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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

[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 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

[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

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Lil Durk – Too Late Lyrics

[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

[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 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

[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

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Bashy – Cannon

(Ragz2Richez Bitch!)

[Intro]
You know me, it’s Bashy man
You won’t see me in Red Monkeys man
I’d rather buy a thousand mixtapes yeah
Oii
[Verse 1]

The names Ash but it’s Bash to you faggots
In Green mans got guns bigger than a (Cannon)
And the youngers are nutters, a bunch of mischievous fuckers who would cut you in your adams
I won’t stop until I’m bading just like the Adams
Hustling, getting my bank balance up per annum
Guns man doe, pull ’em out for fashion they bang ’em
And when the jakes come, act like nothing happened
But out to the tugs in the slammer
Let me take the time to say, free my nigga Gangbanga Stana
Who? Gangbanga Stana yes blood, he reps his manor
He’s a hard face, Scarface black Montana
Anyway back to the manor, where North West ain’t in a passer passer
Quick to tell ya pussy, know yourself guns go bracka bracka
I’m a stacker, stacker you slacker, slacker
Plus it look like a bunny nyam your chain cause it’s lacking carrots
And girls feel my swagger from back in the day
When I dropped the 1-10’s with Dolce & Gabbana
Fresh off the hanger but now I want the Jacobs, I ain’t talking crackers
Me work for the crackers? Are you fucking crackers?
And girls love my mixtapes, I’m flattered
And guys tell me when they see me, I’m getting battered huhh
Stay there with your little daggers, got the ting here
So like the Rock says, ‘It doesn’t matter!’
Cause you need to be, quick to scare me
But I’ll fly like (???)
Punch your claat, take the shank and slice you like salami
Better kill me if you harm me, I’m not inna that malarky
Fuck swimming with the fishes, you’ll be drowning where the sharks be
Fuck your Mr. Miyagi karate, don’t make me laughy
Grab you by the boat, stab you in the throat with the car key
Yeah I’m with my army, sit back and enjoy your Bacardi
Don’t make us spoil the party, you punani
My boys are animals, no safaris
No games, no Atari’s
No jokes like Cat and Arby
Niggas will snatch your Carti, advertise the product like ‘Sace, Sace’
Auction it off to the highest bidder
I roll with couple killers, who will run in your yard and Meet the Parents like Ben Stiller
You know them fuckrie Yardies
Anyway, look I drop Armani and Cavalli, smell of Dreamer by Versace
On the road I’m stacking hard P’s, hardly got the time for barneys
(???) and (???) meeting all these ladidadi’s and arty fartys like ‘Kiss, kiss, Ashley, Ashley’
Movie directors like cast me, cast me
I’ll act in your trilogy, from Part One right through to Part Three
Not racist but fuck the Nazi’s, big up Idi Amin
This is London, Kensal Rise bitch this ain’t Marcy
Niggas move the queues of the Charlie, making profit off the Barley
Won’t stop ’til my pockets are fatter than MC Narstie

[Outro – talking]

Yeah
Shut up, shut up, shut up
Yo, don’t ya know
I said them tings go bracka, bracka
You know them tings go bracka, bracka
Hmmm.. Oiiii, nahhhh