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Chief Keef – Count It Up lyrics

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Post date November 15, 2017
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[Hook: Lil Uzi Vert]
Diamonds they hit like water ooh, starbeam
Rockstar life be calling (calling)
Don’t want that girl she stalling, she stalling (no way)
Big old foreign whip ooh I can’t park it
I’m from outer space, ooh in a starship
This old foreign bitch ohh that’s my target
Ten bands, what you say ohh
Ten bands, for my Chanel carpet
Rocks all over my watch, its
Y’all nigga slick like margarine
Lost your bitch in [?]

[Verse 1: Lil Uzi Vert and Chief Keef ]
AP mill on my Rollie
AP mill on my Rollie
AP mill on my Rollie
AP mill on my Rollie
AP mill on my Rollie
We have the flame
Hitting real big city
Fellas and boss yeah my brothers is with me
Give me a bond, Im coming to get me
And in the club, we snuck the semi
Run it up, I’m so high
You know I’m ballin, usual like Kobe
Everybody hating, that don’t know me
He say that he tough, then that boy gotta show me
Pull up Bentley truck, extra poles, yea we 4 deep
Say my name 3 times like I’m Tony
Diamond VVS, I put baguettes all on my Rollie
I never believe nothing that you told me
These niggas keep sneak dissing, they turn me to my old me
Before I had these mills I was oh so lonely
[?] with like 40
I never been a phony (no way)
You be gettin bands, hardly
I just fucked your bitch, sorry
Man I put that on my shorty
Fight me wanna escape, sorry
No I ain’t here for no games, Atari

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Looks Like Cardi B and Beyonce Have A Collaboration Coming

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Post date October 24, 2017
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Looks like Cardi B snag another high profile collaboration with Beyonce.

There is no doubt that Cardi B has been having a phenomenal year in hip hop thanks to her breakout hit single “Bodak Yellow (Money Moves).” The song has been certified platinum and topped the Billboard Hot 100 chart for three weeks. That resume is now paying off big for the Bronx rapper who might just score the collaboration of a lifetime.

Per her engineer, Ashby, Cardi B and Beyonce have a new collaboration and it seems like its a done deal and verses have already recorded because he posted a snippet on Instagram today. All he posted was a photo from the song file on his monitor that he was playing and you can see the writings “Cardi B n Beyonce Demo Wet.” He captioned the pic “Wow this feature is big.” While he didn’t give any additional details about the collaboration, what he posted was enough to get both Cardi B and Beyonce fans excited.

The two stars met for the first time at this year’s Made in America festival in Philadelphia. They even posed for a photo and Cardi posted in on her Instagram. “I mean, I’m surprised Beyonce liked me, ahh! I met Beyonce!” she said in an interview with the AP. The former Love and Hip Hop New York star is currently working on her debut album, due later this year. It will be dope if he gets Beyonce as a guest feature on the album.

While she hasn’t given a release date for the album, Cardi Be previously said in an interview that it could be here in November although her original plan was to drop it in October. She also previewed a song from the upcoming project in a club last week and it sounds like fire. Cardi previously worked with the likes of Offset and Kodak Black.

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Young Thug – Relationship (feat. Future)

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Post date September 28, 2017
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Yeah, shinin’ hard ’cause we back up
Rose gold from your neck up
You know you gon’ get stopped, tryna check us
Pop an X pill like we Malcolm, yeah, hey
I’m in a relationship with all my bitches, yeah
I need to cut some of ’em off, I need help
I got some bad tings, I want ’em to myself
Had to take the time to cut ’em off, I need help
I know how to make the girls go crazy
When you treat her like your number one baby
Put my bitches on yachts, we don’t do jet-skis
Put your ice on rocks, they need to help me
No baby, your collection, won’t stand for it
You know you’re in relationship with all us
I get a few texts a day sayin’, "It’s all yours"
I got a few states on speed dial like good drugs
Get in your bag, uh, yeah, get in your bag, uh
Hundred new purse for a brat, uh, come to the street, new Jag
Chart broke, bitch ’bout to drag
Nigga had M’s ‘fore ass
Got a brand new bitch, who that?
Rock the flooded AP, all black
White toes, give me a tan
Cocaine, kill it, ten
All a bitch wanna do is shine
Audemars, pick which kind
I made you a starter
You went from a dime to a quarter
I cheat code the projects
I’m leaving that loud in apartments, yeah
Don’t play with a sergeant, I’m ready to spoil it
She suckin’ my dick, I’m hidin’ in the closet
I’m hidin’ the dope, three mil’ in the room
You get silver spoon, I bought you some goons
Shinin’ hard ’cause we back up
Rose gold from your neck up
You know you gon’ get stopped, tryna check us
Pop an X pill like we Malcolm, yeah, hey
I’m in a relationship with all my bitches, yeah
I need to cut some of ’em off, I need help
I got some bad tings, I want ’em to myself
Had to take the time to cut ’em off, I need help
I know how to make the girls go crazy
When you treat her like your number one baby
Put my bitches on yachts, we don’t do jet-skis
Put your ice on rocks, they need to help me
I bought the jet-skis
Give me the yacht please
I made you queen status
Check out my lean status
I’m in a relationship with all my bitches, yeah
I put my dick inside her mouth before she left
Yeah, I built relationships with all my bitches, yes
I put my dick right in her mouth before she act
I got your bitch in a backpack
I paid extra for the crib, it got a kid shack
I paid extra for the crib, it got a game room
Got a penthouse in the back, it ain’t my main room
Tamika, Jo and Porsche kept it silent
That’s the only reason I let ’em fly private
Shinin’ hard ’cause we back up
Rose gold from your neck up
You know you gon’ get stopped, tryna check us
Pop an X pill like we Malcolm, yeah, hey
I’m in a relationship with all my bitches, yeah
I need to cut some of ’em off, I need help
I got some bad tings, I want ’em to myself
Had to take the time to cut ’em off, I need help
I know how to make the girls go crazy
When you treat her like your number one baby
Put my bitches on yachts, we don’t do jet-skis
Put your ice on rocks, they need to help me

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New freezer – Rich the Kid feat. Kendrick Lamar lyrics

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Post date September 27, 2017
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Lyrics Rich the Kid – New freezer

Ayyy, new freezer
You know what it was when you synced up, ayy
Dat way, yuh, yuh, yeah dat way.

My b*tch too foreign, need a visa
I don’t need her
Pull up drop top with a eater
Two seater
New b*tch wanna f*ck to my AP
New freezer
I woke up thinkin’ ’bout bands
Hop off a jet to a check when I land
My b*tch too foreign, need a visa
I don’t need her
Pull up drop top with a eater
Two seater
New b*tch wanna f*ck to my AP
New freezer
I woke up thinkin’ ’bout bands
Hop off a jet to a check when I land.

Ooh, money way
Diamonds, flexin’ (flex, woo)
I woke up rich, spend a grip on a necklace (yuh)
I put the plug on three way (plug)
Maserati go speed race (yeah)
Drop a baby on a b*tch face (woah)
More ice flexin’ this way (ice)
We put the world on the wave (the wave)
Don’t give a f*ck ’cause I’m paid (woo)
More Act in a lemonade (Act)
The pharmacy knowin’ my name (my name)
I f*ck that b*tch ’cause she bougie (she bougie)
She suck my dick in the movies (yuh)
Trap jumpin’ like 23
She a foreign lil’ freak (freak).

My b*tch too foreign, need a visa (woo)
I don’t need her (b*tch)
Pull up drop top with a eater (skrrt)
Two seater (skrrt)
New b*tch wanna f*ck to my AP (AP, ice)
New freezer (ice)
I woke up thinkin’ ’bout bands (bands)
Hop off a jet to a check when I land (woo)
My b*tch too foreign, need a visa (b*tch)
I don’t need her versuri-lyrics.info
Pull up drop top with a eater (yeah)
Two seater (skrrt, skrrt)
New b*tch wanna f*ck to my AP (b*tch)
New freezer
I woke up thinkin’ ’bout bands (what up?)
Hop off a jet to a check when I land.

Big shot, hollup, wait
Peanut butter insides
Look, outside
Cocaine white, body look like Gentiles
Rule of the day, get a view every day
Get a b*tch with a tan by the pool every day
Get a clique with a plan, give a jewel every day
I never sleep, I gotta eat, I gotta dance
I Milly Rock when I get that advance
How can I shop with like 64 M’s?
Talkin’ to Top about business again
He want a lot with new Bentleys again
I want some top from like two sets of twins
Twinny twin twins, yeah, yeah
Ayy, b*tch (b*tch), where your friends? Yeah, yeah
(Hollup) Switch (hollup) she want in, yeah, yeah
Ball ’em in, fallin’ in bundles of flowers like Parliament
Never know, big dawg like ours.

My b*tch too foreign, need a visa (woo)
I don’t need her (b*tch)
Pull up drop top with a eater (skrrt)
Two seater (skrrt)
New b*tch wanna f*ck to my AP (AP, ice)
New freezer (ice)
I woke up thinkin’ ’bout bands (bands)
Hop off a jet to a check when I land (woo)
My b*tch too foreign, need a visa (b*tch)
I don’t need her
Pull up drop top with a eater (yeah)
Two seater (skrrt, skrrt)
New b*tch wanna f*ck to my AP (b*tch)
New freezer (woah)
I woke up thinkin’ ’bout bands (what up?)
Hop off a jet to a check when I landdd.
Rich the Kid lyrics
Video freezer

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Rich The Kid – New Freezer lyrics

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Post date September 27, 2017
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Rich The Kid with “New Freezer” ft. Kendrick Lamar.

