Lil Tecca – Sidenote Lyrics

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[Intro]
Yeah

[Chorus]
I just be chasin’ my bag, hello
I just came for the racks, I’m gone
Yeah, she used to throw me, now she really want me
I can tell that she mad I’m on
I just be mixin’ the BAPE with Vlone
I wish that some niggas would leave me alone
Use to finesse the niggas, now singin’ C notes
Now they callin’ my phone, I’m busy, lil’ bro
Ha, fuck your opinion, that’s a side note
Your main bitch, that’s my side ho
Shout out my bitch, my die or rider
I hit her, she singin’ like Mariah
Be me and fuck a cougar
I got better taste, nigga, fuck what you learned
I just took your ho ’cause she say I’m too nice
You said you want beef, nigga, go to Five Guys

[Verse 1]
Uh, they statin’ opinions like niggas, like Reddit
Hit ’em with that slow gun, I had to go steady
And it’s us vers’ the world, lil’ baby, you ready?
I can see in your vibes, as soon as you meant it
And this life is a test, you better not test it
I’m ahead of these niggas like I’m playin’ chess
And bro got the Glock, he gon’ aim at your chesty
If he spray, he gon’ make you organic like pesties
The brand never switched up on me, that’s my bestie
Fuck all you niggas, y’all niggas is messy
She wanna kick it, kick it like Jet Li
Catch us a soul, I know that you feel me
I’m gettin’ this green, you know that I’m healthy
And they all on my
And then she be like, “God, oh my”
Every day and them niggas switch on my life

[Chorus]
I just be chasin’ my bag, hello
I just came for the racks, I’m gone
Yeah, she used to throw me, now she really want me
I can tell that she mad I’m on
I just be mixin’ the BAPE with Vlone
I wish that some niggas would leave me alone
Use to finesse the niggas, now singin’ C notes
Now they callin’ my phone, I’m busy, lil’ bro
Ha, fuck your opinion, that’s a side note
Your main bitch, that’s my side ho
Shout out my bitch, my die or rider
I hit her, she singin’ like Mariah
Be me and fuck a cougar
I got better taste, nigga, fuck what you learned
I just took your ho ’cause she say I’m too nice
You said you want beef, nigga, go to Five Guys

[Verse 2]
She like, hit it, hit it, hit it, hit it lil’ bit
Tecca Vercetti, I like your lil’ drip
Shawty, you buggin’, I got the big drip
I just made a song by the postal, lil’ snitch
And I just got a check, that’s more money to flip
Don’t fuck with your energy, I had to dip
Simple nigga, Apple Watch my wrist
I got BAPE on my body, Simons on my hip
How you hate on a nigga obsessed how you live?
Boy you messy, you might need a bib
And you gotta move ghost, niggas watch how you live
I took it as a sign, they told me I’m different
Fell love in my stuff, I was paintin’ a picture
Nah, that shit ain’t the same, lil’ bitch, I be distant
Show me the signs, I ‘member I missed it
Yeah, ‘member I missed it

[Chorus]
I just be chasin’ my bag, hello
I just came for the racks, I’m gone
Yeah, she used to throw me, now she really want me
I can tell that she mad I’m on
I just be mixin’ the BAPE with Vlone
I wish that some niggas would leave me alone
Use to finesse the niggas, now singin’ C notes
Now they callin’ my phone, I’m busy, lil’ bro
Ha, fuck your opinion, that’s a side note
Your main bitch, that’s my side ho
Shout out my bitch, my die or rider
I hit her, she singin’ like Mariah
Be me and fuck a cougar
I got better taste, nigga, fuck what you learned
I just took your ho ’cause she say I’m too nice
You said you want beef, nigga, go to Five Guys

Father – Rolling Dice

[Hook: Playboi Carti]
My life a gamble, just like rolling dice
And this life so fast, you can die tonight
Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt
I pulled in a foreign
My old hoe so boring
Got another foreign

[Verse 1: Father]
Fake as fuck motion pictures
[?]
Automatic weapon, I’m the wrong nigga to threaten
Jet Li with a lethal weapon
Ice [?], Guadalupe on my chain
Meltycanon just saved the game
These niggas need to stay in they lanes
Been in drugs, Imma stay in your veins
Xannies and codeine used to fuel all my flames
Hit ’em with that chopper, call that shit hot lava
Your daughter call me father, your daddy call me a crook
Do everything off the books
Fuck these niggas’ good looks
Look at me and that’s a look
My girl that’s a look
Your bitch can get took, yeah
I’m the king of the hooks, yeah
All you niggas just pawns, ay
All my niggas is rooks, ay

[Hook: Playboi Carti and (Father)]
My life a gamble, just like rolling dice (like rolling dice)
And this life so fast (so fast) you can die tonight (you can die tonight)
Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt
I pulled in a foreign
My old hoe so boring
Got another foreign

