Katie Tropp – Slackers Lyrics (feat. Lecxs Ahziz)

[Verse 1: Lecxs Ahziz]

I’m ready for whatever, call ya bluff
Stand in my way, ya chin gets touched
On my calisthenics, skin is roughed up
Keep flapping ya gums, keep getting f**ked up

You found the right one, got some screws loose
Yall trying to surrender, f**k calling a truce
Nuclear type heat, devastation produced
OJ like the juice, weak cats get bruised

Call up the cell, send some emails
Lecxs bringing heat, sleet, snow, and hail
Never will you prosper, just epic fails
Crucifying slackers wit shells instead of nails

Yall need to understand you not at my table
I’m Lecxs Ahziz CEO of the label
Keep 2 cars, 2 bikes, and a truck in my stable
So if ya wanna be nosey, here a round for ya navel

[Hook: Katie Tropp]

We be on the grind
Ain’t got not time
To be dealin’ with you…SLACKERS!

We be on the grind
Ain’t got not time
To be dealin’ with you…SLACKERS!

We be on the grind
Ain’t got not time
To be dealin’ with you…SLACKERS!

We be on the grind
Ain’t got not time
To be dealin’ with you…SLACKERS!

[Verse 2: Katie Tropp]

If there’s one thing that I hate it’s a lazy ass bitch
Who does a whole lot of talkin’ but ain’t doing shit
Sit on your fat ass and complain about sitch
Got no idea what motivation is
It ain’t you it’s always everyone else
Believe every lie that you telling yourself
Pixie dust in your face you stuck in a fairy tale
As soon as the truth hits you won’t take it that well
You got phony self-esteem and no ambition
Your agenda for the day is to zone out on Netflix
Stuff your f**king face in the kitchen
Your way of life is a shitty existence
If I were you I would kill myself
You’re a waste of space you will never excel
I know I’m harsh and I’m going to hell
I just shrug my shoulders and say “Oh Well?!”

[Hook: Katie Tropp]

We be on the grind
Ain’t got not time
To be dealin’ with you…SLACKERS!

We be on the grind
Ain’t got not time
To be dealin’ with you…SLACKERS!

We be on the grind
Ain’t got not time
To be dealin’ with you…SLACKERS!

We be on the grind
Ain’t got not time
To be dealin’ with you…SLACKERS!

Elujay – Onetime! Lyrics

[Intro]
Onetime, we gon’ do this one time (x2)

[Verse]
Heard you rolling round the town, like you own this bitch
Who gon’ roll some ones with me, who gon’ really quote this shit
Tendencies aggressive when I’m sipping on the ocean liq
I just wanna take it back, no suit and ties or corporates
Know you talented, boy you better rep the town
I said it for the city, Jentrify will put you down
Know some East Oakland niggas every pack around
Know some chubbies and they mother when they hear the sound
I been battling my flaws and all my fallacies
This an intro to my life and our reality
We’re blessed to the bone until eternity
I just do it for the city, this is still in me
You that sip of that OJ in the morning
I got you if you really need it, if you want it
Imma put that on my set, that’s on my momma
We gon’ resonate the passion in the moment

[Bridge]
This one for the children in the projects
We gon win it, like the Warriors, peep the process
Taking dubs all year, no losses
For my niggas in the town, know you’re watching (onetime!)

[Hook]
Onetime, we gon’ do this onetime
Onetime, we gon’ do this onetime
Onetime, we gon’ do this onetime
Yeah

We’re blessed (x15)

Will you come back to me
Will you come back to me? (x4)

[Bridge]
[Hook]

Lil Tracy – I got da juice i got da sauce Lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah, damn I feel like Soulja Boy with all this juice, man
I feel like a damn rockstar with all this sauce nigga, you feel me
[Chorus]
I got the sauce, I got the juice, yeah
Aye, I got the sauce, I got the juice, yuh
Look, I got the sauce (juice), I got the juice (sauce), I got the sauce, I got the juice (juice)
[Verse]
You tryna’ fuck a bitch, I’m tryna’ get rich
Tryna’ upgrade my wrist
Tryna’ upgrade my wrist
Tryna’ upgrade my wrist
I stepped inside the room, niggas looking pissed
Smoking boof, smell like someone pissed
Why yo’ bitch acting like she need some dick, aye
Why yo’ bitch acting like she need some dick, aye
Yuh, she gon’ lick my bracelet, aye
Yuh, Shawty nasty doing tricks, aye (Ugh, aye)
Yuh, Now she telling her best friend, yeah
Aye, I’ma fuck her and her best friend, aye
[Chorus]
Got the sauce, I got the juice (juice), I got the sauce (sauce), I got the juice (juice), I got the sauce (juice), I got the juice (juice)
Yeah, I got the sauce (juice), I got the juice (sauce), I got the sauce (juice), I got the juice (sauce), I got the sauce (juice), I got the juice (juice)
[Verse]
I got the juice, I feel like OJ da juiceman
I’ma fuck a bitch I met off Instagram
Aye, niggas don’t like me wait til’ I get those bands, aye
Yuh, I’ma make my wrist match my rims, yuh
Look, I’ma make my wrist match my rims, yuh
Aye, I got the juice, I got the sauce, I got the juice, I got the sauce, I want a stomach like Rick Ross (stomach like Rick Ross, yuh)
I wanna floss like Mike Jones
Candy paint wrist same color bubblegum, aye, yuh
Yuh, got the sauce, got the juice, I got the sauce, I got the juice, bitch
[Outro]
Got the sauce, I got the juice, I got the sauce, I got the juice, I got the sauce, I got the juice, aye
Yuh, got the sauce, got the juice, got the sauce, got the juice, yuh, aye, yuh

