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Future & Young Thug – Mink Flow

[Intro: Future & Young Thug]
One penthouse, two Benz
This for shorty and her girlfriend, yeah
I feel like I’m Hercules, oh
You gone get paid if you work for me, oh

[Verse 1: Young Thug]
About to feed my dogs, need pedigree, oh
Ain’t letting no money get away from me, ohh
TSA ain’t ready for me
These bitches wish they was bartenders, just to get next to me
The latest coupe, way too fast, you can’t get next to me
And I want the smoke, for real
These 40’s gone choke, for real
.45, no colt
Nigga getting left afloat
Nah, we ain’t writing no note
Never, nah
I ain’t gotta ride to the store no more
I’ma let the Maybach go
The pent got a pole in it
The marvelous Raf Simmons
Four levels in it
I ain’t even know you was in it

[Chorus: Young Thug]
You can make love in the morning
Cat Mink flow, I’m warm
Got millions, just stay calm
Nigga get turned upside down
I was rich way before the gang
I was slime way before the name
Kill shit like today
And that’s all I gotta say
Ain’t leading you wrong

[Verse 2: Future]
Runnin’ the cars
Stealin’ bombs
Hope you blow up
All this ice on my neck will make you throw up (yeah)
Flew some bitch from Abu Dhabi, ready to go up (yeah)
Soon as we give it to the streets, the price go up
Up, up out of here, gone to Mercury
All Chanel stores around the globe heard of me
Might as well give it ’em now and catch the first degree
Steven Spielberg shit with the currency
Rock them dog collar chains, P. Diddy (P. Diddy)
I can’t let her go nowhere, she too pretty, truthfully
She gone have a bad day, she ever think about crossing me
I done paid all the lawyers, but they can’t talk for me
When it come to closing deals, I finger fuck currency
Pop a half a pill and chill, all my ice is currently (all my ice is currently)
Plain jane, Richard Mille, I had to let my wrist breathe (breathe)
Almost got frostbit when I rocked my AP
Give this bitch a minute to breathe
Looks can be deceiving, yeh
Looks can deceiving
We going through like speeding
I fucked this bad European (foreign)
She took the phone, I think she scheming
Ain’t been to sleep been stopped dreaming
If it ain’t stress, you must be grieving
Looks can be deceiving

[Chorus: Young Thug]
You can make love in the morning
Cat Mink flow, I’m warm
Got millions, just stay calm
Nigga get turned upside down
I was rich way before the gang
I was slime way before the name
Kill shit like today
And that’s all I gotta say
Ain’t leading you wrong

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FUTURE – Mink Flow lyrics

[Intro: Future & Young Thug]
One penthouse, two Benz
This for shorty and her girlfriend, yeah
I feel like I’m Hercules, oh
You gone get paid if you work for me, oh

[Verse 1: Young Thug]
About to feed my dogs, need pedigree, oh
Ain’t letting no money get away from me, ohh
TSA ain’t ready for me
These bitches wish they was bartenders, just to get next to me
The latest coupe, way too fast, you can’t get next to me
And I want the smoke, for real
These 40’s, I tote, for real
.45, no colt
Nigga getting left afloat
Nah, we ain’t writing no note
Never, nah
I ain’t gotta ride to the store no more
I’ma let the Maybach go
The pent got a pole in it
The marvelous Raf Simmons
Four levels in it
I ain’t even know you was in it

[Chorus: Young Thug]
You can make love in the morning
That Mink flow, I’m warm
Got milly in the safe, come
Nigga get turned upside down
I was rich way before the gang
I was slime way before the name
Kill sh*t like today
And that’s all I gotta say
Ain’t leading you wrong

