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LIL KIM – Took Us On Break lyrics

[Hook]
We took us a break but we back now
Ain’t nothing gon’ throw off this cash cow
I pull up and skrrt in that foreign thang
All I see is the streets when we back out
Took us a break but we back now
Back in this bitch with a bag now
Sour niggas stay hating on us
And the bitter bitches, got ’em mad now

[Post-Hook]
Ain’t nothing more important than this money, baby
Counting nothing but 20s, 50s and these 100s, baby
Ain’t nothing more important than this money, baby
Ain’t nothing more important than this money, baby

[Verse 1]
Landing jets at the border
Rolls Royce is my taxi to the hotels on the water
Quarter mill when I’m landing, nigga
Killing ’em slow, then torture
Rented out the whole top floor
Penthouse just for my daughter
You broke bitches out of order
I’m a bad bitch with some old money
Yeah, I’m balling but I want some more money
Pop the Lamborghini in the living room
Elevated to the master room
My rooftop got a rooftop
Bomb n*gger, that’s a boombox
Buscemi this, Givenchy that
Spent a rack on some Gucci tube socks
In Dubai I’m skiing in the summer
Surfing waves in the winter time
They calling me the young gunner
The way I body these jeans is such a crime
They got a love-hate type of thang for me
When it come to Kim there’s no thinner line
Got bigger fish to fry
Eat you so called sharks at dinner time

[Hook]
We took us a break but we back now
Ain’t nothing gon’ throw off this cash cow
I pull up and skrrt in that foreign thang
All I see is the streets when we back out
Took us a break but we back now
Back in this bitch with a bag now
Sour niggas stay hating on us
And the bitter bitches, got ’em mad now

[Post-Hook]
Ain’t nothing more important than this money, baby
Counting nothing but 20s, 50s and these 100s, baby
Ain’t nothing more important than this money, baby
Ain’t nothing more important than this money, baby

[Bridge]
One, zero, zero, zero, bitch, then a comma
Zero, zero, zero, zero, bitch

[Verse 2]
We took us a break but we back now
Bitter bitches, got ’em mad now
Sour niggas stay hating on me
‘Cause I’m hanging clothes from these racks now
I was raised in a school of hard knocks
These bitches is class clowns
Giving y’all my old clothes
My old flows, like hand-me-downs
I see ya watching my Snap
Tryna see what else you could jack
100 grand with the cheese in the trap
Better catch me a rat
[?]
Pussy nigga give a lap dance
Black and yellow Rari, that’s a beehive
Eat up the Ghost like Pac Man
Man, I love them two-seaters
Killing sh*t like the Reaper
Buying sh*t for no reason
It’s always Lil’ Kim season

[Hook]
We took us a break but we back now
Ain’t nothing gon’ throw off this cash cow
I pull up and skrrt in that foreign thang
All I see is the streets when we back out
Took us a break but we back now
Back in this bitch with a bag now
Sour niggas stay hating on us
And the bitter bitches, got ’em mad now

[Post-Hook]
Ain’t nothing more important than this money, baby
Counting nothing but 20s, 50s and these 100s, baby
Ain’t nothing more important than this money, baby
Ain’t nothing more important than this money, baby

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Lil Kim – Took Us A Break

[Hook]
We took us a break but we back now
Ain’t nothing gon’ throw off this cash cow
I pull up and skrrt in that foreign thang
All I see is the streets when we back out
Took us a break but we back now
Back in this bitch with a bag now
Sour niggas stay hating on us
And the bitter bitches, got ’em mad now

[Post-Hook]
Ain’t nothing more important than this money, baby
Counting nothing but 20s, 50s and these 100s, baby
Ain’t nothing more important than this money, baby
Ain’t nothing more important than this money, baby

[Verse 1]
Landing jets at the border
Rolls Royce is my taxi to the hotels on the water
Quarter mill when I’m landing, nigga
Killing ’em slow, then torture
Rented out the whole top floor
Penthouse just for my daughter
You broke bitches out of order
I’m a bad bitch with some old money
Yeah, I’m balling but I want some more money
Pop the Lamborghini in the living room
Elevated to the master room
My rooftop got a rooftop
Bomb pussy, that’s a boombox
Buscemi this, Givenchy that
Spent a rack on some Gucci tube socks
In Dubai I’m skiing in the summer
Surfing waves in the winter time
They calling me the young gunner
The way I body these jeans is such a crime
They got a love-hate type of thang for me
When it come to Kim there’s no thinner line
Got bigger fish to fry
Eat you so called sharks at dinner time

[Hook]
We took us a break but we back now
Ain’t nothing gon’ throw off this cash cow
I pull up and skrrt in that foreign thang
All I see is the streets when we back out
Took us a break but we back now
Back in this bitch with a bag now
Sour niggas stay hating on us
[Lyrics from: https:/lyrics.az/lil-kim/-/took-us-a-break.html]
And the bitter bitches, got ’em mad now

[Post-Hook]
Ain’t nothing more important than this money, baby
Counting nothing but 20s, 50s and these 100s, baby
Ain’t nothing more important than this money, baby
Ain’t nothing more important than this money, baby

[Bridge]
One, zero, zero, zero, bitch, then a comma
Zero, zero, zero, zero, bitch

[Verse 2]
We took us a break but we back now
Bitter bitches, got ’em mad now
Sour niggas stay hating on me
‘Cause I’m hanging clothes from these racks now
I was raised in a school of hard knocks
These bitches is class clowns
Giving y’all my old clothes
My old flows, like hand-me-downs
I see ya watching my Snap
Tryna see what else you could jack
100 grand with the cheese in the trap
Better catch me a rat
[?]
Pussy nigga give a lap dance
Black and yellow Rari, that’s a beehive
Eat up the Ghost like Pac Man
Man, I love them two-seaters
Killing shit like the Reaper
Buying shit for no reason
It’s always Lil’ Kim season

[Hook]
We took us a break but we back now
Ain’t nothing gon’ throw off this cash cow
I pull up and skrrt in that foreign thang
All I see is the streets when we back out
Took us a break but we back now
Back in this bitch with a bag now
Sour niggas stay hating on us
And the bitter bitches, got ’em mad now

[Post-Hook]
Ain’t nothing more important than this money, baby
Counting nothing but 20s, 50s and these 100s, baby
Ain’t nothing more important than this money, baby
Ain’t nothing more important than this money, baby

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Lupe Fiasco – KJazz

[Intro: Lupe Fiasco]
If you rolling around Los Angeles right now
This one right here is for you (keep it true)
And they say, and they say, and they say, and they say, now
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

[Verse 1: Lupe Fiasco]
Sunsets Los Angeles undressed like
The sky put on a skirt to hurt the slum sets
Then hit Hollywood boulevard like spars
Light taps that fight back, high heels covered in stars
Lounge gowns standing downtown up in W. Dubois’
Rolls Royce, Choice, the Hoist, and other comfortable cars
Shooting club doormans, speaking love of the warfare
What we’re doing is ordering Ubers to Soho JoJo, everything is bizarre
Malibu and [?} sitting lonely in the Rolex when these Denny’s mirage
In-N-Out bagels, Katsu your crab rolls, Easter laid food trucks, bossa nova mastros
Half-glued eyes on the night time wide search
Chanel purse gone down on the I-5 side
More holla hill shops, house party chill spots
Valley versus ills in the south central will shops
Saudi’s versus Persians, Hasidic temples [?]
Santa Monica helicopters and Compton KJazz

KJazz
[Outro: Lupe Fiasco]

If you see nighttime out there, tell her I said hello
Kjazz

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Future and Young Thug – Real Love Lyrics


(Intro: Future)
I bet she love
I bet she love, love
I bet she

(Pre-Chorus: Young Thug)
It’s true I said I love you but I didn’t promise
We came from grippin’ the K’s, our fingers got bunions
Keypad, no key to my doors
And we made love!

(Chorus: Young Thug)
All this fake love got me damaged
I can’t take it, I just popped another Xanny
I’m f**kin’ on your b*tch when I land in the States from another planet
Fly as a b*tch when I make mistakes, and I don’t plan it, yeah

(Post-Chorus: Young Thug & Future)
Yeah, I bet she loves me (I bet she loves me)
I bet she loves me (I bet she loves me, I bet she loves me)

(Verse 1: Young Thug)
Show me the love to my friends b*tch
I dropped the top out the Benz
Been rockin’ since creme de la creme, yeah
I know we never go in
I tat the footprint of my kids, ayy
Life of recess
Starvin’ to ceilings
Can’t forget, my big brother called me home from a bid, yeah
Turbo nine eleven coupe for the rich
Turbo nine eleven coupe for the ridge
I f**ked her friend, I would never tell her
I feed the swoop peanut butter, jelly
Up a hundred mil, let my ni**a tell it
Up a hundred mil !
I done cracked the seal, let these haters tell it
But I cracked the seal
I can get ’em killed, yeah Kill Bill
And I got diamonds from my toes up to my ears
Yeah I got an implant and I took off the veneers
Yeah I got red diamond on the eye ring, not tears
Got the shirt off in the Rolls Royce, yeah
Put a hole on the Kel-tec, ’cause I ain’t tryna get killed yet, umm

(Interlude: Future)
I bet she love
I bet she love, love
I bet she love me

(Chorus: Young Thug)
All this fake love got me damaged
I can’t take it, I just popped another Xanny
I’m f**kin’ on your b*tch when I land in the States from another planet
Fly as a b*tch when I make mistakes, and I don’t plan it, yeah

(Verse 2: Future)
I don’t give a f**k about big homie, I’m big homie ’round here
I’m rockin’ blue diamonds, ain’t nothin’ to get ya killed
You gonna get scarred, you don’t get eternal life (I bet, yeah)
Ballin out for X before I rolled dice, (I bet, yeah)
The agent just called and said the Hawks was available, I’m ready
You’re all about the hawk ni**a, that G5 is calling you (it’s callin’ you)
It’s pink way more than I ever imagined (imagined)
I didn’t measured it so I’m higher than Aladdin (leggo)
No swaps out, I’m undecided whenever I pop out
I had the swerve for four years, I’m still under forty thousand miles
Bought the Bentley coupe and a bedspread on the same day
She drove the GT and fell in love with it the same day
She told me it was her favorite car, she dreamed about it
I couldn’t walk away, my ego all in the way
I dropped cash on it, she told me she loved me even more (Freebandz)
These photos and quaaludes, they got me dehydrated
Turn on me, sue me, now nothing seems to amaze me
I left on a commercial flight and downgraded
If I can change anything I wouldn’t erase it (I wouldn’t erase it)
Came back on a private plane and upgraded (I made it)
It had to be destiny, it had to be the recipe
It had to be the formula, I’m not normal
I told you (I told you)
If you woulda took the flesh out me (took the flesh out me)
You woulda ran off with it and tried to convince me it was karma
(I bet she love)

