Dan Bull – Just Die Already Lyrics

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[Verse 1]
So I might open with a real light joke, right?
Real life is a real life rougelike
There’s no F Five key to rewind what we don’t like
So we spend most our time just hoping that we won’t die
So when I look around and see someone that’s elderly (yeah)
I tell myself they’re either winning life or found a cheat
And yet they’re treated as some selfish freaks who’ve failed to leave
Who’ve somehow outstayed their welcome with the power to breathe
Well, I’ve come around to tell them though I doubt it’s seldom seen
That their very presence is a present I’m proud to receive
This is for the OG’s, old geezers, fogeys
Bolted up in the old folks’ home with no keys
It must be lonely up atop the holy escalator
But eventually we’re each the next to leave so check you later
Being senior seems to me between being tuckered out
And realising there’s so much to not give a fuck about

[Chorus]
It’s been a long time, been a long time, been a long
Lonely, lonely, lonely, lonely, lonely time
It’s been a long time, been a long time, been a long
Lonely, lonely, lonely, such a lonely time

[Verse 2]
To the church-going folk, I hope you all pray for me
Because I’ve no hope of growing old gracefully
Life’s a fatal disease so I’m just waiting to see
What exciting places it might be taking me
I’m going to be an OAP that’s OP
Hope to be as old as Gandalf and Obi-Wan Kenobi
Living is so me, I’m going to get enough
Although I won’t reach the one hundred and twenty-seven club
Prejudice putting needless junk between us as the Devil does
The way we treat them is the treatment that’s ahead of us
Old people are previously youngsters who just levelled up
Being senior should be seen as something just incredible

[Chorus]
It’s been a long time, been a long time, been a long
Lonely, lonely, lonely, lonely, lonely time
It’s been a long time, been a long time, been a long
Lonely, lonely, lonely, such a lonely time
It’s been a long time, been a long time, been a long
Staying young ’til I become an ancient one’s my one desire
Lonely, lonely, lonely, lonely, lonely time
It’s been a long time, been a long time, been a long
If you can’t feel the bass turn up your hearing aid and pump it higher
Lonely, lonely, lonely, such a lonely time

[Verse 3]
What you have to do is hang on through until the chumps retire
Then wack them in the trash, but dude, that attitude’s a dumpster fire
Passing youth’s a fact that you and I will come to cry at
And grapple with the facts that we refused confronting prior
There’s an infinite abyss in front of us but I am
Not the really kind of guy to just give and come so quietly
Succumb to higher creature comforts and just lie in piece
‘Cause once I die, at least I’d like to be thunk of in high esteem
Nah, never mind, being in the freakin’ riot police
I’ll speed at an entire fleet while screaming in the driver’s seat
‘Til I’m a bleeding pile of meat, the kind that lions eat
Now darling, be a sweet and bring my slippers, I’ve got tired feet

[Chorus]
It’s been a long time, been a long time, been a long
Lonely, lonely, lonely, lonely, lonely time
It’s been a long time, been a long time, been a long
Lonely, lonely, lonely, such a lonely time

[Verse 4]
Just because there’s nothing left to prove
Doesn’t mean there’s nothing left to do
But as seasons pass the fee increases for your season pass
‘Til you’re a seasoned passenger of centuries who sees ’em pass
Put to pasture, don’t repeat the past, you need some greener grass
They plan to treat you as a weed in fields that need reseeding fast
I see you creeping of your peak productive beaten path
‘Til even keeping up with previous achievements seems to drag
I don’t believe that each of us can be surpassing Pete & Bas
I mean it’s been an eon since you’ve even had a decent shag
Another day, they might discover me in glacial ice
Or maybe I’ll be vaporised to nada but a ray of light
Descendents won’t remember whether I’ve blue, gray or hazel eyes
But it’s irrelevant, man, it’s whatever fate decides
So I’ll just say this, mate, whatever may arise
I’ll stay alive ’til the day I die (huh)

[Chorus]
It’s been a long time, been a long time, been a long
Lonely, lonely, lonely, lonely, lonely time
It’s been a long time, been a long time, been a long
Lonely, lonely, lonely, such a lonely time
It’s been a long time, been a long time, been a long
Staying young ’til I become an ancient one’s my one desire
Lonely, lonely, lonely, lonely, lonely time
It’s been a long time, been a long time, been a long
If you can’t feel the bass turn up your hearing aid and pump it higher
Lonely, lonely, lonely, such a lonely time

Summrs – Who’s Better? Lyrics (feat. Weiland)

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[Verse 1: Summrs!]
I don't wanna talk, .30 all on me
Glocky be all on me, your bitch all on me
f*ck her in the sheets, pull off in that Jeep
It's just me and this bitch, yeah we two deep
Sippin' on that lean, racks up in my jeans
She treat me like a king, Like who better than me?
Who better than me, Who better than me?
I'm so into you, yeah, you so into me
Bitch I'm off a bean, I can't see a thing
I can't feel a thing, 'cause my heart cold
I need a bitch like my racks, that means you can't fold

[Verse 2: Summrs!]
Green light on that glizzy, put that bitch on go
Countin', hundreds, fifties, and I stay ten toes
Shoutout to my slimes, shoutout to my bros
I won't spend a dime, I know she a hoe
I'm just tryna shine, get expensive clothes
Bitches come and go, this money come and stay
Pull up to your spot and shoot up where you stay
Heard you talking stupid, we could end that shit today
And if I take a L, bitch I got a big K
I don't f*ck with snakes, they only on my coat
I be off that lean, can't look, I need some help
Did this by myself, and my boots say YSL
Katie, that's my baby and I know that you could tell

OG cookie strain and I know that you could smell
She dancing on my dick, got me harder than a shell
Free my slimes out them bars, hope y'all doing well
Bitch I keep a Mac but I make hits off a Dell
And I got them xans, perkies on sale
Zippy or a ounce, ship it through the mail
Bitch I'm a peeper, baby light up the L
Pull up to the scene, all eyes on me
Glocky with the beam, got a glocky with the beam
And I'm with lil Weiland, bitch we on the scene
Shooting up a movie like we shooting Spike Lee
[Verse 3: Weiland]
All these diamonds on my neck, this codeine cost your rent
I can't wife a thot, treat that bitch with no respect
Got a Tec up in the back, I'mma aim it at your neck
Yeah, these diamonds VVS, Yeah, these diamonds they reflect
Yeah, I'm up on your block, riding with a Glock
Watching out for opps, choppa red dot
Aim it at your top, put you on the spot
I be counting guap, model bitches giving top
Number (N)ine jeans, turned into a fiend
Bad bitch off the bean, bad bitch off the bean, yeah
I be off them percocets, yeah
Off the lean, yeah I can't have no sex, yeah
I be off them percocets, yeah

Joyner Lucas & Lil Baby – Ramen & Oj Lyrics

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[Intro: Joyner Lucas]
I got some needs, I need the money like I need to breathe
I need the hunnids, a lotta
I tell that lil’ bitch I’m out of her league, out of her league
Yeah, Joyner
Joyner, Joyner, Joyner

[Verse 1: Joyner Lucas]
I got some needs, I need the money like I need to breathe
I needs some hunnids, and I need to scheme
I need the W by any means, yada-da
Yada I mean, tell that lil’ bitch that I’m outta her league
Enough is enough, and I think I’m allergic to suckers
You niggas keep makin’ me sneeze
Did them off of blood and I’m makin’ them bleed
You try to run and I’m brеakin’ your knees
I made ’em fall like I’m rakin’ thе leaves
You know I ball like I play for the league
I mean what I say and I say what I mean
I ain’t no joke, we ain’t makin’ no memes
If I pull up on ’em, I’m makin’ a scene
Bo-bo-bo, then I’m makin’ them scream
Straight from the bricks, I need a lick
I dreamed about it since I was a jit
Nigga, I’m lit, I cannot miss
Came from the bottom and got me a check
Bitch, I’m a threat, I gotta flex
You want the crown but don’t know what it takes
I am build different, I’m not what you think
I cannot lose, I go out with a bang
I hope you never say my name in vain
I’m with whatever, just not for no games
I know they say I changed, I cannot say the same
I bet they want me shackled and locked in the chains
I guess that’s just what happens with bad news
On my momma, I never been fragile
I’m the wrong one to f*ck with, it’s taboo
Turn you niggas to R.I.P. tattoos
Still a youngin’ but feel like a OG
Can’t forget all this shit that they told me
Tired of niggas thinkin’ that they know me
You gon’ turn me back into the old me
You gon’ turn me back into a savage
I done did shit you couldn’t imagine
Leveled up and then bought me a mansion
I can never go back to a has-been

[Chorus: Joyner Lucas]
I can never go back to the old days, no way
Back to walkin’ to work on a cold day
Back to thinkin’ my ex was my soulmate
Back to tellin’ myself, “We’ll be okay”
We’ll be okay, was survivin’ off ramen and OJ
Shorty payin’ the bills, I had no safe
I can never go back to the bottom, to the bottom

Sellin’ drugs, never know when the cops come
Niggas jealous, they wanted to rob us
I was just tryna get me some dollars, couple dollars
Turn my pennies from hundreds to commas
I’m so happy them days are behind us

[Verse 2: Lil Baby]
I ride by different spots, I get flashbacks
I can’t get on your level, I’m past that
Watch me run that shit up, I can’t go back to nothin’, tryna get to the top of the world
My nigga went crazy, walked on his corner and seen someone f*ckin’ his girl
f*ck all that spinnin’ block, that’s that lil’ boy, shit, we catch him, we rockin’ his world
I let everybody have their fun with me
Never had a woman say she done with me
I was workin’ out on the company
I keep money coming in constantly
My lil’ brodie and them be having Runtz for cheap
Tryna get it, I been on the run for weeks
I bet none of you young niggas can come for me
Both of my kids got it honestly
I’m the real deal, all the way, I don’t half-step
Gotta do better than last year, that’s my motto
Put a switch on the blick, fully auto
Put them thangs on the pain like I’m Rylo
Proud to say that I finally changed up
Why the f*ck they keep bringin’ my name up? ‘Cause I’m poppin’

[Chorus: Lil Baby & Joyner Lucas]
I can never go back to the old days, no way
Back to walkin’ to work on a cold day
Back to thinkin’ my ex was my soulmate
Back to tellin’ myself, “We’ll be okay”
We’ll be okay, was survivin’ off of ramen and OJ
I was payin’ the bills, I had no safe
I can never go back to the bottom, to the bottom
Sellin’ drugs, never know when the cops come
Niggas jealous, they wanted to rob us
I was just tryna get me some dollars, couple dollars
Turn my pennies from hundreds to commas
I’m so happy them days are behind us

[Outro: Joyner Lucas]
I’m so happy them days are behind me
I’m so happy the paper done found me
I done keep some good niggas around me
I got rid of them niggas who doubt me
Keepin’ good energy and I’m prayed up
Tunnel vision, they never can phase us
Once you cross me, ain’t nothin’ can save you
Pull that thing out the, it’s dangerous
Bitch, I’m dangerous

Spotemgottem – Beat Box 5 Lyrics (feat. Polo G)

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[Intro: Polo G]
Lil’ Capalot (Lil’ Capalot), bitch (Bitch), haha (Haha)
On foenem, man, you know we in this bitch, ganged out
Yeah, yeah, yeah, gang, gang (Gang, gang)

