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2 Chainz – 4 Am (feat. Travis Scott) (On The Tonight Show) (Live)

[Intro: 2 Chainz]
Yeah, yeah, yeah
M-M-M-Murda
Yeah, yeah
Damn right, bro

[Verse 1: 2 Chainz]
4 AM, I’m just gettin’ started
For my birthday I threw me a surprise party
Reminiscin’ ’bout the trap, playin’ the first Carter
My life changed when I had my first daughter
Got my first quarter flippin’ fifty-dollar slabs
Your nigga’s lookin’ at the bills, askin’ you for half
Cut from a different cloth, take pride in results
Anytime she wanna dip I’m providin’ the sauce
You on side of the boss, so you kind of the boss
You keep playin’ with me, I end up signing your boss
Drop an EP on a nigga for the free-free on a nigga
Yeah you ZZ on a nigga, king like BB on you niggas
Rock with Champagne P
If it wasn’t for the struggle then I wouldn’t be me
Call me Deuce or Dos, anything but broke
Got my aim from the scope, got the game by the throat, damn!

[Chorus: Travis Scott]
Okay, you popped up on me by surprise (yeah, yeah)
You see I never took you for the poppin’ type (straight up)
Damn, it’s 4 AM so please believe the hype (it’s lit)
Hit the lights (yeah), I’m way over top
Pop it, flick it
Drop a pin, send a location (skrrt, skrrt)
I’ma pull up in that bullet-coupe spaceship (skrrt, skrrt)
Drop off a bag of some dangerous (yeah)
I’ma hit you, 4 AM, see if you make it (yeah)

[Verse 2: 2 Chainz]
I dropped ColleGrove out the sky, ooh
In a group with the best rapper that’s alive, ooh
Never turn my back on my slime, ooh
I ain’t wanna fuck the bitch but she was fine, ooh
Hold up baby, let me take my time, ooh
Hard to get some head and try to drive, ooh
Jumpin’ out the cake and that’s surprisin’, ooh
Pickin’ up the duffel bag like exercisin’, ooh
Bought mama new house ’cause she deserve it, ooh
Practice makes perfect but nobody’s perfect, ooh
Escobar is not open for service, ooh
Send you to Dr. Miami for your surgery, ooh

[Chorus: Travis Scott]
Okay, you popped up on me by surprise (yeah, yeah)
You see I never took you for the poppin’ type (straight up)
Damn, it’s 4 AM so please believe the hype (it’s lit)
Hit the lights (yeah), I’m way over top
Pop it, flick it
Drop a pin, send a location (skrrt, skrrt)
I’ma pull up in that bulet-coupe spaceship (skrrt, skrrt)
Drop off a bag of some dangerous (yeah)
I’ma hit you, 4 AM, see if you make it (yeah)

[Verse 3: 2 Chainz & Travis Scott]
Ooh, Riccardo Tisci on the crewneck
Ooh, On a killin’ rapper spree and nigga, you next
Ooh, they talkin’, chillin’, watchin’ Netflix (straight up)
Ooh, I used to trap and watch bootlegs
Ooh, I’m on my wave like a durag
Ooh, I see your boo, now where your crew at?
Ooh, talkin’ tequila for the pipe-up
Ooh, I hope you got a clean vagina, yeah
Drench god, drench god, really
Representin’, we the squad, really (oh, yeah)
Tec got the Rollie, now I get it
I used to sell drugs for a living
Got me a job sellin’ records
Had to use my jeweler for a reference
Might buy a charm with the extras
Might use her legs for a necklace

[Chorus: Travis Scott]
Okay, you popped up on me by surprise (yeah, yeah)
You see I never took you for the poppin’ type (straight up)
Damn, it’s 4 AM so please believe the hype (it’s lit)
Hit the lights (yeah), I’m way over top
Pop it, flick it
Drop a pin, send location (skrrt, skrrt)
I’ma pull up in that bullet-coupe spaceship (skrrt, skrrt)
Drop off a bag of some dangerous (yeah)
I’ma hit you, 4 AM, see if you make it (yeah)

[Outro]
Don’t stop trappin’, boy
Got ’bout twelve racks this mornin’
Got ’bout twelve racks
Started last night, still goin’
Twelve racks strong
Got the pitbull in the corner, she pregnant
Got the crackhead in the corner, she pregnant
Everybody in here pregnant, ‘cept my partner and them
But we gettin’ this money though, I’m tellin’ you that

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MO – BB lyrics

Below are the complete “BB” lyrics by MO displayed. These lyrics were added one hour ago.

