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Hoodrich Pablo Juan – God Damn

[Chorus]
She know she bad, I got that bag
Foreign with 230 on the dash
I could count cash fast
Pouring up lean, go to sleep on them Xans
Roll up gelato, three grams
Stuffing my pocket with bands
She cute, she having a hand
I’m rich, I know I’m the man, yeah
Ice on my neck, goddamn
I got bitches popping up like spam
Send my money, give her twenty two grams
Sell the whole thing, we don’t sell no grams
She got a fat ass, goddamn
I got supreme on my Vans
Gucci bag, fill it with bands
Call up the shooter, they jump out the van, yeah

[Verse 1]
I’m ice skating, got my shooter waiting
I, I got the cookies, baking
I wanna fuck, I’m impatient
Foreign, she half-Asian
Foreign, I ride like I’m racing
Dirty AK with my shell cases
None of my bitches is basic
On the red pill like Neo in The Matrix
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Everything I wear is rare
Gucci with snakes and lions and bears
Louis Vuitton, I love Damier
Fuck from the back and I pull on her hair
Yeah, rocking Chanels and Moncler
Outfit, it come out next year
I’m drinking lean, not no beer
Yeah, strapped the fuck up, ain’t no reason to fear
Get your ass busted, ain’t no pussies over here
Brand new foreign with the camera in the rear
Twenty thousand worth of ice in one ear
I got some bitches that’s white like vanilla
These niggas falling off the map like Sears
I got these haters mad, they in tears
My niggas sharp, I cut like a seal

[Chorus]
She know she bad, I got that bag
Foreign with 230 on the dash
I could count cash fast
Pouring up lean, go to sleep on them Xans
Roll up gelato, three grams
Stuffing my pocket with bands
She cute, she having a hand
I’m rich, I know I’m the man, yeah
Ice on my neck, goddamn
I got bitches popping up like spam
Send my money, give her twenty two grams
Sell the whole thing, we don’t sell no grams
She got a fat ass, goddamn
I got supreme on my Vans
Gucci bag, fill it with bands
Call up the shooter, they jump out the van, yeah

[Verse 2]
VS all-black diamonds like Wesley
Beat up the pot like I’m playing Tekken
Can’t wear silver, I ain’t come in second
I ain’t got no time for these thots and these peasants
Yeah, strapped up like I was Giuseppes
Bad bitch I just seen at Essex
All of my bitches, they too sexy
1017 chain, cop a fezzy
Just like the police, you gotta arrest it
I fuck her and treat her like a pedestrian
Fly by with butterfly wings on my Tesla
Cook with that pot like professional wrestler
Pour that shit up, why the fuck would I measure?
Gucci bag with the .38 special
I’m rocking Louis like I could play Chess
I spread like the old man that you piss
Ooh, I make her give me the neck
Call me PJ like a private jet
Trap like a soldier, got stacks on deck
I stay in Designer, I walk on a check
I’m dressing like I’m vinegarette
I bust that seal on that Hitech
Rich nigga, I bet I can get her wet
She want shit bad, but I got the check

[Chorus]
She know she bad, I got that bag
Foreign with 230 on the dash
I could count cash fast
Pouring up lean, go to sleep on them Xans
Roll up gelato, three grams
Stuffing my pocket with bands
She cute, she having a hand
I’m rich, I know I’m the man, yeah
Ice on my neck, goddamn
I got bitches popping up like spam
Send my money, give her twenty to [?]
Sell the whole thing, we don’t sell no grams
She got a fat ass, goddamn
I got Supreme on my Vans
Gucci bag, fill it with bands
Call up the shooter, they jump out the van, yeah

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Marc E. Bassy – So Simple (feat. G-Eazy)

[Marc E. Bassy:]
When I was broke girl, we wasn’t rocking
But to tell the truth girl, that didn’t stop me
Said you wanted to get the Wraith, Imma cop that
Now we be picking up every time you drop that
And your next dude, you know I’mma top that
And she wanna come back, She wanna come back to me
Now she wanna come back she wanna come back to me

But she don’t fly my way
Unless I’m on PJ
That gossip, all you say
My baby you got so LA
Can’t believe you’re so simple like that
Can’t believe you’re so simple
Can’t believe you’re so simple like that
Can’t believe you’re so simple

When I got on girl, you didn’t trust me
But to tell you the truth girl, that didn’t bug me
You came to my party, with your young socialite
I slid a couple ’cause I was cold as ice
Then the next morining you gon’ tell me you love me
Now she wanna come back
She wanna come back to me
Now she wanna come back
Now she wanna come back to me

But she don’t fly my way
Unless I’m on PJ
That gossip, all you say
My baby you got so LA
Can’t believe you’re so simple like that
Can’t believe you’re so simple
Can’t believe you’re so simple like that
Can’t believe you’re so simple

[G-Eazy:]
She’s so simple
She’s so cliché
She’s so gossip
She say, he say
She wants me back, says that each day
But I don’t repeat, and I don’t replay
She moved to Weho, now that’s where she stay
Went up on weekday, she f- the DJ
She won’t fly my way, unless I’m on PJ
She lied to me, I would die before I betray
Anyone I love most, Anyone I hold close
Sniffing all her love up, OD off of one dose
One shot, play me, I become ghost
You could be the prettiest, but ugly when it’s up close
Used to be my type, now I’m off those
Driving through the city full of lost souls
Just be careful look out for the potholes
But now I know how to spot those

[Marc E. Bassy (G-Eazy):]
But she don’t drive my car, unless I’m on a boulevard
That vintage fits you good
You getting known in Hollywood (hey)
Can’t believe you’re so simple like that
Can’t believe you’re so simple (I can’t believe it)
Can’t believe you’re so simple like that
Can’t believe you’re so simple (yeah)

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Russ – Prosper

[Chorus]
No fake shit against me shall prosper
Yes I came I saw I conquered
No fake shit against me shall prosper
Yes I came I conquered
And they don’t wanna see you win
So its fuck them till the end
And they always gonna hate
Always gonna have some shit to say
And they don’t wanna see you win
So its fuck them till the end
And they always gonna hate
Always gonna have some shit to say

[Verse 1]
Eating in Italy
Golfing in Glasgow
Swimming in Switzerland
Mr international
All off these rap flows
All off these chord progressions
All of these kicks, snares, melodies and tour investments
I put my own money up so no one tells me shit
I know what you about to say before you tell me it
You so predictable
I’m so in tune with it
I gotta folder with a lotta women’s nudes in it
I gotta Rolex
I gotta lotta chains
But none of that is worth as much as memories that I’ve gained
I’m flying PJ’s
50,000 each way
Live from the peach-state
I hit the sweepstakes
These days they all scream Russ
Some are screaming hate
Some are screaming love
Fuck it everytime you judge I get paid
That’s what my mom told me
I’ma cop the wheels of fortune cause you owe me
Pat sayjak shit, pat sayjak shit
Might get a maybach for maybach just to say that shit
I gave a million to the government
I pay taxes
Did I say government I meant the mob
I hate that shit
Legal extortion of half my fortune
Soon as the tour ends a portion of my racks like Nordstrom gets taxed
If that’s the cost of doing business dog I need loopholes
Luckily the money getting longer than manute bol
Sumo it’s time to put my foot down
Picked up the gin around the time I put the kush down
I still smoke a little but not without a shot in me
Connected to my higher self yeah that’s the god in me
I’m just tryna stay on top like an apostrophe
Bitch I’m tryna win fuck only being a nominee
I’m a one of one, Russ is an anomaly
Coming to your city and boosting its economy

[Chorus]
No fake shit against me shall prosper
Yes I came I saw I conquered
No fake shit against me shall prosper
Yes I came I conquered
And they don’t wanna see you win
So its fuck them till the end
And they always gonna hate
Always gonna have some shit to say
And they don’t wanna see you win
So its fuck them till the end
And they always gonna hate
Always gonna have some shit to say

[Bridge]
Just live your truth and do you
They hate honesty boo hoo
Just count up all your blessings
Big or small they’re still all blessings

[Verse 2]
Three accounts each over a milli
Rap game so crazy if I’m sober I’m silly
Yeah I drink, yeah I smoke
But that’s natural elixirs
You live like your future ain’t in the picture
I’m high up out in Malibu
The road to real wealth is always paved with different avenues
The difference in dividends
Is multiple businesses
I got end of year goals too big for Christmas lists
I’m dropping these jewels
I’m breaking the rules
I take your negativity and I use it as fuel
These rappers are food
Yeah I’m still hungry
I own apartment complexes that’s real money