[Verse 2: Future]
Runnin’ the cars
Stealin’ bombs
Hope you blow up
All this ice on my neck will make you throw up (yeah)
Flew some bitch from Abu Dhabi, ready to go up (yeah)
Soon as we give it to the streets, the price go up
Up, up out of here, gone to Mercury
All Chanel stores around the globe heard of me
Might as well give it ’em now and catch the first degree
Steven Spielberg sh*t with the currency
Rock them dog collar chains, P. Diddy (P. Diddy)
I can’t let her go nowhere, she too pretty, truthfully
She gone have a bad day, she ever think about crossing me
I done paid all the lawyers, but they can’t talk for me
When it come to closing deals, I finger f*ck currency
Pop a half a pill and chill, all my ice is currently (all my ice is currently)
Plain jane, Richard Mille, I had to let my wrist breathe (breathe)
Almost got frostbit when I rocked my AP
Give this bitch a minute to breathe
Looks can be deceiving, yeh
Looks can deceiving
We going through like speeding
I f*cked this bad European (foreign)
She took the phone, I think she scheming
Ain’t been to sleep been stopped dreaming
If it ain’t stress, you must be grieving
Looks can be deceiving

[Chorus: Young Thug]
You can make love in the morning
That Mink flow, I’m warm
Got milly in the safe, come
Nigga get turned upside down
I was rich way before the gang
I was slime way before the name
Kill sh*t like today
And that’s all I gotta say
Ain’t leading you wrong

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Roy Wood$ – Whole Lot (Remix)

[Intro: Young Thug]
Yeah nigga issa knife and all know what I’m sayin?
Yeah nigga I hit ya wife and all know what I’m sayin?

[Hook: Roy Wood$]
Don’t ask if I’m good if greatness is around me
Can’t listen to one song and say that you found me (no, no, nooo)
I step on and kill every bug that’s around me (just like an ant)
My circle is small like the kid that [?] me, yeah yeah
Mama a trooper, she always beside me, yeah yeah
Always see shooters and dope boys beside me, yeah yeah
So you know where to find me
My yute a wisely, don’t pree can’t size me

[Verse 1]
Water is on me, you call me Poseidon
You gon’ tell me when to dive in
Condo, mansion dining
I need my pussy like ooo
I like swimming as long as it’s private
You fuck with my niggas don’t hide it
I handle business in private
Let me put you on to my shit
21, fuckin on ya daughter
Bank can’t handle my deposits
Each day money gettin longer
Mean ting lookin too gorgeous
Ya need visine I can’t find her
I got her in my palm like Marlon
I ain’t talkin Marlon Palmer
Said I’d call back but I don’t call her
Said I’d text back but I don’t bother
I’ma swim in her sea like an otter
Shawty gimme clean head she the barber
Nellyville swag but I feel like ASAP got Raf Simmons on my legs
Bitch don’t touch my Raf
Bitch don’t touch my Raf
Nellyville swag but I feel like ASAP got Raf Simmons on my legs
Bitch don’t touch my Raf
Bitch don’t touch my Raf (okay)

[Hook]
Don’t ask if I’m good if greatness is around me
Can’t listen to one song and say that you found me
I step on and kill every bug that’s around me (just like an ant)
My circle is small like the kid that [?] me, yeah yeah
Momma a trooper, she always beside me, yeah yeah
Always see shooters and dope boys beside me, yeah yeah
So you know where to find me
My yute a wisely, don’t pree can’t size me

[Verse 2]
Got a whole lotta cash
Whole lotta plates
Whole lotta niggas put a nigga in his place
Whole lotta sorrow, but I got blessings so I can’t feel what ya feel say less ting
Whole lotta problems, with ya intentions, can’t read my next move if you’re dyslexic
Whole lotta brands
Whole lotta Gucci, now these niggas rockin Louie like I ain’t used to
A whole lotta cash
Whole lotta dawgs, separate myself from the world, with the gods
Whole lotta snakes, whole lotta greats and I still know who keep it real to my face
And a whole lotta checks, a whole lotta questions, a whole lotta reasons they feel suspension
A whole lotta niggas, whole lotta bitches, 2017 they wanna switch the position
Niggas turn cyatties, I’ma grown man I don’t play with my girl
She love my hair dreads a Jheri curl
Show no face brain dead from a girl

[Hook]
Don’t ask if I’m good if greatness is around me
Can’t listen to one song and say that you found me (you don’t know)
I step on and kill every bug that’s around me
My circle is small like the kid that [?] meeee
Momma a trooper, she always beside meeee
Always see shooters and dope boys beside meeee
You know where to find me
My yute a wisely, don’t pree can’t size me

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Roy Woods – Whole Lot Remix Lyrics

[Intro: Young Thug]
Yeah nigga issa knife and all know what I’m sayin?
Yeah nigga I hit ya wife and all know what I’m sayin?

