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Zoey Dollaz – Post & Delete (feat. Chris Brown)

Intro: Zoey Dollaz]
Woah
Woah, lit

[Pre-Chorus: Chris Brown]
I’ve been drinking so much champagne (wow)
See me swerving in the Wraith (yeah)
She act like I’m her chauffeur (yeah)
She want a standing ovation (yeah)
Yeah, tryna be part of that wave (wave)
Commas as if we conversate (conversate)
Tryna throw it in my face (face)
Tryna get me out my game, I say

[Chorus: Chris Brown]
Post and delete, yeah (wow)
Post and delete, ha (yeah)
Post and delete, yeah
Woah, woah, post and delete, hit it
Post and delete, (yeah) indecisive (wow)
Post and delete, (wow)
Post and delete, (yeah, wow)
Post and delete

[Verse 1: Zoey Dollaz]
Hey little mama you trippin’ (trippin’)
I ain’t really with that issue (nah)
It’s gon’ really be some shit (shit)
If I get caught on the internet with you (with you)
I don’t really do the pictures (pictures)
We gon’ do this a little different (different)
It ain’t no touchin’ or no kissin’ (nah)
When we’re in public, shawty just listen (listen)
I post and delete, don’t keep it up
These people just tryna keep up with us (yeah)
Put two and two (ooh)
Tryna figure out if me and you are fuckin’ or what (yeah)
Shawty, you just want the wave (wave)
Fuckin’ with me ’cause I’m paid (paid)
Shawty, you already know (know)
‘Cause a young nigga made

[Pre-Chorus: Chris Brown]
I’ve been drinking so much champagne (wow)
See me swerving in the Wraith (yeah)
She act like I’m her chauffeur (yeah)
She want a standing ovation (yeah)
Yeah, tryna be part of that wave (wave)
Commas as if we conversate (conversate)
Tryna throw it in my face (face)
Tryna get me out my game, I say

[Chorus: Chris Brown]
Post and delete, yeah (wow)
Post and delete, ha (yeah)
Post and delete, yeah
Woah, woah, post and delete, hit it
Post and delete, (yeah) indecisive (wow)
Post and delete, (wow)
Post and delete, (yeah, wow)
Post and delete

[Verse 2: Chris Brown]
Had to block your account and unfollow your ass
Yeah, bitch, you the worst
And if you try to tag me, I’ma start spazzin’
Shade room and baller alert
I was just mindin’ my business, it was just me and my niggas
You started likin’ his pictures
I started pipin’ these bitches
Pussy pop a Perc’ and get busy
I’m about to fuck around and call this bitch
Like delete all that shit
Can’t keep my name out your mouth, eatin’ all that dick
Jugglin’ my balls and shit
Always tryna record my conversations like a fedorale
And everybody tryna race me like I’m Ricky Bobby
Black Pyramid, that don’t mean I’m Illuminati
Ain’t gotta pull a trigger, homies got a couple bodies, believe that
I ain’t with the fake shit, chopper gon’ spray shit
Bitch, you like Emoji with the faces
Never give the police my statement
Never say shit ’bout the bricks that I had up in my basement
Stop it, what the fuck you want from me?
Know my time and my money, bitch, that ain’t free
What you call a king with a chain? A masterpiece
And don’t talk that shit if you gon’ post and delete (bitch)

[Pre-Chorus: Chris Brown]
I’ve been drinking so much champagne (wow)
See me, swerving in the Wraith (yeah)
She act like I’m her chauffeur (yeah)
She want a standing ovation (yeah)
Yeah, tryna be part of that wave (wave)
Commas as if we conversate (conversate)
Tryna throw it in my face (face)
Tryna get me out my game, I say

[Chorus: Chris Brown]
Post and delete, yeah (wow)
Post and delete, ha (yeah)
Post and delete, yeah
Woah, woah, post and delete, hit it
Post and delete, (yeah) indecisive (wow)
Post and delete, (wow)
Post and delete, (yeah, wow)
Post and delete