[Chorus]
No fake shit against me shall prosper
Yes I came I saw I conquered
No fake shit against me shall prosper
Yes I came I conquered
And they don’t wanna see you win
So its fuck them till the end
And they always gonna hate
Always gonna have some shit to say
And they don’t wanna see you win
So its fuck them till the end
And they always gonna hate
Always gonna have some shit to say

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Tee Grizzley – Beef (feat. Meek Mill)

[Intro: Tee Grizzley]
Helluva made this beat, baby
Haa
Meek, you got your strap?
Ain’t nothin’ to talk ’bout
Let’s get it

[Hook: Tee Grizzley & Meek Mill]
I don’t sleep on no beef
We ain’t sleeping on these niggas
You know I’m on top of everything, nigga (Lurking)
I come on your street
We’re just creeping on these niggas (Yeah)
Fuck talking, let that metal bang, nigga
Murk ’em
I don’t squash no beef
We ain’t doing no flex
I was taught to handle everything, nigga (Handle that)
I don’t play with no beef
We ain’t play with no pussy
Run in his crib and kill everything living, you hear me? (Brr)

[Verse 1: Tee Grizzley]
If I wanted a nigga gone, he a dead man (He through)
Say my name on his song, he a dead man (That’s your ass)
Tryna hide behind your niggas, that’s your man’s ass (nigga)
I leave his whole body bloody, call him Red Man
Hit the club in them Audi trucks and threw bands
Don’t get it twisted, bitch, we still got them Scooby Doo vans (Still slidin’)
Fuck with me, I’ma come to where you stand
And walk in your house with big shit like I’m finna move in
(Tell that bitch, we in this bitch)
Let me say that I don’t wanna see you bustlin’ (Kill the niggas)
Niggas in your backyard and on your front grass (We here)
And then don’t shot cribs, they gon’ give you one chance
Like nigga, come outside or we gon’ come in, boy

[Hook: Tee Grizzley & Meek Mill]
I don’t sleep on no beef
We ain’t sleeping on these niggas
You know I’m on top of everything, nigga (Lurking)
I come on your street
We’re just creeping on these niggas (Yeah)
Fuck talking, let that metal bang, nigga
Murk ’em
I don’t squash no beef
We ain’t doing no flex
I was taught to handle everything, nigga (Handle that)
I don’t play with no beef
We ain’t play with no pussy
Run in his crib and kill everything living, you hear me? (Brr)

[Verse 2: Meek Mill]
Yeah, nigga diss me in these raps, how we gon’ go about it (We gon’ go about it)
When we wack ’em, shit Obama prolly gon’ know about it (Brr)
Load the chopper, crack the window when we rollin’ by (There it go)
Fuck a drive-by, run ’em down so we know we got ’em (Hit ’em)
Know we chopping, test ’em and we leave you Holy Bible (Woo)
All this money got me thinking what I owe my rivals (Pussies)
A nigga said we tried to squash it then you know we lyin’ (Fall)
I told my youngin’ grab that rifle, set that boy on fire (Brr)
Couple niggas used to be with us, we ain’t make it to they funeral, they said that we did it
If we make it through the summer, we gon’ leave niggas (Like what?)
Like it’s [??] order, we gon’ squeeze niggas (Facts)

[Hook: Tee Grizzley & Meek Mill]
I don’t sleep on no beef
We ain’t sleeping on these niggas
You know I’m on top of everything, nigga (Lurking)
I come on your street
We’re just creeping on these niggas (Yeah)
Fuck talking, let that metal bang, nigga
Murk ’em
I don’t squash no beef
We ain’t doing no flex
I was taught to handle everything, nigga (Handle that)
I don’t play with no beef
We ain’t play with no pussy
Run in his crib and kill everything living, you hear me? (It’s on)

[Verse 3: Tee Grizzley]
I see the fear in your face, nigga (Lying)
And ain’t no turning back, I got my mind made, nigga (For real)
I chase nigga, eliminate niggas (Ayy)
Tell ’em Leek, that lemon squeeze ain’t for lemonade, nigga (No)
I ain’t no hatin’ ass nigga, but I hate niggas (Hate ’em)
What they gone do, that doctor ain’t got shit to save niggas (It go)
I’m through the city in that Range with my thang, nigga (On my momma)
Say my name and get banged, that’s on gang, nigga

[Verse 4: Meek Mill]
Still putting Draco’s on the plane, nigga (Draco)
Stopped the PJ in your city, we ain’t playin’ nigga (Skurt)
Heard he sneak dissing, seen him, what you sayin’, nigga (What you sayin’?)
Lost the memory, him must have had them Xans in him (On them Xans)
Still ride SRTs with the yams in ’em (SKurt)
Rental in my cousin’s name with the grams in him
Catch his homie out in traffic, that’s your man, nigga? (That’s your man?)
He say he don’t fuck with you and he a fan of us, pussy

[Verse 5: Tee Grizzley]
These niggas tweet a lot, these niggas text alot
What they gone do when I pull up and make em’ catch a lot?
Blue beam on that choppa Kamehameha
I throw them dragon balls at you like I’m Kakarot (boom, boom, boom)

[Verse 6: Meek Mill]
Circle through your hood, where your crew at? (Where your crew, nigga?)
Send your whole squad a message like a group text (Uh, brr)
Hit your dawg 20 times, nigga, you next (You next)
Squeeze that Glock until my trigger blue-black (Bow)

[Hook: Tee Grizzley & Meek Mill]
I don’t sleep on no beef
We ain’t sleeping on these niggas
You know I’m on top of everything, nigga (Lurking)
I come on your street
We’re just creeping on these niggas (Yeah)
Fuck talking, let that metal bang, nigga
Murk ’em
I don’t squash no beef
We ain’t doing no flex
I was taught to handle everything, nigga (Handle that)
I don’t play with no beef
We ain’t play with no pussy
Run in his crib and kill everything living (Brr)

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Nandos – Asap Ferg lyrics

Lyrics Asap Ferg – Nandos

Nowadays s**t is crazy out here man
Gotta protect yourself, yeah.(Nandos)

Load up the chopper and ride on your enemies (Trap)
This what you get when you f*ck with the family (Lord)
Roll with the f*ckin’ winners we the winner team (Trap)
You f*ck with my niggas you gettin’ the penalty (Lord)
Remember me versuri-lyrics.info
Load up the chopper and ride on your enemies (Trap)
This what you get when you f*ck with the family (Lord)
Roll with the f*ckin’ winners we the winner team (Trap)
You f*ck with my niggas you gettin’ the penalty (Lord)
Remember me.

Hundred bottles in the club when I land though
We was in the PJ flying high f*cking up Nandos
Landed in Cannes for a couple bands, that was the plan though
We gotta get a couple model bitches we gon’ f*ck on the damn boat
The a*s and legs got me dippin’ out, we gon’ f*ck with the Lambo
The pigs f*ckin’ with me I’mma turn into Django
Let’s ride on these niggas ’til Kirk Knight gotta speed up the tempo
This Hennessy got me f*cked up, yeah I ain’t feelin’ my pain though
Feelin’ my pain though.

Load up the chopper and ride on your enemies (Trap)
That’s what you get when you f*ck with the family (Lord)
Roll with the f*ckin’ winners we the winner team (Trap)
You f*ck with my niggas you gettin’ the penalty (Lord)
Remember me
Load up the chopper and ride on your enemies (Trap)
That’s what you get when you f*ck with the family (Lord)
Roll with the f*ckin’ winners we the winner team (Trap)
You f*ck with my niggas you gettin’ the penalty (Lord)
Remember me.

F*ckin’ hatin’ niggas damning my interviews
f*ck what you thinkin’ my nigga? This USA s**t get it critical
I’m not talkin’ lyrical
I’m talkin’ po-po-po that be shootin’ niggas in the blues
S**t is so cynical
Call up a Uber now my little niggas will finish you
Now look what I did to you
Motherf*cker don’t you see that I’m ridin’
24/7 on the corner all my niggas they be all survivin’
Used to only hear ice cream trucks now all we hear is sirens
That’s ’cause this f*cking world only stuck on money and violence
Money and violence.

