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Snoop Dogg – Dis Finna Be A Breeze

[Intro: Ha Ha Davis]
Okay, out here in Cali
Smoking on this green that look like Luigi
I got my Fiji, I’m finna take your girl to the water
Dis finna be a breeze!

[Verse 1: Snoop Dogg]
Yard full of grass, raking up dough
Still on my shit who I’m makin’ it fo?
House on the hills with the lake in the fron’
Old ass nigga should be takin’ it slow
So what?
No, what yo cut ain’t mine
Nigga get up off my line
I’m back to the basics
Tracing shit
Gangbang nigga with the basic shit
Real P.I. with amazing spits
So I never ever never have to chase a bitch
Dig it, and I came wit it
And your only hoe might get it, admit it
Locked in, locked out
Talk shit, get socked out
See, these is G’s
And this is finna be a breeze

[Chorus: Snoop Dogg]
Yeah, music, please
Dis finna be a breeze
And my keys
And my trees
Dis finna be a breeze
Yeah
Dis finna be a breeze
Music please
And my keys
And my trees

[Verse 2: Snoop Dogg]
Picture me sitting in my throne alone
L.B.C. yeah I’m on the moon
Zone to zone, I’ll roam in Rome
Solid as a rock, etched in stone
Retriever, retriever
Catch the bone
Big dog, baby
The rest are clones
Bass go boom with the baritone
Clearing shit up like a claritone
I’m really home, I’m barely gone
Look at my eyes, I’m really blown
Peoples is ready for me to rap
But I just took a whole bone to the neck
No sweat on the set
Sprinter van to the jet
Yeah, music, please
Dis finna be a breeze

[Chorus: Snoop Dogg]
Yeah, music, please
Dis finna be a breeze
And my keys
And my trees
Dis finna be a breeze
Yeah
Dis finna be a breeze
Music please
And my keys
And my trees

[Outro: Ha Ha Davis]
*coughing*
Fuck, whatchu got me on?
I thought dis was finna be a breeze
You got me on my knees begging God, please
For my soul back
I’m fried!

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Lil Pump – Who Dat

[Intro]
Ooh, ooh, Lil Pump, yuh, ooh, ooh
Ooh, yuh (brr, brr)
Who dat write the flexin’? (brr, brr)
Who? Lil Pump, Lil Pump

[Hook]
Who dat write the flexin’? (who?)
Bitch, it’s Lil Pump (brr, Lil Pump)
Racks up on my necklace (necklace)
Bitch, it’s Lil Pump (brr)
Who dat write the flexin’? (you, you)
Bitch, it’s Lil Pump
Trapper of the century (what?)
Bitch, it’s Lil Pump
Hold up (what?), pop out (brr)
Boy, you know I’m a dropout (you)
Hold up (yuh), pop out (what?)
Boy, you know I’m a dropout (ooh)
Who dat write the flexin’? (who?)
Bitch, it’s Lil Pump (brr, brr)
Racks up on my necklace (what?)
Bitch, it’s Lil Pump (Lil Pump, Lil Pump)
Who dat write the flexin’? (what?)
Bitch, it’s Lil Pump (brr, brr)
Trapper of the century (you)
Bitch, it’s Lil Pump
Hold up (what?), pop out (you)
Boy, you know I’m a dropout (brr)
Hold up (what?), pop out (huh?)
Boy, you know I’m a dropout (yeah)

[Verse]
Pop four Xans with your Mondo (brr)
Take 3 Percs with your main hoe (what?)
I count racks everyday though (you)
Got your bitch booty at the Play-Doh (damn)
Got your bitch booty off a Percocet (damn)
Lil Pump only fly a private jet (ooh)
The ice on my wrist make her pussy wet (yeah)
Rich shining light, yeah, crystal meth (huh?)
Damn, why you flex like this? (ooh)
Damn, why you flex like this?
Fiji water on your wrist (Fiji!)
I can’t wife no bitch (no!)
Louis all over my bag (Louis)
Louis all over my belt, yeah
Bitch, I swim in that pussy like I was Michael Phelps (brr, brr, brr)

[Hook]
Who dat write the flexin’? (who?)
Bitch, it’s Lil Pump (Lil Pump, Lil Pump)
Racks up on my necklace (brr)
Bitch, it’s Lil Pump (brr, brr)
Who dat write the flexin’? (flexin’?)
Bitch, it’s Lil Pump (ooh)
Trapper of the century (you)
Bitch, it’s Lil Pump (aye)
Hold up, pop out (what?)
Boy, you know I’m a dropout (ooh)
Hold up (you), pop out (brr)
Boy, you know I’m a dropout (yeah)
Who dat write the flexin’? (who?)
Bitch, it’s Lil Pump (Lil Pump)
Racks up on my necklace (necklace)
Bitch, it’s Lil Pump (brr)
Who dat write the flexin’? (who?)
Bitch, it’s Lil Pump (you)
Trapper of the century (aye)
Bitch, it’s Lil Pump (ooh)
Hold up (what?), pop out (brr)
Boy, you know I’m a dropout (yeah)
Hold up (what?), pop out (aye)
Boy, you know I’m a dropout

[Outro]
Ooh, Lil Pump, yeah

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Chief Keef – How You Like Me Now (The W Mixtape)

[Chorus]
I’m actin’ brand new, how you like me now
Car got autopilot, have it drive me ’round
I take that bloody money and have it wipe me down
And if you want some smoke them folks gon’ shut you down
How you like me now
How you like me now
How you like me now
How you like me now
Them bitches laughed at me but they like me now
Blue face hunduns, how you like me now?

[Verse 1]
I’ma get a feast, you can have a seat, stuntin’ casualties
Hit LA, ’cause in Chiraq, it be hot as grease
Treat a bitch, how she like me now, told that bitch to flee
She a flee, I’m a fuckin’ beast, walk up by a creek
In the trap, what you want a P? Go come with that fee
Takin’ trips, and I’m gonna see what you’ll never see
Bitch I turned out everything that I planned to be
Ain’t no success with Plan A, then it’s Plan B
Ain’t no maybe with this gang shit, it’s a guarantee
Man these bitches all in my hair, like some Pantene
All I need is the biggest firm to defend me
Couldn’t box no fucks to give, so I left it empty

[Chorus]
I’m actin’ brand new, how you like me now
Car got autopilot, have it drive me ’round
I take that bloody money and have it wipe me down
And if you want some smoke them folks gon’ shut you down
How you like me now
How you like me now
How you like me now
How you like me now
Them bitches laughed at me but they like me now
Blue face hunduns, how you like me now?