Drake – Forever (Remix) Lyrics

[Chorus: Drake]
It may not mean nothin’ to y’all
But understand, nothin’ was done for me
So I don’t plan on stoppin’ at all
I want this shit forever, man—ever, man—ever, man
I’m shuttin’ shit down in the mall
And tellin’ every girl she the one for me And I ain’t even plannin’ to call
I want this shit forever, man—ever, man—ever, man

[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]
Shit, nigga, this what I does
I sware I ain’t lyon, like this is my cubs
This is my club, and I’m dirty in the summer, bitch
Weezy F Baby, and I lookin like I does some shit
You ain’t know nothin bitch, you better know who you fuckin with
Try to fuck me, I kill you, and who you comin with
No homo, T, I had to go stupid
I’m on the high heals, but I am no Cupid
Hollands Avinue, ridin with the roof gone
On the Mayback, 2 tone, and my rymms are too brown
That mean they 24s, boy, what you on
I’m richer than a bitch without the gray coupon
I’m talkin out of my head, I make a blue eyed bitch just admire my red
I’m a Blood, motherfucker, a Blood, motherfucker
Forever like ETC peariods, good, motherfucker

[Chorus: Drake]
It may not mean nothin’ to y’all
But understand, nothin’ was done for me
So I don’t plan on stoppin’ at all
I want this shit forever, man—ever, man—ever, man
I’m shuttin’ shit down in the mall
And tellin’ every girl she the one for me And I ain’t even plannin’ to call
I want this shit forever, man—ever, man—ever, man

[Verse 2: Drake]
I’m so unsigned, it would blow one’s mind
Cause every single record I am so unkind
There is no holes bard, there is no love lost
Nigga, this that crack and you know rugs cost
So PAY UP, I don’t think you will ever find another nigga like me
Never LIE, I got everything I tell them I got
This young nigga show boat like I’m sellin a yacht
Who else tryna smoke, me too
Cause take my mind off the Pressure, that’s what Weed do
Your girl wetter than the bottom of a Ski-do
And take a bitch from any nigga is what we do
So bite down, hoe, or get the right dentist
I told Wayne I’m going in, like a life sentence
And understand, I send shots at who it’s meant for
Never had a mentor, coppy that, 10 4

[Chorus: Drake]
It may not mean nothin’ to y’all
But understand, nothin’ was done for me
So I don’t plan on stoppin’ at all
I want this shit forever, man—ever, man—ever, man
I’m shuttin’ shit down in the mall
And tellin’ every girl she the one for me And I ain’t even plannin’ to call
I want this shit forever, man—ever, man—ever, man

[Verse 3: Kidd Kidd]
Kidd Kidd!
Put on my OJ gloves, I’m gonna kill this shit
Make a plumber throgh his plundger, I can’t deal with this shit
You say I’m throghed off, I stay on pitch
The flow ain’t formal, I don’t slack on shit
Bitch, I’m back on my shit, like a fly
Since you ain’t fly, throgh you off the roof, fly
Like Pooky, take a Dooky on a rap producer, throgh the trash out the window like Lukey
To a shark, you just Sooshy
You ain’t hard, you cucci
Wally, Oochi, so this newborn booty
I say I’m movin slow, I’m just thinkin fast
Look back, I ain’t behind you, about to lap your ass
And I’m gonna rest up, till my times up
I be the tech chef, all my beef prime cut
This ain’t chorus lines, nigga, your choruses lyon
Cause the only point you ever gained, was a one

[Chorus: Drake]
It may not mean nothin’ to y’all
But understand, nothin’ was done for me
So I don’t plan on stoppin’ at all
I want this shit forever, man—ever, man—ever, man
I’m shuttin’ shit down in the mall
And tellin’ every girl she the one for me And I ain’t even plannin’ to call
I want this shit forever, man—ever, man—ever, man

Remy Ma – Wake Me Up (feat. Lil’ Kim)

[Verse 1: Remy Ma]
If Peter Piper picked ’em, I bet you Remy duffed ’em
I told you not to touch ’em, it’s not up for discussion!
All my clothes is custom, straight from France
My hands like Mayweather’s, all my friends 8 and better!
I get a lot of money, honey
Queen Bitch, inf beam bitch
Body a guy for my guy make you a meme bitch
I’m his dream bitch
Mean bitch, take one for the team bitch!

[Hook: Lil’ Kim]
Wake me up, mmm, when the mornin’ come
You bitches ain’t humble ‘nough
Mmm, when the mornin’ come
Mmm, when the mornin’ come!
Wake me up, mmm, when the mornin’ come
Mmm, when the mornin’ come
Mmm, when the mornin’ come
These fake-ass bitches is done
So wake me up early!

[Verse 2: Remy Ma]
I’m rich, I’mma stay that bitch!
You fake-ass bitch, you owe homage, pay that shit!
Spray that fif’, the crown, I’mma take that shit
‘Cause you a clown and Homey don’t play that shit!
See, they ain’t slick, be talkin’ all cray and shit
And then you see ’em, they be like that they ain’t say that shit!
I hate that shit, I can make or break your shit
See, I got options, don’t make me weigh them shits!
I heard he lay that dick, you let him filet that fish
You just met him, how he bae that quick?
I’ll say it to your face, don’t gotta relay that shit
If Nick-ole a Kid-man, OJ that bitch!
Take that trip, get money, make that lick
Take your pick; that’s your set, claim that clique!
Bitch, you so thirsty, obey that shit
If that’s your dog, I suggest you go train that bitch!