New Freezer lyrics

Ayy, new freezer
You know what it was when you synced up, ayy
Dat way, yuh, yuh, yeah dat way

[Chorus: Rich the Kid]
My bitch too foreign, need a visa (ooh)
I don’t need her (huh?)
Pull up drop top with a eater (skrrt)
Two seater (skrrt)
New bitch wanna f*ck to my AP (AP, ice)
New freezer (ice)
I woke up thinkin’ ’bout bands (bands)
Hop off a jet to a check when I land (yuh)
My bitch too foreign, need a visa (bitch)
I don’t need her (huh?)
Pull up drop top with a eater (yeah)
Two seater (skrrt, skrrt)
New bitch wanna f*ck to my AP (bitch)
New freezer (new freezer)
I woke up thinkin’ ’bout bands (new freezer)
Hop off a jet to a check when I land (dat way)

[Verse 1: Rich The Kid]
Ooh, money way (money)
Diamonds, flexin’ (flex, woo)
I woke up rich, spend a grip on a necklace (yuh)
I put the plug on three way (plug)
Maserati go speed race (yeah)
Drop a baby on a bitch face (woah)
More ice flexin’ this way (ice)
We put the world on the wave (the wave)
Don’t give a f*ck ’cause I’m paid (woo)
More Act in a lemonade (Act)
The pharmacy knowin’ my name (my name)
I f*ck that bitch ’cause she bougie (she bougie)
She suck my dick in the movies (yuh)
Trap jumpin’ like 23
She a foreign lil’ freak (freak)

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[Chorus: Rich the Kid]
My bitch too foreign, need a visa (woo)
I don’t need her (bitch)
Pull up drop top with a eater (skrrt)
Two seater (skrrt)
New bitch wanna f*ck to my AP (AP, ice)
New freezer (ice)
I woke up thinkin’ ’bout bands (bands)
Hop off a jet to a check when I land (woo)
My bitch too foreign, need a visa (bitch)
I don’t need her
Pull up drop top with a eater (yeah)
Two seater (skrrt, skrrt)
New bitch wanna f*ck to my AP (bitch)
New freezer (woah)
I woke up thinkin’ ’bout bands (what up?)
Hop off a jet to a check when I land (ooh, yuh, yuh)

[Verse 2: Kendrick Lamar]
Big shot, hollup, wait
Peanut butter insides
Look, outside
Cocaine white, body look like Gentiles (Gentiles)
Rule of the day, get a view every day
Get a bitch with a tan by the pool every day
Get a clique with a plan, give a jewel every day
I never sleep, I gotta eat, I gotta dance
I Milly Rock when I get that advance
How can I shop with like 64 M’s?
Talkin’ to Top about business again
He want a lot with new Bentleys again
I want some top from like two sets of twins
Twinny twin twins, yeah, yeah
Ayy, bitch (bitch), where your friends? Yeah, yeah
(Hollup) Switch (hollup) she want in, yeah, yeah
Ball ’em in, fallin’ in bundles of flowers like Parliament
Never know, big dawg like ours

Tags AP, Hollup Switch, Kendrick Lamar, New Freezer

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Pretty mami – Lil Uzi Vert lyrics

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Post date August 26, 2017
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Lyrics Lil Uzi Vert – Pretty mami

Can’t nobody touch my swag
Can’t nobody touch my swag
Can’t nobody touch my swag
Can’t nobody touch my swag
Baby your times up now (you gotta go)
Why you hating on my gang yeah (you gotta know)(pretty mami)

Let you know, I’ma let you know
You can’t keep em close, diamonds they so froze
Water like a boat
Spanish girl named Rosa, and she from the coast
She know I’m a soldier, girl, I’ll let you know
I’ma let you know
Diamonds they so froze, water like a boat
Spanish girl named Rosa, and she from the coast
Prolly on your poster, get that guap just like I’m posin’
Get that thot just like I versuri-lyrics.info
I’ma let you know, you can’t keep em close
Diamonds they so froze, water like a boat
Spanish girl named Rosa, and she from the coast
She know I’m a soldier
Girl I’ma let you know, I done let you know
Diamonds they so froze, water like a boat
Spanish girl named Rosa, and she from the coast
Prolly on your poster, get that guap just like I’m posin’
Get that thot just like I.

80k a show, 100k a show (alright)
Why my neck so frozen? Why my Rollie golden?
Walking with my .40, and my money showing
Walking with that stunned AP, my money ain’t foldin
Boy I am not slow, you hate on the low
You was still at home, I was on the road
Know that I’m a dog, I’m bad to the bone
Dior my cologne, smoking gas it’s strong
Leave me alone, stop calling my phone
Already know what you’re thinking lil baby, girl, oh I know
She said “Uzi baby, they ain’t got no dough”
Why you’re so dope? You already know.

Girl you took a L and we can see that
Stevie Wonder, Ray Charles, yeah, don’t you see that?
Pockets giant just like Andre .. 3stacks
I get money, f*ck your b***h, stay real, ooh, that’s three facts
Diamonds on my fist, my wrist, my grill, ooh, I mean that
Made your girl swallow my dick like a pill, ooh, don’t relapse
She keeps stalking on my phone, think this thing’s tapped
Diamonds all up in my pinky, think this thing’s tapped
I do not f*ck with these niggas, man I mean that
Woah, money envelope
I was just so broke, I didn’t have hope
Now I’ll.

Let you know, I’ma let you know
You can’t keep up close, diamonds they so froze
Water like a boat
Spanish girl named Rosa, and she from the coast
She know I’m a soldier, girl, I’ll let you know
I done let you know, diamonds they so froze, water like a boat
Spanish girl named Rosa, and she from the coast
Prolly on your poster, get that guap just like I’m posin’
Get that thot just like I.

Can’t nobody touch my swag
Can’t nobody touch my swag
Can’t nobody touch my swag
Can’t nobody touch my swag
Baby your times up now (you gotta go)
Why you hating on my ganggg?(pretty mami)
Lil Uzi Vert lyrics
Video mami

Tags AP, Lil Uzi Vert, Ray Charles, Stevie Wonder

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Lil Uzi Vert – Feelings Mutual Lyrics

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Post date August 26, 2017
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[Intro]
And I…
Want you to know something very important
Before I even start this song
Something very important before I even start this song
I can’t feel no more, nooooo
I can’t feel no more
I told myself that I wasn’t gonna pop no pills no more
No, I can’t feel no more
I can’t…

[Chorus]
I can’t feel, no
I can’t feel, I can’t feel
I can’t feel, my body’s numb
It because I am so hurt
I feel the pain in the rain
Tell me when is my time and where
Not my first merry-go-round
Not my first merry-go-round yeah
Living life just with a curse, before I go in a hearse
Told you that I love you first
Told you that I love you first, ooh
Now a days I gotta swerve you
I took you out of the fur boots

[Verse 1]
Back then I saw no one but you
Gave you my racks and I splurged too
Calling my phone and I curved you
Hope this song really don’t hurt you
AP froze, time so slow, yeah, hit reverse
Margiela all on my coat, got buttons but leaving it open
So they can all see my shirt, Rick Owens all on my shirt
I can’t believe I made it out the dirt
That was back then when my pockets was hurt
Pockets so stuffed that them shits still be hurtin’
Walk with the Goyard, they say its a purse
Louis stuffed on me it look like a curatin
My main girl a doctor, my side girl a nurse
They keep on talkin’ (woah)
They keep on talkin’ (they hatin)
All these girls up in the club, why you lookin at vert?
I am not worried because when my niggas come
They gonna need a white curtain
Her boyfriend hate my “Bad and Boujee” verse
She gave me head so I called her a nerd

[Chorus]
I can’t feel, no
I can’t feel, I can’t feel
I can’t feel, my body’s numb
It because I am so hurt
I feel the pain in the rain
Tell me when is my time and where
Not my first merry-go-round
Not my first merry-go-round yeah
Living life just with a curse
Before I go in a hearse
Told you that I love you first
Told you that I love you first, oo
Now a days I gotta swerve you
I took you out of the fur boots

[Verse 2]
I’m doing fine now, I’m doing fine now
No I do not need nobody now
No I do not need nobody now
No girl don’t make a sound
You don’t wanna argue about body count
You don’t wanna talk about body count
You don’t wanna talk about body count
What is all this fighting all about
It’s the bodies that I’m finding out
It’s the bodies I don’t know about
So many bodies like a murder trial
You used to say that it’s word of mouth
But I love you so you’re bonding out
But I love you so you’re bonding out
Grandma and Mom love you now
I’m so high I ain’t coming down
I’m so high I ain’t coming down
I’m so high I ain’t coming down
Hate me then, but they love me now
Love me then, but they hate me now
It don’t matter, got a baby now
I’m so numb

[Chorus]
I can’t feel, no
I can’t feel, I can’t feel
I can’t feel, my body’s numb
It because I am so hurt
I feel the pain in the rain
Tell me when is my time and where
Not my first merry-go-round
Not my first merry-go-round yeah
Living life just with a curse
Before I go in a hearse
Told you that I love you first
Told you that I love you first, oo
Now a days I gotta swerve you
I took you out of the fur boots