[Verse 1: Polo G]
FN knock his head off, f*ck the jakes, we sped off
Dissin’ on the ‘net ’bout Ed and Lil Bid got his mans chalked
We gon’ take his life, bitch, that’s how much dissin’ the dead cost
I put that lil’ bag up on his wig, he got his dreads bought
Tried to run, them bullets hawked him down, we left his legs crossed
We can speak ’bout bitches or this money, don’t do fed talk
Hundreds on my wrist watch, AP make her lick cock
In a mansion I bought mama, with my lil’ sis’ makin’ TikToks
Lil Jo let that stick pop, smoke opps out the ziplock
We gon’ leave a brick shot, chase him out his flip-flops
Catch him on the day, you play with us and get your bitch shot
See them lights and take ’em on the chase, don’t do no pitstops
Too Turnt Gang, we drop the rakes, kill ’em, what my chopper say
f*ck it, let that chopper spray, caught him snoozin’, shot his face
I was taught to get close on your man, don’t shoot from blocks away
I call my lil’ killer, “What’s the plan? Let’s whack an opp today”
Gang, gang, gang, gang, gang, bitch (Bitch)

[Chorus: SpotEmGottem]
Bur— Bur— Burn away a carbon beam, knock your legs off
Tried to get away from me, had a standoff
Hit him in the spine, knock his dreads off
My woadie just caught a body, I nicknamed him Randy Moss
Thuggin’ in my Reeboks, riding with a G-SHOCK
Shh, I heard he shot, Draco make ’em beat box
OG made that sharp turn, woadie spot ’em, peeled the car
Had a mask on, Draco make ’em beat box

[Verse 2: SpotEmGottem]

In Miami with my motherf*ckin’ heat out
With another nigga bitch, said she got her feet out
I walked in the party, I’m on my big goon shit
Ready to get it started, bitch, I got no sense
Oh, he the plug, ridin’ ’round with four bricks
Call me Kobe, twenty-four on me
Can’t f*ck wit’ her no more, that lil’ bitch, she do the most
I get my groove on every time I see them folks
I got the antidote, I’m thinking that’s something you need to know
I’m smooth and I’m cold, she know my wrist on froze
Skinny jeans on with a big bankroll
She playin’ my song, I got her takin’ off her thong
I’m tryna get it on, she feeling all over my Peter bone
Two rights don’t make a wrong, it just go on and on
I’m kickin’ shit like Jackie Chan ’til they got my kicks on
I aim, I hit my target, I’ma up this bitch regardless

[Chorus: SpotEmGottem]
Bur— Bur— Burn away a carbon beam, knock your legs off
Tried to get away from me, had a standoff
Hit him in the spine, knock his dreads off
My woadie just caught a body, I nicknamed him Randy Moss
Thuggin’ in my Reeboks, riding with a G-SHOCK
Shh, I heard he shot, Draco make ’em beat box
OG made that sharp turn, woadie spot ’em, peeled the car
Had a mask on, Draco make ’em beat box
Bur— Bur— Burn away a carbon beam, knock your legs off
Tried to get away from me, had a standoff
Hit him in the spine, knock his dreads off
My woadie just caught a body, I nicknamed him Randy Moss
Thu— Thu— Thuggin’ in my Reeboks, riding with a G-SHOCK
Shh, I heard he shot, Draco make ’em beat box
OG made that sharp turn, woadie spot ’em, peeled the car
Had a mask on, Draco make ’em beat box

Lil’ Flip – Da Gudda Lyrics

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[Talking:]
Just another day in the hood
chillin with my niggaz, ya know
right now we shoot a documentary for my mothaf*ckin album
bringin y’all niggaz straight to the hood, come on walk with me

[Verse 1: Lil’ Flip]
Nigga I can hit you from a block away
cause my chopper bang like a beat from Dr.Dre
I’m creepin at night with a Ki of that white
from 8’O clock till 5, come get what you like
from Vicodin to X pills you know who got the best deal
I guarantee you f*ckers this’ll be my best year
canary stones got me lookin like a night light
I ain’t racist when it comes to diamonds cause I like white
my bezzel lookin like it ain’t even paid for
but that’s a lie bitch I got real paper
I’m from the ghetto, the gudda where the feds hang
I’m with ya wife f*ckin up ya bed frame
you ridin, I’m ridin-time to grab the weapons
the shell catchers, gloves, and them teflons
cause when it’s war anything goes
I’m a stand up nigga, nah I ain’t a hoe

[Chorus: Lil’ Flip]
I’m from da hood-da gudda, da, da, da gudda
I wish you would-da gudda, da, da, da gudda
let’s get it understood-da gudda, da, da, da gudda
I got choppers made of wood-da gudda, da, da, da gudda
I’m from da hood-da gudda, da, da, da gudda
I wish you would-da gudda, da, da, da gudda
let’s get it understood-da gudda, da, da, da gudda
I got choppers made of wood-da gudda, da, da, da gudda

[Verse 2: Lil’ Flip]
Ay alot of niggaz hatin on me cause of the jewels I got
so just face reality homie you ain’t hot
I read ya little interviews you don’t know when to quit

no matter how good you do niggaz gon’talk shit
I got bitches on my team that’ll rob you nigga
right after she give you head and massage you nigga
I play the game like a pro when it come to the streets
and the bump’ll make you leak when it come to the beef…ca’peesh
look, listen when I talk cause I’m a general
I hope ya OG’s smart enough to let you know
I’m the truth in the booth what I rap about I did it
I told Johnny put thirty pointers in my fitted
I get it, I got it I’m makin a profit
my kitted Impala watch me hop it
I’m hittin switches on the bitches when I drive by
I’m knockin snitches in ditches when I do drive bys

[Chorus]

[Bridge:]
Look if you wanna get paid, get that money nigga
if you wanna ride blades, get that money nigga
if you wanna Escalade, get that money nigga
yeah bitch I got it made, get that money nigga(oh boy)

[Verse 3: Lil’ Flip]
Look it’s one for the money, two for the show
three gigs for eight five now I need my dough
look I’m straight off the block where the fiends be geekin
I know a cat who snort three O’s every weekend
lawyers, and doctors hide behind they occupations
cause at the first of the month they be waiting
shiiit I take food stamps and all that shit
and if that ain’t a hustle what you call that then(chump)
I’m a young ass nigga with alot of game
I floss hard cause everyday I rock a different chain
I think my hood and my niggaz who hold me down
besides Lil’J, Lil’ Flip control the town [echoes]

[Chorus]

SpotEmGottem & Mulatto – Beat Box (Big Latto Mix) Lyrics

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[Intro: Mulato]
Yeah, yeah, this shit exclusive
Big Latto

[Verse 1: Mulato]
I told ya I’m that bitch from the South, I knock a nigga socks off
I’m outside swinging sticks, I ain’t talkin’ top golf
I been killin’ features, I’m on everythin’ like hot sauce
So don’t act like I ain’t been that bitch since I popped off
Big chains hang around me, loitering, wifey bring, them pointers in (Ice)
Show ’em, the end of the road, I ain’t into turnin’ boys to men
Walk through, there’s forty bands, red bottoms like Toya man (Yeah)
Who cut a nigga off quicker than me? Shit, not even Lori can (On God)
Who she think she is? She don’t win big, so well, bitch, I did (I did)
Bitches ain’t on shit but dick, I’m pullin’ triggers, not no wigs (Yeah)
Latto that, Latto this (Ha), tryna figure out my biz (Yeah)
Tell the blogs when they speak on Latto, don’t forget the Big
Higher than them tree tops (Yeah), bitch thinkin’ she hot (What?)
AP scally bust down (Ice), long way from them G-Shocks
Your fave is a freak thot (On God), no walls, sheet rocks
Told you he don’t eat, but to this pussy he gon’ beatbox
Ha, on God
This shit just too motherfuckin’ easy
Big Latto, big money, big Balenciaga, big been takin’ everything motherfuckin’ big
I’m the biggest, ha

[Chorus: SpotEmGottem]
Bur— Bur— Burn away a carbon beam, knock your legs off
Tried to get away from me, had a standoff
Hit him in the spine, knock his dreads off
My woadie just caught a body, I nicknamed him Randy Moss
Thuggin’ in my Reeboks, ridin’ with a G-SHOCK
Shh, I heard he shot, Draco make ’em beat box
OG made that sharp turn, woadie spot ’em, peeled the car
Had a mask on, Draco make ’em beat box

[Verse 2: SpotEmGottem]
In Miami with my motherfuckin’ heat out
With another nigga bitch, said she got her feet out
I walked in the party, I’m on my big goon shit
Ready to get it started, bitch, I got no sense
Oh, he the plug, ridin’ ’round with four bricks
Call me Kobe, twenty-four on me
Can’t fuck wit’ her no more, that lil’ bitch, she do the most
I get my groove on every time I see them folks
I got the antidote, I’m thinking that’s something you need to know
I’m smooth and I’m cold, she know my wrist on froze
Skinny jeans on with a big bankroll
She playin’ my song, I got her takin’ off her thong
I’m tryna get it on, she feeling all over my Peter bone
Two rights don’t make a wrong, it just go on and on
I’m kickin’ shit like Jackie Chan ’til they got my kicks on
I aim, I hit my target, I’ma up this bitch regardless

[Chorus: SpotEmGottem]
Bur— Bur— Burn away a carbon beam, knock your legs off
Tried to get away from me, had a standoff
Hit him in the spine, knock his dreads off
My woadie just caught a body, I nicknamed him Randy Moss
Th— Th— Thuggin’ in my Reeboks, riding with a G-SHOCK
Shh, I heard he shot, Draco make ’em beat box
OG made that sharp turn, woadie spot ’em, peeled the car
Had a mask on, Draco make ’em beat box

Mj0.6 – Obituary Gardens Lyrics

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*My big brother’s gonna be famous*
*How does that song go again*
Murder on the rise
You hear sirens screeching
Obituary pains
What yo heart’s been leaking
Bullets can’t be silenced
By the pastor’s preachings
Survival of the fittest what streets
Been teaching
I’m from outwest where we
Drop rakes with da hitters
We claim gang with killers
We hit stains with drillers
Still hold pain within us
Murder on my mind
I see remmy face
Opposition caught him lacking
Still a open case
Holding in that pain
Till that Mac erase
Catch him red-light snoozing
How that .40 taste
Put one in his that’s just all it takes
Heat on the dash
Hit high speed with jakes
Trials of a man who lost hope in faith
*Where do people go when they die*
Truth be told i don’t know guess we in for the ride
Hold on strong through them trials know there’s pain
hid inside
Homie just died you been trying not to cry
His face on yo mind got you fiending Homicide
Case on the way can’t look OG in her eye
Pain in mind to yo heart you cannot lie

Young and on that block you been watching niggas
die
I know you struggle with hellos cause it’s hard to say
goodbye
*It’s hard to say goodbye, it’s hard to say goodbye*
*These the prayers of a sinner
*When murder on the rise salvation holds you back
So yo angel’s tell you lies
*I know you been wronging
Yea I know
Yea I know
Yea I know
Murder on the rise
You hear sirens screeching
Obituary pains
What yo heart’s been leaking
Bullets can’t be silenced
By the pastor’s preachings
Survival of the fittest what streets
Been teaching
I’m from outwest where we
Drop rakes with da hitters
We claim gang with killers
We hit stains with drillers
Still hold pain within us
Murder on my mind
I see remmy face
Opposition caught him lacking
Still a open case
Holding in that pain
Till that Mac erase
Catch him red-light snoozing
How that .40 taste
Put one in his that’s just all it takes
Heat on the dash
Hit high speed with jakes
Trials of a man who lost hope in faith

Stalley – Gangsta Prayer Lyrics (feat. Trippie Redd)

