I’m hiring
My shooters firing, you hearing sirens
Was scheming, lost some cooking blocks so tryna make it lock up
My traphouse like a pop up shop, I’m tryna run the guap up
Like a jack in the box I hit one button, my Rolls Royce top’ll pop up
And if these niggas keep on poppin’ shit, my niggas’ll pop up

[Hook: Gucci Mane & Ralo]
These haters done tried everything but ain’t no way to stop us
Them haters hate on everything, they say everything ‘bout us
I hear y’all niggas talkin’ shit but I’m not worried ‘bout ya
We did this shit without ya, I’m the nigga they watching
You keep buying pistols man but we keep buying choppers
If you fuck with Gucci Mane, we gon’ shoot the block up
Niggas keep on poppin’ shit, my niggas gon’ pop up
These haters done tried everything but ain’t no way to stop us

[Verse 3: Ralo & Gucci Mane]
I pull up in a Lam, it sound like a helicopter
You keep buying pistols man but we keep buying choppers
I hear y’all niggas talkin’ shit but I’m not worried ‘bout ya
Gucci Mane Sinatra, let me get that out ya
Don’t you give me shit ‘cause I’m gon’ take it from ‘em
I hated from ‘em
Pull up on ‘em, now we take your bomb, he lookin’ dumb
We got more cabbage than a farm
Got more game than a don
Ain’t gotta give a bitch a crumb
And she still gon’ give me some nigga
I get that cash on the regular
All of these bitches be negative
None of these niggas competitive
Tell the robbers that there’s better deals
I won’t fall man, I never trip
I’ma ball and buy another whip
Tell me dog, I’ma get him killed
Instagrams, extra clips

[Hook: Gucci Mane & Ralo]
These haters done tried everything but ain’t no way to stop us
Them haters hate on everything, they say everything ‘bout us
I hear y’all niggas talkin’ shit but I’m not worried ‘bout ya
We did this shit without ya, I’m the nigga they watching
You keep buying pistols man but we keep buying choppers
If you fuck with Gucci Mane, we gon’ shoot the block up
Niggas keep on poppin’ shit, my niggas gon’ pop up
These haters done tried everything but ain’t no way to stop us

[Outro: Gucci Mane]
Man my pockets look like I just did a bank robbery
Man my pockets look like I just did a bank robbery

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Gucci Mane & Ralo – Sometimes (Ralo Laflare Album)

[Chorus – Gucci Mane & Ralo]
These haters done tried everything but ain’t no way to stop us
Them haters hate on everything, they say everything bout us
I hear y’all ni**as talking s**t but I’m not worried bout ya
We did this s**t without ya, I’m the ni**a they watching
You keep buying pistols man but we keep buying choppers
If you f**k with Gucci Mane, we gon shoot the block up
Ni**as keep on popping s**t my ni**as gon pop up
These haters done tried everything but ain’t no way to stop us

[Verse 1 – Ralo]
Ain’t no reason for stopping
Catch me squeezing and popping
Gucci speeding in that Rari
My Lamborghini beside it
I’m the god of the trap, call me Ralo LaFlare
What you make in a year, we throw that shit in the air
My interviews got more views than your video
Moving them birds got a ni**a walking pigeon toed
I can’t believe I got away with all that s**t I sold
You brought your jewelry out for show, I got my s**t off dope
I bet you won’t believe I got more money than your favorite rapper
He can have more followers than me but I won’t follow after em
Any time we go to war I promise we don’t lose a battle
If you f**k with me it gong be your life on the ground that matter

[Chorus – Gucci Mane & Ralo]
These haters done tried everything but ain’t no way to stop us
Them haters hate on everything, they say everything bout us
I hear y’all ni**as talking s**t but I’m not worried bout ya
We did this shit without ya, I’m the ni**a they watching
You keep buying pistols man but we keep buying choppers
If you f**k with Gucci Mane, we gon shoot the block up
Ni**as keep on popping s**t, my ni**as gon pop up
These haters done tried everything but ain’t no way to stop us

[Verse 2 – Gucci Mane & Ralo]
Man my pockets look like I just did a bank robbery
An armored truck heist, all this motherf**king jewelry
And when I start sending slugs I’m the jury and the judge
I’m a hybrid, a mixture of a robber and a plug
I’m so violent, might have my youngins kill you in the club
I’m a tyrant, I’m texting everybody in the hood
These ni**as lying
But I done made so much cheese I’m retiring
And I’m hiring
My shooters firing, you hearing sirens
Was scheming, lost some cooking blocks so tryna make it lock up
My traphouse like a pop up shop, I’m tryna run the guap up
Like a jack in the box I hit one button, my Rolls Royce top’ll pop up
And if these ni**as keep on popping s**t, my ni**as pop up