[Verse 2]
Nigga you a dork, and I’m very important
Goin’ Randy Orton, police get behind you, that don’t mean abort
Hit the scene, hoes, bunch of green, bitch lets fill a pint
Touchdown, one for the team, that’s what they like to see
Kanye, slow down, drive slow
How you like me? I’m a dog what’s the pack code
Get my feet down, it’s so comfy
Smell some slices, in a bakery, I’m going Kimbo
Dehydrated, I need Fiji
Touch remote to the TV
Hit the arco like habibi
You see that foreign? It’s 250
Lets see who all leave the parking lot when we start pullin’ out
And this thoinky so damn loud it’s like I cannot put it out

[Chorus]
I’m actin’ brand new, how you like me now
Car got autopilot, have it drive me ’round
I take that bloody money and have it wipe me down
And if you want some smoke them folks gon’ shut you down
How you like me now
How you like me now
How you like me now
How you like me now
Them bitches laughed at me but they like me now
Blue face hunduns, how you like me now?

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Gucci Mane – Tone It Down (feat. Chris Brown)

[Intro]
It’s Gucci
Droptop
Right now
Wizop, Huh, wop
Hitmaka! go

[Pre-Chorus: Chris Brown]
Wop, wop, wop, wop
VVS the wrist (Wrist)
Wop, wop, wop, wop
Might steal your bitch (bitch)
Wop, wop, wop, wop
Yeah, yeah, VVS the wrist (wrist)
Wop, wop, wop, wop
Might steal your bitch

[Chorus: Chris Brown]
Tone that shit down
Weak nigga, ball like this
Tone that shit down (oh why)
Tell me who gon’ ball like this
Tone that shit down
Weak nigga, ball like this
Tone that shit down
Tell me who gon’ ball like this

[Verse 1: Gucci Mane]
Huh, pull up, fros up, with the door up
Chopper in the club, I don’t care who show up
Watch lookin’ like a glow up, when I throw up
East Side pour the Crys’ wrote why I grow up
Hold up, lil homie tone it down
‘Cause the jewelry that you rockin’ is for kids, I’m a grown up
Sat courtside right next to the owner
Lookin’ so good, make his wife pick her phone up
Big gold boulders, in my Rollie
Look like real flesh, make you wanna pick a stone up
If everybody got a watch like that
Then why would I want that watch? I’m a loaner
[?]
Got that car ‘fore I got it, now I really don’t wanna
You never seen a nigga glow up like this
Not a nigga that was trappin’ on a corner

[Pre-Chorus: Chris Brown]
Wop, wop, wop, wop
VVS the wrist (VVS the wrist)
Wop, wop, wop, wop
Might steal your bitch (might steal your bitch)
Wop, wop, wop, wop
Yeah, yeah, VVS the wrist (VVS the wrist)
Wop, wop, wop, wop
Might steal your bitch

[Chorus: Chris Brown]
Tone that shit down
Weak nigga, ball like this
Tone that shit down (oh why)
Tell me who gon’ ball like this
Tone that shit down
Weak nigga, ball like this
Tone that shit down
Tell me who gon’ ball like this

[Verse 2: Gucci Mane]
Go, your man CB, jewelery 3D
Tryna be like me, ain’t easy
Niggas hate me, mamas wanna date me
‘Cause I got all these VVS pieces
In that Great thing
2018 Rolls Royce, chopper for no reason (huh)
Watered all my time, please water like a Fiji
Parked in front of the St Regis
I just wanna meet Meek
Ballin’ like an athlete, but I ball all four seasons
Diamonds, thats just like Breazin
Take it easy, Breezy go easy
Bitch goes in all my pieces
Gucci Mane stunt like Meechy
Jewelery so gold, I’m sneezin’
Pull up South Beach, no season

[Chorus: Chris Brown]
Tone that shit down
Weak nigga, ball like this
Tone that shit down (oh why)
Tell me who gon’ ball like this
Tone that shit down
Weak nigga, ball like this
Tone that shit down
Tell me who gon’ ball like this

[Verse 3: Chris Brown]
Yeah, four, four, drippin’
I be on a hunnids rolls
Fight, weed, hit it
Have a nigga seeing ghost
Tell me what to do, ‘cause I’m tryna get to know you
Champagne, takin’ shots
Won’t have a hangover

[Pre-Chorus: Chris Brown]
Wop, wop, wop, wop
VVS the wrist (VVS the wrist)
Wop, wop, wop, wop
Might steal your bitch (might steal your bitch)
Wop, wop, wop, wop
Yeah, yeah, VVS the wrist (VVS the wrist)
Wop, wop, wop, wop
Might steal your bitch

[Chorus: Chris Brown]
Tone that shit down
Weak nigga, ball like this
Tone that shit down (oh why)
Tell me who gon’ ball like this
Tone that shit down
Weak nigga, ball like this
Tone that shit down
Tell me who gon’ ball like this

[Outro: Chris Brown]
Tone that shit down
Tone that shit down
Tone that shit down
Weak nigga ball like thIs
Tone that shit down
Tell me who gon’ ball like this

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Riviera

Lyrics to ‘Riviera’ by ASAP Twelvyy:

–Verse 1: A$AP Twelvyy–
I need a week in Tahiti
I spend the weekend in Fiji
I prolly sleep in the Tipi

I just got back from Japan

[Hook:A$AP Twelvyy & Joey Bada$$

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Nothing wrong – G-Eazy lyrics

Lyrics G-Eazy – Nothing wrong

If she just want sniff, she just looking for a lift
And if we finish of a fifth, I don’t see nothing wrong
If I spend a few bands when I should have let it stack
I can make that s**t back so I see nothing wrong
If I smoke a whole ounce and I ain’t even leave the house
I could look at my accounts, and I don’t see nothing wrong
I’m unapologetic, you can tell by what I’m on
If you don’t like me, f*ck you, this is nothing but a song.

My momma said judge not, yet he be judged
We don’t trip, the bullshit just get skip like a CD does
She light up more than GE does
I’m in the party just appreciating the molly and my fiji buzz
Why stress I’m too blessed to ever come down
I might be the rarest cat that’s ever been found
One off the medicine now, and it’s a wednesday
I’ll f*ck something and wake up drunk the next day
They love to talk about it, people saying I’m reckless
The microscope I’m under, they just love to inspect us
But f*ck ’em, make them eat their words for dinner and breakfast
That s**t come back around, full circle though like a necklace
f*ck outta here, I came for no bullshit in my agenda
If you’re artificial Splenda, well then you are not a friend
I never save, I’m spending cash for as long as I remember
So I went to spend a fortune on this Porsche and not a rental.