[Outro]
I’m doing fine now, I’m doing fine now
No I do not need nobody now
No I do not need nobody now
I’m doing fine now, I’m doing fine now
No I do not need nobody now
No I do not need nobody now
I can’t feel

Tags AP, Rick Owens

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ASAP Ferg – What Do You Do (feat. Nav) (Still Striving Album)

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Post date August 23, 2017
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[Intro: Lil Uzi Vert, NAV & Future]
If Young Metro don’t trust you, I’m gon’ shoot you
Tell me what it’s worth
Tell me what it’s worth
Tell me what it’s worth
Tell me what it’s worth
Tell me what it’s worth
Tell me what it’s worth

[Chorus: Lil Uzi Vert]
Tell me what it’s worth
Tell me what it’s worth
I came from the dirt, know I put in work
Like I’m A$AP Ferg, like I’m A$AP Ferg
Know I put in work
Know I put in work
Know I put in, yeah
Know I put in, yeah
Know I put in work
Diamonds different colors, so my neck look like Starburst
Kicked it one time, with your girlfriend
And she fucked me for a purse
I could hit that thing forever, when I’m on the perc

[Verse 1: NAV & Lil Uzi Vert]
I used to put in work
Now my young boys do the dirt (brown boy)
Fully automatic, pull up hit you with a burst
Put you on a shirt, you a lil’ boy, you a smurf
She used to put me down, and now she lifting up her skirt
Pull up and I swerve, leave her feelings hurt
She fucked me for a purse, she fucked me for a XO shirt
I see you wearing Off-White, but you know, I bought it first
I seen you post a picture, and I had to change my shirt
I can’t punch him in his face, he gonna sue me now
Took your bitch to Nobu, fuck me for some sushi now
I hit it once, and now I can’t stand her now
They pay me fifty thousand, just to stand around

[Chorus: Lil Uzi Vert]
Yeah, what it’s worth
Tell me what it’s worth
I came from the dirt, know I put in work
Like I’m A$AP Ferg, like I’m A$AP Ferg
Know I put in work
Know I put in work
Know I put in, yeah
Know I put in, yeah
Know I put in work
Diamonds different colors, so my neck look like Starburst
Kicked it one time, with your girlfriend
And she fucked me for a purse
I could hit that thing forever, when I’m on the perc

[Verse 2: Lil Uzi Vert]
Heard you got that AP swerve, that was my watch first
Heard you got that Lambo’, skrt, that was my drive first
Chopper beat that bitch to spurs, clip hang to the curb
That girl know, I put in work, like I’m A$AP Ferg
Your girlfriend say, I’m handsome
Fuck any girl, so random
Rock any clothes, I’m random
I rock that Demna right on my sandal
Don’t give me the top then cancel
My momma said these niggas can’t stand you
And I’m laughing right to the bank
All my chains on like I’m Shabba Ranks

[Outro: NAV]
I came up from the dirt, yeah
I came up from the dirt, yeah
Put in work like A$AP Ferg, yeah
You’re getting on my nerves, yeah
No pancakes, I want syrup, yeah
Mix some molly with the percs, yeah
Diss me take you off this earth, yeah
I came up from the dirt, yeah
I came up from the dirt, yeah
Came up from the dirt, yeah
Came up from the dirt, yeah
Put in work like A$AP Ferg, yeah
I got Vs on all my shirts, yeah
No pancakes, I want syrup, yeah
Mix some molly with the percs, yeah
Diss me take you off this earth, yeah
I came up from the dirt, yeah
I came up from the dirt, yeah

Tags AP, Shabba Ranks, XO

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Famous Dex – Dan The Man

[Intro]
DJ what
Dexter, ooo, fuck your, hah
Diamonds dancing like club tho
Huh, fucking bitches, know what I’m saying
Dexter, ooo, what, yeah, ah, what

[Verse]
AP diamonds dancing all up on my wrist
Blew your bitch a kiss thats your bitch she on my dick, ooo
Got my stick, huh, yeah, I got my stick, huh
.40 with the klick got the beam on that bitch, ooo
Diamonds dancing it my sing to your bitch, ooo
Doing coke she might fein on my dick, ooo
What, yeah, baby you a slut, huh
Let me bust a nut, huh
Feel all on her butt, ooo, wait
Bentley truck yeah you got a Jeep
Thats Chanel double pp all up on my feet
Diamonds on my teeth, huh, lil bro on the beat
Wanna be like me, huh, you can’t be like me
Wait, huh, two two three yeah that bitch on green
This bitch wanna ring she can’t get a thing
I might pop a beam, she might pop a beam
Now we seeing things, huh, all in magazines
What, test me, run up on ’em test me
.30 on me who gon’ test me, .40 on me who gon’ test me, what
Sex me, I know this bitch wanna neck me, neck me, neck me
I know this bitch wanna neck me, huh, wait, huh
I just bought a 50 it’s so pretty?
[?] I’ma shoot your bitch up in her titties
Gold chain ridin’ round the city feeling like Diddy
They like no he didn’t, they like no he didn’t, Dexter, ooo, what

[Outro]
They like no he didn’t, they like no he didn’t
They like no he didn’t, they like no he didn’t
Gold chain think I’m Diddy

Tags AP, DJ, Thats Chanel

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Dan the man – Famous Dex lyrics

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Post date August 13, 2017
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Lyrics Famous Dex – Dan the man

DJ what
Dexter ouu, f*ck your hah
Diamonds dancing like club tho
Huh f*cking b*tches, know what I’m saying
Dexter ou what yeah ah what.(dan the man)

AP diamonds dancing all up on my wrist
Blew your b*tch a kiss thats your b*tch she on my d*ck.

Got my stick huh yeah I got my stick huh
40 with the klick got the beam on that b*tch.

Diamonds dancing it my sing to your b*tch ou
Doing coke she might fein on my d*ck.

What yeah baby you a slut huh let me bust a nut huh
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Feel all on her butt ou wait.

Bentley truck yeah you got a jeep
Thats Chanel double pp all up on my feet.

Diamonds on my teeth huh lil bro on the beat
Wanna be like me huh you can’t be like me.

Wait huh two two three yeah that b*tch on green
This b*tch wanna ring she can’t get a thing.

I might pop a beam she might pop a beam
Now we seeing things huh all in magazines.

What, test me run up on em’ test me
30 on me who gon’ test me 40 on me who gon’ test me what.

S*x me I now this b*tch wanna neck me neck me neck me
I know this b*tch wanna neck me huh wait huh.

I just bought a 50 it’s so pretty?
Gold chain riding round the city feeling like Diddy.

They like no he didn’t they like no he didn’t dexter ou what
They like no he didn’t they like no he didn’t
They like no he didn’t they like no he didn’t
Gold chain think I’m Diddyyy.
Famous Dex lyrics
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Lyrics

Pet

Post author By Azlyrics
Post date July 24, 2017
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Lyrics to ‘Pet’ by Lil Uzi Vert:

–Hook–
He want that bitch
I don’t want that
Bitch on my dick
Cause I got racks
I count the sack
Walking in Raf
Bitch I’m a dog
But I’m no pet
I need a Vette

–Verse 1–
Swervin that Vette
No instagram, got a blue check
Don’t want to relax
“Did I have sex?”
They on my back
Feel like Mad Max
I fuck that bitch
You want that bitch
I rock the Rick
I got that drip
Copy my style
Copy my fits
30 my clip
30 my bitch

–Hook–
He want that bitch
I don’t want that
Bitch on my dick
Cause I got racks
I count the sack
Walking in Raf
Bitch I’m a dog
But I’m no pet
He want that bitch
I don’t want that
Bitch on my dick
Cause I got racks
I count the sack
Walking in Raf
Bitch I’m a dog
But I’m no pet
I need a Vette

–Verse 2–
Pull up in my whip, my doors suicide
I told that girl give me head now I’m a psychic
Everything I say the truth, so I can ride it
She keep telling me she through, but no, she like it
Oh no, no she like it in her face
Stone cold, I’ma stun her then walk ‘way
V’s diamonds in my teeth, they Colgate
Niggas talking, yeah I know that they hate
.357 that shit hold the case
Handle bitch [?]
I can’t stop, no, so no-no-no, can’t stop, no, so, no-no-no
Got a iced out AP, got a Rollie dipped in gold
Chain got different color V’s diamonds in my show
I might fuck your mother, but I’m sticking to the code

Tags AP, Lil Uzi Vert, Mad Max

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Young Thug – Relationship Lyrics

Post author By Azlyrics
Post date July 19, 2017
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YOUNG THUG
Relationship Lyrics

[Young Thug:]
Shinin’ hard ’cause we back up
Rose gold from your neck up
You know you gon’ get stopped tryna check us
Pop an X pill like we Malcolm, yeah, hey
[Future:]
I’m in a relationship with all my bitches, yeah
I need to cut some of ’em off, I need help
I got some bad tings, I want ’em to myself
Had to take the time to cut ’em off, I need help
I know how to make the girls go crazy
When you treat her like your number one baby
Put my bitches on yachts, we don’t do jet-skis
Put your ice on rocks, they need to help me