[Verse 3: Zoey Dollaz]
Shawty, got all in her feelings
Told her, I ain’t with the Instagram
Little mama, when we chillin’?
I ain’t down with the filmin’
No Snapchat or no Periscope
You can do that shit but not buy me dope
Don’t want no pics in the Rover
How many time did I done told you?
Personally, that shit ain’t too cool with me
Everyone know you a freak
Tryna keep the shit low-key
So I just post and delete
You want the wave
Takin’ pictures when you up in the Wraith
Stars in the ceiling
They know when you in the buildin’

[Pre-Chorus: Chris Brown]
I’ve been drinking so much champagne (wow)
See me, swerving in the Wraith (yeah)
She act like I’m her chauffeur (yeah)
She want a standing ovation (yeah)
Yeah, tyna be part of that wave (wave)
Commas as if we conversate (conversate)
Tryna throw it in my face (face)
Tryna get me out my game, I say

[Outro: Chris Brown]
Post and delete

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Post & Delete

Lyrics to ‘Post & Delete’ by Zoey Dollaz:

–Intro: Zoey Dollaz–
Woah
Woah, lit

–Pre-Chorus: Chris Brown–
I’ve been drinkin’ so much Champagne (wow)
See me swimmin’, in the Wraith (yeah)
She act like I’m her Chauffeur
She wanna stay in our basement
Yeah, tyna be part that wave (wave)
Commas as if we conversating (conversate)
Tryna throw it in my face (face)
Tryna get me out my game
I say

–Hook: Chris Brown–
Post and delete, wow, yeah
Post and delete, ha
Post and delete, yeah
Woah, post and delete, hit it
Post and delete, indecisive
Post and delete, wow
Post and delete, yeah, wow
Post and delete

–Verse 1: Zoey Dollaz–
Hey little mama you trippin’ (trippin’)
I ain’t really with that issue (ah)
It’s gon’ really be some shit (shit)
If i get caught on the internet with you (with you)
I don’t really do the pictures
We gon do this a little different (different)
It ain’t no touching, or no kissing
When we’re in public, shawty just listen
I post and delete, don’t keep it up
These people, just tryna keep up with us
Put two and two
Tryna figure out if me and you, are fucking or what (yeah)
Shawty, you just want the wave (wave)
Fuckin’ with me, ’cause I’m paid (paid)
Shawty, you already know (know)
’cause a young nigga made

–Pre-Chorus: Chris Brown–
I’ve been drinkin’ so much Champagne (wow)
See me swimmin’, in the Wraith (yeah)
She act like I’m her Chauffeur
She wanna stay in our basement
Yeah, tyna be part that wave (wave)
Commas as if we conversating (conversate)
Tryna throw it in my face (face)
Tryna get me out my game
I say

–Hook: Chris Brown–
Post and delete, wow, yeah
Post and delete, ha
Post and delete, yeah
Woah, post and delete, hit it
Post and delete, indecisive
Post and delete, wow
Post and delete, yeah, wow
Post and delete

–Verse 2: Chris Brown–
Had to block your account and unfollow your way
Yeah, bitch you the worst
And if you try to tag me, I’ma start spazzin’
Shade room and baller alert
I was just mindin’ my business, it was just me and my niggas
You started likin’ his pictures
I started pipin’ these bitches
Pussy pop a Perc and get busy
I’m about to fuck around and call this bitch
Like delete all that shit
Can’t keep my name out your mouth, eatin’ all that dick
Jugglin’ my balls and shit
Always tryna record my conversations like a fedorale
And everybody tryna race me like I’m Ricky Bobby
Black Pyramid, that don’t mean I’m illuminati
Ain’t gotta pull a trigger, homies got a couple bodies, believe that
I ain’t with the fake shit, chopper gon’ spray shit
Hit you like emoji with the faces
Never give the police my statement
Never say shit ’bout the bricks that I had up in my basement
Stop it, what the fuck you want from me?
Not my time and my money, bitch that ain’t free
What you call a king with a chain? A masterpiece
And don’t talk that shit if you gon’ post and delete

–Pre-Chorus: Chris Brown–
I’ve been drinkin’ so much Champagne (wow)
See me swimmin’, in the Wraith (yeah)
She act like I’m her Chauffeur
She wanna stay in our basement
Yeah, tyna be part that wave (wave)
Commas as if we conversating (conversate)
Tryna throw it in my face (face)
Tryna get me out my game
I say