[Chorus – Gucci Mane & Ralo
These haters done tried everything but ain’t no way to stop us
Them haters hate on everything, they say everything bout us
I hear y’all ni**as talking s**t but I’m not worried bout ya
We did this s**t without ya, I’m the ni**a they watching
You keep buying pistols man but we keep buying choppers
If you f**k with Gucci Mane, we gon shoot the block up
Ni**as keep on popping s**t, my ni**as gon pop up
These haters done tried everything but ain’t no way to stop us

[Verse 3 – Ralo & Gucci Mane]
I pull up in a Lam, it sound like a helicopter
You keep buying pistols man but we keep buying choppers
I hear y’all ni**as talking s**t but I’m not worried bout ya
Gucci Mane Sinatra, let me get that out ya
Don’t you give me s**t cause I’m gon take it from em
I hated from em
Pull up on em, now we take your bomb, he looking dumb
We got more cabbage than a farm
Got more game than a don
Ain’t gotta give a bi**h a crumb
And she still gon give me some ni**a
I get that cash on the regular
All of these bi**hes be negative
None of these ni**as competitive
Tell the robbers that there’s better deals
I won’t fall man, I never trip
I’ma ball and buy another whip
Tell me dog, I’ma get him killed
Instagrams, extra clips

[Chorus – Gucci Mane & Ralo]
These haters done tried everything but ain’t no way to stop us
Them haters hate on everything, they say everything bout us
I hear y’all ni**as talking s**t but I’m not worried bout ya
We did this s**t without ya, I’m the ni**a they watching
You keep buying pistols man but we keep buying choppers
If you f**k with Gucci Mane, we gon shoot the block up
Ni**as keep on popping s**t, my ni**as gon pop up
These haters done tried everything but ain’t no way to stop us

[Outro – Gucci Mane]
Man my pockets look like I just did a bank robbery
Man my pockets look like I just did a bank robbery

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Ralo – Never Going Broke (feat. Young Dolph)

[Intro: Ralo]
Uh, you know
I’m the only rapper don’t need no show money
You dig what I’m sayin’
Ralo, woo
Famgoon

[Verse 1: Ralo]
The pack in, I’m back in, fuck a backend
A black man running shit like I’m Batman
You can’t even get the leprechaun to craft this chain
You rap niggas get behind the bars, I bet they fame
Fuck a bank account, I carry cash in large amounts
These rappers rappin’ ’bout them bricks but never sold an ounce
If you meet these niggas you’ll see why I treat these niggas
I can’t believe I was a kid that wanted to be these niggas

[Chorus: Ralo]
I ain’t goin’ broke
If you ever see me you won’t never see me broke
Before I sold a CD you would see me sellin’ dope
Don’t you look too hard ’cause he might see me with his ho
I ain’t goin’ broke
I ain’t goin’ broke
If you ever see me you won’t never see me broke
Before I sold a CD you would see me sellin’ dope
Don’t you look too hard ’cause he might see me with his ho
I ain’t goin’ broke

[Verse 2: Young Dolph]
I can’t do it, I can’t go, nah never
Goin’ broke, sell some dope, sell a ho
Sell whatever to feed my folks
Most these niggas just want these bitches
I just want that bankroll
I might send her through the airport
Put her on my payroll
Real niggas make shit happen, yeah
Fake niggas just be cappin’, yeah
The loudest nigga in the room, yeah
The weakest nigga in the room, yeah
He can’t wait to tell it, far from a star
I looked Benjamin in the face and said ’til death do us part
Ayy, Rolls Royce on Elvis Presley Boulevard (trappin’)
Mama in the next room smokin’ hard
It’s about where you finish, not where you start
I ain’t never going back to this shit man

[Chorus: Ralo]
I ain’t goin’ broke
If you ever see me you won’t never see me broke
Before I sold a CD you would see me sellin’ dope
Don’t you look too hard ’cause he might see me with his ho
I ain’t goin’ broke
I ain’t goin’ broke
If you ever see me you won’t never see me broke
Before I sold a CD you would see me sellin’ dope
Don’t you look too hard ’cause he might see me with his ho
I ain’t goin’ broke

[Verse 3: Ralo]
If I go back broke again I would sell some dope again
I know some people say I’m the realest and they hope I win
I don’t walk inside the club unless we bring them toasters in
I’m sorry if I fucked your ho ’cause I might fuck that ho again
I will never feel another man
Send his ass to the motherland
A hundred shots, ain’t shoot shit
Where the fuck all the shootin’ went?
Niggas know I don’t give a damn
Niggas know I don’t give a fuck
If you don’t know you better ask about me
Ask about the kid in the bluff
I’m a star food nigga
Richer than all you niggas
I ain’t never had to do a song
Twenty-five, ten million strong
Real niggas don’t live long
Long live all my brothers
And if I ever have to die with ’em
I’ma die rich motherfucker

