IamSu! – Poppin’ Bands Lyrics

Yeah
Trippy nigggas
Yeah
Oh

Heartbreakers we back
Hoe niggas be quite
Pull up in that lab
Can’t keep up if you tried
Evrything is thata dope
I heard thatchu might die

All my homies gone ride
All my niggas gone fire
Like chicken at popeyes
Won’t recognise my grind
But recognise my mind
They blowin up my line
#Im holdin down my section
I represent my side
M shoestrings untied
With peanut butter inside
Uh
Trippy
Comin straight up ot of Rich City
Im drunk off that remmy
My goals are like pennys
My flow retarded like Jimmy
Tell them haters come get me
I had 9 shots, more like 50

Hook
My bands all on me
My whole city on me
We top floor,OG
Flatscreens in my suite
We goin al night long
My hoe carry me on
Got money al in my pocket
Got money callign mey phone

X5
Im poppin bands
Poppin bands rubber bands
Poppin, poppin, rubber bands

On me , i got a thrity bands on me
I been poppin zans and rubber bands
Til the bottles on E
I ain’t sippin on no lean, but im rollin OG
Yellowbones and wellow cones
No yellow stones on me
Rollin (rollin)
Through the city
1-50 in my duffle bag
Drop a 50 piece off
Count a 100 grams
(cash)
Im blowing cash
All m girls look extra fast
S class, best grass
You see this big cloud , when i press the gas
Im out (Out,out)
I make 2 mill in the south
I got famous in the drought
Yeah im turning bitches out
Burn , go
Im the man with all this weed
I ain’t play n games I got crazy bands on me
Im poppi bands

Hook

Future – Might As Well lyrics

So I ain’t have to scheme
Rawest diamonds on my team (bet)
Raw diamonds on lean (hey)
I took off just like a rocket (I’m gone)
Olajuwon, Hakeem
Either way it goes
We buyin’ out the stores (for real)
We ain’t never runnin’ out of lean, (never)
Might as well go on ‘n pour it (pour)
Racks bustin’ out of niggas’ jeans (fuck)
Might as well go out ‘n blow it (fact)
Smoke the loud like nicotine (smoke)
Talk drugs not record it
Conversate, now absorb it (I got it)
Be a door, no informant
Percocets got me goin’
OG, coughing up a lung

[Verse 1]
They got our streets, tried to tell ya (bitch)
It’s already been done (I got it)
Ammunition over flowin
Tears fillin’ up her pun
Now you sea blowin’ like it’s snowin (let’s get it)
I know I’m bliss, I speak in tongues (you bet it)
My words touch a nigga soul
They get you through it, overcome
I Ride the boats in the ocean
I whipped the car, it was stolen
I got the stars on the ceiling
I got my charge acquitted
I was the one got evicted
Living with the pink slip, riding ‘round with the pink slip
I done swam with the sharks
Nigga came from the deep end
You will never know what I was in
Times are getting rough we still get in
I was selling crack when Snoop dropped “Juice and Gin” (yah yah)
Run a one room shack with a million in the den (fact)

[Hook]
Rawest diamonds on my team (bet)
Raw diamonds on lean (hey)
I took off just like a rocket (I’m gone)
Olajuwon, Hakeem
Either way it goes
We buyin’ out the stores (for real)
We ain’t never runnin’ out of lean, (never)
Might as well go on ‘n pour it (pour)
Racks bustin’ out of niggas’ jeans (fuck)
Might as well go out ‘n blow it (fact)
Smoke the loud like nicotine (smoke)
Talk drugs not record it
Conversate, now absorb it (I got it)
Be a door, no informant
Percocets got me goin’
OG, coughing up a lung

[Verse 2]
Workaholic
A few supermodels color
Ain’t gonna expose ya
Can’t say I think about it (fact)
(Can’t say I think about it)
Pink diamonds, no blinking
[?] no dripping
Started off on a mission
I got real niggas still cripplin’
Child support getting heavy
It’s hard not to get offended
Oh, you maxing out your credit card?
Like it wasn’t hard for me
I just bought a new Bugatti for you

[Hook]
So I ain’t have to scheme
Rawest diamonds on my team (bet)
Raw diamonds on lean (hey)
I took off just like a rocket (I’m gone)
Olajuwon, Hakeem
Either way it goes
We buyin’ out the stores (for real)
We ain’t never runnin’ out of lean, (never)
Might as well go on ‘n pour it (pour)
Racks bustin’ out of niggas’ jeans (fuck)
Might as well go out ‘n blow it (fact)
Smoke the loud like nicotine (smoke)
Talk drugs not record it
Conversate, now absorb it (I got it)
Be a door, no informant
Percocets got me goin’
OG, coughing up a lung

[Bridge]
Lived in it all
Gotta take a trip and go ball (I gotta take a trip)
Packin’ the luggage I’m gonna get down by tomorrow
Get down by tomorrow
And packin’ the luggage so I get down by tomorrow

[Hook]
So I ain’t have to scheme
Rawest diamonds on my team (bet)
Raw diamonds on lean (hey)
I took off just like a rocket (I’m gone)
Olajuwon, Hakeem
Either way it goes
We buyin’ out the stores (for real)
We ain’t never runnin’ out of lean, (never)
Might as well go on ‘n pour it (pour)

Boosie Badazz – Crabs in the Bucket Lyrics

[Intro]
I want to thank god for getting me out the bucket…
The grind life…
Yall crabs in a bucket
The grind life
This ain’t swimming pool nigga
We thugging

[Verse 1]
Marcus momma smoke crack and his daddy was a pusher
His cousin on for busting mother fuckers like a russian
Cory momma crazy, him and Tony got nothing
As long as Cory got food, him and Tony got something
His uncle name Wayne, he smoking crack with my uncle
Hit heavy in the cane, selling crack to my uncle
Suge momma died man he was only 5
His cousin robbed a trailer, gave that boy only 45
They gave that boy 45

[Hook]
We was crabs in the bucket and if we make it out we lucky but we thugging
The grind life
If we make it out we lucky but we crabs in the bucket and fuck it
Grind life

[Verse 2]
Head buster was my thug nigga
Daddy was a smoker
Put it on ya quick, nigga crazy like the joker
My nigga fired things whole family straight thugging
His big brother my big brother
He best friends with my cousin
All of us was crabs in the bucket
Directions from the OG’s
Like Ya lil nigga bust it
Kevin was a thug, his momma could tell him nothing
6 at the top and the bottom he was thugging
No time to play the cops and the robbers we was hustling
Big boy done lost his momma and big Chris like my cousin
We all came from nothing, we clutchin and we bustin
Another cross breed
Go to your head and try for Brohnson
That’s the blood of a gangsta

[Hook]
We was crabs in the bucket and if we make it out we lucky but we thugging
The grind life
If we make it out we lucky but we crabs in the bucket and fuck it
Grind life

[Verse 3]
Fresh was a hard head since he was young
Paula use to try to tell us change cuz we was young
But still we was some hard heads
On the hill coming
They stood over my boy (mike boy) with a pump
My momma was a teacher and my daddy was a sniffer
His brother up in hunts
And his son on that river
I was on that river like the crabs in the bucket
Nothing but killers around me on the yard with them pokers
Far from broke niggas we was young dope dealers
All my childhood friends got somebody up the road
We put it in our hand, guarantee to smoke niggas
All my childhood friends, all of us sell snow
All of us sell dope

[Hook]
We was crabs in the bucket and if we make it out we lucky but we thugging
Thug life
If we make it out we lucky but we crabs in the bucket and fuck it
If we make it out that bucket
We was crabs in the bucket and if we make it out we lucky but we thugging
I hop you make it out the bucket
If we make it out we lucky but we crabs in the bucket and fuck it
I hope you make it out that bucket

[Outro]

Money Man – Out The Mud (feat. Young Thug) (Black Circle 2 Album)

[Verse 1: Young Thug]
Blatt! Blatt! Blatt! Jeeee~
I make the pop flip
I’m stacking my chips
Like I’m in Vegas
She gotta have hips
Ain’t fucking no RIP
My car is the latest
My pockets on blimp
I’m pissing out zips
My kids are lazy

Keys all on my cars
I shine like a star
I’m higher than Mars, ohh
My jewelry is winning, no poo
And this street shit is in me, Ryu

I got tats on my fore arms
I smoke more trees than a Palm
Hey and I’m……blowing, no bomb
That FN I got is bout loud as a car alarm

[Hook: Money Man]
I told her jump inside the bed
I told her open up ya legs
I told her come and use ya head
These niggas beefing over bread
These niggas talking to the Feds
I just go burn a pound of Meds
I buy a brick and shake a leg
I had to go and get it out the mud
I had to turn myself in to a plug
Ain’t nobody want to show me love
I had to crawl out from the slums
I cut half these niggas off
Cause half these niggas too soft
I had to bounce back when I lost
Ran it up now a nigga on me

[Verse 2: Money Man]
I went to Arizona for a minute
Buy the boy just a cheaper ticket
Baby girl let a plug hit it
I’m a beast when them drugs in me
I’m with the growers out at Cali
They just be tossing bags at me
These niggas use to laugh at me
Now these bitches throwing ass at me
Ain’t have a shoulder to lean on
Ain’t have an OG to put me on
Ran up a hundred thousand on my own
Ran up a hundred thousand from the strong
I’m kicking bitches out the coupe
I’m giving speeches to the troops
Grab the F n N and let it loose
I just can’t snitch on my connect
I just can’t go for disrespect
Pour a 40 ease all the stress
Don’t make me break a little nigga neck
Streets turning a nigga to a monster
Swear to god a nigga eating Lobster
I keep a cart by all the robbers
That’s a hundred rounds for all my problems

[Hook: Money Man]
I told her jump inside the bed
I told her open up ya legs
I told her come and use ya head
These niggas beefing over bread
These niggas talking to the Feds
I just go burn a pound of Meds
I buy a brick and shake a leg
I had to go and get it out the mud
I had to turn myself in to a plug
Ain’t nobody want to show me love
I had to crawl out from the slums
I cut half these niggas off
Cause half these niggas too soft
I had to bounce back when I lost
Ran it up now a nigga on me