[Future:]
No baby, your collection, won’t stand for it
You know you’re in relationship with all us
I get a few texts a day sayin’, "It’s all yours"
I got a few states on speed dial like good drugs
[Young Thug:]
Get in your bag, uh, yeah, get in your bag, uh
Hundred new purse for a brat, uh, come to the street, new Jag
Chart broke, bitch ’bout to drag
Nigga had M’s ‘fore ass
Got a brand new bitch, who that?
Rock the flooded AP, all black
[Future:]
White toes, give me a tan
Cocaine, kilo tan
All a bitch wanna do is shine
Audemars, pick which kind
I made you a starter
You went from a dime to a quarter
I cheat code the projects
I’m leaving that loud in apartments, yeah
[Young Thug:]
Don’t play with a sergeant, I’m ready to spoil it
[Future:]
She suck on my dick, I’m hidin’ in the closet
I’m hidin’ the dope, three mil’ in the room
You get silver spoon, I bought you some goons

[Future:]
I bought the jet-skis
Bring the yacht please
I made you queen status
Check out my lean status
I’m in a relationship with all my bitches, yeah
I put my dick inside her mouth before she left
[Young Thug:]
Yeah, I built relationships with all my bitches, yes
I put my dick right in her mouth before she act
I got your bitch in a backpack
I paid extra for the crib, it got a kid shack
[Future:]
I paid extra for the crib, it got a game room
Got a penthouse in the back, it ain’t my main room
Tamika, Jo and Porsche kept it silent
That’s the only reason I let ’em fly private

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Lyrics

Dae Dae – New Wave

[Intro]
Boy they already know what it is when I talk this shit here
Dae Dae let’s go and give it to ’em boy
Let’s go’n get ’em out the way, it’s a new wave nigga

[Verse 1]
Neck piece too lit, this bitch too lit
AP two bricks, bad bitch too thick
Fashion, oohwee, backend, oohwee
Kardashian, two piece, MAC or that Uzi
Trappin’ by pool creek, action when it’s ’bout me
They say you not the man in the streets
I’m flashy, now you got with the key
I crashed it, now I’m in that new straight A Jeep
It’s happenin’, they finally freed my fuckin’ brother D
Don’t panic, man time to turn up on them beats
I’m dangerous, oh you actin’ hard? nigga please
Gang with me, and we in the club one hundred deep nigga

[Chorus]
This bitch too lit, thug bitch, Ruth Chris
Dark bitch, dark shades, dark pay, okay
Red bitch, Charday, red bottoms, two K
Yachtmaster forty K, Atlanta new wave
This bitch too lit, thug bitch, Ruth Chris
Dark bitch, dark shades, dark pay, okay
Red bitch, Charday, red bottoms, two K
Yachtmaster forty K, Atlanta new wave

[Verse 2]
Atlanta new wave, I got Bluray, woo
Still in the burbs, bitch I’m too paid
The Forgis make me swerve when I’m cruisin’
I know I make ’em nervous how I do this shit nigga
Pop the donk on Irving, leave the keys in the ignition
And I’m shooting like Curry nigga, try me I’ma swish it
My big chain nervous, I got racks and I got glizzy
In that blue excursion, I’m in traffic sitting on inches
I might go to Follies, go to Flame and throw a twenty
I might take her shopping buy her that but ain’t no feeling
She still go to college but her daddy don’t be tripping
And I’m with my partners, time to turn up with my niggas

[Verse 3]
It’s the new wave, I got blue rays
Might pull out the garage in the new Wraith
Fuck ’em if they hatin’, bitch I’m too paid
I’m clutchin’ ’cause they hatin’ but it’s cool, hate
My bitch too lit, your bitch my bitch
Big rim, big crib, four-fifth, right here
I won’t let you try me ever ever again
This lil bitch want molly, she want percs and shit (molly percocets)
You know it ain’t no problem, we gon’ work the shit
Order up them bottles, Dae Dae got this bitch lit
And we want them hoes that bring all her friends
We got this bitch loaded, go’n and turn up, yeah

Tags AP, Dae Dae, MAC, Ruth Chris

Lyrics

21 Savage – Whole Lot (Issa Album)

Post author By Azlyrics
Post date July 7, 2017
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[Intro: Young Thug]
Yeah, it’s a knife and all, y’know what I’m sayin’?
Yeah nigga, I hit your wife and all, y’know what I’m sayin’?
Yeah, this a plain AP, but I got a lotta watches, y’know what I’m sayin’?
Yeah

[Chorus: 21 Savage & Young Thug]
Nigga made a whole lotta guala
Now I got a whole lotta problems (yeah)
Main bitch fuckin’ my partner (main bitch)
Nigga, we ain’t trippin’, we ballin’ (fool)
And I got a whole lotta shotters (and I gotta)
Hang around a whole lotta robbers (hang around)
And I got a bad bitch callin’ (and I gotta)
Put a bad bitch in Cartier
Catch a nigga ridin’ down College (skrt skrt)
Catch a nigga ridin’ down [?]
We ain’t talkin’ ’bout it, we savage
We don’t talk about it, we shotters
Straight up out the gutter, we charted (gutter)
Straight up out the gutter, we heartless (heartless)
I’m a street nigga and a artist (street nigga)
And I’m gon’ hit my targets (voom voom)

[Verse 1: 21 Savage & Young Thug]
VVS’s drippin’ off my chain, hoe (ooh)
I be in them places that you can’t go (can’t go)
My brother down the road on tango (I still see him)
You rap niggas sweeter than a mango (pussy sweet)
TEC on me with the coolie on it
I’ma fuck around and squeeze (ooh)
Pain runnin’ through my veins
I don’t want the fame, I just wanna eat (ooh)
Rap niggas callin’ my phone
Fuck these niggas, these niggas ain’t G’s (one hunnit)
Spend on a lot of niggas, I ain’t spend no more
Fuck around and get robbed ’round me (fast)
Chain snatched
Watch snatched, don’t get it back (get it)
Chopper on you
Wrong move, get hit in the back (cutter)
I’m Young Savage
Real nigga, they vouchin’ for that (they vouchin’ for that)
I keep it on me
One in the head, I’m cockin’ it back
And I make your bitch drop it back
And I spend a dub in Saks
And I do a whole lot of drinkin’
I done put a hole in my kidney
Y’all niggas pussy like kittens (uh)
VVS’s on, I need mittens (VVS)
Nigga, we ain’t leavin’ no witness
Stomp a nigga ’til he need stitches (woah)
I ain’t never played no victim
Every nigga played, I killed him
Put a nigga in a blender, nigga, then we chop it up (then we chop it up)
Put it in the Pyrex, nigga, then we lock it up (lock it up)
Put that bitch inside a Benz, she was in a Acura
Niggas be actin’ tough, I just be stackin’ up (I just be stackin’ up)
Used to ride around with Dracos, now I’m going platinum (platinum)

[Chorus: 21 Savage & Young Thug]
Nigga made a whole lotta guala (yeah)
Now I got a whole lotta problems (got a whole lotta)
Main bitch fuckin’ my partner (main bitch)
Nigga, we ain’t trippin’, we ballin’ (ain’t trippin on ’em)
And I got a whole lotta shotters (and I gotta)
Hang around a whole lotta robbers (hang around)
And I got a bad bitch callin’ (and I gotta)
Put a bad bitch in Cartier (yeah)
Catch a nigga ridin’ down College (ooh)
Catch a nigga ridin’ down [?] (get madder nigga)
We ain’t talkin’ ’bout it, we savage (ain’t talk about it)
We don’t talk about it, we shotters (ain’t talk about it)
Straight up out the gutter, we charted (okay)
Straight up out the gutter, we heartless (okay)
I’m a street nigga and a artist (ooh)
And I’m gon’ hit my targets

[Verse 2: 21 Savage & Young Thug]
Nigga, put gold on denim (gold)
Nigga, I said it, I meant it (meant it)
Nigga, be fresh like mint (fresh)
Nigga on percs, I’m itchin’ (nigga)
Nigga, I stayed in the trenches (nigga)
Niggas still play in the trenches (nigga)
Stayed up late on missions (fool)
Sometimes we ain’t strike for a dime (for a dime)
If them niggas actin’ scared, I ride (I’m gon’ go)
When my brother got killed, I cried
I can’t let a nigga stop my stride (stride)
Gotta keep this shit goin’, gotta move (move)
If it come down to it, I’m bustin’ moves (fool)
I jump up out that vert with a Uzi (skrt)
These facts, lil’ nigga I’m the truth (truth)
You got goons, lil’ nigga, I got troops (I got troops)
They don’t got Instagrams ’cause they shoot (I got, I got)
Coulda got a four-door, I got a coupe (got that coupe)
Coulda fucked that bitch, I passed her to the crew (here you go)
Shiverin’ and shakin’, boy you ain’t gon’ shoot
Wright Street, man I ate a lot of soups

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Lyrics

Relationship – Young Thug feat. Future lyrics

Post author By Azlyrics
Post date July 3, 2017
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Lyrics Young Thug – Relationship

Shinin’ hard ’cause we back up
Rose gold from your neck up
You know s**t gon’ get sloppy, tryna check us
Pop an X pill like we Malcolm, yeah, hey
I’m in a relationship with all my b*tches, yeah
I need to cut some of ’em off, I need help
I got some bad tings, I want her to myself
Had to take the time to cut ’em off, I need help
I know how to make the girl go crazy
When you treat her like your number one baby
Put my b*tches on yachts, we don’t do jet-skis
Put your ice on rocks, they need to help me.