Load up the chopper and ride on your enemies (Trap)
That’s what you get when you f*ck with the family (Lord)
Roll with the f*ckin’ winners we the winner team (Trap)
You f*ck with my niggas you gettin’ the penalty (Lord)
Remember me
Load up the chopper and ride on your enemies (Trap)
That’s what you get when you f*ck with the family (Lord)
Roll with the f*ckin’ winners we the winner team (Trap)
You f*ck with my niggas you gettin’ the penalty (Lord)
Remember meee.
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A$AP Ferg – Nandos Lyrics

A$AP Ferg – Nandos Lyrics

[Intro]
Nowadays shit is crazy out here man
Gotta protect yourself
Yeah

[Chorus]
Load up the chopper and ride on your enemies
That’s what you get when you fuck with the family
Roll with the fuckin’ winners we the winner team
You fuck with my niggas you get in the penalty
Remember me
Load up the chopper and ride on your enemies
That’s what you get when you fuck with the family
Roll with the fuckin’ winners we the winner team
You fuck with my niggas you get in the penalty
Remember me

[Verse 1]
Hundred bottles in the club when I land though
We was in the PJ flying high fucking up Nandos
Into the cans for a couple bands that was the plan though
We gotta get a couple model bitches we gon’ fuck on the damn boat
The ass and legs got me dippin’ out we gon’ fuck with the Lambo
The pigs fuckin’ with me I’mma turn into the Django
Let’s ride on these niggas till Kirk Knight got us beat up the tempo
This Hennessy got me fucked up yeah I ain’t feelin’ my pain though (Feelin’ my pain though)

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[Chorus]
Load up the chopper and ride on your enemies
That’s what you get when you fuck with the family
Roll with the fuckin’ winners we the winner team
You fuck with my niggas you get in the penalty
Remember me
Load up the chopper and ride on your enemies
That’s what you get when you fuck with the family
Roll with the fuckin’ winners we the winner team
You fuck with my niggas you get in the penalty
Remember me

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[Verse 2]
Fuckin’ hatin’ niggas damning my interviews
Fuck what you thinkin’ my nigga this USA shit get it critical
I’m not talkin’ lyrical I’m talkin’ po-po-po that be shootin’ niggas in the blues
Shit is so cynical
Call up a Uber now my little niggas will finish you
Now look what I did to you
Motherfucker don’t you see that I’m ridin’
24/7 on the corner all my niggas they be all survivin’
Used to hear ice cream trucks now all we hear is sirens
That’s ’cause this fucking world only stuck on money and violence
(money and violence)

[Chorus]
Load up the chopper and ride on your enemies
That’s what you get when you fuck with the family
Roll with the fuckin’ winners we the winner team
You fuck with my niggas you get in the penalty
Remember me
Load up the chopper and ride on your enemies
That’s what you get when you fuck with the family
Roll with the fuckin’ winners we the winner team
You fuck with my niggas you get in the penalty
Remember me

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Kodak Black – Boost My Ego (feat. Future)

[Intro: Future]
It’s that Project Baby
And we about fifteen up, you know what I mean?
They ‘gon try take advantage of this money
Shit coming in fast
They know we ain’t got a blueprint of this shit
We just came into this shit with it already

[Chorus: Future]
Baby mama flagein’, she don’t get no pardon
Boostin’ up my ego, made me go my hardest
Took me out the PJ and put me in a mansion
Break my pill down three ways, made me feel outstandin’
Panamera these days, used to ride the banshee
Louis Vuitton these thots, I trap out the spot
Hermes belts and drapes, keep my doggies straight
Kodak buyin’ a Wraith, soon as he beat the case

[Verse 1: Kodak Black]
All I know, identity theft, I buried all the credit cards
G1 had me in the kitchen, sellin’ hard and doin’ fraud
Took me out the ‘jects, now I’m flyin’ private jets, nigga
‘Member snatchin’ chains, I got my own around my neck, nigga
I caught five kidnappin’, but I ain’t no babysitter
I caught five kidnappin’, how you let me take your nigga?
Posted on the ugly, I jump out, go to bustin’
My baby mama dusty, got my little one out here musky
Skrrt, skrrt, pull up in a vert, call it a pullback, ayy
Pull up in a Wraith, they be like "Who is that"?
Pulling up in luxury, thank God, ain’t no more strugglin’
I’m rollin’ ’round, I be duffelin’
She under arrest, I’m cuffin’ it

[Chorus: Future]
Baby mama flagein’, she don’t get no pardon
Boostin’ up my ego, made me go my hardest
Took me out the PJ and put me in a mansion
Break my pill down three ways, made me feel outstandin’
Panamera these days, used to ride the banshee
Louis Vuitton these thots, I trap out the spot
Hermes belts and drapes, keep my doggies straight
Kodak buyin’ a Wraith, soon as he beat the case

[Verse 2: Kodak Black]
I just beat the case, I’m ridin’ in a double R
Spread the cheese with your people, gotta feed the squad
I bought my mama and my brothers, them another car
At first I was playin’ with this shit, but now I’m goin’ hard
It’s like my baby mama feel like she the superstar
I threw away the Fossil watch and bought an Audemars
Was in the ‘Yota, now I’m ridin’ in the luxury car
I was off the chain, now a youngin’ on the charts
I was ridin’ Suzuki, ayy, now I’m actin’ boujee, ayy
Now I’m coolin’, foolin’, I’m just ’bout my music
No more shootin’ cee-lo, poppin’ wheelies on the Banshee
Can’t be thuggin’ no more, homie, I stay in a mansion
I’m on mollys and the Xannies, feel extravagant
Took me off the ugly corner, I’m ridin’ panoramic
You hate the way I’m transitionin’, I’m corporate thugging
You miss when I was headfirst, when I wasn’t gettin’ no money

[Chorus: Future]
Baby mama flagein’, she don’t get no pardon
Boostin’ up my ego, made me go my hardest
Took me out the PJ and put me in a mansion
Break my pill down three ways, made me feel outstandin’
Panamera these days, used to ride the banshee
Louis Vuitton these thots, I trap out the spot
Hermes belts and drapes, keep my doggies straight
Kodak buyin’ a Wraith, soon as he beat the case, yeah

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Boost My Ego

Lyrics to ‘Boost My Ego’ by Kodak Black:

–Intro: Future–
It’s that project baby
[?] fit in, you know what I mean
They ‘gon try take your bands and this money
Shit coming in fast
They know we ain’t got a blueprint of this shit
We just came into this shit [?]

–Hook: Future–
Baby mama flies in
She don’t get no pardon
Boosting up my ego, made me go my hardest
Took me out the PJ, put me in a mansion
Break my pill down three ways, made me feel outstanding
Panamera these days, used to ride the [?]
Rover [?], I trap out the spot
Her mans [?]
Keep my doggy straight
Kodak ’bout to raid
So many beat the case

–Verse 1: Kodak Black–
All I know, I didn’t steal
I buried all the credit cards
She won’t have me in the kitchen, selling hard and doing fraud
Took me out the ‘jects now I’m flying private jets, nigga
Remember snatching chains, I got my own around my neck, nigga
I caught five kidnapping, but I ain’t no babysitter
I caught five kidnapping, how you let me take you, nigga
Posted on the ugly, jump out go to busting
My baby mama dusting, I’m a little one out here, [?]
Skrrt, skrrt, pull up in a Vert, call it a pull [?], ayy
Pull up in a Wraith, they be like “Who is that”?
Pulling up in luxury, thank God, ain’t no more struggling
I’m rolling and I be duffeling
You under arrest, I’m cuffing it

–Hook: Future–
Baby mama flies in
She don’t get no pardon
Boosting up my ego, made me go my hardest
Took me out the PJ, put me in a mansion
Break my pill down three ways, made me feel outstanding
Panamera these days, used to ride the [?]
Rover [?], I trap out the spot
Her mans [?]
Keep my doggy straight
Kodak ’bout to raid
So many beat the case

–Verse 2: Kodak Black–
I just beat the case, I’m riding in a double R
Spead your cheese with your people, gotta feed the scar
I bought my momma and my brothers, them, another car
At first I’m playing with this shit but now I’m going hard
It’s like my baby momma feel like she the superstar
I threw away the Fossil watch and bought an Audemars
Was in the [?] now I’m riding in the luxury car
I was off the chain, now I’m yanking on the charge
I was riding Suzuki, ayy
Now I’m acting boujee, ayy
Now I’m [?] for it
I’m just ’bout my music
No more shooting
[?] popping wheelies on the bench
Can’t be thugging no more, homie, I stay in a mansion
I’m on Mollys and the Xannies feeling extravagant
Took my off the ugly corner, I’m riding panoramic
Hate the way I’m transitioning, I’m caught for thugging
This when I was headfirst, I wasn’t getting no money

–Hook: Future–
Baby mama flies in
She don’t get no pardon
Boosting up my ego, made me go my hardest
Took me out the PJ, put me in a mansion
Break my pill down three ways, made me feel outstanding
Panamera these days, used to ride the [?]
Rover [?], I trap out the spot
Her mans [?]
Keep my doggy straight
Kodak ’bout to raid
So many beat the case
Yeah

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Boost my ego – Kodak Black feat. Future lyrics

Lyrics Kodak Black – Boost my ego

It’s that project baby
.. fit in, you know what I mean
They ‘gon try take your bands and this money
S**t coming in fast
They know we ain’t got a blueprint of this s**t
We just came into this s**t (boost my ego).