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[Chorus: Trippie Redd]
Everyday I pray
God keep me safe
We’ll see better days
Trapped in this world, trapped in this world, yeah, yeah
I told them people, “Nigga, f*ck a job”
Nigga, f*ck the opps, nigga, f*ck your block
Nigga, f*ck the odds, nigga, f*ck the cops
I’m the king of the jungle, I’m a f*ckin’ Don
I’ma blow up in this bitch, like a f*cking bomb
Your bitch be in-pocket, I don’t be in love
I’ma hit him up, I’ma flick ’em up
Just like God up in heaven, I’ma lift ’em up

[Verse 1: Stalley]
Ain’t no killer but keep killers around me
The big fish got sharks swimin’ around me
The [?] my life jacket, can’t let ’em drown me
Don’t forget that them projects is where they found me
I speak enlightened, but spent my life fightin’
More Malcom than king, cold-blooded, more winter than spring
Can’t be no victim of the venomous sting
From murder hornets in the human form
It’s bad enough we gotta escape these pigs in uniform
When did self-hatred become the norm’?
While I’m duckin’, hidin’, I run for shelter tryan dodge a storm
When the sun dries the rain, that’s when a star is born
And we shine the bightest
When we left each other up, that’s when we reach our highest
Platinum and gold chains like they was touched by Midas
Royalty at it’s finest, a little misguided but hope God guides us
Until then, it’s peace if peace never finds it

[Chorus: Trippie Redd]
Everyday I pray
God keep me safe
We’ll see better days
Trapped in this world, trapped in this world, yeah, yeah
I told them people, “Nigga, f*ck a job”
Nigga, f*ck the opps, nigga, f*ck your block
Nigga, f*ck the odds, nigga, f*ck the cops

I’m the king of the jungle, I’m a f*ckin’ Don
I’ma blow up in this bitch, like a f*cking bomb
Your bitch be in-pocket, I don’t be in love
I’ma hit him up, I’ma flick ’em up
Just like God up in heaven, I’ma lift ’em up

[Verse 2: Stalley]
Uh, yeah
Pray, I’m not praying, pray a nigga don’t try me
These youngin’s around me play with triggers for hobby, uh
And they itchin’ to get active
Sittin’ on the corner all day twistin’ up Backwoods
I tried to tell ’em, they thinkin’ it’s backwards
That kind of thinkin’ is really pushin’ us backwards
But I’m preachin’ the murderers, dope dealers
You know, the extra [?] types with no feelings
That wanna ride around with no ceilings bumpin’ no [?]
Face full of tats, colorful dreads, all about drillin’
Young, wild and wreckless, diamonds on they necklace
Wake up in the morning, pop perc 30’s for breakfast
It’s crazy how they life parallel to my reflection
Amazing how these two type of niggas come from my section
See answers to my questions through the youth that I step with
And as an OG, I just pray that they protect it

[Chorus: Trippie Redd]
Everyday I pray
God keep me safe
We’ll see better days
Trapped in this world, trapped in this world, yeah, yeah
I told them people, “Nigga, f*ck a job”
Nigga, f*ck the opps, nigga, f*ck your block
Nigga, f*ck the odds, nigga, f*ck the cops
I’m the king of the jungle, I’m a f*ckin’ Don
I’ma blow up in this bitch, like a f*cking bomb
Your bitch be in-pocket, I don’t be in love
I’ma hit him up, I’ma flick ’em up
Just like God up in heaven, I’ma lift ’em up

Money Man – Nothing To Lose Lyrics

Azlyrics

They don’t wanna see a nigga win
They don’t wanna see a nigga win
They just wanna see a nigga lose
They just wanna see a nigga lose
Way up here in Buscemi shoes
Trappin’ like I got a point to prove
Trappin’ like I got nothin’ to lose
Trappin’ like I got nothin’ to lose
They don’t wanna see a nigga win
They don’t wanna see a nigga win
They just wanna see a nigga lose
They just wanna see a nigga lose
Way up here in Buscemi shoes
Trappin’ like I got a point to prove
Trappin’ like I got nothin’ to lose
Trappin’ like I got nothin’ to lose

Swipin’ like I got nothin’ to lose
Trappin’ like I got nothin’ to lose
I got a rich nigga attitude
I never seen a bitch bad as you
They never heard of numbers this low
You can drop the ticket when you grow
If you don’t know, now you know
I’m a plug baby on the low
He not a real nigga, he a hoe
I had to sell a brick in the snow
I had to sell a cutie at the store
I had the key, it was under control
I take a beat and I pour out my soul
Come here baby girl I want your soul
Heard they jumped y’all then ya told
Damn
You only got caught with a gram
I really don’t understand
I’m a boss, understand
These niggas know I’m the socket
I keep a belt in my closet
I just sit down and I count up the profit
Grab me a shoebox and make a deposit
That how you live when you sellin’ narcotics
I’m on the radar, the Feds, I’m a target

They don’t wanna see a nigga win
They don’t wanna see a nigga win
They just wanna see a nigga lose
They just wanna see a nigga lose
Way up here in Buscemi shoes
Trappin’ like I got a point to prove
Trappin’ like I got nothin’ to lose
Trappin’ like I got nothin’ to lose

They don’t wanna see a nigga win
They don’t wanna see a nigga win
They just wanna see a nigga lose
They just wanna see a nigga lose
Way up here in Buscemi shoes
Trappin’ like I got a point to prove
Trappin’ like I got nothin’ to lose
Trappin’ like I got nothin’ to lose

They just wanna see a nigga lose
Way up here in Buscemi shoes
Step on a brick in some Jimmy Choo
I got that OG and Sour too
Ain’t got a label or sponsors
I’m in the streets with some monsters
Just had a white boy build a chopper
Just in case a nigga gotta off ya
On the last p, I make ’em bid for it like a auction
Yeah
He not a boss, why is he talkin’?
Why you in the trap if you not shoppin’?
I don’t like a nigga, he too frail
Heard he soft and he weak as hell
Heard he couldn’t even work a scale
Heard they robbed him when he tried to sell
Swiper swipin’ like no tomorrow
Trapper trappin’ like no tomorrow
Stack today and then stack tomorrow
Re-up today and re-up tomorrow
She wanna be my trap queen
She know that I’m a trap king
These are the niggas acting
Come on lil shawty, join the team

They don’t wanna see a nigga win
They don’t wanna see a nigga win
They just wanna see a nigga lose
They just wanna see a nigga lose
Way up here in Buscemi shoes
Trappin’ like I got a point to prove
Trappin’ like I got nothin’ to lose
Trappin’ like I got nothin’ to lose
They don’t wanna see a nigga win
They don’t wanna see a nigga win
They just wanna see a nigga lose
They just wanna see a nigga lose
Way up here in Buscemi shoes
Trappin’ like I got a point to prove
Trappin’ like I got nothin’ to lose
Trappin’ like I got nothin’ to lose

Money Man – Out The Mud Lyrics (feat. Young Thug)

Azlyrics

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

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

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

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

I went to Arizona for a minute
Buy the boy just a cheaper ticket
Baby girl let a plug hit it
I’m a beast when them drugs in me
I’m with the growers out at Cali

They just be tossing bags at me
These niggas use to laugh at me
Now these bitches throwing ass at me
Ain’t have a shoulder to lean on
Ain’t have an OG to put me on
Ran up a hundred thousand on my own
Ran up a hundred thousand from the strong
I’m kicking bitches out the coupe
I’m giving speeches to the troops
Grab the F n N and let it loose
I just can’t snitch on my connect
I just can’t go for disrespect
Pour a 40 ease all the stress
Don’t make me break a little nigga neck
Streets turning a nigga to a monster
Swear to god a nigga eating Lobster
I keep a cart by all the robbers
That’s a hundred rounds for all my problems

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

Young Scooter & Zaytoven – Black Migo Lyrics (feat. Future)

Azlyrics

[Intro: Young Scooter]
Haha
Yeah
Street lottery, street lottery
Ballin' with them Freebandz like I hit the lottery (Zaytoven)

[Verse 1: Young Scooter]
Name good (Yeah), face good (Street)
It all fold, I could still go back to my hood (Lil Mexico)
But I never left the hood, I still be in the hood (Yeah)
I be stuffin’ pound bags like canned goods (No cap)
Water whip or dry whip 'cause my hands good (Whip)
I let my money talk for me, I let Freebandz do it (Count up)
Me and Zay the best duo since Kobe and Shaq (Kobe)
No rap cap, I put Black Migo Gang on the map (Yeah)
Sold crack sacks just to pave the way to where I'm at (Jugg)
A trap rapper, if it ain’t 'bout money, I don't wanna rap (Trap)
OG D watchin' over me so I don't never lack (Double)
Four, five, six, you play with me, you get your head cracked (Yeah)

[Chorus: Young Scooter & Future]
Black Migo, Black Migo
I got M's, came a long way from zero (Freebandz)
Four, five, six, in the hood, we shootin' CeeLo (Shootin' CeeLo)
No cap, I’m the neighborhood hero (Jugg)
Black Migo (Black Migo), Black Migo (Black Migo)
I got M’s, came a long way from zero (Count up)
Four, five, six, in the hood, we shootin' CeeLo (Yeah)
No cap, I’m the neighborhood hero (Yeah, no cap, Street)
[Verse 2: Future]
Every time we f*ck, she talk Spanish, I don't know what she sayin'
Yeah, her daddy is the plug and I'm the boss of Freebandz
I’m Black Migo, that's forever, this shit right in my blood
All these diamonds and this money'll make a bitch catch a nut
All these .223s and Dracos, they just might be on my line
All these shooters in my city, I be with killers all the time
This some BMG forever shit, my dawgs one of a kind
I got white girl, on my Texas shit, been hot, I press decline

I just left from out of Texas, I got drank and I got 9s
I'm on the Adderall and I'ma count these millions up by hand
I'm infatuated with money, I can't never go broke again
I got NBA shooters, could've went to pro from how they sprayin'

[Chorus: Young Scooter]
Black Migo, Black Migo
I got M's, came a long way from zero (Freebandz)
Four, five, six, in the hood, we shootin' CeeLo (Shootin' CeeLo)
No cap, I'm the neighborhood hero (Jugg)
Black Migo (Black Migo), Black Migo (Black Migo)
I got M's, came a long way from zero (Count up)
Four, five, six, in the hood, we shootin' CeeLo (Yeah)
No cap, I'm the neighborhood hero (Street)

[Verse 3: Young Scooter]
Free NoCap (NoCap), half these rappers cap (Half these rappers cap)
I get my backend and hurry right back to the trap (No cap)
That's why I really wrap (Why I really wrap), I ain't talkin' music, though (Nah)
I'm talkin' OG gas, swag bags, elbows (Jugg)
I f*ck with Run-D.M.C., but I don't wear shelltoes (Nah)
Play with me, on the scene, they'll leave three hundred shell, though (Blatt, blatt)
That's a light show (Light show), look at my ice, woah (Eliantte)
I just rent your bitch, but only for one night, though (Yeah)
A half a million cash, we call that hella bands (Hella bands)
Put two hundred on the split, we call that extra grams (Remix)
Gave my lawyer extra bands to get me out the jam
I f*ck with Harlem, but I done sold more dope than Killa Cam (No cap)
[Outro: Young Scooter]
Black Migo, Black Migo
I got M's, came a long way from zero (Freebandz)
Four, five, six, in the hood, we shootin' CeeLo (Shootin' CeeLo)
No cap, I'm the neighborhood hero (Jugg)

Meek Mill – Otherside Of America Lyrics

Azlyrics

[Donald Trump:]
What do you have to lose?
You’re living in poverty
Your schools are no good
You have no jobs
58% of your youth is unemployed
What the hell do you have to lose?

