T.I. – Jefe Lyrics



[Intro]
Oyy papi, [??]
No more apologizing for being excellent
From now on man, fuck it, I’m just gon’ be dope
And no apologize for it
I’m sorry I’m dope, nigga
Rap your mind around it and embrace it, this is a fact of life
God, I’m so good

[Verse 1: Meek Mill]
Yeah, fuck up that money, then make it again (the make it again)
I fuck her twice, then I make her my friend (then I make her my friend)
Shit, look at these haters, they hating again (they hating again)
I know they don’t like it, they taking it in
Fuck up a check, then we making it back
She like Chanel, I’ma drape her in that
She want the D, I’ve been waiting on that
I’ve been doing my thing, they’ve been hating on that
And I meant what I said, I ain’t taking it back
We get you chain, we ain’t taking it back
Reach for my chain, get [??] for that
Only speak on my name when you stating the facts, please
I know we balling too much
And all of these pretty hoes falling for us
I say [??] mami, and call it to us
If I give you my number, don’t call me too much, comprende?
City to city, bad bitches and tities, she jump on the jet with me, she on the tour
I’m in Balenci’, Laurent and Givenchi, my pockets on Benji and she in Dior
Flex on the ‘gram just to look like you got it, but really you broke
(but really you broke)
Since suckas pop shit on their twitter, like killers and really get smoked (really get smoked)
Know niggas that used to be trappers on twitter just telling these jokes (telling these jokes)
While we gettin’ money, just burning this bread, tryna turn it to toast, forreal
They say we talk about money too much
But maybe they ain’t getting money enough
I say, ‘Dimelo’ papi, he combo the trucks
He gon’ make a tab and I’m running it up, gracias!

[Verse 2: T.I.]
Let me welcome you, get introduced to the king
Bentleys, Ferraris, brand new and they clean
So disappointed when niggas talk shit on their records, when you see ’em, don’t do anything
Okay, killing these niggas with more than before
Been stuntin’ and shining since back in the nineties
I’m ’bout it, forgot the Glock in my pocket, remind you and plug the whole city behind me
Spent hundreds of thousands, no millions on diamonds
In Philly, they go ask Meek Milly about me
I’m solid and thorough, stand up as fuck
See these niggas, I just be like, ‘What the fuck?’
Ain’t no way in hell you can fuck with us
Like a bad bitch with no furniture
I can’t do nothin’ with her
Still hit her and them bad bitches who hung with her
That’s how I do, ay, can’t give you the formula
Don’t stop me, I’m just warming up
Niggas be actin’, the fuck they perfomin’ for
Leave ’em right there for the coroner
Man, my bitch look so bad, she a foreigner
Aston Martin, the attire is formal
How we kick it, ain’t shit ’bout us normal
We Grand Hustle, scheming and chasing our dream
Stacking that paper
Hearin’ my raps, you see me, you see what I mean
Dripping that flavor
Fuck niggas hating, don’t try me, I split that potato, then go sit and eat with the mayor
Ski an invader
David Chepelle told me you niggas is funny as hell
Run to the smoke and then running in tail
Open the vault ’cause you [?] jail

[Bridge: Female voice & T.I.]
Como ese [??] plata or plomo?
[??] como [??]
[??] bitch
Hey, que pase, mi amigo [??]
You know that nigga?
[??]
What’d he do?
Ask him if he got some weed
[??] grande [??]
Man, what’d you just say?
[??] is how you say a lot of weed
Yeah [??] grande [??]
Hell yeah
Mucho
Ya dig?



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



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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Meek Mill – Offended

[Intro]
M-m-m-murda
Meek Milly, Jeffery, woah

[Hook: Young Thug]
Yeah, yeah
Fuck is you talking bout? Bitch you offended me
I just might go head and let this lil bitch suck my dick till it tickle me
I just might go head and mix me a Sprite with some lean like it’s chemistry
God damn, I have a whole xan one time they was drilling me
I heard the lil boy was plotting on killing me
Fuck round and lift up they soul like lil Chino be wheelin’
I usually don’t bet but I don’t want the ceiling please
Oxycontin fucking up my kidneys
[Verse 1: Young Thug]
Molly, my cup look like bath salt
And I’m too high horsed for asphalt
Therefore I’m in clouds from day to dark
They say that I changed, it’s the cash fault
Pay everybody like a cash card
I switch through the lanes like a Nascar
The Rollie stainless, stainless
We young and rich and we dangerous
I’m at Piccadilly’s with your misses nigga
And the weed stinking like a chitlin nigga
Bend the money down like a Philly nigga
Make me catch you slipping then (?) nigga
The bulletproof can take a missile nigga
I got benji on me and he cripping nigga
I done wrapped the benji in the city ho
I done wrapped the Bentley in the bity nigga
Put a swimming pool in the living room
How I’m living nigga, I ain’t swimming nigga
Only thing that me and Michael Phelps got in common that we winning nigga
Rock star lifestyle
Your hoes going wild

