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Lil Uzi Vert – Sauce It Up (On TRL) (Live)

Sauce it up, ayy
Sauce it up, ayy
Sauce it up, ayy
Goin’ dumb, ayy
Where you from, ayy
Throw it up, ayy
I’m one of the greatest to ever do it
Goin’ dumb (hey)
Goin’ nuts (hey)
Sauce it up (hey)
Sauce it up (hey)
Lil Uzi Vert
Throw it up (hey)
Where you from (hey)
Throw it up (hey)
Where you from (hey)
Going dumb (hey)
Going nuts! (hey)
Sauce it up (sauce it up)
Do too much (do too much)
Ain’t enough (ain’t enough)
Ain’t enough (ain’t enough)
Where you from? (Where you from?)
Throw it up (throw that shit up)
Goin’ nuts (yeah)
Goin’ dumb
Sauce it up (sauce it up)
Do too much (do too much)
Ain’t enough (ain’t enough)
Ain’t enough (ain’t enough)
Where you from? (Where you from?)
Throw it up (throw that shit up)
Goin’ nuts (yeah)
Goin’ dumb
Everyday I’m ballin’, so you know I’m scorin’
My fish are imported, my pockets enormous
These niggas keep hatin’, this is their last warning
Met that girl last night, ooh, fucked her through the morning
Um, no no girl, I’m sorry, hangup girl don’t call me
No, no you will not get me caught up all up on Maury
Cash out, make it rain, no game, Atari
Ride me like a Harley, only boy in the party
I was on the phone, yeah with Playboi Carti
Commes des Garçon, hearts all on my cardi’
I was in a Lamb’, Carti he was in a ‘Rari
I’m gon’ keep on flexin’, if you don’t like it then I’m sorry (sorry)
Sauce it up (sauce it up)
Do too much (do too much)
Ain’t enough (ain’t enough)
Ain’t enough (ain’t enough)
Where you from? (Where you from?)
Throw it up (throw it up)
Goin’ nuts (yeah)
Goin’ dumb
Sauce it up (sauce it up)
Do too much (do too much)
Ain’t enough (ain’t enough)
Ain’t enough (ain’t enough)
Where you from? (Where you from?)
Throw it up (throw it up)
Goin’ nuts (yeah)
Goin’ dumb
Okay, big guap chasin’
Big knot havin’
My money stackin’
This shit extravagant (woah)
This for all my niggas
The ones that be traffickin’
All my diamonds African
I might go and matte the Benz
I already had that bitch
Went and got a badder bitch
Persian rug, Alladin shit
Nice foreign hoe like a Latin bitch
I could serve you
Ayy, let me say it one time
Ayy, turn around, baby girl
Let me serve you
Woo, yeah I said that you wet like Squirtle
Yeah, walk around pigeon-toed, got the bird flu (brrr)
And you think you in love, don’t wanna hurt you (woah)
Man I think that I’m done, gotta swerve you
Sauce it up (sauce it up)
Do too much (do too much)
Ain’t enough (ain’t enough)
Ain’t enough (ain’t enough)
Where you from? (Where you from?)
Throw it up (throw it up)
Goin’ nuts (yeah)
Goin’ dumb
Sauce it up (sauce it up)
Do too much (do too much)
Ain’t enough (ain’t enough)
Ain’t enough (ain’t enough)
Where you from? (Where you from?)
Throw it up (throw that shit up)
Goin’ nuts (yeah)
Goin’ dumb
I’m so awesome
I’m so awesome
These niggas so mad it’s exhaustin’
I swear I’m a stunna like Steve Austin
I swear I’m a stunna like Steve Austin
Sauce it up (ooh)
Do too much (ooh)
Where you from? (ooh)
Throw it up (ooh)
Going nuts (ooh)
Going dumb (ooh)
Lil Uzi Vert

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Lil Uzi Vert – Sauce It Up Lyrics

[Intro]
Sauce it up, ayy
Sauce it up, ayy
Sauce it up, ayy
Goin’ dumb, ayy
Um
Where you from, ayy
Throw it up, ayy
I’m one of the greatest to ever do it
Goin’ dumb (hey)
Goin’ nuts (hey)
Sauce it up (hey)
Sauce it up (hey)
Lil Uzi Vert
Throw it up (hey)
Where you from (hey)
Throw it up (hey)
Where you from (hey)
Going dumb (hey)
Going nuts! (hey)