No baby, your collection, won’t stand for it
You know you’re in relationship with all us
I get a few texts a day sayin’, “It’s all yours”
I got a few states on speed dial like good drugs
Get in your bag, uh, yeah, get in your bag, uh
Hundred new purse for a brat, uh, comin’ down the street, new Jag
Turbo b*tch ’bout to drag, nigga had M’s ‘fore a*s
Got a brand new b*tch, who that?
Rock the flooded AP, all black
White toes, give me a tan, cocaine, kilo tan
All a b*tch wanna do is shine, Audemars, pick which kind
I made you a starter, you went from a dime to a quarter
I Chico DeBarge it, I’m leaving that loud in apartments, yeah
Don’t play with a sergeant, I’m ready to spoil it
She suck on my dick, I’m hidin’ in the closet
I’m higher than the moon, three mil’ in the room
You get silver spoon, I bought you some goons.

Shinin’ hard ’cause we back up
Rose gold from your neck up
You know s**t gon’ get sloppy, tryna check us
Pop an X pill like we Malcolm, yeah, hey
I’m in a relationship with all my b*tches, yeah
I need to cut some of ’em off, I need help
I got some bad tings, I want her to myself
Had to take the time to cut ’em off, I need help
I know how to make the girls go crazy
When you treat her like your number one baby
Put my b*tches on yachts, we don’t do jet-skis
Put your ice on rocks, they need to help me.

I don’t do jet-skis, give me the yacht please
I made you queen status, check out my lean status
I’m in a relationship with all my b*tches, yeah
I put my dick inside her mouth before she left
Yeah, I built relationships with all my b*tches, yes
I put my dick right in her mouth before she act
I got your b*tch in a backpack versuri-lyrics.info
I paid extra for the crib, it got a kid shack
I paid extra for the crib, it got a game room
Got a penthouse in the back, it ain’t my main room
Tamika, Jo and Porsche they kept it silent
That’s the only reason I let ’em fly private.

Shinin’ hard ’cause we back up
Rose gold from your neck up
You know s**t gon’ get sloppy, tryna check us
Pop an X pill like we Malcolm, yeah, hey
I’m in a relationship with all my b*tches, yeah
I need to cut some of ’em off, I need help
I got some bad tings, I want her to myself
Had to take the time to cut ’em off, I need help
I know how to make the girls go crazy
When you treat her like your number one baby
Put my b*tches on yachts, we don’t do jet-skis
Put your ice on rocks, they need to help meee.
Young Thug lyrics
Video Young Thug

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Lyrics

MADEINTYO – Flooded (feat. Rich The Kidd)

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Post date June 7, 2017
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[Intro: MadeinTYO]
Rocks on that bitch
Rocks on that bitch, yeah it’s flooded

[Chorus: MadeinTYO]
Rocks on that bitch, yeah it’s flooded, yeah yeah
Yeah it’s flooded, yeah yeah
Yeah it’s flooded, yeah yeah yeah
Diamonds on that bitch, yeah it’s flooded, yeah yeah
Yeah it’s flooded, yeah yeah
Yeah it’s flooded, yeah yeah yeah
Pussy hella wet, yeah it’s flooded, yeah yeah yeah
She gon’ make you cry, she got that onion, yeah yeah yeah
MC Hammer, naw they can’t touch it, yeah yeah yeah
Piece string with lean, she’ll bust it, yeah yeah yeah
Yeah it’s flooded, yeah yeah
Yeah it’s flooded, yeah yeah
Yeah it’s flooded, yeah yeah
Yeah it’s flooded, yeah yeah, yeah
Diamonds on that bitch there, yeah it’s flooded, yeah yeah yeah
Diamonds on that bitch you know it’s flooded, yeah yeah yeah

[Verse 1: MadeinTYO]
She gon’ suck me up, that mouth flooded, yeah yeah yeah
Hella bitches, she fucking want it, yeah yeah yeah
Yeah it’s flooded, yeah yeah
Yeah it’s flooded, yeah yeah
Yeah it’s flooded, yeah yeah
Yeah it’s flooded, yeah yeah
Ooh, cool cups on the ice, yeah, turn the lights, yeah (hey)
Tokyo lil bright, yeah, not my type, yeah
Cool cups on the ice, yeah, turn the lights, yeah (hey)
Tokyo lil bright, yeah, not my type, yeah
Yeah it’s flooded, yeah yeah
Yeah it’s flooded, yeah yeah
Yeah it’s flooded, yeah yeah
Yeah it’s flooded, yeah yeah
Diamonds on that bitch you know it’s flooded, yeah yeah yeah
Tell a hater come and get it, want it, yeah yeah
Yeah it’s flooded, yeah
Yeah it’s flooded, yeah
Yeah it’s flooded, yeah
Yeah it’s flooded, yeah
Yeah it’s flooded, yeah
Ooh it’s flooded, yeah
She gon’ make you cry, she got that onion, yeah yeah

[Verse 2: Rich The Kid]
New freezer on me, yeah it’s flooded
Racks on me like a hundred
AP bust it down
I was making real love in her mouth
I’ma fuck three hoes then I kick ’em all out
Back then I was broke, now my wrist iced out
Four rings, eight chains, like fuck it
Two models, redbones, and they fuckin’
Straight to the top
Old rappers, put ’em right in a box
Wrist cost a lot
Me and Tokyo race in a drop
New Patek run a cool two hundred
Thank god my whole wrist flooded
Gucci ’cause I’m hot
Fendi bought it out

Tags AP, New Patek, tokyo

Lyrics

Tinie Tempah – They Don’t Know Lyrics

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Post date April 15, 2017
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[Chorus: Alastair]
Uh, when the cameras show up, we show up
And roll up and roll out
Let them think what they think, it’s funny how
They didn’t get it then, so they won’t now
Yeah ’cause they don’t know us
They can’t say what they say
Don’t give us thoughts
Don’t need them anyway

[Verse 1: Tinie Tempah]
Everywhere I go, I gotta pose
Sittin’ on the throne with a ‘fro
Chillin’ with a prince at the BAFTA’s
Gold all over the globe
Any time I stress, I can get it from a rasta
Headside, kill ’em when they know
Didn’t want to know
Baby said, “Shh, you can hit it on the low”
You can hit it on the low, you can hit it on the low
Come in on your own, leave your knickers at the door
Yeah, I’m the AP, got the wonder tug-a-war
I don’t holla anymore, tryna make a nigga poor
Tryna hit me with the drink, no no
They might think, they don’t know
Let ’em talk ish, promo
‘Cause we don’t really care ’bout nothin’

[Verse 2: Kid Ink]
It’s Kind Ink, uh, canine
That kitty got me feelin’ like a canine
I’m just tryna live, baby, can I?
We at the KWest, startin’ KI’s
Woo, I just bought the whole LA out
Uh, live is a beach, bitch, lay out
Uh, hit the blunt, baby, what you gotta say now?
Woo, I know you want it, ow
Ha, get you higher than the Eiffel
Pour up, baby, put a lil’ ice too
Yeah, I remember back in high school
I used to have a girl that looked just like you
Yeah and with all of these flashbacks
Say ain’t no tellin’ what I might do

[Verse 3: Stefflon Don]
Young man comin’ up from the corner
Nobody tryna set me if I wanna
Never have to worry ’bout if he give me the banana
Me haffi tell them na na na na na
Oh no no, slide in my DMs and my writs just froze
I’m too cold, don’t wanna play ’cause I’m gettin’ too old
What’s new? Bitch, I’m in the stu’
Hookin’ up with hurricane, mix with the flow
Tryna lock my wrists, mosquito, love the cold
If the track ain’t a track then the Don come through
My rule number 1 is don’t play a number 2
Talkin’ with my nigga, you will end up on the news
Messin’ with the paper that you racked up in views
Real, real ting, all I do is tell the truth

[Outro: Tinie Tempah]
I know a girl from the ends
She likes to take it down low
She said she wanna let me inside
But her daddy said no
I know a girl with a woo
I call her Paris in my phone
I know a girl from the southside
That wanna take you all home

Tags AP, BAFTA, Kind Ink, Paris

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Soulja Boy – Trappin’ N Cappin’ (Big Soulja Album)

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Post date April 6, 2017
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[Shout outs]

[Chorus]
Trappin’ n cappin’ I’m whippin’ the pot
I post up Zone 1 with the pans and the pots
I came up from trappin’ n cappin’, now I got that guap
Draco pull up, and I spray your block
I’m trappin’ n cappin’, watching for the cops
I walk around with the bands on the blocks
AP on my wrist, I’m sitting at the top
I fell in love with the Pyrex, I whip the pot
Trappin’ n cappin’ i’m whippin’ the pot
I post up Zone 1 with the pans and pots
I came up from trappin’ n cappin’, now I got that guap
Draco pull up, and I spray your block
I’m trappin’ n cappin’, watching for the cops
I walk around with the bands on the block
AP on my wrist, I’m sitting at the top
I fell in love with the Pyrex, I whip the pot