(Chorus: Young Thug)
All this fake love got me damaged
I can’t take it, I just popped another Xanny
I’m f**kin’ on your b*tch when I land in the States from another planet
Fly as a b*tch when I make mistakes, and I don’t plan it, yeah

(Outro: Future)
I bet she love, love
I bet she love, love
I bet she
I bet she love

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FUTURE – Real Love lyrics

[Intro: Future]
I bet she love
I bet she love, love
I bet she

[Pre-Chorus: Young Thug]
It’s true I said I love you but I didn’t promise
We came from grippin’ the K’s, our fingers got bunions
Keep adding on keys to my door
And we made love

[Chorus: Young Thug]
All this fake love got me damaged
I can’t take it, I just popped another xanny
I’m f*ckin’ on your bitch when I land in the states from another planet
Fly as a bitch when I make mistakes and I don’t plan it, yeah

[Post-Chorus: Young Thug & Future]
Yeah, I bet she loves me (I bet she loves me)
I bet she loves me (I bet she loves me, I bet she loves me)

[Verse 1: Young Thug]
Show me the love to my friends bitch
I dropped the top out the Benz
Been rockin’ since creme de la creme, yeah
I know we never go in
I tat the footprint of my kids, ayy
Life of recess
Starvin’ to the ceilings
Can’t forget, my big brother called me home from a bid, yeah
Turbo nine eleven coupe for the ridge
Turbo nine eleven coupe for the ridge
I f*cked her friend, I would never tell her
I feed the swoop peanut butter jelly
Up a hundred mil, let my nigga tell it
Up a hundred mil
I done cracked the seal, let these haters tell it
But I cracked the seal
I can get ’em killed, yeah Kill Bill
And I got diamonds from my toes up to my ears
Yeah I got an implant inside, took off the goodyears
Yeah I got red diamond on the eye ring, not tears
Got the shirt off in the Rolls Royce, yeah
Put a hole on the killtech, ’cause I ain’t tryna get killed yet, umm

[Interlude: Future]
I bet she love
I bet she love, love
I bet she love me

[Chorus: Young Thug]
All this fake love got me damaged
I can’t take it, I just popped another xanny
I’m f*ckin’ on your bitch when I land in the states from another planet
Fly as a bitch when I make mistakes and I don’t plan it, yeah

[Verse 2: Future]
I don’t give a f*ck about big homie, I’m big homie ’round here
I’m rockin’ blue diamonds, ain’t nothin’ to get ya killed
You gonna get scarred, you don’t get eternal life (I bet, yeah)
Ballin out for X before I rolled dice, (I bet, yeah)
The agent just called and said the Hawks was available, I’m ready
You’re all about the hawk nigga, that G5 is calling you (it’s callin’ you)
It’s pink way more than I ever imagined (imagined)
I done measured it so I’m higher than Aladin (leggo)
No swaps out, I’m undecided whenever I pop out
I had the swerve for four years, I’m still under forty thousand miles
Bought the Bentley coupe and a bedspread on the same day
She drove the GTF, fell in love with it the same day
She told me it was her favorite car, she dreamed about it
I couldn’t walk away, my ego all in the way
I dropped cash on it, she told me she loved me even more (Freebandz)
These photos and quaaludes, they got me dehydrated
Turn on me, sue me, now nothing seems to amaze me
I left on a commercial flight and downgraded
If I can change anything I wouldn’t erase it (I wouldn’t erase it)
Came back on a private plane and upgraded (I made it)
It had to be destiny, it had to be the recipe
It had to be the formula, I’m not normal
I told you (I told you)
If you woulda took the flesh out me (took the flesh out me)
You woulda ran off with it and tried to convince me it was karma
(I bet she love)

[Chorus: Young Thug]
All this fake love got me damaged
I can’t take it, I just popped another xanny
I’m f*ckin’ on your bitch when I land in the states from another planet
Fly as a bitch when I make mistakes and I don’t plan it, yeah

[Outro: Future]
I bet she love, love
I bet she love, love
I bet she
I bet she love

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Losing it – Stitches lyrics

Lyrics Stitches – Losing it

Here I come
Here I go
Out of control
I’m losing it.

And I don’t go, where I’mma go
I’m running out of time, searching for my soul. (x2)

All of this fame
All it did was bring me all of this pain
They saying ”I changed”
I ain’t changed with the fame
The money just came and they changed
You actin’ like if you’re entitled
I’m turning my idols to rivals
I’m pulling up in the Rolls Royce
Deep inside I know you don’t like it
No matter how much you deny it
All my haters multiplyin’
They sayin’ they gon’ kill me
But I ain’t scared of dying.

I’m reading the Bible, I think that I’m psycho
I’m losing my mind and I don’t know where I’mma go
I’m livin’ too fast, I’m spending this cash, my momma tellin’ me ”just take it slow”
I don’t wanna sell drugs no more, I don’t want the cops at my door
I’m lost in this cold world and I’m still searchin’ for my soul.

Here I come
Here I go
Out of control
I’m losing it.

And I don’t go, where I’mma go
I’m running out of time, searching for my soul. (x2)

I feel like I’m running out of time
I got some problems on my mind
24/7 I’m hustlin’
Up on the streets I be on my grind
Reminiscing ’bout my past
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Thinkin’ how long I’mma last
And who’s gonna be the hater to pull up on me
And pull out the gun and just blast
I just wanna live my life, no worries
I’m drinkin’ on liquor, my vision is blurry
I just moved inside of a new house, my neighbours is telling me I’m a disturbance
And I just bought a new chain, remember the days that I was riding on the train
Couldn’t even pay my bills, I couldn’t even buy my wife a new wedding ring.

I lost my soul, I lost my mind
I’m still searchin’, but I’m running out of time.

Here I come
Here I go
Out of control
I’m losing it.

And I don’t go, where I’mma go
I’m running out of time, searching for my soul. (x2)

I just wanna be normal again
This industry made me lose all my friends
I feel like I sold my soul
Now I’m tryna take back control.

Here I come
Here I go
Out of control
I’m losing it.

And I don’t go, where I’mma go
I’m running out of time, searching for my soulll. (x2)
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D.R.A.M. – Gilligan (feat. A$AP Rocky & Juicy J) (Uncesored)

Big headed, long stick
Fucked up, turnt too
Do it big headed, long stick
Turnt up, turnt too

Gone off the shit again, that’s just how I live
Lost just like Gilligan on my own island
Gone off the shit again, lost just like Gilligan
Gone off the shit again, ay, lost just like Gilligan, ay
Gone off the shit again, yeah, ay
Lost just like Gilligan, ay, ay
Gone off the shit again, ay, lost just like Gilligan, ay
Gone off the shit again, ay, lost just like

Look, I got hella shit
Take a whip, peep these molly rocks
I got diamonds, too
Bought a few, but they still like to swipe
Bitch, don’t call my bluff
If you want one, then meet me at the crib
You know what it is
Put your phone on off, give your phone to him, okay, cool
Girl, your ‘fro so soft, ooh, look at your friend, tryna be rude
Get put in your place and that’s out my place
So please, be nice
All this in your face, you can’t get out my face
We know your type

Gone off the shit again, that’s just how I live
Lost just like Gilligan on my own island
Gone off the shit again, lost just like Gilligan
Gone off the shit again, ay, lost just like Gilligan, ay
Gone off the shit again, yeah, ay
Lost just like Gilligan, ay, ay
Gone off the shit again, ay, lost just like Gilligan, ay
Gone off the shit again, ay, lost just like

I got hella racks in my safe, got stars in my Wraith
I got stripper hoes snortin’ blow, dancin’ at my place
I got hella pounds from the plug that I’m ’bout to face
Three Six Mafia probably fuck yo mama back in ’98
Sippin’ on purple rain like champagne
Niggas gon’ make a toast
And that weed and shit that you passin’
If a nigga don’t choke
Rolls Royce, I’m flying, sauces drippin’
Same color as the smoke
Thousand niggas with me, in the street
Nigga look like the Pope (Oh shit, nigga!)

Gone off the shit again, that’s just how I live
Lost just like Gilligan on my own island
Gone off the shit again, lost just like Gilligan
Gone off the shit again, ay, lost just like Gilligan, ay
Gone off the shit again, yeah, ay
Lost just like Gilligan, ay, ay
Gone off the shit again, ay, lost just like Gilligan, ay
Gone off the shit again, ay, lost just like

Gilligan lost, turned trill again
Need a vitamin, wait a min’
Better yet, a Ritalin for my adrenaline
If I’m up in my feelings, better pay the man
Like motherfuck a middle man
Like I’m the shits with the shits
Fuck another nigga bitch again off the shits again
Island boy like I’m Dominican
On repeat like a ceiling fan
All pink like I’m Killa Cam
Palms, feet, let her feel the sand
On the beach like I’m finna tan
Black and proud like a brother man
Make it rain like the weatherman
Bust your head, fuck a settlement
Captain save and never sell again

Gone off the shit again, that’s just how I live
Lost just like Gilligan on my own island
Gone off the shit again, lost just like Gilligan
Gone off the shit again, ay, lost just like Gilligan, ay
Gone off the shit again, yeah, ay
Lost just like Gilligan, ay, ay
Gone off the shit again, ay, lost just like Gilligan, ay
Gone off the shit again, ay, lost just like

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Gilligan – Dram feat. Asap Rocky lyrics

Lyrics Dram – Gilligan

Big headed, long stick
F*cked up, turnt, too
Do it big headed, long stick
Turnt up, turnt, too.
Gone off the s**t again, that’s just how I live
Lost just like Gilligan on my own island
Gone off the s**t again, lost just like Gilligan
Gone off the s**t again, ayy, lost just like Gilligan, ayy
Gone off the s**t again, yeah, ayy
Lost just like Gilligan, ayy, ayy
Gone off the s**t again, ayy, lost just like Gilligan, ayy
Gone off the s**t again, ayy, lost just like.

Look, I got hella s**t
Take a whip, peep these molly rocks
I got diamonds, too
Bought a few, but they still like to swipe
b*tch, don’t call my bluff
If you want one, then meet me at the crib
You know what it is
Put your phone on off, give your phone to him, okay, cool
Girl, your fro so soft, ooh, look at your friend, tryna be rude
Get put in your place and that’s out my place
So please, be nice versuri-lyrics.info
All this in your face, you can’t get out my face
We know your type.