[Hook: Playboi Carti and (Father)]
My life a gamble, just like rolling dice (like rolling dice)
And this life so fast (so fast) you can die tonight (you can die tonight)
Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt
I pulled in a foreign
My old hoe so boring
Got another foreign

[Outro: Playboi Carti]
Moneybags
Moneybags
Moneybags
Moneybags
Moneybags
Moneybags
Moneybags
Moneybags

Chief Keef – Short (feat. Tadoe) (Two Zero One Seven Deluxe Album)

[Hook: Chief Keef]
I always wanted to be a rich nigga
Thug in me still travel with a stick, nigga
Bolts of the dope, get you fixed, nigga
Pull up in that Jet Li and make it kick niggas
Your bitch in love with a boss
I’m interceptin’ her, Randy Moss
Real niggas don’t pillow talk
Snitch niggas lifes on chalk

[Verse 1: Chief Keef]
I’m lookin’ for the dope man, tell him pull up on me
Ridin’ in that Ferrari, actin’ fuckin’ dorky
Big ass banana clip, actin’ fuckin’ monkey
The hollows in this .45 are chunky
Black chopper on me but the beam on it so red
Sell a hammer to a shark and some dope to a coke head
You were runnin’ around these streets, nigga, you were so scared
I got all my ice on, Kool-Aid, man, oh yeah
So wavy I can float boats, gettin’ off of dope smokes
You fake ass niggas, I can’t take this shit no more
I’m down like some Low Pros, cookin’ like it’s four stoves
Floyd Mayweather, chopper givin’ niggas low blow

[Hook: Chief Keef]
I always wanted to be a rich nigga
Thug in me still travel with a stick, nigga
Bolts of the dope, get you fixed, nigga
Pull up in that Jet Li and make it kick niggas
Your bitch in love with a boss
I’m interceptin’ her, Randy Moss
Real niggas don’t pillow talk
Snitch niggas lifes on chalk

[Verse 2: Tadoe]
Residue up in my nail, weigh that weight up by the scale
Send those packs out through the mail
Send them bags off through the mail
High as hell, so poured a 12, prayin’ I don’t go to jail
When them bitches fuckin’ land, I’ma cop a fucking Lam’
When I’m done with the grams, I might cop a AMG
That’s all money goin’, bitch, I got a tre on me
And we get ’em by the pint, I’ma pour a 8 at least
And we get ’em by the pint, I’ma pour a 8 at least

[Hook: Chief Keef]
I always wanted to be a rich nigga
Thug in me still travel with a stick, nigga
Bolts of the dope, get you fixed, nigga
Pull up in that Jet Li and make it kick niggas
Your bitch in love with a boss
I’m interceptin’ her, Randy Moss
Real niggas don’t pillow talk
Snitch niggas lifes on chalk

Chief Keef – Short (feat. Tadoe) (Two Zero One Seven Album)

[Hook: Chief Keef]
I always wanted to be a rich nigga
Thug in me still travel with a stick, nigga
Bolts of the dope, get you fixed, nigga
Pull up in that Jet Li and make it kick niggas
Your bitch in love with a boss
I’m interceptin’ her, Randy Moss
Real niggas don’t pillow talk
Snitch niggas lifes on chalk

[Verse 1: Chief Keef]
I’m lookin’ for the dope man, tell him pull up on me
Ridin’ in that Ferrari, actin’ fuckin’ dorky
Big ass banana clip, actin’ fuckin’ monkey
The hollows in this .45 are chunky
Black chopper on me but the beam on it so red
Sell a hammer to a shark and some dope to a coke head
You were runnin’ around these streets, nigga, you were so scared
I got all my ice on, Kool-Aid, man, oh yeah
So wavy I can float boats, gettin’ off of dope smokes
You fake ass niggas, I can’t take this shit no more
I’m down like some Low Pros, cookin’ like it’s four stoves
Floyd Mayweather, chopper givin’ niggas low blow

[Hook: Chief Keef]
I always wanted to be a rich nigga
Thug in me still travel with a stick, nigga
Bolts of the dope, get you fixed, nigga
Pull up in that Jet Li and make it kick niggas
Your bitch in love with a boss
I’m interceptin’ her, Randy Moss
Real niggas don’t pillow talk
Snitch niggas lifes on chalk

[Verse 2: Tadoe]
Residue up in my nail, weigh that weight up by the scale
Send those packs out through the mail
Send them bags off through the mail
High as hell, so poured a 12, prayin’ I don’t go to jail
When them bitches fuckin’ land, I’ma cop a fucking Lam’
When I’m done with the grams, I might cop a AMG
That’s all money goin’, bitch, I got a tre on me
And we get ’em by the pint, I’ma pour a 8 at least
And we get ’em by the pint, I’ma pour a 8 at least

