Young Thug – Never Go Broke Lyrics



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[Intro]
Thugga, Muhfucka, heeey
Sound like some SS3 shit, ya digg
Free the goat you know what im saying
Free Roscoe!
Yak Gotti

[Verse 1]
Slatt, Gotti, Gotti, Gotti
Free Slatt Slatt Yak Gotti
If you know him you know he had a fucking timb
I miss you you gon make me cry a river (heey, yeah)
I want all these niggas gone
I want all of them come on home
I miss em and im so lonely
Free all the homies
Spend me some bands spend me some racks
Spend me some fetti guap cash spend me them bands
Nut in their hand go get a rag
I just blowed the bag on her didn’t wanna plan
If you will it just stick to em Stay turned lets go get to them
Fuck them haiti baby baby act like you ain’t shit to them
They only wanna come around you you better nog get shit to em
They only wanna come and use you and act like you kin to em
My momma didn’t hate my daddy didn’t raise ya hey
They know that im hot i need a fan-tasia
Right now im on top i look at your plan later
They know that im so not basic im not their cables

[Hook]
Im like I, I, I, I, I, I, I, I, I pray to god that
I, I, I, I, I save your life I, I, I, I, I pray to god that i never go broke
I, I dont wanna see nothing bout being broke
I swear to god forget my sins i dont want broke
I might just go to prison for im getting broke no joke no joke

[Verse 2]
B-R-O-K-E i dont wanna see that not ever ever oh no
And i know i sound like a brat and im not no brat but when you rich you act like that
They wan kill me but all of them rich niggas they feel me
But he gon kill me cause i take care every motherfucker around me
And they bill every monthly every year never bought they KennColes from good year i put ice on they neck and i pebble all of their lil ears this bitch so bad i won’t no trojan i made her rub me with this lotion take some from my bitch just to be an explosion and if you ain’t knew it now you know it

[Hook]
Im like I, I, I, I, I, I, I, I, I pray to god that
I, I, I, I, I, I, I, I, I, I pray to god that i never go broke
I, I dont wanna see nothing bout being broke
I swear to god forget my sins i dont want broke
I might just go to prison for im getting broke no joke no joke
I won’t be broke 25x be broke broke broke i won’t be broke broke broke i won’t be broke broke broke i can’t spell broke broke broke no these not broke broke broke my rollie broke broke broke iced out his bro bro bro yeah yeah my dawg changed yo

[Verse 3]
And he’s iced out you can not get it if you broke and you cannot
You can’t run out of the spot nigga got Glocks yaaay
They got them sticks to send your ass way up to the moon
Rich lifestyle no broom fly Peter Pan in the room yeah
Free my nigga Gucci to hey Louboutaly Lucci woochie
I wan get ya bitch and get that coochie coochie
I just wanna get your daddy do em do em
I just wanna catch a small glue do it to em to em leave em fuck em broke soon smoke em leave em dead yeah bloody rack jack
Im on slauson for no reason with a spank yeah
We gon die bout this shit hey hey hey
Diamonds brazy diamonds fighting go to war imma buy that bitch lil boy ride that bitches like a bed up to the porsche
Put that bitch inside a 2000 car put that bitch inside a car with my big bro hey hey
Told em bring that bitch right back when it get dangerous
And i won’t dime with that bitch she owe me fund yeah
Or she could just bring me back my funds yeah
Ain’t no pussy nigga baby ain’t the one
Freestyle than geek nigga roll a bunch off pot and smoke some weed nigga
Private party at the the yo with 20 freaks nigga
Old lady straight G fly as a seagull nigga yeah
I got forty Thousand Adidas nigga
Evil i only just fuck the evil nigga
She gon drop them bitches like a beatle nigga yay