If she want sniff, she just looking for a lift
And if we finish of a fifth, I don’t see nothing wrong
If I spend a few bands when I should have let it stack
I can make that s**t back so I see nothing wrong
If I smoke a whole ounce and I ain’t even leave the house
I could look at my accounts, and I don’t see nothing wrong
I’m unapologetic, you can tell by what I’m on
If you don’t like me, f*ck you, this is nothing but a song.

Strip club in this damn .. c*ck blocking at the ATM
We be going dumb until like eight AM
Lana think I’m crazy, and I maybe am
Killing hella brain cells in my cranium
The realest who did it, and got away with it
They pouring drugs on titties and now everybody sniffing
She acting shocked by it, guess we live a little different
I’m out here just mobbing in my Oakland A’s fitted
I never sell my soul, I stay green and gold
Knew I’d be a legend back since I was 10 years old
I knew I would be cold, his story would be told
Imma have to f*ck Jessica soon before she gets too old (Alba)
I’ll snatch her from her husband, I told you I was ..
I’m going super saiyan, yes I’m entering that mode
Like Goku, I’m old school, so anti-social
The money is all I say hello to
Like God Damn this s**t so soon..

If she want sniff, then she looking for a lift
And if we finish of a fifth, I don’t see nothing wrong
If I spend a few bands when I should have let it stack
I can make that s**t back so I see nothing wrong
If I smoke a whole ounce and I ain’t even leave the house
I could look at my accounts, and I don’t see nothing wrong
I’m unapologetic, you can tell by what I’m on
If you don’t like me than f*ck you, this is nothing but a song
Versuri-lyrics.info
Haha, Beautiful and Damned, Damn
Young Gerald, this OG talk right here
I don’t see nothing wrong
They don’t get us Gerald, it’s different!
Different to her, hahaha
All these b*tches on the side of the stage
While all y’all singing our songs
Nothing wrong
Spending all this money he making
One shot, we don’t see nothing wrong
Y’all don’t understand, cuz we do it again
f*ck it, we don’t care
We don’t care
All y’all who don’t understand, don’t f*ck with us, y’all got something wrong
You know what we call y’all?
Muffins, haha
We don’t see nothing wronggg.
G-Eazy lyrics
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Hopsin – False Advertisement Lyrics

HOPSIN
False Advertisement Lyrics

Please tell me what the f**k is wrong with these bitches
I’ma tell you right now you ain’t worth shit
All you do is sit at home takin’ selfies

And post them like it was your work shift
Your ‘gram is full of all these evil memes
To niggas lie you don’t deserve it
That’s why niggas ain’t f**kin’ with you
Cause we see that you don’t have a purpose
It’s clear that you don’t leave the house
We date you and don’t be aroused
Only pleasure that we ever do get from you
Is when you shut up and open your mouth
Don’t you get it stupid bitch it don’t matter
If you love a man and you holdin’ him down
Cause once he find out you got nothing better to
Do except him he won’t be around
Y’all like “I want to be treated like I’m a queen”
Bitch better act like one
Girl I got so much to give you
If you ain’t givin’ back it’s a wrap, I’m done
You want a real man, a real boss
So you can live life in a Kodak frame
A real man carry a lot of shit on his shoulder
We need a real woman who can hold that weight
Let me guess you a real woman, right?
Nope don’t want to hear that
So go cry some tears in your tear bag
Bitch you don’t have a car, a job
A life or a f**kin’ career path
There’s no accomplishments
I’m serious bitch stop this shit
You can fool niggas with pics lookin’ like you a queen
But in real life I know you the opposite

Bitch I can see what you tryna do
You got niggas outside in a line for you
For that pussy they’ll spend it all for you
They got so much they can offer you
And you lovin’ it, you strategizing
False advertisement, god damn you lovin’ it
But I ain’t cho mans
Hoe, shut the f**k up!

Nigga these hoes better quit it
Nigga these hoes better quit it (quit it, quit it)
Nigga these hoes better quit it
Damn hoe shut the f**k up
Nigga these hoes better quit it
Nigga these hoes better quit it (quit it, quit it)
Nigga these hoes better quit it
Damn hoe shut the f**k up

[Post-
Nigga these hoes better quit
Nigga these hoes better quit (quit, quit)
Nigga these hoes better quit
Damn hoe shut the f**k up
Nigga these hoes better quit
Nigga these hoes better quit (quit, quit)
Nigga these hoes better quit
Damn hoe shut the f**k up

Girl why you lyin’ to niggas?
Actin’ as if your life isn’t boring
Yes the pussy was good but that is the
Only highlight of your story
You got these celebrities in your DMs
And you get invited to parties (nice)
Better enjoy it you bitch cause all of your
Looks gonna die when you forty
Look at your shit all the guys are absorbing
Hoe I’m talkin’ don’t try and ignore me
Oh that’s your new BMW, right?
I got a couple cause I can afford these
You made a household off of guys who were horny
Gucci purses, vacations in Fiji
Trynna date you is easy
They just slide you some cash you just lay on the weewee
What the f**k do you stand for?
Everyday you actin’ like a damn whore
You be showin’ your ass on the dance floor
Niggas throwin’ money till their hands sore
Now you handed it all to your landlord
You just hopin’ you don’t get evicted
I coulda sworn you were livin’ way better than this
You just got so many gimmicks (yikes)
I don’t get how it don’t bother you
Who is the father who fathered you?
Bitch need a belt to that ass
If I was yo daddy that’s probably what I would do
This goes out to all these wanna be models
Who flashin’ titties just to get a like
Just take this advice: you pathetic, go get a life
You would know you ain’t gettin’ mine

Bitch I can see what you tryna do
You got niggas outside in a line for you
For that pussy they’ll spend it all for you
They got so much they can offer you
And you lovin’ it, you strategizing
False advertisement, god damn you lovin’ it
But I ain’t cho mans
Hoe, shut the f**k up!