Gone off the s**t again, that’s just how I live
Lost just like Gilligan on my own island
Gone off the s**t again, lost just like Gilligan
Gone off the s**t again, ayy, lost just like Gilligan, ayy
Gone off the s**t again, yeah, ayy
Lost just like Gilligan, ayy, ayy
Gone off the s**t again, ayy, lost just like Gilligan, ayy
Gone off the s**t again, ayy, lost just like.

I got hella racks in my safe, got stars in my Wraith
I got stripper h**s snortin’ blow, dancin’ in my place
I got hella pounds from the plug that I’m ’bout to face
Three Six Mafia probably f*ck yo mama back in ’98
Sippin’ on purple rain like champagne
Niggas gon make a toast
And that weed and s**t that you passin’
If a nigga don’t choke
Rolls Royce, I’m flying, sauces drippin’
Same color as the smoke
Thousand niggas with it in the street
Nigga look like the Pope
(Oh s**t, nigga!)

Gone off the s**t again, that’s just how I live
Lost just like Gilligaaan on my own island
Gone off the s**t again, lost just like Gilligaaan
Gone off the s**t again, ayy, lost just like Gilligaaan, ayy
Gone off the s**t again, yeah, ayy
Lost just like Gilligaaan, ayy, ayy
Gone off the s**t again, ayy, lost just like Gilligaaan, ayy
Gone off the s**t again, ayy, lost just like.

Gilligan lost, turned trill again
Need a vitamin, wait a min’
Better yet, a ritalin for my adrenaline
If I’m up in my feelings, better pay the man
Like motherf*ck a middle man
Like I’m the shits with the shits
f*ck another nigga b*tch again off the shits again
Island boy like I’m Dominican
On repeat like a ceiling fan
All pink like I’m Killa Cam
Palms, feet and let ’em feel the sand
On the beach like I’m finna tan
Black and proud like the brother man
Make it rain like the weatherman
Bust your head, f*ck a settlement
Got to save and never sell again.

Gone off the s**t again, that’s just how I live
Lost just like Gilligaaan on my own island
Gone off the s**t again, lost just like Gilligaaan
Gone off the s**t again, ayy, lost just like Gilligaaan, ayy
Gone off the s**t again, yeah, ayy
Lost just like Gilligaaan, ayy, ayy
Gone off the s**t again, ayy, lost just like Gilligaaan, ayy
Gone off the s**t again, ayy, lost just likeee.
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FERGIE – Hungry lyrics

This special, biggest, global
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

[Verse 1: Fergie]
To say it’s complicated, understatement of the year
Well maybe conflict made it a new flavor in your ear
They know that I’m a problem, that’s why everybody scared
Whatever doesn’t kill you, can make you an ill-ionaire
Uh, just turn the headphones up or make the windows roll up
I make they hands go up
When I show up and I blow it ’til I’m full up, wait, hold up
Girl up in the mirror, only one I fear, uh
You say you the realest, I told you I’m the illest

[Chorus: Fergie]
Sick, sick, mmm
Hungry, starving
Not thirsty, just hungry
Ambitious, still hungry
Still hungry

[Verse 2: Rick Ross]
I’m moonwalking on marble floors
Rick Ross, I’m just drippin’ sauce
Bitches see me and they all just wave
Rolls Royce and we call this Wraith
I fuck up money like I’m Escobar
Ballin’, ballin’, Kobe Bryant, that boy living large
No room for medium, that means you thinkin’ small
Ferrari, Fergie, switching gears, she rockin’ with a boss
I close my eyes, I must be telepathic
Look over haters, tripling my assets
It takes courage to accomplish these things
Fergie’s my queen, I’m the king, now come kiss on our rings

[Chorus: Fergie & Rick Ross]
Sick, sick, mmm
Hungry
El Chapo
Starving
Rinzel
Not thirsty, just hungry
Ferrari Fergie
Ambitious, still hungry
Still hungry

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Kid Ink – Bad Ass Lyrics (ft. Wale & Meek Mill)

KID INK
Bad Ass Lyrics (ft. Wale & Meek Mill)

[Hook: Kid Ink]
I’m feeling like the man of the hour, tear down that house
I’m throwin’ this money, like it’s no runnin’ out
Okay, but I wanna know, can you get in the aisle
And drop it down the pole, like it’s a fire?
Now let me see just what you doin’ with your bad ass
I can’t help but watch you movin’ with your bad ass
Let me see just what you doin’ with your bad ass
I can’t help but watch you movin’ with your bad ass

[Verse 1: Kid Ink]
I’m feeling like a man of the hour, host of the evening,
But girl, it’s your show, now bring it back, rerun
I got pockets of hundreds, they say that change is irrelevant
Lookin’ up in the sky, I said I love watching you elevate
High as you ever been, we’re gettin’ hella bent
Ball so hard, I deserve me a Leatherman
Man, let me see that cake, cake, cake, like etamine
Ass up, gon’ take it down like a sedative
That’s a negative, ain’t nobody wetter than her
Better get familiar like a motherf**kerin’ relative
Though you see the fireworks, you lookin’ where my section is
All this money fallin’ in the air like it’s confetti, bitch

[Hook]

[Verse 2: Wale]
I’m the man of the hour, money and power
And I’m on my Lafitte, so I let got Geechee shit out me
And the city is ours, where the killers devour
Where the niggas lift slippers, and the victims left a few flowers
Okay?
Where the c-dog, know what I mean now, cool?
Better be loud when I leave that room
Knowin’ how you move, how you got good shoes
When the heat on niggas be like “whew”
Young nigga with some old riches
In the coldest swimming I be with, we on the cold bitches
The broad left me, I swear that I’m p-noid, you get me?
Dough – and of course she got them cakes but I’m tryin’ to see that throat
35-O-O my code
We high, chuggin’ on that dope
Turn around, girl let a nigga know
Double M, young Olu, go!

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Meek Mill]
I’m feelin’ like the man of the hour, host of the evening
These niggas is haters, they know that we eatin’
I got a bitch in Jamaica, find it tough when we speakin’
I get your chick and I take her, talkin’, got a boat for the weekend
I’m just a young nigga out there ballin’
All these bad bitches callin’
Rollie off like a new obelisk
In the big Rolls Royce, can’t park it
Got gold rims on my Aston Martin
Now I’m rollin’ up in that foreign
I said all my bitches bad, foreign
And you can rent our last Aston Martin
Hold up –
I flex hard on Instagram, post your bitch on InstaHam
Pyrex pots that’s instant grams, drop that work that’s instant bands
And I’m sittin’ man, on a couple mil’
Swear my life’s so f**kin’ real
Back to the wall like “f**k the world”
And niggas say f**k me, I’mma f**k their girl

[Hook]

[Verse 4: Kid Ink]
Now go ahead with that bad ass, and fast cash, right, dash past
Them silicones, that bad ass, got cheese out, the rat trap
Real late night, no cat naps, you so acrobatic
Just move it to the bass slap, the bass slap like the mackest
No question we turnt up, workin’ on my fourth cup
Been throwin’ all this money like the ass is for purchase
Very important person, don’t take it too personal
Got more bottles than homies, it’s a movie, ready for the show!

[Outro]
Show off
Show off
Show off

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Gucci Mane & Ralo – Sometimes (Ralo Laflare Album)

[Chorus – Gucci Mane & Ralo]
These haters done tried everything but ain’t no way to stop us
Them haters hate on everything, they say everything bout us
I hear y’all ni**as talking s**t but I’m not worried bout ya
We did this s**t without ya, I’m the ni**a they watching
You keep buying pistols man but we keep buying choppers
If you f**k with Gucci Mane, we gon shoot the block up
Ni**as keep on popping s**t my ni**as gon pop up
These haters done tried everything but ain’t no way to stop us

[Verse 1 – Ralo]
Ain’t no reason for stopping
Catch me squeezing and popping
Gucci speeding in that Rari
My Lamborghini beside it
I’m the god of the trap, call me Ralo LaFlare
What you make in a year, we throw that shit in the air
My interviews got more views than your video
Moving them birds got a ni**a walking pigeon toed
I can’t believe I got away with all that s**t I sold
You brought your jewelry out for show, I got my s**t off dope
I bet you won’t believe I got more money than your favorite rapper
He can have more followers than me but I won’t follow after em
Any time we go to war I promise we don’t lose a battle
If you f**k with me it gong be your life on the ground that matter

[Chorus – Gucci Mane & Ralo]
These haters done tried everything but ain’t no way to stop us
Them haters hate on everything, they say everything bout us
I hear y’all ni**as talking s**t but I’m not worried bout ya
We did this shit without ya, I’m the ni**a they watching
You keep buying pistols man but we keep buying choppers
If you f**k with Gucci Mane, we gon shoot the block up
Ni**as keep on popping s**t, my ni**as gon pop up
These haters done tried everything but ain’t no way to stop us

[Verse 2 – Gucci Mane & Ralo]
Man my pockets look like I just did a bank robbery
An armored truck heist, all this motherf**king jewelry
And when I start sending slugs I’m the jury and the judge
I’m a hybrid, a mixture of a robber and a plug
I’m so violent, might have my youngins kill you in the club
I’m a tyrant, I’m texting everybody in the hood
These ni**as lying
But I done made so much cheese I’m retiring
And I’m hiring
My shooters firing, you hearing sirens
Was scheming, lost some cooking blocks so tryna make it lock up
My traphouse like a pop up shop, I’m tryna run the guap up
Like a jack in the box I hit one button, my Rolls Royce top’ll pop up
And if these ni**as keep on popping s**t, my ni**as pop up

[Chorus – Gucci Mane & Ralo
These haters done tried everything but ain’t no way to stop us
Them haters hate on everything, they say everything bout us
I hear y’all ni**as talking s**t but I’m not worried bout ya
We did this s**t without ya, I’m the ni**a they watching
You keep buying pistols man but we keep buying choppers
If you f**k with Gucci Mane, we gon shoot the block up
Ni**as keep on popping s**t, my ni**as gon pop up
These haters done tried everything but ain’t no way to stop us

[Verse 3 – Ralo & Gucci Mane]
I pull up in a Lam, it sound like a helicopter
You keep buying pistols man but we keep buying choppers
I hear y’all ni**as talking s**t but I’m not worried bout ya
Gucci Mane Sinatra, let me get that out ya
Don’t you give me s**t cause I’m gon take it from em
I hated from em
Pull up on em, now we take your bomb, he looking dumb
We got more cabbage than a farm
Got more game than a don
Ain’t gotta give a bi**h a crumb
And she still gon give me some ni**a
I get that cash on the regular
All of these bi**hes be negative
None of these ni**as competitive
Tell the robbers that there’s better deals
I won’t fall man, I never trip
I’ma ball and buy another whip
Tell me dog, I’ma get him killed
Instagrams, extra clips