[Verse 1]
Sittin in the trap, money in my face
Trappin’ n cappin’ i’m switching from state to state
Mansion or condo I switch up the low case
100 thousand cash just for motivation
Jumped out the Wraith, then I hop in the i8
Derek Jeter, hit the pot like I beat the case
Pulled out a pistol, I shot with a K
Money get shooter and they poppin’ shit broad day
1 M, I just made it today
Came up from trappin’ n cappin’
I ate everything on the plate
Smokin’ on rocks, now I’m high in space
Call up my lawyer, you know he gon’ beat the case
Got the Draco, know we shoot with the 38
Grippin’ the rocket, I know that these niggas fake
Ferragamo on me, rockin the Gucci snake
Pull out the draco, he shot in the face

[Chorus]
Trappin’ n cappin’ I’m whippin’ the pot
I post up Zone 1 with the pans and the pots
I came up from trappin’ n cappin’, now I got the guap
Draco pull up, and I spray your block
I’m trappin’ n cappin’, watching for the cops
I walk around with the bands on the block
AP on my wrist, I’m sitting at the top
I fell in love with the Pyrex, I whip the pot
Trappin’ n cappin’ i’m whippin’ the pot
I post up Zone 1 with the pans and pots
I come from trappin’ n cappin’, now I got that guap
Draco pull up, and I spray your block
I’m trappin’ n cappin’, watching for the cops
I walk around with the bands on the block
AP on my wrist, I’m sitting at the top
I fell in love with the Pyrex, I whip the pot

[Verse 2]
Big Soulja, i’m the big homie
Mini Draco, gotta keep it on me
I came up from trappin’ n cappin’, they act like they know me
Put the bricks in a figure-four
I stand at your front door, ski mask with the Draco
Who wanna bih’ homie, shoot when I say so
Came up from trappin’ n cappin’ for pesos
150 bricks down Santiago
2018, Bentley truck Forgiato
Trappin’ n cappin’ M’s in Wells Fargo
Bricks coming in, swipe em by barcode
Trappin’ n cappin’ i’m smokin’ Gelato
100 pounds, nigga hit the lotto
Givenchy on me, I’m fly Aeropostale
Flip it like Future, this shit get colossal
Hop in the Lamborghini, full throttle!

Tags AP, Big Soulja, Derek Jeter, Mini Draco

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Casanova – Decline (Be Safe Tho Mixtape)

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Post date April 3, 2017
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[Chorus]
Been gettin’ money thought I told ya
Been gettin’ money thought I told ya
Been gettin’ money thought I told ya
Think I’m lyin’, come let me show ya’
We gon’ keep swiping til’ that piece D
We gon’ keep swiping til’ that piece D
We gon’ keep swiping til’ that piece D
We gon’ keep swiping til’ that piece D
Been gettin’ money thought I told ya
Been gettin’ money thought I told ya
Been gettin’ money thought I told ya
Think I’m lyin’, come let me show ya’
We gon’ keep swiping til’ that piece D
We gon’ keep swiping til’ that piece D
We gon’ keep swiping til’ that piece D
We gon’ keep swiping til’ that piece D

[Verse 1]
I got a Rollie and a AP
I’m all the way up, Bleek hittin’ Jay-Z
I’m paid in full, like Azie
You know I’m cooler than the AC
My shorty went left, but I’m still right
When I get the deal Imma still swipe
I could tell you what the money feel like
I could tell you what the money feel like
I had a rental and a few runners
The four pieces did a few numbers
Been gettin’ money for a few summers
I got them old and them new hundreds

[Verse 2]
Did a couple shows made 80 pack
Spent it all then I made it back
I stopped scalin’ got a plate of that
I know they mad I know they hated that
Did the whole dub but no jail could hold me
Realize I’m the one but they never told me
So pay me now you could never owe me
I got the white got the yellow Rollie
Cut the money, love me
Cut the money, love me
I gotta laugh ’cause your money funny
She don’t know how to act when the money ’round her
So much money broke the money counter

Tags AC, AP

Lyrics

Yung Tory & Lil Durk – Run It Up

Post author By Azlyrics
Post date April 1, 2017
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[Hook: Yung Tory]
These niggas my sons and I’m yo’ father
She get lit when I play that water
I’m in the VIP with yo’ baby momma
I take her to the crib, you took her to Benihana
I ain’t never bought a hoe McDonald’s
I was trappin’ out my momma’s Honda

[Verse 1: Yung Tory]
I don’t know why these niggas talkin’
Like I don’t be with niggas that want lot from ’em
Leave ’em in the creek like its Dawson
Bitch I’m saucin’ baby I’m saucin’
So you should let me hit it ya
I came through at the gym, you never hit it raw
She gave her number but I didn’t call
She want a nigga lit I got alcohol
Ay girl if you ain’t tryna turn up, please don’t get involved
Shawty she a freak she gon take it off
Yeah take it off, holding when I’m playin’ golf
These niggas mad hatin’ on me shake ’em off
I just play my part
Girl you know I’mma fuck it all
Young nigga I’mma run it up
I don’t got no friends so who can I trust

[Verse 2: Lil Durk]
Don’t take her to no crib, take her to hotels
I might buy her 1s, you buy that hoe Chanel
I might buy her food you gon’ do that hoe nails
Killas all around me, none of my niggas gon’ tell
Put that on my son
Ay, I’mma keep my gun
Ay, bitch I’m not the one
Ay, shootouts do not want one
Bitch yo’ dream on, bitch this is just a theme song
Bitch I am yo’ ringtone, 14 for these jeans hoe
I got my AP on, Loubs get my bleed on
Finessin’ til the weed gone
I got my dick eaten on
Yea, yeah yeah
Get some head inside the car
Hey, told that bitch that I’m a star
Shit, and that goes all on mars
She, fuck with percs, don’t fuck with bars yeah
Yeah yeah

[Outro: Yung Tory]
Yeah I’mma run it up
I don’t got no friends so who can I trust
I was trappin’ out my momma’s Honda
Young nigga I’mma run it up
I was trappin’ out my momma’s Honda
Yeah yeah
Yeah I’m yo’ father
I was trappin’ out my momma’s Honda
Run it up, run it up, run it up yeah

Tags AP, VIP

Lyrics

K Camp – Big Tyme (feat. Dae Dae)

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Post date March 29, 2017
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[Hook: K Camp]
Bitch I’m big time and my bitch fine
I’m gon’ get mine, let my wrist shine
Bitch I’m big time and my bitch fine
I’m gon’ get mine, let my wrist shine
Let my wrist shine, let my wrist shine
Let my wrist shine, bitch I’m big time
Bitch I’m big time and my bitch fine
Let my wrist shine, let my wrist shine

[Verse 1: K Camp]
Bitch I’m big time and my bitch fine
Threw that back though
We don’t wait in line
That’s an Audemar
Watch that bitch shine
Coulda bought a car
But I bought some diamonds
Thought you’d see me shining
Feel like Frankie Lymon
I know he ain’t got it
I can tell he lying
I can tell he trying
Bitch you know I’m up
If you want a feature, hit my booking up

[Verse 2: Dae Dae]
Let the kid shine
Let my bitch shine
I ain’t got time to play
I got spots to lay
Hot Boy, Hot Boy
Young Weezy, AP, Young Juvie
TIP on that OG Kush
Yeah the King Louie, King Louie
This is an AP
This is a Rollie
This is a middle finger for the fuck niggas I hear (?)
This is set life, I got freak women presidential
Evidently they gon’ hate anyway, I got Camp with me

Tags AP, King Louie, Young Juvie, Young Weezy

Lyrics

Gang up – Young Thug feat. Wiz Khalifa lyrics

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Post date March 24, 2017
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Lyrics Young Thug – Gang up

I’m with the gang, gang, gang and we ’bout to go up
Switching lanes, it’s a thang, every time we show up
You a lame, lame, lame and you so below us
Bet your hoe, she know us
‘Cause you know we blowed up
We stay down
And crame up, and came up
We stay down
We came up, the gang up.

2 Chaiiiinz (Yeahhh)
I’m a villanious winner
With precision, I’m killing
We resent the religion
Ended up independent
Took my car to the clinic
Let ’em check all the vitals
Middle finger to rivals
Michael Jackson, my idol
Still ducked in a pie hole
Told to the plug, everyday except cinco de mayo
I still got me a Carlo
Still got money, Carlo
Your car running so bad, it stink up to your parlour
Call my rollie a Ralo
Call my AP a app
I ain’t talking seat-belts when I say that I’m strapped
I’m in love with my side hoe
I sneak up through the side door
I’ma show you what we ride for
I’ma show you what we die for.

I’m with the gang, gang, gang and we ’bout to go up
Switching lanes, it’s a thang, every time we show up
You a lame, lame, lame and you so below us
Bet your hoe, she know us
‘Cause you know we blowed up
We stay down
And came up, and came up
We stay down
We came up, the gang up.

I’m in my same lane, lane that ain’t gon’ ever change up
I blow the brain out the range like a tasandra
Here’s R.I.P. to Paul Walker homie, he gotta stand up
We had you main on us, no we got stains on us
And all we gotta do is stay down and come up while they flexin’ (What we gotta do)
Yeah, I got her Indian and she Western
Yeah, just say so, money your best friend
Then that fast and furious started nesting
Say I’m bout to go take off on you (Take off on you)
Is staying, is you rolling like a scroller? yes you are
Your ready to take off like a 1980 Coke
He know that Instagram shit, all you gon’ post that.