BB lyrics

[Intro]
Riot gal!
Hey

[Verse 1]
Who’s your lover with nothing to hide?
Don’t like me, a sinner in disguise
I wrote love songs about you long before
I even met you, now here I am at your door

[Pre-Chorus]
‘Cause all the time
I’m thinking ’bout all the things we had
Oh, but baby, I’ll be fine
Some things are better left behind

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[Chorus]
Baby, I will always
I will always love you
Baby, I will always
Be your riot gal
Even though you don’t want me to

[Verse 2]
All I ever wanted was to keep you, baby
Let me stay with you one last night and I’ll promise you that I’ll
I’ll go for a swim with my sisters and sisters
And I’ll be better for a while
(Better)

[Pre-Chorus]
‘Cause all the time
I’m thinking ’bout all the things we had
Oh, but as time goes by
Some things are much better left behind

[Chorus]
Baby, I will always
I will always love you
Baby, I will always
Be your riot gal
Even though you don’t want me to
Baby, I will always
I will always love you
Baby, I will always
Be in love with you
Even though you don’t want me to

[Bridge]
(Riot gal!)
(Hey!)
(Riot gal!)
(Hey! Hey, hey!)
All the time
I’m thinking ’bout all the things we had
Oh, but, baby, I’ll be fine
Some things are much better left behind

[Chorus]
Baby, I will always
I will always love you
Baby, I will always
Be your riot gal
Even though you don’t want me to
Baby, I will always
I will always love you
Baby, I will always
Be in love with you
Even though you don’t want me to

[Outro]
Now your eyes look strange
And the sky looks strange
Even the streets look strange
And these times in life, oh
They never really change, no

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Kodak Black – No Flockin 2 (Bodak Orange)

[Intro]
Haters so sad
KKK, KKK

[Verse]
Young nigga I got new money, I got new hunnids
I got old cap, pink 50’s and I got blue hunnids
Toolie go to thumpin’ jump out bustin’
Foolies go to runnin’
Boy don’t play with me, ion’t play with kids
Better go to school or somethin’
Boy don’t play with me, ion’t play with kids
And nigga I shoot for fun
Money moves, these bloody shoes
I’m trippin’ Christian Louboutin
Excuse me son, I beg your pardon
Get from round me, smoke a flock
This is draco, this a baby choppa
I’ve been so angry docta’
Drop 8 ounces in my baby bottle, baby bottle pop
I don’t Nae Nae, I don’t milly rock
Baby I just Kodak Bop, I do no flock
I don’t really do no feature, nigga I don’t need no swap
I don’t eat no broccoli, no mo’ ’cause doc I smoked a canteloupe
I’m smoking KK, you smoke BB
I shot Dae Dae with a BB
I’m spazzin’ on their asses fast so much got muscle spasms
My haters proud of me, ’cause obviously I’m who they tryin’ to be
Make it so damn hard to copy they still try to copy me
Mouth full of gold since 10 years old I hit a lick up top for these
Everybody watchin me, jockin’ my flows
Catch ’em out there went and dropped diamond teeth
If they ain’t permanent pull ’em out your teeth
Hop out with Shotgun Pete
Hoppin’ up out the Jeep
Hoppin’ out, hop, hoppin’ out with the heat
Pimpin’ bitches, I be trickin’ freaks
Tricked them for the treat
And I keep a mask on like it’s Halloween
Er’yday Halloween, C’est La Vie
Nigga, what you say about me?
You ain’t even in my league
Can’t let you intervene
This orange codeine right here, that’s yellow lean
Definitely, I can do the beat again and again
Right now, if I please
Cheddar please, I’m ’bout my chedda’ cheese
Give my chedda’ please
‘Specially, I got the melody
I got the recipe
I hop out every scene, I caught no felonies
Fuck a nigga mean?
My bitches yellow
But oranges be fittin’ me better, she sweeter than tangerine
Glock 23, came with a drum every gun I got a tambourine
Orange Balenciaga
I’m so unique, but my swagger mean
Arms Balenciaga
Nigga, you can’t tell if that is me
I just got these bands for free
Poking one as I cut my sleeve
Baby, that’s make believe
Maybe that’s made with lean
She said, maybe that’s Maybelline
Baby, that’s made with lean
Tramp do you want a lil’ trampoline
I be concrete in these skreets
Poke on one, I cut my sleeve
Baby, that make believe
Maybe, that’s made with lean
She say, maybe that’s Maybelline
Orange soda, that’s my favorite drink
That my favorite lean
Orange soda, that my favorite drink
That my favorite lean
Orange soda, orange everything, orange everything
Bodak Orange, Kodak anything
Orange everything
Woo, glee