[Hook: Lil’ Kim]
Wake me up, mmm, when the mornin’ come
You bitches ain’t humble ‘nough
Mmm, when the mornin’ come
Mmm, when the mornin’ come!
Wake me up, mmm, when the mornin’ come
Mmm, when the mornin’ come
Mmm, when the mornin’ come
These fake-ass bitches is done
So wake me up early!

[Bridge: Lil’ Kim]
Kimmy B don’t trust ’em, I bet you Remy bust
Got these niggas on lock, but we never cuff!
If Kimmy B don’t trust ’em, I bet you Remy bust
Got these niggas on lock, but we never cuff!
If Queen Bee don’t trust ’em, I bet you Remy bust
Got these niggas on lock, but we never cuff!
If Queen Bee don’t trust ’em, I bet you Remy bust
Got these niggas on lock, but we never cuff!

[Hook: Lil’ Kim]
Wake me up, mmm, when the mornin’ come
You bitches ain’t humble ‘nough
Mmm, when the mornin’ come
Mmm, when the mornin’ come!
Wake me up, mmm, when the mornin’ come
Mmm, when the mornin’ come
Mmm, when the mornin’ come
These fake-ass bitches is done
So wake me up early!

Remy Ma Feat. Lil Kim – Wake Me Up Lyrics


(Verse 1: Remy Ma)
If Peter Piper picked ’em, I bet you Remy ducked ’em
I told you not to touch ’em, it’s not up for discussion!
All my clothes is custom, straight from France
My hands like Mayweather’s, all my friends 8 and better!
I get a lot of money, honey
Queen b*tch I been, b*tch
Body a guy for my guy make you a mean b*tch
I’m his dream b*tch
Mean b*tch, take one for the team b*tch!

(Hook: Lil’ Kim)
Wake me up, mmm, when the mornin’ come
You b*tches ain’t humble ‘nough
Mmm, when the mornin’ come
Mmm, when the mornin’ come!
Wake me up, mmm, when the mornin’ come
Mmm, when the mornin’ come
Mmm, when the mornin’ come
These fake-ass b*tches is done
So wake me up early!

(Verse 2: Remy Ma)
I’m rich, I’mma stay that b*tch!
You fake-ass b*tch, you owe homage, pay that sh*t!
Spray that fif’, the crown, I’mma take that sh*t
‘Cause you a clown and Homey don’t play that sh*t!
See, they ain’t slick, be talkin’ all cray and sh*t
And then you see ’em, they be like that they ain’t say that sh*t!
I hate that sh*t, I can make or break your sh*t
See, I got options, don’t make me weigh them sh*ts!
I heard he lay that dick, you let him filet that fish
You just met ‘im, how he bae that quick?
I’ll say it to your face, don’t gotta relay that sh*t
If Nick-ole a Kid-man, OJ that b*tch!
Take that trip, get money, make that lick
Take your pick; that’s your set, claim that clique!
B*tch, you so thirsty, obey that sh*t
If that’s your dog, I suggest you go train that b*tch!

(Hook: Lil’ Kim)
Wake me up, mmm, when the mornin’ come
You b*tches ain’t humble ‘nough
Mmm, when the mornin’ come
Mmm, when the mornin’ come!
Wake me up, mmm, when the mornin’ come
Mmm, when the mornin’ come
Mmm, when the mornin’ come
These fake-ass b*tches is done
So wake me up early!

(Bridge: Lil’ Kim)
Kimmy B don’t trust ’em, I bet you Remy bust
Got these niggas on lock, but we never cuff!
Kimmy B don’t trust ’em, I bet you Remy bust
Got these niggas on lock, but we never cuff!
If Queen Bee don’t trust ’em, I bet you Remy bust
Got these niggas on lock, but we never cuff!
If Queen Bee don’t trust ’em, I bet you Remy bust
Got these niggas on lock, but we never cuff!

(Hook: Lil’ Kim)
Wake me up, mmm, when the mornin’ come
You b*tches ain’t humble ‘nough
Mmm, when the mornin’ come
Mmm, when the mornin’ come!
Wake me up, mmm, when the mornin’ come
Mmm, when the mornin’ come
Mmm, when the mornin’ come
These fake-ass b*tches is done
So wake me up early!

Remy Ma – Wake Me Up Lyrics

[Verse 1: Remy Ma]
If Peter Piper picked ’em, I bet you Remy ducked ’em
I told you not to touch ’em, it’s not up for discussion!
All my clothes is custom, straight from France
My hands like Mayweather’s, all my friends 8 and better!
I get a lot of money, honey
Queen Bitch I been, bitch
Body a guy for my guy make you a mean bitch
I’m his dream bitch
Mean bitch, take one for the team bitch!

[Hook: Lil’ Kim]
Wake me up, mmm, when the mornin’ come
You bitches ain’t humble ‘nough
Mmm, when the mornin’ come
Mmm, when the mornin’ come!
Wake me up, mmm, when the mornin’ come
Mmm, when the mornin’ come
Mmm, when the mornin’ come
These fake-ass bitches is done
So wake me up early!

[Verse 2: Remy Ma]
I’m rich, I’mma stay that bitch!
You fake-ass bitch, you owe homage, pay that shit!
Spray that fif’, the crown, I’mma take that shit
‘Cause you a clown and Homey don’t play that shit!
See, they ain’t slick, be talkin’ all cray and shit
And then you see ’em, they be like that they ain’t say that shit!
I hate that shit, I can make or break your shit
See, I got options, don’t make me weigh them shits!
I heard he lay that dick, you let him filet that fish
You just met ‘im, how he bae that quick?
I’ll say it to your face, don’t gotta relay that shit
If Nick-ole a Kid-man, OJ that bitch!
Take that trip, get money, make that lick
Take your pick; that’s your set, claim that clique!
Bitch, you so thirsty, obey that shit
If that’s your dog, I suggest you go train that bitch!

