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Rowdy Rebel Gifted Bobby Shmurda An Insane Glow In The Dark Chain

Bobby Shmurda gets a glow in the dark chain from his right hand man Rowdy Rebel.

Just a few days out of prison and with three songs hitting platinum, Bobby Shmurda is flaunting it all. He recently posted several pictures on his Instagram wearing a myriad of jewelry, with the highlight being a gold chain spelling, “SHMURDA.” The rapper wrote a simple caption saying, “Appreciate it Bruh”.

Bobby Shmurda was given a seven years prison sentence back in 2016 after copping a plea deal. He famously tried to get out of said plea deal, but by then it was too late. The New York gangster rapper blamed it on bad legal advice from his attorney which was fired. Shmurda , whose real name is Ackquille Pollard, was declared a free man on February 23, 2021, after becoming eligible for parole.

Best known for his platinum-selling single “Hot N*gga,” Bobby Shmurda gained notoriety with his performance in the “Shmoney Dance” video, which was a huge hit prior to him going to prison. Following his release from New York’s infamous Clinton Correctional Facility, fans started streaming his music in abundance which drove “Hot N*gga” to secure 5X platinum certification.

Rowdy Rebel, who was released from prison on December 15, 2020, purchased an insane diamond-encrusted demon chain for himself, which was ready and waiting for him moments after getting out. Now he copped an insane glow in the dark chain for Bobby Shmurda.

Rowdy responded to Bobby’s post, saying, “I love yu too bro” indicating that the chain was a gift from him, welcoming his homie back to the streets. Sadly there were some fans who weren’t feeling the lavish accessory and focused on other aspects of the photo. “Them elbows ashy,” one fan wrote while another added, “bro stuck in 2014,” referencing the fact the ‘yellow gold’ chains are not in style.

About Bobby Shmurda new chain.

Despite those negative comments on the iced-out piece, most fans are drooling over its extravagance as it contains VVS emeralds throughout the design. The Shmurda chain also boasts an incredible emerald emoji feature on the top. The back of the emblem is decked out with Shmurda, and who doesn’t love a custom chain in their own signature stage name. The magnificent piece was designed by Eric Da Jeweler, a New York-base jeweler famous for supplying celebrities with unique pieces. He was also responsible for Rowdy’s decked-out chain as well. This jeweler sure knows his stuff.

“Shmurda in all VVS emeralds with the emerald emoji stop playing with me! Hardest emerald piece out NEW YORK IS BACK they know who really run the city @rowdyrebel I shmurda’d this piece,” Eric wrote on Instagram while sharing some images of the chain.

The chain is also particularly significant in the sense that its a thank you gift from Rowdy Rebel to Bobby Shmurda for a deed that many cannot say they would ever do for a friend. Bobby Shmurda has been widely commended for choosing to serve a longer sentence so that Rowdy could get a significantly lower sentence.

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Speaking on it back then, Bobby stated, “I did it for Rowdy. They offered me five and offered Rowdy 12. They said the only way they’ll give him seven is if I took seven too. So, you know, I had to take one for the dawgs.”

Now the “Dawgs” are back together, and many fans are hoping they’ll stay on the right path now and stay out of prison. As Bobby emphasized, he’ll be “light skinned in Jamaica” before he ever goes back to jail.

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Kalan.frfr – No Love Lyrics (feat. Mozzy)

[Intro]
You gotta lay off the Peyote

[Refrain]
Ain’t nobody give us the love, we had to earn it
I done fell in love with the drugs, it served a purpose
How you gon’ judge me when you not perfect?
All my L’s turned to W’s, all worth it

[Verse 1: Kalan.Fr.Fr.]
All my dubs turn into hunnids, I’m gettin’ cash now
Tell my homies walk in the store, they all pullin’ cash out
You ain’t a boss until your niggas eatin’
It get scary when I’m broke, I turn into a demon
It get scary in the field, I still hear mama screamin’
“God, don’t take my baby from me”
My nigga, my homie, my dog
Too many in the ground, I got too many in the wall
I got some niggas in the cage that can’t wait to see me ball
I hope he don’t feel a way ’cause I done missed my nigga call
I know he feel a way ’cause niggas switched up, damn
I know he know his main bitch gettin’ hit up, damn
I know it break a nigga heart when my wrist up
They say they gon’ take it from me
Bury me in all linen ’cause the only way I’ll give it up is if I’m not livin,’ yeah, yeah (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

[Chorus]
I can’t show no love, can’t show no love (No love, no love)
‘Cause they only gon’ love me when I’m gone, woah-oh (Woah-oh, woah-oh, woah-oh)
I can’t show no love, can’t show no love (No love, no love)
‘Cause they only love me because I’m on (I’m on, woah-oh)

[Verse 2: Kalan.Fr.Fr.]
You ain’t a hunnid, I can feel it in the heart, nigga
That fake love feel real in your heart, yeah
Cuttin’ off my day one felt the hardest
I ain’t know that nigga was plottin’ on me, yeah
Always keep your name solid in these streets
‘Cause if they politic on you, then they gon’ politic on me
If they up a shot at you, then they gon’ catch a clip from me
Don’t ever get your dog caught up in no fraud shit
I had to catch up to these niggas, they was ballin’
Spaulding, now I’m rich, VVS on both wrists
Baguettes like ice chips
Million dollar brunches, investin’ in black business
They don’t wanna see a nigga win
They don’t wanna see me in a Benz

Blowin’ woods, playin’ Nip on Forgiato rims
Bury me in all linen, it’s gon’ make you wanna do me the same way y’all did him, woah-oh (Whoa-oh)

[Refrain]
Ain’t nobody give us the love, we had to earn it
I done fell in love with the drugs, it served a purpose
How you gon’ judge me when you not perfect?
All my L’s turned to W’s, all worth it (All worth it, all worth it, all worth it, all worth it)

[Chorus]
I can’t show no love, can’t show no love (No love, no love)
‘Cause they only gon’ love me when I’m gone, woah-oh (Woah-oh, woah-oh, woah-oh)
I can’t show no love, can’t show no love (No love, no love)
‘Cause they only love me because I’m on (I’m on, woah-oh)

[Verse 3: Mozzy]
Niggas speakin’ down on the Mozzy like we ain’t like that (Like that)
He ain’t take a plea for that body, he finna fight that (Fight that)
Left in Maserati and told ’em that I’ll be right back (Right back)
Hoppin’ out this Lamb’, medallion on me, a ice pack (Ooh)
Talkin like you stood over niggas, you never tried that (You never tried that)
Not a credible witness, naw, we don’t buy that (On god)
Bitches on my lean, y’all promise to get behind that (And what?)
Double pump fake, cut a chicken, and have you sidetracked (Yeah)
Wackin’ out my gang will get you wacked
I’m the Northern Cali nig, it’s hella bitties on my back (Nigga)
Ham and cheese, keep squeeze, more than fifty in that pack (It’s more than fifty in that pack)
Surfin’ through your residential, somethin’ pretty on my lap, yeah (Somethin’ pretty on my lap)
You know I’m finna ball on ’em one time
This is for my killers locked down, ain’t seen the sunshine
We the ones applyin’ all the pressure on the gun line
And I can’t show no love ’cause they don’t love me, I’ma up mine (Ma, ma, ma)

[Chorus]
I can’t show no love, can’t show no love (No love, no love)
‘Cause they only gon’ love me when I’m gone, woah-oh (Woah-oh, woah-oh, woah-oh)
I can’t show no love, can’t show no love (No love, no love)
‘Cause they only love me because I’m on, woah-oh

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Spotemgottem – Attic Lyrics

[Intro]
W-w-w-w-WoodleyOnthatbeat
How you want love from me?
Why you want love from me?
How you want love from me?

[Chorus]
She want Dior, but I already know she free, (already know she free)
Bean got me geeked they dropped em' by the three's
(by the threes)
Psychopathic, I leave blood in these streets (blood in the streets)
My racks fallin' out my Amiri jeans (hahaha)
For some Christian lou's, she'll suck me to sleep (suck me)
Bro said don't come to the spot if they ain't bleedin'
This a new dead opp I ain't passin' , I'm chiefin'
I ain't never been to college, I got knowledgе Ion' need it

[Verse]
Bro said he got a new jwett, hе keep gleecin'
VVS's get her p*ssy wet, shawty keep leakin'
My lil whoodie he just caught a head, now lil dude fien
Pull up on the side of the car no way he breathin'
Nutted all on her face ran off get gleeful
Imma dog I can't be with you at all, you tweakin'
And I'm ridin' in the Maybach even though it's rented
I told bro to grab the .45th but he went and grabbed the semi
I bet pistol peterwhack you for them motherf*ckin' benji's

Kidnap, hold him for ransom I been on my bully
Niggas on my own side know how I'm rockin' I ain't p*ssy
Heard they sendin' shots but they ain't really saying shit these niggas rookies
Presidential ride, I got me a chauffeur
I got killers from St. louis, killers from the noya
I just give her hard dick and give her the cold shoulder
It's better with her minks on, it's betta' with her closure
[Chorus]
She want Dior but I already know she free (already know she free)
Bean got me geeked they dropped em by the three's
(by the threes)
Psychopathic, I leave blood in these streets (blood in the streets)
My racks fallin' out my Amiri jeans (hahaha)
For some Christian lou's, she'll suck me to sleep (suck me)
Bro said don't come to the spot if they ain't bleedin'
This a new dead opp I ain't passin' , I'm chiefin'
I ain't never been to college, I got knowledge Ion' need it
(I don't f*ckin' need it)

[Outro]
Already know she free
Drop em' by the threes
Blood in the streets
Hahaha

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Headie One – Level Up Lyrics

Play this song

[Chorus]
(One)
I was way too content with depression (Suh, suh)
All those negatives turn me into a perfectionist (Suh-suh-suh-suh)
How was I sentimental with no sentiment? (Turn)
Loneliness became me in my element (Turn, turn)
How much cold nights did I sleep up in HM? (Told me turn, ayy)
Way too hard to settle with the settlement (Told me turn)
Paranoid, sweetie and the fellowship (Told me turn)
Every day, runnin’ ‘round the streets, we was levellin’ (Told me turn)
We just levelled up (Turn)
These young niggas comin’ up (Turn)
Blood, sweet and tears to get this money up (Turn)
Yeah, we just run it up (Turn, turn, turn)
All these VVS are trapped in the ring, Royal Rumble (One)
She mustn’t open before, she can’t know the hustle (One)
Told brodie she in love with the flick, she don’t love you (One)
Plain Louis V, sometimes the drip can be subtle (Turn, turn, turn, One)

[Verse 1]
Had to turn it up (One)
Playin’ double dutch (One)
Was comin’ up (One)
Tryna camouflage (One)
Bro tryna balance up
On the handlebars (Suh)
Now they done with us (Suh)
How we sum it up (Suh-suh-suh-suh)
King and queen on the duffle (Turn, turn)
I was tryna find the missin’ piece to the puzzle (Turn, turn)
Had to walk blind, no one teached me to hustle (Turn, turn, turn)
All the times I thought I pulled a face with a new-new (They told me turn)
So much calls, you’re forgettin’ who’s who (Turn, turn)
Me and bro had to sample a few cubes (Turn, turn)
We up now, they all think we do judu (Turn)
Guess that’s all want us to lose (Turn, turn, turn, turn)
This lifestyle chose me, no, I didn’t choose it (One)
The system just wanna see me in the news (One)
Racial profiling, they discriminate when they judge you
In the courthouse with this long hair like Rapunzel

