Yung Lixo – Pensa Bem Lyrics

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[Letra de "pensa bem" com yung lixo]

[Intro: yung lixo]
Essa daqui é uma homenagem bem breve
Ao vagabundo que roubou ela de mim
Que agora já não pisa mais nessa terra

[Refrão: yung lixo]
Pensa bem, a gente junto vale mai' que cem medalhas
Ele só fala em provar que te ama e se importa
Nunca tá na volta, ele te ignora
Vem que a gente troca

[Verso 1: yung lixo]
O seu namorado é um idiota
Então 'cê vê se troca por alguém melhor
Sei que eu não sou nada, mas ele é pior
Sei que еu não sou nada, mas ele é pior
O seu namorado é um idiota
Então 'cê vê sе troca por alguém melhor
Sei que eu não sou nada, mas ele é pior
Sei que eu não sou nada, mas ele é pior

[Pré-Refrão: yung lixo]
Mas se eu souber que ele te magoou
Onde ele for, pode crê' que eu vou
Se não tiver mai' ninguém ao redor
Pode crê' que a Glock vai cantar o "ro-po-po-po"
[Refrão: yung lixo]
Pensa bem, a gente junto vale mai' que cem medalhas
Ele só fala em provar que te ama e se importa
Nunca tá na volta, ele te ignora
Vem que a gente troca

[Verso 2: yung lixo]
Eu bem que avisei que não ia durar
Esse vagabundo não soube te amar
E agora 'cê vem chorando pra mim
Porque eu enterrei ele no teu jardim (Mas olha o que ele fez)
Saiu com outra, te amou meia boca
Te deixou bem loca e depoi' partiu
Eu não sou maluco, foi ele que te mentiu
Eu não sou maluco, foi ele que te mentiu
Um dia eu prometi pra sempre te amar
Então se pestanejar desço o spray de AK
Agora ele tá bem longe daqui
Onde nunca mais vai poder te ferir

[Pré-Refrão: yung lixo]
Mas se eu souber que ele te magoou
Onde ele for, pode crê' que eu vou
Se não tiver mai' ninguém ao redor
Pode crê' que a Glock vai cantar o "ro-po-po-po"
[Refrão: yung lixo]
Pensa bem, a gente junto vale mai' que cem medalhas
Ele só fala em provar que te ama e se importa
Nunca tá na volta, ele te ignora
Vem que a gente troca
Pensa bem, a gente junto vale mai' que cem medalhas
Ele só fala em provar que te ama e se importa
Nunca tá na volta, ele te ignora
Vem que a gente troca

Summrs – Slide Den Lyrics

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[Intro]
(Let's go)

[Chorus]
Diamonds all when I pop out, I'm a rich nigga, you know that
My drank nigga just touched down, he like, "Where the stores at?"
Pete jugged a nigga out his QP, where his bowls at? (Mingo, haha)
I can't take you serious when you drankin' on Moët
I just got up off my flight, lil' nigga, where the juice at?
You know we all drink cup, why do you sip that?
I'm clutchin' on my cutter 'cause I really blow that
I'm ten toes for my brothers and they know all that

[Verse]
They label me a dirty, I know that
I f*cked a celeb but I can't show that
All my stones real, y'all can test that
My nigga spint' the block in a Scatpack
Say you got the drop, well bitch, slide on mе, yeah
I keep some codeinе with a .45 on me
Lamest shit you do is lie to a bitch and say you my homie
Lamest shit she could do is play with me and say she gon' ride for me
Please don't 'cuff that bitch, her and her friend already f*cked on me
If Summrs seen right, you better dead go with your gut, homie
Rino Antetokounmpo, 'cause I got them Bucks on me
Bitch, my pockets sumo, I keep ten racks on me
Five racks in my left pocket, five racks in my right pocket
Slide in the 'Vette, in the H and I'm ballin' like a damn Rocket

We shitted on niggas for the past three years, they ain't do shit 'bout it
Only nigga in my city seen a hundred racks at twenty and they still doub me
Kan goin' crazy, he just bought an AK with a banana clip
I can't sit with these f*ck-niggas in the club, put me in the V.I.P
Stop talkin' out your top, better catch your head, boy, you better get a grip
I'm in a red I, goin' ninety-five and it got black wheels
You can send a Birkin, she got her ass and her titties did
Walked up in bitch flexin' and I'm big stuntin' like what the business is?
I don't carry cash, boy, I got a whole black card, I'm a grown man
Better stop askin' for help, this shit is not cute, get it on your own, man
[Chorus]
My drank nigga just touched down, he like, "Where the stores at?"
Pete jugged a nigga out his QP, where his bowls at? (Mingo, haha)
I can't take you serious when you drankin' on Moët
I just got up off my flight, lil' nigga, where the juice at?
You know we all drink cup, why do you sip that?
I'm clutchin' on my cutter 'cause I really blow that
I'm ten toes for my brothers and they know all that

[Outro]
Y'all know that, yeah
I can't show that, no
You can test that
Mingo, haha

Booba – 31 Lyrics (feat. Gato)

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[Paroles de “31” ft. Gato]

[Intro : Booba]
Glock .17, j’en prends soin
Glock .17, j’en prends soin

[Refrain : Booba]
Ça s’voit qu’t’es une grosse putain, qu’t’es clitoridien
Toujours sur mon 31, le sale mon quotidien
J’ai matché avec tchoin, tchoin, tchoin, j’ai swipé sur la gauche, eh
Glock .17, j’en prends soin, j’ai ridé toute la noche

[Couplet 1 : Booba]
Combien d’bouteilles à la mer échouées dans des âmes mortes ?
Ça va, ça va pas, pas du genre à frapper aux portes (non, non)
Attiré par le vide si je restais au port
Ils m’ont attrapé en Afrique, ils m’ont forcé à marcher au Nord
C’navire n’est pas sûr de rentrer, t’ferais mieux d’rester au port
Comprend qu’c’est pas un jeu quand tu peux plus r’monter au score
Tu vas rien faire, tu peux rien faire, cousin, tu sais très bien
“Niquez-vos-grands-mères.fr”, tiens c’est le lien

[Pont : Booba]
J’suis pas l’dernier à y aller, attendu par les Raëliens
Curieux Sénégalais, quelques drones Israeliens
Remballez, remballez, remballez, eh, vous n’valez rien
Remballez, remballez, remballez (let’s go)

[Refrain : Booba]
Ça s’voit qu’t’es une grosse putain, qu’t’es clitoridien
Toujours sur mon 31, le sale mon quotidien
J’ai matché avec tchoin, tchoin, tchoin, j’ai swipé sur la gauche, eh
Glock .17, j’en prends soin, j’ai ridé toute la noche

[Couplet 2 : Gato]
Niggas claiming to be sale, but they don’t know the noir
Started with a fourchette in the traphouse cooking raw
Bitch, I’m from Santa Maria, I never knew my dad, hey
That mean I’m a bastard, I will kill you when I’m hungry
My bouzin say I f*ck good, but I’m better with the AK
[Goza ?], I’m in the Chevy, hunnid right next to me posey
Kolan get manman’w, Lil bouzin, to me you know danger
Leave holes in your face, your chest, your back, ’cause I don’t shoot straight
Niggas always talkin’ shit, I pay that shit no mind
Always on the grind, start to focus, it’s to stack it up (stack it up)
Andale, andale, andale, on al [?] (let’s get it)
Go get it, go get it, go get it, bitch
Don’t be no duck

[Refrain : Booba]
Ça s’voit qu’t’es une grosse putain, qu’t’es clitoridien (ça s’voit)
Toujours sur mon 31, l’sale mon quotidien (toujours, oh)
J’ai matché avec tchoin, tchoin ,tchoin, j’ai swipé sur la gauche, eh (swipe)
Glock .17, j’en prends soin, j’vais rider toute la noche

[Outro : Booba]
Fly, toute la noche
J’vais rider toute la noche
Fly, toute la noche
Fly, fly, fly
Glock .17, j’en prends soin
En faites c’est quoi qu’tu piges pas? Va niquez tout tes morts
Surfe sur des vagues de kichta, drapeau noir

Murs – The D.o.c. Lyrics

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Aye cuz, aye cuz
Aye blood, aye blood
Aye cuz, aye cuz
Aye blood, aye blood

S-s-s-s-s-sinister mob
You wanna throw dirt on my name to finish the jive
They wanna bury me because they’re scared of me
And best believe these motherf*ckers ain’t prepared for me
Verily, verily I say un-ity
Let go of the hate if you wanna be free
Rest in peace, Sean P
I’m somethin’ like Gandhi sippin’ Dom P
Shout-out to Dom Pé
And if you wanna play let the AK spray
I don’t speak patois
Keep running your mouth and I’ma tap that jaw
Don’t let the dreadlocks fool ya
I shoot like Rick The Ruler leave a clip in your medulla
I’m Tarantino for my people
Intellectually violent no comparison or equal
My vocabulary lethal, injected earphones with a baritone needle
If you hungry I will feed you
The knowledge no cost, if you lost then I’ma lead you
Aye, aye

Aye cuz, aye cuz
Aye blood, aye blood
Aye cuz, aye cuz
Aye blood, aye blood

S-s-sixteen million of us locked up
Mike made out the bullets that shot Pac up

That’s a metaphor, I’m giving you a metaphor
If we don’t learn from our past, then what we’re headed for
Repetition ain’t a revolution
My people goin’ in circles, my nigga, what we doin’
We wanna milly rock and shuffle our feet
Gotta pay for the p*ssy, you can’t f*ck for free
That means if life is a bitch
You gotta pay your dues you wanna see them tits
Y’all pickin’ up when I’m puttin’ down
That dooch y’all call the king is just a f*cking clown
Y’all put a crown on him and forgot the truth
Just like a dentist put a crown on a rotten tooth
He’s the root of all evil
Worshipping the cash yet you’re asking him to lead you
Straight to hell on a path paved with gold
Y’all better be happy I’m here to save y’all soul
My crippin’ been weird, my pen has been feared
My pimpin’ sincere, yeah bitch I’m in here
In ya ear tryna give you the game
Can’t change your mind til I change the frame
Perspective, perspective is everything
Change how you look at it and it’ll change everything

Ak – Family Tree Lyrics

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[Intro]
Think about where all your inspiration
Comes from, is he from your generation?
If he's not I'm sure you probably hate it
But ask yourself, would you have even made it?