[Hook: Lil’ Kim]
Wake me up, mmm, when the mornin’ come
You bitches ain’t humble ‘nough
Mmm, when the mornin’ come
Mmm, when the mornin’ come!
Wake me up, mmm, when the mornin’ come
Mmm, when the mornin’ come
Mmm, when the mornin’ come
These fake-ass bitches is done
So wake me up early!

[Bridge: Lil’ Kim]
Kimmy B don’t trust ’em, I bet you Remy bust
Got these niggas on lock, but we never cuff!
Kimmy B don’t trust ’em, I bet you Remy bust
Got these niggas on lock, but we never cuff!
If Queen Bee don’t trust ’em, I bet you Remy bust
Got these niggas on lock, but we never cuff!
If Queen Bee don’t trust ’em, I bet you Remy bust
Got these niggas on lock, but we never cuff!

[Hook: Lil’ Kim]
Wake me up, mmm, when the mornin’ come
You bitches ain’t humble ‘nough
Mmm, when the mornin’ come
Mmm, when the mornin’ come!
Wake me up, mmm, when the mornin’ come
Mmm, when the mornin’ come
Mmm, when the mornin’ come
These fake-ass bitches is done
So wake me up early!

Right to it – Louis the Child feat. Ashe lyrics

Lyrics Louis the Child – Right to it

If you want it, we can get right to it
Mix some vodka with some OJ
Skip the mornin’ and let’s get right to it
Put your hands on my body.

Me and my friends poppin’
No we don’t need no man to be gettin’ on down
Know how I like it
Like it versuri-lyrics.info
Don’t need no excuse to be doin’ this here
You poppin’, KC and the Sunshine Band
That’s the way I like it
Like it.

Sippin’ so much Goose that you could call me geese
Sippin’ so much Goose that you could call me geese
Feel like I can fly when you are next to me
Feel like I can fly when you are next to me.

If you want it, we can get right to it
Mix some vodka with some OJ
Skip the mornin’ and let’s get right to it
Put your hands on my body
If you want it, we can get right to it
Mix some vodka with some OJ
Skip the mornin’ and let’s get right to it
Put your hands on my body
On my body.

Now it’s almost 2 and somebody passed out
Dropped my phone in the pool, lost my keys in the couch
But that’s the way I like it
Like it.

Sippin’ so much Goose that you could call me geese
Sippin’ so much Goose that you could call me geese
Feel like I can fly when you are next to me
Feel like I can fly when you are next to me.

If you want it, we can get right to it
Mix some vodka with some OJ
Skip the mornin’ and let’s get right tooo it
Put your hands on my body
If you want it, we can get right tooo it
Mix some vodka with some OJ
Skip the mornin’ and let’s get right tooo it
Put your hands on my body
On my body.

Body
On my, on my body
Body
On my, on my body
Body
On my, on my body
On my body
On my, on my body
On my body
On my bodyyy.
Louis the CHild lyrics
Video it

P-Lo – Template

SF fitted gold grill in
Suzy on the beat watch me kill it
All I do is go up like the ceiling
Curry with the shot watch me shimmy
I ain’t timid
They ain’t heard this in a minute
Real bay boy ain’t no gimmick
Nah I don’t trap
I just hit hoes and make whap
Everytime I’m on it it’s a slap
Yeah
That’s what the hoes say
She take molly with the OJ
Seen yo bitch that’s my old thang
Killed this beat it’s a cold case
Freaky little thing roll the tree up
Send her one text wanna meet up
I don’t get top with my seat up
I hit the recline and
Give the peace sign
[?]
Red Button not the green one
Ultralight how I beam up
Want a hot towel when she clean up
When you a real boy you don’t need much
I can make something outta nada
Lightskin thang call me dada
[?] got a lot of
I ain’t with that shit that you brought up
Yeah they heads what I’m coming for
I’m on the wave while they run the shore
Yeah they want it but I want It more
How you running when I got the torch
Yeah I swear I’m getting started up
Push a button when I start it up
She always tell me that I’m hard as fuck
Pretty thang got me hard as fuck
I wanna see what it do tho
Baby you know
All the hoes wanna kick it like I’m teaching judo
And I’m the sensei
You ain’t one I’m the template

Pitbull – Green Light (feat. Flo Rida & Lunchmoney Lewis)

[Pitbull]
Mister 305!
(Flo-Rida and Lunch Money!)
Three Miami boys, you know what time it is…

Give me the greenlight, oh yeah
Cause I’m ready to go
Let’s have a good time, let’s go
What you waiting for you
You only got one life, one life
And we gon’ live it up
Give me the greenlight, give it to me
Cause I’m ready to go, oh, oh, oh
Wee-oh, wee-oh, wee-oh, oh, oh
Cause I’m ready to go, oh, oh, oh
Wee-oh, wee-oh, wee-oh, oh, oh
Give me the green light…!

I got the greenlight mami and you know what that means
That we could do anything, anything that you dream
I wanna make you ooh, ah, until you scream
And I practice what I preach, if you know what I mean
I’mma ride that mami, yeah I got the key and I’mma lock that mami
Yeah, we can roll and I’mma rock that mami
I do what I say and say what I mean, now let me jump in between
I’m getting loose in this thing, like OJ the Juice in this thing
Feeling like Left Eye, boy, I burn the roof in this thing
I got all the women getting naked, feeling like Luke in this thing
Think it’s a game
Now I got the weed lit and the green right
All I need is mami for you to give me the greenlight
So I can run through it like an easy pass
Find the G-spot and step on the gas

[Lunchmoney Lewis]
Give me the greenlight, oh yeah
Cause I’m ready to go
Let’s have a good time, let’s go
What you waiting for you
You only got one life, one life
And we gon’ live it up
Give me the greenlight, give it to me
Cause I’m ready to go, oh, oh, oh
Wee-oh, wee-oh, wee-oh, oh, oh
Cause I’m ready to go, oh, oh, oh
Wee-oh, wee-oh, wee-oh, oh, oh
Give me the green light…!