[Outro]
Rolling, SS3, on the way
Ah, ah, ah, ah, yeah



Reh Dogg – Save Family And Friend lyrics



(Intro)
Yo
OG back up in this bitch
Yeah
Yall hear me
Yo

(Verse)
Been doing this shit before you were born
Millennials need to remain calm yo
Yall sagging yall pants you need to look up the history
It came out from the jailhouse
Sagged your pants to show you want some dick
Yeah they pulled a train you asked for it
Now you scream to the warden bitch I was raped
In prison there’s no escape yo yall wearing tight skinny jeans
Looking like a LGBT queen transgender I don’t mean to be mean
But Lord tell me why please this sort of thing makes God cry
Social media live long yeah not for long
Cause yall falling off too far yall niggas take this shit too far
Look at some of these rappers out there yeah motherfucking queers

(Chorus) 2 times
Look at what this world’s gone through
Transgender and fems are the trend
God I know this world will end
Save a family and a friend

(Verse)
Started rapping in 99 developed my skills over time
Smooth like a vintage wine I’m here to stay so yall niggas don’t even waste my time
DMV in Cali yo it stands for Department of Mexican Voting
No I’m not racists I’m just telling you how it is and it is what it is
God is not dead to man but man is dead to God yeah
Don’t believe me then it’s certainly not for you to tell me anything
Haiti is a poor country some call it a shithole it’s not like it’s a known fact
Vacation there nigga you won’t come back

(Chorus) 2 times
Look at what this world’s gone through
Transgender and fems are the trend
God I know this world will end
Save a family and a friend

(Verse)
We can do the same rage don’t make me get savage
Lock you up in a cage not down with BLM I’m down with ALM
If you meant to visit planned parenthood kill many black in their neighborhood
Abortions rate for blacks are very high don’t believe me look up stats and tell me why
Some of yall are down with BBW not me I’m down with BTW across the southern border
What do I mean build the motherfucking wall bitch

(Chorus) 2 times
Look at what this world’s gone through
Transgender and fems are the trend
God I know this world will end
Save a family and a friend

Action Bronson – The Chairman’s Intent (At Webster Hall) (Live)

[Intro]
Yeah
Yeah yeah, ah
Ah-ha
It’s me, yeah

[Verse 1]
Yo, these sixteen bars cost sixteen cars
Kiss these balls, bitch, we stars
Fuck that shit, you ain’t hot like Prince
You got little shine, but not like this
Time crumbles when the jet black M5 rumbles
All from what I did last summer?
But motherfuckers forget
Till I’m back up on the set
Every motherfucking jump shot wet
Same outfit every day like a cartoon (that’s me!)
Uh, they’ll never find you in a shark suit
And there will never be a part two
Shit, you’re looking at some motherfucking art, boo

[Verse 2]
Two pumps from the inhaler got me feeling like Morris Taylor
Two kisses on the cheek for my tailor
I got the soul of an Amazon Healer
Better be sure to put them cameras on
Turn dreams into real shit
Yeah, I might be sick
Sitting cross-eyed, I’m likely lit
Draw blood, I’m already made
But little man will cut your face like wedding cake

[Chorus]
You don’t even know me
You don’t even know me
You don’t even know me
You don’t even know me

[Bridge]
Switch a maze on these bitches like, whoop
Switch a maze on these bitches like, whoop
Watch the fifth wheel fall
From this top floor view, I can see it all
Yeah, man
From this top floor view, I can see it all

[Verse 3]
Uh, I started clapping when the chef brought the duck to the table
Uh, that shit was shining like an angel
I never trust a dude named ‘Angel’
Long sleeved 4/5th’s, turn them into an angel
Sky opened up and down came me
Young AB, flowing in a Jag from the 80s
Tanned like I just left Haiti
Looking like I had mad plastic surgery
They turned Bam Bam Chinese
And that’s fine by me
Shit, I need some time to realign my Chi
So bitch please pass that [?]
Before I get upset. homie

[Chorus]
You don’t even know me
You don’t even know me
You don’t even know me
You don’t even know me