[Hook: Roy Wood$]
Don’t ask if I’m good if greatness is around me
Can’t listen to one song and say that you found me
I step on and kill every bug that’s around me (just like an ant)
My circle is small like the kid that [?] me, yeah yeah
Momma a trooper, she always beside me, yeah yeah
Always see shooters and dope boys beside me, yeah yeah
So you know where to find me
My yute a wisely, don’t pree can’t size me

[Verse 1]
Water is on me, you call me Poseidon
You gon’ tell me when to dive in
Condo, mansion dining
I need my pussy like ooo
? as long as it’s private
You fuck with my niggas don’t hide it
I handle business in private
Let me put you on to my shit
21, fuckin on ya daughter
Bank can’t handle my deposits
Each day money gettin longer
Mean ting lookin too gorgeous
Ya need visine I can’t find her
I got her in my palm like ?
I ain’t talkin ?
Said I’d call back but I don’t call her
Said I’d text back but I don’t bother
I’ma swing when ?
Shawty gimme clean head she the barber
Nellyville swag but I feel like ASAP got Raf Simmons on my legs
Bitch don’t touch my Raf
Bitch don’t touch my Raf
Nellyville swag but I feel like ASAP got Raf Simmons on my legs
Bitch don’t touch my Raf
Bitch don’t touch my Raf (okay)

[Hook]
Don’t ask if I’m good if greatness is around me
Can’t listen to one song and say that you found me
I step on and kill every bug that’s around me (just like an ant)
My circle is small like the kid that [?] me, yeah yeah
Momma a trooper, she always beside me, yeah yeah
Always see shooters and dope boys beside me, yeah yeah
So you know where to find me
My yute a wisely, don’t pree can’t size me

[Verse 2]
Got a whole lotta cash
Whole lotta plates
Whole lotta niggas put a nigga in his place
Whole lotta sorrow, but I got blessings so I can’t feel what ya feel say rest ting
Whole lotta problems, with ya intentions, can’t read my next move if you’re dyslexic
Whole lotta brands
Whole lotta Gucci, now these niggas rockin Louie like I ain’t used to
A whole lotta cash
Whole lotta dawgs, separate myself from the world, with the gods
Whole lotta snakes, whole lotta greats and I still know who keep it real to my face
And a whole lotta ?, a whole lotta questions, a whole lotta reasons they feel suspension
A whole lotta niggas, whole lotta bitches, 2017 they wanna switch the position
Niggas turn ?, I’ma grown man I don’t play with my girl
She love my hair dreads a Jheri curl
Show no face ?

[Hook]
Don’t ask if I’m good if greatness is around me
Can’t listen to one song and say that you found me (you don’t know)
I step on and kill every bug that’s around me
My circle is small like the kid that [?] meeee
Momma a trooper, she always beside meeee
Always see shooters and dope boys beside meeee
You know where to find me
My yute a wisely, don’t pree can’t size me

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Never Lose

Lyrics to ‘Never Lose’ by Meek Mill:

–Snippet–

–Intro: Lihtz Kamraz–
Raf Simmons on my shoes
I would never lose, I would never lose
(Infamous, infamous, infamous)
Yeah, yeah, yeah

–Chorus: Lihtz Kamraz–
[??] that’s in real life
Flood the rollie, drop the [??]
[??] I was still shining
My bitch out here tryna play me, she crazy
I’m fucking models on the daily
Anyway a nigga chose, I would never lose, I would never lose
I would never lose

–Verse ?: Meek Mill–
Somethin’ that I been through
Wins and them loses, turned us to bosses
Yeah, when them niggas started hated, man that’s when they lost us
Yeah, seen their bitches swtichin’ sides soon as they cross us
Fuck ’em
But I never trip and I feel like that ball I’ma [??]

