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2 Chainz – Day Party (Hibachi For Lunch Album) letras

[Intro]
Yeah, day party at my crib, you invited
Day party at my crib, bring a lighter
Don’t be going out by the deep-end if you can’t swim
Ain’t no lifeguard, yeah, I’m a trife God
Yeah, I’m a trench guard, yeah, hit up this park

[Hook]
Yeah, you gon’ need work, yeah, you gon’ leave work
Yeah, you gon’ need work, yeah, you gon’ leave work
Yeah, I’m in and out of the ville, yeah, I got a profit to get
I get to licking around, I get to pointing at bitches
You, you, you, you, you, you, you, what?
You, you, you, you, you, you, you, yeah
Day party at my crib, you invited
Day party at my crib, bring a lighter

[Verse]
BBQ, no key cools, no cheap shoes
Good sea food, good beach food
Should teach schools shit been cooped
Could thief jewel, unequal, illegal
I go to Gucci to mingle
Got ’em hot nose like a single
I make a left, hit the blinker
Hublot or the AP, both of ’em cost 80 piece
Mealtime, y’all can barely eat
I’m wired up, I can barely sleep
Told y’all niggas, most y’all niggas, showed y’all niggas
Coach y’all niggas, broke y’all niggas, smoked y’all niggas
Choked y’all niggas, poked y’all women
Had them chickens covered like Tabasco
Bales of weed down the street from the pasture
Got a garage filled up with Caspers
Me and my scale live happily ever after

[Hook]
Yeah, you gon’ need work, yeah, you gon’ leave work
Yeah, you gon’ need work, yeah, you gon’ leave work
Yeah, I’m in and out of the ville, yeah, I got a profit to get
I get to licking around, I get to pointing at bitches
You, you, you, you, you, you, you, what?
You, you, you, you, you, you, you, yeah
Day party at my crib, you invited
Day party at my crib, bring a lighter

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Kaleb Mitchell – 18 letras

[Verse 1]
10 years in, how you tryna lil’ bro me?
I ain’t [?] the one, but I ain’t the one and only
[?], with the molasses
You pose for the ‘gram, I’m tryna compose classics
They be in the mall tryna get a girl number
I be in the studio tryna kill ’em all Summer
We are not the same, I’m a different type of animal
I been up for days, gotta bunch of [?] stamina
I don’t need the Mary, I’m already elevated
Dressin’ like a thug but I’m hella educated
Readin’ at a college level in the fifth grade
Coulda went AP, well, um, hey
What you’re lookin’ at is young David in the flesh
They done messed around and let me get up off the bench
They thinkin’ it’s a given that Goliath gon’ be winnin’
But I ain’t lettin’ up, this is full court press

[Hook]
I ain’t goin’ back now
I done came too far to back down
I ain’t goin’ back now
I done came too far to back down, yeah

[Verse 2]
[?] and poetry, the potent production
I was the one that they said would be nothin’
I was the one that they said would be nothin’
I’ma be greater, it ain’t up for discussion
Pockets is empty, I’m feelin’ the hunger
I think it’s time that I run up the numbers
This ain’t a game, this as real as it gets
If I do it I’ma be the best, ya
I’ma buy my momma a house
I don’t care what none of you say
Everything I want I’ma have
I won’t let ’em get in the way
I remember when I used to hit you up
And I would never get replies
Got it poppin’, now you really friendly with me
Dawg, I see through the disguise

[Hook]
I ain’t goin’ back now
I done came too far to back down
I ain’t goin’ back now
I done came too far to back down, yeah

[Verse 3]
I been overlooked and underestimated for too long
I’m the rapper that your favorite rapper probably stealin’ from
Teachers said I would be nothin’
Hmm, I bet I prove her wrong
Don’t be mad because your children know the words to every song
Everyboy lookin’ thirsty, they do anything for likes
Take a selfie, all a sudden you a model overnight
I don’t care about what’s trending, I don’t feed into the hype
Man, I think it’s ’bout that time to bring the BS to the light
Used to hang my head low, now I’m pokin’ out my chest
I don’t really do this often, please excuse me while I flex
Back in 1998, momma gave birth to a legend
Told ’em that I gotta get it, now I came back for my seconds
I’m tired of sparin’ they feelings, it’s waste of my energy
They callin’ me fam, but really ain’t none of ’em kin to me
I don’t trust anybody, man, I don’t know your intentions
No, you cannot get a retweet, a like, not even a mention
Get out my face

[Outro]
This the part where I just hit the kill switch
I got hella problems that I’m tryna deal with
If you feel offended, sorry for the realness
Spit it so hard that an amputee can feel this
18, guess it’s time to become the man now
You can stay seated homie, I’ma stand out
Live and direct from the 973
This ain’t rappin’ this committin’
Homicide over beats, call 911!
I don’t plan on stoppin’ no time soon
Everybody claimin’ that they got the wave
But what’s a wave to a freakin’ typhoon?
They say when you independent you end up burnin’ all your pennies the harder way
Somebody tell these jokers that I didn’t come this far to go sign it all away

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Jerreau – Champagne (Ohh Baby) (Never How You Plan Album) letras

[Intro: Jerreau]

Yea
That’s just the shit that we do
Just the shit that we do
Is you wit it, is you wit it or not?
Uh
Probably not
[Verse 1: Jerreau]