Nigga these hoes better quit it
Nigga these hoes better quit it (quit it, quit it)
Nigga these hoes better quit it
Damn hoe shut the f**k up
Nigga these hoes better quit it
Nigga these hoes better quit it (quit it, quit it)
Nigga these hoes better quit it
Damn hoe shut the f**k up

[Post-
Nigga these hoes better quit
Nigga these hoes better quit (quit, quit)
Nigga these hoes better quit
Damn hoe shut the f**k up
Nigga these hoes better quit
Nigga these hoes better quit (quit, quit)
Nigga these hoes better quit
Damn hoe shut the f**k up

Trippin’ Trip Trippin’
These hoes trippin’ trippin’
This bitch trynna apply to a nigga uh uh
Won’t catch me slippin’ (won’t catch me slippin’)
Trippin’ Trip Trippin’
These hoes trippin’ trippin’
This bitch trynna apply to a nigga uh uh
Won’t catch me slippin’ (won’t catch me slippin’)

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Travis Scott – Butterfly Effect

[Intro]
Murda on the beat so it’s not nice

[Chorus]
For this life, I cannot change
Hidden Hills, deep off in the main
M&M’s, sweet like candy cane
Drop the top, pop it, let it bang (pop it, pop it)
For this life, I cannot change
Hidden Hills, deep off in the main
M&M’s, sweet like candy cane
Drop the top, pop it, let it bang (pop it, pop it)

[Verse 1]
Drop the top, play hide and seek
Jump inside, jump straight to the leak
Take a sip, feel just how I breathe
On freeway, but no, ain’t nothin’ free (straight up)
Bend laws, bend lanes
Been bustin’ bills, but still ain’t nothin’ change
You in the mob soon as you rock the chain
She caught the waves just thumbin’ through my braids (alright)
Heatin’ up, baby, I’m just heatin’ up (it’s lit)
Fiji lover, now they indeed that is impressive
Fill his cup, now you know how they keep me up
Icy love, icy like a hockey puck

[Chorus]
For this life, I cannot change
Hidden Hills, deep off in the main
M&M’s, sweet like candy cane
Drop the top, pop it, let it bang (Pop it, pop it)
For this life, I cannot change
Hidden Hills, deep off in the main
M&M’s, sweet like candy cane
Drop the top, pop it, let it bang (Pop it, pop it)

[Verse 2]
All the ones, all the chains piled on the mantle
All the dogs, all the dogs low creep right behind me in the Phantom
Never go, never go dip on this estates Santana
Yeah, run it back, turn the lights on when I hit up Green Lantern
Yeah, fly the broads, fly the dogs down to Atlanta
Yeah, in the cut in Medusa, lay low I might be
Yeah, roll up, help me calm down when I move in high speed
Yeah, If I send one, need the text back ’cause you know what I need
Oh, please (oh please)
Oh me (oh me)
Oh my (oh my)
We been movin’, we been movin’ for some time (Alright!)
Flexin’, flexin’ try to exercise
Exercise, exercise, exercise, exercise

[Chorus]
For this life, I cannot change
Hidden Hills, deep off in the main
M&M’s, sweet like candy cane
Drop the top, pop it, let it bang (Pop it, pop it)
For this life, I cannot change
Hidden Hills, deep off in the main
M&M’s, sweet like candy cane
Drop the top, pop it, let it bang
(Yah!)

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Travis Scott – Butterfly Effect Lyrics

TRAVIS SCOTT
Butterfly Effect Lyrics

Murda on the beat so it’s not nice

[Chorus]
For this life I cannot change
Hidden Hills, deep off in the main
M&M’s, sweet like candy cane
Drop the top, pop it let it bang (Pop it, pop it)
For this life I cannot change
Hidden Hills, deep off in the main
M&M’s sweet like candy cane
Drop the top, pop it let it bang (Pop it, pop it)

[Verse 1]
Drop the top play hide and seek
Jump inside, jump straight to the leak
Take a sip, feel just how I breathe
On freeway, but no ain’t nothin’ free (straight up)
Bend laws, bend lanes
Been bustin’ bills, but still ain’t nothin’ change
You in the mob soon as you rock the chain
She caught the waves just thumbin’ through my braids (alright)
Heatin’ up, baby, I’m just heatin’ up (it’s lit)
Fiji lover, now they indeed that is impressive
Fill his cup now you know how they keep me up
Icy love, icy like a hockey puck

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Lil Pump – Next (feat. Rich The Kid)

[Intro: Lil Pump & Rich The Kid]
Everybody know I’m next
Hundred thousand on my neck
Know I’m sayin’? The flex way
I be runnin’ up a check
Lil Pump
I be fuckin’ on your ex
Everybody know I’m next
Know I’m sayin’? The money way
Ooh, Lil Pump! Lil Pump! Lil Pump!
I spent ten thousand on a Gucci belt

[Chorus: Lil Pump & Rich The Kid]
Everybody know I’m next, ooh (re)
Everybody know I’m next, ooh (what?)
Hundred thousand on my neck, ooh
I be runnin’ up a check, ooh (yeah)
I be fuckin’ on your ex, ooh (what)
Everybody know I’m next, ooh (huh)
Everybody know I’m next, ooh
Yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh
Everybody know I’m next, ooh
I might go fuck on your bitch, ooh (your bitch)
I might go fuck on your bitch, ooh (huh)
I might go bust on her lip, ooh (what?)
I might go bust on her lip, ooh (yeah)
Everybody know I’m next, ooh
Everybody know I’m next, ooh
Everybody know I’m next, ooh (what? what? what?)
Everybody know I’m next, ooh

[Verse 1: Lil Pump]
I be ridin’ in a ‘Rari, ooh
I be poppin’ hella molly, yeah
Thirty Brinks to the lobby
Five bitches on me, give me sloppy toppy, ooh
Everybody wanna be me, ooh
Ice water and some Fiji, yuh
Ice water and some kiwi, ooh
Lil Pump stay geekin’, ooh
Everybody know I’m next, ooh
Pump whippin’ like a chef, ooh
Takin’ off in a jet, ooh
Everybody know I flex, ooh

[Chorus: Lil Pump & Rich The Kid]
Everybody know I’m next, ooh
Everybody know I’m next, ooh
Hundred thousand on my neck, ooh
I be runnin’ up a check, ooh
I be fuckin’ on your ex, ooh
Everybody know I’m next, ooh
Everybody know I’m next, ooh (huh)
Everybody know I’m next, ooh (what?)
I might go fuck on your bitch, ooh (huh)
I might go fuck on your bitch, ooh (ooh)
I might go bust on her lip, ooh (yeah)
I might go bust on her lip, ooh (what?)
Everybody know I’m next, ooh (yuh, yuh, yuh)
Everybody know I’m next, ooh
Everybody know I’m next, ooh
Everybody know I’m next, ooh