[Chorus]
Sauce it up (sauce it up)
Do too much (do too much)
Ain’t enough (ain’t enough)
Ain’t enough (ain’t enough)
Where you from? (Where you from?)
Throw it up (throw that shit up)
Goin’ nuts (yeah)
Goin’ dumb
Sauce it up (sauce it up)
Do too much (do too much)
Ain’t enough (ain’t enough)
Ain’t enough (ain’t enough)
Where you from? (Where you from?)
Throw it up (throw that shit up)
Goin’ nuts (yeah)
Goin’ dumb

[Verse 1]
Everyday I’m ballin’, so you know I’m scorin’
My bitch so important, my pockets enormous
These niggas keep hatin’, this is their last warning
Met that girl last night, ooh, fucked her through the morning
Um, no no girl, I’m sorry, hangup girl don’t call me
No, no you will not get me caught up all up on Maury
Cash out, make it rain, no game, Atari
Ride me like a Harley, only boy in the party
I was on the phone, yeah with Playboi Carti
Commes des Garçon, hearts all on my cardi’
I was in a Lamb’, Carti he was in a ‘Rari
I’m gon’ keep on flexin’, if you don’t like me then I’m sorry (sorry)

[Chorus]
Sauce it up (sauce it up)
Do too much (do too much)
Ain’t enough (ain’t enough)
Ain’t enough (ain’t enough)
Where you from? (Where you from?)
Throw it up (throw it up)
Goin’ nuts (yeah)
Goin’ dumb
Sauce it up (sauce it up)
Do too much (do too much)
Ain’t enough (ain’t enough)
Ain’t enough (ain’t enough)
Where you from? (Where you from?)
Throw it up (throw it up)
Goin’ nuts (yeah)
Goin’ dumb

[Verse 2]
Okay, big guap chasin’
Big knot havin’
My money stackin’
This shit extravagant (woah)
This for all my niggas
Them ones that be traffickin’
All my diamonds African
I might go and matte the Benz
I already had that bitch
Went and got a badder bitch
Persian rug, Aladdin shit
Nice foreign hoe like a latin bitch
I could serve you
Ayy, let me say it one time
Ayy, turn around, baby girl
Let me serve you
Woo, yeah I said that you wet like Squirtle
Yeah, walk around pigeon-toed, got the bird flu (brrr)
And you think you in love, don’t wanna hurt you (woah)
Man I think that I’m done, gotta swerve you

[Chorus]
Sauce it up (sauce it up)
Do too much (do too much)
Ain’t enough (ain’t enough)
Ain’t enough (ain’t enough)
Where you from? (Where you from?)
Throw it up (throw it up)
Goin’ nuts (yeah)
Goin’ dumb
Sauce it up (sauce it up)
Do too much (do too much)
Ain’t enough (ain’t enough)
Ain’t enough (ain’t enough)
Where you from? (Where you from?)
Throw it up (throw that shit up)
Goin’ nuts (yeah)
Goin’ dumb

[Outro]
I’m so awesome
I’m so awesome
These niggas so bad it’s exhaustin’
I swear I’m a stunna like Steve Austin
I swear I’m a stunna like Steve Austin
Sauce it up (ooh)
Do too much (ooh)
Where you from? (ooh)
Throw it up (ooh)
Going nuts (ooh)
Going dumb (ooh)

[Outro]
Lil Uzi Vert

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ASAP Ferg – Mad Man (feat. Playboi Carti) (Still Striving Album)

[Intro: Three 6 Mafia, Playboi Carti, & DJ Paul]
Tear da club up
Tear da club up
Tear da club up
Tear da club up
Whatchu know man? It’s A$AP, nigga
Tear da club up
It’s A$AP nigga, stop all that goofy shit
Tear da club up
Tear da
Club up
Nigga, fuck yo squad nigga
This for all you playa hataz who be talking that

[Verse 1: A$AP Ferg]
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
Spent 50K on the Rollie
Just brought that shit and my bitch broke it
She sayin’ she ain’t even notice
But her pussy wet like the ocean
Ayy, ayy (swim, swim, swim)
Ayy, ayy (Margiela, mad man!)
Master Bruce, yeah I’m the coldest
Master Bruce, yeah I’m the coldest
Margiela and that Rick Owens
I’m fucking her friend and she know it
Margiela, bad
My jewelry stone cold like Steve Austin
Don’t care for no bitch, we just toss ’em
Millionaire, still live in Harlem
(Yeah, uh) There in your hood
Riding up to a bodega, Fergie ‘gone blow like Omega
This ain’t no game, ain’t no SEGA
Even though that beef old I don’t care
I will not fuck with the Raiders
Second deal out with Adidas
Fergie done got him a sneaker
Making a bitch sing like Aretha
I’m fucking your bitch when you eat her
You cuffing that bitch like you need her
Yamborghini with Aaliyah
Rest in peace until I see ya
(Margiela, mad man!)