MURS – Survivor

Close the door, ring in for some moments
I’d like to scope the floor with all of my opponents
Tell it how it is, take it how you want it
Sound a little different in that radio rap, don’t it?
‘Cause this is what it sounds like
Real motherfuckers get around mic
Twenty one savage with the rhyme
You started out on Youtube rapping for divine
Slow mo dancing on that pop shit like cocoa
Better be aware of the drop kick
[?] make the airway toxic
Spitting so local, man, these suckers can’t stop it
[?]
That’s how you’re supposed to hit the block bitch
Modern day get old profit
How could I not be? I was raised on that path shit
I could go pro, yeah homie, watch this
Used to be loco, now I’m dancing on tap bitch
Twenty years deep [?]
This is probably jackpot, I’ve been so obnoxious
We were screaming on the [?]
Nigga, can’t you see I’m exorcising demons?
Get back, nigga
Haven’t been right in a long time
Should I just make you sleek in the wrong kind?
Feel [?] to the bay, niggas know me
Used to be greyhound, bail now OG
One call, get a rap nigga lit up
[?] y’all don’t need to fuck with us
Killers, hustlers, pimps, weirdos
Call em criminals
But those are my heroes
Well, on this east side I am
You wanna picture that moment? Nigga, here I am
When Cypress Hill made killer man
I just started writing in, I was still a fan
Made my first song in my [?] house
Back when my mama used to worry bout my wear
Hit the pro nigga [?]
Curfews college that I did not care about
I was off on my own, captain of my own ship
Tryina be pro

G Herbo – That’s How I Grew Up (Humble Beast: Before The Album)

[Intro]
Money callin’ me, trouble followin’ me
I’ma street nigga and I’ma always be
And my momma know I’m good so she don’t pray for me
I’m just a street nigga and I’ma always be

[Hook]
We was gangbangin’, that’s how I grew up
Out there sellin’ work, that’s how I grew up
Youngin’ shootin’ shit up, that’s how I grew up
I put in that work, that’s how I blew up
Man fuck them niggas, they ain’t nothin’ like us
We don’t talk to cops, that’s how I grew up
We just sit out box, that’s how I grew up
All day on the block, that’s how I grew up

[Verse 1]
On the Eastside of Chiraq, thats where I grew up
OG ain’t let me on Essex until I grew up
When G Fazo died in 2010 I just ain’t give a fuck
‘Member me and Manski on the phone an hour teein’ up
Fourteen we was young as fuck all ready to fuck shit up
Comin’ up no fear in us we ready to kill sum
Lil Roc died Broski turned himself in for a year or sum
Trappin’ so hard told em leave the line and watch us still run it
Back then I was sixteen probably running up a fifteen
Then I started spittin’ 16s, rappin’ 16s, by my 16th
Nigga 16 yeah them my blocks
Four blocks can’t switch, four blocks that way
Four blocks up four blocks back
We run our shit and the opps
(Gang gang)

[Hook]
We was gangbangin’, that’s how I grew up
Out there sellin’ work, that’s how I grew up
Youngin’ shootin’ shit up, that’s how I grew up
I put in that work, that’s how I blew up
Man fuck them niggas, they ain’t nothin’ like us
We don’t talk to cops, that’s how I grew up
We just sit out box, that’s how I grew up
All day on the block, that’s how I grew up

[Verse 2]
You can’t come where I grew up
Big ass guns where I grew up
They shoot for fun where I grew up
No where to run you fall you fucked
Wonder why your niggas never pull up
Never call you up
Ain’t know who you calling for
No body want war with us
Literally, bullshit you not
Fo’nem go nuts with them Glocks
They don’t even know how to stop
Knock that little shit off the top
Grew up fathers off the dope
Grew up mothers off the rocks
Errybody got a problem
Errybody got a opp
And I grew up just a screw up
Takin’ drugs [?]
Totin’ guns missin’ court goin’ on the run
Gangbangin’ ridin’ on opps just for fun
Pop in front of ’em masked up
Can’t see my face just the gun

[Hook]
We was gangbangin’, that’s how I grew up
Out there sellin’ work, that’s how I grew up
Youngin’ shootin’ shit up, that’s how I grew up
I put in that work, that’s how I blew up
Man fuck them niggas, they ain’t nothin’ like us
We don’t talk to cops, that’s how I grew up
We just sit out box, that’s how I grew up
All day on the block, that’s how I grew up

Chief Keef – So Tree (Two Zero One Seven Deluxe Album)

[Hook]
I remember when the big homies used to shit on me
Pull up in that mothafucka with the sticks, homie
Cash fallin’ out my pants ’cause the stick on me
Hand me the repellent ’cause this nigga bitch on me
Remember when I got OG’d by the OGs
Nigga, you can stop actin’ like you know me
If I fuck a nigga bitch, I’ma do it lowkey
Pullin’ out big bucks ’cause I’m So Tree

[Verse 1]
I’m checkin’ the mail, I’m weighin’ the scale, I’m buyin’ the bail
Smokin’ on dope ’til my mind is dull
Nigga like me gon’ find a way
Jeans like this, you only find in Paris
Me and cash got some kind of marriage
I got too many diamond pendants
All this ice, I’m divin’ in it
Brand new truck, I’m ridin’ in it
Me and the gang I’m slidin’ in it
LV’s all on my denim
Wrist got big diamonds in ’em
Shades got them M’s on ’em
Pockets got them bands on ’em
.40 got a fan on it
Accounts, I put bands on it
Payed 6 bands for this Fendi
I get jiggy I get jiggy
Up this .223, I don’t trust you, y’all look iffy
I got a 100 in this choppa since it’s just 2, y’all get 50
Dream chasing like Meek Milly
Ridin’ with a 50 up yo city, let’s get it

[Hook]
I remember when the big homies used to shit on me
Pull up in that mothafucka with the sticks, homie
Cash fallin’ out my pants ’cause the stick on me
Hand me the repellent ’cause this nigga bitch on me
Remember when I got OG’d by the OGs
Nigga, you can stop actin’ like you know me
If I fuck a nigga bitch, I’ma do it lowkey
Pullin’ out big bucks ’cause I’m So Tree

[Verse 2]
Slick I’m tryna get 20 bathrooms
Need a beach house down in Cancun
I got a view of the stars and the moon
All this marble on the ground, grab a broom
Outside white, red seats in the coupe
Cameras all around it, I can see what you do
24’s on it, I can ride through the snow
Cops on my ass, now I’m ridin’ real slow
Got one cousin missin’, all he know is sell dope
He don’t even care about the tourin’ and the shows
He don’t even wanna fuck the bitches and the hoes
Every time I visit, he in the kitchen with the stove

[Hook]
I remember when the big homies used to shit on me
Pull up in that mothafucka with the sticks, homie
Cash fallin’ out my pants ’cause the stick on me
Hand me the repellent ’cause this nigga bitch on me
Remember when I got OG’d by the OGs
Nigga, you can stop actin’ like you know me
If I fuck a nigga bitch, I’ma do it lowkey
Pullin’ out big bucks ’cause I’m So Tree

Chief Keef – So Tree (Two Zero One Seven Album)

[Hook]
I remember when the big homies used to shit on me
Pull up in that mothafucka with the sticks, homie
Cash fallin’ out my pants ’cause the stick on me
Hand me the repellent ’cause this nigga bitch on me
Remember when I got OG’d by the OGs
Nigga, you can stop actin’ like you know me
If I fuck a nigga bitch, I’ma do it lowkey
Pullin’ out big bucks ’cause I’m So Tree

[Verse 1]
I’m checkin’ the mail, I’m weighin’ the scale, I’m buyin’ the bail
Smokin’ on dope ’til my mind is dull
Nigga like me gon’ find a way
Jeans like this, you only find in Paris
Me and cash got some kind of marriage
I got too many diamond pendants
All this ice, I’m divin’ in it
Brand new truck, I’m ridin’ in it
Me and the gang I’m slidin’ in it
LV’s all on my denim
Wrist got big diamonds in ’em
Shades got them M’s on ’em
Pockets got them bands on ’em
.40 got a fan on it
Accounts, I put bands on it
Payed 6 bands for this Fendi
I get jiggy I get jiggy
Up this .223, I don’t trust you, y’all look iffy
I got a 100 in this choppa since it’s just 2, y’all get 50
Dream chasing like Meek Milly
Ridin’ with a 50 up yo city, let’s get it

[Hook]
I remember when the big homies used to shit on me
Pull up in that mothafucka with the sticks, homie
Cash fallin’ out my pants ’cause the stick on me
Hand me the repellent ’cause this nigga bitch on me
Remember when I got OG’d by the OGs
Nigga, you can stop actin’ like you know me
If I fuck a nigga bitch, I’ma do it lowkey
Pullin’ out big bucks ’cause I’m So Tree

[Verse 2]
Slick I’m tryna get 20 bathrooms
Need a beach house down in Cancun
I got a view of the stars and the moon
All this marble on the ground, grab a broom
Outside white, red seats in the coupe
Cameras all around it, I can see what you do
24’s on it, I can ride through the snow
Cops on my ass, now I’m ridin’ real slow
Got one cousin missin’, all he know is sell dope
He don’t even care about the tourin’ and the shows
He don’t even wanna fuck the bitches and the hoes
Every time I visit, he in the kitchen with the stove

[Hook]
I remember when the big homies used to shit on me
Pull up in that mothafucka with the sticks, homie
Cash fallin’ out my pants ’cause the stick on me
Hand me the repellent ’cause this nigga bitch on me
Remember when I got OG’d by the OGs
Nigga, you can stop actin’ like you know me
If I fuck a nigga bitch, I’ma do it lowkey
Pullin’ out big bucks ’cause I’m So Tree