[Chorus]
(One)
I was way too content with depression (Suh, suh)
All those negatives turn me into a perfectionist (Suh-suh-suh-suh)
How was I sentimental with no sentiment? (Turn)
Loneliness became me in my element (Turn, turn)
How much cold nights did I sleep up in HM? (Told me turn, ayy)
Way too hard to settle with the settlement (Told me turn)
Paranoid, sweetie and the fellowship (Told me turn)
Every day, runnin’ ‘round the streets, we was levellin’ (Told me turn)
We just levelled up (Turn)
These young niggas comin’ up (Turn)
Blood, sweet and tears to get this money up (Turn)
Yeah, we just run it up (Turn, turn, turn)
All these VVS are trapped in the ring, Royal Rumble (One)
She mustn’t open before, she can’t know the hustle (One)
Told brodie she in love with the flick, she don’t love you (One)
Plain Louis V, sometimes the drip can be subtle (Turn, turn, turn, One)

[Verse 2]
In the spaceship, I’m feelin’ like an alien
Feds on my toes, they know every single alias
I always wanted money, but I didn’t want the fame with it, yeah
Funny how I understand, I’m feelin’ like I’m faded feels
You’re rockin’ with the mockers, homie, they ain’t real
Nobody ever told me how to make a mil
Hundred K in cash, jakes can have me just to take the wheel
All because my nigga told me take the deal
Negative, positive, I’m in the papers
Jail house, I had to forget that I’m famous
I’m talkin’ that street shit and still on the playlist
No gettin’ not guilty, I’ve overcome got cases

[Interlude]
For defendant, Mr. Irving Adjei
Under the charge of attempted murder
We hearby find you not guilty

[Chorus]
(One)
I was way too content with depression (Suh, suh)
All those negatives turn me into a perfectionist (Suh-suh-suh-suh)
How was I sentimental with no sentiment? (Turn)
Loneliness became me in my element (Turn, turn)
How much cold nights did I sleep up in HM? (Told me turn, ayy)
Way too hard to settle with the settlement (Told me turn)
Paranoid, sweetie and the fellowship (Told me turn)
Every day, runnin’ ‘round the streets, we was levellin’ (Told me turn)
We just levelled up (Turn)
These young niggas comin’ up (Turn)
Blood, sweet and tears to get this money up (Turn)
Yeah, we just run it up (Turn, turn, turn)
All these VVS are trapped in the ring, Royal Rumble (One)
She mustn’t open before, she can’t know the hustle (One)
Told brodie she in love with the flick, she don’t love you (One)
Plain Louis V, sometimes the drip can be subtle (Turn, turn, turn, One)

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NLE Choppa – Protect Lyrics

Play this song

[Intro]
Yeah, NLE the Top Shotta
Got the bombs like Al-Qaeda
Yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah
I said I’m the booth with pneumonia symptoms
But they might say it’s Corona symptoms
Oh-oh, oh-oh, woah, oh woah, oh
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, ayy

[Verse 1]
Reminiscin’ ’bout the old days (Old days)
Back when the Grizzlies had O.J., yeah
When I had me a bald fade, wanted all the J’s and I couldn’t get no play (And I couldn’t get no play)
Times fly by when you having fun
But back then I ain’t feel like I had nothin’
Back when a nigga didn’t need a mask on (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
But I kept a ski mask and my cash grew long (Oh-oh, oh-oh, oh woah)
Mom bumpin’ Jodeci, Jodesay
Pop drink the rosé on a Sunday
I had school on Monday (On Monday)
Contemplatin’ droppin’ out, I was only in the tenth grade (I was only in the tenth grade)
I’m a boss, they was tryna make us slaves
A lotta souls been lost since pre-k (Since pre-k)
Our thoughts create our reality
Confirmation, it came from the CIA (From the CIA)
There’s a topic that need to be unmuted
But we’ll cross that bridge when we come to it (When it come to it)
Couple miles away, we ain’t gotta run to it (Run to it)
Marathon gettin’ shorter, we gon’ break through it (We gon’ break through it)
I’d rather teach wellness, to kings and queens
Matter of fact, gods and goddesses (Gods and goddesses)
I’m pickin’ they brains, put facts in they head
They callin’ me a cosmetologist (A cosmetologist)
Why the Bible similar to astrology?
Prophet makin’ prophecies
How many days the sun goin’ down on the 21st? I say, “About three”
Vaccines, the mark of the beast (The mark of the beast)
Can’t put no chip in me (No chip in me)
Tryna break spirituality (Reality)
Tryna fuck up DNA and my genes (My genes)

[Chorus]
Protect the mind and soul
Protect your body too (Ayy-ayy, woah-woah)
Don’t leave the house without my crystals
VVS’s can’t protect my soul (Ayy-ayy, woah-woah)
Protect the mind and soul
Protect your body too (Ayy-ayy, woah-woah)
Don’t leave the house without my crystals (Ayy-ayy, woah-woah)
VVS’s can’t protect my soul (Ayy, ayy, ayy)

[Verse 2]
To make a long story short you would have to book the words in courts
Nothing less, nothing more, playin’ chess with the boards
Tell a nigga pick the poison, abortion or orphan
Had to take me to Maury
Oh Lordy, the majority of the kids I may have been mournin’
Tell me grand risin’, don’t tell me good morning
Words put a spell on my conscience
I’m risin’ and I’m horny
Had to come fresh with a girl named Lauren
But she was too borin’
Ignorin’ outpouring of the pain, in her heart, she was storin’
Her head’s in the clouds, she was soaring, and she was foreign
Will I ever find love one day (One day) before they put me in my grave? (My grave)
People been temporary (Yeah, yeah)
Can I just get my way, can I just get my way?
If you come in my life just stay
Can you stay? Baby, stay for me
I changed my ways, did you wait?
I hate to say, you didn’t wait for me
All the shit I felt been fake
It left me baked, call me bakery
Don’t check on me, I’m doin’ fine
Everything been divine, just pray for me
Slow and steady win the race, but I’ve been pickin’ up the pace
I had to lace up my laces, I’m lookin’ behind me, they chasin’, they chasin’, they chasin’
The finish line been awaitin’
The people, they clap and they wavin’
Congragulatin’, praisin’ me ’cause I just conquered Satan
I’m praisin’ this feeling, amazin’
I was stuck up in a basement then I started elevatin’

[Chorus]
Protect the mind and soul
Protect your body too (Ayy-ayy, woah-woah)
Don’t leave the house without my crystals
VVS’s can’t protect my soul (Ayy-ayy, woah-woah)
Protect the mind and soul
Protect your body too (Ayy-ayy, woah-woah)
Don’t leave the house without my crystals (Ayy-ayy, woah-woah)
VVS’s can’t protect my soul (Ayy, ayy, ayy)

[Outro]
NLE the Top Shotta
Got the bombs like Al-Qaeda
Ayy-ayy, woah, oh
Ayy-ayy, ayy-ayy, uh
Ayy-ayy, ayy-ayy, uh
Ayy-ayy, ayy-ayy, uh
Woah-oh, woah-oh, woah-oh, woah-oh, woah-woah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

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Yung Fume – Help You Out Lyrics (feat. Lil Durk)

[Intro]
(Forrest Beats)

[Chorus: Yung Fume & Lil Durk]
I tried to give you people help, I tried to help you out (Yeah)
Never let my people fail, I'll never sell you out
And if my brothers go jail, I'm gonna bail you out (Bail you out)
These groupies on me for some clout
Got some shooters on the low and they'll L you out
Got some shooters on the low and they'll L you out
Percocets and Xans now, bitch I am the man now (Yeah, yeah)
Catch his ass, man down
Lackin' with his pants down (Yeah, yeah)

I tried to give you people help, I tried to help you out (Yeah)
Never let my people fail, I'll never sell you out
And if my brothers go jail, I'm gonna bail you out (Bail you out)
These groupies on me for some clout
Got some shooters on the low and they'll L you out
Got some shooters on the low and they'll L you out
Percocets and Xans now, bitch I am the man now (Yeah, yeah)
Catch his ass, man down
Lackin' with his pants down (Yeah, yeah)

[Verse 1: Lil Durk]
One time he' a shooter, the other minute they ain't stand down (Stand down)
When you go to jail you love them bitches who ain't stayin' down (Yeah, yeah)
Wanna f*ck a bitch but she gon' tweak, I know she fan down (Fan down)
Me knowin' my bitch, gon' cut off my dick, when she find out
You told or not, nigga? That's confusion (That's confusion)
These real VVS's, not infusions (Ooh woah)
They'll try to count you out whenever you losin'
I used it for my motivation when I was losin' (Oh)
I need you, you need me (You need me)
I lost you, I couldn't think (I couldn't think)
I lost you, I couldn't breathe (I couldn't breathe)
I'm just tryna get back, we ain't grievin'
Walkin' down the darkest road all alone, you left me alone
Get on my own, was my own, can you really leave me alone
[Chorus: Yung Fume & Lil Durk]
I tried to give you people help, I tried to help you out (Yeah)
Never let my people fail, I'll never sell you out
And if my brothers go jail, I'm gonna bail you out (Bail you out)

These groupies on me for some clout
Got some shooters on the low and they'll L you out
Got some shooters on the low and they'll L you out
Percocets and Xans now, bitch I am the man now (Yeah, yeah)
Catch his ass, man down
Lackin' with his pants down (Yeah, yeah)

[Verse 2: Yung Fume]
I tried to give you people help, I tried to help you out (Yeah)
Never let my people fail, I'll never sell you out (Sell you out)
Ridin' through the Dirty South (Ayy)
Trap money, now it's money in the bank account
I was in the A smokin' an ounce (Ounce)
Yeah, I was in the A my hitta hold a hunnid rounds
In the strip club, that's the hookah lounge (Lounge)
If I tell my brother, "Pull it", he gon' pull it out
I ain't tryna sign if the label ain't talkin' large ammounts
Trappin' out my grandma house, rapping 'til I make it out
Clap him then I'm skatin' out, uh (Oh, oh)
I'm skatin' out
Only talkin' money, you better pay me now
Bitches wanna f*ck, yeah they tryna have my baby now (Ooh)
Me and Ladi on the grind, we seein' paper, wow
So much sons in the game, tryna take my style
I'ma put tints on the Range 'cause I'm famous now (I'm famous now), yeah
[Chorus: Yung Fume & Lil Durk]
I tried to give you people help, I tried to help you out (Yeah)
Never let my people fail, I'll never sell you out
And if my brothers go jail, I'm gonna bail you out (Bail you out)
These groupies on me for some clout
Got some shooters on the low and they'll L you out
Got some shooters on the low and they'll L you out
Percocets and Xans now, bitch I am the man now (Yeah, yeah)
Catch his ass, man down
Lackin' with his pants down (Yeah, yeah)

[Outro: Yung Fume]
I tried to give you people help, I tried to help you out
Never let my people fail, I'll never sell you out
Glow bullet, hmm, ooh woah
Got some shooters on the low and they'll L you out (Yeah, yeah)
Got some shooters on the low and they'll L you out (Ooh, ooh, ooh)
Glow bullet

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Lil’ Duke – Most Wanted Lyrics (feat. Peewee Longway & Offset)

[Intro]
Tryna get through
Smokin’ rapper f*ck
Do right get you some sacks

[Chorus: Lil Duke]
All of my whole life I been waiting on this moment
And why the hell you rented something so cheap
You coulda owned it
And my niggas got felonies man all them niggas wanted
I could take on whatever in front of me show me my opponent
Americas most wanted, most wanted, most wanted
Most wanted, most wanted, most wanted
Americas most wanted, most wanted, most wanted
Most wanted, most wanted, most wanted
Americas most wanted