[Chorus: Ralo]
I ain’t goin’ broke
If you ever see me you won’t never see me broke
Before I sold a CD you would see me sellin’ dope
Don’t you look too hard ’cause he might see me with his ho
I ain’t goin’ broke
I ain’t goin’ broke
If you ever see me you won’t never see me broke
Before I sold a CD you would see me sellin’ dope
Don’t you look too hard ’cause he might see me with his ho
I ain’t goin’ broke

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Justin Bieber – Supermodel (Flowers And Plantes Album)

[Chorus: Justin Bieber]
You could be my supermodel
You could be my supermodel
You could be my supermodel
Oh, the way you strut your shit
You could be my supermodel (supermodel)
Ooh, I wanna take your pic

[Verse 1: Justin Bieber]
Oh, it’s like 3 in the morning
And you see me lookin’ at you
Ooh, I just can’t control it
Come over here so I can see you better
I don’t want you to leave
Baby, you and me should be together
Spend the night with me, yeah

[Pre-Chorus: Justin Bieber]
I’m talkin’ ’bout first class treatment babe
Startin’ this evening baby
Tell me what you need and I’ll pay
Even though I know that you don’t need anything
I’m talkin’ ’bout first class treatment babe
Startin’ this evening baby
Tell me what you need and I’ll pay
Even though I know that you don’t need anything

[Chorus: Justin Bieber]
You could be my supermodel
The way you strut your shit
You could be my supermodel
Ooh, I wanna take your pic

[Verse 2: Justin Bieber]
I could pick you up in a Rolls Royce
Anywhere you wanna go, it’s your choice
I promise that I’m nothing like them other boys
Soundz drop that beat just to make noise
Just to make noise
Soundz drop that beat just to make noise
Just to make noise
Soundz drop that beat just to make noise

[Pre-Chorus: Justin Bieber]
I’m talking bout first class treatment babe
Starting this evening baby
Tell me what you need and I’ll pay
Even though I know that you don’t need anything
I’m talking bout first class treatment babe
Starting this evening baby
Tell me what you need and I’ll pay
Even though I know that you don’t need anything

[Chorus: Justin Bieber]
You could be my supermodel
The way you strut your shit
You could be my supermodel
Ooh I wanna take your pic

[Verse 3: Tyga]
Pretty I mean pretty exactly where I’m from
You still with me?
I’m your new bad boy ball no biggie

Pop it on the collar
I just pull up and park like play grounding
Bet you do anything for a one nighter
Bet I can make your friend freak like cirque du soleil…

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Young Jeezy – Type Of Party (feat. Que & Pewee Offset) (Snow Season 2017 Album)

[Hook: Que]
I guess you thought a nigga ’bout to pay for it?
Naw little bitch, this ain’t even that type of party
Oh you thought a nigga was a sweet lick, huh?
No nigga, this ain’t even that type of party
You fucked up tryin’ pass me the mid little nigga
Naw this ain’t even that type of party
I’mma tell you like it is, give a fuck what you thought, nigga
This ain’t even that type of party (x 3)
This ain’t even that type of party little bitch
This ain’t even that type of party (x3)
This ain’t even that type of party my nigga
This ain’t even that type of party

[Verse 1: Peewee Longway]
This ain’t even type of party, jugging with the carter
Surveillance on my trap, it’s full of gangsters, full of robbers
Chalupas in the water
Hit em with the egg beater, get the trap started
Longway be touching down with the pack in Illinois
Double parking in valet, [?] double up
Trap out the real, that bitch give that ho a buck
Bitch think she caught a man cause she seen the Chopard
She fishing my ankle, little bitty bitch I’m a star
I get in the kitchen, go to whipping the water
Trigger finger get to itching when they talk about robbing
Yellow tape, first 48, chilling
Young thug motivating lil nigga
Trapping in the trenches with the snow lil nigga
It ain’t the type of party but I came with 2 bitches
Longway Heffner while, Migos came with the pimpin
Balenciaga stepping, I be dripping with the Crip

[Hook]
I guess you thought a nigga ’bout to pay for it?
Naw little bitch, this ain’t even that type of party
Oh you thought a nigga was a sweet lick, huh?
No nigga, this ain’t even that type of party
You fucked up tryin’ pass me the mid little nigga
Naw this ain’t even that type of party
I’mma tell you like it is, give a fuck what you thought, nigga
This ain’t even that type of party (x 3)
This ain’t even that type of party little bitch
This ain’t even that type of party (x3)
This ain’t even that type of party my nigga
This ain’t even that type of party

[Verse 2: Offset]
This ain’t even that type of party
You know I’m a sergeant, I keep me a carter
Don’t get it twisted because a nigga is a artist
I be coming through your window like I’m Roger
I started off trapping and I was posted at the park
Nigga run off with the work and now we swimming with the sharks
.44 bulldog, bet that bitch bark
I was raised in the jungle, it’s a lion in my heart
What these niggas thinking, my diamonds got niggas blinking
Bitches at that the condo, they fucking, they suck my semen
If you don’t know how to cook it I can give you the ingredients
When I got a show they jumping up and down like EDM
They say we ain’t gon’ spray, I say my niggas gon’ graffiti him
My niggas hungry, put them on a plate, I bet they eating them
No piano but you know we got the keys
Nigga tried to sell a nigga mid, nigga please!