[Chorus – Gucci Mane & Ralo]
These haters done tried everything but ain’t no way to stop us
Them haters hate on everything, they say everything bout us
I hear y’all ni**as talking s**t but I’m not worried bout ya
We did this s**t without ya, I’m the ni**a they watching
You keep buying pistols man but we keep buying choppers
If you f**k with Gucci Mane, we gon shoot the block up
Ni**as keep on popping s**t, my ni**as gon pop up
These haters done tried everything but ain’t no way to stop us

[Outro – Gucci Mane]
Man my pockets look like I just did a bank robbery
Man my pockets look like I just did a bank robbery

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Gucci Mane & Ralo – I Know It (Ralo Laflare Album)

[Hook: Gucci Mane & Ralo]
These haters done tried everything but ain’t no way to stop us
Them haters hate on everything, they say everything ‘bout us
I hear y’all niggas talkin’ shit but I’m not worried ‘bout ya
We did this shit without ya, I’m the nigga they watching
You keep buying pussy man but we keep buying choppers
If you fuck with Gucci Mane, we gon’ shoot the block up
Niggas keep on poppin’ shit, my niggas gon’ pop up
These haters done tried everything but ain’t no way to stop us

[Verse 1: Ralo]
Ain’t no reason for stoppin’
Catch me squeezin’ and poppin’
Gucci speedin’ in that Rari
My Lamborghini beside it
I’m the god of the trap, call me Ralo LaFlare
What you make in a year, we throw that shit in the air
My interviews got more views than your video
Movin’ them birds got a nigga walking pigeon toed
I can’t believe I got away with all that shit I sold
You brought your jewelry out for show, I got my shit off dope
I bet you won’t believe I got more money than your favorite rapper
He can have more followers than me but I won’t follow after ‘em
Any time we go to war I promise we don’t lose a battle
If you fuck with me it gon’ be your life on the ground that matter

[Hook: Gucci Mane & Ralo]
These haters done tried everything but ain’t no way to stop us
Them haters hate on everything, they say everything ‘bout us
I hear y’all niggas talkin’ shit but I’m not worried ‘bout ya
We did this shit without ya, I’m the nigga they watching
You keep buying pistols man but we keep buying choppers
If you fuck with Gucci Mane, we gon’ shoot the block up
Niggas keep on poppin’ shit, my niggas gon’ pop up
These haters done tried everything but ain’t no way to stop us

[Verse 2: Gucci Mane & Ralo]
Man my pockets look like I just did a bank robbery
An armored truck heist, all this motherfuckin’ jewelry
And when I start sending slugs I’m the jury and the judge
I’m a hybrid, a mixture of a robber and a plug
I’m so violent, might have my youngins kill you in the club
I’m a tyrant, I’m texting everybody in the hood
These niggas lyin’
But I done made so much cheese I’m retiring
And I’m hiring
My shooters firing, you hearing sirens
Was scheming, lost some cooking blocks so tryna make it lock up
My traphouse like a pop up shop, I’m tryna run the guap up
Like a jack in the box I hit one button, my Rolls Royce top’ll pop up
And if these niggas keep on poppin’ shit, my niggas’ll pop up

[Hook: Gucci Mane & Ralo]
These haters done tried everything but ain’t no way to stop us
Them haters hate on everything, they say everything ‘bout us
I hear y’all niggas talkin’ shit but I’m not worried ‘bout ya
We did this shit without ya, I’m the nigga they watching
You keep buying pistols man but we keep buying choppers
If you fuck with Gucci Mane, we gon’ shoot the block up
Niggas keep on poppin’ shit, my niggas gon’ pop up
These haters done tried everything but ain’t no way to stop us

[Verse 3: Ralo & Gucci Mane]
I pull up in a Lam, it sound like a helicopter
You keep buying pistols man but we keep buying choppers
I hear y’all niggas talkin’ shit but I’m not worried ‘bout ya
Gucci Mane Sinatra, let me get that out ya
Don’t you give me shit ‘cause I’m gon’ take it from ‘em
I hated from ‘em
Pull up on ‘em, now we take your bomb, he lookin’ dumb
We got more cabbage than a farm
Got more game than a don
Ain’t gotta give a bitch a crumb
And she still gon’ give me some nigga
I get that cash on the regular
All of these bitches be negative
None of these niggas competitive
Tell the robbers that there’s better deals
I won’t fall man, I never trip
I’ma ball and buy another whip
Tell me dog, I’ma get him killed
Instagrams, extra clips

[Hook: Gucci Mane & Ralo]
These haters done tried everything but ain’t no way to stop us
Them haters hate on everything, they say everything ‘bout us
I hear y’all niggas talkin’ shit but I’m not worried ‘bout ya
We did this shit without ya, I’m the nigga they watching
You keep buying pistols man but we keep buying choppers
If you fuck with Gucci Mane, we gon’ shoot the block up
Niggas keep on poppin’ shit, my niggas gon’ pop up
These haters done tried everything but ain’t no way to stop us

[Outro: Gucci Mane]
Man my pockets look like I just did a bank robbery
Man my pockets look like I just did a bank robbery

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21 Savage and Amber Rose Blasts Critics Of Their Relationship

21 Savage and Amber Rose are a full on couple now and they are getting a lot of hate on social media.

The Atlanta rapper and the blonde bombshell have been dating for a few weeks now and things are moving so fast that she already introduced him to her family including her son with Wiz Khalifa, Sebastian. While this is good publicity for 21 Savage who has a project coming out this Friday, it certainly is enough to warrant a response from him.

Last weekend, 21 Savage posted a video of himself and Amber Rose riding in her Rolls Royce while he poured his heart out to her. “The world don’t know how good of a person you are… It’s like they really don’t know how you put everybody before them and how good you are,” the “X” rapper said. “I am glad I met you.”

Since posting the video on social media, a lot of 21 Savage fans are calling him soft, while some are saying that he is setting himself up for some major disappointment given Amber Rose reputation among rappers. Savage responded on Twitter to his critics saying, “Ni**as really think a man expressing his feelings to a girl is soft but y’all will tell da ni**a who gone snitch on you u love him everyday.”

#PressPlay: #21Savage got #AmberRose blushing, chile! #BaeWatch

A post shared by The Shade Room (@theshaderoom) on Jun 30, 2017 at 8:52am PDT

#BallerificCouples – #AmberRose #21Savage

A post shared by Baller Alert (@balleralert) on Jul 3, 2017 at 11:23am PDT

Amber Rose also posted this meme on Instagram telling her haters “I love a romantic hood ni**a.” Her new boo 21 Savage agrees with her.

Thugs need Love too ?

A post shared by Amber Rose (@amberrose) on Jul 2, 2017 at 2:58pm PDT

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Tory Lanez – Bal Harbour (feat. A$AP Ferg)

[Hook: Tory Lanez]
I swear
All I’m trynna do is hit a lick and put my dogs on
Big time
Chuck the money up till it’s all gone
Twenty niggas, hunnit chains
Bitch we all on
We all on
We all on
We all on
We all on
Someone get the shooters cause we all on
I got 40s in the rugers when we all on
I look like the godfather whenever we ball baby
I’m all up in Bal Harbour
Givenchy and Balmain
I look like the godfather whenever we ball baby
I’m all up in Bal Harbour
Givenchy and Balmain

[Verse 1: Tory Lanez]
Pulling up Rolls Royce
Gave them no choice
When I’m telling bitches hop in
Rolls Royce gave them no voice
Push button and the doors close
With a million dollar wardrobe
Airplane mode for the phone
All you fuck niggas I ignore those
I be up way in the clouds
Cause fuck nigga weighing me down
I made a full circle with the plane
I call that shit playing around
I put on the whole clique on bust down
Man the whole world know we up now
Big chain get flood now
Fuck nigga sit the fuck down
Only make you mad see these diamonds on me
Got the whole polar pacific climate on me
All I’m trynna do is put my dog on
Get this money till it’s all gone

[Hook: Tory Lanez]
(I swear)
All I’m trynna do is hit a lick and put my dogs on
Big time
Chuck the money up till it’s all gone
Twenty niggas, hunnit chains
Bitch we all on
We all on
We all on
We all on
We all on
Someone get the shooters cause we all on
I got 40s in the rugers when we all on
I look like the godfather whenever we ball baby
I’m all up in Bal Harbour
Givenchy and Balmain
I look like the godfather whenever we ball baby
I’m all up in Bal Harbour
Givenchy and Balmain

[Verse 2: A$AP Ferg]
I just fucked your bitch, now she hanging with the crew
She hopped up in my whip cause she know I got l the juice
I got a hundred chains, hundred thousand on the jewels
In the foreign switching lanes , nigga that’s just how we do
Come hop in my ride with me baby
These dollar signs be driving me crazy
She drink about four by 10, shoes, they all Phillip Lim
Girl don’t worry bout the cost, them broads don’t know about them
I’m gonna be yours someday
I love her then fuck her like everyday
Im gonna just cuff her fuck what they say
Getting this cake like Anna Mae
We up in the crib watching anime
Right up in the crib where the phantom stay
Taking all your friends on a dinner date
Why you fucking with him he cannot compete
Diamonds dancing crazy, all my jewelry nae nae
They all on my nuts like a payday
When I’m up in the club then it’s pay day
Put my thumb in her butt she like yeah
In the back of my bus I go yeah
And we finna go up in the air
And I catch a lil dome in the lair

[Hook: Tory Lanez]
All I’m trynna do is hit a lick and put my dogs on
Big time
Chuck the money up till it’s all gone
Twenty niggas, hunnit chains
Bitch we all on
We all on
We all on
We all on
We all on
Someone get the shooters cause we all on
I got 40s in the rugers when we all on
I look like the godfather whenever we ball baby
I’m all up in Bal Harbour
Givenchy and Balmain
I look like the godfather whenever we ball baby
I’m all up in Bal Harbour
Givenchy and Balmain

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Bal harbour – Tory Lanez feat. Asap Ferg lyrics

Lyrics Tory Lanez – Bal harbour

I swear
All I’m tryna do is hit a lick and put my dogs on
Big time, chuck the money up until it’s all gone
Twenty niggas, hunnit chains, b*tch we all on
We all on, we all on
We all on, we all on
Someone get the shooters ’cause we all on
I got 40s and the Rugers when we all on
It look like The Godfather, whenever we ball, baby
I’m all up in Bal Harbour, Givenchy and Balmain
It look like The Godfather, whenever we ball, baby
I’m all up in Bal Harbour, Givenchy and Balmain.