Egg beater – Peewee Longway lyrics

Lyrics Peewee Longway – Egg beater

Uhhhhh c-note longway cassidy jay sucker
5 finger egg beater

Dunking pounds of draymond green
curry keys shooting three’s
put my Michael Jackson glove on breaking down the sleeve
5 finger egg beater seen call your house yo deed
5 finger egg beater whipping up that Mona Lisa
5 finger egg beater trick em in the pot for mon lisa

5 finger beater flipping dope with a spatula
1000-8grams getting them from the pastor
curry keys shooting 3s rose gold forges on a raptor crawling like a f*cking tarantula
dunking pounds of that draymond green
all these guts fill with maybulean
c-lo got me back to serving lean im no freshman on double Xl magazine
i go to the bay and get me fresh OG
im on packs of pharo with like 2 freaks
5 finger beater get a 10 a key
ya them balmains stuffed with them Benjamin’s
balmain boots look like they timberlands
sipping that act nd that tuss in that pingenan
my b*tch say my nut taste like some M&Ms
MrBlueBenjamin f*cked up my kidney system lets get it

Dunking pounds of draymond green
curry keys shooting 3s
put my Michael Jackson glove on breaking down the sleeve
5 finger egg beater seen call your house yo deed
5 finger egg beater whipping up that Mona Lisa
5 finger egg beater trick em in the pot for mon lisa

Ace-Loaded cashed out on Keshia
jugging panda bears in my new Kon Yezzeys
Told me bring back some shit make her pussy drip
Keep that WI-FI on me with a extra clip making big plays big flips
Got big drugs good base Blue print like Jay-Z im the man in the trunk with funnel Cake
5 finger beater cooking dope up at the dinner date
Water whipping the way a nigga wrist penetrate
Reversible clip on them AKs
Cameras in the rear of the coupe for the f*ck niggas
Arizona plug selling bags of the swag
Stand up in the motor pas the gas
b*tch put them bowls in a plastic bag
Send a box to my granny nd a box to my grand-daddy scrambled some eggs nd got right back it

Dunking pounds of draymond green
curry keys shooting 3s
put my Michael Jackson glove on breaking down the sleeve
5 finger egg beateeer seen call your house yo deed
5 finger egg beateeer whipping up that Mona Lisa
5 finger egg beater trick em in the pot for mon lisaaa.
Peewee Longway lyrics
Video beater

2 Chainz – Good Drank (feat. Gucci Mane & Quavo)

[Intro: 2 Chainz]
Uhh, alright
I did it, hahah, yeah

[Verse 1: 2 Chainz]
Used to treat my mattress like the ATM, yeah
Bond number 9 that’s my favorite scent, yeah
Can’t forget the kush, I’m talking OG, yeah
Rest in peace to pop, he was an OG, oh yeah
285 I had that pack on me, uh
I cannot forget I had that strap on me, yeah
Rest in peace to my nigga Doe (TRU)
All we ever want to do is ball
That was the easy part, we playing that Weezy hard
We sit in the kitchen late, we tryna to make an escape
Trying to make me a mil, so I’mma keep me a plate
I told ’em shawty can leave, so I’mma keep me a rake
So I’mma keep me a Wraith, my jewelry look like a lake
Today I’m in the Maybach
And that car came with some drapes
You know I look like a safe, I put you back in your place
I look you right in your face, sing to your bitch like I’m Drake
Yeah

[Hook: Quavo]
Good drank, big knots
Good drugs, I put a four on the rocks (lean!)
Drop top, no hot box
12 tried to pull me over, pink slips to the cops
She said the molly give her thizz face
Put the dick in her rib cage
Whips out, Kunta Kinte
Diamonds clear like Bombay
Take your babies, no Harambe
Play with keys like Doc Dre
3K like André
Need a girl call her, come through

[Verse 2: Gucci Mane]
It’s Gucci!
Your trunk in the front
Well check this out my top in the trunk
You play with my money
Then check this out your pop in the trunk
Three mil in a month
But I just did three years on a bunk
Oh, you in a slump
I’m headed to Oakland like Kevin Da Runt
What is your point?
Square with the stamp, fuck Kevin Durant
Lay on on my trap
Play with my cap and I’ll knock off your hat
I’m taking the cheese and killing the rats
Gucci Mane, call me the cat with the racks
I’m swervin’, but I’m in back of the ‘Bach
I’m Persian, man I got hoes from Iraq
I’m servin’ I pay a bird for that
He nervous, I ain’t got no word for that
He hurt and want all of his purses back
He mixing the syrup with the Percocets
She perfect and she got perky breasts
I just want some of that turkey neck
Trapper of the year, I’m from Bouldercrest
You snitch of the year cause you told the best

[Hook: Quavo]
Good drank, big knots
Good drugs, I put a four on the rocks
Drop top, no hot box
12 tried to pull me over, pink slips to the cops
She said the molly give her thizz face
Put the dick in her rib cage
Whips out Kunta Kinte
Diamonds clear like Bombay
Take your babies, no Harambe
Play with keys like Doc Dre
3K like Andre
And your girl, call her cum face

[Outro: 2 Chainz]
Aye, Mike Dean
This shit hard as fuck, bruh
You a living legend, I appreciate that
Aye, Guwop, I’m glad you home, cuz
Quavo, you already know man
You got next on these niggas double salute man
True shit, 2 Chainz!
Hair Weave Killer
Daniel Son, the Necklace Don
Chapo Jr

Good drank – 2 Chainz feat. Gucci Mane lyrics

Lyrics 2 Chainz – Good drank

Used to treat my mattress like the ATM, yeahhh
Bond number 9 that’s my favorite scent, yeahhh
Can’t forget the kush, I’m talking OG, yeahhh
Rest in peace to pop, he was an OG, oh yeahhh
285 I had that pack on me, uhhh
I cannot forget I had that strap on me, yeahhh
Rest in peace to my nigga Doe (TRU)
All we ever want to do is ball
That was the easy part, we playing that Weezy hard
We sit in the kitchen late, we tryna to make an escape
Trying to make me a mil, so I’mma keep me a plate
I told ’em shawty can leave, so I’mma keep me a rake
So I’mma keep me a Wraith, my jewelry look like a lake
Today I’m in the Maybach
And that car came with some drapes
You know I look like a safe, I put you back in your place
I look you right in your face, sing to your b*tch like I’m Drake
Yeahhh.(good drank)

Good drank, big knots
Good drugs, I put a four on the rocks (lean!)
Drop top, no hot box
12 tried to pull me over, pink slips to the cops
She said the molly give her thizz face
Put the dick in her rib cage
Whips out, Kunta Kinte
Diamonds clear like Bombay
Take your babies, no Harambe
Play with keys like Doc Dre
3K like André
Need a girl call her, come through.

It’s Gucci!
Your trunk in the front
Well check this out my top in the trunk
You play with my money
Then check this out your pop in the trunk
Three mil in a month
But I just did three years on a bunk
Oh, you in a slump
I’m headed to Oakland like Kevin Da Runt
What is your point?
Square with the stamp, f*ck Kevin Durant
Lay on on my trap
Play with my cap and I’ll knock off your hat
I’m taking the cheese and killing the rats
Gucci Mane, call me the cat with the racks
I’m swervin’, but I’m in back of the ‘Bach
I’m Persian, man I got hoes from Iraq
I’m servin’ I pay a bird for that
He nervous, I ain’t got no word for that
He hurt and want all of his purses back
He mixing the syrup with the Percocets
She perfect and she got perky breasts
I just want some of that turkey neck
Trapper of the year, I’m from Bouldercrest
You snitch of the year cause you told the best.

Good drank, big knots
Good drugs, I put a four on the rocks
Drop top, no hot box
12 tried to pull me over, pink slips to the cops
She said the molly give her thizz face
Put the dick in her rib cage
Whips out Kunta Kinte
Diamonds clear like Bombay
Take your babies, no Harambe
Play with keys like Doc Dre
3K like Andre
And your girl, call her cum face.

Aye, Mike Dean
This shit hard as f*ck, bruh
You a living legend, I appreciate that
Aye, Guwop, I’m glad you home, cuz
Quavo, you already know man
You got next on these niggas double salute man
True shit, 2 Chainz!
Hair Weave Killer
Daniel Son, the Necklace Don
Chapo Jrrr.
2 Chainz lyrics
Video drank

N.O.R.E. – Issues / Check Ya Posture Feat. Yung Reallie, City Boy Dee & Sanogram Lyrics

[Hook]
You see they hate to see us winning
So I know they got some issues
Issues, issues, issues
You see they hate to see us winning
So I know they got some issues
Issues, issues, issues
You see they hate to see us winning so I know they got some issues
Issues, issues, issues
You see they hate to see us winning so I know they got some issues
Issues, issues, issues

[Verse 1]
Ayo
I was feeling back litty
I feel like 98 again
Real gonna love it and the fake gonna hate again
Other niggas fronting acting like they making more than me
Million dollar meetings in jeans
I dress accordingly
Bogomil upgrade from hoggi
Original slime and hip hop, they all owe me
And uh
My city needed me, I read the hoodpedia
Killed it on the music and started killing the media
Spilla rilla fill, indica, sativia
Yeah that nigga sick like they run with leukaemia

[Hook]
You see they hate to see us winning
So I know they got some issues
Issues, issues, issues
You see they hate to see us winning
So I know they got some issues
Issues, issues, issues
You see they hate to see us winning so i know they got some issues
Issues, issues, issues
You see they hate to see us winning so I know they got some issues
Issues, issues, issues

[Verse 2]
Who you know illa than Reallie Riddle me that
All my real niggas know where I’m mentally at
Wake up drinking pain what’s the issue with that
Malibu in the hills is where I physically at
Checking in with the hood conversations is wack
I don’t think I’m too good, I’m just stating the facts
Four door or the coup, I’m debating with that
Flying in and out of town, people hating on that
Yeah they tell me Imma a star, I’m just tryna get these cars
Niggas telling me to rap, I’m just tryna move the [?]
Sweat pants and the Rollie, I don’t do Balenciaga
[?] start out the mouth, like I’m blowing out the cartridge

