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Lil Pump – What U Sayin’ Lyrics

[Intro: Lil Pump]
Hm, what you gotta say?
Ooh, damn, ooh
Ooh, what you gotta say?
Ooh, Lil Pump
Damn, ooh, yeah

[Chorus: Lil Pump]
What you gotta say? What you gotta say?
What you gotta say? What you gotta say?
Pull up in a Wraith, flexin’ every day
Gucci everything, Louis everything
What you gotta say? What you gotta say?
What you gotta say? What you gotta say?
What you gotta say? What you gotta say?
What you gotta say? What you gotta say?

[Verse 1: Lil Pump]
What you gotta say? Bitch you gettin’ paid
Bitch you gettin’ laid, spend it in a day
Spend a hunnid thousand on m’fuckin’ me
Swear to God, put in on my ‘Gram for a grade
I go and park two months, hit her face
[?], like you wan’ a fuckin’ race
Niggas gettin’ ’cause I went and took they place
Come to the trap where you know it ain’t safe
Hunnids on hunnids on hunnids, ooh
Pull up on a teacher, I’m stuntin’ (damn)
Countin’ up racks, it ain’t nothin’
Sold you rerock and Robitussin
Purp all up in the coup, everybody know I flex like ouu
Bitch I don’t know who the fuck is you
Pour a [?] in my Mountain Dew

[Chorus: Lil Pump]
What you gotta say? What you gotta say?
What you gotta say? What you gotta say?
Pull up in a Wraith, flexin’ every day
Gucci everything, Louis everything
What you gotta say? What you gotta say?
What you gotta say? What you gotta say?
What you gotta say? What you gotta say?
What you gotta say? What you gotta say?

[Verse 2: SmokePurpp]
Spend a hunnid thousand every day
And my [?] Macarena every day
Turn ’em down, I’mma stick ’em like some tape
Call my thirty, got his own fuckin’ brain
Lil Purp, I be thuggin’ every day
If I get him, I’mma pop him like a safe
Pop a Xan, catch a body, skip a date
GTA, got a star on my face
And I keep a pistol on me, lil’ dawg
Lil Pump, he a smacker, lil’ dawg
And I only hit designer in the mall
All these diamonds on me, Paul Wall
Lookin’ at my body, all this Louis
Gun ’em down in the trap, then we move ’em
Now they lookin’ for his body in the sewer
Lil Pump do the work like a student

[Chorus: Lil Pump]
What you gotta say? What you gotta say?
What you gotta say? What you gotta say?
Pull up in a Wraith, flexin’ every day
Gucci everything, Louis everything
What you gotta say? What you gotta say?
What you gotta say? What you gotta say?
What you gotta say? What you gotta say?
What you gotta say? What you gotta say?

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Juicy J – Dusse & Ciroc (feat. Smokepurpp) (Highly Intoxicated Mixtape)

[Intro: Juicy J]
Highly Intoxicated mane
Know what I’m sayin’
Shouts out to my nigga, Big Triece
We mixing that D’Usse with that Ciroc mane
We doin’ some new shit
Some next level shit mane
We get fucked up

[Chorus: Juicy J]
I mix D’Usse with Ciroc (‘roc!)
That’s that diddy bop (bop!)
That’s that diddy bop (bop!)
That’s that diddy bop (you know it!)
I mix D’Usse with Ciroc (Ciroc!)
That’s that diddy bop (bop!)
That’s that diddy bop (bop!)
That’s that diddy bop (get drunk!)

[Verse 1: Juicy J)
I mix D’Usse with Ciroc
And I smoke a lot (smoke a lot nigga!)
I got cameras in the spot (they in my spot!)
It ain’t no twenties in my knots (mo’ faces!)
When I drink, I pour a lot (I can’t taste it!)
Got them foreigns in the spot (the driveway!)
I got foreigns in the lot (two hunnit thousand!)
That’s that diddy bop

[Chorus: Juicy J]
I mix D’Usse with Ciroc
That’s that diddy bop
That’s that diddy bop
That’s that diddy bop
I mix D’Usse with Ciroc
That’s that diddy bop
That’s that diddy bop
That’s that diddy bop

[Verse 2: Juicy J]
I got lean up in my pot (qualitest!)
I mix that shit up in the pot (skrt, skrt, skrt, skrt!)
VVS for all my rocks (shinin’ on you bitches!)
I got love for all my thots (I still love you bitches!)
I thank god I’m at the top (still lonley though!)
I just might pull up in a drop (vroom!)
I might just pull off on a cop (ok!)
Bitch, don’t touch me, I’m too hot

[Chorus: Juicy J]
I mix D’Usse with Ciroc (‘roc!)
That’s that diddy bop (bop!)
That’s that diddy bop (bop!)
That’s that diddy bop (you know it!)
I mix D’Usse with Ciroc (Ciroc!)
That’s that diddy bop (bop!)
That’s that diddy bop (bop!)
That’s that diddy bop (get drunk!)

[Verse 3: SmokePurpp]
Put a deuce inside my wop
Sipping on some drop (huh!)
Bitch, it’s Lil Purp
I’m off the percs, I pop a lot (I pop a lot!)
And this lambo, fast (skrt!)
Bitch, I speed a lot (skrt!)
Cop pull up behind me
Hit the gas, ’cause I can’t stop (huh!)
I’m in Neiman Marcus (uh!)
Blowin’ bags, I’m with a thot
Keep a chopper on me
And you know I geek a lot (geek, geek, huh!)
You on bitch shit (huh!)
I’m on rich shit (huh!)
I just dropped like thirty bands and that’s your wishlist (huh, woo!)
Beans inside my spot (beans!)
Count a lot of guap (guap!)
Bitch, I diddy bop (bop!)
Every city bop (bop!)
Kick that door and I don’t knock (and I don’t!)
Plus my bitch is hot (hot!)
They off molly, they off rock

[Chorus: Juicy J]
I mix D’Usse with Ciroc (‘roc!)
That’s that diddy bop (bop!)
That’s that diddy bop (bop!)
That’s that diddy bop (you know it!)
I mix D’Usse with Ciroc (Ciroc!)
That’s that diddy bop (bop!)
That’s that diddy bop (bop!)
That’s that diddy bop (get drunk!)