[Hook]
I guess you thought a nigga ’bout to pay for it?
Naw little bitch, this ain’t even that type of party
Oh you thought a nigga was a sweet lick, huh?
No nigga, this ain’t even that type of party
You fucked up tryin’ pass me the mid little nigga
Naw this ain’t even that type of party
I’mma tell you like it is, give a fuck what you thought, nigga
This ain’t even that type of party (x 3)
This ain’t even that type of party little bitch
This ain’t even that type of party (x3)
This ain’t even that type of party my nigga
This ain’t even that type of party

[Verse 3: Jeezy]
You looking at the Rolex wearing
F&H carrying and I can’t forget the Rolls Royce driving
I said ya know how it goes, but a pack touchdown
Get the work in that phone like Verizon
Throw a block party nigga yeah nigga wanna split
Nigga right down the middle like a kitkat
I’m on 285 right never getting rental
And I’m riding ’round this bitch with a six pack
Any nigga ride with me, give a fuck bout Giuseppe’s
They run up on ya Cortes
See mothafuckas don’t know shit about snow
I’ll run up on ya in some Hermes
I said blow-white Aventador, automatic start
Swear the shit jumping out the bowl my nigga
Had to call it in back then my nigga
[?]
Been playing in the mothafucking water all day
I’m surprised ain’t grow me a fin my nigga
What you know about an all white [?]
Break the whole thang down, take a 250 of it
Then you have the rest of it like it’s Easter

[Hook]
I guess you thought a nigga ’bout to pay for it?
Naw little bitch, this ain’t even that type of party
Oh you thought a nigga was a sweet lick, huh?
No nigga, this ain’t even that type of party
You fucked up tryin’ pass me the mid little nigga
Naw this ain’t even that type of party
I’mma tell you like it is, give a fuck what you thought, nigga
This ain’t even that type of party (x 3)
This ain’t even that type of party little bitch
This ain’t even that type of party (x3)
This ain’t even that type of party my nigga
This ain’t even that type of party

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2 Chainz – Rolls Royce Bitch (Pretty Girls Like Trap Music Album)

[Intro]
Alright, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah believe in yourself, who else gon’ believe in you
Who else gon’ believe in you? Who else gon’ believe in you?
Believe in yourself, who else gon’ believe in you?
Who else gon’ believe in you, who else gon’ believe in you?

[Verse 1]
Believe in yourself, health is wealth
Gotta get mine, faster than a step
I can make a hundred thousand just sitting by the steps
I can count a hundred thousand with my feet in the chair
I can pull the baddest broad in here
With my hand pulled behind my back
One hand on the steering wheel
2 Chainz with the ponytail, got the bodyguard concealed
Ill meaning of sickness, I use the pharmacy as a witness
I mean anything around me that’s against us, they can’t be
I got God on my side, that’s all I need to ride
See that’s all I need to vibe, asking what I do tonight
That’s really none of your business, unless you wanna get in this

[Chorus]
Rolls Royce, bitch, yeah the doors go dat way
The doors go dat way, the doors go dat way
Rolls Royce, bitch, yeah the doors go dat way
The doors go dat way, the doors go dat way
Rolls Royce, bitch, yeah my doors go dat way
Mydoors go dat way, doors go dat way
Rolls Royce, bitch, yeah my doors go dat way
My doors, Wraith, my doors, uh

[Verse 2]
I’m good, I’m good like Ye
I’m good like Sean and Push
I’m good, I’m good, okay
Good, sold yay, good 4 way
Oh man, look at me now
Used to have a killer crossover
Now I think I done crossed over
White fans at my rap shows
So many chains on I give you the cold shoulder
So many chains on, I tell ’em move over
Big shit over here, boy
100 acres on my property, man I might hit a deer, boy
I got felonies that’s older than y’all niggas
Family time at the mall, nigga
6’5", I never been small, nigga
Your swag like RuPaul, I’m appalled, nigga
Yeah, three calls to call food
I want some Nobu, met her at Whole Foods
I just ate Pro Tools, I am the go-to

[Chorus]
Rolls Royce, bitch, yeah the doors go dat way
The doors go dat way, the doors go dat way
Rolls Royce, bitch, yeah the doors go dat way
The doors go dat way, the doors go dat way
Rolls Royce, bitch, yeah my doors go dat way
Mydoors go dat way, doors go dat way
Rolls Royce, bitch, yeah my doors go dat way
My doors, Wraith, my doors, uh

[Outro]
Felonies that’s older than y’all niggas
Family time at the mall, nigga
6’5", I never been small, nigga
Your swag like RuPaul, I’m appalled, nigga
Yeah, three calls to call food
I want some Nobu, met her at Whole Foods
I just ate Pro Tools, I am the go-to
I am the go-to, I am the go-to
Trap shit, I’m the go to
Trap nigga with a gold tooth
Believe in yourself, who else gon’ believe in you?
Who else gon’ believe in you?
Believe in yourself
Who else gon’ believe in you?
Who else gon’ believe in you?

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Young Thug – Family Don’t Matter (feat. Millie Go Lightly) (Beautiful Thugger Girls Album)

[Verse 1: Young Thug & Millie Go Lightly]
Yeah, whaddup
I’m tryina put my dick inside of yo panties
And when I tell this shit [???]
I be rolling loud
While they rolling loud
Smokin backwoods and moving baggage
I was getting protected by my savages
Yellow school buses that’s a Xanax
Causing me to sleep and I ain’t plan it (yee haw)
I got some jobs all day
Roll out the jar all day
I be on Mars all day
I’m with the stars all day
Boss all day
Roll up the raw all day
Babysit your dog all day
Boutta watch you jog all day

[Chorus: Young Thug]
Like family don’t matter, oh, oh
What’s poppin’, what’s the deal?
What’s poppin’, what’s the deal?
What’s poppin’, what’s the deal?
What’s poppin’, what’s the deal?

[Verse 2: Young Thug]
Bagged a bad bitch, I got a foreign son
Tommy gun, found a real tommy gun
I dropped a milly on my chain, I got no Barry Bonds
And I got a head full of hair like I’m from Amazon
Uhh, light that ass like a candle honey
Uhh, Ferigamo shower shoes for me
Uhh, light pole and it got jewels on it
Uhh, like an ol’ school I got some pooled on it
Huhh, Satan, abracadbra, abracadbra
Kill all you bastards, I want no wrestle
The bread ambassador, no nuttin else matter to him
I’m ballin’ like Patrick Ewing
Turn up on you bastards
Hop in a ghost like Casper
Everything go smooth for me, like I got my Masters
Fubu platinum up, birds in the Acura
Albums platinum up, I kill any bastards

[Chorus: Young Thug]
Like family don’t matter, oh, oh
What’s poppin’, what’s the deal?
What’s poppin’, what’s the deal?
What’s poppin’, what’s the deal?
What’s poppin’, what’s the deal?

[Verse 3: Young Thug]
Country Billy made a couple milly
Tryna park the Rolls Royce inside the Picadilly
All he had couple strikes ??? (of course)
Got another half a milly in white tees, of course
Don’t you panic, don’t you take this shit for granted
Don’t you panic, when I put my dick in your panties
Don’t you panic, when I catch up with yo bitch you know I’m smashing
I, I can put her on her feet, oh, oh head ??
You gotta tell me what’s wrong
I can’t wait to deep stroke to the morning
I gotta put my dick in yo mouth right when you yawn
You gotta put that puss on my lips whenever I’m on one
I think the red dot, so I put my bum, bum
I’m bout to fuck somebody girl off this rum, rum (Go head)
I’m chasing all of these rats like I was Tom (yeah)
But it ain’t e’en matter, I was trying kill these bastards

[Chorus: Young Thug]
Like family don’t matter, oh, oh
What’s poppin’, what’s the deal?
What’s poppin’, what’s the deal?
What’s poppin’, what’s the deal?
What’s poppin’, what’s the deal?
What’s poppin’, what’s the deal?
What’s poppin’, what’s the deal?
What’s poppin’, what’s the deal?
What’s poppin’, what’s the deal?

[Bridge: Millie Go Lightly]
Rolling through the W6
You feeling me
I’m feeling you
Falling deep, too deep
Purple dreams of Cashmere silk
I be havin’ nightmares shaped like you
You be blowin’ smoke out shaped like me
I be havin’ nightmares shaped like you
You be blowin’ smoke out shaped like me
Two cups can I drown? And I might too
Hear the track, spin it back, catch a vibe
This the shit that be bad, so bad it’s good for you
I just thought that you should know
Take a hit, we can sip like it’s medicine
Chemistry, remedy, there’s no better than
This the shit that be bad, so bad it’s good for you

[Chorus: Young Thug]
Like family don’t matter, oh, oh
What’s poppin’, what’s the deal?
What’s poppin’, what’s the deal?
What’s poppin’, what’s the deal?
What’s poppin’, what’s the deal?
What’s poppin’, what’s the deal?
What’s poppin’, what’s the deal?
What’s poppin’, what’s the deal?
What’s poppin’, what’s the deal?