[Flo Rida]
Baby, I got the Midas, I’m Flo-Rida
You know I’m all about that thing
If she ready then I’m ready
Pull up on her with the Chevy
Real talk when that light turn green
(Let go)
Give me what I ask for, I got a passport
Mister international, I hit the airport
If you knew the kind of work that I transport
That Rihanna do me dirt to the crash course
I like to clean this, lean this
I fly to Venus, Flo a Genius, Phoenix
You’ve never seen this, I have a dream this
That 200 on the dashboard, got me fiending
So I’m tryna ride out, hide out
Tide these stripes, indie 500, vibe out
Whyl out, shot out
Beehive, hit the honeycomb

Give me the greenlight
Cause I’m ready to go
Let’s have a good time
What you waiting for you
You only got one life
And we gon’ live it up
Give me the greenlight, let’s go
Cause I’m ready to go, oh, oh, oh
Wee-oh, wee-oh, wee-oh, oh, oh
Cause I’m ready to go, oh, oh, oh
Wee-oh, wee-oh, wee-oh, oh, oh
(Right now, right now)
Give me the greenlight

Redlight, greenlight
Everybody take a shot
Redlight, greenlight
Give me everything you got
Redlight, greenlight
Everybody take a shot
Redlight, greenlight
What you waiting for?

Give me the greenlight, oh yeah
Cause I’m ready to go
Let’s have a good time, let’s go
What you waiting for you
You only got one life, one life
And we gon’ live it up
Give me the greenlight, give it to me
Cause I’m ready to go, oh, oh, oh
Wee-oh, wee-oh, wee-oh, oh, oh
Cause I’m ready to go, oh, oh, oh
Wee-oh, wee-oh, wee-oh, oh, oh
(Right now, right now…)

(Give me the green light…!)

Choppa Zoe – Okay Okay

[Hook]
I’m doing good, ok, ok, ok
They be hating but that’s ok, ok, ok
My bitch bad, yours ok, ok, ok
I’m getting money, they respect it, ok, ok
Doing good, ok, ok, ok
They be hating but that’s ok, ok, ok
My bitch bad, yours ok, ok, ok
I’m getting money, they respect it, ok, ok

[Verse 1]
He be snitching man he singing, karaoke
It’s ok, I don’t fuck with niggas, no way
I might kill ‘em, then I run off like I’m OJ
In that Bronco, can they catch me? nigga no way
They be hating, boy I get it four ways
I ain’t shit and shaved boy in four days
Cause it’s still kickin’, pushin’, I ain’t Lupe
These niggas worse than bitches, they some groupies

[Hook]
I’m doing good, ok, ok, ok
They be hating but that’s ok, ok, ok
My bitch bad, yours ok, ok, ok
I’m getting money, they respect it, ok, ok
Doing good, ok, ok, ok
They be hating but that’s ok, ok, ok
My bitch bad, yours ok, ok, ok
I’m getting money, they respect it, ok, ok

[Verse 2]
In the hood, know I’m ok ok
Black bottles, we don’t even do the Rosé
I hope you talkin’ money, you approach me
Cause I been on my grizzle since them two ways
Y’all pussys faker than some toupées
Dope proceed to tell me push for two days
In this game, man it’s only going two ways
Up or down, so I want to make it my way

[Hook]
I’m doing good, ok, ok, ok
They be hating but that’s ok, ok, ok
My bitch bad, yours ok, ok, ok
I’m getting money, they respect it, ok, ok
Doing good, ok, ok, ok
They be hating but that’s ok, ok, ok
My bitch bad, yours ok, ok, ok
I’m getting money, they respect it, ok, ok

[Verse 3]
My shawty bad, independent, she a dime
They don’t like her for no reason, that’s a crime
They don’t like me for no reason, that’s a crime
Well motherfuck ‘em ‘cause I’m really doing fine
We getting to the money, let ‘em hate
Grind from the bottom, let ‘em hate
Niggas can’t stop me, let ‘em hate
Cause now we really poppin’, let ‘em hate, ma!!!

[Hook]
I’m doing good, ok, ok, ok
They be hating but that’s ok, ok, ok
My bitch bad, yours ok, ok, ok
I’m getting money, they respect it, ok, ok
Doing good, ok, ok, ok
They be hating but that’s ok, ok, ok
My bitch bad, yours ok, ok, ok
I’m getting money, they respect it, ok, ok

Tech N9ne – Choosin (feat. Brandoshis) (The Storm Deluxe Edition Album)

Had a shindig everybody in mi casa
When I was approached by a lady trying to blend me proper
When she asked if I really was the king of the choppers
Bitch, I’m Mufasa

Let me know if you rolling
Let me know if you down
‘Cause I see you choosing
You know I hold it down
Even though I came a long way from the blocks
Still wave my finger to the cops
I see you like what I got
So let me know if you rolling
Let me know if you down
I see you choosing

Aye
With this bimbo, hit this indo
Said she wanna give me hella vicious dingo
‘Bout to make the music crescendo
So don’t nobody hear me knock it out with the quickness Kimbo
So I had to get the bitch’s info
The top was mental, lovely ladies suck it, stay silento
Resemble monkey wrench though
I don’t need your credentials
We men though
Leave you in light and leave you in limbo
She chose
N9ne I’m impossible to figure and decode
She wanna really welcome me to the freak show
She fuck with the homies, Sav Siccness and Bleezo
She said that both of my homies they gave her the heave ho
But she never had me killin’ it befo’
So I gave her the meat and it was more than Rodigo
She coming to every blur party we throw
(Tim Tebow)
Fakers be oozing illusions
They said they banging, but they moving and grooving
That’s why the ladies want the dude with the fusion
Of indica oil and Keith who’d’n and coolin’
Stuffed and puffed like a Cuban
You trippin’, she left with us
You get bruised and contusions
Used and abused and fooled
‘Cause Tecca N9na, she choosin’

Let me know if you rolling
Let me know if you down
‘Cause I see you choosing
You know I hold it down
Even though I came a long way from the blocks
Still wave my finger to the cops
I see you like what I got
So let me know if you rolling
Let me know if you down
I see you choosing

Aye
Choosin’ me because I make her nod
Wanna eat my dick up like a brat
Ya niggas hope that Tecca N9na rot
They never close enough to get a shot
‘Cause I be chilling way up at the top
But we never too comfortable and thinking it won’t pop
You can bet that the heaters on my family stay cocked
And my governors ready for the petty who said he hot
‘Cause I beat, beat, beat, beat, beat her
With the d and not D Jeter
Then I found out she a queef skeeter
When I mixed OJ with the Beef-eater
Your girly’s punani it was a deep greeter
Coming at me you’ll be a hit by the peace bleeder
I’m a beast I beat beep and she’s cheater
She want me in her mouth, I will at least feed her
You know the rules of the game
Your bitch just chose me
We can handle this like we got some class or
Get into the gangster shit if you tripping low-key
Women is never nothing to steal
When you making hella bread and you go from here to Brazil
So you gotta know I’m the nigga that she wanna get to for big thrills for real

Let me know if you rolling
Let me know if you down
‘Cause I see you choosing
You know I hold it down
Even though I came a long way from the blocks
Still wave my finger to the cops
I see you like what I got
So let me know if you rolling
Let me know if you down
I see you choosing

Dumbfoundead – Safe

[Intro: Dumbfoundead]
You took me as safe
That was your first mistake
Who said I was safe

[Verse 1: Dumbfoundead]
The other night I watched the Oscars
And the roster of the only yellow men were all statues
We a quarter of the population
There’s a room of fuckin’ 1 percenters laughing at you
Fuck a bamboo ceiling, guess I gotta play the villain
ODB up at the Grammys on the mic
Like “Wu-Tang is for the children!”
Bruce Jenner is woman
OJ was acquitted
Kim K is a hero
The sky is the limit, any minute now
They gonna let an Asian brotha’ get a lead role
Shots fired I’m a reload, never saw this side of Chino
He was always quiet keeping to himself
Never messed with anybody else
That’s the Jonathan that we know

[Hook: Dumbfoundead]
Seems so safe, till one day things go cray
I swear if things don’t change
My actions can’t be blamed, (STAND UP!)
And now you gotta duck!
You know you never gave a fuck!
I came to get my cut! (fuck you, pay me)
You know I never gave a fuck!

[Verse 2: Dumbfoundead]
I ain’t never heard of none y’all fools
I can do whatever every one of y’all do
If I never get a chance
You might see the homie show up on the 5 o’ clock news
You ain’t never seen a yellow boy wild’n yellow boy shinin’ , Sound the alarm I got news
Go ahead and pro-file em’ I ain’t pro-violence
Shhhhh, silence is how yellow boys move
Its been the same ol’ thang, I swear the game don’t change
What you talking bout there ain’t no space
Guess i gotta go and make more space
You know I’m cool as a motherfucker
Chillin’ in the cut hella quiet with the loud pack
Since I’m a cool motherfucker
You think everything is safe till I ask you where the safe at!

[Hook: Dumbfoundead]
Seems so safe, till one day things go cray
I swear if things don’t change
My actions can’t be blamed, (STAND UP!)
And now you gotta duck!
You know you never gave a fuck!
I came to get my cut! (fuck you, pay me)
You know I never gave a fuck!

[Outro: Dumbfoundead]
You took me as safe
That was your first mistake
Who said I was safe

Lil Durk – Rider Chick

[Intro: Lil Durk]
She gon’ be 100, hol’ that muthafucka down
(?) you how that shit go street nigga
Know what I’m sayin’?

[Hook: Lil Durk]
She my rider chick, she on the block with these savages
She on point like a guard but she ain’t havin it
We don’t go back and forth about private shit
And she be on my block with all the packs and shit
I got a street bitch
I teach her all I know, she a street bitch
She hidin’ all my dough, she a street bitch
She gon’ go when I say go, she a street bitch

[Verse 1: Lil Durk]
See her friend and shit, I kick her ’round like Pam and shit
And I can’t stand that bitch, she tweakin’ off them Xans and shit, And I’m the man and shit
A hunnid like them cancers sticks
Street nigga, but I be on some romantic shit
She on snap wit it, I’m from the back wit it
She don’t like these rappers, but she be into these trap niggas
Tell me who be all behind my back wit it
In her DM and I’ll (?) with him
These niggas hoes, I’ll slap niggas
Bought my bitch a Birkin cause she worth it
Taught her how to be cheap, cause ain’t nobody perfect
She held me down when I was locked up
She was with me in the kitchen when that (?) locked up
She crazy, she a pop up