–Hook: Chris Brown–
Post and delete, wow, yeah
Post and delete, ha
Post and delete, yeah
Woah, post and delete, hit it
Post and delete, indecisive
Post and delete, wow
Post and delete, yeah, wow
Post and delete

–Verse 3: Zoey Dollaz–
Shawty, got all in her feelings
Told her, I ain’t with the Instagram
Lil mama, when we chillin’?
I ain’t down with the filmin’
No Snapchat or no Periscope
You can do that shit, but not buy me dope
Don’t want no pics in the Rover
How many times, did I done told you
Personally, that shit ain’t too cool with me
Everyone know you a freak
Tryna keep that shit lowkey
So, I just post and delete
You want the wave
Takin’ pictures when you up in the Wraith
Stars in the ceiling
They know when you in the buildin’

–Pre-Chorus: Chris Brown–
I’ve been drinkin’ so much Champagne (wow)
See me swimmin’, in the Wraith (yeah)
She act like I’m her Chauffeur
She wanna stay in our basement
Yeah, tyna be part that wave (wave)
Commas as if we conversating (conversate)
Tryna throw it in my face (face)
Tryna get me out my game
I say

–Outro: Chris Brown–
Post and delete

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Dj Khaled – Whatever Lyrics

DJ KHALED
Whatever Lyrics

[Future:]
Hide the money and ran outta room, yeah
I tried to hide the money and ran outta room
I tried to hide the money and ran outta room
I tried to hide the money and ran outta room
[DJ Khaled:] DJ Khaled!

[Future:]
Money on your head, you might get hit up today
You can’t be wonderin’ why they always stayin’ dead broke
In the kitchen cookin’ chickens like a redbone
My grandma seen me buy my first Polo sweater, ayy
Got my hand flooded, I
Buy the whole projects, I
Got my hood stuntin’, this whatever, I
Charge the whole 30, I
Got my niggas workin’, I
Got my bitches down for whatever
I tried to hide the money and ran outta room
Whatever!
I tried to hide the money and ran outta room
Whatever!

[Young Thug:]
(Geek!)
Pay up like I’ve been runnin’ it up forever
I ran that shit up through the roof
Young nigga, ran that shit up for his mother
Buy her everything and I got proof
Up, designer fit, ain’t nothing to buy it
And I done whipped every tire
With the brake pad, "Mello Yello"
Catch up
Bring me up like your pop-pop
Whatever you need to
I skeet then skeet off in a new coupe
Keep up!
That V-12 ’bout to heat up
Grab your seatbelt, your seatbelt
The color of my boxers, yeah I’m Tommy’d up
Got the Tommy tucked, ayy
I toss that shit up like a spray
Watch it spill on the clothes
I soak that shit up
When they told me, "Don’t matter, boss won"
I suspended these bitches
And I subpoenaed these niggas
See who was real
I supported my bank account
And I wouldn’t tell you the account
‘Less I need to put some of this money on your head

[Future:]
Money on your head, you might get hit up today
You can’t be wonderin’ why they always stayin’ dead broke
In the kitchen cookin’ chickens like a redbone
My grandma seen me buy my first Polo sweater, ayy
Got my hand flooded, I
Buy the whole projects, I
Got my hood stuntin’, this whatever, I
Charge the whole 30, I
Got my niggas workin’, I
Got my bitches down for whatever
I tried to hide the money and ran outta room
Whatever!
I tried to hide the money and ran outta room
Whatever!

[Rick Ross:]
Maybach Music
DIamonds all on my fingers
Misses still miscellaneous
Left the ski-mask in the ‘Rari
Residencies out in Vegas
Smoking like Calvin Broadus
Blueberry with the big homie
"Idols Become Rivals"
Down to die for my survival
Fell in love with the money
She at the spot every Sunday
Loyalty’s what I lust
How I measure my woman
Minimize my mistakes
Love every tat on my face
DJ Khaled, my blood
Got several M’s in my safe

[Future:]
Money on your head, you might get hit up today
You can’t be wonderin’ why they always stayin’ dead broke
In the kitchen cookin’ chickens like a redbone
My grandma seen me buy my first Polo sweater, ayy
Got my hand flooded, I
Buy the whole projects, I
Got my hood stuntin’, this whatever, I
Charge the whole 30, I
Got my niggas workin’, I
Got my bitches down for whatever
I tried to hide the money and ran outta room
Whatever!
I tried to hide the money and ran outta room
Whatever!