I’m with the gang, gang, gang and we ’bout to go up
Switching lanes, it’s a thang, every time we show up
You a lame, lame, lame and you so below us
Bet your hoe, she know us
‘Cause you know we blowed up
We stay down
And came up, and came up
We stay down
We came up, the gang up.

Yeah, I’m always with my gang
We always ready to ride for the squad, we’ll do anything
Stay down, we’ll never change
We always gon’ stay the same
Put you in check, when you outta place
I try to tell ’em not to mess with my gang, gang, gang
We do what we gotta do and don’t complain-plain-plain
I’m on the road, I’m probably fresh up off the plane, plane, plane
Know you heard about me, I do my thang, thang, thang
I got the world on my back versuri-lyrics.info
I put your girl on her back
I did it all on my own
Now there ain’t no turning back
And my whole squad got my back
And shawty so bad, I asked her if she repped the gang, she said “Facts”
Gang, gang, gang.

I’m with the gang, gang, gang and we ’bout to go up
Switching lanes, it’s a thang, every time we show up
You a lame, lame, lame and you so below us
Bet your hoe, she know us
‘Cause you know we blowed up
We stay down
And came up, and came up
We stay down
We came up, the gang uppp.
Young Thug lyrics
Video up

Tags AP, Michael Jackson, Paul Walker, Wiz Khalifa

Lyrics

Trouble – Brick Lyrics

Ain’t nobody studyin these lil pissy ass lil hoes man
Dat bitch know what the fuck going on.. I swear
(Chorus)
Bitch I’m the shit Bitch looka dis Gotta brick on my wrist Bitch looka dis
Dis a brick yea yea yea yea yea yea yea
Dis a brick yea yea yea yea yea yea yea
Bitch talking shit, Big Boy get hit, come through shit gone get lit
Snow ball on your wrist
That’s a brick yea yea yea yea yea yea
God damnit That’s a brick yea yea yea yea yea yea yea

Thirty-Six Thirty-Six Thirty-Six this bitch thick
Brick on my wrist, I talk shit, suck my dick hoe
Bitch ain’t shit change in the bricks with the jits hoe
Licks, after Licks, after Licks, after Licks Go
I told the bitch I don’t know what to tell her
That shit you talking bout don’t add up to a bezel
I get this shit brackin I’m poppin cheddar
When nothing in flow put that bitch together
She went nothing in flow put that bitch together
If I don’t like the weather, I change the weather
Get a nigga knocked off if just cost a feather
Brick on my wrist nigga know I’m better Skoob

(Chorus)
Bitch I’m the shit Bitch looka dis Gotta brick on my wrist Bitch looka dis
Dis a brick yea yea yea yea yea yea yea
Dis a brick yea yea yea yea yea yea yea

Bitch talking shit Big Boy get hit Come through shit gone get lit
Snow ball on your wrist
That’s a brick yea yea yea yea yea yea

AP cost a brick, chain cost a brick, Skoob drink a fifth
Flip gone drop another six, a hunnid thousand for the ice
Reach for my jewelry you might lose your life
Diamonds hittin, I make movies like Spike
Bust down wedding ring, but I have no wife
Bricks on me, brick fair, blocks on me but no Telfair
Ice on me look like Kenmore
Stack, pray, stay away from squares
I to go harder to get some new water
Bro you look like a glacier from Antarctica
Bitch I’m the shit because my bag comes in larger
Box Chevy Flippa never ridin da MARTA

(Chorus)

Bitch I’m the shit Bitch looka dis Gotta brick on my wrist Bitch looka dis
Dis a brick yea yea yea yea yea yea yea
Dis a brick yea yea yea yea yea yea yea
Bitch talking shit, Big Boy get hit, come through shit gone get lit
Snow ball on your wrist
That’s a brick yea yea yea yea yea yea
Damnit That’s a brick yea yea yea yea yea yea yea

Tags AP, Big Boy, Box Chevy Flippa, Licks Go

Lyrics

Famous Dex – Maybach (feat. Rich The Kid)

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Post date March 21, 2017
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[Hook: Rich The Kid & Famous Dex]
I’m in the back of that Maybach
Me and your bitch, we go way back
Ain’t doing no flexing, this straight facts
Me and Young Dexter blow more racks (hold on Rich)
You run up on me, push your shit back
Count up the money, need more stacks
Wait, I do the drugs and I’m healing
Diamonds on me cost a building

[Verse 1: Rich The Kid & Famous Dex]
AP got her skating
Run to the money, we racing
She a freak, swallow children
New foreign cost a building
Don’t trap where you stay, man they come in your building
Bad bitch look a million
She wanna suck on my children
All of this money I’m feeling
Dug in the pussy and make her feel it
Fuck nigga thought I wouldn’t make a milly
Goyard come from K
Foreign bitches in the Wraith
Hold on, she wanna party with Dexter
Sucking dick, I just met her
You run up on me, you get way up
Diamonds my neck, you think I got hiccups, yeah

[Verse 2: Rich The Kid & Famous Dex]
Sipping that syrup, pull up her skirt
Put this money in her purse
This bitch she get on my nerves
Balmains so tight I’ma Jerk
Rich Forever goin’ rich way
They copy the wave, I’m sensei
I just might pull out that Bentley
You got your Rollie off eBay
Finessing your bitch, have a threeway
Hop in that Lamb, have a speed race
Yeah, Rich Forever on the map
Run up on me, blow your back
Molly water
Come to the trap, take your order
I was just broke and rode the MARTA
I pull up Rari but no Charger

Tags AP, MARTA, Rich Forever, Young Dexter

Lyrics

Icewear Vezzo – Angel Wings (feat. Gucci Mane)

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Post date February 14, 2017
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[Hook: Icewear Vezzo]
Angel wings, angel wings
Angel wings, angel wings
I’m so high, bitch I got angel wings
I’m so fly, bitch I got angel wings
Angel wings, angel wings
Angel wings, angel wings
I’m so high, bitch I got angel wings
I’m so fly, bitch I got angel wings

[Verse 1: Icewear Vezzo]
Way up, way up
Nah, nah they wanna cut a deal I ain’t cuttin’ deals, they gon’ run the scrill’
Add us up it’s a 100 mill
Yeah, the first trip I had a 100 mill
Froze it all like water chill
Did it on my own I ain’t want a deal
Fuck the drama, put it on my mama if I wanna kill bitch I’m gonna kill
Catch me up, I won’t take the stand
I’m a real man I’m the son of Millz
Real man, I’m the son of Millz
Pour my sprite up, I like it ice cold
Tryna summer jam until the ice show
Used to have me a Breitlo
Now the daddy glowin’, I’m a lightshow
Louies on not the spikes though
Y’all be sippin’ [?] call it tight rope
Diamonds water, shit I might soak ya
Your bitch pussy deep I need a lifecoast
We gon’ buy it all if the price low
We gon’ ride the pussy if the shit too high
Baby mama said I get too high, light this bitch up once and [?] two times
[?] sip 8 lines
[?] chickens truck we gon’ get you fried
They love to cruise, say we get to live
Got a 100 on me, finna miss two pies

[Bridge: Icewear Vezzo]
Way up, way up
Way up, way up
I’m so fly, I’m so high

[Verse 2: Gucci Mane]
From Zone 6 to 6 Mile [?] crackhead walked six miles
Vezzo got six cars but Gucci got six styles
This a private club, you ain’t worth a milli you can’t get in
I got the molly [?] took half a gram it just kicked in
When I first start sellin’ dope I met this bitch named Angel
Put me on the lick, I kicked the door and said ‘thank ya’
See Guwop’s not a scratch of the [?]
Sold many pints of lean they think I’m Kurt Kobanga
You should pay attention to the ones boy be listenin’ to
AP’s on the both wristes boo
I stepped up my visual
They should make a holiday for the day that they let Gucci free
Fuck a turkey giveaway, Gucci givin’ out bricks way for free
Look at me and look at you, how the fuck could you write a hook for me
Slickest nigga ever lived, they should write a book ’bout me
Gucci just got out the FED’s but now he make a mill a week
Bring me out a currency and motherfuck your sympathy

Tags AP, FED, Kurt Kobanga, turkey

Lyrics

Post Malone – Got diamonds Lyrics

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Post date January 31, 2017
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[Intro: Post Malone]
Yeah, my AP going psycho
Little mama bad like Michael
Can’t really trust nobody
With all this jewelry on you
My roof look like a no show
Got diamonds by the boatload
Come with the Tony homo
For causing all the bozos

[Hook: Post Malone]
Yeah, my AP going psycho
Little mama bad like Michael
Can’t really trust nobody
With all this jewelry on you
My roof look like a no show
Got diamonds by the boatload
Don’t act like you’re my friend
When I’m rolling through my ends so

[Verse 2: Ty Dolla $ign]
Yeah, the AP going psycho
My rollie going brazy
We’re hittin’ like..

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Lyrics

Mally Mall – Where You At (feat. French Montana, 2 Chainz & Iamsu!)

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Post date January 7, 2017
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[Intro]
Mally Mall

[Hook: Mally Mall + (2 Chainz)]
We gettin’ bread by the stacks
Blow a mil, make it back (truuuu)
Pretty boy Floyd with the bag (money)
Where you from? Where you at?
We gettin’ bread by the stacks
Blow a mil, make it back (truuuu)
Pretty boy Floyd with the bag (money)
Where you from? Where you at?