[Meek Mill:]
Reportin’ live from the other side of America

Mama let me sip the forty, I was just a shorty (Damn)
Then I started spittin’ godly, then they said record me
I feel like this shit was for me, this shit just my story (Facts)
Yeah, uh
Jumped off the porch, uh, I got a Porsche, won’t take it back
I’m on the block with the killers and holdin’ my own, of course (Yeah, check, check)
I seen my mom and dad separate, ain’t talkin’ divorce (Talkin’ divorce)
Said daddy was livin’ by the fire, and he died by the torch (Check, check)
I’m where the AKs is, we like the Bébé’s Kids
Ain’t have a daddy, I listened to suckers the same way that Ray Ray did
I’m totin’ Smith &’s and HKs and I just was a grade A kid
Ain’t have no guidance, we grew up with hitters and did everything they said
Point out the block, we spinnin’ that (Spinnin’)
Run in the spot, we gettin’ that (Get it)
Give us some work, we flippin’ that (Flippin’)
I’m hittin’ from jail, they ain’t hiittin’ back
I need a lawyer, money for commissary, and nobody ain’t sendin’ that
I’m in my cell like, "When I get out, I’m makin’ a movie, no Cinemax" (Woo)
Yeah, back home and I’m fresh on bail
Phone chirpin’, it was next to Tell
Block popppin’, it was extra sales
Big dogs, they ain’t showin’ remorse
I was beggin’ just to catch a sale
Same block, we was goin’ to war
I was prayin’ I ain’t catch a shell (Check)

Uh, we was starvin’ for a thousand nights
Livin’ like we tryna die tonight
Glock .40 sound like dynamite
I was f*ckin’ up my cop money
Sellin’ soap like it’s China white
OG’s said, "You f*ckin’ the block up"
I was mad, I was tryna fight
Nigga, we hungry
Mama at work, daddy, he dead, nigga we lonely
Stomach growlin’ like a AMG, goin’ to bed, we hungry
Uzi on me, all my friends are dead, nigga, we lonely
Reportin’ live from the other side of America

Reportin’ live from the other side (Yeah)

Same corner where my brothers died (Yeah)
Livin’ life, we ain’t got a care
Told my mama I ain’t dyin’ here (No)
.40 on me, I ain’t buyin’ beer (No)
Ain’t have a will, now I’m flyin’ Lear
Bunch of felons on the jet with me
Make a movie like it’s Con Air
Started off in the basement
Now it’s rooftops and LeBron there
Still fightin’ open cases
Out on bail, nigga, but it’s my year
Summertime, it get cold out
Heater on me like a Moncler
Closet bigger than my old house
Thinkin’ ’bout it, I was fine there
Came out the dirt (Dirt)
Dedicated, I was makin’ it work
Medicated, I was takin’ them Percs
Devastated when my niggas got murked
Educated, had to get to it first
I knew trappin’, it would get me in jail
Playin’ with pistols, it would get me hearse
But I ain’t give a f*ck, send me to church (Woo)
Yeah, they gotta catch me in traffic (Traffic)
I ain’t with none of this rap shit (Rap shit)
I’ve been tryna run from these caskets
All this pain built in me, nigga
You don’t want none of this action
Go get some money and feed your fam
‘Cause this is a f*ckin’ disaster, yeah

Uh, we was starvin’ for a thousand nights
Livin’ like we tryna die tonight
Glock .40 sound like dynamite
I was f*ckin’ up my cop money
Sellin’ soap like it’s China white
OG’s said, "You f*ckin’ the block up"
I was mad, I was tryna fight
Nigga, we hungry
Mama at work, daddy, he dead, nigga we lonely
Stomach growlin’ like a AMG, goin’ to bed, we hungry
Uzi on me, all my friends are dead, nigga, we lonely
Reportin’ live from the other side of America

[Meek Mill (Michael Smercornish):]
I always dreamed too, of being like, on like CNN and being able to like express myself
And, and, and speak for like the voiceless young men of America (Do it)
The first step, I would say, I grew up in American in a ruthless neighborhood where we were not protected by police, uh
We grew up in ruthless environments, we grew up around murder, you see murder
You see seven people die a week, I think you would probably carry a gun yourself
Would you?
(Uh, yeah, I probably would)

Gunna – Nasty Girl On Camera Lyrics

Azlyrics

[Part I: "NASTY GIRL"]

Mmm, mmm, mmm (Wheezy outta here)
Mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm
Mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm
Mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm

Travel all over the world, runnin’ into nasty girls (Nasty girls)
Pullin’ her curls, f*ckin’ me a nasty girl, yeah
She strippin’ at Crazy Girls, I bought her Cha-nay-nay pearls, yeah (It’s crazy)
I tip her, make her twist and twirl, I pull up, baby, everything thurl, yeah

She freaky from the passenger seat
Shawty wanna suck it when I speed (Wanna suck it when I speed)
She only wanna follow when I lead (Wanna)
That’s how I keep a bankroll neat (Keep a bankroll neat)
Yeah, GunnaWunna got her out the street (GunnaWunna)
Niggas like just honey, really sweet (Like honey, niggas sweet)
Yeah, I just left the dentist on fleek
Hundred for some pointers in my teeth (Pointers in my teeth)
When I drop that shit, they gonna put it on repeat
Better play somebody else, ’cause we gonna defeat (Yeah)
Pull up, spin the block, we leavin’ everyone deceased (Extreme)
f*ckin’ on your wife because she like it when we cream
Diggin’ in her body, got her bustin’ on the sheets
And she like it nasty, so I call her freak-a-leek (Nasty)
I’ma play my music while I stroke her to the beat (Stroke)
f*ck her like a beast (f*ck her like a beast)
Yeah, I hit her like G, ah, I’m pullin’ out her weave (Yeah, pullin’ out her weave)
Baby, take a lil’ ecstasy (Yeah), make a nigga smoke a lot of weed (Yeah, smoke a lot of weed)
The one with the six orgy, got a nigga high as he could be (High as he could be)
These rappers gettin’ fly as they could be, you never will be flyer than me (Hell yeah)

Travel all over the world, runnin’ into nasty girls (Nasty girls)
Pullin’ her curls, f*ckin’ me a nasty girl, yeah
She strippin’ at Crazy Girls, I bought her Cha-nay-nay pearls, yeah (It’s crazy)
I tip her, make her twist and twirl, I pull up, baby, everything thurl, yeah

I got this bougie dime on her knees
I heard you paid a dime just to squeeze (Dime just to squeeze)
I heard your old man an OG
Heard he used to rock with Joey Debris (Joey Debris)
Can’t win playin’ straight, you gotta cheat
Put that p*ssy on a nigga, might geek (Nigga might geek)
I see that you got love for the freak
I’m knowin’ you in love with this freak
Barely havin’ time, I try to f*ck her through the week
I’m never spendin’ time, and she ain’t never takin’ D

I hire freaky bitches, they don’t gotta have degrees
I’m young and always know to keep a tricky in my sleeve
They start to do too much, I had to tell a nigga freeze
I’m runnin’ millions up, now I can’t never get no sleep
Your daughter let me f*ck her, and I didn’t have to pay a fee (No)
She got a baby Birkin and it didn’t come from me (No)

[Part II: "ON CAMERA"]

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(Taurus)
Yeah, I told her twerk for the camera
She wanna, she wanna suck it on camera, yeah

I told her twerk for the camera (Yeah)
She wanna suck it on camera (Yeah)
I let my shit hang like a banner (Banner)
Her mouth on my head like bandanas (Yeah)
She wanna suck it on camera (She wanna suck it on camera)
These little boys don’t want Ana (Nah)
I talk to that ho with no manners (No manners)
Thick mink on the floor in the Phantom

Had to climb to the top with no ladder
Got my millions, it don’t even matter (Don’t even matter)
Turbo with me for life, it ain’t nothin’ (Ain’t nothin’)
You know Wheezy my brother like Tana (Like Tana)
She think she wanna f*ck on the camera
She flew from Atlanta, she easy to handle
Was piped when I met her, we swipe like the scammer
Her kid with her nana, hot piss in the Pamper
I’m too geeked up, excuse my grammar
Peel your top back, so smooth, bananas (Bananas)
We the topic, can’t change the channel
Forty thou’ for the plain or better (Or better)
Copped the Cayenne and painted it yellow
The bank callin’ me, I don’t go to the teller
They workin’ for free, I don’t know what to tell ’em
They say it’s a jet, but I know it’s propellers

I told her twerk for the camera (Yeah)
She wanna suck it on camera (Yeah)
I let my shit hang like a banner (Banner)
Her mouth on my head like bandanas (Yeah)
She wanna suck it on camera (She wanna suck it on camera)
These little boys don’t want Ana (Nah)
I talk to that ho with no manners (No manners)
Thick mink on the floor in the Phantom
She wanna suck it on camera
These little boys don’t want Ana
I talk to that ho with no manners
Thick mink on the floor in the Phantom

6lack – Atl Freestyle Lyrics

Azlyrics

Cleary got me f*cked up
Taking out the trash on yo ass
I get rid of bad friends like a dump truck
Everything I been through is everything I am
What the f*ck you think this is, think I lucked up
Still down to earth, never stuck up
Ridding all my extra weight like a tum tuck
I sacrifice most of my time
So my daughter can take vacations in bumf*ck

I’m what? Come for mines and guns up
Wanna talk, betta run ya funds up
I’m from the 5, middle finger like I’m Nudy
It’s Mr turn the tabernacle to a movie, ooo-wee
Keep it moving, nothing to see
I grew up eating hot wings and bumping Gucci
On the block ain’t have no OG to school me
We just yelling wassup like Skooly
We hit the mall and we ball all day
I really know a drought, so its blue hundreds in the safe
My nigga ain’t a a Jake, but he running with that K
And you might take a L just for running out your face
I’m still the love doc, hood therapist
My life is VVS, I practice clarity
I practice what I preach
I’m living what I teach
Was looking down now they looking up to me

Cleary got me f*cked up
Taking out the trash on yo ass
I get rid of bad friends like a dump truck
Everything I been through, is everything I am
What the f*ck you think this is, think I lucked up
Still down to earth, never stuck up
Ridding all my extra weight like a tum tuck
I sacrifice most of my time
So my daughter can take vacations in bumf*ck

Riding through Atlanta on a off day
Hoping nobody double cross me
Hit up Keisha, "Have you seen Parlay?"
‘Cause he ain’t make it to the after party, aye
Spin the block ’cause its hot, keeping watch
6 o’clock time for Greg Street to rock
(Hmm, mmm, aye, okay)
I use to walk around that corner right in Kirkwood
Anne’s Snack Bar, where the food real good
I was living like a fool, breaking all the rules
Best of both worlds ’cause a nigga went to school
I was rapping like a bitch, singing to your girl
Might be quiet, baby, but I’m ready to rock your world, yeah
(Hmm, okay, yeah, yeah, aye)

Wild Wes – Ain’t Nothin’ But A Funk Freak Lyrics

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[Verse 1]
Got the deep bass and the beat is alright
We got the good beats but no rappers in sight
It’s only me. The real OG
MC Icy. You kinda betrayed me
I would explain but I don’t cause drama
You rappers want clout but I don’t care about a number
You hate the bassline so don’t listen
When you decline a Wild Wes album you don’t know what your missin’

[Chorus]
I ain’t nothin’ but a funk freak
I make funk every damn week
I ain’t nothin’ but a funk freak
I make funk every damn week

[Verse 2]
Tracks For Da Ages. My new album
People say my beats suck. I got ’em
I got the good beats. Please take your seats
I ain’t your slave. You just dug your own grave
I dissed Sam again I bet you didn’t like
It, so better ride you bike or fly a kite
I ain’t havin’ this attitude
When I rap the heat you’ll have gratitiude
You losers wanna be birds
Annoying. What have you heard?
This sick beat, I ain’t gonna lie
When you shy, you just sigh

[Chorus]
I ain’t nothin’ but a funk freak
I make funk every damn week
I ain’t nothin’ but a funk freak
I make funk every damn week

[Burp]

[Verse 3]
The funky. Wonky. Can’t stop me. Block me

Stocking. Walking. Rapping. Stop napping
Fresh rhymes. I got em all the time
You ain’t gonna stay for the last rhyme
I’m hyper. I might do a cypher
In 2020. Yeah, it’s not funny
Stunning. You have to stop running
You may collapse. You always take naps
The hip hop will never stop
When the bass hits the beat will drop
So stop complaining. Stop interveinin’
When you are around it’s always rainin’
I’m always on fire. You liar
I’m higher, then you. You a flyer
On the ground. You gettin’ stepped on
You always mess around man get the **** on
Sorry for ruining this sick beat
I know the beat was a treat
You kinda have to deal with it. It’s part of the game
Every other rapper just sounds the same
People think I make the same beats over
To get a bad beat you’d need to find a four leaf clover
Why all yall wanna complain?
That kinda sounds like you, plain!