[Verse 2: Playboi Carti]
Yuh, yuh, yuh
Poppin’ these pills in my coupe
I’m on the roof, move like I’m Batman
Um, damn, what, Margiela mad man
(Margiela, mad, man!)
Ooh, ooh, ooh
These niggas they stealing my flow, talking bout huh?
Boy I’m stealing your hoe
Taking your hoe to the pad
She getting lit, she tryna suck on the dick
She wanna suck on the dick
She wanna suck like a tick (ooh yeah what uh)
Suck like a tick, suck on this shit, give her to clique
Give em the clip, get on your knees, pray for the dick
Pray for this shit, pray for my clique, pray for my niggas
Ooh, ooh, I got my hand on the trigger
I got my hand on her pussy, all of these niggas they pussy
He run away like a wuss, I got the paper like books
I can’t pull up bitch I’m booked
Walked in that bitch and the bitches they looked
All of these niggas, these niggas they shook
29 hop in the tub
Watch this lil balls while I make a lil call

[Outro: Playboi Carti & DJ Paul]
Nigga, fuck yo squad
A$AP nigga
This for all you playa hataz who be talking that

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Kanye West – Feedback (Dorian_Ye Version) Lyrics

[Intro]
I’ve been outta my mind a long time
I’ve been outta my mind a long time

[Hook]
Ayy, y’all heard about the good news?
Y’all sleeping on me, huh? Had a good snooze?
Wake up, nigga, wake up
We bout to get this paper

[Verse 1]
Money never made me
Make me do something? Nah, can’t make me
Even if the money low, can’t pay me
Even if the money low, can’t play me

[Hook]
Ayy, y’all heard about the good news?
Y’all sleeping on me, huh? Had a good snooze?
Wake up, nigga, wake up
We bout to get this paper

[Verse 2]
Pablo bought a Roley and a rottweiler
Seem like the more fame, I only got wilder
Hands up, we just doing what the cops taught us
Hands up, we just doing what the cops taught us
I’ve been outta my mind a long time
I’ve been outta my mind a long time
I’ve been saying how I feel at the wrong time
Might not come when you want but I’m on time

[Hook]
Ayy, y’all heard about the good news?
Y’all sleeping on me, huh? Had a good snooze?
Wake up, nigga, wake up
We ’bout to get this paper

[Verse 3]
I can’t let these people play me
Name one genius that ain’t crazy
Follow our father
You borrow our motto
I’m a Chicago south sider
I’m a Chicago south sider

[Hook]
Ayy, y’all heard about the good news?
Y’all sleeping on your boy, had a good snooze?
Wake up, nigga, wake up
It’s time to get the paper

[Verse 4]
I’ve been outta my mind a long time
I’ve been outta my mind a long time
I know, I know, I shouldn’t even bother
With all these gossiping, no-pussy-getting bloggers
Fashion show in Gotham, I need another costume
PETA’s mad cause I made a jacket outta possum
Awesome, Steve Jobs mixed with Steve Austin
Rich slave in the fabric store picking cotton
If Hov J then every Jordan need a Rodman
Man, Jay, they don’t really want no problems
Driving in the same car that they killed Pac in
Driving in the same urrr that they killed Pac in
Hands up, we just doing what the cops taught us
Hands up, hands up, then the cops shot us

[Outro]
Hold on, hold on, hold on
Wait a second, everybody here, I’m the ghetto Oprah
You know what that mean? You get a fur! You get a fur!
You get a jet! You get a jet! Big booty bitch for you! Woo!