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No flockin 2 – Kodak Black lyrics

Lyrics Kodak Black – No flockin 2

Young nigga I got new money, I got new hunnid
I got old cap, pink 50’s and I got blue hunnid
Toolie go to thumpin’ jump out bustin’
Foolies go to runnin’
Boy don’t play with me, ion’t play with kids
Better go to school or somethin’
Boy don’t play with me, ion’t play with kids
And nigga I shoot for fun
Money moves, these bloody shoes
I’m trippin’ Christian Louboutin
Excuse me son, I beg your pardon
Get from round me, smoke a flock
This is draco, this a baby choppa
I’ve been so angry docta’
Drop 8 ounces in my baby bottle, baby bottle pop
I don’t Nae Nae, I don’t milly rock
Baby I just Kodak Bop, I do no flockin 2
I don’t really do no feature, nigga I don’t need no swap
I don’t eat no broccoli, no mo’ ’cause doc I smoked a canteloupe
I’m smoking KK, you smoke BB
I shot Dae Dae with a BB
I’m spazzin’ on their asses fast so much got muscle spasms
My haters proud of me, ’cause obviously I’m who they tryin’ to be
Make it so damn hard to copy they still try to copy me
Mouth full of gold since 10 years old I hit the nigga up top for me
Everybody watchin me, jockin’ my flows
Catch ’em out there went and dropped diamond teeth
If they ain’t permanent pull ’em out your teeth
Hop out with Shotgun Pete
Hoppin’ up out the jeep
Hoppin’ out, hop, hoppin’ out with the heat
Pimpin’ bitches, I be trickin’ freaks
Tricked them for the treat
And I get a mask on like it’s Halloween
Er’yday Halloween, C’est La Vie
Nigga, what you say about me?
You ain’t even in my league
Can’t let you intervene
This orange codeine right here, that’s yellow lean
Definitely, I can do the beat again and again
Right now, if I please
Cheddar please, I’m ’bout my chedda’ cheese
Give my chedda’ please
‘Specially, I got the melody
I got the recipe
I hop out every scene, I caught no felonies
F**k a nigga mean?

My b*tches yellow
But oranges be fittin’ me better, she sweeter than tangerine
Got 23, came with a drawn heavy gun cocked like I got a tambourine
Arms Balenciaga versuri-lyrics.info
I’m so unique, but my swagger mean
Arms Balenciaga
Nigga, you can’t tell if that is me
I just got these bands for free
Poking one as I cut my sleeve
Baby, that’s make believe
Maybe that’s made with lean
She said, maybe that’s Maybelline
Baby, that’s made with lean
Tramp do you want a lil’ trampoline
I be concrete in these skreets
Poke on one, I cut my sleeve
Baby, that make believe
Maybe, that’s made with lean
She say, maybe that’s Maybelline
Orange soda, that’s my favorite drink
That my favorite lean
Orange soda, that my favorite drink
That my favorite lean
Orange soda, orange everything, orange everything
Boi that’s orange, Kodak anything
Orange everything
Glee, gleee.(no flockin 2)
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Kodak Black – Up Late Lyrics

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

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

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

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

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

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

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JAY-Z – Blue’s Freestyle lyrics

Everything everything this my only single thing
Everything I hear is my answer
And if you think I say, then ?
I never hear that, I be in the posse
Never seen a ceiling in my whole life
Everything I seen, everything is rotten
Never sit in silence ? Carter
Innocent we seek them
I and say we see them
?