[Chorus]
I ain’t nothin’ but a funk freak
I make funk every damn week
I ain’t nothin’ but a funk freak
I make funk every damn week
I ain’t nothin’ but a funk freak
I make funk every damn week
I ain’t nothin’ but a funk freak
I make funk every damn week

Belly – Num8ers Lyrics

Azlyrics

[Hook]
OG all in my blunt, twenty cars all in the front
Fifty G’s I made this week, hundred hoes all wanna f*ck
Too faded, f*ck control
Five pills, I f*cking roll

One dysfunctional family, nah we wasn’t no Huxtables
Eight years that pops got, that shit killed my f*cking soul
I swear that day they took my heart, felt like I died real f*cking slow
So I got high, out my mind, a thousand times when shit got low
We was married to the game til that bitch got old
Expensive ass ho, let it be
Now you know why the bitch ain’t never free
She going in for the kill, let her eat
And I met her doing drugs, chemistry
So dope, amphetamine
She make it all okay, ketamine
Anyone ever loved her, enemy
I’m getting gum, tryna make new memories

[Hook x 2]

We ain’t invited, we just invaded
Suede seats, she’s been persuaded

OG, she’s been sedated
Huh, this bitch is faded
Look, they say they ain’t scared but I know they shook
When I say love in the air I’m probably talking bout the kush
Okay now let’s start, less talk
How the f*ck they shooting blanks at this Kevlar
It’s okay they slept on me, they’ll be awake for the best part
And I’m on the loudest shit, you probably couldn’t even get an ounce of it
And I just went through a pound of it
You ain’t got kush, that’s counterfeit bitch
I’m the right guy for that wrong love
Adderalls and them long blunts
Popping M’s in my penthouse
Taking slow sips out that tall cup
Pour it up til we breathe slow
Yeah bitch I’m just getting warmed up
And bet she wanna tell me to stop but she like it more when I’m on drugs

[Hook x 4]

King Lil G – Blunt After Blunt Lyrics (feat. Reverie)

Azlyrics

[Verse 1: King Lil G]
I been blowin’ heavy smoke
With the criminals
My future was never promised
But grindin’ that was my principle
Would you believe it
If I told you people put me down
How the f*ck when homie
You still livin’ at your mothers house
You can’t tell me shit
I made it happen solo
These cowards wanna start some beef
Cause they thirsty for promo
I never told you I’m a perfect person
I’m livin’ day by day
Trying to feed my family
With a couple verses
Dead bodies in hearses
Your funeral service
I’m rollin’ marijuana
Searchin’ for a perfect surface
Tellin’ stories of my past
But it’s irrelevant
The homies put in so much f*cken work
And there’s no evidence

[Hook]
I’m rollin’ blunt after blunt
Taking flights to different places
I’m faded as f*ck
I’m rollin’ blunt after blunt
Went from 40Oz bottles
To ace of spades in my cup
Smoke a blunt with me
f*ck all the drama
And all the bullshit you goin’ through
Roll up & smoke a blunt with me
Soon as I land I get a text from my people
Talk about roll up & smoke a blunt with me

[Verse 2: Reverie]
Come get me, come listen
Twistin’ up that louie is vital in my position
My rivals ain’t on my tip
And survival is hit or miss
This the final cut you ain’t in!
OG like vinyls- I’m the shit!
Cause I’m well equipped with knowledge-
MC techniques well polished
Kept my promise, paid my homage
So you know your girl going all in
I’m calling out haters
People asking for favors, anti-innovators
And any friend I’mma end up beefing with later
Eyes hella droopy, my life like a movie
Roll up hella doobies, ojos red as rubies, love ain’t shit to me
Who be trying to bark? With yo stuck up ass
Ain’t no time for negativity, homie, puff puff pass!

[Hook]
I’m rollin’ blunt after blunt
Taking flights to different places
I’m faded as f*ck
I’m rollin’ blunt after blunt
Went from 40Oz bottles
To ace of spades in my cup
Smoke a blunt with me
f*ck all the drama
And all the bullshit you goin’ through
Roll up & smoke a blunt with me
Soon as I land I get a text from my people
Talk about roll up & smoke a blunt with me

Adamn Killa – Piss In The Sheets Lyrics

Azlyrics

[Chorus]
Don’t want your bitch, she a freak
Lame ass nigga a geek
Lookin’ like a junkie
I wake up, I’m brushin’ my teeth
You smell like piss in the sheets
Plus, you got shit in your teeth
Where were you, bitch you is cheap
I don’t want your bitch, she want me
Don’t want your bitch, she a freak
Lame ass nigga a geek
Lookin’ like a junkie
I wake up, I’m brushin’ my teeth
You smell like piss in the sheets
Plus, you got shit in your teeth
Where were you, bitch you is cheap
I don’t want your bitch, she want me

[Verse 1]
Ho, want Vitamin D, broke ass nigga is he?
All my shuns on me
I just want the whole thing
I don’t want that old thing
I want new everything
I’m married to money
I give it a weddin’ ring
I’m for my family
So they live happily
I want S550
I don’t get what you need
Bitch, you got ugly feet
Those hoes a get a D
Monkey doin’ see
They like Adamn is heat
Get money like truancy
Get money, hoes like a week
I’m just tryna me and everybody elses too apparently
My niggas know what I mean
Teach Google me or Bing
Make money like crack, I sling
Make money, Bill Gates on me

[Chorus]
Don’t want your bitch, she a freak
Lame ass nigga a geek
Lookin’ like a junkie
I wake up, I’m brushin’ my teeth
You smell like piss in the sheets
Plus, you got shit in your teeth
Where were you, bitch you is cheap
I don’t want your bitch, she want me
Don’t want your bitch, she a freak

Lame ass nigga a geek
Lookin’ like a junkie
I wake up, I’m brushin’ my teeth
You smell like piss in the sheets
Plus, you got shit in your teeth
Where were you, bitch you is cheap
I don’t want your bitch, she want me

[Verse 2]
I’m a young ass nigga
But, I’m really a OG
Niggas come and f*ck around
I just might OD
Just like Killavesi say
These niggas might owe me
If we racin’ to the money, I got niggas beat
Take my feet, they planted under sea
Nigga, understand, I’m standin’ ten feet from the sea
I can’t buy no hatin’ ass niggas
Wanna [?] to eat
I ain’t never had a job
I make it off my speech
I just cut the leash
Like I switched the drums, nigga
Bitch, I’m ballin’
Like my name is net swisher
Niggas see me at the grocery store and take pictures
Same bitch that dismissed ya
I coulda dicked her
(I am Adamn, I am Adamn)

[Chorus]
Don’t want your bitch, she a freak
Lame ass nigga a geek
Lookin’ like a junkie
I wake up, I’m brushin’ my teeth
You smell like piss in the sheets
Plus, you got shit in your teeth
Where were you, bitch you is cheap
I don’t want your bitch, she want me
Don’t want your bitch, she a freak
Lame ass nigga a geek
Lookin’ like a junkie
I wake up, I’m brushin’ my teeth
You smell like piss in the sheets
Plus, you got shit in your teeth
Where were you, bitch you is cheap
I don’t want your bitch, she want me

Machine Gun Kelly – Smoke and Drive Lyrics

Azlyrics

Play this song

[Intro]
Ayy, what my homie, Mike P, say?

[Chorus]
Roll the windows up when I get in the car and Imma light one up
Hit the gas station, go and buy a cigar
And we can smoke this blunt
Speedin’ on the Sunset Strip in the nighttime
Yeah, tryna get fucked up (Ayy)
Roll the windows up when I smoke and drive

[Verse]
Uh, I’m to the grave with this
I learned how to roll a joint before I shaved and shit (Haha, yeah)
In seventh grade and shit
I was smoking OG kush and lemon haze and shit
Bad as fuck, I had it tucked inside my backpack in the front
My dad found it in a month
He kicked me out, he had enough so I got up
I’m in the kitchen, baking pizza with a crust
For a paycheck I can go and spend on hella drugs, yeah
Spaceships see me when I’m up, yeah
I been a martian with no Elon Musk, yeah
I’m in a party with the screw-ups and the sluts, yeah
I’m rolling papers bigger than elephant tusks, yeah
I’m in quarantine, but the weed man pulls up here
I got a hundred packs of backwoods
I can spend the next four months here
I spent 10K cash, I might cough up both lungs here
Filled up on gas and got high, but no stunts here
Mask on when I’m outside, drive fast, don’t waste time
Ass on my face time, strap on my waistline
Gucci, Fendi, Prada belt, hold it up, no Kreayshawn
Don’t give a fuck about these cops, put my hood on like Trayvon
All that I know is a W over my clan, I feel like Raekwon
Only time I get an L is when I be throwin’ ’em up for the gang sign
I been a king with the bars but now I can play guitar and the bassline
I heard them saying they doing it first, I’m doing this shit for the eighth time
I used to want a pool, now I’m waking up and I got one in the backyard
I break a lotta rules, so you know I be drivin’ the whip like NASCAR
Never went Hollywood, got a house on the hills, I still smack y’all
Never say no to the blunt, I smoke it ’til it’s all the way down to the ash, y’all

[Chorus]
Roll the windows up when I get in the car and Imma light one up
Hit the gas station, go and buy a cigar
And we can smoke this blunt
Speedin’ on the Sunset Strip in the nighttime
Yeah, tryna get fucked up (Ayy)
Roll the windows up when I smoke and drive