Pullin’ up
Rolls Royce gave ’em no choice
When I’m tellin’ b*tches hop in
Rolls Royce gave ’em no voice
Push button and the door close
With a million dollar wardrobe
Airplane mode for the phone
All you f*ck niggas, I ignore those
I be up way in the clouds
Cause f*ck nigga weighin’ me down
I made a full circle with the plane
I call that s**t playin’ around
I put on the whole clique on bust down
Man the whole world know we up now
Big chain get flood now
f*ck nigga, sit the f*ck down
Don’t it make you mad, you see these diamonds on me
Got the whole polar pacific climate on me
All I’m tryna do is put my dog on
Get this money ’til it’s all gone.

I swear
All I’m tryna do is hit a lick and put my dogs on
Big time, chuck the money up until it’s all gone
Twenty niggas, hunnit chains, b*tch we all on
We all on, we all on
We all on, we all on
Someone get the shooters ’cause we all on
I got 40s and the Rugers when we all on
It look like The Godfather, whenever we ball, baby
I’m all up in Bal Harbour, Givenchy and Balmain
It look like The Godfather, whenever we ball, baby
I’m all up in Bal Harbour, Givenchy and Balmain.

I just f*cked your b*tch, now she hangin’ with the crew
She hopped up in my whip ’cause she know I got the juice
I got a hundred chains, hundred thousand on the jewels
In the foreign switchin’ lanes, nigga that’s just how we do
Come hop in my ride with me, baby
These dollar signs be drivin’ me crazy
She drink about four by 10, shoes, they all Phillip Lim
Girl don’t worry bout the cost, them broads don’t know about them
I’m gonna be yours someday versuri-lyrics.info
I love her, then f*ck her like everyday
I’m gonna just cuff and f*ck what they say
Getting this cake like Anna Mae
We up in the crib watching anime
Right up in the crib where the phantom stay
Taking all your friends on a dinner date
Why you f*ckin’ with him? He cannot compete
Diamonds dancing crazy, all my jewelry nae nae
They all on my nuts like a Payday
When I’m up in the club then it’s pay day
Put my thumb in her butt she like yeah
In the back of my bus I go yeah
And we finna go up in the air
And I catch a lil’ dome in the Lear.

I swear
All I’m tryna do is hit a lick and put my dogs on
Big time, chuck the money up until it’s all gone
Twenty niggas, hunnit chains, b*tch we all on
We all on, we all on
We all on, we all on
Someone get the shooters ’cause we all on
I got 40s and the rugers when we all on
It look like The Godfather, whenever we ball, baby
I’m all up in Bal Harbour, Givenchy and Balmain
It look like The Godfather, whenever we ball, baby
I’m all up in Bal Harbour, Givenchy and Balmainnn.
Tory Lanez lyrics
Video harbour

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Soulja Boy – Bankroll (Big Soulja Album)

[Chorus]
Now I put fifties and hundreds inside my bankroll
Ridin’ through the city in that Rolls Royce
It’s just how we roll
Cause we roll
I got fifties and hundreds inside my bankroll
Bad bitches [?]
So we gone, gone
Gone, gone

[Verse One]
I got fifties and hundreds inside my bankroll
Sippin’ on lean, it made me go slow
On the stage and I’m in beast mode
Hundreds in my bankroll
Ridin’ through the city and we turnt up
Lean inside my double-cup
Pulled up in a Lambo
Hop out like Rambo
Lotta goons, lotta ammo
Lotta guns, lotta ammo

[Chorus x2]
Now I put fifties and hundreds inside my bankroll
Ridin’ through the city in that Rolls Royce
It’s just how we roll
Cause we roll
I got fifties and hundreds inside my bankroll
Bad bitches [?]
So we gone, gone
Gone, gone

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Rose Royce – Show Me lyrics

Ah yes baby you know
I have a Rolls Royce
A Mercedes Benz
And a yacht out in marina
Maybe we can take a trip
And you know

Just go out to the Bahamas
Or Paris, or London, you know
I know all the stars, baby
In fact, Sugar Ray is a personal friend of mine
In fact, just the other day I was sayin’
Sugar, you know you and i should just stop by sometime

You told me about your fancy cars
You told me all your friends were stars
You said that we could get away
Maybe take a holiday

I hope that it won’t be too long
You saw that i could sing a song
You got this and you got that
And i’ll end up flat on my back
Oh you got to show me, show me

Show me baby It ain’t no lie
Show me baby In front of my eyes
Show me baby It ain’t no lie
Show me baby In front of my eyes

You know that you’re my only girl
If i could, i’ll give you the world
You said baby you just stick with me
And one day you’ll surely see
No more wastin’ my time

You got yours, keep your hands off mine boy
Baby, you got to make me see
You got to show me what you’re tellin’ me
You told me about your fancy cars
You told me all your friends were stars
You said that we could get away (get away boy)
Maybe take a holiday

I hope that it won’t be too long, no
You saw that i could sing a song
You got this and you got that
And i’ll end up flat on my back
No more wastin’ my time
You got yours, keep your hands off mine boy
Baby you got to make me see
You got to show what you’re tellin’ me

Show me baby It ain’t no lie
Show me baby In front of my eyes
Show me baby It ain’t no lie
Show me baby In front of my eyes
Show me baby, show me baby
You got to show me boy
Show me baby, show me baby…

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Future – Hallucinating (Hndrxx Album)

Astronaut
Yeah yeah

I seduce you with this Aston Martin I bought today
Oh, you done did more drugs than me? You must be hallucinating
Oh, you did more percs than me? Then you must be hallucinating
Don’t menace over these Vicodins, you must’ve seen Satan
I seduce you with this Rolls Royce truck that’s on the way
Chanel is on the invoice, I had bought the store today
That bitch get on my nerves man, I had to send her out to St. Tropez
Oh you done blow more checks than me boy? Then you had got to be hallucinating

I’m a young nigga with this check and I fuck it up
The freshest thing that I ever bought was that Bentley truck

I could turn a stripper to a diva
Chinchilla on her, that’s a PETA
Shawty light the gun like Bonita
Rock stars goin’ like the Beatles
I took Styrofoam to the meeting
Three cellphones when you greet me
Got a bitch waiting in the lounge
I done have to move a few pounds

Looking at my chain don’t drown, and put the diamonds in the mouth
All bad bitches pop out
When a nigga steppin’ out the house
Every day we walk the red carpet
Every day one of my hoes fallin’ in love

I seduce you with this Aston Martin I bought today
Oh, you done did more drugs than me? You must be hallucinating
Oh, you did more percs than me? You must be hallucinating
Don’t menace over these Vicodins, you must’ve seen Satan
I seduce you with this Rolls Royce truck that’s on the way
Chanel is on the invoice, I had bought the store today
That bitch get on my nerves man, I had to send her out to St. Tropez
Oh you done blow more checks than me boy? Then you had got to be hallucinating

I’m a young nigga with this check and I fuck it up
The freshest thing that I ever bought was that Bentley truck

All I do is pop more bottles and give ’em to you
All they ever do is bring more problems than listen to
My chains, my ring gon’ bling, they do all the seducin’
I was kickin’ shit with yo’ bitch, she did all of the choosin’

Looking at my chain don’t drown
And I put the diamonds in your mouth
All bad bitches pop out
When a nigga steppin’ out the house
Every day we walk the red carpet
Every day one of my hoes fallin’ in love

I seduce you with this Aston Martin I bought today
Oh, you done did more drugs than me? You must be hallucinating
Oh, you did more percs than me? You must be hallucinating
Don’t menace over these Vicodins, you must’ve seen Satan
I seduce you with this Rolls Royce truck that’s on the way
Chanel is on the invoice, I had bought the store today
That bitch get on my nerves man, I had to send her out to St. Tropez
Oh you done blow more checks than me boy? Then you had got to be hallucinating

I’m a young nigga with this check and I fuck it up
The freshest thing that I ever bought was that Bentley truck

It’s a lot weighin’ on my shoulders
I ain’t ever gon’ fold up
I had turbo’d off my motor
I was pushin’ boulders
I gave you some closure when I bought the Rover

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Booba – A3 (Autopsie 0 Album)

[Couplet unique]
Je ne fais pas partie du troupeau, j’égorge les gardes-champêtre
Prends les armes avec moi si t’es mon poto
Animal galeux j’vais pas chez le docteur je vais chez le véto
J’ai les couilles en or j’passe pas les détecteurs de métaux
Sans le génie le sport, l’argent facile, c’était mon ghetto
Jamais je ne me plierai, jamais je ne serai un bon négro
Enculé je vais te fumer, j’vais prendre 10 piges, je serai plus le king de la city
Énervé dans le 92 izi car fouetté dans le Mississipi
Pimp mon gamos chez Xzibit, suce moi la bite sans faire d’chichis
B2OBA, on s’embrouille là-bas je t’enterre ici
Lunatic depuis la naissance, sisi
Avec du sang d’esclave j’écris cette missive, mon blase gravé sur le missile
Tant que j’serai sur la piste, rapper sera un métier à haut risques
Essaye d’accorder tes choristes au chant d’une météorite
Hey ho de quoi tu parles ? C’est violent depuis le préau
Big boss, je tire les pénos, Rolls Royce je fais des créneaux
C’est K.O.2.P. qui joue, pourquoi tu demandes "c’est qui qui mène ?" ?
Négro est-ce moi qui aime l’oseille ou lui qui m’aime ?
Il m’en a fallu, il m’en faut, il m’en faudra
Pour pas rouler en Skoda, ne pas décevoir maître Yoda
Descendant de terres d’Afrique, quand je baise ça sent le musc
Cerveau en très bon état, 95 kilos de muscles

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Young Dolph – That’s How I Feel (feat. Gucci Mane)

[Intro: Young Dolph]
It’s Dolph
It’s Gucci
It’s Dolph

[Verse 1: Young Dolph]
Own a big house and it’s full of bad bitches
I’m just sayin’, can a young nigga live?
2 million worth of cars parked in the front yard
But want another Rolls Royce, that’s how I feel
For 100 shots, I heard you paid 100 stacks
Hope you got your receipt, go and get your hunnid back
For the new coupe, I paid 400 flat
Smash your baby mama, wow, then I sent her back
Sittin’ in the truck, smokin’ on a blunt
Then I realized, I think I hear somebody shooting
You think I’m goin’ out like Pac and Biggie, you must be stupid
The millions keep callin’ my phone and I’m headed straight to it