[Verse 1: PeeWee Longway]
They posting my face up on corners, Americas Most Wanted
I’m ready to take my opponent
Trappin’ the pack on the corner, OG gas
Most of my niggas we felons for intent to distribute them onions we workin’ our bag
Keepin’ it blue crippin’ trap with the rag
Americas most wanted for trap and dab
Dope in my Rollie leaving out that lab
Arabian bitch pulling up in the lab
Been waitin’ on my moment
Got a head chopper can’t wait to use
In the traphouse I went undisuputed
Take that lil’ bitch make a movie
Stuff crust up the bitch with 2 gram doobies
Make that bitch spit up loogies
We chewin’ on my shrooms, hallucinating
Cavalli my body, moon shades
Longway be kickin’ and pimpin’ like he from the bay
Forever most wanted, paper cuts thumbin’ through hundreds

[Chorus: Lil Duke & Offset]
All of my whole life I been waiting on this moment
And why the hell you rented something so cheap
You coulda owned it
And my niggas got felonies man all them niggas wanted
I could take on whatever in front of me show me my opponent
Americas most wanted, most wanted, most wanted

Most wanted, most wanted, most wanted
Americas most wanted, most wanted, most wanted
Most wanted, most wanted, most wanted (Uh, oh)
Americas most wanted (Offset)

[Verse 2: Offset]
How does it feel to be stuck in this situation where you can’t even elevate
My niggas on go they accelerate
A million two cups I’ma celebrate
When I’m droppin’ the top off the ‘Rari
I’m sippin’ on Actavis I’m good on Bacardi
Look at the haters through my Cartiers (See ya)
Dab up on that bitch like I’m from Bel Air
I know that you thinkin’ that it ain’t fair
Because all of my niggas flexin’ Ric Flair
You don’t want war, I declare
My niggas with me, hood affair
Running through the lobby trappin’ broccoli
Come through the bitch and countin’ up monopoly
Most of my niggas coming from the poverty
We seen it coming took the opportunity

[Verse 3: Lil Duke]
I know how to whip a whole well
Trappin’ and servin’ the fish scale
All ’bout a work and I don’t need a scale
Coming in 50 pounds, kilo bales
I’m so on point no nail
Promethazine with codeine got me movin’ like a snail
Only run with big dogs, p*ssy nigga be well
Now its Rollies 40 pointers VVS’s, big stones

[Chorus: Lil Duke]
All of my whole life I been waiting on this moment
And why the hell you rented something so cheap
You coulda owned it
And my niggas got felonies man all them niggas wanted
I could take on whatever in front of me show me my opponent
Americas most wanted, most wanted, most wanted
Most wanted, most wanted, most wanted
Americas most wanted, most wanted, most wanted
Most wanted, most wanted, most wanted
Americas most wanted

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Headie One – Hear No Evil Lyrics (feat. Future)

We get money and brand new Pradas
I can’t front ’cause niggas be ballin’
I got the bando jumpin’ like Spalding
Get your hit up, get sliced in the face
Ain’t no love for no nigga who hate
I got the hood on lock, it’s laced
Ain’t no witnesses, ain’t no traces
Pluto

Yuh, hear no evil, see no evil (Turn, turn)
Lil’ bro done a drill while I was in Dubai eatin’ seafood (Turn, turn, turn, turn, woo, turn, ayy)
When that block pop, no diesel
Unlimited pistols but that shotgun too [?]
My hitters tryna do it like Beanie Sigel
Get down or lay it down (Bah, bah)
Get down or lay it down, our smoke and theirs ain’t got the same sound
On the bando floor, there’s needles
Not a wire or strip in your mouth
Never can we sleep on the [?]
Right now we’re just throwin’ Ls down
Our hustle was the way of livin’
They ain’t see the vision, Ray Charles, Ray Charles (Ayy)
But we not playin’ foul, money, respect, and power
Opp man still tryna chase that clout
But we fill the air with gunpowder
Bad b come to the niz
Eyes up, face down, she in love with the flick
Said her ledge is wet, lookin’ like I let her come on my wrist
All the times I whipped
I left her as a D on the sink
All the times that I lost that smoke
I had the Fed tryna search for my prints (Ah, ah)
When I think it’s run, though
When I rise, I’m not brushin’ my teeth (Turn)
I run up those dreams, still holdin’ my heart
Still holdin’ my soul, I got it in ink, yeah

Hear no evil, see no evil
On the bando floor was needles
We do numbers like we Beatles
I go bonkers swervin’ the Beamer
They wanna bite my drip, mosquito
Rockin’ vintage by Moschino
Walk in Chanel and spent a kilo
Got my magazine like Benzino
Breakin’ up bank three days like CeeLo
Makin’ a movie, Al Pacino
Split your throat, it’s like a free throw
Hop in a ghost with a bag, your P.O.
Hoppin’ in Paris like I’m mobbin’ in Rio
They can’t compare me, I’m livin’ la vida
Wrappin’ up bail, I’m like a burrito
Talk on the head, tryna get my C notes (Turn, turn)

Hear no evil, see no evil
To show you I be home in twenty-eight days
I thought it was a standard R.I.C.O.
We come out illegal, Mary just come out in Dior
Concierge come out with [?], G17 is a free-throw

We go outta cup for the peoples
My life’s like a movie, one car less like the sequel
I feel ever-critical, givin’ advice to the juvies
Five lanes and [?]
I ride it around like I’m new to this
I know these VVS, they jewelers

That’s us in the night, red light
And the dawg goes off, I know it’s tried
Leave me alone, I don’t know who scattered
The phone’s not mine, I don’t know them class
He was tight and we would fly them
You was high, then was was glidin’
Off that safety be hurt your landin’
Purple spread, coronavirus
Scoreboard done whitewashed
Sir, are the opps in mind?
That’s fine, that’s keepers, but we can’t find them
Thought an extra man on E like Cyrus
Throw that in two-two, throw that it on niners
Would’ve been added, but it ain’t at ya
Crossed on M-P when it went empty
Man just pissed ’cause they wanna be like us
Look at the timepieces, timeless
Look at the nuzzles, silent
Lifestyle flicky, step with a blicky, act is violent
Whole world isn’t safe, I better be sittin’ all pretty
Hear no evil, see no evil, she wanna buy the boy like Diddy

My lifestyle, look at the flick of the wrist
Lookin’ hot when you’re flippin’ the brick
Forty-one points, VVS on swish
Livin’ this life in the cameras and lights
Hell of a life when you covered in ice
Had the hot boys, I can get precise
Takin’ her down on a private flight
Money and power, cocaine, gunpowder
Money and power, cocaine, gunpowder
Money and power, cocaine, gunpowder
Money and power, cocaine, gunpowder

Hear no evil, see no evil
To show you I be home in twenty-eight days
I thought it was a standard R.I.C.O.
We come out illegal, Mary just come out in Dior
Concierge come out with [?], G17 is a free-throw
We go outta cup for the peoples
My life’s like a movie, one car less like the sequel
I feel ever-critical, givin’ advice to the juvies
Five lanes and [?]
I ride it around like I’m new to this
I know these VVS, they jewelers

Rasta boy, [?], bomboclaat, slice the throat
Rasta boy, [?], bomboclaat, slice the throat
Money and power, cocaine, gunpowder
Money and power, cocaine, gunpowder
Money and power, cocaine, gunpowder
Money and power, cocaine, gunpowder

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Frvrfriday – Window Shopping Lyrics (feat. Lil Baby)

[Intro: FRVRFRIDAY]
This that Paperboy

[Chorus: FRVRFRIDAY]
Where your money? Get it poppin’ (Where your money? Get it poppin’)
Never seen no window shoppin’ (Never seen no window shoppin’)
Glad I never had to rob
Now FRVR like a mob
They ain’t hit me with the nonsense (Sheesh)
This a Rollie, f*ck deposit
I’m bored of getting money if I’m honest
Baby, let me get the context
Why you gotta hit me with the nonsense?

[Post-Chorus: FRVRFRIDAY]
Drop that ass, she feel the best when she pop that ass
I’m in the mood, so I like that fast, okay
Sent a message and I sent it back, uh
(Why you hit me with the non-, hit me with the- with the nonsense?)

[Verse 1: FRVRFRIDAY]
Know you tryna sex me (Know you tryna sex me)
Wanna get the best me, yeah
Heard these niggas wanna test me, yeah
Got the aura that protects me, uh
In the corner throwing left cheek, yeah
Now I see that they’re to get me, uh
Towards me, that p*ssy friendly, uh
(Why you hit me with the non-, hit me with the- with the nonsense?)

[Chorus: FRVRFRIDAY]
Where your money? Get it poppin’ (Where your money? Get it poppin’)
Never seen no window shoppin’ (Never seen no window shoppin’)
Glad I never had to rob
Now FRVR like a mob
They ain’t hit me with the nonsense (Sheesh)
This a Rollie, f*ck deposit
I’m bored of getting money if I’m honest
Baby, let me get the context
Why you gotta hit me with the nonsense?

[Post-Chorus: FRVRFRIDAY]
Drop that ass, she feel the best when she pop that ass
I’m in the mood, so I like that fast, okay
Sent a message and I sent it back, uh
(Why you hit me with the non-, hit me with the- with the nonsense?)

[Verse 2: Lil Baby]
We go through the back now, so it definitely ain’t no window shoppin’
Never been too choosy, but on God I got plenty options
Shit that I done been through with the squad, we forever locked in
Whatever the order, check the Forbes, yeah, your boy poppin’
They don’t really love you, they just love what you can do for ’em
But I love what you can do for me
The way you check that they respect for me
You deserve a couple checks from me
No rubber, but it’s safe for me
No matter what, you wait on me
VVS they skate on me, them bitches try to lay on me
They definitely ain’t gon’ stay with me
Told them boys don’t play with me
Half a million dollars and the drive it go from A to Z
I be on some other shit, that shit that they can’t wait to see
Take your body, make you melt, I try to do that every week
You be on my mind all the time, even if we don’t speak
I be on the grind all the time, you get the real me
Choppa speak forever, nah for real, you feel me?

[Chorus: FRVRFRIDAY]
Where your money? Get it poppin’ (Where your money? Get it poppin’)
Never seen no window shoppin’ (Never seen no window shoppin’)
Glad I never had to rob
Now FRVR like a mob
They ain’t hit me with the nonsense (Sheesh)
This a Rollie, f*ck deposit
I’m bored of getting money if I’m honest
Baby, let me get the context
Why you gotta hit me with the nonsense?

[Post-Chorus: FRVRFRIDAY]
Drop that ass, she feel the best when she pop that ass
I’m in the mood, so I like that fast, okay
Sent a message and I sent it back, uh
(Why you hit me with the non-, hit me with the- with the nonsense?)

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French Montana – Straight For The Bag Lyrics (feat. Lgp Qua)

[French Montana:]
Straight for the bag (Han)
Straight for the bag (Han)
Comin’ straight for the bag (Han)
Look dead in my face comin’ straight for the bag (Han)

Real niggas comin’ straight for the bag (Bag)
Bad bitches comin’ straight for the bag (Bag)
Ski mask comin’ straight for the bag (Woo)
Speed pass comin’ straight for the bag
Han, han
Straight for the bag (Stop playin’ with me, han)
Straight for the bag (Stop playin’ with me, han)
Straight for the bag (Stop playin’ with me, han)
Comin’ straight for the bag (Han)

[LGP Qua:]
I’m comin’ straight for the bag ain’t no kill with me
I need mines and yours, I guess that’s the Philly in me
I tell her that I love her, I guess that’s the Henny in me
Move foreign out the lot and I promise you it ain’t rented
Hottest in my city, I link with French now I’m turnin’ up
Niggas in your crib masked up, they hit at them [?]
Left me in the game ’bout to take it over, I’m blowin’ up
All white VVS gold, baby, I’m glowin’ up
Real nigga party, you can’t get no invitation
He got life, but they still respect him, he ain’t say shit
Caught him lackin’, jump up out the whip, gave him the whole clip
He court [?] instead you gettin’ life, gave up his whole [?]