Baby mama flies in
She don’t get no pardon
Boosting up my ego, made me go my hardest
Took me out the PJ, put me in a mansion
Break my pill down three ways, made me feel outstanding
Panamera these days, used to ride the ..
Rover .., I trap out the spot
Her mans ..
Keep my doggy straight
Kodak ’bout to raid
So many beat the case.

All I know, I didn’t steal
I buried all the credit cards
She won’t have me in the kitchen, selling hard and doing fraud
Took me out the ‘jects now I’m flying private jets, nigga
Remember snatching chains, I got my own around my neck, nigga
I caught five kidnapping, but I ain’t no babysitter
I caught five kidnapping, how you let me take you, nigga
Posted on the ugly, jump out go to busting
My baby mama dusting, I’m a little one out here, ..
Skrrt, skrrt, pull up in a Vert, call it a pull .., ayy
Pull up in a Wraith, they be like “Who is that”?
Pulling up in luxury, thank God, ain’t no more struggling
I’m rolling and I be duffeling
You under arrest, I’m cuffing it.

Baby mama flies in
She don’t get no pardon
Boosting up my ego, made me go my hardest
Took me out the PJ, put me in a mansion
Break my pill down three ways, made me feel outstanding
Panamera these days, used to ride the ..
Rover .., I trap out the spot
Her mans ..
Keep my doggy straight
Kodak ’bout to raid
So many beat the case.

I just beat the case, I’m riding in a double R
Spead your cheese with your people, gotta feed the scar
I bought my momma and my brothers, them, another car
At first I’m playing with this s**t but now I’m going hard
It’s like my baby momma feel like she the superstar
I threw away the Fossil watch and bought an Audemars
Was in the .. now I’m riding in the luxury car
I was off the chain, now I’m yanking on the charge
I was riding Suzuki, ayy
Now I’m acting boujee, ayy
Now I’m .. for it
Versuri-lyrics.info
I’m just ’bout my music
No more shooting
.. popping wheelies on the bench
Can’t be thugging no more, homie, I stay in a mansion
I’m on Mollys and the Xannies feeling extravagant
Took my off the ugly corner, I’m riding panoramic
Hate the way I’m transitioning, I’m caught for thugging
This when I was headfirst, I wasn’t getting no money.

Baby mama flies in
She don’t get no pardon
Boosting up my ego, made me go my hardest
Took me out the PJ, put me in a mansion
Break my pill down three ways, made me feel outstanding
Panamera these days, used to ride the ..
Rover .., I trap out the spot
Her mans ..
Keep my doggy straight
Kodak ’bout to raid
So many beat the case
Yeahhh.(boost my ego)
Kodak Black lyrics
Video ego

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Wiz Khalifa – Duty Calls Lyrics

(Intro – Sledgren, Prezident Jeff & Wiz Khalifa)
Sledgren
PJ
Oh, you think you get all the girls
Think you’re so cute

(Verse – Wiz Khalifa)
Uh, sometimes I just wanna get high
Not pick up my phone
Not be concerned with the bulls**t that’s going on
Get my paper long
Stack it all up with my bad bi**h, who could clear the bong
Maybe hit the booth and make a song
Make sure my money hit the roof before I’m gone
One touch, the roof is in the trunk
No blunts, I’m only rolling papers when I puff
The sky’s the limit
It’s time to get it
Multiplying them digits
While supplying that real s**t
Don’t get dismissed
Lil ni**a, hit this

(Chorus – Wiz Khalifa)
Still do what I want
You do what you can
That’s why I ride around
Feeling like the man
If you feel the same
Then you understand
They get mad but I still do what I want
Still do what I want
You do what you can
That’s why I ride around
Feeling like the man
If you feel the same
Then you understand
They get mad but I still do what I want

(Outro)
Oh, non smokers, please leave the flight
Those not in possession of bomb weed
Are in violation of code 420
And will be removed immediately
Non compliance with the rules is not accepted
And violators will be punished
Thank you ni**as

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Kid Ink – F With U (feat. Ty Dolla $Ign)

[Intro: Kid Ink]
Let’s go
I’ve been tryna get over you
Hitmaker!
Baby, uh huh
Baby, you already know what I’m tryna do
Oh yeah
Mustard on the beat, ho

[Verse 1: Ty Dolla $ign]
Hot box, drop top the ‘Rari
Hop out, night life, I’m sorry (Skrrt)
Red bull, mix that Bacardi
You know we likes to party
Na, na, na, na, wheels up on the jet
La, la, la, la roll up after sex
I’m just here to find you round the way
I’m just here to find, oh yeah

[Hook: Ty Dolla $ign]
Really like, what you, done to me
I can’t, really explain it, I still fuck with you
Really like, what you, done to me
I can’t, really explain it, I still fuck with you

[Verse 2: Kid Ink]
Oh yeah, down to the core yeah
Couldn’t tell you better than I show ya
Been trying so hard to ignore the
Way you make that clap, Nola, Nola
See you curve in a stack in your frame girl
Dip swerve then I’m back in your lane girl
Keep that ass up all night, restless
I just finger roll and finesse it
Straight up no time for the extras
Know you been through it but fuck all your exes, aww yeah
The way you been lookin’ so sexy, I might just let you take some pics in my necklace, aww yeah

[Hook: Ty Dolla $ign]
Really like, what you, done to me
I can’t, really explain it, I still fuck with you
Really like, what you, done to me
I can’t, really explain it, I still fuck with you

[Bridge: Ty Dolla $ign]
Yeah, yeah (You Ooh)
Yeah, yeah (You Ooh)
Yeah, yeah (You Ooh)
I still fuck with you

[Verse 3: Kid Ink]
Please believe me
I ain’t talking Vegas when I say I’ll take you to the Venetian
Getting high, red eye on the PJ
Touchdown top floor in the PH
I know you hear us loud on the PA
What I’m on give her game like EA
Ease up, baby give me a little leeway
But make sure you keep it in motion
Wake up and know we get straight to memosas, aww yeah
Be on the first thing smokin’
Or you, if you down, drop the roof, see me coastin’ aww yeah

[Hook: Ty Dolla $ign]
Really like, what you, done to me
I can’t, really explain it, I still fuck with you
Really like, what you, done to me
I can’t, really explain it, I still fuck with you

[Outro: Ty Dolla $ign]
Yeah, yeah (You Ooh)
Yeah, yeah (You Ooh)
Yeah, yeah (You Ooh)
I still fuck with you

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PJ Morton – Claustrophobic (feat. Pell)

[Intro]
Just gotta be me
So many voices

[Verse 1]
PJ, you’re not mainstream enough, yeah
Would you consider us changing some stone?
Like everything about who you are, ah
No offense, we’re just trying to make you a star

[Chorus]
But I must admit, I’m claustrophobic
I have a hard time trying to fit into your small mind
And I have a habit of dreaming bigger than anything
I can see right in front of me

[Verse 2]
PJ, you’re not quite street enough
Thug life my nigga
Actor, little more time
Oh, can you switch your star up a little more?
You can be yourself, lay down for now
And need the religion

[Chorus]
But I must admit, I’m claustrophobic
I have a hard time trying to fit into your small mind
And I have a habit of dreaming bigger than anything
I can see right in front of me

[Bridge]
Can’t see, the forrest for the trees
The movement for the breeze
Standing on my own feet
Can’t see, what you might want from me
Think it’s better if we be ourselves

[Verse 3]
They clatch into my talents more than Catholics do arousery
Steady ass, wear that accent, travel you from New Orleans
Go so, why I dabble with negative energy
When all I really fiend is imposi sensibility
Not the hardest rapper but I’m ’bout it much as Master P
Don’t play with me, five-0 for my home
Don’t you know that
Flooding through the streets
You should probably take a kodak
Codo synthesize probably right in front eyes
Made a trip to Cali and came back a different guy
Living through the same eyes, riding Uber, still got drived
The truest never lie and I need a little space
‘Cause I’m bad at doing me
Just reside if you are late