[2 Chainz:]
2 Chainz
Watch me break down bales
Residue on scales
Yeah, I had the girls sick
Man-I-Cure like nails
Competition might fail
Repetition might sell
Dirty kitchen, dirty dishes
Dirty bitches, oh well
Foreign whip rider
Lobster on my rider
You can get the platter
I put my money up, uh
You gon’ need a ladder
Work know acrobatics
Work know calisthenics
My dick be acting stingy
My check be acting boujee
My car got all the groupies
I bought a new Rolex
Now my old Rolex tryna sue me
Fashion on exotic
Pistol on regardless
Bitches look like Barbie
Ricky Bobby on my trolly

[Future:]
Tryna set a bando on fire
I’m just tryna get you so higher
Money coming in, we get flyer
You must be tryna wife her like Tiger

Money on your head, you might get hit up today
You can’t be wonderin’ why they always stayin’ dead broke
In the kitchen cookin’ chickens like a redbone
My grandma seen me buy my first Polo sweater, ayy
Got my hand flooded, I
Buy the whole projects, I
Got my hood stuntin’, this whatever, I
Charge the whole 30, I
Got my niggas workin’, I
Got my bitches down for whatever
I tried to hide the money and ran outta room
Whatever!
I tried to hide the money and ran outta room
Whatever!

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DJ Khaled – Whatever (feat. Future, Young Thug, Rick Ross & 2 Chainz) (Grateful Album)

[Intro: Future & DJ Khaled]
Hide the money and ran outta room, yeah
I tried to hide the money and ran outta room
I tried to hide the money and ran outta room
I tried to hide the money and ran outta room
DJ Khaled!

[Chorus: Future]
Money on your head, you might get hit up today
You can’t be wonderin’ why they always stayin’ dead broke
In the kitchen cookin’ chickens like a redbone
My grandma seen me buy my first Polo sweater
I, got my hand flooded, I, bought the whole projects
I, got my hood stuntin’, this whatever
I, charged the whole 30, I, got my niggas workin’
I, got my bitches down for whatever
(I tried to hide the money and ran outta room) Whatever!
(I tried to hide the money and ran outta room) Whatever!

[Verse 1: Young Thug]
(Geek!)
Pay up like I’ve been runnin’ it up forever
I ran that shit up through the roof
Young nigga ran that shit up for his mother
Buy her everything and I got proof
Up, designer fit, ain’t known to buy it
And I done whipped every tire
With the brake pad, "Mello Yello", catch up
Ring me up like your pop-pop, whatever you need to
I skeet then skeet off in a new coupe, keep up!
That V-12 ’bout to heat up, grab your seatbelt, your seatbelt
The color of my boxers, yeah I’m Tommy’d up
Got the Tommy tucked, ayy
I toss that shit up like a spray, watch it spill on the clothes
I soak that shit up when they told me "Don’t matter, boss won"
I suspended these bitches and I subpoenaed these niggas
To see who was real
I supported my bank account and I wouldn’t tell you the account

[Chorus: Future]
Money on your head, you might get hit up today
You can’t be wonderin’ why they always stayin’ dead broke
In the kitchen cookin’ chickens like a redbone
My grandma seen me buy my first Polo sweater
I, got my hand flooded, I, bought the whole projects
I, got my hood stuntin’, this whatever
I, charged the whole 30, I, got my niggas workin’
I, got my bitches down for whatever
(I tried to hide the money and ran outta room) Whatever!
(I tried to hide the money and ran outta room) Whatever!