[French Montana:]
Real niggas comin’ straight for the bag (Bag)
Bad bitches comin’ straight for the bag (Bag)
Ski mask comin’ straight for the bag (Woo)
Speed pass comin’ straight for the bag

Han, han
Straight for the bag (Stop playin’ with me, han)
Straight for the bag (Stop playin’ with me, han)
Straight for the bag (Stop playin’ with me, han)
Comin’ straight for the bag (Han)

[LGP Qua:]
Let’s get paid my nigga, that be the motto
Where I’m from they rob banks, nigga, they don’t bank on the lotto
Two things you smell in the air, death with gelato
In the field it’s nothin’ but dead bodies, Cinco de Mayo
Come through the baggage on me, they got the pale face
He ain’t leave a witness but definitely left some shell case
Couldn’t beat the case ’cause he black and you know the just racist
Keep it real I like blue faces, nigga, not new faces
Hear it in my voice, man I’m hungry, nigga it’s dinner time
You can’t break bread with your team, then he ain’t a friend of mine
Once I close my bedroom door, she know that it’s liquor time
I told these rappers they time tickin’, nigga I been the boom

[French Montana:]
Real niggas comin’ straight for the bag (Bag)
Bad bitches comin’ straight for the bag (Bag)
Ski mask comin’ straight for the bag (Woo)
Speed pass comin’ straight for the bag
Han, han
Straight for the bag (Stop playin’ with me, han)
Straight for the bag (Stop playin’ with me, han)
Straight for the bag (Stop playin’ with me, han)
Comin’ straight for the bag (Han)

Stop playin’ with me
Stop playin’ with me
Stop playin’ with me

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Killy – Sailor Moon Lyrics

[Intro]
Ooh, ah
FREAKEY!
Ooh, yeah

[Chorus]
Bad bitch lean on me (Me), like Sailor Moon (Moon)
SRT hit the streets (Vroom), it’s made for two (Skrrt, yeah)
She wanna drink all of my lean, get chopped and screwed (Yeah, yeah)
She thinks my life so cool, she gon’ do whatever we do (Ever we do)
When I’m gone, stay inside, lil’ bitch (Inside, lil’ bitch)
We was off and on, got no time for shit (No, no, no)
No hold on, wipe your eyes real quick (No, no, no, no, no)
Let’s get lost and forget and get high for this (High)

[Verse]
Bad with an attitude, she so damn moody (Huh, what?!)
VVS bust down face, I’m sabertoothin’ (Huh, woo)
She speakin’ to me in tongues and I might be fluent (No)
I’m suited and booted, my head in the clouds, and my mind where the moon is (No)

I gave my all and it’s all I know
When you at the top, you gon’ fall, we won’t
f*ck all of my ops, I hope they die slow (f*ck ’em)
Icy, I’ma frost and my heart so cold (Brr, ayy)

[Chorus]
Bad bitch lean on me (Me), like Sailor Moon (Moon)
SRT hit the streets (Vroom), it’s made for two (Skrrt, yeah)
She wanna drink all of my lean, get chopped and screwed (Yeah, yeah)
She thinks my life so cool, she gon’ do whatever we do (Ever we do)
When I’m gone, stay inside, lil’ bitch (Inside, lil’ bitch)
We was off and on, got no time for shit (No, no, no)
No, hold on, wipe your eyes real quick (No, no, no, no, no)
Let’s get lost and forget and get high for this (High)

[Outro]
High
FREAKEY!, FREAKEY!
FREAKEY!

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Ty Dolla Sign – Don’t Judge Me lyrics

[Intro: Swae Lee]
Don’t judge me
EarDrummers

[Hook: Ty Dolla $ign]
On the liqs right now don’t judge me
Right now, off a bean don’t judge me
I might pop a seal in the morning
Lately, I’ve been goin’ through a lot of things
On the liqs right now don’t judge me
Blow the whole pound, don’t judge me, yeah
I don’t want it if it ain’t a two piece, yeah
Lately, I’ve been goin’ through a lot of things
Lately, I’ve been goin’ through a lot of things yeah
Came up from the mud to the finer things yeah
I can’t trust no one, I can’t trust nobody now
Only thing they want, only thing they want is money now

[Verse 1: Ty Dolla Sign]
Rollie flood the VVS
50 on my neck
Made a mil’ out of nothing, made it all out of nothing
Gucci like yeah, Saint Laurent like yeah
Diamonds all VVS, day ones like yeah

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[Hook: Ty Dolla $ign]
On the liqs right now don’t judge me
Right now I’m off a bean don’t judge me
I might pop a seal in the money
Lately, I’ve been goin’ through a lot of things
On the liqs right now don’t judge me
Blow the whole pound, don’t judge me, yeah
I don’t want it if it ain’t a two piece, yeah
Lately, I’ve been goin’ through a lot of things

[Verse 2: Future]
I’ve been on the liqs, don’t judge me (don’t judge me)
Let me have a threesome if you love me (you love me)
Don’t you look at me like you can’t trust me (you can’t trust me)
Lately, I’ve been going through some things (lately I’ve been goin’through)
I’ve been doing drugs, don’t judge me (don’t you touch me)
Right now, on the mud, don’t judge me (I’m on a yeah)
Let me have my fun with this two piece, yeah
That shiny molly got me Chinese

[Hook: Ty Dolla $ign]
On the liqs right now don’t judge me
Right now off a bean don’t judge me
I might pop a seal in the money
Lately, I’ve been goin’ through a lot of things
On the liqs right now don’t judge me
Blow the whole pound, don’t judge me, yeah
I don’t want it if it ain’t a two piece, yeah
Lately, I’ve been goin’ through a lot of things

[Verse 3: Swae Lee]
I can squeeze like three in the front seat (front seat)
Ferrari, just forgot about the back seats (back seat)
Liquored down, hell yeah, don’t judge me (Judge me)
She said, one day your gonna love me (love me)
Hard work pays off, trust me (Pays off)
Sober as I am, don’t touch me (Touch me)
Seeming like the drugs is saying flush me
Everyday, I plan on getting lucky
Chase more cuz’ my niggas on a high speed
So, we need five tables in Hibachi
I might put it on her in a hurry
Paid in full, so I’m not guilty

[Hook: Ty Dolla $ign]
On the liqs right now don’t judge me
Right now off a bean don’t judge me
I might pop a seal in the money
Lately, I’ve been goin’ through a lot of things
On the liqs right now don’t judge me
Got a whole pound, don’t judge me, yeah
I don’t want it if it ain’t a two piece, yeah
Lately, I’ve been goin’ through a lot of things

[Outro: Future]
[?] on your face
[?]
Look how much you made
[?]
You got tricks up your sleeve
Take you to the Hills to f*ck on your face
Love me more than the drugs that I take
Neglection from the underworld got you virally
Still falling from the same game you fell for privately
You ought to be where you say you are, but roses don’t grow overnight
You took a few bites, I didn’t think you was aight
I’ll try to get over in my after-life, this life right here ain’t aight
I don’t even know how I fell for your type, this sh*t aight

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Born – Hot Topic (feat. Quavo)

[Intro: Quavo]
Ye, ye, ye, yeah
Ye, ye, ye, yeah
Ye, ye, ye, yeah
Migo, oooh

[Hook: Quavo]
Hot topic (yea), told her pop it
Money in my pocket (oh, cash)
We hotboxin’ (hotbox)
In the tropics, yeah we on a island (yeah)
Ye, ye, ye, yeah
Hot topic (aye), yeah we poppin’ (oh)
Hot topic (yea), yeah we poppin’ (pipe up)
Bad bitch, Mona Lisa (aye)
Thousand miles just to meet ya (aye)
Now I won’t wanna keep her (aye, no)
It’s cheaper to leave her (yea)

[Verse 1: Born]
Check out and know that I be the topic
Yeah, I be gettin’ it poppin’
Got a bad bitch she live on the islands
When we together we stylin’
Put her on a mission she up for the cha’
She always know I be wildin’
She always love I be grindin’
Got it through money and violence
VVS diamonds they always the shinest
Stay on the plane yeah I’m always the flyest
Where ever I go yeah, I roll with the iron
I ain’t the one that you wanna be tryin’
No, I just be gettin’ the work when I whip it or buy it
Fuck all the hater, the haters live off this lyin’
Can’t stop me, oh no they can’t stop me
Pocket full of money, yeah, yeah, yeah
She pop a molly, she just wanna party
Oh, yeah that my topic

[Hook: Quavo]
Hot topic (yea), told her pop it
Money in my pocket (oh, cash)
We hotboxin’ (hotbox)
In the tropics, yeah we on a island (yeah)
Ye, ye, ye, yeah
Hot topic (aye), yeah we poppin’ (oh)
Hot topic (yea), yeah we poppin’ (pipe up)
Bad bitch, Mona Lisa (aye)
Thousand miles just to meet ya (aye)
Now I won’t wanna keep her (aye, no)
It’s cheaper to leave her (yea)

[Verse 2: Born]
Yeah, It’s cheaper to leave her
So if she fuss I’mma leave her
Shorty must think that I need her
I tell her ‘watch out bitch I’m not a believer’
I just be smokin’ my weed up
Ain’t got no time for no skeezer
Ain’t got no time for no fever
I’m gettin’ a headache I’m drinkin’ my lean up
You spendin’ your re-up, I get it for free
I’m driving a 6 and I’m all in the streets
I ride with a bitch and she holdin’ my weed
I ride with a stick for who want it with me
The one I delete, think I won’t pull up and jump out the V
I’m dumpin’ the heat, all of these bullets they come on repeat
Hot topic, yeah we poppin’
All of these bitches I know they watchin’
Hot topic, yeah we poppin’
In Santo Domingo so many options

[Hook: Quavo]
Hot topic (yea), told her pop it
Money in my pocket (oh, cash)
We hotboxin’ (hotbox)
In the tropics, yeah we on a island (yeah)
Ye, ye, ye, yeah
Hot topic (aye), yeah we poppin’ (oh)
Hot topic (yea), yeah we poppin’ (pipe up)
Bad bitch, Mona Lisa (aye)
Thousand miles just to meet ya (aye)
Now I won’t wanna keep her (aye, no)
It’s cheaper to leave her (yea)

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Ty Dolla $ign – Don’t Judge Me (feat. Future & Swae Lee)

[Intro: Swae Lee]
Don’t judge me
Ear Drummers

[Hook: Ty Dolla $ign]
On the liqs right now don’t judge me
Right now I’m off a beam don’t judge me
I might pop a seal in the money
Lately, I’ve been goin’ through a lot of things
On the liqs right now don’t judge me
Blow the whole pound, don’t judge me, yeah
I don’t want it if it ain’t a two piece, yeah
Lately, I’ve been goin’ through a lot of things
Lately, I’ve been goin’ through a lot of things yeah
Came up from the mud to the finer things yeah
I can’t trust no one, I can’t trust nobody now
Only thing they want, only thing they want is money now

[Verse 1: Ty Dolla Sign]
Rollie flood the VVS
50 on my neck
Made a mil’ out of nothing, made it all out of nothing
Gucci like yeah, Saint Laurent like yeah
Diamonds all VVS, day ones like yeah

[Hook: Ty Dolla $ign]
On the liqs right now don’t judge me
Right now I’m off a beam don’t judge me
I might pop a seal in the money
Lately, I’ve been goin’ through a lot of things
On the liqs right now don’t judge me
Blow the whole pound, don’t judge me, yeah
I don’t want it if it ain’t a two piece, yeah
Lately, I’ve been goin’ through a lot of things

[Verse 2: Future]
I’ve been on the liqs, don’t judge me (don’t judge me)
Let me have a threesome if you love me (you love me)
Don’t you look at me like you can’t trust me (you can’t trust me)
Lately, I’ve been going through some things (lately I’ve been goin’through)
I’ve been doing drugs, don’t touch me (don’t you touch me)
Right now, on the mud, don’t judge me (I’m on a yeah)
Let me have my fun with this two piece, yeah
[?]Chinese molly got me Chinese

[Hook: Ty Dolla $ign]
On the liqs right now don’t judge me
Right now I’m off a beam don’t judge me
I might pop a seal in the money
Lately, I’ve been goin’ through a lot of things
On the liqs right now don’t judge me
Blow the whole pound, don’t judge me, yeah
I don’t want it if it ain’t a two piece, yeah
Lately, I’ve been goin’ through a lot of things

[Verse 3: Swae Lee]
I can squeeze like three in the front seat
Ferrari, just forgot about the back seats
Liquored down, hell yeah, don’t judge me (Judge me)
She said, one day your gonna love me
Hard work pays off, trust me (Pays off)
Sober as I am, don’t touch me (Touch me)
Seeming like the drugs is saying flush me
Everyday, I plan on getting lucky
Chase more cuz’ my niggas on a high speed
So, we need five tables in Hibachi
I might put it on her in a hurry
Paid in full, so I’m not guilty

[Hook: Ty Dolla $ign]
On the liqs right now don’t judge me
Right now I’m off a beam don’t judge me
I might pop a seal in the money
Lately, I’ve been goin’ through a lot of things
On the liqs right now don’t judge me
Got a whole pound, don’t judge me, yeah
I don’t want it if it ain’t a two piece, yeah
Lately, I’ve been goin’ through a lot of things

[Outro: Future]
[?]
Look how much you made
[?]
You got tricks up your sleeve
Take it to the head to fuck on your face
[?]
Neglection from the underworld got you virally
Still falling from the same game you fell for privately
You ought to be where you say you are, but roses don’t grow overnight
You took a few bites, I didn’t think you was aight
I’ll try to get over in my after-life, this life right here ain’t aight
I don’t even know how I fell for your type, this shit aight

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Audio Push – Grits

[Chorus: Price]
Rock the boat, swerve the ship
Make it hot, stir the grits
Yeah rock the pole, swerve the ship
Make it hot, stir the grits
Yeah rock the pole, swerve the ship
Make it hot, stir the grits
Yeah rock the pole, swerve the ship
Make it hot, stir the grits

[Verse 1: Price]
Met me a lil gypsy that like incense and getting tipsy
Choosing on your fella ’cause I remind her of Mandela
Jacob on I’m flexing in, but this ain’t the Old Testament
Oktane, I’m still rapping with
I can’t tell you where rest them went
Damn but I’m still alive, thank the man up high
When I’m high, sitting inside my ride I’m still a stand-up guy
Look how they come after you when you never bruised
Look at all the friends you lose when you tell the truth
Back against the wall still feel a hundred feet tall
Versace on my drawers, like Lavar’s sons I ball
Been a boss since 16 I moved out my mothers
Baby got her own green so we smoked each other out
Picked her up in Carson, we don’t fuck with Ben Carson
VVS on glow, better resurrect your soul
Work them hips, stir them grits
Country fried, shake that shit
Ah ah ah ah, it’s quiet for that hatin’ shit

[Chorus: Price]
Rock the boat, swerve the ship
Make it hot, stir the grits
Yeah rock the pole, swerve the ship
Make it hot, stir the grits
Yeah rock the pole, swerve the ship
Make it hot, stir the grits
Yeah rock the pole, swerve the ship
Make it hot, stir the grits

[Verse 2: Oktane]
She thicker than a snicker and that thang got that grip
Don’t need no Lamborghini just Mustang that’s that whip
They hate on you then shake your hand, damn that’s that shit
We coming in, busting through the line, that’s that bliss
Smooth nigga with the best flow
By the time you get it it’s a retro
Up down, up down
She go up down up down
New sound what now?
They said they put us on a black list
Couldn’t tell got back in
Now we call that black magic
She hit the pole pay the bills
I don’t judge, don’t judge
Everywhere I go I show love, everywhere I go I blow buds
I don’t go to no clubs
Gotta be somebody birthday
Your best day my worst day
I dress like it’s first day
Focus in the work place
Put it all in my face
Got it all back there girl
Don’t let it all go to waste
Just landed with a fly camera
You swerve the ship, I’m a Titanic
When I go down, do not panic
Take you out your body I’m outstanding

[Chorus: Price]
Rock the boat, swerve the ship
Make it hot, stir the grits
Yeah rock the pole, swerve the ship
Make it hot, stir the grits
Yeah rock the pole, swerve the ship
Make it hot, stir the grits
Yeah rock the pole, swerve the ship
Make it hot, stir the grits

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Juicy J – Dats What I Thought (Highly Intoxicated Mixtape)

[Intro: Lord Infamous]
I see them fuckin’ press, oh no they better lay
It happens everyday don’t make me grab the gauge
Dangerously I play, I blast out yo rib cage
And put ya body in the back of that grey Chevrolet

[Chorus: Juicy J]
Niggas be talking that shit
But they ain’t really ’bout it when I see ’em
Yeah, dat’s what I thought
She told me she ain’t coming out the pussy
But fuck me anyway
Yeah, dat’s what I thought
Niggas say he gon’ run up with the pack
But brought it right back
Yeah, dat’s what I thought
Niggas say them diamonds VVS’ but they rhinestones
Yeah, dat’s what I thought
Dat’s what I thought
Dat’s what I thought
Dat’s what I thought
Dat’s what I thought
Dat’s what I thought
Dat’s what I thought
Dat’s what I thought
Dat’s what I thought
Nigga playing games with the bread ’til I come at his head
Yeah, dat’s what I thought
Niggas saying I look like a lick ’til I pull out them sticks
Yeah, dat’s what I thought

{Verse 1: Juicy J]
Say you on static, you got it, you ain’t really ’bout it my nigga
And dat’s what I thought
You gon’ quit talkin’ or either be off with your head instead
Yeah, dat’s what I thought
I know some niggas been trappin’ for half of they life and they rich And they never got caught
I know some bitches is fucking ’bout every rapper in the city
I never go wrong
I know some bitches that’s popping they pussy
Run up a check and they bring it right to me
Bitch, I’m a manager
I know how to handle you
I make a vet outta rookie
You tryna get paid or naw
Dat’s what I thought
Hit the stage and take it off
Hop in a Uber, I hop in this Bentley
And sip on this henny
Yeah, dat’s what I thought

[Chorus: Juicy J]
Niggas be talking that shit
But they ain’t really ’bout it when I see ’em
Yeah, dat’s what I thought
She told me she ain’t coming out the pussy
But fuck me anyway
Yeah, dat’s what I thought
Niggas say he gon’ run up with the pack
But brought it right back
Yeah, dat’s what I thought
Niggas say them diamonds VVS’ but they rhinestones
Yeah, dat’s what I thought
Dat’s what I thought
Dat’s what I thought
Dat’s what I thought
Dat’s what I thought
Dat’s what I thought
Dat’s what I thought
Dat’s what I thought
Dat’s what I thought
Nigga playing games with the bread ’til I come at his head
Yeah, dat’s what I thought
Niggas saying I look like a lick ’til I pull out them sticks
Yeah, dat’s what I thought

[Verse 2: Juicy J]
Bitch, I’m a boss (bitch, I’m a boss!)
I’m drippin’ in sauce (just follow the drip!)
I call it like Moss
She looking too hard
Yeah, dat’s what I thought
That what you rented? (that lil shit?)
This what I bought (this big boy shit!)
Show me the pink slip, nigga (where it at?)
Yeah, dat’s what I thought (that ain’t yo shit!)
Nigga be tough (talkin’ that shit!)
When they on the net (talkin’ that shit!)
When you see ’em in person (cough!)
They be like "I ain’t on that"
Dat’s what I thought
That bitch is fine, my truck got a line
That’s why I can fuck up a check
These niggas lying, they ain’t doing fine
Most of these niggas in debt
Start with the cap, you ain’t in the trap
Show me the pack
Yeah, dat’s what I thought
You niggas fool, this ain’t what you do
Show me the tool
Yeah, dat’s what I thought
You talking ’bout bricks like you with the shit
I bet you don’t even know how much it cost
You niggas lost, knock that shit off
Soak up the sauce, this shit can’t be bought

[Outro: Juicy J & Lord Infamous]
Niggas be talking they shit
But they ain’t really ’bout it when I see ’em
Yeah, dat’s what I thought
I see them fuckin’ press, oh no they better lay
It happens everyday don’t make me grab the gauge
Dangerously I play, I blast out yo rib cage
And put ya body in the back of that grey Chevrolet

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Audio Push – Grits (Last Lights Left Album)

[Chorus: Price]
Rock the boat, swerve the ship
Make it hot, stir the grits
Yeah rock the pole, swerve the ship
Make it hot, stir the grits
Yeah rock the pole, swerve the ship
Make it hot, stir the grits
Yeah rock the pole, swerve the ship
Make it hot, stir the grits

[Verse 1: Price]
Met me a lil gypsy that like incense and getting tipsy
Choosing on your fella ’cause I remind her of Mandela
Jacob on I’m flexing in, but this ain’t the Old Testament
Oktane, I’m still rapping with
I can’t tell you where rest them went
Damn but I’m still alive, thank the man up high
When I’m high, sitting inside my ride I’m still a stand-up guy
Look how they come after you when you never bruised
Look at all the friends you lose when you tell the truth
Back against the wall still feel a hundred feet tall
Versace on my drawers, like Lavar’s sons I ball
Been a boss since 16 I moved out my mothers
Baby got her own green so we smoked each other out
Picked her up in Carson, we don’t fuck with Ben Carson
VVS on glow, better resurrect your soul
Work them hips, stir them grits
Country fried, shake that shit
Ah ah ah ah, it’s quiet for that hatin’ shit

[Chorus: Price]
Rock the boat, swerve the ship
Make it hot, stir the grits
Yeah rock the pole, swerve the ship
Make it hot, stir the grits
Yeah rock the pole, swerve the ship
Make it hot, stir the grits
Yeah rock the pole, swerve the ship
Make it hot, stir the grits

[Verse 2: Oktane]
She thicker than a snicker and that thang got that grip
Don’t need no Lamborghini just Mustang that’s that whip
They hate on you then shake your hand, damn that’s that shit
We coming in, busting through the line, that’s that bliss
Smooth nigga with the best flow
By the time you get it it’s a retro
Up down, up down
She go up down up down
New sound what now?
They said they put us on a black list
Couldn’t tell got back in
Now we call that black magic
She hit the pole pay the bills
I don’t judge, don’t judge
Everywhere I go I show love, everywhere I go I blow buds
I don’t go to no clubs
Gotta be somebody birthday
Your best day my worst day
I dress like it’s first day
Focus in the work place
Put it all in my face
Got it all back there girl
Don’t let it all go to waste
Just landed with a fly camera
You swerve the ship, I’m a Titanic
When I go down, do not panic
Take you out your body I’m outstanding

[Chorus: Price]
Rock the boat, swerve the ship
Make it hot, stir the grits
Yeah rock the pole, swerve the ship
Make it hot, stir the grits
Yeah rock the pole, swerve the ship
Make it hot, stir the grits
Yeah rock the pole, swerve the ship
Make it hot, stir the grits

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Jimmy Wopo – First Day Out

[Chorus]
I’m startin’ out my day, with a chopper
Then pick up my daughter from my baby mama’s
Then I shrimp and steak, Benihana’s
Like my birthday, I want cake and a box of condoms
And turn up with my niggas like I never saw them
And pull up on my niggas like I never saw them
I’m startin’ out my day, with a chopper
Like my birthday, I want cake and a box of condoms

[Verse 1]
Jimmy home, start checkin’ your bitch’s phone again
Feel like 2010, all these honkies callin’ my phone again
I’m in your backyard again, nigga, no Nickelodeon
Pockets on a hungry chick, niggas is Ethiopians
Left the door cracked for you niggas who still ain’t open it
Took the cookie jar out the stove, it got the coke in it
The fans got me showin’ my ass, so inappropriate
The Xans got me losin’ my stance, no more controllin’ it
So I might forget who I smashed or niggas’ ho I hit
Still skinny Jimmy, what I look like on some bulky shit?
Still Pretty Ricky, I blow your ho to emoji kiss
Ain’t another nigga in my city I need to go against
Now I’m focusin’, tryna give lanes and G’s hope again
I wrote this shit two weeks in, with no pad or pen
Now who gon’ pay rap boy lawyer if I go broke again?
My mama, Mo, and them, Baby Jace, Aubrey you need a win

[Chorus]
I’m startin’ out my day, with a chopper
Then pick up my daughter from my baby mama’s
Then I shrimp and steak, Benihana’s
Like my birthday, I want cake and a box of condoms
And turn up with my niggas like I never saw them
And pull up on my niggas like I never saw them
I’m startin’ out my day, with a chopper
Like my birthday, I want cake and a box of condoms

[Verse 2]
Just yesterday I woke up in a jail cell
Came a long way from bustin’ down them dope sales
I pray every day we make it off them food stamps
I just wanna watch my lil’ brother go to training camp
Run the cheddar up, hit shocks and let the cheese melt
You ain’t lose lumber with me, you ain’t know how it felt
I asked myself, "How I win with the hand I was dealt?"
It’s like I’m plottin’ on the court, tryna dunk on the cell
Damn, and I got hit with probation violation
You ask me, shit I just think my probation was hatin’
Ride in the city with the calculator calculatin’
19.5 for one, two for the Walter Payton
Free my nigga True, he don’t shoot, he fightin’ that home invasion
Feds wanna kill me, say I’m guilty by association
VVS’ in my charm, chain the color as the Penguins
City gettin’ shitted on ’til they treat me like I’m famous

[Chorus]
I’m startin’ out my day, with a chopper
Then pick up my daughter from my baby mama’s
Then I shrimp and steak, Benihana’s
Like my birthday, I want cake and a box of condoms
And turn up with my niggas like I never saw them
And pull up on my niggas like I never saw them
I’m startin’ out my day, with a chopper
Like my birthday, I want cake and a box of condoms

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G Herbo – We Ball (Remix)

Yeah, G herbo
Wake up thinking feeling on some lil herb shit you know no limit
R.I.P them niggas man Vonny, Slim, Wet Mouth , One Eye, Chico, Vito

[Verse 1]
I seen kobe die that was my young nigga, he was laying front Mc’donalds with them slugs in him
I had blood all on my nike’s weren’t no blood in him
Couldn’t handle it but that weren’t like me crying rip my white tee
But i’m balling i’m just like em oou i’m lit i’m icy, VVS can’t clear this stress i need my bros beside me
7 am rollin riding me and my broski sliding, no deciding homicide him, all them niggas hiding
Can’t show love in these streets you get your feeling hurt, put your trust in these niggas that got my nigga murked
Lil Roc was with me in this shit but now he in the dirt
Cap was with me hitting niggas they just hit him worse, why they get him first
And earlier that day we just was talking, how the fuck you let a nigga catch you walking, why you ain’t have that missile up and spark it
How you go out right infront of Squeek apartment
When i look in Wop eyes its like he lost it, i look at Lil Mike eyes he really lost it
In these streets so much he look exhausted, and if he need anything i tell him call me
I can’t forget about Big Losk thats like forgetting Mally
I was driving cars stolen tryna get with Mally
Now i’m riding Rovers,Royces tryna get with Mally
Lil No Limit Mally thats my dawgy
And i rap about the struggle cause thats all me
I remember shooting niggas all week, standing over niggas catching all B’s
Trying to fill a bag up like im All D’s
And no wonder niggas gettin called sweet
Slim, Wet, One Eye bitch them all G’s
Pull up on his block we shooting all three’s
If its 3 niggas standing we want all 3

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Rich The Kid – Cookies & Sherbert

[Intro: Rich The Kid]
Yah, yah, huh
Yah, yah, yah

[Chorus: Rich The Kid]
I’m mixing them cookies with sherbert (lean)
I need a Fanta got syrup
I get the money you heard (huh)
Young nigga hop out the vert
I got customers, I might fuck on her (bitch)
I might pop a perc, I might make it work (huh)

[Verse 1: Rich The Kid]
Pop me a perc now I’m geeking
Hop out the Maybach I’m sleepy (bitch)
Foreign lil model lil eater
I gotta flex for no reason (huh)
I been in the Maybach flexing
Back in the bando a minute
Pot too hot need a mitten (hot)
I was working in the kitchen (yah)
New wave and we winning (winning)
Counting up 150 (hunnid)
I was dreaming bout a Bentley (woah)
Niggas broke pockets empty (broke)
Fuck is you saying dog?
Why they want a hand out?
Over watch stick the dick in her mouth
Diamonds on me straight knocking you out
Ran off with the plug money
Running through it we blowing money
Can’t trust a bitch might turn on you
Take your hoe and I swerve on you (skrt)
Mixing that Fendi with Gucci
I’m pulling up make a movie (woah)
Pull out I bust on her boobies (huh)
She sucking me don’t want the coochie

[Chorus: Rich The Kid]
I’m mixing them cookies with sherbert (lean)
I need a Fanta got syrup (what)
I get the money you heard (huh)
Young nigga hop out the vert (woah)
I got customers, I might fuck on her (bitch)
I might pop a perc, I might make it work (huh)

[Verse 2: Rich The Kid]
Yah, I had to make it work
They was hating got em hurt (yuh)
You a pussy wear a skirt (bitch)
Need some syrup call the nurse (huh)
Wanna be like me?
VVS got my diamonds on icy (ice)
Maybach with the curtains (what)
You splurging on her is she worth it? (woo)
Think about it, I cannot change for nobody (nah)
Niggas they lame it’s so sorry (lame)
Boutta cash out on that new rari (skrt skrt)
Rich before I got famous (famous)
You haters said I wouldn’t make it (woah)
Now I’m flexing in they faces (flex)
Left wrist 180 (ice)
With jewelry, can’t stop it I’m flexing on TMZ
Shitting on bitches that doubted me
Pulling up right in that two seater (skrt skrt skrt skrt skrt)
Soak it up just like a mop (soak it up)
You wanna cuff her or cop? (woah)
Run it up to the top (top)
Too many racks bands pop
I’m mixing McQueen with the Louis
I got a pack so she groupin
Visa on me go stupid
Young nigga was trapping the cutie (huh)
Now I’m walking round with the check up (check up)
Young nigga got now and next up (woah)
I had to tennis my neck up (tennis)
My diamonds they bite don’t get close up (rich)

[Chorus: Rich The Kid]
I’m mixing them cookies with sherbert (lean)
I need a Fanta got syrup
I get the money you heard (huh)
Young nigga hop out the vert (woah)
I got customers, I might fuck on her (bitch)
I might pop a perc, I might make it work (huh)

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Kodak Black – Misunderstood (Project Baby 2 Album)

[Intro]
It’s like fuck it, I’m just misunderstood. That’s the story of my life

[Chorus]
I don’t like talkin’ to you niggas, y’all don’t understand me
Poppin’ rhythm when I talk, it’s like I’m speakin’ Spanish
I’m so different from you dudes, I am not organic
Say slow down on all that thuggin’, think about your family
I don’t like talkin’ to you niggas, y’all don’t understand me
Poppin’ rhythm when I talk, it’s like I’m speakin’ Spanish
I’m so different from you dudes, I am not organic
Say slow down on all that thuggin’, think about your family

[Verse 1]
I keep this tool on me like I done turned into a mechanic
I’m a fuckin’ CEO, I don’t need no damn manage
I don’t like no interviews, see y’all don’t speak my language
We can’t hold no conversation, you don’t know what I’m sayin’
She say she wanna know the real me, bitch I am it
Tell the blog "correct that shit," ’cause I ain’t from Miami
I don’t even speak code, when I do, I’m misinterpretated
I don’t even need no surfboard, I’m too fuckin’ wavy
I ain’t take my meds bitch, ’cause I ain’t fuckin’ crazy
Say you thuggin’ a lil’ too hard, life you livin’ dangerous
They don’t see potential, they say I’m a project baby
Just ’cause my dad so goddamn selfish, he ain’t wanna raise me

[Chorus]
I don’t like talkin’ to you niggas, y’all don’t understand me
Poppin’ rhythm when I talk, it’s like I’m speakin’ Spanish
I’m so different from you dudes, I am not organic
Say slow down on all that thuggin’, think about your family
I don’t like talkin’ to you niggas, y’all don’t understand me
Poppin’ rhythm when I talk, it’s like I’m speakin’ Spanish
I’m so different from you dudes, I am not organic
Say slow down on all that thuggin’, think about your family

[Verse 2]
I’m on 18, I’m slangin’ like I’m Peyton Manning
My bitch just told me to be more gentle ’cause I’m too demanding
They say that all my demons seeming but I’m not satanic
And I keep her back wet but shawty ain’t Hispanic
I see you in [?] vision through my Prada lenses
No point in goin’ to school if I’ma keep on jumpin’ fences
The block too hot and that’s the only reason I’m on campus
It’s a pandemonium ridin’ panoramic
Once they let me out of jail I went back to the dentist
I snapped my golds out and flood my gums with VVS’s
Yeah, you listenin’ what I’m sayin’ but you don’t get the message
Did so much dirt I wonder how I still be gettin’ any blessings

[Chorus]
I don’t like talkin’ to you niggas, y’all don’t understand me
Poppin’ rhythm when I talk, it’s like I’m speakin’ Spanish
I’m so different from you dudes, I am not organic
Say slow down on all that thuggin’, think about your family
I don’t like talkin’ to you niggas, y’all don’t understand me
Poppin’ rhythm when I talk, it’s like I’m speakin’ Spanish
I’m so different from you dudes, I am not organic
Say slow down on all that thuggin’, think about your family

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Kodak Black – Up Late Lyrics

[Intro]
That money don’t sleep, you know what I’m sayin’?
So why you gonna be sleepin’ on the money?
Keep that shit 1k

[Chorus: Kodak Black]
If you want this shit, you gotta be up late
I don’t want it now, I want it everyday
Pull up drop top, fully loaded Wraith
Let the Glock pop, it don’t hesitate
And I keep the strap on me, just in case
A broke bitch always got somethin’ to say
You don’t want no money, wanna get laid
I was doin’ fraud, I was sellin’ licks