[Chorus]
I’m claustrophobic
I have a hard time to fit into your small mind
And I have a habit of dreaming bigger than anything
I can see right in front of me

[Outro]
Another man, just gotta be you
I think that the thing makes us unique
It’s our differences with our treasures
Somebody always tryna make you fit in a box
And never seen again, don’t think it’s possible

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Meek Mill – King

Money make the world go round
And all the pretty girls go down
And I still roll round through my old hood in my new whip
All white ghost I call it my cool whip
Hundred on my neck lookin’ like I move bricks
My life is like a movie, every day a new script
And ain’t it funny how this money make a mood switch
`Cause they be talkin’ beef, I be up in Ruth’s Chris

Who is this at the door, I think it’s the devil don’t let him in
Just rap and take my niggas to places we never been
And when it comes to cake I get it like Entenmann’s
With the heart of a lion, no lyin’ I never been
No folks for these fuck boys
On my second mil and I ain’t talkin’ lunch boy
Glock 30 ridin’ dirty in this tuck boy
`Cause I could treat you like a prison get you touched boy
No homo
Before I had a deal I was poppin’, no promo
All of a sudden all these bad bitches want a photo
M’s in my account and M’s in the logo
So every time I spend a hundred K I scream YOLO

Young kings, young kings
I be rollin’ with some young kings, young kings
And all we know is one thing, one thing
Get the money nigga fuck fame, and fuck fame
I be rollin’ with some young kings, young kings
Rollin’ with some young kings, young kings
And all we know is one thing, one thing
Get the money nigga fuck fame, and fuck fame

Crowns on my wrist and my head
And Ima ball hard in this bitch ‘til I’m dead
It’s money on my mind, make me put it on your head
And have your own homies lookin’ at you like you’re bread
Tryna eat nigga, I’m from Philly so you know I play for keeps nigga
Six pallbearers, six feet deep nigga
No insurance you been sitting six weeks nigga
Big 40 knock you right up out your sneaks nigga
Young kings, all I know is one thing
Live life, one dream, started in the drug game
Where they never make it out unless you got a gun gang
Walkin’ through my city but it’s lookin’ like I run things
Runnin’ shit, diarrhea
And ever since my dad died I ran out of fear
G5 through the sky boy we outta here
Sippin P&J fresh from out the PJ

Young kings, young kings
I be rollin’ with some young kings, young kings
And all we know is one thing, one thing
Get the money nigga fuck fame, and fuck fame
I be rollin’ with some young kings, young kings
Rollin’ with some young kings, young kings
And all we know is one thing, one thing
Get the money nigga fuck fame, and fuck fame

I still wake up go and get it, youngin’ on a mission
‘Cause when niggas was eating they left me to do the dishes
But I’m different, I still put ‘em on just to show ‘em right
I used to be the dark child but now I glow at night
I keep a milli by my side because we both alike
Try and keep that nigga out the field `cause he be throwin’ white

Dishin’ d, tryna get rich as me
I’m worth a couple million man that shit was meant to be
20 gold chains on, shit I think I’m Mr. T
If I could live my life again I wouldn’t do it differently
Prolly bring my father back, just so he could witness me
Back up in my zone I swear my haters is history
Bitches say they missin’ me, I never fall for it
`Cause they just miss the money, they know I go hard for it
And if my niggas need it, I tell ‘em come for it
‘Cause when it comes to me, they shootin’ like a small forward, swish

Young kings, young kings
I be rollin’ with some young kings, young kings
And all we know is one thing, one thing
Get the money nigga fuck fame, and fuck fame
I be rollin’ with some young kings, young kings
Rollin’ with some young kings, young kings
And all we know is one thing, one thing
Get the money nigga fuck fame, and fuck fame

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King Chip – Headed West (Intro) Lyrics

We’re on that Cleveland shit
My nigga Chip
We takin’ it down in Cali
To the West Coast
We doin’ some different shit
That Clevelafornia shit

Yeah, takin’ off, Burke Lakefront, and landin’
Burbank, hoppin’ of the PJ, toastin’
Nigga never gave a fuck about the police
Roll through Inglewood, ro-ro-roastin’

Chip the motherfucking guy
We on that expensive shit
What y’all know about LA?
Niggas want come down to LA
Most of these niggas don’t survive
But come from Cleveland

My whole hood’s can roll
Nigga was poor, all he got a lil’ dough
Moved to the Left Coast
Rapping everywhere I go
Cleveland

You’re build to last
You’re build to last
We on that expensive shit

Cleveland, hoe

These niggas ain’t ready
They ‘bout to get this word, listen

St. Clair
I’m headed west
I’m headed west

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Chief Keef – Stand Down (feat. Tadoe) (Two Zero One Seven Deluxe Album)

[Hook: Chief Keef]
Bitch, I ball hard like Cailou
Ballin’ so hard might foul you
Money in my pocket, might buy you
Start gettin’ cash, they love you
Life that I live not for you
You fuck niggas in trouble
What comes with bein’ loyal
That mothafuckin’ royal
I’m a real fuckin’ nigga, I don’t care now
All that tough, talk get your man slammed
Swear I be feelin’ like Bank Roll
Around these fuck niggas, can’t stay ’round
Slide on your block, that’s a man down
Fuck around and get your fuckin’ mans drowned
Woo-Woo, that’s that ambulance sound
I got the shooters ridin’ with me nigga, stand down

[Verse 1: Chief Keef]
These lame ass niggas can’t stand me
These niggas can’t feed of my energy
They ain’t puttin’ shit under my Christmas tree
Make the work stretch out like a centipede
Put a couple tracks down for my mini-mes
More bulls like I’m about to hit a Fendi
Get low ’cause I’m ’bout to hit a enemy
You turned ’cause you about to hit a penalty
I got the eyes of a lion, don’t I?
I am the shit I am the fliest, aren’t I?
See what I like, I’ma buy it, aren’t I?
I’m part of them breeds that are dyin’, aren’t I?
I don’t wanna drive, bitch, I wanna fly
Blue cheese on me, .40 on the side
You not down to ride
Niggas gonna die
This a homicide
We ain’t gonna lie
Bankroll on me like P.J
Hoppin’ on a PJ
Hunnid band bands for a speed race
Baby, I’m sorry for the delay
I was on the phone buyin’ hundred band shit off eBay
You know when we on tour
We gotta make a stop for some snacks
On the mothafuckin’ speedway
You know when we on tour
We gotta make a stop for some snacks
On the mothafuckin’ speedway

[Hook: Chief Keef]
Bitch, I ball hard like Cailou
Ballin’ so hard might foul you
Money in my pocket, might buy you
Start gettin’ cash, they love you
Life that I live not for you
You fuck niggas in trouble
What comes with bein’ loyal
That mothafuckin’ royal
I’m a real fuckin’ nigga, I don’t care now
All that tough, talk get your man slammed
Swear I be feelin’ like Bank Roll
Around these fuck niggas, can’t stay ’round
Slide on your block, that’s a man down
Fuck around and get your fuckin’ mans drowned
Woo-Woo, that’s that ambulance sound
I got the shooters ridin’ with me nigga, stand down

[Verse 2: Chief Keef]
You and your motherfuckin’ boy lame
Me and them boys totin’ things
And that right there is a sure thing
And I am smokin’ that cure thing
I know you’re smellin’ this pure thing
You don’t be movin’ that pure ‘cane
This cash that I’m spendin’ is lil’ change
A quarter the size of my earrin’

[Verse 3: Tadoe]
Gettin’ to the guap don’t stall dog
Pass me the ball I’m a ball hog
Doin’ more numbers than a call log
Smokin’ on dope, it’s a fog log
And I just poured me a eight
And I just copped me a SRT8
Sosa just copped that Wraith
Who wanna bet that cake?