Summer – TastyTreat lyrics

Lyrics Tastytreat – Summer

This feel like 32 with the boo
Crush sippin’ red and blue
Slush till my brain freeze
This feel like barbecue
Party, pools, Uncles who
Say it’s way hotter out in Haiti
It smells like sugar-coated memories
No pictures please, eyes remember in HD
It tastes like sweat dripping
Drunk kisses, smudged lipstick
Dumb water fights gone crazy.(summer)

Booty shorts
Bikini tops
Feel the thirst
It’s really hot
Fan myself
Milly rock
Pray a little wind bless up the city block
Good girls
Pretty flock
They want bad boys so we diddy bop
Making Bands
Silly gwop
Having fun nonstop, No.

Summer don’t leave
Summer don’t go
f*ck back to school I don’t study no mo
Montreal winters just f*ckin too cold
Too snowy, too cold, no
Summer don’t leave
Summer don’t go
f*ck back to school I don’t study no mo
Montreal winters just f*ckin too cold
Too snowy, too cold, no
Summer don’t leave.

Summeeer don’t you leave me, don’t you say you’ll leave me baby. (x4)

Summeeer juice
Marinate
When life gives forbidden fruit, make some lemonade
Enjoy your youth
Celebrate
Shades on, still ain’t seen no better days.

Let’s take advantage of the heat while the sun is close
Beach sippin’ rhum & coke, speech, here’s another toast
Let’s pray the weather stays forever like the the other coast
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Southern folks
f*ckin joke
Love to hope.

Summeeer don’t leave
Summeeer don’t go
f*ck back to school I don’t study no mo
Montreal winters just f*ckin too cold
Too snowy, too cold, no
Summeeer don’t leave
Summeeer don’t go
f*ck back to school I don’t study no mo
Montreal winters just f*ckin too cold
Too snowy, too cold, no
Summeeer don’t leave.

Summeeer don’t you leave me, don’t you say you’ll leave me babyyy. (x4)
Tastytreat lyrics
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YFN Lucci – Heartless (feat. Rick Ross & Bigga Rankin)

[Intro: YFN Lucci]
Growin’ up, my mama explained the difference between fame and notoriety
See fame is when people know you
Notoriety is when people know your work
And notoriety leave a legacy
When they talk about us
When they talk about big arrangements
When they talkin’ ’bout Lucci
When they talkin’ ’bout TIG
Some will hate, some will cheer
All will know one thing
My nigga Nut, we came and changed the music biz forever

[Chorus: YFN Lucci]
Lately I been chasin’ paper, chasin’ guap, yeah, yeah
Lately I been feelin’ like fuck a hater, fuck a cop, yeah, yeah
I swear lately I been heartless, heartless, heatless, heartless, yeah
I swear lately I been heartless, heartless, heartless, heartless, yeah

[Verse 1: YFN Lucci]
Oh hell nah, ain’t no pressure ’bout no beef, we gon’ air shit out
I got your bitch and she tellin’ me all your where about’s
Loadin’ this K, I can’t wait to go and spray one out
Uh-huh, I been hustlin’ all day tryna get that cake up out it
All day, all day, I been ridin’ it with it all day
It ain got no safe, it ain’t got no safe, ayy
Y’all niggas play it safe, we gon; hit your safe, ayy
I got niggas in MIA and they’ll hit your face
Uh, uh , I been a thug all my life, wanted a plug all my life
We had to move around with them pipes, we had to shoot it out some nights
Ain’t no pressure ’bout no beef, know we love dinner
Fuck nigga, don’t make me put a slug in ’em

[Chorus: YFN Lucci]
Lately I been chasin’ paper, chasin’ guap, yeah, yeah
Lately I been feelin’ like fuck a hater, fuck a cop, yeah, yeah
I swear lately I been heartless, heartless, heatless, heartless, yeah
I swear lately I been heartless, heartless, heartless, heartless, yeah