[Hook]
You see they hate to see us winning
So I know they got some issues
Issues, issues, issues
You see they hate to see us winning
So I know they got some issues
Issues, issues, issues
You see they hate to see us winning so i know they got some issues
Issues, issues, issues
You see they hate to see us winning so I know they got some issues
Issues, issues, issues

[Verse 3]
Aye yo they hate to see us winning so I heard we got some issues
No problem, they trip so Imma blow em like some issues
Riding with the OG 16 by the hip like a whole pea
Nigga violate?
Imma OD
Shooting forever like Ginobili
I don’t believe nothing mother fuckers got to show me
Tryna level up but the streets want the old me
Keep it to myself, I did 3 for my code [?]
That nigga told
Hit feens with the give and go
Grease on crisco
Gas on sitco
And I let my shit go
They know what it is hitting for
Heard what I get it for
Imagine what I’m sitting on

[Hook]
You see they hate to see us winning
So I know they got some issues
Issues, issues, issues
You see they hate to see us winning
So I know they got some issues
Issues, issues, issues
You see they hate to see us winning so i know they got some issues
Issues, issues, issues
You see they hate to see us winning so I know they got some issues
Issues, issues, issues

[Verse 4]
[?] on that maggianos, I’m eating pasta
I’m use to eating noodles in the trenches like it’s Lobster
Playing with my cheese and we gon pull up like a mobster
When you getting money, you gon learn to change you posture
Get money, flex
Get money, flex
Get money, flex
Get money, flex
Get money, flex
Get money, flex
I only got time to convo if it is about the check
Money don’t grow on trees, how you figure nigga
Off that tree, I am still a six figure nigga
Shout out Reallie, shout out Dee, shout out Bizzle nigga
Shout out Nore and alli
How you living nigga
Don’t let that hammer on your waist have you feeling bigger
Where I’m from you know they really got to kill a nigga
credit card on my room handle incidentals
I’m balling out on purp, this ain’t no accidental
You pillow talk but act like you ain’t having issues
And always wonder why i’m never vibing with you
More money more problems, got alot of issues
I’m feeling like everybody artificial
[?] on that maggianos, I’m eating pasta
I’m use to eating noodles in the trenches like it’s Lobster
Playing with my cheese and we gon pull up like a mobster
When you getting money, you gon learn to change you posture
Get money, flex
Get money, flex
Get money, flex
Get money, flex
Get money, flex
Get money, flex
I only got time to convo if it is about the check

[Verse 5]
The plug out in cali niggas tryna get it
All this money on my mind I ain’t tryna kick it
All this weight in the room gonna be hard to lift it
silencer on the pound sound like it’s spitting
I never let these funny niggas front on me
If I really get it going, they gon run on me
A boogie got a bag, I got a gun on me
Been getting money, bought a bendz when I was 23
niggas can’t tell us about this flex shit
They be on this, we on to the next shit
Out in Cali
Sun shinning off my necklace
Speeding in the Bent, almost missed the exit
Get money, flex
Get money, flex
Get money, flex
Get money, flex
Get money, flex
Get money, flex
I only got time to convo if it is about the check
[?] on that maggianos, I’m eating pasta
I’m use to eating noodles in the trenches like it’s Lobster
Playing with my cheese and we gon pull up like a mobster
When you getting money, you gon learn to change you posture
Get money, flex
Get money, flex
Get money, flex
Get money, flex
Get money, flex
Get money, flex
I only got time to convo if it is about the check

Akon – Show Up (feat. Og Boo Dirty)

[Akon]
Mama hold her head and cry
Cause her son had been shut down on the streets and died
Oh why oh why?
Is what she cries She cries.

The biggest problems in the cities
Is them daddies ain’t there
And if it ain’t about the money
Then nobody don’t care
And then I spoke to an OG trying ment to me said boy
these streets suck the love right out your heart
So don’t believe that bullshit.

You know god damn well these niggaz won’t show up
(oh no no noo)
know god damn well These bitches will grow up
I’m sinking down to the ground of the ghettos We can’t get no lower
So I’ m askin’ God How we can dig ourselves out?
We can’t afford a shovel

If there’s a problem in the hood everybody comes together Just to solve that problem
But that’s the problem in the hood No one comes together unless she involved violence
Cause we were taught to be the tough guys And we were told just to remake silence
The you got them niggaz telling on the next guys Stand and tell them what it takes to solve them

Is there a problem that I don’t know about?
Is there a problem that I haven’t heard about?
Sad sick kids are robbin each other Prostitues and drug dealers
We won’t get much further unless we start helping each other
But they’re none believers will say

You know god damn well That these niggaz won’t show up You know god damn well that these bitches won’t grow up I’m sinking down to the ground of the ghettos We can’t get no lower
So I’ m asking God How we can dig ourselves out? We can’t afford a shovel

[OG Boo Dirty]
Rule 16, brothers with no fathers around
ever 16, 14 brothers now
Too much school to get a degree one with the jelle Others was thuggin on the streets Damn, so nobody really made it out You better celebrate just to get her health
Momma worked at 2 jobs while babysitting hard name we wanna see ma daddy when we was in a drill
life crazy can’t disguise since work whit the shovel And all these hoes around diggin’ me with no shovels

[Akon]
You know god damn well That these niggaz won’t show up You know god damn well that these bitches won’t grow up I’m sinking down to the ground of the ghettos We can’t get no love up
So I’ m askin’ God How we can dig ourselves out? We can’t afford a shovel.

Fredo Santana – Riot (feat. Childish Gambino)

[Intro: DJ]
Rest in peace Blood Money
Rest in peace Lil Rob
Rest in peace (?)
Rest in peace to all the fallen soldiers

[Hook: Fredo Santana]
Blowin’ up, taking selfies, I’m so selfish
This Mac-10 leave you wet up, just like a selfie
Hold up, say you got work but what you sellin’?
Niggas say they out here but really they be tellin’
Violence, violence, I’ma start some violence
Violence, violence, all my nigga violent
Violence, violence, don’t make me start a riot
Violence, violence, all my niggas violent

[Verse 1: Fredo Santana]
Violence, violence, my money keep on pilin’
These bitches be so childish, these niggas be some actors
Blessin’ to you bitches, I’m the motherfuckin’ pastor
30 on my waist, don’t make me turn your ass to Casper
Make me do a drill, do a hit, after my last blunt
These bitches ain’t shit, that’s why I fuck then I pass on
Baby you don’t know me, acting like my homie
Coolin’ in the trap somewhere smokin’ OG
Watchin’ out for ops and I’m watchin’ out for police
My trap doin’ numbers, got me ballin’ like I’m Kobe, like I’m Kobe
Don’t make me blank out and turn to the old me

[Hook: Fredo Santana]
Blowin’ up, taking selfies, I’m so selfish
This Mac-10 leave you wet up, just like a selfie
Hold up, say you got work but what you sellin’?
Niggas say they out here but really they be tellin’
Violence, violence, I’ma start some violence
Violence, violence, all my nigga violent
Violence, violence, don’t make me start a riot
Violence, violence, all my niggas violent

[Verse 2: Childish Gambino]
I’m like hold up, hold up, hold up, that’s why I tell promoters
I don’t drink Champagne, shit I’d much rather be sober
It be chronic on Gin & Tonic, I’m so predominantly winning
On all this rap shit, the king of comedy
And writing, and all this acting
This ain’t an act though, it’s facts yo
I’m fucking hot bro, this shit Tobasco
Violence, violence, watch these niggas wildin’
Talkin’ shit internet to my face, silence
These critics is fuckin’ haters, they love to hate yo
But wouldn’t say that shit to Fredo cause they afraid yo
They don’t feel him, no they don’t feel him, they in they feelin’s
He could rap but he shouldn’t, tried to kill him, they couldn’t
No one else understood him, he’s a joke
Then why your favorite rapper asking me for help?
Oh I swear to God, oh I swear to God
We the realest niggas, ask my fuckin’ squad
My money talk, you silent
My weed loud, you silent
My Tesla engine is silent
And you soft, more than college, oh
Slidin’ in your top five, let ’em hate on that line

[Hook: Fredo Santana]
Blowin’ up, taking selfies, I’m so selfish
This Mac-10 leave you wet up, just like a selfie
Hold up, say you got work but what you sellin’?
Niggas say they out here but really they be tellin’
Violence, violence, I’ma start some violence
Violence, violence, all my nigga violent
Violence, violence, don’t make me start a riot
Violence, violence, all my niggas violent

Tory Lanez – Ignition (Chixtape 4 Album)

[Sample]
Over babe
Put this, put this stand up in your trunk, babe
So buckle up cause this can get bumpy, babe
Honey, we gon’ mess around and get a ticket, babe
I’m sayin’, I’ma go, yellow light
Do it slow, red light
I’ma stop when I hear you say
Switch lanes, hit the signal
Take a break, hit the hazards when we park

[Verse 1]
Woah yeah, you’re so wet, I’m slippin’, I’m slidin’
Woah, babe, I cannot wait to get to your body
I don’t want interruptions
Doors locked don’t interrupt us
You can scream my name up in there
You can scream my name up in there

[Hook]
‘Cause I like your style, have a grown man wishin’
I can take my keys, put it in the ignition
And you still on me, got your engine tickin’
But you gon’ know my name by the way I whip it, yeah

[Bridge]
Woah, this ain’t the time for second guessin’
What’s goin’ on in my body, woah woah
If you say you’re mine then baby
You can’t change your mind

[Verse 2]
We mix Hen with the ‘tron, like so what I’m drunk
It’s the freakin’ weekend, I’ma have me some fun
Rollin’ a blunt, OG my weed
And I’m tearin’ that shit up when you fuckin’ with me
I don’t want interruptions
I just wanna get to the function, baby
I’m not one for assumptions
But I still want ya

[Hook]
‘Cause I like your style, have a grown man wishin’
I can take my keys, put it in the ignition
And you still on me, got your engine tickin’
But you gon’ know my name by the way I whip it, yeah

[Bridge]
Woah, this ain’t the time for second guessin’
What’s goin’ on in my body, woah woah
If you say you’re mine then baby
You can’t change your mind