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24hrs – Nobody

[Intro]
Tony, Apex a boss, Apex a boss

[Chorus]
Don’t get caught up in the hype and forget
That the real ones that surround you is it
The money make me move, I’m aware
I die tomorrow, tell me, who gonna care?
Nobody, nobody, nobody
But the real ones that surround me
Nobody, nobody, nobody
But the real ones that surround me

[Verse 1]
Ralph, Lauren, money, pourin’
Studio, high as fuck ’cause Twenty recordin’
Made myself a boss, ask these niggas I’m employin’
Stop with all the questions, that shit get annoyin’
I’ve been through some shit that I may never talk about
I keep my shooter with me, she know what I’m talkin’ ’bout
Don’t tell a lot of y’all, figured I’d let you know
Tokyo made some millions, we ain’t goin’ broke
If we get a second chance, don’t mean a damn thing
Saint Laurent, hit the toll with my bad thing
Shawty bad, she should get a hundred magazines
I put my family first, I swear that they mean everything

[Chorus]
Don’t get caught up in the hype and forget
That the real ones that surround you is it
The money make me move, I’m aware
I die tomorrow, tell me, who gonna care?
Nobody, nobody, nobody
But the real ones that surround me
Nobody, nobody, nobody
But the real ones that surround me

[Verse 2]
Can’t be wealthy ’til we makin’ money while we sleep
Build a money mountain, man this shit is lookin’ steep
They ain’t believe in me
And now I’m so out of reach
I ain’t know nothin’ then, just how to be real
Niggas tried to use me, boy, I know how it feel
Contract fucked up, lawyer got me fucked up
Rolls Royce wanna buck, I ain’t give ’em my fuck
Bossed up, got respect, still all ’bout the check
Free my nigga Yri, pray for my nigga Nef
That’s a boss and I know that my dawg care for me
These other niggas swear that they didn’t wanna share with me

[Chorus]
Don’t get caught up in the hype and forget
That the real ones that surround you is it
The money make me move, I’m aware
I die tomorrow, tell me, who gonna care?
Nobody, nobody, nobody
But the real ones that surround me
Nobody, nobody, nobody
But the real ones that surround me

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Curren$y – Life I Chose (feat. J. Townsend) (Pilot Talk Trilogy Album)

[Verse 1]
Botched hits, failed attempts
Though we never died, suckers better hide
Or regret they tried
Fumbled, 4th and one
On the goal line, I’m ‘fin to take it back that 99
96 flow shift, Impala with the cherry wine
Bitches trying to sip, don’t get too drunk to ride
Might call up on you bitch you know there is a time
We might need you for a mission
I weigh your living on line, cause they see us getting it
Wonder if its mafia tied, scheduled one lyrics keep ’em high
Surveillance at the marina, they ain’t think I seen ’em but I spied
They tried to tail us home from the arena
Hoping that would lead ’em to a lead
We waving as we pass off, peace
Boss fool, people that you got to talk to before you run up on me
Doors you got to be walked through by OG’s
Triple OG’s, like 1000, listening to Ice T with a frozen Long Island
Trying to get right quick like right now-ish

[Hook: J. Townsend]
This is the life I chose, yeah
And this the life I’m living
No matter how it goes, I gotta deal with the cards I’m given
That’s why I don’t fuck around, don’t fuck around, don’t fuck around
Cause you know I’ll make it down, I’ll make it down, I’ll make it down

[Verse 2]
Paper straight but I keep it in the closet
Furs on the coat rack, rollies in the pockets
My girl mom wanted her to marry a doctor
Disappointed in her choice until I picked her up in from the airport in that Rolls Royce
What could you say, the cost to be the boss been paid
I lost some but in the end I won
When its all done they say I was the one
Don’t apologize though, I ain’t worried bout it
Knew I was ill-er than those niggas the whole time
You smell the difference in my gas when I roll by
I could probably teach a a class
So much work, I make it seem effortless
Everyday sweats I’m in still fresher then peppermints
These niggas better chill before I start rapping for real
Independent hustler, then I got a major deal
Released barges of raw at will and I will, nigga

[Hook x2]
This is the life I chose, yeah
And this the life I’m living
No matter how it goes, I gotta deal with the cards I’m given
That’s why I don’t fuck around, don’t fuck around, don’t fuck around
Cause you know I’ll make it down, I’ll make it down, I’ll make it down

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Soulja Boy – Bankroll (Big Soulja Album)