One of my niggas got Beamer
Damn, all of my niggas Benz
I still need me a new Beamer, E30 stunt wit my friends
Let it all work out I’m a flex, I ain’t been in no body’s gym
I live and work in myspace
When you gon come out and play? What neighborhood kids say
You should see where I stay
You should come to LA
She need to see how I live, you should just pull up and chill
Really be keeping it real
Best secret, I never tell
I need to make me some dough
Pay me for all my ideas, to the order of Bankreau
That MF, with the shits – he really is (un)
Art on my walls
I need work on call
Need you to tell me you love me and show and all
I need consenting adults, who’s up when I call
Who know why I called and down for the cause (uh)
I know you know why I called
Need cause on my walls, floating stair cases and all
In door, out door living space – floor to ceiling windows
Need private estates. My very own Xscape (escape)
Sing to me ‘who can I run to’ tell me it be ok (un)
Stack for a Wraith, save for a rainy day
But that’s far and few between, now that I’m out in LA
Look, this shit is Summer league, I need bottles to pop
I need curfew, I never make it home before dark

[Hook: Jerreau]

We’ll buy champagne just to pop on the porch
We’ll buy champagne just to chill on the stump
Yup, that’s just the shit that we do
Yup, that’s just the shit that we do
Turn radio off, but we still gone pop
Champagne bottles, yea we still gone pop
Is you wit it or not?
Is you wit, is you wit it, or not?

[Verse 2: Jerreau]

Nah, we don’t go out like we did before
We take the music, women and drinks, where ever we go
AirBnb a house, check cell phones at the doe’
Cause they can’t live in the moment, shit you know how that go
They be textin’ me and shit but we don’t kick it no mo’
You never know who she really is ’till you say no
Younce like, I ain’t never said yes
Janet, that’s just the way love goes
Yo
Got groupies in a Uber lapped up, they can get it too
Her friends don’t even know that I rap, they just think I’m cool
Cool, till they start blockin’ on you
She sober, and an adult, shit let her choose
One won’t do, two is not enough
Win by two, that’s old school (un)
This new school, like when your family moved (un)
I had her at the crib like after school
Then she came first like after you (un)
Ended up at 1Oak after Avenue
I came a long way from Livingston Avenue
Music ain’t the half that I do
I do the math then go in half with you
Yea, look
Can’t wait on no nigga, that’s how you get left behind
Why wait? When you the one that gave these niggas a ride
Fully loaded AP, it’s almost that time
Runnin’ for Rolex president, take time
I look around at all these women, think it’ll be fine
I left the crib, moved west
Three hours behind, till ahead of you niggas
Some days I don’t want to rhyme
Damn, I got to get what’s mine
I don’t my niggas, there’s some shit that you just got to do
And I did some shit that I ain’t want to do
About to link up with my niggas how I always do
Get vittles, tear the block up and get respect – ain’t much to do

[Hook: Jerreau]

We’ll buy champagne just to pop on the porch
We’ll buy champagne just to chill on the stump
Yup, that’s just the shit that we do
Yup, that’s just the shit that we do
Turn radio off, but we still gone pop
Champagne bottles, yea we still gone pop
Is you wit it or not?
Is you wit, is you wit it, or not?

[Verse 3: Jerreau]

Crew with your mouth closed, they will steal your food
They will take your culture, then sale it right back to you
Then shoot you
You got to pay funeral cost too
I’m brawny and brute and I stand 7’2
How I ball, there’s no substitute
Student and the teacher too
Never How You Plan, just the shit that we do

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OG Maco – Talk Too Much

[Hook: OG Maco]
All these hoes talk too much
Baby, you be silent
Baby, are you ridin’?
Tell a nigga if you slidin’
Cause all these hoes talk too much
Baby, you be silent
Baby, you alright?
Tell a nigga if you slidin’

[Verse 1: OG Maco]
All these hoes talk too much
All these hoes act too much
Switchin’ up, switchin up, hey
Switchin’ up, switchin up, hey
She eat on that pussy like cake
She eat on that pussy like cake
(?) up like it’s hey
(?) up like it’s hey
(?)
(?)
Switchin’ up, switchin up, hey
Switchin’ up, switchin up, hey
I fucked your past hoes
Servin’ her right up
She be like ayo, sippin’ that kale
I’m talkin’ bands hoe
Shakin’ and rattle
I’m talkin’ bands hoe
Shakin’ and rattle
She be like ayo, sippin’ that kale
[Hook: OG Maco]
All these hoes talk too much
Baby, you be silent
Baby, are you ridin’?
Tell a nigga if you slidin’
Cause all these hoes talk too much
Baby, you be silent
Baby, you alright?
Tell a nigga if you slidin’

[Verse 2: Lil Yachty]
Why you always talk too much?
If you listen then you learn
Niggas only get what they earn
Keep on talkin’, we gon’ put you in an urn
All my bitches burn, no longer concern
Whoa whoa whoa
You been watchin’ way too much
You been watchin’ way too much
You been watchin’ way too much
You niggas can’t break me
Next check I just might cop an AP
Lil Boat!
Lil Boat!

[Interlude: OG Maco]
I’m in the way
I’m in the way

[Hook: OG Maco]
All these hoes talk too much
Baby, you be silent
Baby, are you ridin’?
Tell a nigga if you slidin’
Cause all these hoes talk too much
Baby, you be silent
Baby, you alright?
Tell a nigga if you slidin’

[Outro: OG Maco]
Finna get a job
Baby, we can spend it all
Finna get a job
Baby, we can spend it all
Can’t remember much
Baby, we gon’ fuckin’ ball
I don’t fuck with that
Baby, I don’t fuck with that
I don’t fuck with that
Baby, I don’t fuck with that
I just fuck with baby
Cause she got my back
I just fuck with baby
Cause she got my back
Aye
Aye

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

[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

[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 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

[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?