[Verse 3]
Girl, we off in the street
Put the windows up
Blast the radio
We not givin’ a fuck
Cruisin’ round and round
Girl, we livin’ it up
We just thuggin’ it out
We not givin’ a fuck, fuck
Yeah yeah yeah
See it comin’

[Outro]
Now I’m not tryin’ to be rude
But hey pretty girl I’m feelin’ you
The way you do the things ya do
Reminds me of my Lexus coupe
That’s why I’m all up in ya grill
Tryin’ to get you to a hotel
You must be a football coach
The way you got me playin’ the field
So baby gimme dat "Toot toot"
And lemme give ya that "Beep beep"
Runnin’ her hands through my ‘fro
Bouncin’ on twenty fo’s
While they sayin’ on the radio
It’s the remix to ignition
Hot and fresh out the kitchen
Mama rollin’ that body
Got every man in here wishin’
Sippin’ on coke and rum (rum)
I’m like so what I’m drunk (drunk)
It’s the freakin’ weekend
Baby I’m about to have me some fun (fun)

Tory Lanez – Ignition lyrics

[Sample]
Over babe
Put this, put this stand up in your trunk, babe
So buckle up cause this can get bumpy, babe
Honey, we gon’ mess around and get a ticket, babe
I’m sayin’, I’ma go, yellow light
Do it slow, red light
I’ma stop when I hear you say
Switch lanes, hit the signal
Take a break, hit the hazards when we park

[Verse 1]
Woah yeah, you’re so wet, I’m slippin’, I’m slidin’
Woah, babe, I cannot wait to get to your body
I don’t want interruptions
Does life don’t interrupt us
You can scream my name up in there
You can scream my name up in there

[Hook]
‘Cause I like your style, I put chrome in with you
I can take my keys, put it in the ignition
And you still on me, got your engine tickin’
But you gon’ know my name by the way I whip it, yeah

[Bridge]
Woah, this is ain’t the time for second guessin’
What’s goin’ on in my body, woah woah
If you say you’re mine then baby
You can’t change your mind

[Verse 2]
We mix Hen with the ‘tron, like so what I’m drunk
It’s the freakin’ weekend, I’ma have me some fun
Rollin’ a blunt, OG my bee
And I’m tearin’ that shit up when you fuckin’ with me
I don’t want interruptions
I just wanna get to the function, baby
I’m not one for assumptions
But I still want ya

[Hook]
‘Cause I like your style, I put chrome in with you
I can take my keys, put it in the ignition
And you still on me, got your engine tickin’
But you gon’ know my name by the way I whip it, yeah

[Bridge]
Woah, this is ain’t the time for second guessin’
What’s goin’ on in my body, woah woah
If you say you’re mine then baby
You can’t change your mind

[Verse 3]
Girl, when I’m finished
Put the windows up
Blast the radio
We not givin’ a fuck
Cruisin’ round and round
Girl, we livin’ it up
We just thuggin’ it out
We not givin’ a fuck, fuck
Yeah yeah yeah
See it comin’

[Outro]
Now I’m not tryin’ to be rude
But hey pretty girl I’m feelin’ you
The way you do the things ya do
Reminds me of my Lexus coupe
That’s why I’m all up in ya grill
Tryin’ to get you to a hotel
You must be a football coach
The way you got me playin’ the field
So baby gimme dat “Toot toot”
And lemme give ya that “Beep beep”
Runnin’ her hands through my ‘fro
Bouncin’ on twenty fo’s
While they sayin’ on the radio
It’s the remix to ignition
Hot and fresh out the kitchen
Mama rollin’ that body
Got every man in here wishin’
Sippin’ on coke and rum (rum)
I’m like so what I’m drunk (drunk)
It’s the freakin’ weekend
Baby I’m about to have me some fun (fun)

FUTURE – Buy Love lyrics

Lot of love
A lot of love for you
They ain’t got enough for you
I can have you workin’ all night
I’m buyin’ love from you
I’m buyin’ love from you
They ain’t got enough for you
I can have you workin’ all night

Tender when you taste, girl you spiteful, oh
Pissin’ out this Ace like Franklins
Had a dream I woke up to a diva
Tastin’ pink molly like it’s Easter
Let me go, I’m goin’ to the Oscar’s
We made a film last year, got me popular
I keep my ego cockin’, I keep that Glock cockin’
I got these ice drops, can’t let the ice stop

Pilin’ up these hundreds like oooh
I don’t know where our love begun
Got you runnin’, runnin’ with my tongue
Open you up, let it cum

Lot of love for you
A lot of love for you
They ain’t got enough for you
I can have you workin’ all night
I’m buyin’ love from you
I’m buyin’ love from you
They ain’t got enough for you
I can have you workin’ all

Showed you the keys, all these foreigns I own
Left my OG, I’ve been out on my own
She speak four languages, she calls me my home
Sit in a sanctuary, I’m all alone
I wanna love you, more of you without me
Exclusivity, let me be your remedy
Sexual chemistry, we don’t show no sympathy
I want you spiritually, but I need you more mentally

Pilin’ up these hundreds like oooh
I don’t know where our love begun
Got you runnin’, runnin’ with my tongue
Open you up, let it cum

Lot of love for you
A lot of love for you
They ain’t got enough for you
I can have you workin’ all night
I’m buyin’ love from you
I’m buyin’ love from you
They ain’t got enough for you
I’m buyin’ love from you

Pilin’ up these hundreds like oooh
I don’t know where our love begun
Got you runnin’, runnin’ with my tongue
Open you up, let it cum

Lot of love
A lot of love for you
They ain’t got enough for you
I can have you workin’ all night

Before you give up on me, cry a river twice
I seen your heart skipped a beat last night
That’s gon’ happen if you give up on my promise
We have sex, talk back like it’s drama
Let me inside, ohhh
Want this, pour liquor, me all night
Just keep me inside
Girl, whatever you want ooh-ooh-ooh
Girl, whatever you want ooh-ooh-ooh
Just keep me inside
Girl, whatever you want ooh-ooh-ooh
Girl, whatever you want ooh-ooh-ooh

Future – Buy Love lyrics

itemid=”http://www.directlyrics.com/future-artist.html”>FUTURE Buy Love lyrics

Lot of love
A lot of love for you
They ain’t got enough for you
I can have you workin’ all night
I’m buyin’ love from you
I’m buyin’ love from you
They ain’t got enough for you
I can have you workin’ all night

Tender when you taste, girl you spiteful, oh
Pissin’ out this Ace like Franklins
Had a dream I woke up to a diva
Tastin’ pink molly like it’s Easter
Let me go, I’m goin’ to the Oscar’s
We made a film last year, got me popular
I keep my ego cockin’, I keep that Glock cockin’
I got these ice drops, can’t let the ice stop

Pilin’ up these hundreds like oooh
I don’t know where our love begun
Got you runnin’, runnin’ with my tongue
Open you up, let it cum

Lot of love for you
A lot of love for you
They ain’t got enough for you
I can have you workin’ all night
I’m buyin’ love from you
I’m buyin’ love from you
They ain’t got enough for you
I can have you workin’ all

Showed you the keys, all these foreigns I own
Left my OG, I’ve been out on my own
She speak four languages, she calls me my home
Sit in a sanctuary, I’m all alone
I wanna love you, more of you without me
Exclusivity, let me be your remedy
Sexual chemistry, we don’t show no sympathy
I want you spiritually, but I need you more mentally

Pilin’ up these hundreds like oooh
I don’t know where our love begun
Got you runnin’, runnin’ with my tongue
Open you up, let it cum

Lot of love for you
A lot of love for you
They ain’t got enough for you
I can have you workin’ all night
I’m buyin’ love from you
I’m buyin’ love from you
They ain’t got enough for you
I’m buyin’ love from you

Pilin’ up these hundreds like oooh
I don’t know where our love begun
Got you runnin’, runnin’ with my tongue
Open you up, let it cum

Lot of love
A lot of love for you
They ain’t got enough for you
I can have you workin’ all night

Before you give up on me, cry a river twice
I seen your heart skipped a beat last night
That’s gon’ happen if you give up on my promise
We have sex, talk back like it’s drama
Let me inside, ohhh
Want this, pour liquor, me all night
Just keep me inside
Girl, whatever you want ooh-ooh-ooh
Girl, whatever you want ooh-ooh-ooh
Just keep me inside
Girl, whatever you want ooh-ooh-ooh
Girl, whatever you want ooh-ooh-ooh

Future – Buy Love

[Hook]
Lot of love
A lot of love for you
They ain’t got enough for you
I can have you workin’ all night
I’m buyin’ love from you
I’m buyin’ love from you
They ain’t got enough for you
I can have you workin’ all night

[Verse 1]
Tender when you taste, girl you spiteful, oh
Pissin’ out this Ace like Franklins
Had a dream I woke up to a diva
Tastin’ pink molly like it’s Easter
Let me go, I’m goin’ to the Oscar’s
We made a film last year, got me popular
I keep my ego cockin’, I keep that Glock cockin’
I got these ice drops, can’t let the ice stop

[Pre-Hook]
Pilin’ up these hundreds like oooh
I don’t know where our love begun
Got you runnin’, runnin’ with my tongue
Open you up, let it cum

[Hook]
Lot of love for you
A lot of love for you
They ain’t got enough for you
I can have you workin’ all night
I’m buyin’ love from you
I’m buyin’ love from you
They ain’t got enough for you
I can have you workin’ all

[Verse 2]
Showed you the keys, all these foreigns I own
Left my OG, I’ve been out on my own
She speak four languages, she calls me my home
Sit in a sanctuary, I’m all alone
I wanna love you, more of you without me
Exclusivity, let me be your remedy
Sexual chemistry, we don’t show no sympathy
I want you spiritually, but I need you more mentally

[Pre-Hook]
Pilin’ up these hundreds like oooh
I don’t know where our love begun
Got you runnin’, runnin’ with my tongue
Open you up, let it cum

[Hook]
Lot of love for you
A lot of love for you
They ain’t got enough for you
I can have you workin’ all night
I’m buyin’ love from you
I’m buyin’ love from you
They ain’t got enough for you
I’m buyin’ love from you