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Nines – High Roller (feat. J Hus) (One Foot Out Album)

[Intro]
Zino Records (Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha…)

[Hook: J Hus]
Hopped in the tinted wagon
What’s the worst that could happen?
That hasn’t already happened
I’ve been outdoors for days
Getting paid in different ways
You wouldn’t know money if it slapped you in your face
I’m the high roller, bipolar in the fly motor
I’m the high roller, bipolar in the fly motor

[Verse 1: Nines]
Come through looking fly in some designers
Always got it, can’t catch me sliding in these sliders
Even at the red carpet event we had them straps on base
I only do push-ups if I catch a case
I’m just a skinny nigga with a army
Stepped my game up from the Mini to the ‘rarri
See them niggas acting like they’re bosses, they’re frauds
I shut it down in my city plus I be flossing abroad
Came through in a Audi or in that Honda Accord
All this gold got me looking like a Oscar Award
You ain’t getting show money how you keep flossing?
Rocks in the ring, ain’t fighting Steve Austin
I got all these model bitches on me to fuck
They wanna hit the cling on me like when I’m re’ing up
Hit the block for fresh air, write some new lyrics
Got the feds tryin’ to tap me down every two minutes

[Hook: J Hus]
Hopped in the tinted wagon
What’s the worst that could happen?
That hasn’t already happened
I’ve been outdoors for days
Getting paid in different ways
You wouldn’t know money if it slapped you in your face
I’m the high roller, bipolar in the fly motor
I’m the high roller, bipolar in the fly motor

[Verse 2: Nines]
Me and the gang coming like some Arabs
Spending all this crack money up in Harrods
Just whipped up see the white under my nails
Told my nigga fix up cah we don’t fight over girls
Got himself a mix up tryna line up some bells
Twenty bricks up off a Q, bike and some scales
If I blow I don’t have to share
Went broke tried to reach out, all them niggas left me hanging like a chandelier
Everyday a nigga hustle
Wrapping up in the trap house playlist on shuffle
Still post on the strip
These lazy niggas chill in bed
My nigga Keyz and Pappy probably wrapped up a mill’ in pebs
My new chick keeps the ting inside her blouse
And she ain’t been to my crib, I got a sidechick house
And I still don’t go home until my food’s done
Even bring the four fizzy on me in a school run

[Hook: J Hus]
Hopped in the tinted wagon
What’s the worst that could happen?
That hasn’t already happened
I’ve been outdoors for days
Getting paid in different ways
You wouldn’t know money if it slapped you in your face
I’m the high roller, bipolar in the fly motor
I’m the high roller, bipolar in the fly motor

[Outro: Nines]
Don’t compare me to none of these rappers, B
We’re nothing alike
Niggas be rapping my life
Free the team
Ice City going platinum baby!

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Kanye West – Feedback (The Life Of Pablo Album)

[Hook]
Ayy, y’all heard about the good news?
Y’all sleeping on me, huh? Had a good snooze?
Wake up, nigga, wake up
We bout to get this paper

[Verse 1]
Money never made me
Make me do something? Nah, can’t make me
Even if the money low, can’t pay me
Even if the money low, can’t play me

[Hook]
Ayy, y’all heard about the good news?
Y’all sleeping on me, huh? Had a good snooze?
Wake up, nigga, wake up
We bout to get this paper

[Verse 2]
Pablo bought a Roley and a rottweiler
Seem like the more fame, I only got wilder
Hands up, we just doing what the cops taught us
Hands up, we just doing what the cops taught us
I’ve been outta my mind a long time
I’ve been outta my mind a long time
I’ve been saying how I feel at the wrong time
Might not come when you want but I’m on time

[Hook]
Ayy, y’all heard about the good news?
Y’all sleeping on me, huh? Had a good snooze?
Wake up, nigga, wake up
We ’bout to get this paper

[Verse 3]
I can’t let these people play me
Name one genius that ain’t crazy
Follow our father
You borrow our motto
I’m a Chicago south sider
I’m a Chicago south sider

[Hook]
Ayy, y’all heard about the good news?
Y’all sleeping on your boy, had a good snooze?
Wake up, nigga, wake up
It’s time to get the paper

[Verse 4]
I’ve been outta my mind a long time
I’ve been outta my mind a long time
I know, I know, I shouldn’t even bother
With all these gossiping, no-pussy-getting bloggers
Fashion show in Gotham, I need another costume
PETA’s mad cause I made a jacket outta possum
Awesome, Steve Jobs mixed with Steve Austin
Rich slave in the fabric store picking cotton
If Hov J then every Jordan need a Rodman
Man, Jay, they don’t really want no problems
Driving in the same car that they killed Pac in
Driving in the same uh that they killed Pac in
Hands up, we just doing what the cops taught us
Hands up, hands up, then the cops shot us

[Outro]
Hold on, hold on, hold on
Wait a second, everybody here, I’m the ghetto Oprah
You know what that mean? You get a fur! You get a fur!
You get a jet! You get a jet! Big booty bitch for you! Woo!