[Hook: Gucci Mane]
Shippin’ money by the mail, I just came back with the bales
Now I’m dancin’ in the truck, that’s how I feel
I’m in a coupe, cost half a mill, I just redid my Chevelle
Got 2 Maybachs in both, that’s just how I feel
I got 2 bitches at the ‘tel, hope that they don’t kiss and tell
I’m way too much for just one bitch, that’s just how I feel
You know that salt can kill a snail but can do nothin’ to a player
I’m way too trill, I’m hard to kill, that’s how I feel

[Verse 2: Gucci Mane]
Only Gucci, twin Ks, I just made the front page
Please stay out my lane, mane ’cause I got road rage
Fresh up out the cage, I’m the jack of all trades
And you suckers can’t kill me, I’ma die of old age
Put your hands on Gucci, then I’m jumpin’ off stage
Choppa’ll turn a nigga dreads to a high top fade
Call me drop top Wop, I’m in a hard top Wraith
‘Bout to roll the motor down and start throwin’ out grenades
Nigga, this is how you feel when you walk up out the jail
And walk up in that bank and tell ’em give you 20 mil
And this is how she feel when you do her hair and nails
And dick so good, she can’t keep it to herself

[Hook: Gucci Mane]
Shippin’ money by the mail, I just came back with the bills
Now I’m dancin’ in the truck, that’s how I feel
I’m in a coupe, cost half a mill, I just redid my Chevelle
Got 2 Maybachs in both, that’s just how I feel
I got 2 bitches at the ‘tel, hope that they don’t kiss and tell
I’m way too much for just one bitch, that’s just how I feel
You know that salt can kill a snail but can do nothin’ to a player
I’m way too trill, I’m hard to kill, that’s how I feel

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Young Dolph – That’s How I Feel Lyrics

[Intro: Young Dolph]
It’s Dolph
It’s Gucci
It’s Dolph

[Verse 1: Young Dolph]
Own a big house and it’s full of bad bitches
I’m just sayin’, can a young nigga live?
2 million worth of cars parked in the front yard
But want another Rolls Royce, that’s how I feel
For 100 shots, I heard you paid 100 stacks
Hope you got your receipt, go and get your hunnid back
For the new coupe, I paid 400 flat
Smash your baby mama, wow, then I sent her back
Sittin’ in the truck, smokin’ on a blunt
Then I realized, I think I hear somebody shooting
You think I’m goin’ out like Pac and Biggie, you must be stupid
The millions keep callin’ my phone and I’m headed straight to it

[Hook: Gucci Mane]
Shippin’ money by the mail, I just came back with the bales
Now I’m dancin’ in the truck, that’s how I feel
I’m in a coupe, cost half a mill, I just redid my Chevelle
Got 2 Maybachs in both, that’s just how I feel
I got 2 bitches at the ‘tel, hope that they don’t kiss and tell
I’m way too much for just one bitch, that’s just how I feel
You know that salt can kill a snail but can do nothin’ to a player
I’m way too trill, I’m hard to kill, that’s how I feel

[Verse 2: Gucci Mane]
Only Gucci, twin Ks, I just made the front page
Please stay out my lane, mane ’cause I got road rage
Fresh up out the cage, I’m the jack of all trades
And you suckers can’t kill me, I’ma die of old age
Put your hands on Gucci, then I’m jumpin’ off stage
Choppa’ll turn a nigga dreads to a high top fade
Call me drop top Wop, I’m in a hard top Wraith
‘Bout to roll the motor down and start throwin’ out grenades
Nigga, this is how you feel when you walk up out the jail
And walk up in that bank and tell ’em give you 20 mil
And this is how she feel when you do her hair and nails
And dick so good, she can’t keep it to herself

[Hook: Gucci Mane]
Shippin’ money by the mail, I just came back with the bills
Now I’m dancin’ in the truck, that’s how I feel
I’m in a coupe, cost half a mill, I just redid my Chevelle
Got 2 Maybachs in both, that’s just how I feel
I got 2 bitches at the ‘tel, hope that they don’t kiss and tell
I’m way too much for just one bitch, that’s just how I feel
You know that salt can kill a snail but can do nothin’ to a player
I’m way too trill, I’m hard to kill, that’s how I feel

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Woke up like this – Playboi Carti lyrics

Lyrics Playboi Carti – Woke up like this

Know I got a lot, lot
I’ma rockstar
I’ma rockstar, know I got a lot, lot
I’ma rockstar.(woke up like this)

Woke up to niggas talking like me, talk
Woke up to niggas sounding like me, talk
Woke up to niggas talking like me, talk
Woke up to niggas sounding like me, talk
I woke up to niggas sounding like me
Woke up to niggas talking like me
Woke up to niggas sounding like me
Woke up to niggas talking like me.

Oh, I think they like me, yeah they like me
Diamonds on me ice cream, hoe that’s lightly
My draco b*tch a Spike Lee, diamonds on me biting
I heard these niggas wanna fight me
Meet me at my next show but you better bring a pipe B
We ain’t fighting, I think she like me, exciting, so exciting
f*ck me, Bentley coupe I’m riding with a thottie, f*ck
I just spent a 100 on my watch piece, f*ck
I done fell in love with a thottie, f*ck
She just wanna f*ck me for my clout, f*ck
b*tch I’m off the lean I crash the Audi, f*ck
Might just spend 200 on this Audi, truck.

Woke up to niggas talkin’ like me, talk
Woke up to niggas soundin’ like me, talk
Woke up to niggas talkin’ like me, talk
Woke up to niggas soundin’ like me, talk
I woke up to niggas soundin’ like me
Woke up to niggas talkin’ like me
Woke up to niggas soundin’ like me
Woke up to niggas talkin’ like me.

Ohhh I think they like me, in my white tee
Ohhh no no no baby smoke so much dope need some Visine
These young nigga don’t like me, but act just like me
“f*cked all of your b*tches so they parties don’t invite me”
That b*tch that’s your wifey, she so trifflin’
I been getting money so don’t nothing really excite me
Carti poured a 6 in the 4 of the right lean
Damn that boy, ask her for some more like the Sprite clean
Yeah, that’s that dirty, that’s that dirty
That girl all up in my face like she ain’t tried to swerve me
These boys all up in my lane I swear they keep on merging
No I cannot see a lame ’cause my Rolls Royce got curtains.

Woke up to niggas talking like me, talk
Woke up to niggas sounding like me, talk
Woke up to niggas talking like me, talk
Woke up to niggas sounding like me, talk
I woke up to niggas sounding like me
Woke up to niggas talking like me
I woke up to niggas sounding like me
Woke up to niggas talking like me.

Oh I think they like me, that she like me
The b*tch want to indict me, she can’t find me
I’m like dirty up the Sprite please, with some ice please
With my b*tch like to sip lean, oh versuri-lyrics.info
Xans, percs, molly, we got hella things
I’m in love with the guap, gave it a wedding ring
And I swear I had these thots before I got the fame
And I swear I had the Glock before I got the chain
I’m in Bompton with Pirus and I don’t even bang
Shoutout G Weed and Yung L, yo hoe that the gang
Shoutout GiGi that’s my boo, she know that I claim
Shootin’ at these niggas like I’m in the paint
Woke up like this.

Woke up to niggas talking like me, talk
Woke up to niggas sounding like me, talk
Woke up to niggas talking like me, talk
Woke up to niggas sounding like me, talk
I woke up to niggas sounding like me
Woke up to niggas talking like me
I woke up to niggas sounding like me
Woke up to niggas talking like meee.
Playboi Carti lyrics
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Future – Hallucinating Lyrics

[Intro]
Astronaut
Yeah yeah

[Chorus]
I seduce you with this Aston Martin I bought today
Oh, you done did more drugs than me? You must be hallucinating
Oh, you did more percs than me? Then you must be hallucinating
Your old man sold me these Vicodins, you must’ve seen Satan
I seduce you with this Rolls Royce truck that’s on the way
Chanel is on the import, I had bought at the store today
That bitch gettin’ on my nerves man, I had to send her out to Saint Tropez
Oh you done blow up more chase than me, boy? Then you got to be hallucinating

[Post-Chorus]
I’m not done nigga
But this check and I have fucked it up
The freshest thing I ever bought was that Bentley truck

[Verse 1]
I could turn a stripper into a diva
Chinchilla on her, that’s PETA
Shot might be gone up a needle
Rockstar goin’ like the Beatles
I took styrofoam to the meeting
Three cellphones with engravin’
Got a bitch waitin’ in the lounge
I’d have to move a few pounds

[Pre-Chorus]
Lookin’ at my chain don’t drown
End up with the diamonds in your mouth
All bad bitches pop out
When the niggas still live in the house
Everyday we walk the red carpet
Everyday one of my hoes fallin’ in love

[Chorus]
I seduce you with this Aston Martin I bought today
Oh, you done did more drugs than me? You must be hallucinating
Oh, you did more percs than me? Then you must be hallucinating
Your old man sold me these Vicodins, you must’ve seen Satan
I seduce you with this Rolls Royce truck that’s on the way
Chanel is on the import, I had bought at the store today
That bitch gettin’ on my nerves man, I had to send her out to Saint Tropez
Oh you done blow up more chase than me, boy? Then you got to be hallucinating

[Post-Chorus]
I’m not done nigga
But this check and I have fucked it up
The freshest thing I ever bought was that Bentley truck

[Verse 2]
All I do is pop more bottles and give ’em to you
All they ever do is bring more problems than listen to
My chains, my ring gon’ bling, they do all the seducin’
I’ve been kickin’ shit with yo’ bitch, she did all of the choosin’

[Pre-Chorus]
Lookin’ at my chain don’t drown
End up with the diamonds in your mouth
All bad bitches pop out
When the niggas still live in the house
Everyday we walk the red carpet
Everyday one of my hoes fallin’ in love

[Chorus]
I seduce you with this Aston Martin I bought today
Oh, you done did more drugs than me? You must be hallucinating
Oh, you did more percs than me? Then you must be hallucinating
Your old man sold me these Vicodins, you must’ve seen Satan
I seduce you with this Rolls Royce truck that’s on the way
Chanel is on the import, I had bought at the store today
That bitch gettin’ on my nerves man, I had to send her out to Saint Tropez
Oh you done blow up more chase than me, boy? Then you got to be hallucinating

[Post-Chorus]
I’m not done nigga
But this check and I have fucked it up
The freshest thing I ever bought was that Bentley truck

[Outro]
Guess it’s a lot weighin’ on my shoulders
They ain’t ever gon’ fold up
I had turbo on my motor
I’ll push ’em boulders
I gave you some closure, been about the Rover