Comethazine – LEAD THE RACE Lyrics

Azlyrics

Play this song

[Intro]
Your opinion
Mmm, yeah
Yeah, yeah aye

[Chorus]
Your opinion, you can keep it
I’m undefeated, I really don’t need it (Don’t need it)
Undefeated (Undefeated), means I’m winnin’
If we had a race, I’m the one who would lead it (Would lead it)
I would lead it (I would lead it), to the finish
They tryna defeat me these motherfuckers cheatin’ (Cheatin’)
If I’m breathin’, I’ma always be tuckin’ a .40 and duckin’ the demons (Bitch)
Your opinion, you can keep it
I’m undefeated, I really don’t need it (Don’t need it)
Undefeated (Undefeated), means I’m winnin’
If we had a race, I’m the one who would lead it (Would lead it)
I would lead it (I would lead it), to the finish
They tryna defeat me these motherfuckers cheatin’ (Cheatin’)
If I’m breathin’, I’ma always be tuckin’ a .40 and duckin’ the demons (Bitch)

[Verse]
For no reasons
I send shooters to opp blocks
Christian Lou’, polka dot socks
Came a long way from eatin’ the pot pie
Now I pull up and cash out on Popeyes
W-w-wish I saw life through my pops’ eyes
He was a real OG with mob ties
He even shot, stabbed and robbed guys
Participated in a lot of drive-bys

[Chorus]
Your opinion, you can keep it
I’m undefeated, I really don’t need it (Don’t need it)
Undefeated (Undefeated), means I’m winnin’
If we had a race, I’m the one who would lead it (Would lead it)
I would lead it (I would lead it), to the finish
They tryna defeat me these motherfuckers cheatin’ (Cheatin’)
If I’m breathin’, I’ma always be tuckin’ a .40 and duckin’ the demons (Bitch)
Your opinion, you can keep it
I’m undefeated, I really don’t need it (Don’t need it)
Undefeated (Undefeated), means I’m winnin’
If we had a race, I’m the one who would lead it (Would lead it)
I would lead it (I would lead it), to the finish
They tryna defeat me these motherfuckers cheatin’ (Cheatin’)
If I’m breathin’, I’ma always be tuckin’ a .40 and duckin’ the demons (Bitch)

Wiz Khalifa – Bammer Lyrics

Azlyrics

Play this song

[Intro]
Okay
Mustard on the beat, ho

[Chorus]
Don’t give me no bammer weed
We don’t smoke that shit, it’s TGOD
Don’t give me no bammer weed
We don’t smoke that shit, it’s TGOD
Don’t give me no bammer weed
We don’t smoke that shit, it’s TGOD
Don’t give me no bammer weed
We don’t smoke that shit (Okay), it’s TGOD

[Verse 1]
Ridin’, slidin’, dippin’, vibin’
Bitch, get high, come and live this life
I’m a rich nigga, I could fuck a rich bitch twice
I’m a rich nigga, I could fuck a rich nigga wife
Make her roll this joint, when she get inside
You be home on your own but your friends ain’t shy
Bust down Rollie, make my wrist hit bright
You gon’ hit this J, you gon’ get this pipe
Hit it ’til the mornin’, I’ma miss this flight
Good day time, you a freak at night
Hoes get mad, better keep that vibe
When you live like me, you don’t see that price
Want that bag, don’t need likes
OG swag, don’t need stripes
Only gas, that’s only right
Smokin’ tree, my only vice

[Chorus]
Don’t give me no bammer weed (Okay)
We don’t smoke that shit, it’s TGOD
Don’t give me no bammer weed
We don’t smoke that shit, it’s TGOD
Don’t give me no bammer weed
We don’t smoke that shit, it’s TGOD
Don’t give me no bammer weed
We don’t smoke that shit, it’s TGOD

[Verse 2]
Don’t give me no bammer joint
If it’s in my bag, know the grass on point
Only real ones roll big doinks
Kinda into her friend, if she, she can join
Rolled up when she heard my voice
She comin’ with me, she ain’t got no choice
Six Dússe, no Rolls Royce
Just bought a Corvette, just sold my Porsche
Only hit one time, she callin’
No NBA team, we ballin’
Don’t take ’em on trips, don’t spoil ’em
New that, new this, need all ’em
New whip, new paint like Rodman
No brake, straight gas, you stallin’
Don’t take no brakes, I’m doubtin’
See me, big smoke like fireman

[Chorus]
Don’t give me no bammer weed
We don’t smoke that shit, it’s TGOD
Don’t give me no bammer weed
We don’t smoke that shit, it’s TGOD
Don’t give me no bammer weed
We don’t smoke that shit, it’s TGOD
Don’t give me no bammer weed
We don’t smoke that shit, it’s TGOD

Marlo – Paid Off Lyrics

Azlyrics

[Intro]
The streets made me a monster
And I ain’t get nothin’ but some pain from it
I swear everyday I do it all again (I will)
The streets made me a monster
And I ain’t get nothin’ but some pain from it (beast mode)
Yeah, Marlo

[Verse 1]
The streets done made me a monster
I ain’t get nothin but pain from ’em
I swear that I’ll do it all again (I will)
And my brother became my best friend ’til the end
And I’m on the block with the OG’s drinkin’ gin
Done lost my dog, it hurt a nigga within (thug)
They say the good die young, well CJ I know you f**kin’ win (CJ)
And I was on shiver with the J’s and the big pistol and the bomb
And I’m still on that run up nigga get done up (done up)
When niggas say they want beef, nigga get guns up (gun up)
How the f**k you beef with no money, you don’t bruh (haha)
And the westside niggas glad that I came up (came up)
Had to stay down with the Marlo and they ain’t change up
Switched the game then I came up and it was dangerous
Made a million dollars nigga, stacking paper (paper)
And I tell them hater niggas f**k you later (f**k ’em)

[Chorus]
And them long days and the long nights
And the hard work done paid off, no days off
And I’m riding ’round with that draco tryna face off
Get you Adolf like a Hitler
If the bitch bad then I’ll tip her
And if the pussy clean I’ll lick her
You know the Percocet got me trippin’
And them long days and the long nights
And the hard work done paid off, no days off
And I’m riding ’round with that draco tryna face off
Get you Adolf like a Hitler
If the bitch bad then I’ll tip her
And if the pussy clean I’ll lick her
You know the Percocet got me trippin’

[Verse 2]
I was on Water Street selling two five for ahk (ahk)
Then I turned around and hit a big lick with Doc
I told ahk he gotta come in on that block (block)
Then I put my lil brother n’ them on the clock
How the f**k you think I made Set Up Shop?
Moved them bricks and then I popped (popped)
And them long days and them long nights, shit was hard (hard)
Standin’ in the cut nigga with all my boys (my boys)
Shit was real in the field, I watched lil Kim get killed
And then Quay had got shot and nigga know that this shit was real
f**k it is what it is
Bet that shit won’t happen no more
I’m pullin’ up, hanging out the side door (pop pop)
MDC what I ride for, ’bout PFK I’m dying bro
And long live Net, what he died for (died)
We posted in the kitchen in the 9th Ward
And f**k bein’ broke, them my words (yeah)
We was flipping them chickens, them my birds (them chickens)

[Chorus]
Them long days and the long nights
And the hard work done paid off, no days off
And I’m riding ’round with that draco tryna face off
Get you Adolf like a Hitler
If the bitch bad then I’ll tip her
And if the pussy clean I’ll lick her
You know the Percocet got me trippin’
And them long days and the long nights
And the hard work done paid off, no days off
And I’m riding ’round with that draco tryna face off
Get you Adolf like a Hitler
If the bitch bad then I’ll tip her
And if the pussy clean I’ll lick her
You know the Percocet got me trippin’

[Outro]
I’m trippin’, I’m trippin’, I’m trippin’
I’m trippin’, I’m trippin’, I’m trippin’

Pressa – Anaconda Lyrics

Azlyrics

[Intro]
Mmmm, ah
Mmm, yea, yea
Snake nigga, couldn’t snake me
All the Continent, cousins raised me
Block boy shootin’ gravy
Mama
Yea, yea

[Hook]
Snake nigga, couldn’t snake me
All the Continent, couldn’t raise me
Block boy eatin’ gravy
Mama couldn’t even save me
Snake nigga, couldn’t snake me
All the Continent, couldn’t raise me
Block boy eatin’ gravy
Mama couldn’t even save me

[Verse 1]
Had the block going crazy
Servin’ [?] babies
Tell the crackheads come and hurry
The devil trynna call me
My uncle keep trynna warn me
Wake up, pray in the morning
They don’t even know the half
Tell them little bit bout my story
It was me, bro in the trap
9mm, f**k a bat
Every single jug we went half
No marijuana, straight crack
We was workin’ all off a clock
So now my hand got a clock
We got a different walk when we walk
We got a different talk when we talk
And I don’t like to even speak
And I don’t like to even preach
But I learned hella lot from OG
And my daddy used to run the street
And I got straight out the mud
But I don’t like to play in the mud
So my lil bro get the drum
You know what’s up
You got all rights to go kill
But never do it in the house
I’m that lil nigga on the couch
And there’s [?]
And trappin’ straight out the couch, man
[Slurp?] all of my coke
And Canada Goose got me cold
But Canada Goose got me warm
And, never switch on my own
Sometimes in the trap all alone
And I always with bro
We murder shit and he know
If you scared go to Rome, nigga
And I’m dragon to the bone, nigga

[Hook]
Snake nigga, couldn’t snake me
All the Continent, couldn’t raise me
Block boy eatin’ gravy
Mama couldn’t even save me
Snake nigga, couldn’t snake me
All the Continent, couldn’t raise me
Block boy eatin’ gravy
Mama couldn’t even save me
Snake nigga, couldn’t snake me
All the Continent, couldn’t raise me
Block boy eatin’ gravy
Mama couldn’t even save me
Snake nigga, couldn’t snake me
All the Continent, couldn’t raise me
Block boy eatin’ gravy
Mama couldn’t even save me

[Verse 2]
Forever sit through [wasco?]
We move shit like Narcos
They look for me, Marco
Free my nigga [Anito?]
I don’t f**k with Marshalls
Push his head back, Arnold
Where you were like Fargo
This glizzy got him startled
I remember on the block, I lost my marbles
I remember on the block, I was shootin’ the[ir?] marbles
My car don’t work if it ain’t got a stash spot
My heart don’t work cause it ain’t got a soft spot
These bullets make him run and do a hurdle
I swear I need that bread like chicken burgers
I saw, I smoke my beef, they need to catch up
Wassi make the police call for backup
Bullets make em back up
And these niggas ain’t cancer
Make the hood look handsome
I got manners, Jordan Manners
Shooters caught on camera
Make a snake, he anacondas

[Hook]
Snake nigga, couldn’t snake me
All the Continent, couldn’t raise me
Block boy eatin’ gravy
Mama couldn’t even save me
Snake nigga, couldn’t snake me
All the Continent, couldn’t raise me
Block boy eatin’ gravy
Mama couldn’t even save me
Snake nigga, couldn’t snake me
All the Continent, couldn’t raise me
Block boy eatin’ gravy
Mama couldn’t even save me
Snake nigga, couldn’t snake me
All the Continent, couldn’t raise me
Block boy eatin’ gravy
Mama couldn’t even save me

Pablo Skywalkin – Champagne Lyrics

Azlyrics

[Intro]
Flex Rich Lo in this bitch nigga man yall better go get yall mo’f**king money up this shit ain’t nothing nigga
Nigga really do this shit nigga this shit deeper than music