[Hook: Chief Keef]
Bitch, I ball hard like Cailou
Ballin’ so hard might foul you
Money in my pocket, might buy you
Start gettin’ cash, they love you
Life that I live not for you
You fuck niggas in trouble
What comes with bein’ loyal
That mothafuckin’ royal
I’m a real fuckin’ nigga, I don’t care now
All that tough, talk get your man slammed
Swear I be feelin’ like Bank Roll
Around these fuck niggas, can’t stay ’round
Slide on your block, that’s a man down
Fuck around and get your fuckin’ mans drowned
Woo-Woo, that’s that ambulance sound
I got the shooters ridin’ with me nigga, stand down

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Chief Keef – Stand Down (feat. Tadoe) (Two Zero One Seven Album)

[Hook: Chief Keef]
Bitch, I ball hard like Cailou
Ballin’ so hard might foul you
Money in my pocket, might buy you
Start gettin’ cash, they love you
Life that I live not for you
You fuck niggas in trouble
What comes with bein’ loyal
That mothafuckin’ royal
I’m a real fuckin’ nigga, I don’t care now
All that tough, talk get your man slammed
Swear I be feelin’ like Bank Roll
Around these fuck niggas, can’t stay ’round
Slide on your block, that’s a man down
Fuck around and get your fuckin’ mans drowned
Woo-Woo, that’s that ambulance sound
I got the shooters ridin’ with me nigga, stand down

[Verse 1: Chief Keef]
These lame ass niggas can’t stand me
These niggas can’t feed of my energy
They ain’t puttin’ shit under my Christmas tree
Make the work stretch out like a centipede
Put a couple tracks down for my mini-mes
More bulls like I’m about to hit a Fendi
Get low ’cause I’m ’bout to hit a enemy
You turned ’cause you about to hit a penalty
I got the eyes of a lion, don’t I?
I am the shit I am the fliest, aren’t I?
See what I like, I’ma buy it, aren’t I?
I’m part of them breeds that are dyin’, aren’t I?
I don’t wanna drive, bitch, I wanna fly
Blue cheese on me, .40 on the side
You not down to ride
Niggas gonna die
This a homicide
We ain’t gonna lie
Bankroll on me like P.J
Hoppin’ on a PJ
Hunnid band bands for a speed race
Baby, I’m sorry for the delay
I was on the phone buyin’ hundred band shit off eBay
You know when we on tour
We gotta make a stop for some snacks
On the mothafuckin’ speedway
You know when we on tour
We gotta make a stop for some snacks
On the mothafuckin’ speedway

[Hook: Chief Keef]
Bitch, I ball hard like Cailou
Ballin’ so hard might foul you
Money in my pocket, might buy you
Start gettin’ cash, they love you
Life that I live not for you
You fuck niggas in trouble
What comes with bein’ loyal
That mothafuckin’ royal
I’m a real fuckin’ nigga, I don’t care now
All that tough, talk get your man slammed
Swear I be feelin’ like Bank Roll
Around these fuck niggas, can’t stay ’round
Slide on your block, that’s a man down
Fuck around and get your fuckin’ mans drowned
Woo-Woo, that’s that ambulance sound
I got the shooters ridin’ with me nigga, stand down

[Verse 2: Chief Keef]
You and your motherfuckin’ boy lame
Me and them boys totin’ things
And that right there is a sure thing
And I am smokin’ that cure thing
I know you’re smellin’ this pure thing
You don’t be movin’ that pure ‘cane
This cash that I’m spendin’ is lil’ change
A quarter the size of my earrin’

[Verse 3: Tadoe]
Gettin’ to the guap don’t stall dog
Pass me the ball I’m a ball hog
Doin’ more numbers than a call log
Smokin’ on dope, it’s a fog log
And I just poured me a eight
And I just copped me a SRT8
Sosa just copped that Wraith
Who wanna bet that cake?

[Hook: Chief Keef]
Bitch, I ball hard like Cailou
Ballin’ so hard might foul you
Money in my pocket, might buy you
Start gettin’ cash, they love you
Life that I live not for you
You fuck niggas in trouble
What comes with bein’ loyal
That mothafuckin’ royal
I’m a real fuckin’ nigga, I don’t care now
All that tough, talk get your man slammed
Swear I be feelin’ like Bank Roll
Around these fuck niggas, can’t stay ’round
Slide on your block, that’s a man down
Fuck around and get your fuckin’ mans drowned
Woo-Woo, that’s that ambulance sound
I got the shooters ridin’ with me nigga, stand down

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Tyga – Feel Me (feat. Kanye West)

[Intro: Tyga & Kanye West]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Aye this shit gotta be club
Car and pussy at the highest level, nigga
Ah! Bitch I’m the shit, feel me?
Them niggas ain’t this, feel me?
911 on my wrist feel me?
Not the time but the whip, bitch, feel me?

[Hook: Tyga & Kanye West]
Kylie Jenner thick, you gotta feel me
"Happy birthday, here’s a Benz", feel me?
First, last name rich, feel me?
Yeah, bitch, I’m the shit, feel me?
We at the highest level, feel me?
I’m at the dealership like what’s the dealy?
Usher Raymond chain, it’s too chilly
Usher Raymond chain, it’s too chilly!

[Verse 1: Tyga]
I need my cash money
A milli, a milli, a milli, a milli
These bitches is litty, my niggas is litty
We lit up the city, you feel me?
My hitters is humble, we hit up the city
We skrrt off, we eat in a Bentley
Take her shoppin’
But can’t get that python through customs
Hundred K for the PJ, fuck it
Garment bags, no luggage, feel me?
Getting money, you relate, feel me?
Bank account liftin’ weights, feel me?
Let my niggas through the gate, feel me?
Bel-Air estates (huh!)
Hansen’s with the cake
I’m hands on with that cake
I need my bitches A1
I got a lot at stake, feel me?

[Hook: Tyga & Kanye West]
We at the highest level, yeah I know you feel me
I’m at the dealership like what’s the dealy?
Usher Raymond chain, it’s too chilly
Usher Raymond chain, it’s too chilly!
Kim K thick, you gotta feel me
At the dealership like what’s the dealy?
Usher Raymond chain, it’s too chilly!
Usher Raymond chain, it’s too chilly!

[Verse 2: Kanye West]
Flew in for the fight, that’s that thug life
Pac sittin’ shotgun next to Suge Knight
Coogi, Coogi, Coogi, Coogi on
Feels like I’m in the movie, holmes
Texted my Consigliere
Tell the maid leave the Jacuzzi on
(Who you tryna get crazy with? Don’t you know I’m loco?)
That Calabasas ‘cross the sweatshirt
I wear it to a meetin’ like a dress shirt
Top shotta put the pressure
Jamaican nigga with the mesh shirt
There’s levels to my retail
The devil’s in the detail
Niggas be typin’ hard as hell
Goin’ heavy metal on the email
Niggas be so emo
Catch feelings like a female
Get quiet as a church mouse
Phone soundin’ like a seashell
Niggas get so choked up
I had to bring back the Spreewells, hahah

[Hook: Tyga & Kanye West]
We at the highest level, yeah I know you feel me
I’m at the dealership like what’s the dealy?
Usher Raymond chain, it’s too chilly
Usher Raymond chain, it’s too chilly!

[Outro: Kanye West & Tyga]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Usher Raymond chain, it’s too chilly
Usher Raymond chain, it’s too chilly!
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

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TYGA – Feel Me lyrics

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah man
Aye this shit gotta be club, car and pussy at the highest level, nigga
Bitch I’m the shit (Feel me?)
Them niggas ain’t this
Feel me? Skrrt
9-11 on my wrist Feel me?
Not the time but the whip, bitch
Feel me?

Kylie Jenner thick, you gotta feel me
Happy birthday, here’s a Benz, feel me?
First, last name rich, feel me?
Yeah, bitch, I’m the shit, feel me?
We at the highest level, feel me?
I’m at the dealership like what’s the dealy?
Usher Raymond chain, it’s too chilly
Usher Raymond chain, it’s too chilly!

I need my cash money, a milli, a milli, a milli, a milli, a milli
These bitches is litty, my niggas is litty, we lit up the city, you feel me?
My hitters is humble, we hit up the city, we skrrt off we eat in a Bentley
Take her shoppin’ but can’t get that python through customs
Hundred k for the PJ, fuck it, garment bags, no luggage, feel me?
Getting money, you relate, feel me?
Bank account liftin’ weights, feel me?
Let my niggas through the gate, feel me?
Bel-Air estates, huh
Hansen’s with the cake, huh
I’m hands on with that cake
I need my bitches A1
I got a lot at stake, feel me?