[Hook: Lil Durk]
She my rider chick, she on the block with these savages
She on point like a guard but she ain’t havin it
We don’t go back and forth about private shit
And she be on my block with all the packs and shit
I got a street bitch
I teach her all I know, she a street bitch
She hidin’ all my dough, she a street bitch
She gon’ go when I say go, she a street bitch

[Verse 2: Dej Loaf]
I done learned the whole game, he done taught me everythang
Do more, talk less, never say no names
Beat his case like OJ, got him out his old ways
Whippin’ work in the kitchen, call that gourmet
Playin’ with the pussy pistols, call that foreplay
Fuck him after long days, never leave him horny
Every time he call me, pick up right away
Why the Bentley in the driveway? Always gettin’ my way
Bitches be tryin’ it, I’m his homie, lover, friend
You can’t deny it baby, we thuggin’ till the end
Married to the streets, money in the rubber band
Ain’t nothin’ like the D, I be tuggin’ on his pants

[Hook: Lil Durk]
She my rider chick, she on the block with these savages
She on point like a guard but she ain’t havin it
We don’t go back and forth about private shit
And she be on my block with all the packs and shit
I got a street bitch
I teach her all I know, she a street bitch
She hidin’ all my dough, she a street bitch
She gon’ go when I say go, she a street bitch

Lil Durk – Rider Chick Lyrics

[Intro: Lil Durk]
She gon’ be 100, hol’ that muthafucka down
(?) you how that shit go street nigga
Know what I’m sayin’?

[Hook: Lil Durk]
She my rider chick, she on the block with these savages
She on point like a guard but she ain’t havin it
We don’t go back and forth about private shit
And she be on my block with all the packs and shit
I got a street bitch
I teach her all I know, she a street bitch
She hidin’ all my dough, she a street bitch
She gon’ go when I say go, she a street bitch

[Verse 1: Lil Durk]
See her friend and shit, I kick her ’round like Pam and shit
And I can’t stand that bitch, she tweakin’ off them Xans and shit, And I’m the man and shit
A hunnid like them cancers sticks
Street nigga, but I be on some romantic shit
She on snap wit it, I’m from the back wit it
She don’t like these rappers, but she be into these trap niggas
Tell me who be all behind my back wit it
(?), These niggas hoes, I’ll slap niggas
Bought my bitch a Birkin cause she worth it
Told her how to be cheap, cause ain’t nobody perfect
She held me down when I was locked up
She was with me in the kitchen when that (?) locked up
She crazy, she a pop up

[Hook: Lil Durk]
She my rider chick, she on the block with these savages
She on point like a guard but she ain’t havin it
We don’t go back and forth about private shit
And she be on my block with all the packs and shit
I got a street bitch
I teach her all I know, she a street bitch
She hidin’ all my dough, she a street bitch
She gon’ go when I say go, she a street bitch

[Verse 2: Dej Loaf]
I done learned the whole game, he done taught me everythang
Do more, talk less, never say no names
Beat his case his OJ, got him out his old ways
Whippin’ work in the kitchen, call that gourmet
Playin’ with the pussy pistols, call that foreplay
Fuck him after long days, never leave him horny
Every time he call me, pick up right away
Why the Bentley in the driveway? Always gettin’ my way
Bitches be tryin’ it, I’m his homie, lover, friend
You can’t deny it baby, we thuggin’ till the end
Married to the streets, money in the rubber band
Ain’t nothin’ like the D, I be tuggin’ on his pants

[Hook: Lil Durk]
She my rider chick, she on the block with these savages
She on point like a guard but she ain’t havin it
We don’t go back and forth about private shit
And she be on my block with all the packs and shit
I got a street bitch
I teach her all I know, she a street bitch
She hidin’ all my dough, she a street bitch
She gon’ go when I say go, she a street bitch

Tech N9ne – Choosin (feat. Brandoshis) letras

[Intro: Tech N9ne]
Had a shindig everybody in mi casa
When I was approached by a lady trying to blend me proper
When she asked if I really was the king of the choppers
Bitch, I’m Mufasa

[Hook: Brandoshis]
Let me know if you rolling
Let me know if you down
Cause I see you choosing
You know I hold it down
Even though I came a long way from the blocks
Still wave my finger to the cops
I see you like what I got
So let me know if you rolling
Let me know if you down
I see you choosing

[Verse 1: Tech N9ne]
Aye
With this bimbo, get this indo
Said she wanna give me hella vicious dingo
‘Bout to make the music crescendo
So don’t nobody hear me knock it out with the quickness Kimbo
So I had to get the bitches info
The choppers mental, lovely ladies suck it, stay silento
Resemble monkey wrench though
I don’t need your credentials
We men though
Leave you in light and leave you in limbo
She chose
N9ne I’m impossible to figure and decode
She wanna really welcome me to the freak show
She fuck with the homies, Sav Siccness and Bleezo
She said that both of my homies they gave her the heave ho
But she never had me killin’ it befo’
So I gave her the meat and it was more than Rodigo
She coming to every blur party we throw
(Tim Tebow)
Fakers be oozing illusions
They said they banging; but they moving and grooving
That’s why the ladies want the dude with the fusion
Of indica oil and Keith who’d’n and coolin’
Stuffed and puffed like a Cuban
You trippin’, she left with us
You get bruised and contusions
Used and abused and fooled
Cos’ Tecca N9na, she choosin’

[Hook: Brandoshis]
Let me know if you rolling
Let me know if you down
Cause I see you choosing
You know I hold it down
Even though I came a long way from the blocks
Still wave my finger to the cops
I see you like what I got
So let me know if you rolling
Let me know if you down
I see you choosing