[Verse]
My f**king head hurting I been thinking about a lot of shit
Put a lotta niggas on I laughed this the thanks I get
Pants tight as hell I’m just praying that the franklins fit
Took my nigga West I was hurting I was lost as shit
Took my nigga Coke I cryin’ on some [?]
I feel so lonely I don’t know why
Got a massage, f**ked a bitch, served a fan out in Novi
Oh that yo’ bitch lil nigga shit that’s where you lost at
Cause she love when I f**k her when I hit she talk back
$900 for the shoes they ain’t even all that
They say “Lo can you please sign?” well while waiting on a deal I’m chilling breakin hoes in the meantime
And if a nigga touch me while I got a gun imma squeeze mine
He be looking like Swiss cheese now
The hood fake they be mad when I breeze by
Just nod my head, skirt off and throw the peace sign
My daddy OG still servin’ halfs in his Levi’s
But I had to get it on my own cause I need mine
My momma need me bad I don’t wanna see her mad
I’m just sad Feds f**ked up relationship with my dad
Time moving fast watching my niece grow up
I was hurt shit that night when that 8 got po’ed up
Had a seizure heart stopped can’t believe I woke up
But I couldn’t die that day I would’ve left them hopeless
I guess I’m chosen
When I wear my chain hoes see the ocean
Off too much medicine I need for smoking
Know whatever is in my wood just know that it’s potent
I popped a Perc she she popped a Perc it made her open

Og Prince – Twist It Lyrics (feat. Big Baby Tape & Tveth)

Azlyrics

[Текст песни “Twist It” ft. Big Baby Tape, TVETH]

[Сэмпл: DJ Paul – Twist it, Hit it, Lite it]
*D-D-DJ Tape*
Grab me a swisher, cut it up and fill it with weed
Twist it, hit it, light it
Twist it, hit it, light it
That’s the, that’s the
Grab me a swisher, cut it up and fill it with weed
Twist it, hit it, light it
Twist it, hit it, light it
That’s that, that’s that
Benzo Mafia

[Куплет 1: Big Baby Tape]
Этот день особый, я проснулся и я feelin’ good
У меня есть куш, мой хоуми мчит ко мне, везет с собой те бэквуд
Дэймбэг, Тэйп и boof bag, рядом мой пон, а также десять hoe
Косяк и косяк, дабл кап, новый сон, бро
Курим на парковке стики ики, хоуми, ты залип
Мы сидим в кустах, в моих трусах лежит extendo clip
Cadillac whip, зип OG, статус VIP
Бейби Тейп и DJ Tape, как Тимати и DJ Dlee
Мой косяк дымит, мои меха все наполняют blow
Камехамеха, я атакую этот lemondrow
Мчу на тачке, я в дрова, wassup, homeboy Nixx
И я роллю свой блант, пока прошлый иссяк
Но весь дым в меня проник
Мы дымим на dirty south, мое тело steady leanin’
В Ламборгини суки на бикини, а не в лине
Куш стал louder и у меня есть powder
Я будто Стиви Уандер, вижу в бланте чистый power, битч

[Куплет 2: OG Prince]
Я кладу боль на стол, кручу одной рукой
Туса на все сто, бой, и зачем немеет всё лицо
I’m feelin’ good, меня убила эта сама суть
Шмаляю с двух, даю вино из ниоткуда, как Иисус
Сука хочет видеть мои слёзы, эй
Но я их набиваю на лице, эй
Насколько тебе сложно не заметить
Это длинные листья, Benzo Gang
Benzo линзы на моем носу
Вся свежесть гейма на моем носу
Вся свежесть гейма — это мы, братан
И money, money, money over сук
Мой Nixx kidnapp’ит Sailor Moon
Кручу косяк, глотаю круг
Catch me outside, how about that?
Вся моя жизнь большой абсурд
На высоте каждый день, но сплю в земле
От ваших песен диабет, убей меня из пушки, побыстрей
Йоу, Тэйп, why you trappin’ so hard?
Я кручу уже пятый косяк
Я клянусь, нахуй этих девчонок
И тех, кому что-то не так
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa
Это длинные листья
Twist it, hit it, light it
Twist it, hit it, light it
Twist it, twist it

[Куплет 3: Tveth]
Новый день настал, в кармане тысяча рублей
Я вкачал инту, теперь колдую, словно чародей, воу
Утреннее солнце, за мной ходит моя тень
Подо мной горит кортес, нет необкашляных проблем
Ведь я встал, помолился, налил, отпил, поджёг, и вот я здесь
Листья тянуться наверх, ствол сжимает моя bae
Сука, я не верю в чудо, пью банан и карамель
Не поможет парамедик, если в деле koramil
Где я сегодня был, теперь меня там нет
Насыпаю пыль на авиабилет
Кай высокий как Филипп, пунктуален как Patek
На одной стерео дорожке: OG, Baby, Tveth, yeah

[Сэмпл: DJ Paul – Twist it, Hit it, Lite it]
Grab me a swisher, cut it up and fill it with weed
Twist it, hit it, light it
Twist it, hit it, light it
That’s that, that’s that
Benzo Mafia
Grab me a swisher, cut it up and fill it with weed
Twist it, hit it, light it
Twist it, hit it, light it
That’s that, that’s that
Grab me a swisher, cut it up and fill it with weed
Twist it, hit it, light it
Twist it, hit it, light it
That’s that, that’s that
Grab me a swisher, cut it up and fill it with weed
Twist it, hit it, light it
Twist it, hit it, light it
That’s that, that’s that

Moneybagg Yo – Intro Lyrics

Azlyrics

[Verse 1]
When I was broke they wasn’t intimidated
Ran up some paper, they started hating
Jizzle told me just keep going in
And shit on they ass like you constipated
Got me feeling myself, not no masturbation
Thirty inch off that Glock just for altercations
I go hard for this shit ‘cause I had a passion
I just blew a few thou’ while up in [?]
Had to run it up, it was rent time
Kids need the shit and you know I had to get mine
Had to go hard, it was crunch time
We was on the road doin’ shows then fish died
Feel like the devil was f**kin’ with me
Super bowl night, man I can’t forget it
Two found dead in a car, no witness
Get the call, damn it my nigga Emmitt
I was just with him like yesterday
Man I wish today was yesterday
Just to kick shit and parlay with him
Now my nigga gone man, andale
Had to shake back, had to get my mind right
Flooded out watch, had to get the time right
Pour up, toast up, drink a D’usse with me
We was broke as a [?], lord be my witness
I’m straight from the bottom with it
Haters wish I was still there
I like changing the vibes up
So now I be everywhere
I be all at your bitch place
f**k them twenties, I want big faces
Yeah I literally smoke strong
You would think the weed lift weights

[Interlude]
That’s for sure though
I mean I saw it a long time ago man
We gotta do this shit
Like f**k the haters man
If they wanna hate, let ‘em hate
And if they want war we gon’ give it to ‘em
f**k ‘em

[Verse 2]
Whatever they wanna do we can do it
If it ain’t ‘bout that money, I don’t get into it
That’s how I get into it
So don’t come around me with that f**kery
Better get you a feature, want to rap with me
Man I waited so long, this was meant for me
Stayed down now I’m buzzin’, no bumblebee
Really live this lifestyle, they just talk the street
Bitches everywhere, can’t get ‘em off of me
With this mojo I’m feeling like Austin P
Remember days had the mask on, no Halloween
OG told me young nigga apply some pressure
Money right so I went head and iced the bezel
I’m so dope you can drop me and get some extras
Thinkin’ to myself man this shit now or never
I’m finna go in hard ‘cause that’s how I came
Got your bitch in a foreign thang switching lanes
I’m just dealing with the money and the shit it bring
So many damn problems you would go insane
Man, I’m dealin’ with too much at one time right now
Man, I’m f**kin’ two bitches at one time right now
Man, my nigga dead but it feel like he right here
Tellin’ me man, Yo this your year
ELO voices all in my ear, for real

Easy Life – Afters Lyrics

Azlyrics

[Verse 1]
She’s a rich girl, Persian rug and trust fund
Barely standing but she’s never had so much fun
I just need a little bit of peace, take me far away
I just need a little light relief

Hold up wait what did you say?
Too busy lost in the bass
I’m easily lost in this place
I can feel it in my brain I’m coming up
One too many in this place I’ve had enough, yeah

[Chorus]
She said you don’t really know me
Said she’s got the OG playlist straight from ’03
Keep it on the low, are you coming for afters
Are you coming for afters

Who’s got the house key
All these girls at uni
Like yeah my daddy’s rich but no one understands me
Are you coming for afters
Are you coming for afters

[Verse 2]
Location services are rinsing all my battery
Despite the read receipts you don’t get back to me
I just need a little bit of peace, take me far away
I just need a little light relief

Nothing was the same when we woke up
She don’t wanna smoke up
Conspiracy theories still chew my ear off on the sofa
I’ve got to shoot soon, hope it’s on my bus route
Carpet stains and painkillers I’ll be on the move

[Chorus]
She said you don’t really know me
Said she’s got the OG playlist straight from ’03
Keep it on the low, are you coming for afters
Are you coming for afters

Who’s got the house key
All these girls from uni
Like yeah my daddy’s rich but no one understands me
Are you coming for afters
Are you coming for afters

She said you don’t really know me
Said she’s got the OG playlist straight from ’03
Keep it on the low, are you coming for afters
Are you coming for afters, yeah

Who’s got the house key
All these girls at uni
Like yeah my daddy’s rich but no one understands me
Are you coming for afters
I’ll see you at afters

[Verse 3]
We’re running low on this cheap wine
You float across the room and beauty’s redefined
Come draw me a silver line
I will slip and see me slide
The motion in your glide or the focus in your eyes babe

I find it hard to concentrate
Let’s take a minute take a break
Let’s get away
I need a holiday, puff pass medicate
Afters got me feeling like there’s nothing else to say babe
You taught me a lesson
I was busy second guessing all your gestures, I was stressing
But nah I’m cool now
I’m calm now
I’m good now

Mustard – On God Lyrics (feat. A$ap Ferg & A$ap Rocky)

Azlyrics

[Intro: A$AP Ferg]
Y’all already know how I’m rockin’
Mustard on the beat, ho
Here we go, let’s go

[Chorus: A$AP Ferg]
On God, your diamonds don’t dance like this
You ain’t got no soldiers takin’ no chance like this, on God
Now ain’t nobody triller than this
Go anywhere around the world, nobody realer than this, on God
I be nappin’ in the Hamptons
I just got an architect to build a big ass mansion, on God
Now I’m ready for expansion
And my old bitch left me but I swear I’m so handsome

[Verse 1: YG]
On God, I got in with the nine millimeter
On God, I’m in the red Lamborghini, a two-seater
On God, I’m in hard bottoms, these ain’t sneakers
I need a bad bitch, half ho, half diva
On God, it ain’t ever been no bitch in me
I’m aggressive with these hoes, ain’t no soft shit in me
Niggas know it’s three-nine-seven plus three (4Hunnid)
At the top, who you see, shit, me, me, and me
She wanna kick it after we f**k, I don’t do kung-fu
If your friend a bustdown that mean you one too
If your friend a bustdown that mean you one too
If I whip the dick out, bitch, what you gon’ do?
I’m in the red coupe, I call it SuWoop
I got voices in my head like, “SuWoo, SuWoo”
Don’t believe the hype, these nigga lie in the booth
I’m a good-lookin’ rapper, I ain’t lyin’ to you

[Chorus: A$AP Ferg & YG]
On God, your diamonds don’t dance like this (4Hunnid)
You ain’t got no soldiers takin’ no chance like this, on God
Now ain’t nobody triller than this
Go anywhere around the world, nobody realer than this, on God
I be nappin’ in the Hamptons
I just got an architect to build a big ass mansion, on God
Now I’m ready for expansion
And my old bitch left me but I swear I’m so handsome, on God

[Verse 2: A$AP Rocky & A$AP Ferg]
Life’s a beach, hittin’ licks like a lease
Gettin’ licked like your teeth
Runnin’ shit like the cleats
On my feet, little bit, little bitch want a three
Run a threesome, then I’ma stab, no repeat
On G-O-D, they on my B-O-D
I’m with the AOD, it’s a G-O, here we go
I’m G double O-D, good, I’m a OG
Three, triple OG, hold it down, P-O-P (Here we go, let’s go)
I can’t stand a ho with no rhythm
I can tell if the ass factual or fiction
I can’t really tell if she twerkin’ or twitchin’
How many of you hoes out there really Christians?
On God, have the fella pass the petition
Shorty learn to clean house like she pack for eviction
Learnin’ for a class, or a cast, or audition
Change your forecast, throw the cash on a bitch

[Chorus: A$AP Ferg]
On God, your diamonds don’t dance like this
You ain’t got no soldiers takin’ no chance like this, on God
Now ain’t nobody triller than this
Go anywhere around the world, nobody realer than this, on God
I be nappin’ in the Hamptons
I just got an architect to build a big ass mansion, on God
Now I’m ready for expansion
And my old bitch left me but I swear I’m so handsome, on God

[Verse 3: A$AP Ferg]
Big mansion, chicks dancin’, uh
Prayed for it and the shit happened, uh
Left Prada with ten jackets, uh
Bitch solid and I’m mismatchin’, uh
Sick and tired of the chit-chattin’, uh
I been ballin’, this is just practice, uh
Blow twenty, sorry, Ms. Jackson, uh
Went West and I went platinum, on God
I’m back with my bro YG
To put you niggas in the pit, like deodorant be
I done came everything I was chosen to be
How I’m at the dinner party with Hova and Bey
‘Cause I’m bustin’ door-to-door like Jehovah with thieves
And now my whole family be rolling with me
Made my mom the accountant, little brother got talent
And my Uncle T-Berg handle security

[Chorus: A$AP Ferg]
On God, your diamonds don’t dance like this
You ain’t got no soldiers takin’ no chance like this, on God
Now ain’t nobody triller than this
Go anywhere around the world, nobody realer than this, on God
I be nappin’ in the Hamptons
I just got an architect to build a big ass mansion, on God
Now I’m ready for expansion
And my old bitch left me but I swear I’m so handsome, on God (T-Raww)

[Verse 4: Tyga]
Pray for me, niggas love and hate me, bunch of Judas’
All this money make you evil, I won’t give in to it
Imitate my lifestyle, but they ain’t been through it
Think you know my plays, re-route ’em, Cam Newton
Factory Patek, blood, sweat, tears, yes
Buy your mom a house, then we could talk then (Nigga)
I got four payroll, I’m the big man (Nigga)
Ten toes, never fold, stick to the plan
New mansion, gotta keep advancing
Outlandish, Maybach when I land it
Black bandit, run up in it, no manners
Gotta keep up with the pace like Indiana
Leave ’em white in the face like the masked phantom
I’ma f**k her all night ’til she can’t stand up
Got the Bugatti in red like the devil dancin’
And he keep tryna call, I won’t answer him

[Chorus: A$AP Ferg]
On God, your diamonds don’t dance like this
You ain’t got no soldiers takin’ no chance like this, on God
Now ain’t nobody triller than this
Go anywhere around the world, nobody realer than this, on God
I be nappin’ in the Hamptons
I just got an architect to build a big ass mansion, on God
Now I’m ready for expansion
And my old bitch left me but I swear I’m so handsome, on God

[Outro: Mustard]
Jesus

G-Eazy – Full Time Cappers Lyrics

Azlyrics

Play this song

[Intro]
G-Eazy, what up?
From the Bay to the universe
JetsonMade another one

[Chorus: French Montana]
Fuck a scrimmage, this ain’t practice
We put asses in the rafters
Fuck on bitches that got boyfriends
But they boyfriends full time cappers
Full time cappers
Bitch, I fold them like a futon mattress
We don’t fuck with full time cappers
We don’t fuck with full time cappers

[Verse 1: G-Eazy]
Fuck you talkin’ ’bout, bitch? You sound stupid, you sound childish
I might pull up in that classic 1965 low mileage
Slimane should be my stylist, mixin’ new Celine with Palace
Drink liquor all night, green juice all day, life’s all about balance, listen (Yee)
Think before you talk, there might just be some goons around us (Ayy)
You trippin’ and tonight you gon’ find out how wild the town is (Be cool)
And everything’s not fiction, it ain’t nothing fake about us
Been searching for my hot girl, I told Megan bring some Stallions (Yee)
At fashion week Milan, I’m out here snatching these Italians (Ayy)
Don’t drop the ball, the only thing I drop is Platinum albums (What else?)
Drop ex hoes, drop bad habits, drop fire shit, still drop acid
Drop a pin, I’m pulling up like ‘bam-bam’ all on your mattress

[Chorus: French Montana & Moneybagg Yo]
Fuck a scrimmage, this ain’t practice
We put asses in the rafters
Fuck on bitches that got boyfriends
But they boyfriends full time cappers
Full time cappers
Bitch, I fold them like a futon mattress
We don’t fuck with full time cappers
We don’t fuck with full time cappers (G-Eazy, what it do?)

[Verse 2: Moneybagg Yo]
If you think I’m fuckin’ your bitch, ask her
I told her play her part, never
I can see right through the lie, Casper
Shot off right up to the top, NASA (Add it up)
You niggas cappers but my extendo as long as a cane (It came with a 30)
I’m not a rapper, got raised by trappers, they taught me the game (OGs)
Got on them frames by Louis (Eat it up), but I wear my heart on my sleeve (Trippin’)
These Amiris, not Trueys (No, sir), we did that in 2013 (Put it up)
Snap back, you niggas so cap, my ice clear, your water look tap
Dick in her mouth, I’m fillin’ her gap (Uh)
No rap cap, 100K in my lap

[Chorus: French Montana]
Fuck a scrimmage, this ain’t practice
We put asses in the rafters
Fuck on bitches that got boyfriends
But they boyfriends full time cappers
Full time cappers
Bitch, I fold them like a futon mattress
We don’t fuck with full time cappers
We don’t fuck with full time cappers

[Verse 3: G-Eazy]
Bitch, you not a factor (You not), you just an actor (Ayy)
Hit her from the back (Ayy), she got it backwards (Uh)
Feel like I’m the shit (Shit), like, “Where my Pampers?” (You know)
Thousand dollar tip, yeah (For what?) For all the dancers (Whoo)
Took a stylish bitch (Ayy) right to the Hamptons
Now she on the injured list, yeah (Why?) ‘Cause she was active
They be fighting for the dick, yeah, ’cause I’m attractive
Money falling on the kid, yeah, feel like a magnet
This is not an instant replay, this life for real
They gone do whatever we say, that’s la famille
Today feel just like my b-day, just signed a deal
I think she down for the three-way, she said she will
Seen that ass I want to jump on, that shit go ‘ba-bum’
Her face I want to bust on, she said “Uh-uh”
“You gon’ fuck up my makeup”, skeet on her Revlon
As-salāmu ʿalaykum, this ain’t no love song

[Chorus: French Montana ]
Fuck a scrimmage, this ain’t practice
We put asses in the rafters
Fuck on bitches that got boyfriends
But they boyfriends full time cappers
Full time cappers
Bitch, I fold them like a futon mattress
We don’t fuck with full time cappers
We don’t fuck with full time cappers

[Outro: G-Eazy]
French, I love you forever, I swear to God
Moneybagg Yo, what’s up?
Straight up

[Interlude]
You said what?
Yeah, players have fun, suckas have none
What’s the word of the day, OG?
Well, the good book said wasn’t gonna be but a few and I’m one of ’em
A lot was called, but only a few was real with ’em, wa— was chosen
You know, you be true to the game, the game be true to you
And treat ya people right, ’cause the same people you meet goin’ up the same people you meet comin’— you goin’ down

YoungBoy Never Broke Again – Rebel’s Kick It Lyrics

Azlyrics

Play this song

[Intro]
Wheezy outta here
Ain’t no goin’ back, my nigga Wheezy on the track
Yeah
Yeah

[Chorus]
Can I take a minute for to tell you how I’m living? Yeah
I’d rather show you, fuck the critics, I’ma try leave out the killing
Young nigga pull up in that Bentley with no head
This a motion picture from the trenches, check how a nigga kick it
For a lil’ big benji, pop out, get wheelied, yeah
Whole lot of big benjis, fuck ’round, I spend it, yeah
Strapped down, I’m with it, fuck ’round and I hit it, yeah
Sending God my wishes, still got some pending, yeah

[Verse 1]
I’m with some hoes more realer than these niggas, and that’s a fact
I’m with my bros more triller than these bitches, understand that
Youngin from the slums and he don’t wanna tote no pistol, we ain’t heard of that
I’ma let him play it, we coming from a pencil, he don’t know ’bout a trap, nah
Get trapped in fucking with these hoes, she just want a baby
More deep into life, he worried ’bout his goals, she think it’s crazy
All through the night, back to back hearin’ them poles, this shit amazing
In his hood, he don’t see no greatness, he gon’ grow or let it faze him
Nigga fade him
Got some OG’s in the hood gon’ ride ’bout him
They like that he keep his head in them books so they won’t let you slime ’bout him
Police probably slide on him
Only for to see if he got that fire on him
But youngin ain’t gettin’ that, he ain’t feelin’ that
So he learned to hide on ’em
Now let me tell you that I’m a different breed
Had my first baby at 16, no Plan B, I had one dream
And it was something like Luther King, wanted for to keep the peace but couldn’t
Turned 17, ‘fore you knew it, me and Ben was hopping from out of bushes
At them bitch ass niggas
Shit, you gon’ die or you gon’ take one? Nigga, what’s your answer?
You up that fire, you better break one, nigga, what’s the hassle?
Still to this day, I’m on FaceTime talkin’ with the pastor
Like is they with me or against me, probably want me splattered

[Chorus]
Can I take a minute for to tell you how I’m living? Yeah
I’d rather show you, fuck the critics, I’ma try leave out the killing
Young nigga pull up in that Bentley with no head
This a motion picture from the trenches, check how a nigga kick it

[Verse 2]
What you thinkin’ ’bout, what you hearin’ ’bout? I’ma see about it, nigga (I’m with you)
You got twenty on that nigga head, then make it forty, nigga
Shit, you know me still on dummy, I’ll put a hundred, nigga
For to see you smile, I risk my life, that’s on my mama, nigga
You was with me at rock bottom, nigga, I ain’t forget it
When I wanted to slide, they ain’t wan’ drive me, nigga, and you was with it
When I was hollerin’, “Who want problems?” You was holdin’ up your semi
I kept on sayin’ I’ma burn this bitch down, you was tellin’ me, “Let’s get it”

[Interlude]
My day one, you my brother
And I love you to death
I’ll never go against you
I ain’t never put anything before you
Not these diamonds, not this money
Or neither these hoes, whatever goes

[Chorus]
Can I take a minute for to tell you how I’m living? Yeah
I’d rather show you, fuck the critics, I’ma try leave out the killing
Young nigga pull up in that Bentley with no head
This a motion picture from the trenches, check how a nigga kick it
For a lil’ big benji, pop out, get wheelied, yeah
Whole lot of big benjis, fuck ’round, I spend it, yeah
Strapped down, I’m with it, fuck ’round and I hit it, yeah
Sending God my wishes, still got some pending, yeah

[Outro]
Yeah, Wheezy laid the beat
I’m slimeball for real
I spin it, yeah