[Pre-Hook]
Pilin’ up these hundreds like oooh
I don’t know where our love begun
Got you runnin’, runnin’ with my tongue
Open you up, let it cum

[Hook]
Lot of love
A lot of love for you
They ain’t got enough for you
I can have you workin’ all night

[Outro]
Before you give up on me, cry a river twice
I seen your heart skipped a beat last night
That’s gon’ happen if you give up on my promise
We have sex, talk back like it’s drama
Let me inside, ohhh
Want this, pour liquor, me all night
Just keep me inside
Girl, whatever you want ooh-ooh-ooh
Girl, whatever you want ooh-ooh-ooh
Just keep me inside
Girl, whatever you want ooh-ooh-ooh
Girl, whatever you want ooh-ooh-ooh

Dice Soho – Ripped Jeans

[Hook]
Riding round the city in my ripped jeans
I got cheddar now, can do whatever now
Told all of my niggas we rich forever-ever now
I say we rich forever-ever now
Riding round the city in my ripped jeans
I got cheddar now, can do whatever now
Told all of my niggas we rich forever-ever now
I say we rich forever-ever now

[Verse 1]
Yeah I’ve been to AMG just start the engine
Don’t give a damn about a thing because we winning
They was sleeping on the boy in the beginning
But now the DJs keep the boy’s songs spinning
Now she spinning on that pole
They looking at us cause we spending all this dough
Cameras flashing soon as I walk through the door
No one can talk, no one can take no pictures
Rolling up a swisher I think I can feel the liquor now
I can feel it, I can feel it
She dancing on me, spinning on me, know she feel it
You see that double cup right there? Please don’t spill it
[Hook]
Riding round the city in my ripped jeans
I got cheddar now, can do whatever now
Told all of my niggas we rich forever-ever now
I say we rich forever-ever now
Riding round the city in my ripped jeans
I got cheddar now, can do whatever now
Told all of my niggas we rich forever-ever now
I say we rich forever-ever now

[Verse 2]
Now it’s Goyard on the belt
Goyard on my slippers make your shorty melt
She eating that dick up like it’s good for her health
I know she fucking with me cause I got some wealth
The kid finally hot, I’m tryna give these niggas hell
But my wrist cold steel
New ice alert, now my neck on chill
Pops ain’t bitching no more, he know that I’m gon’ kill
Foreign hoes call me, running up my phone bill
My gang is smelling like a pound of OG
New mink coat on me feeling hella cozy
Back in high school that bitch act like she ain’t know me
Now them diamonds in my Rollie told that ho to blow me

[Hook]
Riding round the city in my ripped jeans
I got cheddar now, can do whatever now
Told all of my niggas we rich forever-ever now
I say we rich forever-ever now
Riding round the city in my ripped jeans
I got cheddar now, can do whatever now
Told all of my niggas we rich forever-ever now
I say we rich forever-ever now

[Outro]
Riding round the city in my ripped jeans
I got cheddar now, can do whatever now
Riding round the city in my ripped jeans

Gucci Mane – Nonchalant

[Verse 1]
Now my watch so fuckin’ bright
It look like sunlight in the night
I shit on rappers, I shit on athletes
Me and Floyd should book a fight
I’m a sight to see for sho so your hoe should book a flight
Versace frames so call me Forbes
I done fucked every hoe I like
I’m so charming all these tinted chains
I didn’t even wear a charm
She like Bentley bracelets what’s that on your arm
You didn’t have to speak offensive cause my watch is so expensive women get so damn defensive
They love me like kids love Christmas
I’m young active and attractive
Nonchalant but I’m persistent
I can get any bitch I want
But I’m so motherfuckin’ picky
I’m a very picky person been like that since I was hurtin’
You can’t tell me anything, you gotta be for certain

[Hook]
In the strip club chillin’ so nonchalant
In the strip club chillin’ so nonchalant
In the strip club chillin’ so nonchalant
In the strip club chillin’ so nonchalant
In the strip club chillin’ so nonchalant
In the strip club chillin’ so nonchalant
In the strip club chillin’ so nonchalant
In the strip club chillin’ so nonchalant
In the strip club chillin’ so nonchalant

[Verse 2]
I’m a fed target, on the red carpet
In a whip so new valet scared to park it
Not a average artist, an elaborate artist
My collabs turn locals to established artists
In the strip club chillin’ so nonchalant
Cause all these hoes bleed once a month (huh)
I give a chick a couple hundred just to leave me alone
A little hush money so she don’t ask me none
I still get love from the EA (six)
But I got no love from the DA
I see the DJ run it back like a punt return
I guess I still get love from the DJs
But I got no love for you fuckboys
You still caught up in the he-say she-say
I send love to my niggas on lock down
A lot of them ain’t got no release date
The J’s love it how I whip it
Bitch say that she in love with my mixtapes
Baby if you love me like you say that you do
Then you’ll take these ten bricks to your ribcage
All the young niggas call me a OG
But I don’t reminisce about the old days
I don’t want nothin’ old but a bankroll
I outgrew oldschools at a young age (its Wop)

[Hook]
In the strip club chillin’ so nonchalant
In the strip club chillin’ so nonchalant
In the strip club chillin’ so nonchalant
In the strip club chillin’ so nonchalant
In the strip club chillin’ so nonchalant
In the strip club chillin’ so nonchalant
In the strip club chillin’ so nonchalant
In the strip club chillin’ so nonchalant
In the strip club chillin’ so nonchalant

The Weeknd – Reminder (VEVO Presents Show At L.A. Hangar Studios) (Live)

Recommend play my song on the radio
You too busy trying to find that blue-eyed soul
I let my black hair grow and my weed smoke
And I sweat too much on the regular
We gone let them hits fly, we gone let her go
If it ain’t XO then it gotta go
I just won a new award for a kids show
Talking ’bout a face coming off a bag a blow
I’m like goddamn bitch I am not a Teen Choice
Goddamn bitch I am not a bleach boy
Whip game, make a nigga understand though
Got that Hannibal, Silence of the Lambo
Hit the gas so hard make it rotate
All my niggas blew up like a propane
All these RnB niggas be so lame
Got a sweet Asian chick she go low mane

You know man, you know man, you know man
Everytime we try to forget who I am
I’ll be right there to remind you again
You know man (pow! pow!), you know man

Said Im just tryna swim in something wetter than the ocean
Faded off a double cup, I’m mixing up the potion
All I wanna do is make that money and make dope shit
It just seem like niggas tryna sound like all my old shit
Everybody knows it, all these niggas know me
Platinum off a mixtape, sipping on that codeine
Pour it in my trophies, roll until my nose bleed
I’mma keep on singing while I’m burning up that OG
All my niggas get it they make money all alone
Wrap a chain around they neck, making sure I’m getting home
When I travel ’round the globe, make a couple mil a show
And I come back to my city, I fuck every girl I know
Used to walk around with a slouch, had a mattress on the floor
Now my shit straight
Eating all day, tryna lose weight
That good sex, we’ll sweat it out
Hotel bedsprings we’ll wear it out
I ain’t gotta tell you cause

You know man, you know man
You know man, you know man
Everytime we try to forget who I am
I’ll be right there to remind you again
You know man (pow! pow!), you know man

Why don’t you shake something, shake something
For the Don, don’t you break nothing, break nothing
Big girl won’t you work something, work something
For the Don, don’t you hurt nothing, hurt nothing
Big girl won’t you shake something, shake something
For the Don, don’t you break nothing, break nothing
Baby girl won’t you work something, work something
For the Don, don’t you hurt nothing, hurt nothing

Cause you know man, they know me
You ain’t know man, now you know me

Matt Citron – Never Worried (Final Moments Of Forever Album)

[Intro]
A lot of these peoples is coming incorrect dog like honestly they coming with the wrong shit
They coming out here talking about all that bullshit
Y’all some fucking losers dog, some fucking losers
You’re not kicking that shit
You’re not kicking that raw shit

[Hook]
Why you always talking shit?
Why you always in my ear?
Why you staring at my girl while you standing over there?
We don’t want you in this circle, boy you look just like a square
Never worried ’bout opinions
Never worried ’bout a care
Why you always talking shit?
Why you always in my ear?
Why you staring at my girl while you standing over there?
We don’t want you in this circle, boy you look just like a square
Never worried ’bout opinions
Never worried ’bout a care nah

[Verse 1]
Cheesesteak on a platter, batter up
I don’t talk a lot of shit, just add it up
Had enough, a lot of haters had a rush
Know it’s just a buzz, that don’t mean enough
I don’t feel the love, never feel the love
Know I got the touch, please don’t interrupt
Who were you before you were you?
New rappers like who is who?