[Verse 1: French Montana]
Rock star, Pink Floyd every night
Get the Floyd money, nigga every night
24k gold on me every night
Blow European toy money every night (skrt)
Blow a mil and I make it back
Catch me in the drop top, ceilin’ back
Niggas throw shots, know we hit ’em back
At the top where we sittin’ at
Me and Mall back to back Wraith
Tell your bitch we got no space
Wavy like a sail boat
Fight night right by the rope
You wanna freestyle? I’m tryna stay free
Shots of Rose for the AP
Watch rocked up, gon’ climb on it
Blew 100 then I blew another 5 on it

[Verse 2: IAmSu!]
A heartbreaking gangster
Paid for mobster
I promise to never take her for steak and lobster
Baby I’m a player, gotta take precaution
I take dates with options on a flight to Boston
And every flight first class
Hit JR, get a front pass
And at the top it’s just us now
Mally plugged me on the Rollie, it’s a bust down (clean)
In the Ritz like anywhere I touch down
Hoes used to diss us and they tryna fuck now
She in love with the high, not the come down
Party out in Vegas, let me take you to the compound
My life is a movie and I do my own stunts now
It’s flood Uzi and every bar is like (?)
And the smoke got my eyes on kung-pao
Did it for the Bay, got the world goin’ dumb now

Tags AP, French Montana, Mally Mall, Pink Floyd

Lyrics

Lil Durk – Too Late

[Intro: Lil Durk]
Gang!
Yeah
2 times, 2 times!

[Hook: Lil Durk]
Purple water, pour up that berry that’s blue ring
Diamond water Tity Boi 2 times, that’s like 4 chains
Boss shit, I fucked yo’ baby mama in Mulsanne
Fashion week, fashion week, you should peep my shoe game
Hoes wanna fuck ’cause the fame, Ay! Ay!
I think I wear more Yeezys than North West and Kim K
Private jet, fuck a key I tell the clip boys that I’m late
.40 on me, if you reading this message you too late

[Verse 1: Lil Durk]
The streets left me hangin’ with some niggas I can eat with
Ridin’ through with Chicago with some boys on some street shit
Fuck a lot niggas’ hoes ’cause I’m on some me shit
Do a hit, don’t go by for yo’ mans, he know he hit
Real lean, you a fool you thinkin’ I drink hit
Pull up on yo’ bitch i8 drop I might hit the swift
Dab on ’em, AP in the trap I might jab on ’em
AP, I know them well I spend a couple thou on them
3 pills, they don’t mean shit don’t put no time in it
I ain’t talkin’ college with these dudes, I put like 5 in it
5 for the glasses, pussy niggas I see 5 men
Slide with me, crippin’ with homie free the guys nigga
2 shots from this Smith & why they trippin’
2 shots from this henny I can feel it
We come for niggas yeah we know the business
Rob me pussy niggas what’s the endin’, like
I stunt, gotta open trunk to the edges
I bust, get up close to me and see that .50
Like I must, get a 100 M’s before I’m 50
Like pie crust, sip so much lean that I broke my kidneys

[Verse 2: Lil Durk]
MAC is on me, niggas so do the Macarena, ay!
Two seater, me and my main fuck I eat her, ay!
Cool nigga, a pair of yeezys some Adidas, ay!
15 thousand, go up to 20 for a feature, ay!
2 pints, I was overseas gettin’ it too high
Too fly, I can get a mansion up in Dubai
Drive by, only one I land up in the Chi
Feds on me, and these niggas prayin’ I get 10 lives
Opps cats, and I know for sure they ain’t got 10 lives
Catch ’em down (?) tell a pussy nigga bye bye
Street nigga, way before Pac I was thug life
Got up, it fell down twice I was drugged twice
K snitch, bitch I’m gang gang hoe I can’t switch
Grey hits, I ain’t talkin’ music bitch I’m Ape shit
Fake shit, only come around ’cause we stay lit
Take shit, call Fat Boy Chubbs we gon’ tape shit
Man down, bitch my city lit, we don’t play ’round
Beefin’ with my boys, tell them pussy niggas stand down
Choppas mad rugers good night heard that gun sound
Gonna shoot a nigga in his shit watch the gun show

Tags AP, Fat Boy Chubbs, North West, Tity Boi

Lyrics

Lil Durk – Too Late Lyrics

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Post date November 28, 2016
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[Intro: Lil Durk]
Gang!
Yeah
2 times, 2 times!

[Hook: Lil Durk]
Purple water, pour up that berry that’s blue ring
Diamond water Tity Boi 2 times, that’s like 4 chains
Boss shit, I fucked yo’ baby mama in Mulsanne
Fashion (?) fashion week, you should peep my shoe game
Hoes wanna fuck ’cause the fame, Ay! Ay!
I think I wear more Yeezys than North West and Kim K
Private jet, fuck a key I tell the clip boys that I’m late
.40 on me, if you reading this message you too late

[Verse 1: Lil Durk]
The streets left me hangin’ with niggas I can eat with
Ridin’ through with Chicago with some boys on some street shit
Fuck a lot niggas’ hoes ’cause I’m on some me shit
Do a hit, don’t go by for yo’ mans, he know he hit
(?), you a fool you thinkin’ I drink hit
Pull up on yo’ bitch i8 drop I might hit the swift
Dab on ’em, AP in the trap I might jab on ’em
AP, I know them well I spend a couple thou on them
3 pills, they don’t mean shit don’t put no time in it
I ain’t talkin’ college with these dudes, I put like 5 in it
5 for glasses, pussy niggas I see 5 men
Slide with me, crippin’ with homie free the guys nigga
2 times for (?) that’s they trippin’
2 times from this henny I can feel it
We come for niggas yeah we know the business
Rob me pussy niggas was the endin’, like
I stunt, gotta open trunk to the edges
I bust, get up close to me and see that .50
Like I must, get a 100 M’s before I’m 50
Like pie crust, sip so much lean that I broke my kidneys

[Verse 2: Lil Durk]
MAC is on me, niggas so doo-doo MAC go in the (?), ay!
Two seater, me and my main fuck I eat her, ay!
Cool nigga, a pair of yeezys some Adidas, ay!
15 thousand, go up to 20 for a feature, ay!
2 pints, I was underseas gettin’ it too high
Too fly, I can get a mansion up in Dubai
Drive by, only one I land up in the Chi
Feds on me, and these niggas prayin’ I get 10 lives
Opps cast, and I know for sure they ain’t got 10 lives
Catch ’em down (?) tell a pussy nigga bye bye
Street nigga, way before Pac I was thug life
Got up, it fell down twice I was drugged twice
K snitch, bitch I’m gang gang hoe I can’t switch
Grey hits, I ain’t talkin’ music bitch I’m Ape shit
Fake shit, only come around ’cause we stay lit
Take shit, call a (?) we gon’ tape shit
Man down, bitch my city lit, we don’t play ’round
Beefin’ with my boys, tell them pussy niggas stand down
Choppas mad rugers good night heard that gun sound
Gonna shoot a nigga and the shit watch the gun sound

Tags AP, MAC, North West, Tity Boi

Lyrics

Future – Rich $ex

I got my diamonds on
You got your diamonds on
Watches on watches
I looked at her and I said, "Beautiful"
Baby let’s go have rich sex
Baby let’s go have rich sex
Make a little love on the rich sex
Rich sex, bitch

Baby let’s go and have rich sex
Make a little love on the rich sex
Baby let’s go and have rich sex
Baby girl, let’s have some rich sex
I’ma keep my AP on while I do it
We can keep an AP on while we do it
You can keep your Rollie on when I get to it
You can keep your Rollie on when I get to it
When you look down, see my chains on
When you look down, see my chains on
When you’re ridin’ on me, see my chains on
When you’re ridin’ on me, keep my chains on (VVS)
Baby we can go and have rich sex
Baby girl, go and have rich sex
You ain’t ever ever had rich sex
You ain’t ever ever had rich sex

Never made love to a misfit
You never made love to a misfit
Come and kick a deal on some rich shit
I’ma keep it pimpin’ on some rich shit
We can do the show on the jet lift
Fuckin’ in the air on the jet, bitch
We can do the [?] over Vegas
Hundred thousand dollars for a watch, count fetti
Kiss on a nigga with his chains on, glistenin’
Fuck so good, got both of us dizzy
Do it lowkey, profile, get busy
Do it lowkey, profile, get busy
Got the Audemars Piguet on fleek
Got my number one freak in the sheets
And all she want is the D
And for me to keep this ice on me

Let’s stop for a while, have recess
Let’s stop for a while, have recess
Let’s kiss for a while, have recess
Let’s touch for a while, have recess
Do it for a while like a replay
Let me see you wind that ass up like a DJ
Run that back like a DJ
I know you see this big face
Chandelier froze for a bad one
Come and kick game in your ear while I smash you
And I keep them thangs in my ear while I’m smashin’
And I catch you hot like the flame and the passion
And I got the flash on deck, no battery
And I have some Tom Fords on while you suckin’ me
Cuban link hang off my neck, to your neck from my neck
To my watch and my chain [?]

Tags AP, Audemars Piguet, DJ, Tom Fords