[Chorus]
Now I put fifties and hundreds inside my bankroll
Ridin’ through the city in that Rolls Royce
It’s just how we roll
Cause we roll
I got fifties and hundreds inside my bankroll
Bad bitches [?]
So we gone, gone
Gone, gone

[Verse One]
I got fifties and hundreds inside my bankroll
Sippin’ on lean, it made me go slow
On the stage and I’m in beast mode
Hundreds in my bankroll
Ridin’ through the city and we turnt up
Lean inside my double-cup
Pulled up in a Lambo
Hop out like Rambo
Lotta goons, lotta ammo
Lotta guns, lotta ammo

[Chorus x2]
Now I put fifties and hundreds inside my bankroll
Ridin’ through the city in that Rolls Royce
It’s just how we roll
Cause we roll
I got fifties and hundreds inside my bankroll
Bad bitches [?]
So we gone, gone
Gone, gone

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Rose Royce – Show Me lyrics

Ah yes baby you know
I have a Rolls Royce
A Mercedes Benz
And a yacht out in marina
Maybe we can take a trip
And you know

Just go out to the Bahamas
Or Paris, or London, you know
I know all the stars, baby
In fact, Sugar Ray is a personal friend of mine
In fact, just the other day I was sayin’
Sugar, you know you and i should just stop by sometime

You told me about your fancy cars
You told me all your friends were stars
You said that we could get away
Maybe take a holiday

I hope that it won’t be too long
You saw that i could sing a song
You got this and you got that
And i’ll end up flat on my back
Oh you got to show me, show me

Show me baby It ain’t no lie
Show me baby In front of my eyes
Show me baby It ain’t no lie
Show me baby In front of my eyes

You know that you’re my only girl
If i could, i’ll give you the world
You said baby you just stick with me
And one day you’ll surely see
No more wastin’ my time

You got yours, keep your hands off mine boy
Baby, you got to make me see
You got to show me what you’re tellin’ me
You told me about your fancy cars
You told me all your friends were stars
You said that we could get away (get away boy)
Maybe take a holiday

I hope that it won’t be too long, no
You saw that i could sing a song
You got this and you got that
And i’ll end up flat on my back
No more wastin’ my time
You got yours, keep your hands off mine boy
Baby you got to make me see
You got to show what you’re tellin’ me

Show me baby It ain’t no lie
Show me baby In front of my eyes
Show me baby It ain’t no lie
Show me baby In front of my eyes
Show me baby, show me baby
You got to show me boy
Show me baby, show me baby…

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Future – Hallucinating (Hndrxx Album)

Astronaut
Yeah yeah

I seduce you with this Aston Martin I bought today
Oh, you done did more drugs than me? You must be hallucinating
Oh, you did more percs than me? Then you must be hallucinating
Don’t menace over these Vicodins, you must’ve seen Satan
I seduce you with this Rolls Royce truck that’s on the way
Chanel is on the invoice, I had bought the store today
That bitch get on my nerves man, I had to send her out to St. Tropez
Oh you done blow more checks than me boy? Then you had got to be hallucinating

I’m a young nigga with this check and I fuck it up
The freshest thing that I ever bought was that Bentley truck

I could turn a stripper to a diva
Chinchilla on her, that’s a PETA
Shawty light the gun like Bonita
Rock stars goin’ like the Beatles
I took Styrofoam to the meeting
Three cellphones when you greet me
Got a bitch waiting in the lounge
I done have to move a few pounds

Looking at my chain don’t drown, and put the diamonds in the mouth
All bad bitches pop out
When a nigga steppin’ out the house
Every day we walk the red carpet
Every day one of my hoes fallin’ in love

I seduce you with this Aston Martin I bought today
Oh, you done did more drugs than me? You must be hallucinating
Oh, you did more percs than me? You must be hallucinating
Don’t menace over these Vicodins, you must’ve seen Satan
I seduce you with this Rolls Royce truck that’s on the way
Chanel is on the invoice, I had bought the store today
That bitch get on my nerves man, I had to send her out to St. Tropez
Oh you done blow more checks than me boy? Then you had got to be hallucinating

I’m a young nigga with this check and I fuck it up
The freshest thing that I ever bought was that Bentley truck

All I do is pop more bottles and give ’em to you
All they ever do is bring more problems than listen to
My chains, my ring gon’ bling, they do all the seducin’
I was kickin’ shit with yo’ bitch, she did all of the choosin’

Looking at my chain don’t drown
And I put the diamonds in your mouth
All bad bitches pop out
When a nigga steppin’ out the house
Every day we walk the red carpet
Every day one of my hoes fallin’ in love