Boom shakalaka
Boom shakalaka
Boom shakalaka
Boom shakalaka
Everything in shaka
Everything in faka
Everything in shaka
Everything in faka

[Verse 1: Jay Z]
I got bloodlines in Benin, that explains the voodoo
Got poison in my pen, thank god for Lulu
And thank the heavens for BB, her Creole roots run deeply
I’m crazy, you ever leave me I might have to put an egregious
Spell for us to stay together
Facelessness
Maison Margiela embracing

[Hook: Jay Z]
Cause we family
We we we family

[Verse 2: Jay Z]
Cause more than ever we gon’ have to stick together, feel me?
More than ever my niggas gon’ have to stick together, feel me?
Already ahead of your end, in the foreign bumping Fela, feel me?
Was out in Havana when that had that banned forever, feel me?
Fucking bagos, I’m a narco
Colombian ties, shout out to Dapo
OG Juan also

[Hook: Jay Z]
Cause we family
We we we family

[Verse 3: Jay Z]
Feel me?
All the fellas from the favelas round me, feel me?
Lagos, all the bodies around me, feel me?
Bismillah, all the gods around me
Mexicanos ain’t building fucking walls around me

[Hook: Jay Z]
Cause we family
We we we family

[Verse 4: Jay Z]
I feel like Ali
Viet Cong never done shit to me, feel me?
More worried about Trump than anyone overseas, feel me?
I’m out in the art clubs in London sipping tea, feel me?
I’m out in Michelangelos in FTs

[Hook: Jay Z]
Cause we family
We we we family, feel me?

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Pink Guy – Furr (Pink Season Album)

[Intro]
Man, don’t you hate when you’re all like
“Man, I wanna kill some rats”
And then the, the bitch-ass animal company is like
“No”
So, what now?

[Hook]
PETA on my dick
PETA, PETA on my dick
PETA on my dick
PETA, PETA on my dick
PETA on my dick
PETA, PETA on my dick
PETA on my dick
PETA, PETA on my dick (Ooh!)

[Verse]
I’ve been shooting dogs with BB guns since I was five
If you want to witness, you can come and see me live (Ooh!)
I be trapping cats in AC units all the time
Let them freeze, baby
Give the mice a head start, please, baby
PETA trynna take away the fun life
They always sending people to my condo
Like, "Who you is, and how you getting all this mammal fur?"
I tell them, go ahead, and check-a check that bank roll
I got a camel-fur coat, gator-skin duffel bag
Chinese labrador rug price tags
Sea turtle shell, money clip, hella tablerags
And handkerchief straight out of the African wild
Yeah, I don’t give a fuck about the dolphins on my back
Man, I know a guy, who knows a guy, I get it like that
With a polar bear ceiling fan cooling down my back
And a kangaroo pouch to hold my diamonds and rags
I sewed a bunch of rats to a quilt
All this fur got me feeling like Cruella de Vil
I’ve been lurking on my neighbor’s dalmatians for weeks, man
If you trying to split the profit, call my pager for deets
They try to shut me down, that’s a no, no
They all trying to hit me with the low blows
But I never pay attention, I just pay in cash
If you trying to ask some questions, man, get off my fucking ass, uh

[Hook]
PETA on my dick
PETA, PETA on my dick
PETA on my dick
PETA, PETA on my dick
PETA on my dick
PETA, PETA on my dick
PETA on my dick
PETA, PETA on my dick (Ooh!)