[Break]
Now hold on hold on hold on
Run that shit the fuck back
Can’t nobody tell us we ain’t got the juice
We been eating like thanksgiving dinner on y’all motherfuckers
Been getting this guap
Citron bitch
Yo talk that shit bro, fuck ’em

[Hook]
Why you always talking shit?
Why you always in my ear?
Why you staring at my girl while you standing over there?
We don’t want you in this circle, boy you look just like a square
Never worried ’bout opinions
Never worried ’bout a care
Why you always talking shit?
Why you always in my ear?
Why you staring at my girl while you standing over there?
We don’t want you in this circle, boy you look just like a square
Never worried ’bout opinions
Never worried ’bout a care nah

[Verse 2]
Cheesesteak on a platter, batter up
I don’t talk a lot of shit, just add it up
Had enough, a lot of haters had a rush
Know it’s just a buzz, that don’t mean enough
I don’t feel the love, never feel the love
Know I got the touch, please don’t interrupt
Who were you before you were you?
New rappers like who is who?
Drink so much I’m seeing two of you
Now the bounce game got it through the roof
Got a salt stare, what I do to you?
Trying to talk it out to get it through to you
So big turn around and double back
All you dudes blow, where the bubble at?
Look at me now, who the fuck is that?
Looking clean now, who the fuck is that?
OG’s now, like we needed Matt
Who this white dude with the hater raps?
Think I’m nice too with the cedar bat
Take a swing at me, I go Ali with that
A lot of people talking I know who the rat is
Come around for the main attraction
The pic look good better make the caption
But y’all can’t write so it’s all distracting
Side tracked by like oouu the fact is
I can’t go back to the young and reckless
Let’s begin and get it in above the rim again, again
Like all we do is win
Sentimental instrumentals y’all get bent on shit I never said but still I back it up
Type of dude to see me out in public then run up to me and try to grin and dap me up
I don’t like the way your moving lately
You been shaky round me, got to watch around em
I been cautious bout em, I don’t talk about em
I don’t tell you things like how we used to do it
Things changed know you’re going through it
Made a hundred grand, I got it going stupid
Throw it all away and put it in the music
Do it all for you I hope I never lose it
I’ve been doing numbers
I’ve been doing shit I’ll never talk about
But you be going missing
I can feel the distance now I know they listening
Trying to split percentage, keeping all the winnings yeah

[Hook]
Why you always talking shit?
Why you always in my ear?
Why you staring at my girl while you standing over there?
We don’t want you in this circle, boy you look just like a square
Never worried ’bout opinions
Never worried ’bout a care
Why you always talking shit?
Why you always in my ear?
Why you staring at my girl while you standing over there?
We don’t want you in this circle, boy you look just like a square
Never worried ’bout opinions
Never worried ’bout a care nah

Gucci Mane – Nonchalant (The Return Of East Atlanta Santa Album)

[Verse 1]
Now my watch so fuckin’ bright
It look like sunlight in the night
I shit on rappers, I shit on athletes
Me and Floyd should book a fight
I’m a sight to see for sho so your hoe should book a flight
Versace frames so call me Forbes
I done fucked every hoe I like
I’m so charming all these tinted chains
I didn’t even wear a charm
She like Bentley bracelets what’s that on your arm
You didn’t have to speak offensive cause my watch is so expensive women get so damn defensive
They love me like kids love Christmas
I’m young active and attractive
Nonchalant but I’m persistent
I can get any bitch I want
But I’m so motherfuckin’ picky
I’m a very picky person been like that since I was hurtin’
You can’t tell me anything, you gotta be for certain

[Hook]
In the strip club chillin’ so nonchalant
In the strip club chillin’ so nonchalant
In the strip club chillin’ so nonchalant
In the strip club chillin’ so nonchalant
In the strip club chillin’ so nonchalant
In the strip club chillin’ so nonchalant
In the strip club chillin’ so nonchalant
In the strip club chillin’ so nonchalant
In the strip club chillin’ so nonchalant

[Verse 2]
I’m a fed target, on the red carpet
In a whip so new valet scared to park it
Not a average artist, an elaborate artist
My collabs turn locals to established artists
In the strip club chillin’ so nonchalant
Cause all these hoes bleed once a month (huh)
I give a chick a couple hundred just to leave me alone
A little hush money so she don’t ask me none
I still get love from the EA (six)
But I got no love from the DA
I see the DJ run it back like a punt return
I guess I still get love from the DJs
But I got no love for you fuckboys
You still caught up in the he-say she-say
I send love to my niggas on lock down
A lot of them ain’t got no release date
The J’s love it how I whip it
Bitch say that she in love with my mixtapes
Baby if you love me like you say that you do
Then you’ll take these ten bricks to your ribcage
All the young niggas call me a OG
But I don’t reminisce about the old days
I don’t want nothin’ old but a bankroll
I outgrew oldschools at a young age (its Wop)

[Hook]
In the strip club chillin’ so nonchalant
In the strip club chillin’ so nonchalant
In the strip club chillin’ so nonchalant
In the strip club chillin’ so nonchalant
In the strip club chillin’ so nonchalant
In the strip club chillin’ so nonchalant
In the strip club chillin’ so nonchalant
In the strip club chillin’ so nonchalant
In the strip club chillin’ so nonchalant

Gucci Mane – Bales (The Return Of East Atlanta Santa Album)

[Intro]
Yeah (yeah)
Woo (woo)
Can you hear me now?
Gucci, Wizop
Bangladesh

[Hook]
Guwop got dem bales
Guwop got dem bales
Guwop got dem bales
Guwop got dem bales
Gucci havin’ bales
Gucci havin’ bales
I heard Gucci havin’ bales
They said Gucci havin’ bales
Guwop got dem bales
Guwop got dem bales
Guwop got dem bales
I heard Guwop got dem bales
I heard Gucci had dem bales
Gucci havin’ bales
Word is Gucci havin’ bales
I heard Gucci havin’ bales

[Verse 1]
A hundred bales on the floor
Let’s have a marijuana war
Sellin’ this gas, countin’ this cash
Fuck, it’s 12 at the door
So many plants in this bitch it look like I live on a farm
So many lamps in this bitch it look like I’m trying to build a bomb
Me and my shooter, back of the Uber
Pull up with Buddha, that’s how we maneuver
If we don’t know ya, then we can’t serve ya
If you don’t pay me, then we gonna shoot ya
Gucci got 500 bags of OG’s and shit
Y’all niggas selling QP’s and shit
Got percs, loaded tabs, and PT’s and shit
And a nigga so rich, he don’t need this shit

[Hook]
Guwop got dem bales
Guwop got dem bales
Guwop got dem bales
Guwop got dem bales
Gucci havin’ bales
Gucci havin’ bales
I heard Gucci havin’ bales
They said Gucci havin’ bales
Guwop got dem bales
Guwop got dem bales
Guwop got dem bales
I heard Guwop got dem bales
I heard Gucci had dem bales
Gucci havin’ bales
Word is Gucci havin’ bales
I heard Gucci havin’ bales

[Verse 2]
Call me anything, but don’t call the cops on me
I fly private because I got the blocks on me
Check the trailer trunk, got a crop on me
I got a cartel kingpin watch on me
Sellin’ more weed than dispensaries
Broke niggas don’t make sense to me
So many mexicans bringing in the tree for me
I think Trump trying to build a fuckin’ fence for me
Pink diamonds on my ring, stick my finger in her pussy
Big Guwop, I’m the bully of the bully
Got bales of the cookie, well connected with the [?]
Not the [?], not the [?], now you lookin’ like a junkie
You an errand boy, I’m gonna treat you like a flunkie
And I ain’t from [?], but I been gettin’ money
You a small time nigga and you still gettin’ fronted
I’m across the street nigga, send the weed cross country

[Hook]
Guwop got dem bales
Guwop got dem bales
Guwop got dem bales
Guwop got dem bales
Gucci havin’ bales
Gucci havin’ bales
I heard Gucci havin’ bales
They said Gucci havin’ bales
Guwop got dem bales
Guwop got dem bales
Guwop got dem bales
I heard Guwop got dem bales
I heard Gucci had dem bales
Gucci havin’ bales
Word is Gucci havin’ bales
I heard Gucci havin’ bales

ASAP Ferg – Uzi Gang (feat. Lil Uzi Vert & Marty Baller)

If the bitch ain’t on me, she on Ferg
Ask them niggas who they want
(Who they want?)
Uzi Gang, A$AP
Uzi Gang, A$AP
[x4]
Marty Baller a mac
I’ma talk about things that go on in the trap
You can talk about rap, how I cooked up the flow, watch it rock while I’m spitting this crack, watch that Uzi go "blatt!"
Lay him flat on his back, the pump have an asthma attack
They ain’t want to do that, when them coonies is coming, young niggas them not coming back
I’m in Philly, those my other niggas, 100 deep, nobody fuckin’ with us
Fergie here, I want my brother with us, Nike boots on and we stompin’ niggas
I’m with the Mob, those my other hittas, let them out the zoo, they go gorilla
Harlem World got a 100 spittas, man I’m Marty Baller, ain’t nobody triller
Uzi Gang, A$AP
Uzi Gang, A$AP
(Who they want?)
[x4]
I be tellin’ the luck I don’t want to fuck, baby just give me the forehead
She promised me a threesome with her best friend and I don’t want to blow it
Even though the bathroom not unisex, we can turn that shit to it
I be fuckin’ and suckin’ that pussy while I’m leanin’ over the toilet
Oh, I see that she feelin’ the boy, aye
Cause she know that we makin’ the noise, aye
Who do you want, it’s no choice, aye
Bitch you can’t fuck, you know that we makin’ the noise
Uzi Gang, A$AP
Uzi Gang, A$AP
(Who they want?)
[x4]
You makin’ money, I’ve been made that
And that’s your new bitch, I been slayed that
And this a K, I’ll leave you way back
And bitch ass nigga better stay back
Before I bring OG, leg back
And that’s a real nigga, I say that
I might yolk you, get your bitch egg crack
And my bih like can’t seem to take that
I’m winnin’ right now and you head down
I’m rollin’ that blunt, you smoke shake pack
And your favorite rapper a zombie
And on some shit, I ain’t even take that
No, I ain’t even take that, no, I ain’t even take that
Who they want, who they want, Uzi Gang, A$AP
Uzi Gang, A$AP
Uzi Gang, A$AP
(Who they want?)
[x4]

Gucci Mane – Nonchalant Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Now my watch so fuckin’ bright
It look like sunlight in the night
I shit on rappers, I shit on atheletes
Me and Floyd should book a fight
I’m a sight to see for sho so your hoe should book a flight
Versace frames so call me forbes
I done fucked every hoe I like
I’m so charming all these tinted chains
I didn’t even wear a charm
She like Bentley braclets what’s that on your arm
You didn’t have to speak offensive cause my watch is so expensive women get so damn defenseless
They love me like its lil christmas
I’m young active and attractive
Nonchalant but I’m persistent
I can get any bitch I want
But I’m so motherfuckin’ picky
I’m a very picky person been like that since I was hurtin’
You can’t tell me anything, you gotta be for certain

[Hook]
In the strip club chillin’ so nonchalant
In the strip club chillin’ so nonchalant
In the strip club chillin’ so nonchalant
In the strip club chillin’ so nonchalant
In the strip club chillin’ so nonchalant
In the strip club chillin’ so nonchalant
In the strip club chillin’ so nonchalant
In the strip club chillin’ so nonchalant
In the strip club chillin’ so nonchalant