[Verse 2: Rick Ross]
Maybach Music
DIamonds all on my fingers, misses still miscellaneous
Left the ski-mask in the ‘Rari, residencies out in Vegas
Smoking like Calvin Broadus, blueberry with the big homie
Idols becoming rivals, down to die for my survival
Fell in love with the money, she at the spot every Sunday
Loyalty’s what I lust, how I measure my woman
Minimize my mistakes, love every tat on my face
DJ Khaled my blood, got several M’s in my safe

[Chorus: Future]
Money on your head, you might get hit up today
You can’t be wonderin’ why they always stayin’ dead broke
In the kitchen cookin’ chickens like a redbone
My grandma seen me buy my first Polo sweater
I, got my hand flooded, I, bought the whole projects
I, got my hood stuntin’, this whatever
I, charged the whole 30, I, got my niggas workin’
I, got my bitches down for whatever
(I tried to hide the money and ran outta room) Whatever!
(I tried to hide the money and ran outta room) Whatever!

[Verse 3: 2 Chainz]
2 Chainz
Watch me break down bales, residue on scales
Yeah, I had the girls sick, man I cure like nails
Competition might fail, repetition might sell
Dirty kitchen, dirty dishes, dirty bitches, oh well
Foreign whip rider, lobster on my rider, uh
You can get the platter, uh, I put my money up
You gon’ need a ladder, work, no acrobatics
Work, no calisthenics, my dick be acting stingy
My check be acting boujee, my car got all the groupies
I bought a new Rolex now my old Rolex tryna sue me
Fashion on exotic, pistol on regardless
Bitches look like Barbie
Ricky Bobby on my trolly

[Bridge: Future]
Tryna set a bando on fire
I’m just tryna get you so higher
Money coming in, we get flyer
You must be tryna wife her like Tiger

[Chorus: Future]
Money on your head, you might get hit up today
You can’t be wonderin’ why they always stayin’ dead broke
In the kitchen cookin’ chickens like a redbone
My grandma seen me buy my first Polo sweater
I, got my hand flooded, I, bought the whole projects
I, got my hood stuntin’, this whatever
I, charged the whole 30, I, got my niggas workin’
I, got my bitches down for whatever
(I tried to hide the money and ran outta room)
Whatever!
(I tried to hide the money and ran outta room)
Whatever!

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Smash – Young Thug lyrics

Lyrics Young Thug – Smash

Ayy man, I went on Instagram, man, my mothaf*ckin’ boy, man, he up there in Boston, shawty.
I’m talkin’ ’bout man, nigga got a whole see-through elevator.
You know when you wanna go down, downward or upward?
You know, he get the chance to really see that.
Know what I’m sayin’? Wires and everything, forreal.
(Thugger, Thugger!) Glass top elevator! Woo, woo!
We got London on da Track!(smash)

We smash on the city, yeah you know it (yeah, you know it)
We gon’ smash on these b*tches, yeah you know it
Flex up on ’em pussy niggas bad, boy
Crispy hunnids, take your time, count it slow
I’m doin’ the thang, I got it bad
I make it rain, we thunder bad
I change the weather, they forecast it
I’m back to facts, no more dabbin’
No more fightin’, no more strappin’
No more dabbin’, no more trappin’
No more cappin’, no more lackin’
No more raggin’, no more naggin’ (Thugger, Thugger).

We goin’ brazy, break the internet (hey)
We goin’ brazy, break the internet
We Rolls Rizzle, the all white, hey
We catch your b*tch, we take a flight, wait
The Rollie red like a beam
f*ck your dream and your team, huh
You play with anybody versuri-lyrics.info
Turn your shirt to my skin
Hey, we drip on anybody
Get it kicked off the team
Yeah, we richer than everybody
At least that’s what it seems
Nigga know we dippin’, dabbin’
We spit off fire like a dragon
We beat it, beat it with a cannon
That poom-poom look the baddest
My ho from Dallas like a Maverick
Go to Africa to get some karats
Make her call ’em, it’s no karats
Fight ’em all, nigga jabbin’
Cover your face, go to wildin’
Take your whole family to an island
Shoot him in his back, Ricky Bobby
Now I know you get the picture
I want you to stop all the violence.