[Verse 2: Meek Mill]
Sat on my shorty and totting that .40 we move through the city like BMF
Rocks on the chain like the rocks that I slang , only difference them bitches they VVS
I know these bitches gon’ change, fuck on whoever, whenever they see a chain
If you do not fuck with the gang don’t act like you do when you see us, just keep it down
Swing through your block better not sweep it back
Land on your spot where your peoples at
Smoke you where ever we see you at
You don’t want no problem so keep it down
‘Fore you get your man murdered
Hitters in the van lurking
I put bread on the beef
Turn it to a hamburger
Put that paper on the scale nigga
Little homies talking big money
When the wars on you’ll tell nigga
Put a bag on your man
Hit ’em with the things, hit ’em that’s an L nigga
So you should be home before mama got dinner for sale nigga
And that’s all I’ma tell niggas in the zip

[Hook: Young Thug]
Yeah, yeah
Fuck is you talking bout? Bitch you offending me
I just might go head and let this lil bitch suck my dick till it tickle me
I just might go head and mix me a Sprite with some lean like it’s chemistry
God damn, I had four hoes one time they was drilling me
I heard the lil boy was plotting on killing me
Fuck round and lift up they soul like lil Chino be wheelin’
I usually don’t bet but I don’t want the ceiling please
Oxycontin fucking up my kidneys

[Verse 3: 21 Savage]
Everywhere I go I keep a chopper with me, whoa
I ain’t with that diss song shit, I been done shot a nigga, whoa
Hundred shotters with me, whoa
VVS’s on me, whoa
VVS’s on me, bling
Badaboom, badabing, 21
Marsh hit, seen the hit shoot up your car shit
Put the blue tips in that cartridge, 21
We put them drums in them carbons, 21
We pull up on rappers and spark ’em, 21
I might take your chain if it sparkle, fat
Street nigga really came from nothing
Strip a nigga like Caine cousin
Kill a nigga then you saying something
You was talking, nigga I was hustling
We was shooting, nigga you was ducking
You was texting, nigga I was fucking
I was betting nigga, you was bluffing
Hide and seek nigga, I was hunching (facts)
Car foreign and my gun Russian
Sneak dissing get a concussion
21, 21, 21

[Hook: Young Thug]
Yeah, yeah
Fuck is you talking bout? Bitch you offending me
I just might go head and let this lil bitch suck my dick till it tickle me
I just might go head and mix me a Sprite with some lean like it’s chemistry
God damn, I have a whole xan one time they was drilling me
I heard the lil boy was plotting on killing me
Fuck round and lift up they soul like lil Chino be wheelin’
I usually don’t bet but I don’t want the ceiling please
Oxycontin fucking up my kidneys

DJ Mustard – What These B*tches Want (feat. Meek Mill, Nipsey Hussle & Ty Dolla $Ign) (Cold Summer Album) letras

[Verse 1: Meek Mill]
Before this rapping I wanted to be a kingpin
On the corner with niggas running them things in
I was told get the money and bring the team in
And never ever let them hoes get between them
Born a slave, but I die a king, and um
For bad bitches with money and I got a thing and um
I’m feeling like King James when he got his ring
Because I started off with nothing except a dream, nigga
I’m cut from a different cloth
They don’t make no more, you niggas soft
The streets killed Lil Snupe, I took a loss
That’s why my heart so cold, my shit defrost
Everybody saying that I stunt too much
But they don’t know where I came from, I done too much
And my ex chick said I like to fuck too much
So I turned around and told her, “Bitch you want too much”
Meek Milly

[Hook: Ty Dolla $ign]
What these bitches want from a nigga?
Want from meeeee, want from me
What you want from me? Want from me
I gave it all I got, I won’t let you get the best of me, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
[Verse 2: Nipsey Hussle]
Look, no one can save us and we realized it
We knew the outcome and we still tried it
That South Central state of mind
I’m in the field, logic to be a real rider
We did this shit to the extreme where you ain’t feel honest
Now this blood is on your hands and you hope these bills wash it
Sinking deeper in regret but that’s the real faucet
See man, go for self, that was the real Slauson
But do this win, lose or draw that was a real promise
Till death do us what’s most important was rep to us
The set schooled us to love and lie and respect shooters
Reflect to it, this year I’m dropping my best music
Hope you niggas get rich and then reinvest to it
Wish you niggas success and minus the stress to it
Lot of steps, lot of losses and regrets to it
A game of life, you ain’t the type that will accept losing
Whatever’s left to it, flying in a jet to it

[Hook: Ty Dolla $ign]
What these bitches want from a nigga?
Want from meeeee, want from me
What you want from me? Want from me
I gave it all I got, I won’t let you get the best of me, yeah
Yeah, yeah

[Bridge: Ty Dolla $ign]
Girl I know, I know, I know, I know, I know, I know
You ain’t trying to waste no time (no time)
So I gotta let you know (let you know, ohhh)
Money on my mind
Money over bitches, that’s the story of my life
Yeah I know them guys try to catch me slipping
Tell them keep on trying

[Hook: Ty Dolla $ign]
What these bitches want from a nigga?
Want from meeeee, want from me
What you want from me? Want from me
I gave it all I got, I won’t let you get the best of me, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah