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AJ Tracey – Quarterback

[Chorus]
Get into the bag, I want all of that
Got her number but I ain’t calling back
Automatic whip, no stalling that
Man’ll call the plays like a quarterback
Get into the bag, I want all of that
Got her number but I ain’t calling back
Automatic whip, no stalling that
Man’ll call the plays quarterback
Get into the bag, I want all of that
Got her number but I ain’t calling back
Automatic whip, no stalling that
Man’ll call the plays quarterback
Get into the bag, I want all of that
Got her number but I ain’t calling back
Automatic whip, no stalling that
Man’ll call the plays quarterback

[Verse 1]
Running up checks like a doctor
I’m tryna win gold like Oscar
A new flow, try and do it too, impostor
Got them all running off the beat like Costa
My team got a five star roster
Your bitch threw a fit when I tossed her
If she wanna fuck twice, that’ll cost her
If she wanna fuck twice, that’ll cost her
Leave me be, get out my face
I secured the bag and went on my way
They behind, they’re not on my page
Go learn to grind and get on my wage
You ain’t bae so don’t call man bae
You ain’t my mate so don’t call man A
Young nigga, they know my age
Free my bros, they locked in that cage
And I’ll still miss the drop if I want
Turn up, finesse the chick and I’m gone
I get head and keep all the lights on
No wasteman can jump on my song
They thought I would flop and they’re wrong
Still here, fit as hell my life’s strong
Still here, fit as hell my life’s strong

[Chorus]
Get into the bag, I want all of that
Got her number but I ain’t calling back
Automatic whip, no stalling that
Man’ll call the plays like a quarterback
Get into the bag, I want all of that
Got her number but I ain’t calling back
Automatic whip, no stalling that
Man’ll call the plays like a quarterback
Get into the bag, I want all of that
Got her number but I ain’t calling back
Automatic whip, no stalling that
Man’ll call the plays like a quarterback
Get into the bag, I want all of that
Got her number but I ain’t calling back
Automatic whip, no stalling that
Man’ll call the plays like a quarterback

[Verse 2]
I’ve got her number but I’m just texin’
Hittin’ up my line on the next ting
I don’t want you I want next ting
Baby girl I owe you a sexing
Break man’s soul when I’m flexing
But he try cap so I decked him
I took a grey ting to my hotel
And i had her on her knees when I checked in
My LA dons make the Draco fly
Like bread before the Draco sign
Came through, I’m here to take what’s mine
No "Whatless" old man can make me sign
I was doing laps on my Ridgeback
Nah i was doing laps on a specialized
If i had beef then i slid back
Girl you wanna fuck? Better get in line
AJ, T
Be like, me
London’s best star in QB
If people say "fly" I’m like wait, who? me?
Made the trap jump, Jordan, 2,3
My bitch’d bad, thick and bou-jee
I was in the states counting, blue, cheese
Step up on the stage and they never boo, me
Sleep on a nigga, go ahead and you’ll, see

[Chorus]
Get into the bag, I want all of that
Got her number but I ain’t calling back
Automatic whip, no stalling that
Man’ll call the plays like a quarterback
Get into the bag, I want all of that
Got her number but I ain’t calling back
Automatic whip, no stalling that
Man’ll call the plays like a quarterback
Get into the bag, I want all of that
Got her number but I ain’t calling back
Automatic whip, no stalling that
Man’ll call the plays like a quarterback
Get into the bag, I want all of that
Got her number but I ain’t calling back
Automatic whip, no stalling that
Man’ll call the plays like a quarterback

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Trae tha Truth – Wave My Trunk Lyrics

[Hook]
Wave my trunk, wave my trunk
Ride with taste time, wave my trunk
Wave wave my trunk, wave my trunk
Ride with taste time, wave my trunk
Wave wave my trunk, wave my trunk
Ride with taste time, wave my trunk
Wave wave my trunk, wave my trunk
Ride with taste time, wave my trunk
Wave wave my trunk

[Verse 1]
You can find me in the hood looking for a drink
I’m a boss in the day guess know I’m ring
I’ma stood till I’m gone fuck what you think
I’m the shit never told em that I wouldn’t stink
Asshole [?]
Suicide with a bitch get my head blow
I’m a soldier I black brothers 4-15 got me kickin like a [?]
Fuck a bitch on the wall Im fuckin off your house
And if your bitch get on my dick im fuckin off your spouse
Folks looking like glass bitch ass niggas you’re looking like trash
Anything I’m beside just pay cash
If the work ain’t in the trap it’s in the stash
Any disrespect you get grass
Before you come in the ghetto you need a pass

[Hook]
Wave my trunk, wave my trunk
Ride with taste time, wave my trunk
Wave wave my trunk, wave my trunk
Ride with taste time, wave my trunk
Wave wave my trunk, wave my trunk
Ride with taste time, wave my trunk
Wave wave my trunk, wave my trunk
Ride with taste time, wave my trunk
Wave wave my trunk

[Verse 2]
Gorilla with the trunk swear a God I’m tryin to blow it all
Some brand new take a seat I just show it all
All black stones got me looking like a president
Tell’em swag like I’m here to seat
I’m on the corner tryin to flip a home black
Come short bitch i’m doping not at the whole Glock
I don’t give a fuck some old like pac
With the glik I’ma Grinch with in all black
Have a run with a fifty deep tryna fucking off
Need your body on the sum tryin to [?]
No swarm but I’m ride did it [?] just to try hate us
[?]
[?]
Where the fucking [?]
For the hood I’m bang all the nigga

[Hook]
Wave my trunk, wave my trunk
Ride with taste time, wave my trunk
Wave wave my trunk, wave my trunk
Ride with taste time, wave my trunk
Wave wave my trunk, wave my trunk
Ride with taste time, wave my trunk
Wave wave my trunk, wave my trunk
Ride with taste time, wave my trunk
Wave wave my trunk

[Verse 3]
Paint with but I swear this son is out
In the drop top but I guarantee my gun is out
What you’re talkin bout bitch I’m an asshole
Money over everything I want cash hoe
[?] in the street 3 baby in
We don’t play to keep it cool we play to win
[?] world blow like my nigga dawg
Still bad no fouls like my nigga home
You can get the nigga swinging like AJ
And every time we say the dope nigga say trade
I do it for the hood nigga throught up
I used to [?] blow it up
[?]
I used to [?] time to hand it off
I’ma wave trunk called bitch swang like trunk on the bitch

[Hook]
Wave my trunk, wave my trunk
Ride with taste time, wave my trunk
Wave wave my trunk, wave my trunk
Ride with taste time, wave my trunk
Wave wave my trunk, wave my trunk
Ride with taste time, wave my trunk
Wave wave my trunk, wave my trunk
Ride with taste time, wave my trunk
Wave wave my trunk

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Nines – Outro (One Foot Out Album)

[Verse: Nines]
I came outta pen came in debt with my connect
Couldn’t sign bricks, we were the respect but no stress
Spent the whole summer on the blocks, sittin on the steps
Still can’t find 1 nigga I finesse
I’m ahead of my time
When Brom filled some yay, that food dead in my line
It’s cool though
I took that L then packed [?] a remix
It’s when I said fuck yay, it’s back to weed flips
Shit slowed down
You know me I still stacked some racks
Made sure I was ready for when them packs came back
Spent a whole year wearin Tracky scraps
Done a show, my nigga Griz came there wacky
Shoulda been in the Prem. the way my niggas ball
Scrapz shutted down, the next day I got a call
My guy said the plug wants to see me
I said right now I got too much bud fam, I’m easy
I holla when I’m done
His exact words were if the ‘nect tells you to come you better come
So I hit the M-way
Next thing you know I flew, damn
Came back off the plane feelin like a new man
Pissed off called my nigga Keyz, back in pen
‘Bout to jump on this rap ting again
Cause these other niggas’ raps are borin
Ice City every way
Come like my nigga Scrapz, he’s tourin
Fuckin with my sleepin pattern
Even when I’m in my sleep I’m trappin
I just made a transaction, I ain’t even see it happen
I ain’t gettin whip
I ain’t linkin any chicks
All I think about is bricks
Should be rich by 26
So I ain’t got time for rhymes
Shit went slow, niggas try and style on Nines
Copped some AJ shoes for the thousandth time
Used to window shop
Now I don’t even browse online

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AJ Tracey & MJ Cole – The Rumble letras

[Verse 1: AJ Tracey]
We’ve got the city locked down
Everybody wants to copy our sound
Left of the map, left of the compass
Got the vibes on the roads that’ll lick a man down
Young bruddas got the energy locked
Got the remedy stocked and the melody’s strong
Good vibes, gotta keep the enemies gone
Any bad vibes, man will get their enemies boxed
L-O-N, fam, the city’s on top
We could bring it to your city on top
Tryna aim a lyric here? Long shot
You ain’t part of the gang, you’re lost
You ain’t been team, fam or squaddy
Netflix, catch some joke but no Corrie
Girls send me snaps of kitty like Yo Gotti
"AJ, what’s your next move?" Man, don’t worry

[Hook: AJ Tracey]
London, it’s the jungle
It’s the rumble but we function
It’s the mandem, it’s the truncheon
It’s the bassline, it’s the dungeon
London, it’s the jungle
It’s the rumble but we function
It’s the mandem, it’s the truncheon
It’s the bassline, it’s the dungeon

[Post-Hook: AJ Tracey]
It’s the rumble
It’s the rumble

[Verse 2: AJ Tracey]
We’ve got the city on smash
Make tunes, we make moves and make cash
Real dudes, we don’t move with fake crabs
Get yats who put gash in our cabs
Model tings and their friends at our gaff
Your sound, it’s all forced, you’re all wack
Your bars, they can’t stand on my track
Got road bars, potent bars for my cats
L-O-N, fam, the city’s too real
We could bring it to your city, we’re ill
Tryna make it for my bruddas, that’s trill
Get nicked? I’m a mute, I don’t squeal
My flow’s bananas, you can’t peel
I turn up just like the limitless pill
AJ and MJ, we’re like steel
I’m a new school brudda with an old school feel

[Hook: AJ Tracey]
London, it’s the jungle
It’s the rumble but we function
It’s the mandem, it’s the truncheon
It’s the bassline, it’s the dungeon
London, it’s the jungle
It’s the rumble but we function
It’s the mandem, it’s the truncheon
It’s the bassline, it’s the dungeon

[Post-Hook: AJ Tracey]
It’s the rumble
It’s the rumble

[Verse 3: AJ Tracey]
We’ve got the city, it’s ours
Young bruddas in some really fast cars
Pretty women in their knickers and bras
Dark parties full of liquors and bars
Don’t copy, be yourself, it’s calm
Youth’s out, better ring the alarm
Positivity, not every day arms
Running riot with a bottle in my palm
Four wings, I paid for one less
Now I’m grinning teeth all because the bossman’s blessed
Reached 21, I passed that test
Never wanted to enhance Mum’s stress
Now I’m touring round the world, it’s vibes
Tryna earn, I wanna bring my guys
Couple yatties and a drink, we’re nice
Love my city, love my Gs, love life

[Hook: AJ Tracey]
London, it’s the jungle
It’s the rumble but we function
It’s the mandem, it’s the truncheon
It’s the bassline, it’s the dungeon
London, it’s the jungle
It’s the rumble but we function
It’s the mandem, it’s the truncheon
It’s the bassline, it’s the dungeon

[Hook: AJ Tracey]
London, it’s the jungle
It’s the rumble but we function
It’s the mandem, it’s the truncheon
It’s the bassline, it’s the dungeon
London, it’s the jungle
It’s the rumble but we function
It’s the mandem, it’s the truncheon
It’s the bassline, it’s the dungeon

[Outro: AJ Tracey]
It’s the rumble
AJ Tracey
AJ from the Lane
MJ Cole
And we’re inside, what you saying?