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Baby E. – Bando Lyrics

(Yeah, uh-huh)
(Yeah-eh)

[Hook: Baby E.]
I’ve been trappin out the bando
Chillin’ with my grandma
Grew up down in Florida
Raised me in the end though
Say they raised me in the end though, yeah

[Verse: Baby E.]
Shout out to my day-ones
And the place I came from
Living in the hills now
Used to be a trailer
Me and all my homies
We done came a long way
Copper catchin’ cases just for tryna steal bologna
Maybe he the prodigy
AKA the greatest
Fuck ’em if he hate
I’m the peoples’ favorite
Had to take the negative
Turn into a positive
Now I’m doing everything they probably thought I never could, yeah

[Verse: Lil Wayne]
Nothing’s ever easy (no)
Was on the outside looking in with a squeejee (oh)
Then I got the game from, [?] BG (woah)
I went from wearing C-Z’s to yellow bling-bling
Lord I remember when the birds was just tweeting
Moses wearing BB, not BC-BG
Lord I remember when these hoes was not so freaky
Yes I remember when these hoes was being cheeky
But now they tweakin’ for a nigga, I’m a rockstar
I like my red carpet redder than my eyeballs
She got that pep in her step, I knock her socks off
And to the left, to the left, like the south pole
And I keep dozing off, [?] the codeine
She said I need to stop, bitch, guess who I don’t need
The trap head cost me a duffel bag of hundreds
It’s my way or the highway, and I see traffic coming (skrr)
And my homies got more white than abercrombie
So baby knock yourself out she started shadowboxing
And my homies wear all black, act like they got that
And these hoes act like they topics, bitch we talk ’bout profits

[Hook: Baby E.]
I’ve been trappin out the bando
Chillin’ with my grandma
Grew up down in Florida
Raised me in the end though
Say they raised me in the end though, yeah

[Verse: Hoody Baby]
Bitch, I’m the man
Bitches used to call me manage
With that white girl, this a pair, vanish
Sell a whole thing for 32 like magic
Pull up with the plug, bitches think I speak Spanish
I remember back when a nigga never had shit
Just a bad bitch, 3 pounds, and a mattress
She ran off with the work, so it’s like I never had shit
I can’t even lie, I could have killed that bitch
Had to make a trap, she want the money or the hoes, my nigga
Coke prices up and down like gold, my nigga
Rockin’ shows, my nigga
Rockin’ O’s, my nigga
In the Double-R on this rocky road, my nigga

[Hook: Baby E.]
Trappin out the bando (Young Moolah, baby!)
Chillin’ with my grandma
Grew up down in Florida
Raised me in the end though
Say they raised me in the end though, yeah

[Verse: Baby E.]
Shout out to my day-ones
And the place I came from
Living in the hills now
Used to be a trailer
Me and all my homies
We done came a long way
Copper catchin’ cases just for tryna steal bologna

[Hook: Baby E.]
Trappin out the bando
Chillin’ with my grandma
Grew up down in Florida
Raised me in the end though
Say they raised me in the end though, yeah

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Kodak Black – Hollyhood (Institution Mixtape) letras

[Hook]
Fuck the industry, I’m in the streets
I ain’t never been to Hollywood
I’m not Hollywood, I’m Hollyhood
I don’t wanna go to Hollywood

[Verse 1]
I got kicked out of elementary
Started rapping, making melodies
Listening to beats on my MP3
Now my video on MTV
I got the BB gun in my lap
Brought the BB gun in my class
Call my momma and she sounded mad
Shit when I get home, she gon’ whoop my ass
I just dropped me off for 50 packs
I’m the youngest nigga in the trap
I’m the youngest nigga with that sack
Fuck your plug, I got that sack
[Hook]
Fuck the industry, I’m in the streets
I ain’t never been to Hollywood
I’m not Hollywood, I’m Hollyhood
I don’t wanna go to Hollywood

[Verse 2]
I should have been a president
Young nigga with plenty cents
I teach you little nigga plenty shit
All these games, they ain’t selling it
All this gas, should be selling it
Lately I’ve been really out of my element
These niggas be snitching, [?] really having no evidence
And I ain’t even sick so why the hell am I sipping on medicine
Like get the point cause I be working like a Mexican
I could make a little power move man you been broke ever since
Dropped out of school, run around finessin’ shit
Running with Chiraq, let’s [?] we be wrecking shit

[Hook]
Fuck the industry, I’m in the streets
I ain’t never been to Hollywood
I’m not Hollywood, I’m Hollyhood
I don’t wanna go to Hollywood