[Hook: Chief Keef]
I always wanted to be a rich nigga
Thug in me still travel with a stick, nigga
Bolts of the dope, get you fixed, nigga
Pull up in that Jet Li and make it kick niggas
Your bitch in love with a boss
I’m interceptin’ her, Randy Moss
Real niggas don’t pillow talk
Snitch niggas lifes on chalk

Chief Keef – Short Lyrics

[Hook]

I always wanted to be a rich nigga
Thug in me still travel with a stick nigga
[?] get you fixed nigga
Pull up in that Jet Li and make it kick niggas
Your bitch in love with a boss, I’m intercepting her Randy Moss
Real niggas don’t pillow talk
Snitch niggas [?]

[Verse 1: Chief Keef]

I’m looking for the dope head tell em pull up on me
Riding in that [?] Rari acting fucking dorky
Big ass banana clip acting fucking monkey
The hollows in this .45 are chunky
Black chopper on me but the beam on it so red
Sell a [?] to a [?] and some dope to a coke head
You were running around these streets nigga you were so scared
I got all my ice on Kool-Aid man oh yea
So wavy I can float boats getting off of dope smokes
You fake ass niggas I can’t take this shit no more
I’m down like some Low Pros [?] like it’s [?]
Floyd Mayweather chopper giving niggas low blow

[Hook]

I always wanted to be a rich nigga
Thug in me still travel with a stick nigga
[?] get you fixed nigga
Pull up in that Jet Li and make it kick niggas
Your bitch in love with a boss, I’m intercepting her Randy Moss
Real niggas don’t pillow talk
Snitch niggas [?]

[Verse 2: Tadoe]

Residue up in my nail weigh that [?] scales
Send those packs out through the mail
Send them [?] out the mail
[?] so pulled the 12, praying I don’t go to jail
When them bitches fucking [?] I’m gonna cop a fucking [?]
When I’m done with the [?] I might cop a AMG
That’s [?] bitch I got a tre on me
And we get em by the pint I’m gonna pour up [?]
And we get em by the pint I’m gonna pour up [?]

[Hook]

I always wanted to be a rich nigga
Thug in me still travel with a stick nigga
[?] get you fixed nigga
Pull up in that Jet Li and make it kick niggas
Your bitch in love with a boss, I’m intercepting her Randy Moss
Real niggas don’t pillow talk
Snitch niggas [?]

Derek Minor – Judo (Reflection Album) letras

[Verse 1]
Candy crush flow unlocked a new level
And I am burying beats, I got a new shovel
You trying to win this rat race but get no medals
My only competition’s Minor, so the battle’s – large
Either way I know I still won
Still bragging on the father like a proud son
That’s the only solution to fix where I’m from
Drunk off violence and they taking shots of red rum (that’s murder)
That’s ghetto life, like Rick James
My beat sound like what the five fingers say to the face
Slap
They like, why you so aggressive, I guess it’s
That Michigan in me, that country Tennessee in me
But I’m ok for your pupils, I’ll just open up their pupils
Two things that’s very crucial, I’m safe I’m not unusual
That’s my: I’m not a scary black guy tone
In my zone, let’s get it on, I’m bout to kick it off like judo

[Hook]
Judo x3
I’m bout to kick it off like judo
Judo x2
I’m in my zone, let’s get it on, I’m bout to kick it off like judo
[Verse 2]
(Let’s get it)
I reflect God and his greatness
And I’m going harder than the pavement
Still underground like a basement
This year all my dogs going crazy
Created in the image of the great one, so you could never make
I make em get another appraisal when they underestimate us
Let’s go ahead and get it crack a lackin’. hit the booth I’m like a yellow jacket
Spit ammunition when I get to snapping, like a yopper yopper, Get to yaking, yaking
Another one like DJ Khaled, a major key, to make the heat, to make em sing
They make believe, I hear all the lies that they make up, Maybe it’s makebelieve
Like I’m a do it all for what the paper bring
I’m not a slave, you ain’t chaining me
Promise I’mma die for what I believe
Go head take a shot, go on aim at me
I tell, what I’m told, in the text, that I read
Just like it is I don’t filter a thing
Nothing’s off limits, you won’t box me in like a Christmas present
Better get the message (whoo)
I’m Jackie Chan, I’m Jet Li, this my dojo
Bruce Leroy with no fro, RMG in go mode, this Minor

[Hook]
Judo x3
I’m bout to kick it off like judo
Judo x2
I’m in my zone, let’s get it on, I’m bout to kick it off like judo

[Outro]
Judo x3
I’m in my zone, let’s get it on, I’m bout to kick it off like –
Judo x2