[Verse 2: Rich The Kid]
Fuck that lil’ bitch and I tell her to pack it
Blow ten racks on the jacket
Pull out a Maybach, smash it (yeah)
You rappers ain’t got it or cap it (cap it)
You ride the wave like a jetski
I just cashed out on an AP (yuh)
Look at my neck, ooh
I took your bitch, she on the jet too (your bitch)
I trap in the Hills with no service (trap)
She wanna pop a lil’ Perky (what?)
Pussy too good, ooh
Bust in her mouth, fuck on your couch too
I’m tired of flexin’ (flex)
Saint Laurent, you work at Giuseppe’s
Syrup for breakfast (syrup)
I drink out the pint, baby (lean)
Put you in the trunk
Pocket’s a lump, she wanna fuck off the jump (woah)
No freezer, my wrist cool
Diamonds too sick, ooh (yeah)

[Chorus: Lil Pump]
Everybody know I’m next, ooh
Everybody know I’m next, ooh
Hundred thousand on my neck, ooh
I be runnin’ up a check, ooh
I be fuckin’ on your ex, ooh
Everybody know I’m next, ooh
Everybody know I’m next, ooh
Everybody know I’m next, ooh
I might go fuck on your bitch, ooh
I might go fuck on your bitch, ooh
I might go bust on her lip, ooh
I might go bust on her lip, ooh
Everybody know I’m next, ooh
Everybody know I’m next, ooh
Everybody know I’m next, ooh
Everybody know I’m next, ooh

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Next – Lil Pump lyrics

Lyrics Lil Pump – Next

Everybody know I’m next
Hundred thousand on my neck
Know I’m sayin’? The flex way
I be runnin’ up a check
Lil Pump
I be f*ckin’ on your ex
Everybody know I’m neeext
Know I’m sayin’? The money way
Ooh, Lil Pump! Lil Pump! Lil Pump!
I spent ten thousand on a Gucci belt.

Everybody know I’m next, ooh (re)
Everybody know I’m neeext, ooh (what?)
Hundred thousand on my neck, ooh
I be runnin’ up a check, ooh (yeah)
I be f*ckin’ on your ex, ooh (what)
Everybody know I’m neeext, ooh (huh)
Everybody know I’m neeext, ooh
Yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh
Everybody know I’m neeext, ooh
I might go f*ck on your b*tch, ooh (your b*tch)
I might go f*ck on your b*tch, ooh (huh)
I might go bust on her lip, ooh (what?)
I might go bust on her lip, ooh (yeah)
Everybody know I’m neeext, ooh
Everybody know I’m neeext, ooh
Everybody know I’m neeext, ooh
Everybody know I’m neeext, oohhh.

I be ridin’ in a ‘Rari, ooh
I be poppin’ hella molly, yeah
Thirty Brinks to the lobby
Five b*tches on me, give me sloppy toppy, ooh
Everybody wanna be me, ooh
Ice water and some Fiji, yuh
Ice water and some kiwi, ooh
Lil Pump stay geekin’, ooh
Everybody know I’m neeext, ooh
Pump whippin’ like a chef, ooh
Takin’ off in a jet, ooh
Everybody know I flex, ooh.

Everybody know I’m next, ooh
Everybody know I’m neeext, ooh
Hundred thousand on my neck, ooh
I be runnin’ up a check, ooh
I be f*ckin’ on your ex, ooh
Everybody know I’m neeext, ooh
Everybody know I’m neeext, ooh (huh)
Everybody know I’m neeext, ooh (what?)
I might go f*ck on your b*tch, ooh (huh)
I might go f*ck on your b*tch, ooh (ooh)
I might go bust on her lip, ooh (yeah)
I might go bust on her lip, ooh (what?)
Everybody know I’m neeext, ooh (yuh, yuh, yuh)
Everybody know I’m neeext, ooh
Everybody know I’m neeext, ooh
Everybody know I’m neeext, ooh.

f*ck that lil’ b*tch and I tell her to pack it
Blow ten racks on the jacket
Pull out a Maybach, smash it (yeah)
You rappers ain’t got it or cap it (cap it)
You ride the wave like a jetski
I just cashed out on an AP (yuh)
Look at my neck, ooh
I took your b*tch, she on the jet too (your b*tch)
I trap in the Hills with no service (trap)
She wanna pop a lil’ Perky (what?)
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Bust in her mouth, f*ck on your couch too
I’m tired of flexin’ (flex)
Saint Laurent, you work at Giuseppe’s
Serve for breakfast (serve)
I drink out the pint, baby (lean)
Put you in the trunk
Pocket’s a lump, she wanna f*ck off the jump (woah)
No freezer, my wrist cool
Diamonds too sick, ooh (yeah).

Everybody know I’m next, ooh
Everybody know I’m neeext, ooh
Hundred thousand on my neck, ooh
I be runnin’ up a check, ooh
I be f*ckin’ on your ex, ooh
Everybody know I’m neeext, ooh
Everybody know I’m neeext, ooh
Everybody know I’m neeext, ooh
I might go f*ck on your b*tch, ooh
I might go f*ck on your b*tch, ooh
I might go bust on her lip, ooh
I might go bust on her lip, ooh
Everybody know I’m neeext, ooh
Everybody know I’m neeext, ooh
Everybody know I’m neeext, ooh
Everybody know I’m neeext, oohhh.
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Boss – Lil Pump lyrics

Lyrics Lil Pump – Boss

Yeah, I came in with the sauce, ooh
Yeah, I came in with the sauce, yeah
b*tch, I flex Rick Ross, yeah
b*tch, I flex Rick Ross, yeahhh
Yeah, I came in with the sauce, ooh
Yeah, I came in with the sauce, ooh
b*tch, I flex Rick Ross, yeah
b*tch, I flex Rick Ross, yeah
Walk in the trap like a boss, ooh
Walk in the trap like a boss
Walk in the trap like a boss, oooh
Walk in the trap like a boss
Yeah, I came in with the sauce, ooh
Yeah, I came in with the sauce, ooh
b*tch, I flex Rick Ross, ooh
b*tch, I flex Rick Ross, oohhh.

Walk in the trap, Ric Flair, ooh
f*ck a nigga b*tch don’t care, damn
Throwin’ up racks in the air, damn
Told that b*tch Lil Pump yeah, ooh
Damn, I just broke my wrist
100 on my wrist, can’t tell me s**t
Pop 4 xans then I f*cked a nigga’s b*tch
Never wearin’ slippers, I always flippin’ bricks
Aye, yeah I came up with the sauce damn
Damn, yeah I sold crack in the halls, damn
Lil Pump, bands on top
Gave my mom 2 Glocks
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Damn, everybody do wanna be me
Lookin’ at my neck and its Fiji, ooh
Damn, everybody do wanna be me
Lookin’ at my neck and its Fiji, ooh.

Yeah, I came in with the sauce, ooh
Yeah, I came in with the sauce, yeah
b*tch, I flex Rick Ross, yeah
b*tch, I flex Rick Ross, yeah
Yeah, I came in with the sauce, ooh
Yeah, I came in with the sauce, ooh
b*tch, I flex Rick Ross, yeah
b*tch, I flex Rick Ross, yeahhh.
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Rick Ross – Dead Presidents (feat. Future, Jeezy & Yo Gotti) (Rather You Than Me Album)

[Intro: Rick Ross]
Rather You Than Me
If you’ve been fucking with me from Port of Miami
It’s been hell of a fucking journey
(M-M-Maybach Music) Ain’t nun’ changed, nigga
Lil’ stronger, lil’ wiser
Maybe a lil’ more violent
Blame it on America, fuck it
(Beat Billionaire)

[Verse 1: Rick Ross]
I’m pullin’ off the lot, I bought it cash (woah)
Her future bright, don’t give a fuck about her past (woah)
Her ass be lookin’ good inside the leggings (woah)
But I notice that she missin’ all her edges (woah)
I run the game just by runnin’ with the felons (woah)
Poor attitude, and got rich nigga calisthenics (woah)
Walkin’ in the courtroom, sippin’ on a beverage (woo)
I know the judge, so I got a lot of leverage (woo)
Pissin’ on these bitches is a fetish (R. Kelly)
Fully loaded .60s smokin’ on a seven (all ready)
Your dawg get a dime, you never wrote a letter (woah)
Still in a box, got him rappin’ acapella (woah)
Can’t trust no people fuckin’ with the reverend (woah)
I got a chopper, boy, don’t make me be the devil (woah)
He knockin’ on the door and know the password (woo)
Gave me his blessings, boy, I’m hotter than the last verse (woo)

[Hook: Jeezy & Yo Gotti]
Dead presidents, dead, d-dead presidents
Dead presidents, dead them dead presidents
Let’s go to war, yeah, all my lil’ niggas militant
Let’s go to trial, we guilty ’til proven innocent
Dead presidents, dead, d-dead presidents
Dead presidents, dead them dead presidents
Fed sentences, fed, f-fed sentences
Let’s go to trial, we guilty ’til proven innocent

[Verse 2: Future]
I got thirty white bitches like Tommy Lee
I make drug money, nigga, I make blood money
On my third passport, and I’m geechie as fuck
I got wet stripper pussy at the airport
I got Bowlingreen dollars on my chopper
Bussin’ down a hundred bales in the bathtub
Fuck this Philippine pussy in some house shoes
I got dope money, nigga, I got war wounds
Get to the clutchin’ on the hammer, ain’t no dance moves
I was posted on the, stoop, hangin’ with my Haitians
The murder’s on the, news, all front pages
Young niggas catchin’ bodies, ain’t no relations
I was stackin’ Ben Franks and bought some Fiji
They rob you two times in a row, that’s a repeat
And I’m fuckin’ niggas hoes ’cause they easy
I’m in here fuckin’ niggas wives, balls breezy
She gotta fuck me like she love me, like she need me
I got my Maybach flooded out with extra TVs
I make a movie every single fuckin’ day
I John Travolta when I flaunt that Patek face

[Hook: Jeezy & Yo Gotti]
Dead presidents, dead, d-dead presidents
Dead presidents, dead them dead presidents
Let’s go to war, yeah, all my lil’ niggas militant
Let’s go to trial, we guilty ’til proven innocent
Dead presidents, dead, d-dead presidents
Dead presidents, dead them dead presidents
Fed sentences, fed, f-fed sentences
Let’s go to trial, we guilty ’til proven innocent

[Verse 3: Jeezy]
Let’s go!
Hands on these niggas, got the yellow bracelet
Check off in my pocket like the yellow pages
Fuck you niggas was when I was ashy, nigga?
Loafers in the chop, I keep it classy, nigga
Build a empire, yeah, that’s what my state of mind
Motherfuck ’em all, yeah, that’s what my state of mind
Keep the blocks over there, we call it Legoland
Meanwhile, the kids smokin’ like it’s Amsterdam
Dope boy prez, you know who got the troops
Sixteen when I bought my first Rollie
Legend in my hood just like I’m Escobar
Never ride dirties in the extra car

[Hook: Jeezy & Yo Gotti]
Dead presidents, dead, d-dead presidents
Dead presidents, dead them dead presidents
Let’s go to war, yeah, all my lil’ niggas militant
Let’s go to trial, we guilty ’til proven innocent
Dead presidents, dead, d-dead presidents
Dead presidents, dead them dead presidents
Fed sentences, fed, f-fed sentences
Let’s go to trial, we guilty ’til proven innocent

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Souleye – Ease That lyrics

Artist: Souleye Title: Ease That Hook Ease that lean back roll me up that
Weed sack / Calling out my ladies on the front and the back / Lean back
Ease that roll me up that weed sack / We we’ve them tracks that ride
Like Cadillac’s / Verse 1 I’ve been all around the world / And easy
To see that most people that I meet / Love blazing on them trees / I’ll
Find it in Fiji where no weed be / Or in Mendo where it’s in every home /
Grown out doors organic is my favorite type / But then again I like that
Indoor bud at night / Smoking sativa in the middle of the afternoon / Get
High motivate party on the move / Even my mom pack that bong / I’ve
Watched my dad smoke all day long / From the rich and the famous / To the
Poor and broke / They all love that dope / Government don’t know I know
My fourth amendment / Can’t search without a warrant / Hook Ease that
Lean back roll me up that weed sack / Calling out my ladies on the front
And the back / Lean back ease that roll me up that weed sack / Wewe’ve
Them tracks that ride like Cadillac’s / Verse 2 Only the best when I’m
Smoking the Sess /
Hawaiian mist I’m on a mystical trip / Puffing an ounce of Kush on the
Couch / Purple urkle got me seeing double now / I’m going to Canada
Man, Japan or Amsterdam / No matter where I’m at I’m going to smoke a
Gram / Four-way endo sipping on that swiss miss / With Mr. Nice here’s
The pipe now hit this / Elevate let’s create everyone together now /
Let’s celebrate / take a break though / If you don’t puff the drow / I
Know there’s those / That don’t smoke so pass it to the left / You
Know how it goes / The rotation is ground breaking /