[Verse 2: Rick Ross]
We located and got a bigger palace on the water
Pull up to club, I toss valet a couple hunnid
Women in abundance, I got to fuck ’em by appointments
Pray that bundle come from Haiti, I’ma give you what you wanted
I fucked her in the park, now we fuckin’ on the jet
You fuckin’ with my squad, I’ma put that shit to rest
Studied all these niggas ;cause this life is just a test
I need my hunnit million, you can’t tell me nothing less
They gave my nigga 10 the lawyer, say he did the best
These streets ain’t where you wanna be and Rozay told you that
The only natural talent niggas had was being violent
If a nigga take my life, I pray he see me smilin’, boss

[Chorus: YFN Lucci]
Lately I been chasin’ paper, chasin’ guap, yeah, yeah
Lately I been feelin’ like fuck a hater, fuck a cop, yeah, yeah
I swear lately I been heartless, heartless, heatless, heartless, yeah
I swear lately I been heartless, heartless, heartless, heartless, yeah

Wyclef Jean – The Ring (J’ouvert Deluxe Edition Album)

[Intro]
It’s been 7 years, man. I left at the height of my career, man and I’m coming back. It’s like I’m starting all over again. It don’t matter what I did before, man. This the music business, man. You’re only as hot as your last hit. Everybody like, "Yo, can he get another ring?"

[Hook]
100 million records, all the work I put in
All they wanna know is will I get another ring, yeah
Will I get another win
All they wanna know is will I get another ring

[Verse 2]
The smile in my face, behind my back, they hate us
But like Bernie Mac said, I ain’t scared of you motherfuckers
Little Haiti to Sicily, Big Pun, he was a friend to me
Fat Joe, he called me literally, put me on a track instantly
Caribbean connection put me all the way up
What goes up must go down, so Thugga picked me up
Ay, that’s what I call that street cred
Take your chance in the lobby, you gon’ meet those old dreads
Chef [?], me and Khaled go back
So far back, boy shottas, man, he had a 6 pack
And I’m back on the tribe on a quest to go harder
So hard, you gon’ think I’m all 3 Carters
Why haters wanna doubt that I’m Luke with the Force
Man, they kids got the scores, screamin’ too much hot sauce

[Hook]
100 million records, all the work I put in
All they wanna know is will I get another ring, yeah
Will I get another win
All they wanna know is will I get another ring

[Verse 2]
A And the A stand for Alpha and Omega
B And the B stand for Bury You, that’s what I’m known to do to rappers
C C stands for Chance, once you take, regard your shit
DEF, is the squad, boy, read my lips
GH, General from Haiti, make my day
I stood in my jeans, in front of that ‘K’
And for me to take a L, it’s gon’ take MN
What’s that? Mother Nature with them strong winds
And oh, my Peace Productions like the Q
As in Quincy when he did that Thriller, Michael Jackson blew
And this is who we are, STU
Abbreviation for the studio, I kill it in the booth
And the V, be very careful when you watchin’ shottas
The W could turn to her and that’s murder for hire
By the window, light X, don’t ask why
I ain’t takin’ no Zs ’cause the clan’s outside

[Hook]
100 million records, all the work I put in
All they wanna know is will I get another ring, yeah
Will I get another win
All they wanna know is will I get another ring

[Verse 3]
Bean me up Scottie, I’m on that antidote
That Broccoli D.R.A.M gave me got me movin’ slow mo’
This big, I’m countin’ my blessings like I’m Sean
See the Future with my Jimmy Hendrix shades on
Haters wanna doubt and thought that I forgot my scales
That’s like I am Mike forgettin’ he trainin’ [?]
Vic hit me on the Jag, told me he mad
Wiz Khalifa paper plane’ll have you feel glad

[Hook]
100 million records, all the work I put in
All they wanna know is will I get another ring, yeah
Do I rap or will I sing?
All they wanna know is will I get another ring
Oh, I’ma get another ring
Oh, I’ma get another ring
From my mouth to God, aye
We gon’ get another ring
We gon’ get another ring
I’ma get another win
We gon’ get another ring