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Young Dolph – Whole Lot

[Hook]
I got a whole lot of guap
Lot of pussies hatin’, tell them I said don’t stop
I got a whole lot of cars
Bad bitches love rich niggas, I swear to God
I smoke a whole lot of weed
I got two white girls at the Four Seasons on their knees
I sold a whole lot of bags
I think I need to slow it down, I’m livin’ too fast

[Verse 1]
One coupe, two coupes, three coupes, no roof
What I’m rockin’, Versace snow boots
I’m ballin’, they mad, I hit the blunt and laugh
I fucked your bitch, I’m sorry, my bad
Christian Dior, my bitch, she spoiled
I’m pourin’ up Act in a Rolls Royce
Big diamonds, big, timin’
One truck, two trucks, my shooters behind me
One milly, two milly, three milly, four
Go get the money, nigga go
Got paper on my motherfucking mind
Your baby momma on my motherfucking line

[Hook]
I got a whole lot of guap
Lot of pussies hatin’, tell them I said don’t stop
I got a whole lot of cars
Bad bitches love rich niggas, I swear to God
I smoke a whole lot of weed
I got two white girls at the Four Seasons on their knees
I sold a whole lot of bags
I think I need to slow it down, I’m livin’ too fast

[Verse 2]
Pull up, jump out, something foreign
Got too high, woke up, forgot where I was this morning
Young nigga, ballin’, NBA
Ask her do she wants some keys and shot her in her face
A lot of whips, a lot of ice
A lot of chips, I’m livin’ life
Mercedes Benz 600, parked outside of Benihanas
400 thousand in my backpack and a half of P
She call me, I text her, I’m on the way
These niggas, they fake, they hate, I’m paid

[Hook]
I got a whole lot of guap
Lot of pussies hatin’, tell them I said don’t stop
I got a whole lot of cars
Bad bitches love rich niggas, I swear to God
I smoke a whole lot of weed
I got two white girls at the Four Seasons on their knees
I sold a whole lot of bags
I think I need to slow it down, I’m livin’ too fast

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Young Dolph – Whole Lot (Gelato Album)

[Hook]
I got a whole lot of guap
Lot of pussies hatin’, tell them I said don’t stop
I got a whole lot of cars
Bad bitches love rich niggas, I swear to God
I smoke a whole lot of weed
I got two white girls at the Four Seasons on their knees
I sold a whole lot of bags
I think I need to slow it down, I’m livin’ too fast

[Verse 1]
One coupe, two coupes, three coupes, no roof
What I’m rockin’, Versace snow boots
I’m ballin’, they mad, I hit the blunt and laugh
I fucked your bitch, I’m sorry, my bad
Christian Dior, my bitch, she spoiled
I’m pourin’ up Act in a Rolls Royce
Big diamonds, big, timin’
One truck, two trucks, my shooters behind me
One milly, two milly, three milly, four
Go get the money, nigga go
Got paper on my motherfucking mind
Your baby momma on my motherfucking line

[Hook]
I got a whole lot of guap
Lot of pussies hatin’, tell them I said don’t stop
I got a whole lot of cars
Bad bitches love rich niggas, I swear to God
I smoke a whole lot of weed
I got two white girls at the Four Seasons on their knees
I sold a whole lot of bags
I think I need to slow it down, I’m livin’ too fast

[Verse 2]
Pull up, jump out, something foreign
Got too high, woke up, forgot where I was this morning
Young nigga, ballin’, NBA
Ask her do she wants some keys and shot her in her face
A lot of whips, a lot of ice
A lot of chips, I’m livin’ life
Mercedes Benz 600, parked outside of Benihanas
400 thousand in my backpack and a half of P
She call me, I text her, I’m on the way
These niggas, they fake, they hate, I’m paid

[Hook]
I got a whole lot of guap
Lot of pussies hatin’, tell them I said don’t stop
I got a whole lot of cars
Bad bitches love rich niggas, I swear to God
I smoke a whole lot of weed
I got two white girls at the Four Seasons on their knees
I sold a whole lot of bags
I think I need to slow it down, I’m livin’ too fast

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Young Dolph – Whole Lot Lyrics

[Hook]
I got a whole lot of guap
Lot of pussies hatin’, tell them I said don’t stop
I got a whole lot of cars
Bad bitches love rich niggas, I swear to God
I smoke a whole lot of weed
I got two white girls at the Four Seasons on their knees
I sold a whole lot of bags
I think I need to slow it down, I’m livin’ too fast

[Verse 1]
One coupe, two coupes, three coupes, no roof
What I’m rockin’, Versace snow boots
I’m ballin’, they mad, I hit the blunt and laugh
I fucked your bitch, I’m sorry, my bad
Christian Dior, my bitch, she spoiled
I’m pourin’ up Act in a Rolls Royce
Big diamonds, big, timin’
One truck, two trucks, my shooters behind me
One milly, two milly, three milly, four
Go get the money, nigga go
Got paper on my motherfucking mind
Your baby momma on my motherfucking line

[Hook]
I got a whole lot of guap
Lot of pussies hatin’, tell them I said don’t stop
I got a whole lot of cars
Bad bitches love rich niggas, I swear to God
I smoke a whole lot of weed
I got two white girls at the Four Seasons on their knees
I sold a whole lot of bags
I think I need to slow it down, I’m livin’ too fast

[Verse 2]
Pull up, jump out, something foreign
Got too high, woke up, forgot where I was this morning
Young nigga, ballin’, NBA
Ask her do she wants some keys and shot her in her face
A lot of whips, a lot of ice
A lot of chips, I’m livin’ life
Mercedes Benz 600, parked outside of Benihanas
400 thousand in my backpack and a half of P
She call me, I text her, I’m on the way
These niggas, they fake, they hate, I’m paid

[Hook]
I got a whole lot of guap
Lot of pussies hatin’, tell them I said don’t stop
I got a whole lot of cars
Bad bitches love rich niggas, I swear to God
I smoke a whole lot of weed
I got two white girls at the Four Seasons on their knees
I sold a whole lot of bags
I think I need to slow it down, I’m livin’ too fast

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Chief Keef – Moonboots (Bonus Track) (Two Zero One Seven Deluxe Album)

[Hook]
All a young nigga know is finesse
Before you come to me, you better get a check
Ride down [?] road, that’s windows flex
Hopped out on em looking like a check
$6,000 bag pack with some Louis boots
All he do is talk, all we do is shoot
All I do is pull out racks
All I do is fucking ball
All I do is pop tags
All I do is fuck the mall

[Verse 1]
All I do is hit Neiman’s
All I do is hit Barneys
All I do is hit Gucci
All I do is get money
All I do is hit Hermans
All I do is hit Louis
All I do it hit Burberry
All I do is get Jewelry
All I do is call my Jeweler
Have him pee on my neck
Your girlfriend just text me like when we having sex?
[?] and can fuck you the week after next
When I’m done I’ll need something to eat after that
These niggas hate me, I give zero fucks
I’m in a Rolls Royce
I’m doing donuts
He wants to spray me
She wants to rape me
She is looking sneaky
He is looking flaky

[Hook]
All a young nigga know is finesse
Before you come to me, you better get a check
Ride down [?] road, that’s windows flex
Hopped out on em looking like a check
$6,000 bag pack with some Louis boots
All he do is talk, all we do is shoot
All I do is pull out racks
All I do is fucking ball
All I do is pop tags
All I do is fuck the mall

[Verse 2]
She just got here and she like how I drive my fucking car
You have a ass and I saw that from a fucking far
She like for real, that’s all?
I’m like girl you fucking smart
When I hit the finish line, throw you back into the start
When you done eating my pickle, throw it back into the jar
Hits I’m balling Scottie Pippen, Michael Jordan, Dennis Rodman
And I get high like I’m growing weed in my garden
I ain’t going nowhere, I’m going to finish what I started
You can walk a thousand miles up in my Louis boots
Don’t wanna have to do the drill so I’m screwing loose
Had your girl down there that’s why my Louis belt was open
Boy your diamonds blurry, let me turn up my focus

[Hook]
All a young nigga know is finesse
Before you come to me, you better get a check
Ride down [?] road, that’s windows flex
Hopped out on em looking like a check
$6,000 bag pack with some Louis boots
All he do is talk, all we do is shoot
All I do is pull out racks
All I do is fucking ball
All I do is pop tags
All I do is fuck the mall

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LUPE FIASCO – Tranquilo lyrics

Peace
No material possessions shall cloud my judgement
As I reach, in an ethereal direction to provide my substance
Love is not found but resides insides me, I manifest this
I will respect myself and wear serenity as my necklace
I will replace what I take and have tranquility as my breakfast
Shed a new light on a new path
I will gain rhythm lose wrath
Attain wisdom and refuse graph
And build upon what I built on
And wisely regulate ’til I do have
‘Cause what is defeat?
But just the evidence of my haste
Lack of preparedness, in my waste
So I wait…
Surround myself with nutrition, wholesomeness and true livin’
Use natural codes of conduct to remove the schism when the roof’s missing
I will pursue felicity, find value in simplicity
Altruism and empathy will be the first thing extended to my enemy
Clarity will be the trademark of my friendships
Just invest in my business
And appreciative of the rarity of my existence

‘Cause I got chillin’ by the million
Tranquilo by the kilo, nigga, nigga
And I got kilos by the speedboat
And I ain’t talkin’ ’bout them drugs
I’m talkin’ ’bout that love
For myself and all my niggas
All my bitches and all my thugs, what’s up?
‘Cause I got chillin’ by the million
Tranquilo by the kilo, nigga, nigga
And I got kilos by the speedboat
And I ain’t talkin’ ’bout that work
I’m talkin’ ’bout that worth
Of myself and all my niggas
Every diamond came out the dirt, nigga

I got bitches on bitches, all my dreams and my visions
I remember me fishin’ out of canals in the trenches
Now a nigga be flossy, Rolls Royce lookin’ glossy
Quick to put down a demo to get these haters up off me
I like to smoke to myself, I just try to improve
Let my son hold my strap while I swim laps in the pool
Told my daughter the rules which we all must abide
Your daddy was far from perfect, things we did to survive
I just wanted to fly, they always lookin’ down on us
School district full of killers, I mean these niggas ferocious
Only violence and drugs, there was nothin’ for us
All I had was this music, I couldn’t afford to do much

‘Cause I got chillin’ by the million
Tranquilo by the kilo, nigga, nigga
And I got kilos by the speedboat
And I ain’t talkin’ ’bout them drugs
I’m talkin’ ’bout that love
For myself and all my niggas
All my bitches and all my thugs, what’s up?
‘Cause I got chillin’ by the million
Tranquilo by the kilo, nigga, nigga
And I got kilos by the speedboat
And I ain’t talkin’ ’bout that work
I’m talkin’ ’bout that worth
Of myself and all my niggas
Every diamond came out the dirt, nigga