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RICK ROSS – Dead Presidents lyrics

Rather you than me
If you’ve been fucking with me since Port of Miami
It’s been hell of a fucking journey
M-m-maybach Music
Ain’t nun’ changed nigga
Lil’ stronger, lil’ wiser, maybe a lil’ more violent
Blame it on America
Fuck it
Beat Billionaire

I’m pulling off the lot, I bought the cash
Her future bright, don’t give a fuck about her past
Her ass be looking good inside the leggings
But I know that she’s missing all the edges
I run the game just by running with the felons
Pour out the Judy, got rich nigga calisthenics
Walking in the court room, sipping on the beverage
I know the judge so I got a lot of leverage
Pissing on these bitches is a fetish (R. Kelly)
Fully loaded .60s smoking on a seven (all ready)
Your dawg get a dime, you never wrote a letter
Still in a box, got her rapping acapella
Can’t trust no people fucking with the presser
I got a chopper, but don’t make me be the devil
He knocking on the door and all the Baswares
Gave me addresses where I’m hiding in the last verse

Dead presidents, dead them dead presidents
Dead presidents, dead them dead presidents
They go to war, yeah, all my lil’ niggas militant
Let’s go to trial, we guilty to proven innocent
Dead presidents, dead them dead presidents
Dead presidents, dead them dead presidents
Fair sentences, fair, fair sentences
Let’s go to trial, we guilty to proven innocent

I got thirty white bitches like Tommy Lee
I make drug money, nigga, I make blood money
On my third passport, and I’m geechie as fuck
I got wet stripper pussy at the airport
I got molly green dollars on my transport
Bussing down a hundred bales in the bath tub
Fuck this Philippine pussy in some house shoes
I got dope money, nigga, I got war wounds
This the culture on the hammer, ain’t no dance moves
I was posted on the [??] stupid, hanging with my Haitians
Murder’s on the news, all front pages
Gunning and catching bodies, ain’t no relations
I was stacking Ben Franklins posted in Fiji
They rocking two times in a row, that’s a repeat
And I’m fucking niggas hoes cus they easy
I’m in here fucking niggas wives, balls breezy
She gotta fuck like she love like she need me
I got my Maybach flooded all with extra TVs
I make a movie every single fucking day
I John Travolta when I flood that Patek face

Dead presidents, dead them dead presidents
Dead presidents, dead them dead presidents
They go to war, yeah, all my lil’ niggas militant
Let’s go to trial, we guilty to proven innocent
Dead presidents, dead them dead presidents
Dead presidents, dead them dead presidents
Fair sentences, fair, fair sentences
Let’s go to trial, we guilty to proven innocent

Let’s go!
Hands on these niggas, got the yellow bracelet
Check off in my pocket like the yellow pages
Fuck you niggas woes, when I was ashing nigga
Loafers in the chop, I keep it classy nigga
Build a empire, yeah that’s whats my state of mind
Motherfuck ’em all, yeah that’s whats my state of mind
Keep the block sober there, we call it Lego land
Meanwhile the kids smoking like its Amsterdam
Dope boy prez, you know who got the truths
Sixteen when I bought my first rollie
Legend in my hood just like I’m Escobar
Never riding dirty in the extra car

Dead presidents, dead them dead presidents
Dead presidents, dead them dead presidents
They go to war, yeah, all my lil’ niggas militant
Let’s go to trial, we guilty to proven innocent
Dead presidents, dead them dead presidents
Dead presidents, dead them dead presidents
Fair sentences, fair, fair sentences
Let’s go to trial, we guilty to proven innocent

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Rick Ross – Dead Presidents (feat. Future, Jeezy & Yo Gotti)

[Intro: Rick Ross]
Rather you than me
If you’ve been fucking with me since Port of Miami
It’s been hell of a fucking journey
M-m-maybach Music
Ain’t nun’ changed nigga
Lil’ stronger, lil’ wiser, maybe a lil’ more violent
Blame it on America
Fuck it
Beat Billionaire

[Verse 1: Rick Ross]
I’m pulling off the lot, I bought the cash
Her future bright, don’t give a fuck about her past
Her ass be looking good inside the leggings
But I know that she’s missing all the edges
I run the game just by running with the felons
Pour out the Judy, got rich nigga calisthenics
Walking in the court room, sipping on the beverage
I know the judge so I got a lot of leverage
Pissing on these bitches is a fetish (R. Kelly)
Fully loaded .60s smoking on a seven (all ready)
Your dawg get a dime, you never wrote a letter
Still in a box, got her rapping acapella
Can’t trust no people fucking with the presser
I got a chopper, but don’t make me be the devil
He knocking on the door and all the Baswares
Gave me addresses where I’m hiding in the last verse

[Hook: Jeezy & Yo Gotti ]
Dead presidents, dead them dead presidents
Dead presidents, dead them dead presidents
They go to war, yeah, all my lil’ niggas militant
Let’s go to trial, we guilty to proven innocent
Dead presidents, dead them dead presidents
Dead presidents, dead them dead presidents
Fair sentences, fair, fair sentences
Let’s go to trial, we guilty to proven innocent

[Verse 2: Future]
I got thirty white bitches like Tommy Lee
I make drug money, nigga, I make blood money
On my third passport, and I’m geechie as fuck
I got wet stripper pussy at the airport
I got molly green dollars on my transport
Bussing down a hundred bales in the bath tub
Fuck this Philippine pussy in some house shoes
I got dope money, nigga, I got war wounds
This the culture on the hammer, ain’t no dance moves
I was posted on the [??] stupid, hanging with my Haitians
Murder’s on the news, all front pages
Gunning and catching bodies, ain’t no relations
I was stacking Ben Franklins posted in Fiji
They rocking two times in a row, that’s a repeat
And I’m fucking niggas hoes cus they easy
I’m in here fucking niggas wives, balls breezy
She gotta fuck like she love like she need me
I got my Maybach flooded all with extra TVs
I make a movie every single fucking day
I [??] flood that Patek face

[Hook: Jeezy & Yo Gotti ]
Dead presidents, dead them dead presidents
Dead presidents, dead them dead presidents
They go to war, yeah, all my lil’ niggas militant
Let’s go to trial, we guilty to proven innocent
Dead presidents, dead them dead presidents
Dead presidents, dead them dead presidents
Fair sentences, fair, fair sentences
Let’s go to trial, we guilty to proven innocent