[Verse: Kodak Black]
Drivin’ too fast, it just ain’t safe
I be all gas nigga, no brake
Pop a C-class like I’m in the sixth grade
Brought my BB gun to school in the fifth grade
Thinkin’ ’bout my nigga [?], hope he OK
I just bought a PS4, but I don’t play
And my nigga Slime right behind me with the [?]
If I give you somethin’], nigga you better say thanks
And I remember eatin’ peanut butter treats
I ain’t hit my lady in a couple days
You don’t know what I had to go through
You don’t know what I had to go do
In the studio, you know I keep the Pro Tools
I be saucin’ on these bitches, I’m so smooth
Hey, let me show how the VVS gleam
I ain’t eat no pussy, diamonds on my teeth

[Chorus: Kodak Black]
If you want this shit, you gotta be up late
I don’t want it now, I want it everyday
Pull up drop top, fully loaded Wraith
Let the Glock pop, it don’t hesitate
And I keep the strap on me, just in case
A broke bitch always got somethin’ to say
You don’t want no money, wanna get laid
I was doin’ fraud, I was sellin’ licks

[Verse: Kodak Black (Young Thug)]
(Yo, come on, yo, come on, yo, come on)
I pop the checks and get that money out of state
I be boppin’ on yo’ nigga like I’m [?]
Want my nigga home so bad, you know the lawyer paid
[?], I keep the commissary straight
Slime in the Tahoe ridin’ with that SK
[?], nigga I got big bank
I be rappin’ ’bout it, ‘cuz I’m livin’ [?]
Top nigga, I been put up in a fish tank
Took that bitch to Chik-Fil-A, she said she wanna [?]
Yeah, but let me outta jail for my birthday
This ain’t no water gun but when I see you I’ma spray
Mine a sniper, [?]
And this money doin’ somethin’ to my memory
Shawty know I love that head, I love that migraine
And I just wanna be new Beyoncé
‘krill so big, it’s like an arcade

[Chorus: Kodak Black]
If you want this shit, you gotta be up late
I don’t want it now, I want it everyday
Pull up drop top, fully loaded Wraith
Let the Glock pop, it don’t hesitate
And I keep the strap on me, just in case
A broke bitch always got somethin’ to say
You don’t want no money, wanna get laid
I was doin’ fraud, I was sellin’ licks

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Rich Homie Quan – Gamble

[Intro]
I been knew, life was a gamble man, You know I’m sayin’
We all take a risk everyday, (laugh), but I ain’t trippin, I just gotta do this

[Hook]
The other day, hit da curb, do yo number, pick up money
Jumped off mama porch and hit the ground running
Trap spot do that percs, sell that moll , smoke that reefer
Momma told me she ain’t like me hanging with them people
Made a 40 put in 20 made it flip again
20 bands from the bank 200 benjamin’s
200 bands for some bands boy you better call me
Uhaul van in the mall, me and what ya call it

[Verse 1]
Money on the phone, money callin’ yeah I talk to it
Need a new safe ’cause the money got a wall full
I just spent a day in the bay it was all good
Back end count it up by myself before I walk thru it
All about my business and my pockets nun’ but white folks
Money can’t buy love ’cause this bitch ain’t even my type doe
Turn up at the day party and kill ’em at the night show
Real nigga reunion I fuck wit ’em so iImight go
Rapping easy I can do it "arm tied , eyes closed"
When robbing was a job I would do that shit from "9 to 4"
My partner drove from holly grove to here to get them xan’s
And I rebulk every number with that money in my had

[Hook]
The other day, hit da curb, do yo number, pick up money
Jumped off mama porch and hit the ground running
Trap spot do that percs, sell that moll , smoke that reefer
Momma told me she ain’t like me hanging with them people
Made a 40 put in 20 made it flip again
20 bands from the bank 200 benjamin’s
200 bands for some bands boy you better call me
Uhaul van in the mall, me and what ya call it

[Verse 2]
I just went to court and the judge let me walk for it
God put my blessing in the hood I had to walk for it
I can end a conversation quick like a off button
Money come up every other hour yeah I talk numbers
Lil homie in the cut finger itching ready to off some
If you ain’t talk money over 100’s it ain’t bout nun’
Partner did 10 and he already wanna rob some
Count that backend by myself and naw we ain’t lost nun’
For me they clear the room make some space for the boss come
Canary yellow diamond got these niggas acting cautious
He scary and he lying I can tell by how he talkin’
VVS’s they shining I got my number and I’m bout da

[Hook]
The other day, hit da curb, do yo number, pick up money
Jumped off mama porch and hit the ground running
Trap spot do that percs, sell that moll , smoke that reefer
Momma told me she ain’t like me hanging with them people
Made a 40 put in 20 made it flip again
20 bands from the bank 200 benjamin’s
200 bands for some bands boy you better call me
Uhaul van in the mall, me and what ya call it

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Skillet – The Resistance (Lyric Video)

[Intro]
I been knew, life was a gamble man, You know I’m sayin’
We all take a risk everyday, (laugh), but I ain’t trippin, I just gotta do this

[Hook]
The other day, hit da curb, do yo number, pick up money
Jumped off mama porch and hit the ground running
Trap spot do that percs, sell that moll , smoke that reefer
Momma told me she ain’t like me hanging with them people
Made a 40 put in 20 made it flip again
20 bands from the bank 200 benjamin’s
200 bands for some bands boy you better call me
Uhaul van in the mall, me and what ya call it

[Verse 1]
Money on the phone, money callin’ yeah I talk to it
Need a new safe ’cause the money got a wall full
I just spent a day in the bay it was all good
Back end count it up by myself before I walk thru it
All about my business and my pockets nun’ but white folks
Money can’t buy love ’cause this bitch ain’t even my type doe
Turn up at the day party and kill ’em at the night show
Real nigga reunion I fuck wit ’em so iImight go
Rapping easy I can do it "arm tied , eyes closed"
When robbing was a job I would do that shit from "9 to 4"
My partner drove from holly grove to here to get them xan’s
And I rebulk every number with that money in my had

[Hook]
The other day, hit da curb, do yo number, pick up money
Jumped off mama porch and hit the ground running
Trap spot do that percs, sell that moll , smoke that reefer
Momma told me she ain’t like me hanging with them people
Made a 40 put in 20 made it flip again
20 bands from the bank 200 benjamin’s
200 bands for some bands boy you better call me
Uhaul van in the mall, me and what ya call it

[Verse 2]
I just went to court and the judge let me walk for it
God put my blessing in the hood I had to walk for it
I can end a conversation quick like a off button
Money come up every other hour yeah I talk numbers
Lil homie in the cut finger itching ready to off some
If you ain’t talk money over 100’s it ain’t bout nun’
Partner did 10 and he already wanna rob some
Count that backend by myself and naw we ain’t lost nun’
For me they clear the room make some space for the boss come
Canary yellow diamond got these niggas acting cautious
He scary and he lying I can tell by how he talkin’
VVS’s they shining I got my number and I’m bout da

[Hook]
The other day, hit da curb, do yo number, pick up money
Jumped off mama porch and hit the ground running
Trap spot do that percs, sell that moll , smoke that reefer
Momma told me she ain’t like me hanging with them people
Made a 40 put in 20 made it flip again
20 bands from the bank 200 benjamin’s
200 bands for some bands boy you better call me
Uhaul van in the mall, me and what ya call it

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Zoey Dollaz – My Thang (M’ap Boule Album)

[Intro]
’bout 20 thousand on new jeans
Go, griz, all hunnids, all hunnids

[Chorus]
You know I do my thang (my thang)
Young nigga walk, with a lot of change on me (on me)
And my bank roll insane (insane)
I might fuck around and just buy your shawty (okay)
Don’t leave your bitch around me (around me)
Don’t leave your bitch around me
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Don’t leave your bitch around me (around me)
Don’t leave your bitch around me
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

[Verse 1]
Yeah, 20 thousand, all hunnids in my right pocket
Know you cuffin’ that bitch, but I know she watchin’ (watchin’)
Young nigga, drippin’ swag, so she can’t ignore it
See a young rich nigga, jumpin’ out the foreign
She know I do my thing (do my thing)
And she know my bank roll insane (insane)
Spent a few racks on this chain (on this chain)
VVS diamonds, so they bling (so they bling)
Yeah, know your bitch saw the pinky ring (ring)
Chanel on my feet, know she see the double C’s
And your bitch was a fan, I looked at her, and she freeze (and she freeze)
I looked at her, and she freeze, yeah

[Chorus]
You know I do my thang (my thang)
Young nigga walk, with a lot of change on me (on me)
And my bank roll insane (insane)
I might fuck around and just buy your shawty (okay)
Don’t leave your bitch around me (around me)
Don’t leave your bitch around me
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Don’t leave your bitch around me (around me)
Don’t leave your bitch around me
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

[Verse 2]
Pulled up, new foreign, no tints on it (no tints on it)
Yeah, I see your bitch, watchin’ and I know she want me (know it)
Jump out, young nigga smellin’ like a mil (ooh)
Bitch I had a hunnid thousand, way before the deal (before the deal)
I could buy your bitch (bitch)
Made me fly your bitch (bitch)
Real nigga 24, boy you counterfeit?
Shawty love my swag (swag)
I ain’t kinda sick (sick)
And I represent, put it on a drip (represent, drip)
I paid a hunnid thousand cash, she still rentin’ whips (whips)
No more beefin’ with you niggas, i’ma take your bitch (bitch)
Put her in a whip, have her suckin’ dick (whip, ugh)
And we got them sticks, like the Chinese, bitch (brr, brr)

[Chorus]
You know I do my thang (my thang)
Young nigga walk, with a lot of change on me (on me)
And my bank roll insane (insane)
I might fuck around and just buy your shawty (okay)
Don’t leave your bitch around me (around me)
Don’t leave your bitch around me
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Don’t leave your bitch around me (around me)
Don’t leave your bitch around me
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

[Outro]
You know I do my thang
And my bank roll insane
Spent a few racks on this chain
VVS diamonds, so they bling, yeah

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Zoey Dollaz – One Of One (feat. Future) (M’ap Boule Album)

[Intro: Future]
Got a few different designers on
Casey wassup?
Oh, woah, woah

[Chorus: Future]
Gotta take off right now (right now)
You fallin’ in love right now (right now)
I just caught my buzz right now (right now)
Don’t give up right now, now, now, now, now
Purple drink, so sophisticated
One of one, can’t be duplicated
Haters mad, when a nigga made it
Keep it exclusive for me babe (me babe)
As long as they printin’ my name, they gon’ get it, get it, get it
Poppin’ the style on bitches, got it forever lady
Keepin’ the foreplay anonymous
All of my foreigns, Geronimo
All of my jewellers, Geronimo (yeah)
Kinda lit, I’ve been pourin’ it

[Verse 1: Zoey Dollaz]
If I had a dollar
For every time, a nigga said he made me
I’d probably be rich (yeah)
Fuck them niggas, man I elevated (fuck them)
Confidential, with them conversations (conversations)
I don’t talk, I don’t tell no statements (shh)
I fell in love with the money baby (money baby)
Relationship status complicated (complicated)
I know them niggas mad, that we made it (mad)
More money, more problems (more problems)
Percocets got a nigga faded (pull up)
Gave my Momma, a hunnid thousand cash (a hunnid thou’)
I ain’t even lookin’ at my bank statements (nah)
You should have seen, where I come from (come from)
You’ll be happy that a nigga made it (made it)
I was low, lower than the pavements (low)
My life, similar to basement (basement)
Now the whips really foreign (foreign)
Now the bitches, can’t ignore ’em (ignore ’em)
Now the chain on VVS, diamonds lookin’ like its snowin’ (snowin’)
Flooded Cuban on my wrist (wrist)
Pinky ring, really glowin’ (glowin’)
Knew them niggas really doubted me (doubted me)
I’m just happy that I showed ’em