[Chorus]
If it wasn't for him
And everybody else before him
And before him
And before him
'Cause you would never make it
If it wasn't for him
And those before him
And before him
And before him (Haha)

[Verse 1]
Yeah, yeah
I am AK, I am not the next Em
But everybody telling me that I'm the next him
But understand there will never be a next Em
You'll probably twist my words and say I don't respect him
I always preach to keep it real so I'm about to now
Em did not influence me 'cause I was not allowed
To listen to 'em, my parents said I was just a child
I wondered why and I look back and I got it now
My young mind back then probably wasn't ready
To hear the shit that he talked about, they said he was too edgy
I couldn't listen to anything, younger me he was begging
I couldn't wait to hear the song about his momma's spaghetti
His influence on me was indirect
'Cause I was listening to Hopsin, I was obsessed
I come to find he was the same way when it came to Em
That's when it hit me this culture's a family tree
And this shit affects the whole game
From the beginning 'til I'm hitting old age
'Cause even after when I'm gone, kids come up with more flames
And artists feed the industry with songs that bring 'em more rage
'Cause they just hate the fact the era of sound's evolving
But where would they be?
[Chorus]
If it wasn't for him
And everybody else before him

And before him
And before him
'Cause you would never make it
If it wasn't for him
And those before him
And before him
And before him (Haha)

[Verse 2]
Once Cole became my idol I was looking for his
Found out Nas was the reason that he did what he did
So I was looking up his classics try'na find all his hits
To see what spoke to Cole, so I could grow even though I was a kid
Illmatic still classic, I feel that shit
Even though it dropped five years before the world had me
Shit was blessing the next king of this real rap shit
I don't hate the new generation though I love it
Let's make that clear, happy I got it off of my chest
Now the truth is out
Look, already I can see all the fans that I'm losing now
Just because I f*ck with Pump, Roddy Ricch and Lil' Uzi sound
If you don't like it then don't listen
It's simple I'm cruising 'round in the Civic
Just wondering on how it'd be if they listened
They'd see that they got it twisted and all these kids they been dissin' all this time have been gifted
I'm just minding my business
Shit I'm blind to the situation
I plead the fifth
The old must respect the new
The new must respect the old
If you a youngin' coming up but you've been hating on what's old
Do your homework, learn the game, watch the way this shit's evolved
Without the old, your biggest idol?
You would never even known
[Chorus]
If it wasn't for him
And everybody else before him
And before him
And before him
'Cause you would never make it
If it wasn't for him
And those before him
And before him
And before him (Haha)

Adam Snow – 42 Lyrics (feat. Freddie Gibbs & Josh Alias)

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And the lovely sweetness
That filled the air
Came from a daffodil
In my hair
You placed it there

Freddie Gibbs:
AK got the many
Jacket RAW f*ck the henny
Tyrells on my timeline
f*cking tall hoes like little penny
I should ice my face out
On a gold robe like lil Boosie
Used to have the franco
Now it's VVSs in the cuban
My pac called but I'm sick of losing
That soft boy, Christina movement
Bought a exit for my hood shooters
That hard white, Christina movement
Got yellow dope, got brown dope
Got blue dope, that frank ???
In the Maybach of that big thing
I don't rent things or space couping
Nigga what (yeah)
Burning God to help relieve my psyche

Used to burn crosses in our yard, now they burning Nike's
Came up in the nineties when niggas got murdered over Nike's
Jesus walking with me if you niggas riding by me
With that SK, got the many
Jacket RAW f*ck the henny
Tyrells on my timeline
f*cking tall hoes like little penny
I should ice my face out
On a gold robe like lil Boosie
Used to have the franco
Now it's VVSs in the cuban
That AK got the many
Jacket RAW f*ck the henny
Tyrells on my timeline
f*cking tall hoes like little penny
I should ice my face out
On a gold robe like lil Boosie
If you ain't round me when I had the franco
Then you never knew me like what
Josh Alias:

Siya – No Race Lyrics

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This is not a race
Shoutout Lil Tae K

[Verse 1: Siya]
This is not the race
This is politic-ing in a wraith with a bad broad
Ima put some hickies in her bra
This that balmain this that part
Where money get exchanged this that
Ima f*ck around and get some brain this that

[Chorus: Siya]

Millie rock on any block
Niggas talking crazy
I be mixing with the pot
I be whipping babies
Tell me if it’s lit or not
I be looking wavy every night a different spot
This is not the race

[Verse 2: Siya]
I be popping bottles on a Tuesday
I be so gone off the Duseé
This is that (This is that)
f*ck around and catch a case
Please don’t kill the vibe
I got niggas on the interstate
Waiting for the play like a nigga
On the one y’all this is not that Louie shit

This is for the gold y’all
Y’all should grow the f*ck up
Come here let me coach you
You ain’t with the game nigga
I don’t even know you
This is not the race
But shoutout to Lil Tae K
30 round clips and a mf AK
If niggas got a problem tell them
Say it to my face
All these niggas in my circle
Bet you everybody spray
This is not the race
This is dedicated to the ops
We don’t hang with pussies on my block
Either you gone get it or you not
Either way somebody gettin shot this that

[Chorus: Siya]
Millie rock on any block
Niggas talking crazy
I be mixing with the pot
I be whipping babies
Tell me if it’s lit or not
I be looking wavy every night a different spot
This is not the race

Lil’ Wayne – Dedication 2 Lyrics

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[Lil Wayne]
{whispers} Dedication 2…

[DJ Drama]
Alright I think you ready this time
Y’all know what I come here for
Call me the iPod King
Call me Mr. Thanksgiving
Call me whatever the f*ck you want

[Nancy Sinatra]
Bang bang, I shot you down
Bang bang, you hit the ground
Bang bang, that awful sound
Bang bang… I used to shoot you down

[Lil Wayne]
Hah, Dedication 2, that’s right, you already…
Wake up motherf*ckers it’s Weezy, you got a problem?
Heads to them Katrina victims, we still mobbin’
Shiny black coupe at night look like a goblin
AK on the backseat, baby it’s so-{*record rewinds*}

Wake up motherf*ckers it’s Weezy, you got a problem?
Heads to them Katrina victims, we still mobbin
Shiny black coupe at night look like a goblin
AK on the backseat, baby it’s so vivrant
Watch me let it spray like a hydrant, can’t dodge it
You not gettin’ wet in the rain is not logic
She won’t give that p*ssy to Wayne, I’m so obliged just
Live and direct from inside of ya bitch body
And, hi there ho what do ya know I’m ridin’
In the same streets my pops died in, I got ’em and
I get that money tell my momma I’m grindin’
And I’ll be coming home with our future in my pocket
Shoot you if you block it, leave a nigga awkward
Murder the adults and let the kids get adopted
Sit it in the pot and watch me rise to power

Gettin’ out twenty American pies an hour
Goddamn, excuse ma’am but I’m the man
And you better put my money in my hand, stop playin’!
Got ends, no friends, just brothers one color
And I spread the motherf*cker all over your room shutters
Yeah, they knew better I’m two letters
I’m like M.J. and 2-3 and O.G., yeah I’m low-key
Cause niggas and bitches is police
I roll leaf, patching up the game’s slow leak
I’m Weezy baby!

Lemme catch my breath… {breathing}
Ok…
p*ssy-ass.. p*ssy-ass.. p*ssy-ass.. p*ssy..

p*ssy-ass niggas, fake fraud-ass niggas
Tryna save the past, SIM card-ass niggas
Them broads laugh at ya, them niggas won’t kill ya
And them niggas that’s with ya, could die right with ya
I’ll be shootin everything up in my eyesight mister
I say I might miss ya, but lil’ FeFe gon’ hit ya
And lil’ Currensy’ll split ya, Mack Maine’ll straight flip ya
Let Taz Po ship ya, then we’ll all forget ya
I’m sittin’ in the kitchen like “How can we all get richer?”
Got paint on my hands from painting the perfect picture
Then I tell lil’ Josh, roll up the perfect Swisher
God damn the hurricane, to the weed man, we miss ya
I’m the best just listen, I ain’t what the game been missin’
That’s my nigga Juelz, I been here since twelve
Ten shells, let ’em save themselves
f*ck them niggas and they pals, pal, pow!

NAV – Chirp Lyrics

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Play this song

[Intro: NAV]
Yeah, yeah, what’s up?
Um, I’m still, I’m still recording, but you wanna come by?

[Verse 1: NAV]
Workin’, I don’t get a break like a Kit-Kat
Rockin’ all designer clothes, but it’s mismatched (Ayy)
I don’t ever worry ’bout where my bitch at (Bitch)
Drivin’ packs on the road, had to risk that (Let’s go, brr)
I’ma get the Rollie slime green, slatt, slatt (Slatt)
They movin’ out the way every time I back back (Skrrt)
Spent 150K, got my wrist wrapped
I could put the money up, I know I get it back
Both of my pinkies got riggity-rocks (Big rocks)
I could get birds by the fliggity-flock (Brr)
Shoppin’ in Paris for drippity-drop
Makin’ hits, I’ll never flippity-flop (Flop)
I can’t just let any bitch in my spot
Before you get in, are you fuckin’ or not?
I’ll take some top, I don’t care for the box
She on the way, I fell asleep on the Wock’
Pullin’ out bitches from the crowd at my show
Like a hood girl, I don’t like pink toes
I think I’ma keep her, I’m impressed by her throat
Bought the bitch a Benz with a Prada pink coat
Yeah, I pop pills, I been rollin’ all day
Ain’t a bad bitch in my city I ain’t slay
Wake up in the morning, ‘fore I eat, I get cake
Don’t wanna hear your problems, got a lot on my plate

[Chorus: NAV & Quavo]
My phone go chirp (Brrt)
Drivin’ Bentley, vert (Skrrt)
Tried to put me in the dirt (Dirt)
But I broke the curse (Curse)
Cash said eighty for a verse (Yeah)
Say you got half, let’s work (Yeah)
Almost got attached to the Percs (Percs)
Pop another Addy, go to work (Let’s go)
Sippin’ on drank (Sippin’ on drank)
Sippin’ on drank (Sippin’ on drank)
Told her put the money in her skirt (Skirt)
Told her bend that ass, she squirt (Squirtle)
Diamonds gon’ bling like blur, drip
Clear water, pure water, surf, flip
All this money I get
Throwin’ up money, I’m watchin’ your bitch strip, strip (Pop it)

[Verse 2: Quavo]
My whip is exotic, my bitch is exotic
And we on the block with narcotics (Narco)
AK won’t fit in my pocket
We order five privates to the tropics (Woah)
I want two hundred M’s, ain’t no option
We keep on poppin’ pills ’til it’s toxic (Yeah)
Dirty the money, laundry, had to wash it (Yeah)
I put the bounty on him, had to drop it (Drop it, uh)
On the phone, put ’em on a lil’ lick (Brrt)
If you hit, I’ma get a lil’ rich (Brrt)
Don’t call if it don’t make sense (No, no)
Don’t make cheese, it don’t make sense (No, no)
Got too many tings on the leash (Too)
Good dope make ’em turn to a fiend (No)
Alicia (Yeah), Alicia (Alicia), Alicia when I play with the keys

[Chorus: NAV & Quavo]
My phone go chirp (Brrt, phone go chirp)
Drivin’ Bentley, vert (Skrrt)
Tried to put me in the dirt (Dirt)
But I broke the curse (Curse, broke the curse)
Cash said eighty for a verse (Yeah, yeah)
Say you got half, let’s work (Yeah, let’s work)
Almost got attached to the Percs (Percs)
Pop another Addy, go to work (Let’s go)
Sippin’ on drank (Sippin’ on drank)
Sippin’ on drank (Sippin’ on drank)
Told her put the money in her skirt (Skirt)
Told her bend that ass, she squirt (Squirtle)
Diamonds gon’ bling like blur, drip
Clear water, pure water, surf, flip
All this money I get
Throwin’ up money, I’m watchin’ your bitch strip, strip (Pop it)

S.pri Noir – Maman Dort Lyrics

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[Intro : tag]
Biggie Jo on the beat

[Refrain : S.Pri Noir]
J’aimerais qu’l’histoire se termine au volant d’l’Aventador
Chérie fait pas trop de bruit, la police tape à la porte
J’ai mis mon cœur, ma haine, le plan du coffre dans l’sac de sport
Ils savent pas trop ce que je fais la nuit quand maman dort
J’aimerais qu’l’histoire se termine au volant d’l’Aventador
Chérie fait pas trop de bruit, la police tape à la porte
J’ai mis mon cœur, ma haine, le plan du coffre dans l’sac de sport
Ils savent pas trop ce que je fais la nuit quand maman dort

[Couplet 1 : S.Pri Noir]
J’voulais pas visé les mines, la misère à baisser les stores
Le produit vient du cargo, appel de phare, j’suis dans un port
Tony M manie les armes pour régler tous les désaccords
Cette vie est difficile, p’tit frère refuse de vivre ici
Le barman comprend pas et voit des impacts dans son bar
On cache l’arme du crime dans un square, on part en cavale quelque part
On est suivie par quelques porcs, ne pas s’partager quelques parts
Parce que l’ancien maintenant c’est nous, l’ancien peut plus mettre des tes-tar

[Pré-refrain : S.Pri Noir & Alonzo]
Tu frappes dans têtes, on va pas t’séparer
Maman m’a dit : “Ne va pas t’égarer”
Mais moi j’ai préféré la détailler
Maman t’inquiètes, du quartier j’vais m’tailler

[Refrain : S.Pri Noir]
J’aimerais qu’l’histoire se termine au volant d’l’Aventador
Chérie fait pas trop de bruit, la police tape à la porte
J’ai mis mon cœur, ma haine, le plan du coffre dans l’sac de sport
Ils savent pas trop ce que je fais la nuit quand maman dort
J’aimerais qu’l’histoire se termine au volant d’l’Aventador
Chérie fait pas trop de bruit, la police tape à la porte

J’ai mis mon cœur, ma haine, le plan du coffre dans l’sac de sport
Ils savent pas trop ce que je fais la nuit quand maman dort

[Couplet 2 : Alonzo]
J’ai vécu la cité sans père, j’volais pour pas ruiner mama
Pas d’amis, que des frères, sous shit on tapait des comas
On pensait pas mourir violemment sous les balles des AK
Dans l’secteur, même pas majeur, frère à toutes heures, y a que des dramas
C’est la merde ! On va s’en sortir ma fille
Quand j’te regardes j’me dis qu’j’ai pas le choix, j’vais réussir
L’homme que le soleil à brulé connait la valeur de l’ombre
J’y vois clair mais ils aiment m’entendre chanter mes idées sombres

[Pré-refrain : S.Pri Noir & Alonzo]
Tu frappes dans têtes, on va pas t’séparer
Maman m’a dit : “Ne va pas t’égarer”
Mais moi j’ai préféré la détailler
Maman t’inquiètes, du quartier j’vais m’tailler

[Refrain : S.Pri Noir]
J’aimerais qu’l’histoire se termine au volant d’l’Aventador
Chérie fait pas trop de bruit, la police tape à la porte
J’ai mis mon cœur, ma haine, le plan du coffre dans l’sac de sport
Ils savent pas trop ce que je fais la nuit quand maman dort
J’aimerais qu’l’histoire se termine au volant d’l’Aventador
Chérie fait pas trop de bruit, la police tape à la porte
J’ai mis mon cœur, ma haine, le plan du coffre dans l’sac de sport
Ils savent pas trop ce que je fais la nuit quand maman dort

[Outro : S.Pri Noir & Alonzo]
Hey hey eh yeah (maman dort, mame)
Eh eh eh eh (maman dort, mame)
Eh eh eh eh (maman dort)
Ils savent pas trop ce que je fais la nuit quand maman dort (mame mame)

Hustle Gang – Here I Go Lyrics (feat. Young Dro, Mystikal, T.i., Spodee & Shad Da God)

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[Verse 1:]
Niggas try me, catch fifty first
Choppa so big nigga hit reverse
I’m a draw down on you and your partner so perfect
You gon’ think this shit rehearsed
I can spit the verse but can’t handle the repercussions
AK clips and Russians
Blood is rushing, cold-ass Swiss accounts
So you know the coats is Tuscan
Lady Ramkin, nigga, I’m a bear
Backwoods, weed, nigga, put it in the air
Black mead cover up the living room chair
Chinchillas cover up my bitches over there
Westside, I can make a killing over there
Eastside, I can’t pimp without Slim
Spodee on deck, can’t kill it without him
Three crazy, front pocket on dip, blow

[Hook:]
I was kickin’ my shit, just cooling, ’bout to smoke another O
Kickin’ my feet up, y’all niggas cheaters, probably rollin’ with your ho
Now all these folks got somethin’ to say about where I be and where I go
I heard niggas was lookin’ for me, p*ssy nigga, here I go
Here I go, here I go (p*ssy nigga, here I go)
Here I go, here I go

[Verse 2:]
Probably with your bitch – big butt, can’t fit up in the Six
A hundred whole bucks’ll get you two purple zips
A hundred whole bands made the AP glitch
She don’t wanna f*ck me, she wanna f*ck my wrist
Tell her like Young Dro: "f*ck that bitch" (I said f*ck that bitch)
Bought a 357, went back to the neighbourhood, bought that bitch

[Verse 3:]
You niggas better go on with the buster shit
I send 50 then empty out another clip
I’m Westside ridin’ my hooptie still
On the phone seeing where my little cousin is
(I’m on the Southside right now)
(It ain’t nothin’ in the whip but some dope and some tools)
And nigga we so deep, so don’t even
If it ain’t on me, I’m strapped like a fool, biotch!
(I know a nigga that cut work, bitch)
(Ride with bricks like it’s no risk)
(Buddy, yay cost two bands)
I’m so ma’f*ckin’ focussed
But these niggas said they G?
They some pussies to me
Ten years in the game, still ain’t richer than me

You don’t like what I’m saying?
Hail Marys in your face right now
Yeah, nigga, you’ve got love for me

[Hook]

[Verse 4:]
I’m made for this – steak and lobster, my table’s dish
Been kickin’ this flavour shit
No Lacoste but this ‘gator, bitch (watch out, bitch)
Dro is my brother from another mother, we made the clique
Me and Slim from Decatur, trick
f*ck with us, get your tater split
I spit rhymes like I’m 6’9 and my cadences
Leave pricks tryna depict lines
Clique tryna portray this shit (bitch)
Bitch I’m big time, don’t play with this
I’ve got six 9s, when I clip mine
Your whole clique dying, Arcadians (yeah…)
Keep it 300, nigga
I you want the ho, you’d better come and get her
It’s a pimp in here, I ain’t no baby sitter
I’ve got 30 shoes with ‘gator in ’em (checks)
p*ssy-ass niggas so lame, go all bare for the limelight (limelight)
f*ck what you heard, that chopper’ll get a ma’f*cka’s mind right

[Hook]

[Verse 4:]
They be swinging on a trapper like a lumberjack
I’m doper than a drum full of crack
I get it popping light a lightning bolt
Yeah, motherf*cker, I got my thunder back
My looks made your sister wanna ride the dick
My beats made your brother wanna bow to rap
My smoke strong, made your daddy wanna roll a blunt
Your mama holler: "Ain’t nobody got time for that!"
Turn from a human to a wolf on the song
Bitch I rip these shows, you can ask these hoes
They be standin’ in the front screaming: "We want more!"
I was at it for an hour
She couldn’t catch her breath, but she still want more
After the show, I handle my motherf*ckin’ business
Need I say more?
T.I. sent me a song and said: "OG, merk that bitch!"
He said it real familiar, and it was real familiar
So I lit up and hurt that bitch
Give a f*ck? Never, sir
Don’t give a shit, suck my dick
Give a damn, here I am – you lookin’ for me, bitch?!

[Hook]

Childish Gambino – Little Foot Big Foot Lyrics

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[Chorus]
Little foot, bigfoot, get out the way
I’ma show y’all how to move this yay
I’ma show y’all how to move like this
I’ma show ya’ll how to move ayy, woo
Little foot, bigfoot, get out the way
I’ma show y’all how to move this yay
I’m show y’all how to move like this
I’ma show ya’ll how to move ayy, woo

[Verse 1]
Little foot, bigfoot, get out the way
Busting out bells I’ve been busting all-day
Busting out bells, we were selling that hay
Baby moving that snow, I was riding that sleigh
Double cup the C’s had to put them in the safe
Got the semi on deck, .45, AK
Serving up fiend, I remember that J
Brought his daughter to the house, I was crying all-day
L’s roll up and I’m packing that heat
12 roll up and I’m slapping them feet
We was only sixteen, we was looking at three
Now we looking at life, I done got it on speed
Water drips rich, so I’m getting that leak
Face got my baby mama nails on fleek
I was seven years old daddy throwing in the cleats
Said life ain’t fair, everybody gon’ cheat

[Chorus]
Little foot, bigfoot, get out the way
I’ma show y’all how to move this yay
I’ma show y’all how to move like this (Ooh)
I’ma show ya’ll how to move, woo
Little foot, bigfoot, get out the way
I’ma show y’all how to move this yay
I’ma show y’all how to move like this (Okay)
I’ma show ya’ll how to move ayy, woo, (Woo)

[Verse 2]
Chicken coupe, chicken soup, I got the wave
Move so smooth like butter, like shea
Run old boy I ain’t heard what they say
Quarter brick, half a brick, whole brick, ayy
Got my white like hay hoes flows
Could’ve been broke, this the life I chose
They was in school, I was stirring that pot
But I couldn’t come home I was taking that spot
Life move fast like a movie so quick
Darkskin beauty got a booty so thick
She a down-home chick, she’ll hit that lick
Had to drop my home old girl, cause she think that she slick
I ain’t seen him in a minute I think he might flip
Had to hit him with the stick, man you niggas ain’t, woo
If I couldn’t move bricks I don’t know what I’d do
I ain’t worry ’bout mine, you can worry ’bout you

[Chorus]
Little foot, bigfoot, get out the way
I’ma show y’all how to move this yay
I’ma show y’all how to move like this
I’ma show ya’ll how to move ayy, woo
Little foot, bigfoot, get out the way
I’ma show y’all how to move this yay
I’m show y’all how to move like this
I’ma show ya’ll how to move ayy, woo
(One, two, one two three)
Little foot bigfoot, get out the way (Hey!)
I’ma show y’all how to move this yay (Hey!)
I’ma show y’all how to move like this
I’ma show ya’ll how to move ayy, woo
Little foot bigfoot, get out the way (Hey!)
I’ma show y’all how to move this yay (Hey!)
I’ma show y’all how to move like this
I’ma show ya’ll how to move ayy, woo

[Outro]
Little foot, bigfoot, get out the way
I’ma show y’all how to move this yay
I’ma show y’all how to move like this
I’ma show ya’ll how to move ayy, woo
Little foot, bigfoot, get out the way
I’ma show y’all how to move this yay
I’ma show y’all how to move like this
I’ma show ya’ll how to move ayy, woo

Mir Fontane – Money Bag Lyrics

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[Chorus]
You know I got it all from the dirt
He ain’t put in work, now he hurt
But you know I don’t play wit’ my money
You know I don’t f**k around wit’ my money bag
Droppin’ water, I been runnin’ to the cash now
I know they wish that I was broke or doin’ bad now
But you know I don’t play wit’ my money
You know I don’t f**k around wit’ my money bag

[Verse 1]
If you got a dream, you better chase that
They been sleepin’ on the kid but I don’t take naps
She see the rapper, now shawty wanna taste that
Yeah, long hair don’t care like I’m A$AP
Bitch, get off my line I’m on the f**king road
I live my life like every day’s another episode
Niggas hate but want a ticket to my shows, yeah
I see right through you like Rihanna clothes
If yo’ bitch a snack, my bitch a full plate
I done made it out the hood without a cell mate
Still tryna move my brodie out the trap house
Movin’ so much weight he almost blew his back out
She gon’ keep throwin’ that ass if I throw cash out
Cause I’m the only rapper only spittin’ facts out
And I still sit around the house wit’ all my chains on
Cause I ain’t ever goin’ back to where I came from

[Chorus]
You know I got it all from the dirt
He ain’t put in work, now he hurt
But you know I don’t play wit’ my money
You know I don’t f**k around wit’ my money bag
Droppin’ water, I been runnin’ to the cash now
I know they wish that I was broke or doin’ bad now
But you know I don’t play wit’ my money
You know I don’t f**k around wit’ my money bag

[Verse 2]
Damn, what’s the problem?
Tell me how I did all of this without a album
Young nigga speaking for a couple thousand
Keep the circle small, you see how they did Malcolm
Get yo’ paper, get yo’ paper, get yo’ money
I did it my way, they can’t take nothin’ from me
I know they wish that I was ashy, broke, and bummy
Cause now I’m probably in they Women Crush tummy
Ayi-yi-yi-yi, Why does everybody die growing up on this side?
Got gorillas in a Jag with AK’s on they thighs
If it’s beef, bullets long as French fries
You can catch a super size, yeah super size
City of the lost, hope you make it out alive
See my brodie caught a body and he got a couple priors
They only caught ‘em cause he dropped the Cannon like Mariah

[Chorus]
You know I got it all from the dirt
He ain’t put in work, now he hurt
But you know I don’t play wit’ my money
You know I don’t f**k around wit’ my money bag
Droppin’ water, I been runnin’ to the cash now
I know they wish that I was broke or doin’ bad now
But you know I don’t play wit’ my money
You know I don’t f**k around wit’ my money bag
You know I got it all from the dirt
He ain’t put in work, now he hurt
But you know I don’t play wit’ my money
You know I don’t f**k around wit’ my money bag
Droppin’ water, I been runnin’ to the cash now
I know they wish that I was broke or doin’ bad now
But you know I don’t play wit’ my money
You know I don’t f**k around wit’ my money bag

Jeezy – Oh Yea Lyrics

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[Intro: Jeezy]
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Alright, alright
104
Oh yeah
Yeah, what’s up?
Uh, uh

[Chorus: Ball Greezy]
Oh yeah, why the nigga gun on him?
Why his AK got a drum on it?
Oh yeah, why the nigga still in the game?
Why the nigga sell cocaine?
Oh yeah, why you still sell crack? (Crack)
Why the nigga still in the trap (Huh?)
Oh yeah, why the nigga still in the hood?
And hang with niggas up to no good? Oh yeah

[Verse 1: Jeezy]
Dropped two-fifty on the vert
And I got it all out the dirt
Oh yeah, feds hit the spot on the first
12 lost two when it hurt (Goddamn)
Oh yeah, caught a cell charge, made bail
Then I went and bought me a scale
Oh yeah, is the nigga blind? I can’t tell
He readin’ them bricks like braille
Oh yeah, dawg touched down from the feds
Say he ’bout to dig up his bread
Oh yeah, chopper get to choppin’ ’bout the bread
Cost that boy an arm and a leg
Oh yeah, used to get the Remy out of trunks
I was really, really, really in the hood
Oh yeah used to get the bricks from Lauderdale
When I’m down there I’m really, really good

[Chorus: Ball Greezy]
Oh yeah, why the nigga gun on him?
Why his AK got a drum on it?
Oh yeah, why the nigga still in the game?
Why the nigga sell cocaine?
Oh yeah, why you still sell crack? (Crack)
Why the nigga still in the trap (Huh?)
Oh yeah, why the nigga still in the hood?
And hang with niggas up to no good? Oh yeah

[Verse 2: Jeezy]
Rolex before the record deal (Swear to God, nigga)
Traphouse did five mil’
Why these niggas don’t like me?
And yet they tryna be just like me
Oh yeah, came straight from the dope game
Still smellin’ like a whole thing
My wrist sore, I need some Rogaine
Flex dancin’ like Soul Train
How you want it, nine or the TEC?
The money counter faster than a jet
Oh yeah, bitch called twice, she got nerves, man
95 South, she got curves, man
Started off hustling on the curb, man
Hit ’em with the brrt, bought a bird, man
Oh yeah, you either get it or you got it
Just know you can’t live without it (What’s up?)

[Chorus: Ball Greezy]
Oh yeah, why the nigga gun on him?
Why his AK got a drum on it?
Oh yeah, why the nigga still in the game?
Why the nigga sell cocaine?
Oh yeah, why you still sell crack? (Crack)
Why the nigga still in the trap (Huh?)
Oh yeah, why the nigga still in the hood?
And hang with niggas up to no good? Oh yeah

[Interlude: Jeezy]
What’s up?
You already know what this shit is, nigga (Oh yeah)
Either you got it or you don’t
Either you got it or you gon’ go get it, nigga
Oh yeah, what? Yeah
Why he got a gun on him?
Multi-milli’
But we still movin’ like that though
Huh, woop
104, nigga
This shit for real, nigga, hah
Ball Greezy, I see you, baby
Haha, ah
Lauderdale, what they do, get them M’s up, nigga
Huh, Snow

[Chorus: Ball Greezy]
Oh yeah, why the nigga gun on him?
Why his AK got a drum on it?
Oh yeah, why the nigga still in the game?
Why the nigga sell cocaine?
Oh yeah, why you still sell crack? (Crack)
Why the nigga still in the trap (Huh?)
Oh yeah, why the nigga still in the hood?
And hang with niggas up to no good? Oh yeah

Young Thug – What’s Your Move Lyrics

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[Intro: Young Thug]
(BL$$D)
I just let lil’ mama suck me up, girl
Bitch tryna grind [?] of the both, girl
I jumped out the Porsche and when straight up girl (Straight up girl)
You can leave your trousers here, you know the world

[Bridge: Young Thug]
What the move?
I’m tired of earnin’ you
I’m tired of spyin’ on ya’
Tried to paint my shoes
I made it rain on you
When it was hard to maintain too
I was playin’ games with you
Like you could never play games too, yeah, woah

[Chorus: Young Thug]
You just gotta tell me what you want (Tell me what you want)
Louis Vuitton diamond, keep calm
All you do is point at what you want (Point it up)
Crystal cut pointers and charm
35 thousand for a duff
Nigga tried to buy the cash cost
[?] Millie [?] with the [?]
35 thousand for a duff
You make it twerk for me
You get the percs for me
80.000 of for her Burgy’
You get the verse for free
I make her worship me
I might cop her a verse from me
Turn to a V.I.P, ya’ll nigga work for me
You want a bag, oh no, no, no
That nigga droppin’ and poppin and ringin’ on my door
I make her sit up and suck it, she fuckin’ at my shows
That nigga scared of, it’s so funny, she suckin’ assholes, ayy

[Verse 1: Lil Uzi Vert]
Drip, drip, no shoestring my sneaker, won’t trip
My jeans, they so tight, they don’t fit
Still I walk around with a stick on my hip
VVS diamonds right behind my lip
Don’t walk with less than 50 on my wrist
Diamonds so cold on my neck, it got me sick
Raf Simons mix it up with the Rick’
Flexin’ on these haters who sent me “My bad”
Made it from the soil, made it from the rags
Richer than your first, richer than your last
L U V, know I got the swag
Pop a rubber band, pop another Xan
I groove around, party pack with hand
I’m seeing double lookin’ through my lens
Tell me what you want, I just want your friend

[Chorus: Young Thug]
You just gotta tell me what you want (Tell me what you want)
Louis Vuitton diamond, keep calm
All you do is point at what you want (Point it up)
Crystal cut pointers and charm
35 thousand for a duff
Nigga tried to buy the cash cost
[?] Millie [?] with the [?]
35 thousand for a duff
You make it twerk for me (Twerk)
You get the percs for me
80.000 of for her Burgy’
You get the verse for free
I make her worship me
I might cop her a verse from me
Turn to a V.I.P, ya’ll nigga work for me
You want a bag, oh no, no, no
That nigga droppin’ and poppin and ringin’ on my door
I make her sit up and suck it, she fuckin’ at my shows
That nigga scared of, it’s so funny, she suckin’ assholes, ayy

[Verse 2: Young Thug]
Diamonds they cook my wrist
Leg it, they fuck all the skits, woo
Left wrist sittin’ on a brick
Bitch had it ‘lot like a pig (Shee)
Fist work came for the shit
Grab a AK for the wrist (Grab AK)
Gorilla, rub your Bape on a bitch
Shoot your card K on a bitch (Bitch)
We livin’ state to state on a bitch (We livin’ state to state, yeah)
We never ever play with the bitch (We never ever play no)
Do everything the same on a bitch
We only pick the brain of the bitch
I thought to [?] big bills on a bitch
I got a few C’s on a bitch
I made another lead on a bitch
My diamond ’bout to [?] bitch

[Bridge: Young Thug]
What’s the move?
I’m tired of earnin’ you (Oh yeah)
I was tired of spyin’ on ya’
Tried to paint my shoes
Make it rain on you (Rain)
It was hard to maintain too, uh
I was playin’ games with you
Like you couldn’t play games too, hey, okay

[Chorus: Young Thug]
You just gotta tell me what you want (Tell me what you want)
Louis Vuitton diamond, keep calm
All you do is point at what you want (Point it up)
Crystal cut pointers and charm
35 thousand for a duff
Nigga tried to buy the cash cost
[?] Millie [?] with the [?]
35 thousand for a duff
You make it twerk for me (Twerk)
You get the percs for me
80.000 of for her Burgy’
You get the verse for free
I make her worship me
I might cop her a verse from me
Turn to a V.I.P, ya’ll nigga work for me
You want a bag, oh no, no, no
That nigga droppin’ and poppin and ringin’ on my door
I make her sit up and suck it, she fuckin’ at my shows
That nigga scared of, it’s so funny, she suckin’ assholes, ayy

The Underachievers – No Detectives Lyrics

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[Verse 1 : Issa Gold]
Niggas love to scream at players while they sitting in the rafters
Step, reveal and get embarrassed like when Cass ripped up Dizaster, I’m like half Marilyn Manson
The other half a young scholastic
(?) Sid vicious, confidence of Young Mick Jacker
I be rolling stone, rest in piece to Peep whoever overdosed
We third and goal, I’m Brady off the snap
You know we going home, since last year been in my zone
Give all hell no cortizone, that nigga pops his weakness shows
The cold heat will let him know, Twisted off the gnac
While twisting up the pack, used to cop it by the half P
And move it in the trap, My nigga Juice had the weight
That nigga put us on the map don’t let the colored hair fool you
Nigga live with the strap, you can see it in the scars
Coulda died to be richer, went to jail and did a bid
While just trying to make a flip, used to push weight in crack cars Since nigga was a kid, my lil home caught a charge
And we ain’t seen him ever since (Lawd, lawd)

[Hook : AKtheSavior]
I got 2 hoes for the night, Shoutout to my exes
No detectives in that single life
Rent the coupe I’m breaking lights, Soldiers close I earn my stripes
Play your roll or pay the price

[Verse 2 : AKtheSavior]
Drop the location, Pull up in spaceship like its an invasion
AK a starter you on the bench waiting, internet beefin then step to the pavement, niggas retreat before we get to sprayin’
Just like a roach but I strike you like Raiden (Uh)
I get the bag and I stack it up stack it up that be the simple equation (Uh) Took me a Mario mushroom and leveled up
Lord be witness my niggas shoot heaven up
I don’t do regular, hot like a nebula (Uh)
She gave me top and I severed her
I be the alien and I’m the predator (Uh)
Watch me clear out the perimeter
Niggas talk loud but inside they be feminine
Open the cabinet the reefer my medicine (Uh)
Hate when they see me like nemesis
I keep it humble and reap all the benefits
She getting loose for the hell of it
I’m wearing Prada you know what that represent
She throwing it back she competitive
Soon as I hit it she losing her membership
I had to VS my tennises
Now my shit hittin like Venus and Tennis hit

[Hook (x2) : AKtheSavior]
I got 2 hoes for the night, Shoutout to my exes
No detectives in that single life
Rent the coupe I’m breaking lights, Soldiers close I earn my stripes
Play your roll or pay the price

The Underachievers – Tokyo Drift Lyrics

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[Verse 1 : Issa Gold]
No I don’t copy no waves
I surf on your chick while you take her on dates
I ain’t tryna slay, fuck minimum wage
We stole all the bases my nigga we safe
Keeping the grip hid it next to the waist
Kill for my niggas don’t care bout the cage
Shorty was with it don’t care what I say
She know I’m a G and she fuck with the gang (Yeah, yeah)
Nigga the coldest mack, got chicks on my almanac (Yeah, yeah)
Smoke out the cul de sac, she blitzing the quarterback (Yeah)
Never was friendly I’m straight
Nigga a lame see the hate in his face
Real ones salute all the fake can’t relate
You blowin the boof now she hit like its laced
Screaming shoutout to my niggas we safe
Look at my phone got hoes on the way
Switchin’ my lane still up for debate
Leaving the rest for my niggas to take (Facts)
I’m a superwinner with no cape
I plow a nigga down he get in the way
I roll another pound I’m liftin’ away
She top me off in whip ain’t no time to waste

[Hook : AKTHESAVIOR]
Uh, Yeah, Stuck in my ways, try to run up get the pump to the face
Uh, Yeah, What a mistake, ain’t no movie now his Spirit Away
Uh, Yeah, I got the pay, shawty see me try to give her a raise
Uh, Yeah, Soon as I slay, tokyo a nigga drifting away

[Verse 2 : AKTHESAVIOR]
I blow the finest, only ride designer
She wanna cut so I name her katana
Live out my luggage fly like I departed
The niggas I’m with been the same since I started
AK the illest I’m just being honest
High like a pillar when I hit the chronic
I got the knowledge and turn it to power and now they say I’m ‘luminati, She got them niggas to make a deposit they layin’
We catching a body, Ain’t got no limit I’m bout it when figures is piling my niggas is down to get rowdy
Gemini I be impatient, I need a payment
Ain’t no way to get around it
Nigga you not on my wavelength, I been up training
Like Piccalo in the moutains
Green in my eyes but I don’t wear a scouter
Look at her nose its still got a lil powder
Give me that mouth and she swallow the chowder
Tell her goodnight and I pray for her father
All on my own so I don’t owe you nada
I’m in disguise when I’m rocking that prada
Been an Amiri you niggas just follow
I’m a trendsetter my style never borrowed

[Hook : AKTHESAVIOR]
Uh, Yeah, Stuck in my ways, try to run up get the pump to the face
Uh, Yeah, What a mistake, ain’t no movie now his Spirit Away
Uh, Yeah, I got the pay, shawty see me try to give her a raise
Uh, Yeah, Soon as I slay, tokyo a nigga drifting away, Uh yeah

Gunna – 3 Headed Snake Lyrics

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[Intro: Gunna]
Aimin’ at a date, aimin’ at a Wraith, aimin’ at a gate, mmh
Aimin’ at a date, aimin’ at a Wraith, aimin’ at a gate, mmh
Aimin’ at a date, aimin’ at a Wraith, aimin’ at a gate, mmh
Aimin’ at a date, aimin’ at a Wraith, aimin’ at a gate

[Verse 1: Young Thug]
Shit, me, Gunna, and Wheezy, that’s a three-headed snake
I bought me a Benz, it came with a shank
I fuck on your friends, I fuck on your bae
Every time I pretend, it came with a bait (Uh-huh)
I was in a Royce, I was seeing space
‘Bouta fuck a bitch brain, my DM’s late
Bitch, you ain’t my sensei
You could use my nut to cleanse your face

[Verse 2: Gunna]
Bitch, drink my nut like E&J
I was fucked up bro, had to reinstate (Uh-huh)
Look and see I’m straight
We sexin’, we ain’t got a birthday cake (Uh-huh)
Gotta keep an AK
These niggas play games like arcade (Uh-huh)
Pull up in a Porsche
See you’re unloyal, had to part ways (Uh-huh)

[Verse 3: Young Thug & Gunna]
I drip on my dawg’s stage
I brought this shit down at the Barclays (Uh-huh)
I fucked her at Ross place
I ran it up, fillin’ my dawg’s safe (Uh-huh)
Cashed out on some dog, yay
You niggas was taught to follow the way (Uh-huh)
I blocked a thot today
Stop blowing up my number and stalkin’ my page (Uh-huh)
I got a thot, uh, I got a thot, hey
If I leave the spot, I go to the yacht, hey
New Gucci stocks, cover her twat, hey
Givenchy socks, dress up the spot, hey
Jeepers creepers, the gators got measles, shit
I fucked up the bank, bought a rose gold shank, yeah
No realer than this
Dunk with the assist, we hit us a lick (Lick)
Slime in that bitch
I went and got rich, my necklace glist’ (Yeah)
Two hundred a fist
One hundred my bitch, I’m real as it get (Uh huh)
Talkin’ that shit, I hope your kids still humped all your kids
They hit up my mans
They caught him down bad, I want some revenge
I ran up them M’s
Need cash in my bank or pull up in a Brinks

[Chorus: Gunna & Young Thug]
Me, Gunna, and Wheezy, that’s a three-headed snake
Me, Gunna, and Wheezy, that’s a three-headed snake
We done made a few M’s and I’m straight
Got me a mil’, it fit my plate
Shit, the teeth on plastic plate
Just ’cause I listen don’t mean I debate, uh
I don’t got no time to be late
I done missed a few mils, got some buried in the lake
Hey, constantly dodging the grave
The world is a cage, the Planet of Apes (Planet)
Gotta keep the family straight
We know what it takes, the slimiest snakes, uh
I done ran up a whole mil’
I’m chubby, but shit, my pockets in shape, uh
Got racks all inside the safe
If I run out of space, stay booked out of state

[Verse 4: Young Thug & Gunna]
Top off the Benz, the one with no space
It’s drivin’ itself, hit the gas and the brakes
I had her bent inside of the Wraith
The size, the tint, the curtain, the weight
I had to sprint all way to the end
I lost some old friends, couldn’t keep up the pace
Copped the new Lam’ and put it on land
These fuck niggas mad, I see it in they face
The jet that I’m on, its muzzle got Wraith
I’m dodging the rain and I’m dodging the hate
I don’t need a pass ’cause I’m not in school
You playin’, you gon’ be another cold case
My diamonds gon’ dance, they come and enhance
My dick in her hand, I bet it get ate
I spent sixty bands on one of my cases
The paperwork in, my co-D is safe
YSL, we the guys
We murder him and his tribe
I show you around like a spy
This city is mine ’til I die, ah
Patek the rock, ah
Soon up, we shoot at your spot, ah
Perfectly aim for the top, ah
Fuckin’ your ho ’til she tired, yeah
Yeah, just look at these rocks, uh
Lil’ mama got top, it’s wet as a mop, whoa
I creep in the spot
It’s knot knots on me on the way out
Got too many vibes
She feelin’ my brother, we swiggity-swap (Thugger)
Keep sendin’ him Dots
I’m gon’ free my cousin, I won’t let him rot
You sent me a dyke
I fucked her so good, I got her back right
It’s locked, and she got Suge jaws
But I never want the key to the heart, nah
She say my music art
And love it when I’m rappin’ with a guitar
We really came from the A
My shit flowin’, havin’ plenty of bars

[Chorus: Gunna & Young Thug]
Me, Gunna, and Wheezy, that’s a three-headed snake
Me, Gunna, and Wheezy, that’s a three-headed snake
We done made a few M’s and I’m straight
Got me a mil’, it fit my plate
Shit, the teeth on plastic plate
Just ’cause I listen don’t mean I debate, uh
I don’t got no time to be late
I done missed a few mils, got some buried in the lake
Hey, constantly dodging the grave
The world is a cage, the Planet of Apes (Planet)
Gotta keep the family straight
We know what it takes, the slimiest snakes, uh
I done ran up a whole mil’
I’m chubby, but shit, my pockets in shape, uh
Got racks all inside the safe
If I run out of space, stay booked out of state

[Outro: Gunna]
Aimin’ at a Wraith, aimin’ at a gate, mmh (Aimin’ at a gate)
Aimin’ at a Wraith, aimin’ at a gate (Aimin’ at a gate, mmh)
(Aimin’ at a date, aimin’ at a Wraith, aimin’ at a gate, mmh
Aimin’ at a date, aimin’ at a Wraith, aimin’ at a gate)

Belly – Numbers Lyrics

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[Chorus: Belly]
I pull up in four-door Bugattis
Four-wheel Ducatis
Got at least two hoes beside me (ten)
Threesomes like a hobby
Addies made me zero in
Two point nine, these five tsunamis
Seven boppers in the lobby
We the new Illuminati
All my bitches keep six
In case twelve tryna find me
Do the math, do the math
45’s like the army

[Verse 1: Belly]
I’m a pipe her like Rowdy
Free Max, free Bobby
Get Whoopty on the phone
He’ll know what to do with the body (death)
Set Persiles on a little couch, till I put my mama in a real house
Pills all in my little pocket, and they got me geeking like a meal house
Too many fake waves
It’s a real drought
I feel like eight days, with the AK earn the real clout
Fuck your two cents
You wouldn’t even give me two cents when my pennies scuff
Earned it all it was never luck
Millionaire with the semi-tuck
Now you wanna pull a Hemi up
Just so you can come and drink the Henny up
Fake shit, it was never love
And really fuck it if it really was

[Chorus: Belly]
I pull up in four-door Bugattis
Four-wheel Ducatis
Got at least two hoes beside me (ten)
Threesomes like a hobby
Addies made me zero in
Two point nine, these five tsunamis
Seven boppers in the lobby
We the new Illuminati
All my bitches keep six
In case twelve tryna find me
Do the math, do the math
45’s like the army

[Post Chorus]
Doing numbers, doing numbers (add it up)
Doing numbers, doing numbers (add it up)
Doing numbers, doing numbers (add it up)
Doing numbers, doing numbers (add it up)

[Verse 2: Yo Gotti]
I just counted five million dollar cash
All 5s, 10s, and 20s
Got to know that that’s the dope money
Got to know I got the code, homie
Drink, bring a chopper hit him up, aye
Plank, play dead sit him up, aye
Bricks on bricks, yeah we Billy Love (Billy Love)
Bitches act thirsty so we fill em’ up
Ion like the rap game (ion love the rap game)
Ain’t none these niggas real as us (ain’t none these niggas, none these niggas)
Going back to the trap game (going back to the trap)
Selling bricks out the Bentley truck (cocaine Bentley truck)
Then I’ma hit em’ up
I used to be a stick em’ up
Black hoodie with the ski mask
When you see me nigga get em’ up (you know what it is)
I’m a dope boy cause I sold dope, boy
You ain’t no plug cause you owe one boy
You ain’t cool with no Mexican, you don’t know one boy
If you say you got M’s then show one boy
Just bought the Patek the one with no ice
Just knocked that bitch, the one with no lights
And I used to get government assistance, food stamps no lights

[Outro: Belly]
Doing numbers, doing numbers (add it up)
Doing numbers, doing numbers (add it up)
Doing numbers, doing numbers (add it up)
Doing numbers, doing numbers (add it up)

Future – WIFI LIT Lyrics

Azlyrics

[Intro]
Zaytoven
Woah, woah, woah
Woah, woah, woah, woah

[Chorus: Future]
Gone in the sky, over 20,000
I keep my wifi lit
I spend over 5,000, that’s just on one fit
I’m not going back no more when I ain’t have shit
Pray I get a new connect, pray I get a brick

[Verse 1: Future]
I leave a bitch in the cold, oh
I don’t act poor no more
I left her sitting at the Loews, oh
‘Cause she wasn’t touching her toes, no
I’m on some rich nigga shit
It’s all about rich nigga timing
Fully loaded whip
I’m gone curve you kindness
I’m in Hermes drip, not in the store, you can’t find it
I got stacks on me and they won’t fit no wallet
I got Gucci socks on me and money in every pocket
I got Burberry seats, the color teriyaki
I’m on another wave
Cut the head off the Porsche
Running with a pack of wolves, ain’t no extorting
VIP with AK’s, very important
Always riding with a gas torch
Always riding with a mask
Young nigga playing with a pinky ring
Cost over 500 bags
Already know your homie singing, they ’bout to get him wacked
Soon as you let up, relax
That’s when they waiting to attack
Platinum majority of the plaques
Striking it off like a match

[Chorus: Future]
Gone in the sky, over 20,000
I keep my wifi lit
I spend over 5,000, that’s just on one fit
I’m not going back no more when I ain’t have shit
Pray I get a new connect, pray I get a brick

[Verse 2: Future]
You came from public housing, you serving hand to hand, oh
You got that good salmon, and smoking it fresh out the can
You know how to stir your bowl up, you know how to flip your bands
I’m bout to go take 200,000, just to go shop in Japan
I know the opps they thinking foul, we ’bout to take out they mans
We got to make some bullets shower, show you we ain’t playing
You gon’ smell this gun powder, it’s gon’ make you dance
I’ve been counting it up for hours, done cramped my hands

[Chorus: Future]
Gone in the sky, over 20,000
I keep my wifi lit
I spend over 5,000, that’s just on one fit
I’m not going back no more when I ain’t have shit
Pray I get a new connect, pray I get a brick

[Outro: Future]
Wifi lit, woah, woah, whoa
Wifi lit
Pass the bitch, woah, woah, woah
That’s an assist
Cooking grits, woah, woah, woah
Half a chicken
Fuck your clique, woah woah, woah, got them sticks
Wifi lit, wifi lit
Wifi lit
Wifi lit
Wifi lit
Wifi lit
(Auntie, auntie)
Shoutout to Lil Mexico, Kirkwood
JB, know I mean
[?], I got you
You hear me
Let’s go!

Fetty Wap – Look At Me Lyrics

Azlyrics

[Intro]
I do this everyday baby, I know you see the money when you look at me (cash)
What do you say?
I do this everyday baby, I know you see the money when you look at me (when you look at me)
What do you say?
I do this everyday baby, I can tell by your face that you came to play, baby
Yeah-ah

[Chorus 1]
Baby, let me tell you, you so fine, you so sexy, yeah
Baby, let me tell you, you a dime, baby let’s be friends
I can spend this money on a diamond if you let me, yeah
I be getting money all the time, come and check me, yeah

[Bridge]
Baby, let me tell you, you a dime
Baby, let me tell you, you so fine
I’ll never let a nigga waste your time
I can spend this money on a [?]

[Chorus 2]
Baby, let me tell you, you so fine, you so sexy, yeah
Baby, let me tell you, you a dime, baby let’s be friends
Baby won’t you hop up in my ride (skrrt, skrrt)
I’m about to pull up, be outside (skrrt, skrrt)

[Verse]
What do you say? I do this everyday, baby (yeah, baby)
I love to see your pretty face, baby
I love it how you move the waist, baby, ayy
And I love the way you taste, baby
Baby if you were to pick a car [?] (skrrt, skrrt)
And I love your face, your eyes, your style
Baby, if you were to vacay pick an island
I’m ballin’ out, this a payday
[?], said she’d like an R8
I got ‘Big Zoovie’ on my carplates
Said you’d walk, baby this a [?] day
And I hate niggas ’cause they all lame
So fuck what you say now, I do this shit everyday
They say I shoot like [?], get the fuck out my way
I got a Glock and AK now, my niggas don’t play around
We follow, you stay now, then shoot up the playground
So what do you say? I do this everyday, baby
Don’t run on the opps, they’ll pull up to your place baby
30-clip on the Glock, you know I keep me safe baby
I keep gettin’ this guap and throw it in the safe baby
Yeah-ah

[Outro]
What do you say? Yeah
What do you say? What do you say?
What do you say? I do this everyday baby
What do you say? I love your pretty face baby
What do you say? I love the way you shake baby
What do you say? I love the way you taste baby

Playboi Carti – No Time Lyrics

Azlyrics

[Intro]
(Yeah)
Wake up in the mornin’ know I gotta do this shit
Ay let’s do it
(Cannon)
Yeah, hey, heyo, hey, hey yeah

[Chorus: Playboi Carti]
We ain’t got time
I drop my demons out
Where my mind
Ridin’ ’round town with a bad ass bitch
Seein’ diamonds
All these niggas they cappin’ right here
They stay lying
We ain’t got time
I drop my demons out
Where my mind
Ridin’ ’round town with a bad ass bitch
Seein’ diamonds
All these niggas they cappin’ right here
They stay lying

[Verse 1: Gunna]
Four, five, six, seven bitches keep callin’ my line
Ya cap like Mitchell and Ness lil’ nigga stop lyin’
Check, they was talkin’ ’bout lil’ ma live my life
Chop that chicken and shrimp cut in my rice
Spanish bitch come and pipe me I can make my wife (My wife)
She want new Versace, put Medusa on her eyes
Me and Cash Carti got them sisters ’bouta put ’em on a flight (Put ’em on a flight)
Diamonds in my Cartier lens
You can see ’em at night (See ’em at night)
Call Balmain, ask ’em why my jeans so tight (jeans so tight)
Trippin’ off lanes, I don’t think you really wanna ride
Guns don’t want mine on you, you not my kind
5,6,7, so many watches ain’t wastin’ my time

[Chorus: Playboi Carti]
We ain’t got time
I drop my demons out
Where my mind
Ridin’ ’round town with a bad ass bitch
Seein’ diamonds
All these niggas they cappin’ right here
They stay lying
We ain’t got time
I drop my demons out
Where my mind
Ridin’ ’round town with a bad ass bitch
Seein’ diamonds
All these niggas they cappin’ right here
They stay lying

[Verse 2: Playboi Carti]
My bitch fine
You in line
My big bank
These niggas been mine
But my diamonds keep bitin’
These hoes be bitin’
These niggas be bitin’
Wish on a bone yeah (fillet)
Got a bitch on the line right now
Say she got Molly, yeah
Sorry, I don’t do sour
A-W-G-E you know me
Cold outside I need another sleeve
Yeah, ballin’ on yo’ hoe like Kobe
Dunkin’ on yo’ hoe like no D
Bald head like Ginóbili
Piru, watch my nose bleed
That boy dead
Arm and leg
AK
Turnin’ your head, take yo bag

[Outro]
We ain’t got time
I drop my demons out
Where my mind
Ridin’ ’round town with a bad ass bitch
Seein’ diamonds
All these niggas they cappin’ right here
They stay lying
We ain’t got time
I drop my demons out
Where my mind
Ridin’ ’round town with a bad ass bitch
Seein’ diamonds
All these niggas they cappin’ right here
They stay lying

RiceGum – Fortnite N Chill (Fortnite Rap) Lyrics

Azlyrics

[Intro]
Ok (yeah)

[Verse 1]
Pull up to the crib
You got to come thru the gate (yeah)
Ion gotta pool
I take a swim in the lake (yeah)
Only 21
But they compare me to greats (yeah)
AK just like TayK
But I’m not in the race (yeah)
Hate it when you say it
When I’m not in your face (yes)
You just see my style
And you copy and paste
I can be a filter
And punch you in your face (yeah)
Or
I can be a realtor
And put you in your place (yeah, yeah)

[Chorus]
We got drinks (yeah)
We got ice (ice)
Spend the night (night)
For a night (a night)
Fuck with Rice (yeah)
Just might change your life (yeah)
I’mma kill it (geek)
Fortnite (yeah)
Fortnite (Fort)
Fortnite (oh)
I’ma kill it (uh)
Fortnite (yeah)
And she with it (yeah, yeah)
For a night (Fortnite)
I’ma kill it (I’m kill it)
Fortnite (die, die, die!)

[Verse 2]
She wanna ride with Rice (Rice)
She wanna private flight (back)
She wanna slurp the juice (woah)
She wanna stay for a night (yeah)
Clout G-A-N-G (yeet)
Make sure you spell that shit right (yeet)
I break down the trees (woah)
Tilted towers how I lean
Ooooooh
Ooooooh
I’m goin’ so far (so far)
Been in every city
Like a postcard (yeah)
Drive that fucking Bentley
Like a Go Kart (cool)
Cuban link around my neck
Look like a GOLD SCAR (yeah, yeah, yeah)

[Chorus]
We got drinks (yeah)
We got ice (ice)
Spend the night (night)
For a night (a night)
Fuck with Rice (yeah)
Just might change your life (yeah)
I’mma kill it (geek)
Fortnite (yeah)
Fortnite (Fort)
Fortnite (oh)
I’ma kill it (uh)
Fortnite (yeah)
And she with it (yeah, yeah)
For a night (Fortnite)
I’ma kill it (I’m kill it)
Fortnite (die, die, die!)

DJ ESCO – Light Show Lyrics

Azlyrics

[Intro: Future]
Tarantino with me
Lights!
YFBG, nigga
Every time we step out

[Chorus: Future]
Light show, light it up!
Light show, light it up!
Light show, light it up!
Light show, light it up!
When I step out, light show
My neck, my wrist, it’ll glow
Cartiers up to my elbows
Crushed ice, nigga, night glow
Light it up! Light show
Light it up! Light show
Light it up! Light show
Light it up! Light show
When I step out, neck glow
When I pop out, UFO
Ill rain, melee
Shoot ’em with the Draco, a AK
Light it up! Light show
Light it up! Light show
Light it up! Light show
Light it up! Light show
When I step out, light glow
Lick, froze, whoa, whoa
Wrist real cocoa
Pinky ring, white show
Light it up! Light show
Light it up! Light show
Light it up! Light show
Light it up! Light show

[Verse 1: Guap Tarantino]
My wrist mean, light show
I’m goin’ green, Geico
A murder scene, might go
Pretty thing, thot hoe
I got big rocks
I’m goin’ big clocks
I fucked up big top
She gave me big top
[?]
Taliban sold that rock
Gucci tag down to my sock
[?] J’s on top
Look like 10 big rocks
I might go fuck on my side hoe
Diamonds on my neck, that light show
Shinin’ in the dark, that night glow
[?]
Let her off the leash, she like to fight hoes
Ain’t no IDs at the night shows
[?]
Fuckin’ on the team with the [?]
[?], right toe
[?]
Real diamonds on me no light zone

[Chorus: Future]
Light show, light it up!
Light show, light it up!
Light show, light it up!
Light show, light it up!
When I step out, light show
My neck, my wrist, it’ll glow
Cartiers up to my elbows
Crushed ice, nigga, night glow
Light it up! Light show
Light it up! Light show
Light it up! Light show
Light it up! Light show
When I step out, neck glow
When I pop out, UFO
Ill rain, melee
Shoot ’em with the Draco, a AK
Light it up! Light show
Light it up! Light show
Light it up! Light show
Light it up! Light show
When I step out, light glow
Lick, froze, whoa, whoa
Wrist real cocoa
Pinky ring, white show

[Verse 2: Future]
Iced out lookin’ like a lamp, yeah
Ice on my wrist catch cramps, yeah
100 [?] on my neck
100 hitters in my clique
Young nigga pull up wit’ a stick
[?] camera roll, gotta [?]
Got a blizzard sittin’ on my wrist
I’m the wizard, everything lit
I wet the galaxy (yeah!)
That’s a fatality (yeah!)
Ice in my [drink?] (yeah!)
Boostin’ my stamina (yeah!)
Ice my ring (yeah!)
Ice my hoes (yeah!)
Wit’ kilos, (yeah!)
I wipe your nose (yeah!)
1000 karats (yeah!)
Had a bitch starin’ (yeah!)
I just be glarin’ (yeah!)
Are you comparin’? (yeah!)
Oh, this ain’t McLaren (yeah!)
My hoe and my [?] (yeah!)
I play wit’ them falcons (yeah!)
Like I play for the Falcons (yeah!)

[Chorus: Future]
Light show, light it up!
Light show, light it up!
Light show, light it up!
Light show, light it up!
When I step out, light show
My neck, my wrist, it’ll glow
Cartiers up to my elbows
Crushed ice, nigga, night glow
Light it up! Light show
Light it up! Light show
Light it up! Light show
Light it up! Light show
When I step out, neck glow
When I pop out, UFO
Ill rain, melee
Shoot ’em with the Draco, a AK
Light show
Light show
Light show
Light show
When I step out, light show
My neck, my wrist, it’ll glow
Cartiers up to my elbows
Crushed ice, nigga, night glow

Lil Pump – Gucci Gang (Remix) (feat. Gucci Mane, 21 Savage, French Montana, Bad Bunny, J Balvin & Ozuna)

Azlyrics

[Intro: 21 Savage, Lil Pump, French Montana & *Gucci Mane*]
21, Gucci gang (Lil Pump)
Savage wear a whole lot of Gucci, mane (Montana)
Savage got a whole lot of shooters, mane (brr)
Savage got shooters on the roof, mane (Gucci gang)
Savage got shooters in the booth, mane
That’s it right there, Gnealz
This nigga talkin’ crazy ’bout who, mane?
Shot him in his ear and his tooth, mane
(Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang)
Ooh, Bi-Bighead on the beat
*Guwop*
(Lil Pump, Woah)

[Chorus: Lil Pump]
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (Gucci gang)
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (Gucci gang)
Spend three racks on a new chain (yuh)
My bitch love do cocaine, ooh (ooh)
I fuck a bitch, I forgot her name (brr, yuh)
I can’t buy a bitch no wedding ring (ooh)
Rather go and buy Balmains (brr)
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (Gucci gang)
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (Gucci gang)
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (Gucci gang)
Spend three racks on a new chain (huh?)
My bitch love do cocaine, ooh (brr)
I fuck a bitch, I forgot her name, yuh (yuh, yuh)
I can’t buy no bitch no wedding ring, ooh (nope)
Rather go and buy Balmains, ayy (brr)
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (Gucci gang)

[Verse 1: Gucci Mane]
Lil Pump
Call me El Gato Guwop or Mustafa the 3rd
Back in the day they was callin’ me Ray
Run with the yay, drum on the K
Fuck with Lil Pump, you get shot in the face
Gucci the gang so we watchin’ the snakes (Gucci)
Made me eight mil’ so I bought her a Wraith (mwah)
Two shows in a day, brick on the plate
L.A. to the A then it’s back to the Bay
Gucci gang, eskimo, froze like the North Pole (brr)
Jumpin’ out the whip just to pose in my Gucci robe (Wop)
Woke up in [?], Bam Bam Bigelow
Gucci Mane a jiggalo, diamonds in my Figaro
Oh you know what, bro? I ain’t even know
Walkin’ out the Gucci store, ’bout to spend a hundred so
Lil’ bitty bitch, got a big booty though
She a dancer but a grade A student though
Pump went to Harvard, well fuck it, I’m goin’ to Yale (Wop)
Free Meek Mill, free all my niggas in jail
Gucci to death, I’m really a gang by myself (Gucci gang)
Feelin’ myself, tuck in my shirt, show off my belt (it’s Gucci)

[Chorus: Lil Pump]
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (Gucci gang)
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (Gucci gang)
Spend three racks on a new chain (huh?)
My bitch love do cocaine, ooh (brr)
I fuck a bitch, I forgot her name, yuh (yuh, yuh)
I can’t buy no bitch no wedding ring, ooh (nope)
Rather go and buy Balmains, ayy (brr)
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (Gucci gang)

[Verse 2: Bad Bunny]
Serpiente’ de cascabele’
Cabrón, hay nivele’
Gucci, Gucci, tú me has visto en la tele, ah
Ya no son seta’, son L, ah
Con este phillie ya van dos (dos)
Me tiran tos’ los bandos (prr)
Y ya to’ el mundo chingando, ya me siento en Bang Bros (¡uh!)
Yeah, están pa’ los tiempo’ y latarle lo’ Dickies (Dickies)
Tu jeva llama pa’ Krippy (Krippy)
Bellaca me pide un Whisky (Whisky, Whisky)
Yeah, el sushi se come con palo’ Supreme
A la cama le agotamo’ el spring
No sea’ chota, no me tires screenshot
Capsuleando en el tapón (¡heh!)
Gucci Gang y a veces Louis Vuitton
Ando en las Mercedes por si quieres pon
Siempre flow Biggie con el bastón
Dímelo, Lil Pump (yeah)
La cartera con la’ avispa’ (prr)
La Uzi que bota chispa, brr
Y otro se fue de la lista
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang, yeah
Tengo una nota cabrona, yeah
Dios proteja mis neuronas, ah
Chingando por Barcelona, wuh
Blanquita pero culona
El bicho me lo lesiona
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang, uh

[Chorus: Lil Pump]
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (Gucci gang)
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (Gucci gang)
Spend three racks on a new chain (huh?)
My bitch love do cocaine, ooh (brr)
I fuck a bitch, I forgot her name, yuh (yuh, yuh)
I can’t buy no bitch no wedding ring, ooh (nope)
Rather go and buy Balmains, ayy (brr)
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (Gucci gang)

[Verse 3: 21 Savage]
Gucci gang, Louis gang, Fendi gang
Savage wear a whole lot of mothafuckin’ anything
Fuck a wedding ring, side bitch, main bitch
Your bitch, his bitch, Savage fuckin’ everything
Got a snake on my collar, I ain’t rockin’ no diamonds
Y’all lil’ niggas poppin’, that’s chump change
Got an FN and a Draco
But I still fucked around and hit him with the lil’ pump, mane
I Saint Laurent my garments, lil’ bitch, pardon me
You still stay with your mama, lil’ bitch, pardon me
I run through the money like it grow on trees
You can’t afford new hair, you like to hold on weave
Double cup red, huh, just to match my ‘Rari, huh
I don’t even drive it, spent a quarter just to park it
Gucci on my daughter, and she still a toddler
She can barely talk but she know that her dad a baller

[Chorus: Lil Pump]
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (Gucci gang)
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (Gucci gang)
Spend three racks on a new chain (huh?)
My bitch love do cocaine, ooh (brr)
I fuck a bitch, I forgot her name, yuh (yuh, yuh)
I can’t buy no bitch no wedding ring, ooh (nope)
Rather go and buy Balmains, ayy (brr)
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (Gucci gang)

[Verse 4: J Balvin]
Desde Medellín a Milano (Milano)
Botella de champaña en mi mano (en mi mano)
A veces hasta perdiendo gano
Si yo estoy ahí, tú estás segundo plano (plano, plano)
No juego fútbol (wuh)
Pero llego a Madrid, me recibe Cristiano (Cristiano)
Fui el artista de Obama este año y eso que en verdad no soy ni Americano (wuh)
Del Maybach pa’l avión, se siente cabrón
Cobrar pa’ mí ya es diversión (ching)
Gucci el pantalón
Y si quiere’ un auspicio háblame de un millón (millo’)
Dinero como un talibán (ah)
Yo no sé a qué banco es que ustedes van (ping)
Quieren comprar pero no les da
Si no tienes todo Gucci no eres Gucci gang (gang)
Tantas modelo’ que ya parezco una revista (yeh)
Tú dándole like y yo que estaba bloqueándola del Insta (‘tá bloquea’, wuh, wuh)
Solamente se realista (‘tamo’ claro’)
Tú no eres Gucci gang aunque de Gucci te vista’ (hahaha)

[Chorus: Lil Pump]
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (Gucci gang)
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (Gucci gang)
Spend three racks on a new chain (huh?)
My bitch love do cocaine, ooh (brr)
I fuck a bitch, I forgot her name, yuh (yuh, yuh)
I can’t buy no bitch no wedding ring, ooh (nope)
Rather go and buy Balmains, ayy (brr)
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (Gucci gang)

[Verse 5: French Montana]
Haaan, Montana!
Got a lil’ pump under the Gucci, mane, ayy
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang, ayy (Gucci gang)
Was yellin’ "Ha" way before Juvi’, mane (ayy, ayy)
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang, ayy
Gucci gang, Gucci gang
Kufi gang, diamonds all blue like Hoover gang
Nipsey, Snoop and them
Gucci gang, boomerang, made the block hot
Came through, went popped down south of Gucci Mane
French had the franchise
With a Franchize Boyz white tee, you ain’t like me (haaan)
Nah, you ain’t like me
You ride the wave, you ain’t like me
Cop some chains, you ain’t like me
Made a hook, you ain’t like me
Bills ain’t bills, a nigga like me
Before the Gucci gang was the Gucci Mane (Mane)
Couldn’t see my life through a Gucci frame (frame)
Seven pills, Act’ in my system (huh)
They gave Max life in the system (huh)
Servin’ raw like sushi gang (huh)
Throw you off a Wyclef like Fugee gang (woo)

[Chorus: Lil Pump]
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (Gucci gang)
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (Gucci gang)
Spend three racks on a new chain (huh?)
My bitch love do cocaine, ooh (brr)
I fuck a bitch, I forgot her name, yuh (yuh, yuh)
I can’t buy no bitch no wedding ring, ooh (nope)
Rather go and buy Balmains, ayy (brr)
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (Gucci gang)

[Verse 6: Ozuna]
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang
La corta la guardo en el M6, sí
Te la pongo en la cara como Scarface
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang
Yo nunca le bajo, pa’ ustedes no hay break
Y con el AK te hacemo’ el fade
‘Pecialista ‘e Gucci te lo manda
Y hay un par de loco’ que hay que darle una parranda
Yo no tengo, dicen que ello’ mandan
Pero me ven de frente y se me ablandan
Porque tú puede’ frontear lo que tú quiera’
Hasta los panas míos visten Gucci y ella ‘entro ‘e la nevera
Viste cuando optó por la escalera
Tú le preguntaste y te dijeron "El sonido ‘e la disquera"
Gucci gang, lo mío es pa’lante, nunca se van
Dos cincuenta el Richard Mille, la cubana en diamond
Que me vieron las babies y se mojan’
Yo les canto bonito y se quedan deselegán’
Porque saben qué
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang, eh
La corta la guardo en el M6
Te la pongo en la cara como Scarface
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang
Yo nunca le bajo, pa’ ustedes no hay break
Y con el AK te hacemo’ el fade

[Chorus: Lil Pump]
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (Gucci gang)
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (Gucci gang)
Spend three racks on a new chain (huh?)
My bitch love do cocaine, ooh (brr)
I fuck a bitch, I forgot her name, yuh (yuh, yuh)
I can’t buy no bitch no wedding ring, ooh (nope)
Rather go and buy Balmains, ayy (brr)
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (Gucci gang)
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (Gucci gang)
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (Gucci gang)
Spend three racks on a new chain (huh?)
My bitch love do cocaine, ooh (brr)
I fuck a bitch, I forgot her name, yuh (yuh, yuh)
I can’t buy no bitch no wedding ring, ooh (nope)
Rather go and buy Balmains, ayy (brr)
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (Gucci gang)

Migos – Narcos lyrics

Azlyrics

[Chorus: Offset and Quavo]
Trapping like a narco (narco)
Got dope like Pablo (Pablo)
Cut your throat like Pavlo (Pavlo)
Chop trees with the Draco (Draco)
On the North, got the Ye (Go)
Saying Hasta luego (luego)
We rep the kilos
Snub nose with potatoes
Straight out the jungle
This real rap, no mumble
My skin black like mamba
Got stash boxes in Honduras
Straight out the jungle

[Verse 1: Quavo]
Bricks in the brick house
Use to hit licks and go to momma house (momma)
Straight out the jungle
Young nigga don’t know right now
Young nigga know too much now
Bow Bow Bow, that’ll slow them down
We pick up the hundos
Then drop them off to Huncho
I came from the bando

[Chorus: Offset and Quavo]
Trapping like a narco (narco)
Got dope like Pablo (Pablo)
Cut your throat like Pavlo (Pavlo)
Chop trees with the Draco (Draco)
On the North, got the Ye (Go)
Saying Hasta luego (luego)
We rep the kilos
Snub nose with potatoes
Straight out the jungle
This real rap, no mumble
My skin black like mamba
Got stash boxes in Honduras
Straight out the jungle

[Verse 2: Offset]
Cold gang with the cocaine
The more money make more rain
Pouring up a pint while I’m bagging propane
Point blank range give a nigga nose rings
Skip to my lou with a pack in the cat
Shiffy, Lou, where the bricks where they at
Trippy, ooze the patek all wet
The birds in the trap they ain’t leavin’ out they nest
Get, [?] like meth
Yup, runnin’ with the pack got slapped
Hands in the cookie jar, cut his finger off
Nigga bein’ greedy we gon’ cut his tummy out
Hundred bricks on the roads, took a couple routes
Plus momma’s house heard with a finny count
I ain’t really with the razzle dazzle
Knock him off and then I throw him off the rope paddle
Go to Tiajuana, put a kilo on the saddle
Sack him, hit a nigga carbon pterodactyl
Pap him, choppa piped down like an apple
Mansion with the AK with the horses and the cattle

[Chorus: Offset and Quavo]
Trapping like a narco (narco)
Got dope like Pablo (Pablo)
Cut your throat like Pavlo (Pavlo)
Chop trees with the Draco (Draco)
On the North, got the Ye (Go)
Saying Hasta luego (luego)
We rep the kilos
Snub nose with potatoes
Straight out the jungle
This real rap, no mumble
My skin black like mamba
Got stash boxes in Honduras
Straight out the jungle

[Verse 3: Takeoff]
Take-Takeoff
No monkey in the jungle, block hot like a sauna
Watchin [?] trying to weave with anacondas
Jumpin’ in the water, trying to sneak across the waterglass
[?] got me beat by a [?]
I’ll bag it, bag a money, know I gotta have it
Savage, but I’m still a gentleman in Cali
Static, nigga turn to [?] ’bout the cabbage
Kill his whole family if he run off with your package
I just put a pack on the way to Bogota (pack)
Poke his eyes out, ain’t no telling what he saw (poke ’em out)
I’ma wire his jaw, I don’t know if he will talk (wire jaw)
Get the chainsaw and I’ma saw his legs off (saw)
They knew that we was gang but they saying that we a ring
Investigating, taking pictures of the whole team (DEA)
Undercover, tryna do a sting
10 mil on a plane, going straight to Medellin

[Chorus: Offset and Quavo]
Trapping like a narco (narco)
Got dope like Pablo (Pablo)
Cut your throat like Pavlo (Pavlo)
Chop trees with the Draco (Draco)
On the North, got the Ye (Go)
Saying Hasta luego (luego)
We rep the kilos
Snub nose with potatoes
Straight out the jungle
This real rap, no mumble
My skin black like mamba
Got stash boxes in Honduras
Straight out the jungle

NF – No Name

Azlyrics

[Verse]
Look, people ask me what the future is
All I know is I’ll be doin’ this
All I know is things are moving quick
That’s convenient for me ’cause that’s how I live
Now they see me out here movin’ up
You don’t like me, that makes two of us
Time change, yeah, I can’t adjust
Yo, it’s who you are not who you was, oh my
Yeah, just went to Europe, they said the single is working
I think I’m learning, I am way more than what people might think when they look on the surface
What is my purpose? Yeah
That is a question that I have been asking myself and it hurts
‘Cause it’s prolly something I should already know but I don’t know it yet, I’m tryna grow as a person, woo!
I’m sick of people tellin’ people I’m here ’cause of marketing dollars, oh
You think that everything is gonna blow just ’cause you market it harder? No
I got my hands in everything, now they out here tryna get to me
Stop tryna lecture me
You don’t compare to my level of thinking, so why do you think you compare to my energy, huh?
Small circle, but the number’s growin’
Fame called me, I’m like, "How you doin’?"
Hung up on him, I ain’t ready for it
I’ll get back to that when I make album four
Less talking, I’ve been workin’ more
Better me is what I’m workin’ towards
Y’all judgin’, but we not in court, no, we not in court, oh Lord!
Last couple years, let’s recap
I make a livin’ off of writin’ out my regrets
I’m doin’ me, I don’t care where the scene’s at
Try to give me feedback, I don’t really need that
I used to walk on stage in a V-neck
I used to wear a lil’ tie with a black vest
I came a long way, why you lookin’ upset?
I’m tryna paint a picture, get the vision, you ain’t hear it yet, woo!
Look, hold up, hold up, wait a minute, please
Flow’s switchin’, I got ADD
Brain scatters when you play the beat
It don’t matter what you say to me
I’ll be doin’ this at 83
I’ve been doin’ this since ABC’s
In the major leagues doin’ major things, don’t play with me, woo!
I’m livin’ life in the fast lane
Wake up every morning thinkin’ I’ma have a bad day
Drive my own car, I don’t like the valet
Parked, then I go into my mind with an AK
Shoot every thought in my head then it rotates
Losin’ it all, but I think that I’m okay
Who is involved? I don’t know, but I’m insane
Poof! And I’m gone, wanna call me a no name, what!?
I’m prolly not what you thought
I’m prolly not what you thought
I used to judge everybody that wasn’t like me ’til I learned it was wrong
Girl told me I should get it together and get out the dark
I’m tryna give her my heart
That’s when I sit in my car, writin’ for hours until I can barely talk
I mean, where do I start?
Feels like I’m fallin’ apart
Act like my image is hard
I always put up my guard
Even when talkin’ to God
Sit in my room and I plot
Everything that I’m not
Comes out in the music I jot
I give it all that I got
I give it all that I got!
I’m tryna think out the box, no!
Yeah, I got people standing outside a bus screaming my name
I don’t come out and take pictures, they tell me I changed
I don’t smile in VIPs, you get mad like, "You know what I paid?"
Guess I don’t know what to say
Guess I don’t know what to say
I leave it all on the stage
I leave it all on the stage

Young Dolph – Drippy Lyrics

Azlyrics


(Intro)
Ayy!
Real drippy right now

(Chorus)
Lil mama got ass for days, and I got cash for days
That fake sh*t, I can’t relate
Hate, I see it all over his face
Yeah I got racks in the safe
Yeah I’m f**kin’ on your bae
Never keep dope where you lay
Keep a draco or an AK
Drippy (drippy), drippy (drip), drippy (drip), drippy (swag)
Drippy (drip), drippy (drip), drippy (drip), drippy (swag)
Drippy (drippy), drippy (drip), drippy (drip), drippy (drip)
Drippy (swag), drippy (drip), drippy (swag), drippy (drip), drip

(Verse 1)

(Chorus)
Lil mama got ass for days, and I got cash for days
That fake sh*t, I can’t relate
Hate, I see it all over his face
Yeah I got racks in the safe
Yeah I’m f**kin’ on your bae
Never keep dope where you lay
Keep a draco or an AK
Drippy (drippy), drippy (drip), drippy (drip), drippy (swag)
Drippy (drip), drippy (drip), drippy (drip), drippy (swag)
Drippy (drippy), drippy (drip), drippy (drip), drippy (drip)
Drippy (swag), drippy (drip), drippy (swag), drippy (drip), drip

(Chorus)
Lil mama got ass for days, and I got cash for days
That fake sh*t, I can’t relate
Hate, I see it all over his face
Yeah I got racks in the safe
Yeah I’m f**kin’ on your bae
Never keep dope where you lay
Keep a draco or an AK
Drippy (drippy), drippy (drip), drippy (drip), drippy (swag)
Drippy (drip), drippy (drip), drippy (drip), drippy (swag)
Drippy (drippy), drippy (drip), drippy (drip), drippy (drip)
Drippy (swag), drippy (drip), drippy (swag), drippy (drip), drip

The Underachievers – Gotham Nights

Azlyrics

[Intro]
You a dead mothafucka
Let me tell you somethin’, get ready mothafucka
Because the day of reckoning is coming

[Verse 1: Solace]
In this Cold World
Ain’t no pun intended to J. Cole
But wage war to win that can make a nigga complacent
Keep the movement goin’ or continue wishin’ like changed thoughts
Thought up a corporation to combat media stations
Stay calm, emotions will break nigga from stayin’ strong
Still figurin’ out the pace to walk around these land bombs
Takin’ charge, battery power to put the flame sword
Torturin’ up whoever gon’ stand in front of the savior
Rectifying everything niggas be having caged up
Open up the door to perception in different layers
Makin’ critical thinkers from children stuck in there ways huh
Inflatin’ niggas ego who shriveled up like they rais-uhns
You need your ego to walk on this earth
God equipped you with everything that you needed since given birth
You ain’t got nothing inside of your makeup that shit ain’t work
In this world niggas is born with their names all on a hearse
I’m moving just like the pope
Evolve with the faster growth
They livin’ like animals
But masters don’t bang with those
I’m focus on packin’ these shows
And building infinite capital
Instead of thinkin’ about catchin’ hoes im figurin’ out ways to wrap the globe
Around my fingers. Keep the god away from all these sinners
I’m a little different niggas be wonderin’ why im distant
Cause the goat a finna be the one person that gon’ be snitchin’
So i keep my eyes open and guard the circle of winners

[Hook: Solace]
My niggas know
Heaven inside your soul
Keep me segregated from haters we just oppose
I just oppose all the glitter and gold
Will make a nigga think that he livin’ til he expose
My niggas know
Heaven inside your soul
Keep me segregated from haters we just oppose
I just oppose all the glitter and gold
Will make a nigga think that he livin’ til he expose

[Interlude: AKTHESAVIOR]
Step up and confine walls
Shout out to yola
Doe though sometimes i feel the same, right here and out doors
Praises to the up most
Only pray, when pain is up close
Every generation, ain’t no patience, it’s just gun smoke

[Verse 2: AKTHESAVIOR]
We oxymorons because we dumb woke
Crispen up the fronto
Don’t need no other drug dose, we done those
She done doe, AK can switch it up and niggas want more
Like car shows. My flow accels, propel above your Bronco
Mayatose, I’m always about my cheddar like I’m Donatello
Even better spendin’ no pretenders that ain’t in my blend’in
Contender heads get severed no one stoppin’ my endeavors
Gotta watch the snakes they slither, summer nights get cold like winter
Get up off me nigga, it’s bad enough to cross me
I’m mutant offspring and your ex-man be an offerin’
She get exhaust, still the freshest ya’ll niggas Carltons
Ya’ll do the wrong thing, Spike Lee, he never talkin’
To be haunting trap my body can’t steal my mind
Beat the signs, know we golly how we design
Only we define our reality through our minds
I don’t feed off lies, GMO’s can end your life
But I’m a Gemini I come back twice
I’m just like christ
My conscious took a one night trip
I bring you light
You wife a bitch i one night with
Your brain ain’t right
Sometimes you gotta feel the pain to know what’s nice, uh

[Hook]
My niggas know
Heaven inside your soul
Keep me segregated from haters we just oppose
I just oppose all the glitter and gold
Will make a nigga think that he livin’ til he expose
My niggas know
Heaven inside your soul
Keep me segregated from haters we just oppose
I just oppose all the glitter and gold
Will make a nigga think that he livin’ til he expose

Starlito & Don Trip – Untitled No Hook

Azlyrics

[Verse 1: Starlito]
I lost what was left to lose
Privacy, sanity, thirty day spent about 90Gs gambling
Grind like I’m famished
Still ride with them hammers
Try to understand me
Man I’m just tryna provide for my family
My lil cousin in college she need tuition and books
The niggas you hustle with probably won’t even put shit on your books
That’s why I move different like bishops and rooks
Keep a tool with me I’m cool with being misunderstood
I got street credit and I’m also rich in the hood
But you can keep that and I traded my OG status
I just wanna be happy fuck around with these rappers
They just selling dreams you get a syrup and a weed happy
Endured a loss just keep stacking, stashing for a rainy day
Strapped when I’m in traffic
And I ain’t playing just like a rain delay
War torn from the game I ain’t ashamed but I remain this way
Learn from all my pain because it’s lame to make the same mistakes
‘Lito

[Interlude: Starlito]
I mean we don’t have
Like we’re not so similar like
There people like I mean we have different habits
We have different ways of doing things
But when you put us in the room with a mic and a console
You know it’s clock work
So I think with that film that was the other thing
Like those guys play by their own rules
And they did what made sense to them
And that was the strength of their bond
Lito

[Verse 2: Don Trip]
You know you can count on me like a mathematician
If it’s ’bout cash I’m with it, I never slack to get it
Long as my casket empty
Niggas say my name in one of his raps I’m ready to slap ’em silly
I got a clapper with me
And it got a back up with it, that got a back up with it
Three hour drive to Nashville
Stop at Prince’s to grab a chicken
Then it’s back to Memphis
By the way my name ring bells like class dismissal
Bitch I ball hard you don’t believe me?
Ask a catcher’s mitten
Betting against us is like hitting a strip club
Searching for classy women
Meanwhile I’m flier than a flight attendant
But still not high as God intended
Smallest giant, largest weapon
223 if the odds against me
Momma ain’t raise no punk
Disagree with me thats ’til I raise this pump
I can come back everyday and not have to reload
But ain’t enough days in a month
Third time hearing bout a raid this month
Make a nigga proud ain’t still in the cut
I remember riding low key on pins and needles
For all this hay in the truck
And I got a baby AK in the front
I’m strapped up, I’m strapped in
Got road rage on the road to riches
To city near you for my backend