[Verse 2: Tech N9ne]
Aye
Choosin’ me because I make her nod
Wanna eat my dick up like a brat
Ya niggas hope that Tecca N9na rot
They never close enough to get a shot
Cause I be chilling way up at the top
But we never too comfortable and thinking it won’t pop
You can bet that the heaters on my family stay cocked
And my governors ready for the petty who said he hot
‘Cause I beat, beat, beat, beat, beat her
With the d and not D Jeter
Then I found out she a queef skeeter
When I mixed OJ with the Beef-eater
Your girly’s punani it was a deep greeter
Coming at me you’ll be a hit by the peace bleeder
I’m a beast I beat beep and she’s cheater
She want me in her mouth, I would at least feed her
You know the rules of the game
Your bitch just chose me
We can handle this like we got some classic
Get into the gangster shit if you tripping low-key
Women is never nothing to steal
When you making hella bread and you go from here to Brazil
So you gotta know I’m the nigga that she wanna get to for big thrills for real

[Hook: Brandoshis]
Let me know if you rolling
Let me know if you down
Cause I see you choosing
You know I hold it down
Even though I came a long way from the blocks
Still wave my finger to the cops
I see you like what I got
So let me know if you rolling
Let me know if you down
I see you choosing

Tech N9ne – Choosin

[Intro: Tech N9ne]
Had a shindig everybody in mi casa
When I was approached by a lady trying to blend me proper
When she asked if I really was the king of the choppers
Bitch, I’m Mufasa

[Hook: Brandoshis]
Let me know if you rolling
Let me know if you down
Cause I see you choosing
You know I hold it down
Even though I came a long way from the blocks
Still wave my finger to the cops
I see you like what I got
So let me know if you rolling
Let me know if you down
I see you choosing
[Verse 1: Tech N9ne]
Aye
With this bimbo, get this indo
Said she wanna give me hella vicious dingo
‘Bout to make the music crescendo
So don’t nobody hear me knock it out with the quickness Kimbo
So I had to get the bitches info
The choppers mental, lovely ladies suck it, stay silento
Resemble monkey wrench though
I don’t need your credentials
We men though
Leave you in light and leave you in limbo
She chose
N9ne I’m impossible to figure and decode
She wanna really welcome me to the freak show
She fuck with the homies, Sav Siccness and Bleezo
She said that both of my homies they gave her the heave ho
But she never had me killin’ it befo’
So I gave her the meat and it was more than Rodigo
She coming to every blur party we throw
(Tim Tebow)
Fakers be oozing illusions
They said they banging; but they moving and grooving
That’s why the ladies want the dude with the fusion
Of indica oil and Keith who’d’n and coolin’
Stuffed and puffed like a Cuban
You trippin’, she left with us
You get bruised and contusions
Used and abused and fooled
Cos’ Tecca N9na, she choosin’

[Hook: Brandoshis]
Let me know if you rolling
Let me know if you down
Cause I see you choosing
You know I hold it down
Even though I came a long way from the blocks
Still wave my finger to the cops
I see you like what I got
So let me know if you rolling
Let me know if you down
I see you choosing

[Verse 2: Tech N9ne]
Aye
Choosin’ me because I make her nod
Wanna eat my dick up like a brat
Ya niggas hope that Tecca N9na rot
They never close enough to get a shot
Cause I be chilling way up at the top
But we never too comfortable and thinking it won’t pop
You can bet that the heaters on my family stay cocked
And my governors ready for the petty who said he hot
‘Cause I beat, beat, beat, beat, beat her
With the d and not D Jeter
Then I found out she a queef skeeter
When I mixed OJ with the Beef-eater
Your girly’s punani it was a deep greeter
Coming at me you’ll be a hit by the peace bleeder
I’m a beast I beat beep and she’s cheater
She want me in her mouth, I would at least feed her
You know the rules of the game
Your bitch just chose me
We can handle this like we got some classic
Get into the gangster shit if you tripping low-key
Women is never nothing to steal
When you making hella bread and you go from here to Brazil
So you gotta know I’m the nigga that she wanna get to for big thrills for real

[Hook: Brandoshis]
Let me know if you rolling
Let me know if you down
Cause I see you choosing
You know I hold it down
Even though I came a long way from the blocks
Still wave my finger to the cops
I see you like what I got
So let me know if you rolling
Let me know if you down
I see you choosing

Game – F*ck Orange Juice (1992 Album) letras

[Hook]
You see these white people vote for Trump but they don’t give a fuck about OJ
I watch the nigga whole TV show and still don’t give a fuck about OJ
And don’t go out like OJ
Beat a murder, went to jail for some football cards, I can’t go out like OJ

[Verse]
White Bronco through the city like El Chapo
I get my dick sucked as I pulled up in Del Taco
It’s the coach, you the presence of the ghost
Nigga say he can outrap me? I DOC his throat, fuck him
Guns, I tuck ’em, bitches I bust ’em
My niggas kidnap kids like Ciara and Russell, uh
That ain’t no future for me, now come and touch mine
Your whole family tree’ll get flatlined
Face off, twin Desert Eagles crack spines
I ain’t joking so keep playing on the batline
This ain’t Gotham, this is Compton nigga
We mix Red Bulls with vodka nigga
We blow chronic and sleep with monsters nigga
Try to be conscious, get left unconscious nigga
And we got rocket launchers nigga
Ain’t never been to Iraq, the government sponsor niggas

[Hook]
You see these white people vote for Trump but they don’t give a fuck about OJ
I watch the nigga whole TV show and still don’t give a fuck about OJ
And don’t go out like OJ
Beat a murder, went to jail for some football cards, I can’t go out like OJ