[Verse 2]
I’m a fed target, on the red carpet
In a whip so new valet scared to park it
Not a average artist, an elaborate artist
My collabs turn locals to established artists
In the strip club chillin’ so nonchalant
Cause all these hoes bleed once a month (huh)
I give a chick a couple hundred just to leave me alone
A little hush money so she don’t ask me none
I still get love from the EA (six)
But I got no love form the DA
I see the DJ run it back like a punt return
I guess I still get love from the DJs
But I got no love for you fuckboys
You still caught up in the he-say she-say
I send love to my niggas on lock down
A lot of them ain’t got no release date
The J’s love it how I whip it
Bitch say that she in love with my mixtapes
Baby if you love me like you say that you do
Then you’ll take these ten bricks to your ribcage
All the young niggas call me a OG
But I don’t reminisce about the old days
I don’t want nothin’ old but a bankroll
I outgrew oldschools at a young age (its Wop)

[Hook]
In the strip club chillin’ so nonchalant
In the strip club chillin’ so nonchalant
In the strip club chillin’ so nonchalant
In the strip club chillin’ so nonchalant
In the strip club chillin’ so nonchalant
In the strip club chillin’ so nonchalant
In the strip club chillin’ so nonchalant
In the strip club chillin’ so nonchalant
In the strip club chillin’ so nonchalant

[Produced By Mike WiLL Made It]

Ab-Soul – Portishead in the Morning /// HER World Lyrics

[Part 1 – Portishead in the Morning]

I’m the brightest silver lining
‘Cause I’m the brightest silver lining
Don’t make, make me take my life back

[Verse 1: Ab-Soul]
Demigod with a record deal
Everything’s puny to me, you a newbie
I’m from Niburu, microphone check 1, 2, 3
Master of ceremony no matter the territory, I’m cozy
Oz a OG, my brain playing ring around the rosy
The fried egg in my head defies science
I’m Bill Nye, going to great heights to stay the highest
Call me Soulo hoe the prophet, but do you really comprehend it?
Is it prophet meaning messenger, or prophet meaning expenses?
Pick it… ah, forget it

I’m the brightest silver lining
‘Cause I’m the brightest silver lining
Don’t make, make me take my life back

[Verse 2: Ab-Soul]
The philosopher getting stoned
It’s no doubt in my mind I found the philosopher’s stone
Thought these were just songs that I write? You’re wrong
Move my mouth and move a mountain with ease as well
Dead ass, I’ma live forever like the HeLa cell
My nigga [?] said “Ab you a genius but you gotta go stupid
Sometimes in order to win you gotta lose it”
My goal was to hit the hitters to glitches in the system
Do we really want to go to heaven? Ain’t no bitches mentioned (this is a man’s world)
I ain’t a sexist, I enlighten sisters too
Oh yes, it’s Bohemian Grove baby, not
One time for the women, two times….
I’m from another galaxy, I’m actually an android
Look me up on your galaxies and your androids
The devil was created, he is not a creator
An energy can neither be created or destroyed
It’s YMF nigga, YMF nigga
If I ain’t the messiah, I’m a mess nigga
YMF nigga, YMF nigga
If I ain’t the messiah, I’m the brightest silver lining
Don’t make, make me take my life back

[Part 2 – HER World]
She’s got the whole world in her hands
She’s got the whole world in her hands
She’s got the whole world in her hands
She’s got the whole world in her hands
She’s got the whole world in her hands
She’s got the whole world in her hands
Ay man, there’s more than one reason why there is only one
Remember that first or end before you’ve begun
I rhyme like I’m God’s only begotten son
She so loved the world she gave Soul the world
That’s why I just have fun, and use my third eye like I just had one
God gotta be a thot, the blood from your erection come from your brain and your feet, so you can’ think and you can’t run

Ab-Soul – D.R.U.G.S. Lyrics

(Chorus – Ab-Soul & Mac Miller)
I can’t help myself, I think I need some help
I can’t help myself, I think I need some help
I can’t help myself, I think I need some help
I say I love my mama, Lord knows I does
I love my family, my cousins, that’s my blood
I love this music, it come from up above
I love my ni**as and I love my bi**hes
I love everybody that’s listening
If you rich or poor, so what?
I love the whole world we living in
Everything that’s living in it
Trees down to the bugs
Can’t forget about my plug
Cause last but not least I love drugs
I love drugs
I can’t help myself, I think I need some help
I can’t help myself, I think I need some help

(Verse 1 – Ab-Soul)
They say the apple don’t fall far from the tree
Apple a day, it keep the doctors away
I wonder if my father got more faded than me
But I can’t ask him, cause the doctors couldn’t save him, baby
My mama clean as holy water, hallelujah
We total opposites, I’m dirty as this Fanta mix
We Qualitesters, we can’t find no Hi-Tech, I ain’t lying, ni**a
Act stashed on the low for the high, ni**a
Whole squad full of them codeine fiends
OG by the OZ, and I still owe the weed man down the street
Monster magic off them Xannies, I might have me one
Mix it with the syrup, Perc on top of that
Then I’ll be numb, if I don’t wake up, tell em

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(Chorus – Ab-Soul)
I love my mama, Lord knows I does
I love my family, my cousins, that’s my blood
I love this music, it come from up above
I love my ni**as and I love my bitches
I love everybody that’s listening
If you rich or poor, so what?
I love the whole world we living in
And everything that’s living in it
From the trees down to the bugs
Can’t forget about my plug
Cause last but not least I love drugs
Last but not least I love drugs
Purple still coming in

(Verse 2 – Ab-Soul)
Molly got me rolling, got me rolling, ni**a
I got the sniffles, need a box of tissues Blow it!
I got some issues, I ain’t talking about a newspaper
Talking about the issues that come with this new paper
My new bi**h in the next room in the nude, ni**a
Broad day, blinds open see the view, ni**a?
Cornea, so scarred can’t look myself up in the eyes
But if I could I would say who is you, ni**a?
What’s become of Herb III’s son?
Wasn’t for these abortions I’d probably be on my third son
That was they decision, for the record
Just clearing my conscience
That don’t make it better, ni**a
You know I know better, ni**a

(Chorus – Ab-Soul & Mac Miller)
I love my mama, Lord knows I does
I love my family, my cousins, that’s my blood
I love this music, it come from up above
I love my ni**as and I love my bi**hes
I love everybody that’s listening
If you rich or poor, so what?
I love the whole world we living in
And everything that’s living in it
From the trees down to the bugs
Can’t forget about my blood
Cause last but not least I love drugs
Last but not least I love drugs
I can’t help myself, I think I need some help
I can’t help myself, I think I need some help

(Bridge – Ab-Soul & Mac Miller)
You ain’t never seen a junky so fresh
You ain’t never seen a junky so fresh
Think I need some help
You ain’t never seen a junky so fresh
You ain’t never seen a junky so fresh, so fresh, no
I think I need some help
Junky so fresh
You ain’t never seen a junky so fresh, so fresh, no
I think I need some help
I love my mama
You ain’t never seen a junky so fresh, so fresh
You ain’t never seen a junky
Lords knows I does
I think I need some help, I need some help
I love my mama
I need some help, I need some help
Lord know I does
Can you go find me some help?

(Background speech – Doeburger)
That’s what I’m saying
That’s why you don’t need a Xan, cuz
I said time flies didn’t you hear what I said?
I said time flies
Time flies, love fades
Goddamn, man!

(Verse 3 – Ab-Soul)
Married to marijuana, addicted to cigarettes
Codeine’s my concubine, cocaine confidant
Adderall Admiral, absolutely, give Danny credit
Perc 30 flow, exactly how Saudi said it
Season pass to Xanny land, Hennessy in my piss
Can’t forget I’m psychic off them psychedelics
And for the kids looking up to me for what I’ve seen
No, I don’t need any of these things to do anything
Soul

(Outro – Ab-Soul)
All my brethren, I pray for your mercy
And that you alleviate my pain
You that dwell in the glory of God
Listen to the sufferance of this
Your humble servant
Grant me health, well-being, and happiness
Amen

J COLE – Everybody Gotta Die lyrics

Yeah, we back
Back in Muhammad crib nigga, top floor, the back room with just the one little small window nigga
The light be coming through it in the morning, old ass walls and shit
But it’s just like I remember, just like I wanted it
Yeah I’m working, yeah I’m working nigga

Look, it’s the return of the Mr. burn suckers
Not herpes infested, just perfectly blessed with
A style that you can’t F with, protection recommended
‘Cause Cole the definition of weapon that can end it
You know, mass destruction when I mash the button
Now take your favorite major rapper, left them independent
Crying in the corner cause I ain’t into sorta
Kinda, dissing niggas
I’m borderline addicted to slaughter
Line up niggas in order of who you think can really fuck with me most
Then I tuck the heat close, if he don’t duck then he ghost
Ain’t no need for discussion, if they weren’t talking ’bout the bread these motherfuckers be toast
Clap at the fake deep rappers, the OG gatekeep rappers, the would you take a break please rappers
A bunch of words and ain’t saying shit I hate these rappers
Especially the amateur 8 week rappers
Lil “whatever”, just another short bus rapper
Fake drug dealers turn tour bus trappers
Napoleon complex, you this tall rappers
Get exposed standing next to 6″4 rappers
The streets don’t fuck with you, you Pitchfork rappers
Chosen by the white man you hipster rappers
I reload the clip then I hit more rappers with that
Straight shitting on these piss-poor rappers
I’m back
(laughs)
Never knew a nigga that was better, revenue I’m good at getting cheddar
Reminisce on days I didn’t eat, if it’s meant to be then it’ll be
If it’s not then fuck it I will try, ain’t no need to ask the Father why, no
‘Cos one day everybody’s gotta die, one day everybody’s gotta die, oh
One day everybody’s gotta die, one day everybody’s gotta die
My nigga, my nigga