We smash on the city, yeah you know it (yeah, you know it)
We gon’ smash on these b*tches, yeah you know it
Flex up on ’em pussy niggas bad, boy
Crispy hunnids, take your time, count it slow
I’m doin’ the thang, I got it bad
I make it rain, we thunder bad
I change the weather, they forecast it
I’m back to facts, no more dabbin’
No more fightin’, no more strappin’
No more dabbin’, no more trappin’
No more caddin’, no more lackin’
No more raggin’, no more nagginnn.
Young Thug lyrics
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Chris Brown – Post & Delete Lyrics

[Hook: Chris Brown]
Post and delete, indecisive
Post and delete
Post and delete
Post and delete

[Verse 1: Chris Brown]
Had the block on countin’, I follow your ass
Yeah, bitch you the worst
And if you tryna ‘tack me, I’ma start spazzin’
Shave room baller alert
I was just mindin’ my business, it was just me and my niggas
You started likin’ his pictures
I started pipin’ his bitches
Pussy pop a Perc and get busy
I’m about to fuck around and call this bitch
Like delete all that shit
Can’t keep my name out your mouth, eatin’ all that dick
Jugglin’ my balls and shit
Always tryna recall my conversations like the fedorale
And everybody tryna race me like I’m Ricky Bobby
Black Pyramid, that don’t mean I’m illuminati
Ain’t gotta pull a trigger, homies gotta come with the bodies, believe that
I ain’t with the fake shit, chopper gon’ spray shit
Hit you like emoji with the faces
Never give the police my statement
Never say shit ’bout the bricks I had up in my basement
Stop it, what the fuck you want from me?
Know my time and my money, bitch that ain’t free
What you call a king with a chain? A masterpiece
And don’t talk that shit if you gon’ post and delete

[Hook: Chris Brown]
Post and delete, indecisive
Post and delete
Post and delete
Post and delete

[Verse 2: Chris Brown]

[Hook: Chris Brown]
Post and delete, indecisive
Post and delete
Post and delete
Post and delete

[Verse 3: Zoey Dollarz]

[Hook: Chris Brown]
Post and delete, indecisive
Post and delete
Post and delete
Post and delete

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O.T. Genasis – Im Out Here (feat. Wiz Khalifa) (Rhythm & Bricks Mixtape) letras

[Verse 1: O.T. Genasis]
Came up on a lotta bread
Gotta slow down, I been gettin’ a lotta head
Still sellin’ cocaine
Girl goin’ through my phone, I ain’t storin’ no names
Catch me if you can, bitch
Word around town, I’m the man, bitch
Sellin’ all these grams, bitch
Gotta grip the money like I’m ’bout to eat a sandwich
‘Bout bring the Mazi out
Money dance, Imma bring the Ricky Bobby out
Life in the fast lane
Smoke weed, pop pills, drink a lotta champagne
Met a bad bitch on Thursday
Took the bitch down on Thursday
Now she callin’ my phone early
Oh you thirsty, damn girl, you thirsty

[Hook: O.T. Genasis]
Lookin’ for a thug? Right here
Lookin’ for some love? Not here
The man with the money, right here
Bitch, I’m out here
Just spent a hundred on my wrist, bitch, I’m out here
Spent three-fifty for the whip, bitch, I’m out here
And I got a brand new bitch, bitch, I’m out here
Bitch, I’m out here

[Verse 2: Wiz Khalifa]
Out here stuntin’, out here hustlin’
Out here cuffin’ that bitch and she out here fuckin’
Out here thuggin’, out here puff a whole ounce
Tryna see that thing bounce, shake something
On the couch, yeah, break you off, yeah
Imma knock the pussy out, put it in her mouth, yeah
Fuck you mean, bitch, I’m out here
Don’t know where that pussy been so I ain’t goin’ down there
I got mushrooms in my lemonade
West Coast bitches gang bangin’
East Coast girls rollin’ Backwoods
My Down South girls love me cause I fuck ’em good
As you should

[Hook: O.T. Genasis]
Lookin’ for a thug? Right here
Lookin’ for some love? Not here
The man with the money, right here
Bitch, I’m out here
Just spent a hundred on my wrist, bitch, I’m out here
Spent three-fifty for the whip, bitch, I’m out here
And I got a brand new bitch, bitch, I’m out here
Bitch, I’m out here