We at the highest level, yeah I know you feel me
I’m at the dealership like what’s the dealy?
Usher Raymond chain, it’s too chilly
Usher Raymond chain, it’s too chilly!
Kim K thick, you gotta feel me
At the dealership like what’s the dealy?
Usher Raymond chain, it’s too chilly
Usher Raymond chain, it’s too chilly

Flew in for the fight, that’s that thug life
Pac sittin’ shotgun next to Suge Knight
Coogie, Coogie, Coogie, Coogie on
Feels like I’m in the movie, holmes
Texted my Consigliere
Tell the maid leave the Jacuzzi on
(Who you tryna get crazy with? Don’t you know I’m loco?)
That Calabasas ‘cross the sweatshirt
I wear it to a meetin’ like a dress shirt
Top shotta put the pressure
Jamaican nigga with the mesh shirt
There’s levels to my retail
The devil’s in the detail
Niggas be typin’ hard as hell
Goin’ heavy metal on the email
Niggas be so emo, catch feelings like a female
Get quiet as a church mouse
Phone soundin’ like a seashell
Niggas get so choked up
I had to bring back the Spreewells

We at the highest level, yeah I know you feel me
I’m at the dealership like what’s the dealy?
Usher Raymond chain, it’s too chilly
Usher Raymond chain, it’s too chilly!

Usher Raymond chain, it’s too chilly
Usher Raymond chain, it’s too chilly
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

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Tyga – Feel Me lyrics

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah man
Aye this shit gotta be club, car and pussy at the highest level nigga
Bitch I’m the shit
(Feel me?)
Them niggas ain’t this
Feel me? Skrrt
9-11 on my wrist
Feel me?
Not the time but the whip, bitch
Feel me?

Kylie Jenner thick, you gotta feel me
Happy birthday, here’s a Benz, feel me?
First, last name rich, feel me?
Yeah, bitch, I’m the shit, feel me?
We at the highest level, feel me?
I’m at the dealership like what’s the dealy?
Usher Raymond chain, it’s too chilly
(Usher Raymond chain, it’s too chilly!)

I need my cash money, a mili, a mili, a mili, a mili, a mili
These bitches is litty, my niggas is litty, we lit up the city, you feel me?
My haters is humble, we hit up the city, we skrrt off with [?]
Take her shoppin’ but can’t get that python through customs
Hundred k for the PJ, fuck it, garment bags, no luggage, feel me?
Getting money, you relate, feel me?
Bank account liftin’ weights, feel me?
Let my niggas through the gate, feel me?
Bel-Air estates, huh
[?] with the cake, huh
I’m hands on with that cake
I need my bitches A1
I got a lot at stake, feel me?

We at the highest level, yeah I know you feel me
I’m at the dealership like what’s the dealy?
Usher Raymond chain, it’s too chilly
(Usher Raymond chain, it’s too chilly!)
Kim K thick, you gotta feel me
At the dealership like what’s the dealy?
Usher Raymond chain, it’s too chilly
Usher Raymond chain, it’s too chilly

Flew in for the fight, that’s that thug life
Pac sittin’ shotgun next to Suge Knight
Coogie Coogie, Coogie, Coogie on
Feels like I’m in the movie holmes
Texted my Consigliere
Tell the maid leave the Jacuzzi on
(Who you tryna get crazy with, don’t you know I’m loco?)
That Calabasas ‘cross a sweatshirt
I wear it to a meeting like a dress shirt
Top shot, I’ll put the pressure
To make a nigga with the measure
There’s levels to my retail
The devil’s in the detail
Niggas be typing hard as hell
Going heavy metal on the email
Niggas be so emo, catchin’ feelings like a female
Get quiet as a church mouse
Phone sounding like a seashell
Niggas get so choked up, I had to bring back the [?]

We at the highest level, yeah I know you feel me
I’m at the dealership like what’s the dealy?
Usher Raymond chain, it’s too chilly
(Usher Raymond chain, it’s too chilly!)

Usher Raymond chain, it’s too chilly
Usher Raymond chain, it’s too chilly
Usher Raymond chain, it’s too chilly
Usher Raymond chain, it’s too chilly
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

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OnCue – Eat Your Heart Out

[Verse 1]
Yeah
Here we go again
We’re not the same as we were back then
Thought I told ya that we prolly better off as friends
To keep it buck I can’t stand ya
I don’t wanna to pretend
I don’t know where to begin, ay
I ain’t really fuckin’ with you
But I love fuckin’ you
That must be my problem
I was born with a dick, girl
Wrote some songs
Paid some some dues
Now I’m the fucking shit, girl
Used to be blood, no Piru
Now it’s all hit girl
Swear on everything
You don’t need me
Your idea of a good weekend is PJ’s, TV
I ain’t creepin’ but everytime we get back together I look in the mirror and I don’t see me
That’s a problem
That’s a problem I got a lot of ’em and I stay inside ’em
And I don’t leave them for much (Much!)
Shit I told you from the jump (Jump!)
That I’m broken all inside
Baby I don’t like to front
But my plan is to take the world over
Sit on top and just stunt
I ain’t worried about them other guys
My hunch is that they lunch, oh yeah

[Bridge]
We should let this go, girl
I swear that you don’t listen
Won’t you take my word, yeah
I promise you’re not missing out on anything
Say you trippin’ and bitchin’ at me, oh

[Hook]
Go and eat your heart out
Oh, go and eat your heart out
Go, go, go, go , and eat your heart out
Go, go, go, go and eat your heart out, now
Go and eat your heart out, now

[Verse 2]
You used to be the one who took the pain away
Kept it real with me, always set me straight
I used to hit it hard like an 808
Now your life is DVR and gaining weight
God damn it, wrong places
Walk around the crib like it was filled with hot sand
If I say a wrong statement
My stance is always sorry
But you won’t take it
Please, can you, candor?
Girl, you filled with hatred
You don’t even realize
You got a season pass to this dick
And you still ridin’
You pry and you ask
Pick a bitch and you still fight it
You swear that you love me up and down and you stand by it
I think you on auto pilot, honestly
Yeah, your boy taking over
Been plottin’ on this shit since I cut toys and the sodas
Oh, yeah, damn I’m a soldier
So give me a fucking Rover and a Anna Kournikova
Yeah, I’m good

[Bridge]
We should let this go, girl
I swear that you don’t listen
Won’t you take my word, yeah
I promise you’re not missing out on anything
Say you trippin’ and bitchin’ at me, oh

[Hook]
Go and eat your heart out
Oh, go and eat your heart out
Go, go, go, go and eat your heart out
Go, go, go, go and eat your heart out, now
Go and eat your heart out, now

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Meek Mill – You Know lyrics

[INTRO: Nicki Minaj]
You know baby, somethin’ ’bout you lately
You know, you know, you (one time) never seize to amaze me

[Hook: Meek Mill]
And you know, and you know
He don’t be fuckin’ you like I be fuckin’ you
He wanna hug you and make you uncomfortable
You know, shawty, you know
All you gotta do is hit a nigga phone one time
I’mma pull up on you fourth quarter when it’s crunch time
You know
[Verse 1: Meek Mill]
When I pull up to the crib (pull up, pull up)
Hurry up and get dressed (what’s up, what’s up)
Spend a couple hours on your makeup
Twenty minutes I done made that to a mess
And you know like I know
I was your side nigga, you was my side hoe
He broke you in, I’m the one broke you out though
‘Cause you got that D and you turned into El Chapo
Run from that nigga if he drive by your house though
This that Givenchy, that new Saint Laurent flow
This that go cash out that G65 flow
I like you, you hit the lotto
I put you on to the Perc and Moscato
I put you on to fuckin’ in Cabo
Said we would only fuck once and would stop though
You know that’s a lie though

[Hook: Meek Mill]
And you know, and you know
He don’t be fuckin’ you like I be fuckin’ you
He wanna hug you and make you uncomfortable
You know, shawty, you know
All you gotta do is hit a nigga phone one time
I’mma pull up on you fourth quarter when it’s crunch time
You know

[Verse 2: YFN Lucci]
Uh you know, they don’t never do it better than the boy
Have you in the dealer like a kid pick a toy
Lord she say that she never been on a PJ, mile high
Fuck her and her friend on the PJ
You know I flew that girl to Turks on her bday
I got up under her skirt on her bday
Know I keep it in the stash house, on keepsake
Know I walked in, a hundred thou on the pre-k
Yeah, a hundred thou, back to back for a week straight
Girl you know how we play

[Hook: Meek Mill]
And you know, and you know
He don’t be fuckin’ you like I be fuckin’ you
He wanna hug you and make you uncomfortable
You know, shawty, you know
All you gotta do is hit a nigga phone one time
I’mma pull up on you fourth quarter when it’s crunch time
You know

[Bridge: Meek Mill]
You stay a hundred with me, I stay a hundred with you
They wasn’t fuckin’ with me, ’cause I was fuckin’ with you
They said “She fuckin’ with him” I’m like, “She fuckin’ with who?”
‘Cause now she fuckin’ with me, ha