I seduce you with this Aston Martin I bought today
Oh, you done did more drugs than me? You must be hallucinating
Oh, you did more percs than me? You must be hallucinating
Don’t menace over these Vicodins, you must’ve seen Satan
I seduce you with this Rolls Royce truck that’s on the way
Chanel is on the invoice, I had bought the store today
That bitch get on my nerves man, I had to send her out to St. Tropez
Oh you done blow more checks than me boy? Then you had got to be hallucinating

I’m a young nigga with this check and I fuck it up
The freshest thing that I ever bought was that Bentley truck

It’s a lot weighin’ on my shoulders
I ain’t ever gon’ fold up
I had turbo’d off my motor
I was pushin’ boulders
I gave you some closure when I bought the Rover

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Booba – A3 (Autopsie 0 Album)

[Couplet unique]
Je ne fais pas partie du troupeau, j’égorge les gardes-champêtre
Prends les armes avec moi si t’es mon poto
Animal galeux j’vais pas chez le docteur je vais chez le véto
J’ai les couilles en or j’passe pas les détecteurs de métaux
Sans le génie le sport, l’argent facile, c’était mon ghetto
Jamais je ne me plierai, jamais je ne serai un bon négro
Enculé je vais te fumer, j’vais prendre 10 piges, je serai plus le king de la city
Énervé dans le 92 izi car fouetté dans le Mississipi
Pimp mon gamos chez Xzibit, suce moi la bite sans faire d’chichis
B2OBA, on s’embrouille là-bas je t’enterre ici
Lunatic depuis la naissance, sisi
Avec du sang d’esclave j’écris cette missive, mon blase gravé sur le missile
Tant que j’serai sur la piste, rapper sera un métier à haut risques
Essaye d’accorder tes choristes au chant d’une météorite
Hey ho de quoi tu parles ? C’est violent depuis le préau
Big boss, je tire les pénos, Rolls Royce je fais des créneaux
C’est K.O.2.P. qui joue, pourquoi tu demandes "c’est qui qui mène ?" ?
Négro est-ce moi qui aime l’oseille ou lui qui m’aime ?
Il m’en a fallu, il m’en faut, il m’en faudra
Pour pas rouler en Skoda, ne pas décevoir maître Yoda
Descendant de terres d’Afrique, quand je baise ça sent le musc
Cerveau en très bon état, 95 kilos de muscles

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Young Dolph – That’s How I Feel (feat. Gucci Mane)

[Intro: Young Dolph]
It’s Dolph
It’s Gucci
It’s Dolph

[Verse 1: Young Dolph]
Own a big house and it’s full of bad bitches
I’m just sayin’, can a young nigga live?
2 million worth of cars parked in the front yard
But want another Rolls Royce, that’s how I feel
For 100 shots, I heard you paid 100 stacks
Hope you got your receipt, go and get your hunnid back
For the new coupe, I paid 400 flat
Smash your baby mama, wow, then I sent her back
Sittin’ in the truck, smokin’ on a blunt
Then I realized, I think I hear somebody shooting
You think I’m goin’ out like Pac and Biggie, you must be stupid
The millions keep callin’ my phone and I’m headed straight to it

[Hook: Gucci Mane]
Shippin’ money by the mail, I just came back with the bales
Now I’m dancin’ in the truck, that’s how I feel
I’m in a coupe, cost half a mill, I just redid my Chevelle
Got 2 Maybachs in both, that’s just how I feel
I got 2 bitches at the ‘tel, hope that they don’t kiss and tell
I’m way too much for just one bitch, that’s just how I feel
You know that salt can kill a snail but can do nothin’ to a player
I’m way too trill, I’m hard to kill, that’s how I feel

[Verse 2: Gucci Mane]
Only Gucci, twin Ks, I just made the front page
Please stay out my lane, mane ’cause I got road rage
Fresh up out the cage, I’m the jack of all trades
And you suckers can’t kill me, I’ma die of old age
Put your hands on Gucci, then I’m jumpin’ off stage
Choppa’ll turn a nigga dreads to a high top fade
Call me drop top Wop, I’m in a hard top Wraith
‘Bout to roll the motor down and start throwin’ out grenades
Nigga, this is how you feel when you walk up out the jail
And walk up in that bank and tell ’em give you 20 mil
And this is how she feel when you do her hair and nails
And dick so good, she can’t keep it to herself

[Hook: Gucci Mane]
Shippin’ money by the mail, I just came back with the bills
Now I’m dancin’ in the truck, that’s how I feel
I’m in a coupe, cost half a mill, I just redid my Chevelle
Got 2 Maybachs in both, that’s just how I feel
I got 2 bitches at the ‘tel, hope that they don’t kiss and tell
I’m way too much for just one bitch, that’s just how I feel
You know that salt can kill a snail but can do nothin’ to a player
I’m way too trill, I’m hard to kill, that’s how I feel