[Chorus: Future]
Gotta take off right now (right now)
You fallin’ in love right now (right now)
I just caught my buzz right now (right now)
Don’t give up right now, now, now, now, now
Purple drink, so sophisticated
One of one, can’t be duplicated
Haters mad, when a nigga made it
Keep it exclusive for me babe (me babe)
As long as they printin’ my name, they gon’ get it, get it, get it
Poppin’ the style on bitches, got it forever lady
Keepin’ the foreplay anonymous
All of my foreigns, Geronimo
All of my jewellers, Geronimo (yeah)
Kinda lit, I’ve been pourin’ it

[Verse 2: Zoey Dollaz]
They say, the money goin’ to my head (to my head)
Old friends, tell me that I’m changin’ (that I’m changin’)
Baby girl, just do me a favor (do me a favor)
Girl, do not treat me like I’m famous (yeah)
I ain’t changin’, I’m just busy (busy)
Goin’ out, city, city (city)
Nigga, seeing different faces (all faces)
That shit fuckin’ wit’ me (yeah)
If you met the women that I met (that I met)
Maybe, you’ll cheat too (I bet)
I just hope, whoever got you next (got you next)
Knows how to treat you (yeah)
I used the money, just to hide my pain (hide my pain)
I ain’t ever goin’ broke again (nah)
Fallen victim to them Percocets (ooh)
Body numb, I don’t feel no pain (body numb, I don’t feel no pain)
Momma, told me slow down on chicks (oh yeah)
Baby momma, always catching fits (fits)
Talkin’ ’bout, how she need some shit (need some shit)
Too much money, lookin’ counterfeit
I miss my son, I can’t handle this
Nigga been goin’ through some shit

[Chorus: Future]
Gotta take off right now (right now)
You fallin’ in love right now (right now)
I just caught my buzz right now (right now)
Don’t give up right now, now, now, now, now
Purple drink, so sophisticated
One of one, can’t be duplicated
Haters mad, when a nigga made it
Keep it exclusive for me babe (me babe)
As long as they printin’ my name, they gon’ get it, get it, get it
Poppin’ the style on bitches, got it forever lady
Keepin’ the foreplay anonymous
All of my foreigns, Geronimo
All of my jewellers, Geronimo (yeah)
Kinda lit, I’ve been pourin’ it

[Outro: Zoey Dollaz & Future]
They say, the money goin’ to my head
Old friends, tell me that I’m changin’
Baby girl, just do me a favor
Girl, do not treat me like I’m famous
I ain’t changin’, I’m just busy
Goin’ out, city, city
Nigga, seeing different faces
Kinda lit, I’ve been pourin’ it
Kinda lit, I’ve been pourin’ it

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Full clip – Kodie Shane feat. Lil Wop lyrics

Lyrics Kodie SHane – Full clip

Look at my wrist, uh
Look at my b*tch, uh
One full clip, uh
Two full clips, uh
Ok, look at my wrist, uh
Look at my b*tch, uh
One full clip, uh
Two full clips, uh
Look at my wrist, uh
Look at my b*tch, uh
One full clip, uh
Two full clips, yeah
One full clip, yeah
Two full clips, yeah
Look at my wrists, yeah.

Geekin over here yeah
Diamonds really real yeah
Cups really filled yeah
I’m the s**t for real yeah, for real yeah
She just popped a pill yeah
She geekin’ for real yeah
F*ck my bro for real yeah
Big brother strapped up, do the same thing
I put VVS’s on me, my diamonds be shine mane
I just switched the lineup on that b*tch, I dropped my brain mane
I just lost my mind with that b*tch she going crazy
Ok now drop my top like woah
Drop my top like woah, yeah
Think I want that hoe
Versuri-lyrics.info
Lil Kodie want some more
Diamonds on me woah
Diamonds on me rose
Diamonds on me woah
Diamonds on me rose yeahhh.
Kodie Shane lyrics
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The bag way – Young Buck feat. Moneybagg Yo lyrics

Lyrics Young Buck – The bag way

Yeah
The bag way
F**k these old niggas, get yo’ money young nigga
Let’s get it.

Now go get a check (run it up, run it up)
Now go get a check
Now go get a check (run it up, run it up)
Now go get a check.

Thumbin’ through these hundreds, I get it the bag way
Flexin’ in these foreigns, I did it the bag way (now go get a check)
She ain’t fuckin’ with you unless it’s the bag way
I can blow a bag on a bag day (now go get a check).

I ran it up in the trap, and I do it that strap way
Met me a Migo and I started gettin’ it, yeah dat way
My ex-b***h pulled up, flexed on me, can’t f**k ya that day
Nigga just hit a bad lick with his last blunt in his ashtray
I re-ed up with the rest on me, got me a big bag of yay
I ain’t got nothin’ to give to ya, nigga everybody gon’ have to pay
I blow the rest that was left on me, bought me a big place to stay
Took the Cartiers off my face to see a lotta niggas just in the way
(F**k whoever done slept on me!)
(Now go get a check)
VVS my b***h up, and my s**t on ..
They done made me pick that stick up, knowin’ I’m gon’ spray
Y’all got all that y’all gon’ get, you niggas just don’t want s**t
I’m like..

Now go get a check (run it up, run it up)
Now go get a check
Now go get a check (run it up, run it up)
Now go get a check.

Thumbin’ through these hundreds, I get it the bag way
Flexin’ in these foreigns, I did it the bag way (now go get a check)
She ain’t fuckin’ with you unless it’s the bag way
I can blow a bag on a bag day (now go get a check).

I just blew a bag on a Tuesday
All my diamonds wet like ..
I like all my bitches bad and boujee
I’m a savage nigga like Webbie and Boosie
If you ain’t talkin’ money you gon’ lose me
Flex, I sell packs, I blow racks, I shoot movies
I’m no ordinary nigga, I got swag, hoe
I’m in Cashville, that’s where I met my last hoe, my past hoe
Yeah, my neck and my wrist is a bag
I pull up the lot, paper tag
If you broke then go get you some cash
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I’m puffin’ and trippin’ on gas
93 days diesel
Rockstar like the Beatles
All I dreamed about was a bag
Get the money first, never last.

Now go get a check (run it up, run it up)
Now go get a check (the bag way)
Now go get a check (run it up, run it up)
Now go get a check.

Thumbin’ through these hundreds, I get it the bag way
Flexin’ in these foreigns, I did it the bag way (now go get a check)
She ain’t fuckin’ with you unless it’s the bag way
I can blow a bag on a bag dayyy.
Young Buck lyrics
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What are you on – Roy Woods lyrics

Lyrics Roy Woods – What are you on

Oh, what are you on?
When you get with us
What should I know?
When you get up.

Oh, what are you on?
What are you on?
What are you on?
What are you
Oh girl, what are you on? (x4)

Smoke blunts, rather pop one to get off
VVS make your lady dance from afar
Roll it fast ’cause marijuana is my cologne
Lil’ baby come and smoke with me
He ain’t no friend of me
Bad bitches still the only girls that can be friends with me
F**k you good, pass you to the left, to your enemy (to your enemy)
What you want? Money and Patrón versuri-lyrics.info
Before you get it free I’d rather tell you what to tell
They know this isn’t me but s**t happens when you get older
Niggas didn’t think I’d make it far when I told them
Out there in the woods lookin’ for peace out with my soldiers
Everybody lookin’ at me like I get help.

I know what I meant for my nigga, I’m respected
My life is for my people, they been movin’ reckless
Trap, job, plat’ niggas workin’ restless
All you want is my money but do you respect it?
I know what I meant for my nigga, I’m respected
My life is for my people, they been movin’ reckless
Trap, job, plat’ niggas workin’ restless
What you want is my money but do you respect it?

What are you on? (s*x, money, woods, alcohol)
What are you on?
What are you on?
What are you
Oh girl, what are you on? (s*x, money, drugs, alcohol) (x4)

I worked for everything I got
You don’t know how to treat a boss
My fake girl stay within the thots
Lightning bolt didn’t kill her this time
I know she like my style
Ain’t no asking why, two cups at a time
‘Bout to multiply
I have been on more than one, two, three, four, five
Get high.

I know what I meant for my nigga, I’m respected
My life is for my people, they been movin’ reckless
Trap, job, plat’ niggas workin’ restless
All you want is my money but do you respect it?
I know what I meant for my nigga, I’m respected
My life is for my people, they been movin’ reckless
Trap, job, plat’ niggas workin’ restless
All you want is my money but do you respect it?

Coke, xans, molly, grams
Coke, xans, molly, grams
Coke, xans, molly
What you want?
Coke, xans, molly, grams
Coke, xans, molly
What you want?
Coke, xans, molly, grams
Coke, xansss.
Roy Woods lyrics
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Kash Doll – Panda Lyrics

[Intro]
Panda pussy
Panda pussy
Panda pussy
Panda pussy

[Hook]
My pussy fatter than a panda
I got a plug in Atlanta
He take me shopping in the phantom
He buy me gifts, I call him Santa
My pussy fatter than a panda
I got a plug in Atlanta
He take me shopping in the phantom
He buy me gifts, I call him Santa
I’m slayng these bitches a not
I’m slaying these bitches, my hobby
Pussy fatter than a panda
Pussy fatter than a panda
Your nigga my personal Santa
Don’t blow bitch I’m Tony Montana

[Verse 1]
Send a hundred bottles to my section
Got bad bitches in my VIP
Hundred thousand, nothing less than
We lit that bitch up like a Christmas tree
We lit that bitch up, a first energy
See I do not know what to tell you
Wanna fuck with Kash
Wanna run me that
I’m hard on a nigga, Griselda
I’m starting to teach hoes a lesson
I’m stunting to fight off oppression
Got pussy thats like a vacation
Real niggas all in formation
A hundred thousand thats the Audi
God bitch, I’m just getting started
I been getting money, I been styling on it
Yeah bitch I’ve been pushing the foreigns

[Bridge]
Woah, I think I’m gonna come back one more time
I’ll just come right back, haha
Panda pussy
Panda pussy
Panda pussy
Panda pussy

[Hook]
My pussy fatter than a panda
I got a plug in Atlanta
He take me shopping in the phantom
He buy me gifts, I call him Santa
My pussy fatter than a panda
I got a plug in Atlanta
He take me shopping in the phantom
He buy me gifts, I call him Santa
I’m slayng these bitches a not
I’m slaying these bitches, my hobby
Pussy fatter than a panda
Pussy fatter than a panda
Your nigga my personal Santa
Don’t blow bitch I’m Tony Montana

[Verse 2]
I’ma make ’em sick ’till they all hurl
Black american, doll girl
Good pussy, I got the power
Fuck you pay me, it’s our world
Money up, I’ve been finessing
Princess cut, I’m VVS’ing
Sak pase! but I ain’t Haitian
Play a nigga like a Playstation
The game ma, I’m running that
It’s bank time, where your money at?
Got lil’ bread, for a lil’ head
I’m a boss bitch, I ain’t stunting that
In one moth, made a hundred racks
My mic on, my ass fat
Pussy wrapped up, it’s all crack
I’m killing it, funeral, all black
Woah!

[Outro
Have you ever had a panda pussy?
Haha, panda pussy
Yeah, I had to
Aye, I’m just gonna kill all these remixes since I can’t do my own shit right now
Haha, fuck these labels
Swear to god
A bitch dropped a mixtape and it revived
I swear to god