[Hook: Meek Mill]
He don’t be fuckin’ you like I be fuckin’ you
He wanna hug you and make you uncomfortable
You know, shawty, you know
All you gotta do is hit a nigga phone one time
I’mma pull up on you fourth quarter when it’s crunch time
You know

[Outro: Nicki Minaj (Meek Mill)]
You know baby, somethin’ ’bout you lately
You know, you know, you (one time) never seize to amaze me (crunch time)
You know baby, somethin’ ’bout you lately
You know, you know, you (one time) never seize to amaze me (crunch time)
(One time, crunch time, you know)
You know, you know
You know, you know
(You know, you know, you know)
(You know, you know, you know)

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Meek Mill – You Know

[Hook: Meek Mill]
And you know, and you know
He don’t be fuckin’ you like I be fuckin’ you
He wanna hug you and make you uncomfortable
You know, shawty, you know
All you gotta do is hit a nigga phone one time
I’mma pull up on you fourth quarter when it’s crunch time
You know

[Verse 1: Meek Mill]
When I pull up to the crib (pull up, pull up)
Hurry up and get dressed (what’s up, what’s up)
Spend a couple hours on your makeup
Twenty minutes I done made that to a mess
And you know like I know
I was your side nigga, you was my side hoe
He broke you in, I’m the one broke you out though
‘Cause you got that D and you turned into El Chapo
Run from that nigga if he drive by your house though
This that Givenchy, that new Saint Laurent flow
This that go cash out that G65 flow
I like you, you hit the lotto
I put you on to the Perc and Moscato
I put you on to fuckin’ in Cabo
Said we would only fuck once and would stop though
You know that’s a lie though
[Hook: Meek Mill]
And you know, and you know
He don’t be fuckin’ you like I be fuckin’ you
He wanna hug you and make you uncomfortable
You know, shawty, you know
All you gotta do is hit a nigga phone one time
I’mma pull up on you fourth quarter when it’s crunch time
You know

[Verse 2: YFN Lucci]
Uh you know, they don’t never do it better than the boy
Have you in the dealer like a kid pick a toy
Lord she say that she never been on a PJ, mile high
Fuck her and her friend on the PJ
You know I flew that girl to Turks on her bday
I got up under her skirt on her bday
Know I keep it in the stash house, on keepsake
Know I walked in, a hundred thou on the pre-k
Yeah, a hundred thou, back to back for a week straight
Girl you know how we play

[Hook: Meek Mill]
And you know, and you know
He don’t be fuckin’ you like I be fuckin’ you
He wanna hug you and make you uncomfortable
You know, shawty, you know
All you gotta do is hit a nigga phone one time
I’mma pull up on you fourth quarter when it’s crunch time
You know

[Bridge: Meek Mill]
You stay a hundred with me, I stay a hundred with you
They wasn’t fuckin’ with me, ’cause I was fuckin’ with you
They said “She fuckin’ with him” I’m like, “She fuckin’ with who?”
‘Cause now she fuckin’ with me, ha

[Hook: Meek Mill]
He don’t be fuckin’ you like I be fuckin’ you
He wanna hug you and make you uncomfortable
You know, shawty, you know
All you gotta do is hit a nigga phone one time
I’mma pull up on you fourth quarter when it’s crunch time
You know

[Outro: Nicki Minaj (Meek Mill)]
You know baby, somethin’ ’bout you lately
You know, you know, you (one time) never seize to amaze me (crunch time)
You know baby, somethin’ ’bout you lately
You know, you know, you (one time) never seize to amaze me (crunch time)
(One time, crunch time, you know)
You know, you know
You know, you know
(You know, you know, you know)
(You know, you know, you know)

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DJ SpinKing – Hell Yeah (feat. Zoey Dollaz & French Montana) (For The Culture Mixtape) letras

[Hook: Zoey Dollaz]
Bad bitch? Hell yeah
Hair did? Hell yeah
Nails did? Hell yeah
Is them bitches hatin’ on her? Hell yeah
Woop, she a bad bitch
Woop, she a bad bitch
Woop, she a bad bitch
Bitches hatin’ on her, she a bad bitch

[Verse 1: Zoey Dollaz]
Bad bitch? Hell yeah
Nails did, hair did? Hell yeah
Got her own bread, she don’t need a male care
And them bitches hatin’ on her need welfare
Woop, woop, and she foreign
She pull up in the foreign
Them niggas couldn’t ignore it
She knows she’s the shit
She call herself Miss Important
And you lame niggas thinkin’ you ballin’
You ain’t scorin’, huh
Lame nigga, that’s my bitch
And she only fuck with real niggas, that’s it
So you can’t get her nigga, hell nah
And them others bitches hatin’ cause they fell off

[Hook: Zoey Dollaz & (French Montana)]
Bad bitch? Hell yeah (Woop)
Hair did? Hell yeah (Woop)
Nails did? Hell yeah (Skrrr)
Is them bitches hatin’ on her? Hell yeah (Hannn)
Woop, she a bad bitch (Hell yeah, hannn)
Woop, she a bad bitch (Hell yeah, hannn)
Woop, she a bad bitch (Hell yeah, hannn)
Bitches hatin’ on her, she a bad bitch (Hell yeah)

[Verse 2: French Montana]
Straight to the money? Hell yeah
That’s why they actin’ funny? Hell yeah
In the foreign I’ma wake up, hell yeah
That’s why she want me to pick up? Hell yeah
If she drop it to the ground, baby, hell yeah
I’ma get the crocodile Birkin, baby, hell yeah
PJ’s to the PJ’s, hell yeah
Five stacks on her weave hair, hell yeah
Bump on the wrist watch, blew her brains out
And that coupe with the rip top
Shout out to [?]
I’ma hit it, pass it to Zoey, hell yeah
I’ma make the cash, I’ma blow it, hell yeah

[Hook: Zoey Dollaz]
Bad bitch? Hell yeah
Hair did? Hell yeah
Nails did? Hell yeah
Is them bitches hatin’ on her? Hell yeah
Woop, she a bad bitch
Woop, she a bad bitch
Woop, she a bad bitch
Bitches hatin’ on her, she a bad bitch

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DJ SpinKing – Hell Yeah Lyrics

[Hook: Zoey Dollaz]
Bad bitch? Hell yeah
Hair did? Hell yeah
Nails did? Hell yeah
Is them bitches hatin’ on her? Hell yeah
Woop, she a bad bitch
Woop, she a bad bitch
Woop, she a bad bitch
Bitches hatin’ on her, she a bad bitch

[Verse 1: Zoey Dollaz]
Bad bitch? Hell yeah
Nails did, hair did? Hell yeah
Got her own [?], she don’t need a [?]
And them bitches hatin’ on her need welfare
Woop, woop, and she foreign
She pull up in the foreign
Them niggas couldn’t ignore it
She knows she’s the shit
She call herself Miss Important
And you lame niggas thinkin’ you ballin’
You ain’t scorin’, huh
Lame nigga, that’s my bitch
And she only fuck with real niggas, that’s it
So you can’t get a nigga, hell nah
And them others bitches hatin’ cause they fell off
[Hook: Zoey Dollaz & (French Montana)]
Bad bitch? Hell yeah (Woop)
Hair did? Hell yeah (Woop)
Nails did? Hell yeah (Skrrr)
Is them bitches hatin’ on her? Hell yeah (Hannn)
Woop, she a bad bitch (Hell yeah, hannn)
Woop, she a bad bitch (Hell yeah, hannn)
Woop, she a bad bitch (Hell yeah, hannn)
Bitches hatin’ on her, she a bad bitch (Hell yeah)

[Verse 2: French Montana]
Straight to the money? Hell yeah
That’s why they actin’ funny? Hell yeah
In the foreign I’ma wake up, hell yeah
That’s why she wann’ me to pick up? Hell yeah
If she drop it to the ground, baby, hell yeah
I’ma get the crocodile Birkin, baby, hell yeah
PJ’s to the PJ’s, hell yeah
Five stacks on her weave hair, hell yeah
Bump on the wrist watch, [?] out
And that coupe with the rip top
Shout out to [?]
I’ma hit it, pass it to Zoey, hell yeah
I’ma make the cash, I’ma blow it, hell yeah

[Hook: Zoey Dollaz]
Bad bitch? Hell yeah
Hair did? Hell yeah
Nails did? Hell yeah
Is them bitches hatin’ on her? Hell yeah
Woop, she a bad bitch
Woop, she a bad bitch
Woop, she a bad bitch
Bitches hatin’ on her, she a bad bitch