Young nigga say… ball
‘Cause he ain’t really livin’ life ‘less he’s down to roll the dice
Put it all on the line for a couple dollars
And a bad bitch that only think about him if he… call
Is it really worth the time and the effort?
Chasin’ wood grain and the leather
Puttin’ pressure on the pedal, I don’t want the devil
Hopin’ he fall
Feed him to his nonsense, mothafuck a contract
You don’t need a handout, they gon’ bring the bands out
Choppas make ’em stand down, good lord
But you don’t wanna be another nigga
Chase the figures that never really add up
White folk pass your face
Dyin’ in the grass ’cause they wouldn’t call the…. law
‘Cause you’re hooded, Black and they think you’re sellin’ crack
Maybe so, you don’t give a fuck in a rut, nigga
[?] in the street got you stuck, nigga, what, nigga?
Buck, buck, nigga
Buried your partner just the other day knowin’ he was too young
Had a tool, tryna roll on the folk
Let it go on the folk
But he wasn’t down to shoot one
Though the time dead and gone
Is YOLO what we on?
I heard different, it’s never too late to listen
And be reborn
Young nigga, young nigga, young nigga
Go be reborn
Peace and understanding is what you should be on

‘Cause I got chillin’ by the million
Tranquilo by the kilo, nigga, nigga
And I got kilos by the speedboat
And I ain’t talkin’ ’bout them drugs
I’m talkin’ ’bout that love
For myself and all my niggas
All my bitches and all my thugs, what’s up?
‘Cause I got chillin’ by the million
Tranquilo by the kilo, nigga, nigga
And I got kilos by the speedboat
And I ain’t talkin’ ’bout that work
I’m talkin’ ’bout that worth
Of myself and all my niggas
Every diamond came out the dirt, nigga

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Lupe Fiasco – Tranquillo (feat. Rick Ross & Big K.R.I.T.)

[Verse 1: Lupe Fiasco]
Peace
No material possessions shall cloud my judgement
As I reach, in an ethereal direction to provide my substance
Love is not found but resides insides me, I manifest this
I will respect myself and wear serenity as my necklace
I will replace what I take and have tranquility as my breakfast
Shed a new light on a new path
I will gain rhythm lose wrath
Attain wisdom and refuse graph
And build upon what I built on
And wisely regulate ’til I do have
‘Cause what is defeat?
But just the evidence of my haste
Lack of preparedness, in my waste
So I wait…
Surround myself with nutrition, wholesomeness and true livin’
Use natural codes of conduct to remove the schism when the roof’s missing
I will pursue felicity, find value in simplicity
Altruism and empathy will be the first thing extended to my enemy
Clarity will be the trademark of my friendships
Just invest in my business
And appreciative of the rarity of my existence

[Hook: Lupe Fiasco]
‘Cause I got chillin’ by the million
Tranquilo by the kilo, nigga, nigga
And I got kilos by the speedboat
And I ain’t talkin’ ’bout them drugs
I’m talkin’ ’bout that love
For myself and all my niggas
All my bitches and all my thugs, what’s up?
‘Cause I got chillin’ by the million
Tranquilo by the kilo, nigga, nigga
And I got kilos by the speedboat
And I ain’t talkin’ ’bout that work
I’m talkin’ ’bout that worth
Of myself and all my niggas
Every diamond came out the dirt, nigga

[Verse 2: Rick Ross]
I got bitches on bitches, all my dreams and my visions
I remember me fishin’ out of canals in the trenches
Now a nigga be flossy, Rolls Royce lookin’ glossy
Quick to put down a demo to get these haters up off me
I like to smoke to myself, I just try to improve
Let my son hold my strap while I swim laps in the pool
Told my daughter the rules which we all must abide
Your daddy was far from perfect, things we did to survive
I just wanted to fly, they always lookin’ down on us
School district full of killers, I mean these niggas ferocious
Only violence and drugs, there was nothin’ for us
All I had was this music, I couldn’t afford to do much

[Hook: Lupe Fiasco]
‘Cause I got chillin’ by the million
Tranquilo by the kilo, nigga, nigga
And I got kilos by the speedboat
And I ain’t talkin’ ’bout them drugs
I’m talkin’ ’bout that love
For myself and all my niggas
All my bitches and all my thugs, what’s up?
‘Cause I got chillin’ by the million
Tranquilo by the kilo, nigga, nigga
And I got kilos by the speedboat
And I ain’t talkin’ ’bout that work
I’m talkin’ ’bout that worth
Of myself and all my niggas
Every diamond came out the dirt, nigga

[Verse 3: Big K.R.I.T.]
Young nigga say… ball
‘Cause he ain’t really livin’ life ‘less he’s down to roll the dice
Put it all on the line for a couple dollars
And a bad bitch that only think about him if he… call
Is it really worth the time and the effort?
Chasin’ wood grain and the leather
Puttin’ pressure on the pedal, I don’t want the devil
Hopin’ he fall
Feed him to his nonsense, mothafuck a contract
You don’t need a handout, they gon’ bring the bands out
Choppas make ’em stand down, good lord
But you don’t wanna be another nigga
Chase the figures that never really add up
White folk pass your face
Dyin’ in the grass ’cause they wouldn’t call the…. law
‘Cause you’re hooded, Black and they think you’re sellin’ crack
Maybe so, you don’t give a fuck in a rut, nigga
[?] in the street got you stuck, nigga, what, nigga?
Buck, buck, nigga
Buried your partner just the other day knowin’ he was too young
Had a tool, tryna roll on the folk
Let it go on the folk
But he wasn’t down to shoot one
Though the time dead and gone
Is YOLO what we on?
I heard different, it’s never too late to listen
And be reborn
Young nigga, young nigga, young nigga
Go be reborn
Peace and understanding is what you should be on

[Hook: Lupe Fiasco]
‘Cause I got chillin’ by the million
Tranquilo by the kilo, nigga, nigga
And I got kilos by the speedboat
And I ain’t talkin’ ’bout them drugs
I’m talkin’ ’bout that love
For myself and all my niggas
All my bitches and all my thugs, what’s up?
‘Cause I got chillin’ by the million
Tranquilo by the kilo, nigga, nigga
And I got kilos by the speedboat
And I ain’t talkin’ ’bout that work
I’m talkin’ ’bout that worth
Of myself and all my niggas
Every diamond came out the dirt, nigga

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Lupe Fiasco – Tranquilo lyrics

Peace
No material possessions shall cloud my judgement
As I reach, in an ethereal direction to provide my substance
Love is not found but resides insides me, I manifest this
I will respect myself and wear serenity as my necklace
I will replace what I take and have tranquility as my breakfast
Shed a new light on a new path
I will gain rhythm lose wrath
Attain wisdom and refuse graph
And build upon what I built on
And wisely regulate ’til I do have
‘Cause what is defeat?
But just the evidence of my haste
Lack of preparedness, in my waste
So I wait…
Surround myself with nutrition, wholesomeness and true livin’
Use natural codes of conduct to remove the schism when the roof’s missing
I will pursue felicity, find value in simplicity
Altruism and empathy will be the first thing extended to my enemy
Clarity will be the trademark of my friendships
Just invest in my business
And appreciative of the rarity of my existence

‘Cause I got chillin’ by the million
Tranquilo by the kilo, nigga, nigga
And I got kilos by the speedboat
And I ain’t talkin’ ’bout them drugs
I’m talkin’ ’bout that love
For myself and all my niggas
All my bitches and all my thugs, what’s up?
‘Cause I got chillin’ by the million
Tranquilo by the kilo, nigga, nigga
And I got kilos by the speedboat
And I ain’t talkin’ ’bout that work
I’m talkin’ ’bout that worth
Of myself and all my niggas
Every diamond came out the dirt, nigga

I got bitches on bitches, all my dreams and my visions
I remember me fishin’ out of canals in the trenches
Now a nigga be flossy, Rolls Royce lookin’ glossy
Quick to put down a demo to get these haters up off me
I like to smoke to myself, I just try to improve
Let my son hold my strap while I swim laps in the pool
Told my daughter the rules which we all must abide
Your daddy was far from perfect, things we did to survive
I just wanted to fly, they always lookin’ down on us
School district full of killers, I mean these niggas ferocious
Only violence and drugs, there was nothin’ for us
All I had was this music, I couldn’t afford to do much

‘Cause I got chillin’ by the million
Tranquilo by the kilo, nigga, nigga
And I got kilos by the speedboat
And I ain’t talkin’ ’bout them drugs
I’m talkin’ ’bout that love
For myself and all my niggas
All my bitches and all my thugs, what’s up?
‘Cause I got chillin’ by the million
Tranquilo by the kilo, nigga, nigga
And I got kilos by the speedboat
And I ain’t talkin’ ’bout that work
I’m talkin’ ’bout that worth
Of myself and all my niggas
Every diamond came out the dirt, nigga

Young nigga say… ball
‘Cause he ain’t really livin’ life ‘less he’s down to roll the dice
Put it all on the line for a couple dollars
And a bad bitch that only think about him if he… call
Is it really worth the time and the effort?
Chasin’ wood grain and the leather
Puttin’ pressure on the pedal, I don’t want the devil
Hopin’ he fall
Feed him to his nonsense, mothafuck a contract
You don’t need a handout, they gon’ bring the bands out
Choppas make ’em stand down, good lord
But you don’t wanna be another nigga
Chase the figures that never really add up
White folk pass your face
Dyin’ in the grass ’cause they wouldn’t call the…. law
‘Cause you’re hooded, Black and they think you’re sellin’ crack
Maybe so, you don’t give a fuck in a rut, nigga
[?] in the street got you stuck, nigga, what, nigga?
Buck, buck, nigga
Buried your partner just the other day knowin’ he was too young
Had a tool, tryna roll on the folk
Let it go on the folk
But he wasn’t down to shoot one
Though the time dead and gone
Is YOLO what we on?
I heard different, it’s never too late to listen
And be reborn
Young nigga, young nigga, young nigga
Go be reborn
Peace and understanding is what you should be on

‘Cause I got chillin’ by the million
Tranquilo by the kilo, nigga, nigga
And I got kilos by the speedboat
And I ain’t talkin’ ’bout them drugs
I’m talkin’ ’bout that love
For myself and all my niggas
All my bitches and all my thugs, what’s up?
‘Cause I got chillin’ by the million
Tranquilo by the kilo, nigga, nigga
And I got kilos by the speedboat
And I ain’t talkin’ ’bout that work
I’m talkin’ ’bout that worth
Of myself and all my niggas
Every diamond came out the dirt, nigga