[Verse 3: Jeezy]
Let’s go!
Hands on these niggas, got the yellow bracelet
Check off in my pocket like the yellow pages
Fuck you niggas woes, when I was ashing nigga
Loafers in the chop, I keep it classy nigga
Build a empire, yeah that’s whats my state of mind
Motherfuck ’em all, yeah that’s whats my state of mind
Keep the block sober there, we call it Lego land
Meanwhile the kids smoking like its Amsterdam
Dope boy prez, you know who got the truths
Sixteen when I bought my first rollie
Legend in my hood just like I’m Escobar
Never riding dirty in the extra car

[Hook: Jeezy & Yo Gotti ]
Dead presidents, dead them dead presidents
Dead presidents, dead them dead presidents
They go to war, yeah, all my lil’ niggas militant
Let’s go to trial, we guilty to proven innocent
Dead presidents, dead them dead presidents
Dead presidents, dead them dead presidents
Fair sentences, fair, fair sentences
Let’s go to trial, we guilty to proven innocent

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Pouya & Fat Nick – Middle Of The Mall (Drop Out Of School Album)

[Hook: Fat Nick]
Been with the shit, stash a hundred in the walls
All my diamonds flooded, ain’t no middle of the mall
My steps, they cost a grit, Fiji crystals drip
Stupid little bitch gon’ put them lips up on my dick
Been with the shit, stash a hundred in the walls
All my diamonds flooded, ain’t no middle of the mall
My steps, they cost a grit, Fiji crystals drip
Stupid little bitch gon’ put them lips up on my dick

[Verse 1: Pouya]
She think she dancin’ on my dick, but that’s my Glock
Take my wallet out my ass and run around and watch ’em flock
To the kid with the tattoo and a flat toot 5’5
And he mad too with a bad attitude
All my bank payments overdue, I’m screwed
Fuck it, I’m buzzin’ out the fuckin’ roof
Can you please go stream me or bootleg my latest CD?
Help me get my bands up, help me get a Benz truck
I’m sick of this Honda, no A/C, turned to a sauna
Tell me how the fuck I just sold out The Fonda

[Hook: Fat Nick]
Been with the shit, stash a hundred in the walls
All my diamonds flooded, ain’t no middle of the mall
My steps, they cost a grit, Fiji crystals drip
Stupid little bitch gon’ put them lips up on my dick
Been with the shit, stash a hundred in the walls
All my diamonds flooded, ain’t no middle of the mall
My steps, they cost a grit, Fiji crystals drip
Stupid little bitch gon’ put them lips up on my dick

[Verse 2: Fat Nick]
Fuck, I crack the seal, drink it all, I can’t get up
These drugs, they got my vision fucked
I’m skirting out these Beamer trucks
30 milligrams of oxy, bitch I’m fuckin’ stuck
She suck my dick and then complain I’m too fucked up to nut
I got big bankrolls, Giuseppe prints on floors
I got percs and weed and lean behind my trap door
Curved a hundred hoes, ain’t got time for those
Pussy boy come over here, this fuckin’ blinkie blow

[Hook: Fat Nick]
Been with the shit, stash a hundred in the walls
All my diamonds flooded, ain’t no middle of the mall
My steps, they cost a grit, Fiji crystals drip
Stupid little bitch gon’ put them lips up on my dick
Been with the shit, stash a hundred in the walls
All my diamonds flooded, ain’t no middle of the mall
My steps, they cost a grit, Fiji crystals drip
Stupid little bitch gon’ put them lips up on my dick

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Gunna & Offset – Beat Da Case

[Hook: Offset]
I beat the case, all this cash that I make
Pull up in Wraiths, had to chop off the [?]
Pull up in them horses, two million endorsements
Tryna get on some Forbes shit
Wave the flag it’s a forfeit
Money come ’round like a orbit
Evaporation, I absorb it
Lambo green it’s a tortoise
Eat the molly ’til I’m nauseous
Surround myself with the bosses
Cause they done had it and they lost it
These diamonds hittin’ on me [?]
I fucked your bitch and it ain’t cost me
I fucked your bitch and it ain’t cost me

[Verse 1: Offset]
My diamonds green, not from Boston
You talking mean so I often
You was a lawyer so you lost me
Deliver my diamonds I ordered these
I kick the bitch out, she recorded me
I double back cause she a [?]
You niggas is soft like velour [?]
Stack it, stack it, stack it up
A whole ‘nother bracket, I leveled up
All of the gang, got bezeled up
Stay in your lane you don’t make enough
Parked the Benz on the side
My ex-bitch got 5
Frog eyes, mob ties
She choosing on me, all live
All [?] black pride
Lambo doors open wide
Sipping Actavis, a 9
Cocaine still alive

[Hook: Offset]
I beat the case, all this cash that I make
Pull up in Wraiths, had to chop off the [?]
Pull up in them horses, two million endorsements
Tryna get on some Forbes shit
Wave the flag it’s a forfeit
Money come ’round like a orbit
Evaporation, I absorb it
Lambo green it’s a tortoise
Eat the molly ’til I’m nauseous
Surround myself with the bosses
Cause they done had it and they lost it
These diamonds hittin’ on me [?]
I fucked your bitch and it ain’t cost me
I fucked your bitch and it ain’t cost me

[Verse 2: Gunna]
I fucked the bitch she caused a collar
I fix my chain, I pop my collar
I take out flights out to the pilot
I walk in the bank and deposit
I came out from Fiji from overseas
I’m fucking that bitch from the Philipines
Don’t try to look you can’t ordered these
I put some nut on her double d’s
My short got a snake by double G
I see it, I buy if I want it
Got VVS [?]
[?] loner
I just put a AK on my shoulder
She got a new spot for the soldiers
[?] that new Bentley truck [?] over
I’ma thumb through the check ’til it’s over
The [?] can’t see a E
Still can pull up and cop a P
The police ain’t shit they can’t stop a G
Dropped a 100 k when they indicted me

[Hook: Offset]
I beat the case, all this cash that I make
Pull up in Wraiths, had to chop off the [?]
Pull up in them horses, two million endorsements
Tryna get on some Forbes shit
Wave the flag it’s a forfeit
Money come ’round like a orbit
Evaporation, I absorb it
Lambo green it’s a tortoise
Eat the molly ’til I’m nauseous
Surround myself with the bosses
Cause they done had it and they lost it
These diamonds hittin’ on me [?]
I fucked your bitch and it ain’t cost me