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Shabazz PBG & Dolan Beats – Package

[Hook: Shabazz PBG]
Get em’ in got my own shit, half a Mil on my own bitch
And I’m still in the same shit, and I still fuck the same bitch
And I still got the same clip, hundred round choppa’ stainless
Leave a op nigga brainless, niggas rapping but ain’t saying shit
Ten bands make your mans switch, V12 make the Benz flip
Need Percs and Xans scripts, hi-points gon’ jam bitch
Raf Simmons no Stan Smiths, fuck your man he a damn snitch
Do the dash with a bad bitch, clip longer than my damn glick

[Verse 1: Shabazz PBG]
Rap niggas on fan shit, walk down on some man shit
Play with my Dons we stalking your shit
Play with my cash your ass gon’ get hit
Spend ten on my damn fit, double C on the bad bitch
FN this a hand stick, go to New York like a damn Knick
Sipping foo like now your ass sick
Dolan on the beat you know its a hit
Glock 23 and it came in a package
AR Pistol put it under the mattress
Landed in Vegas I picked up the work
Fucked up the beat then I fucked up the curb
Shooters creeping and they wait for the word
Around the ops playing man hunt
50 round leave your man slumped
Lil bitch

[Hook: Shabazz PBG]
Get em’ in got my own shit, half a Mil on my own bitch
And I’m still in the same shit, and I still fuck the same bitch
And I still got the same clip, hundred round choppa’ stainless
Leave a op nigga brainless, niggas rapping but ain’t saying shit
Ten bands make your mans switch, V12 make the Benz flip
Need Percs and Xans scripts, hi-points gon’ jam bitch
Raf Simmons no Stan Smiths, fuck your man he a damn snitch
Do the dash with a bad bitch, clip longer than my damn glick

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GoldLink – Summatime (feat. Wale & Radiant Children)

[Intro: Radiant Children]
Young man you’re a gonner
Caught up in California
You’ve been lookin’ for gold
But there’s nottin’ to hold
Tell me have you seen him
I want to tell’em how I’m feeling
Yeah I say (yeee)
I haven’t seen you seen you since the summatime
But you, I used to think about you all the time
Back when I was still tryin’ to make you mine
These days you don’t even know me
These days you don’t even phone me
It’s a love crime, it’s a love crime

[Verse 1:GoldLink]
Yeah she call me her hubby
She love me but she in California
Want to be the talk of the town, well move to California
Duck out just to fuck her, so nobody knows it’s California
Bottom feed me women, there’s so many they need marijuana
And some good head, and you tell’em turn they phone off
Tell them get so loose, then we catch them with their shirt off
Girl take that skirt off, now put on your work clothes
And baby put that guard down, we gonna piss the neighbors off
Then I gotta go, girl to catch you at your day job
Keep it all discreet, then I meet you in the nighttime
You smell like the summatime, finer than a glass of wine
You know that I speak in code, they don’t ever have to know
Keep it on the hush, hush Keep it on the DM
You slide down a poll, then i’m sliding down you TM
They don’t know no details, do you fine like detail
Imma blow your back out and your boyfriend get no details (yeah)

[Chorus: Radiant Children]
I haven’t seen you seen you since the summatime
But you I used to think about you all the time
Back when I was still tryin’ to make you mine
These days you don’t even know me
These days you don’t even phone me
It’s a love crime, it’s a love crime

[Verse 2:Wale]
(eeh)
She call me on her early, she yearning for it from California
I don’t got no girlfriend, but got some workers in California
I be in that [?] Cannabis California
And I be the prince of my city, bitch where my Apollonia
Been a poet that’s been preforming for deaf ears
Raf Simmons my sweat suit hear me loud clear
Back to back in a matte black
When I fuck and i call her back
When i’m stuck cause I think she left one of her glass slippers
Cinderella what’s your real intentions
You want to move to Calabasas but it’s too expensive
You want to be with Yeezy, Travis, Migos, or the Genis
You want to fuck a hunnid rappers if it gets you nearer
Keep it on the hush hush, keep it on the DL
I be in your dreams, but they be in your DMs
And my only weakness reefer or them females
Me and Goldlink second home is that 310

[Chorus: Radiant Children] (x2)
I haven’t seen you seen you since the summatime
But you I used to think of you all the time
Back when I was still tryin’ to make you mine
These days you don’t even know me
These days you don’t even phone me
It’s a love crime, it’s a love crime

[Outro]
Oooooooo (oooohhh)