Lil Keed – Fox 5 Lyrics

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[Intro: Lil Keed]
(Let’s go, Mario)
Man, all the hoes in the fuckin’ background, y’all shut the fuck up
Fuck you talkin’, man, R5 in the fuckin’ building
Show some respect
Kick them folks out the spot, slime
She still talkin’? (No)
Oh, okay

[Chorus: Lil Keed]
Free Homicide, it was just a homicide, yeah, in the daytime
Yeah, seen a bitch rob ’em, know we’ll kill him, thinkin’ he gon’ take mine
Know I’m ballin’ on a bitch ass nigga, and I pass his ho like it’s Matt Ryan
Yeah, you live longer if you mind your business, ’cause I’ma mind mine
I grab a carbine, lil’ boy, my bitch, she fuckin’ on toys
Bored, then jump off the porch, smokin’ opp pack in the Royce
I’m with R5, R5
Catch you at the red light, black out
Yeah, we guaranteed to shoot his lights out
Yeah, I guarantee these niggas tap out
Rich nigga, I don’t eat Popeyes
Presidential Rollie, brought the clock out
And I know you niggas tryna gain clout
Yeah, you know we don’t go to FOX 5
Yeah, you know we don’t go to FOX 5
Yeah, you know we don’t go to FOX 5

[Verse 1: Gunna]
Yeah, we ain’t goin’ on FOX 5 (FOX 5)
Don’t make me call the maybe call the clock stopper (Clock stopper)
Ah, pretty lil’ vibe, skeetin’ in her eye
Nickname jaw locker (Nickname jaw locker)
Feel like I glide, I been gettin’ high
Nigga, I’m a pill popper (Nigga, I’m a pill popper)
We got ten hundred-round choppers (Nah)
Heard you was a junkie, used to steal copper (Nah)
Pull up, whip game proper
Money get A, lotta cake like Betty Crocker (Cake like Betty Crocker)
Uh, beatin’ through your bae, stalkers, I know every day robbers, gotta keep a door stopper (Gotta keep a door stopper)
Yeah, I be gettin’ more llama, Gunna, he a role model, and his bitch a headhunter (And his bitch a headhunter)
Billions just like Ted Turner gotta keep a real burner, never been a store runner (Never been a store runner)
These bitches yell, “Go, Gunna” (Go, Gunna)
You gotta be your own boss, uh (Own boss)
Dressed like a showoff, go and get it, don’t talk, let the money rub off (Let the money rub off)
Nah, these niggas gettin’ cut off, this is not a love lost, we’ll never do soft (We’ll never do soft)
You pussy niggas too soft (Niggas too soft)
Free all my niggas, gotta prison walk (Free the gang)

[Chorus: Lil Keed]
Free Homicide, it was just a homicide, yeah, in the daytime
Yeah, seen a bitch rob ’em, know we’ll kill him, thinkin’ he gon’ take mine
Know I’m ballin’ on a bitch ass nigga, and I pass his ho like it’s Matt Ryan
Yeah, you live longer if you mind your business, ’cause I’ma mind mine
I grab a carbine, lil’ boy, my bitch, she fuckin’ on toys
Bored, then jump off the porch, smokin’ opp pack in the Royce
I’m with R5, R5
Catch you at the red light, black out
Yeah, we guaranteed to shoot his lights out
Yeah, I guarantee these niggas tap out

[Verse 2: Lil Keed]
Hundred round drum on your boy, and we just hopped out a Royce
We pullin’ up with a silencer, no, they ain’t makin’ noise
Pink shirt, man, I had to peppermint it
Yeah, I send a big blitz, yeah, I had to go and end it
Go and drop the fuckin’ pin, we’ll pull up in a minute
Yeah, I know the Lord mad at me ’cause a nigga sinnin’
I ain’t talkin’ motherfuckin’ testin’ Ray J, man, I come out that Wraith just with motherfuckin’ bangers
I let that cutter hit every angle, I come out that back, whips like I’m Django
What the fuck a pussy boy had said?
I don’t know if he ain’t speakin’ sign language
And I just left town with ten, pockets on top, nigga, no time to count us (Say what?)

[Chorus: Lil Keed]
Free Homicide, it was just a homicide, yeah, in the daytime
Yeah, seen a bitch rob ’em, know we’ll kill him, thinkin’ he gon’ take mine
Know I’m ballin’ on a bitch ass nigga, and I pass his ho like it’s Matt Ryan
Yeah, you live longer if you mind your business, ’cause I’ma mind mine
I grab a carbine, lil’ boy, my bitch, she fuckin’ on toys
Bored, then jump off the porch, smokin’ opp pack in the Royce
I’m with R5, R5
Catch you at the red light, black out
Yeah, we guaranteed to shoot his lights out
Yeah, I guarantee these niggas tap out
Rich nigga, I don’t eat Popeyes
Presidential Rollie, brought the clock out
And I know you niggas tryna gain clout
Yeah, you know we don’t go to FOX 5
Yeah, you know we don’t go to FOX 5
Yeah, you know we don’t go to FOX 5

NAV – Relax Lyrics

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[Intro]
Yeah
Woah
Yeah
Woah

[Verse 1]
You got tears droppin’ all over my Lambo’ seat (Yeah)
When it come to stickin’ around, you can’t depend on me
Diamonds stuck inside the Cartier frames on me (Yeah)
All I want is brain, you fuckin’ with a Xanny zombie (Woah)
Presidential Rollie and it keep me up to date
Every day feel like my birthday, blow the candles on the cake
Came up from the streets, we broke the pounds down to zips (Yeah)
Keep on throwin’ these ones, they keep on bouncin’ it on the kid (Woah)
Fuck a money counter, countin’ these hundreds with your bitch (Bitch)
Wrap it up with ice, you would think I hurt my wrist (Ice, ice)
AMG alright, GT 63 is it (Skrrt)
Carbon fiber, I paid twenty racks just for the kit (Racks)

[Chorus]
Said she wanna see me, told that girl she gotta relax, yeah (Woah)
Got these rackies, pockets stuffed from front to back, yeah
Lambo’ purple, but my new shit matte black, yeah (Skrrt, skrrt)
Yeah, you fly, but, girl, I ain’t fuckin’ with no nats, yeah
That ass is extra fat, I had to double back, yeah (Yeah)
Ran off on the plug, he still ain’t see a pack, yeah
Every month, I spend a lot of time in Saks, yeah (Yeah)
She gave up on me one time, she can’t get me back, yeah

[Verse 2]
Bring a commitment, you gon’ see me fade away (Yeah)
I ain’t tryna answer to no bitch stayin’ at my place (No)
Got a lot goin’ on, I get these racks to keep me ‘sane
When you finally get outside the trap, they say you changed (Trap)
I know they can’t stand it, got these haters startin’ to panic
Diamonds iceberg, I can sink the Titanic (Ice)
Don’t need no jeweler, yeah, all of this water on my neck (Neck)
Why would I fish for bitches when I know that I’m the catch? (Catch)
Say she don’t wanna fuck with me no more, it’s all love (It’s all love)
I know when the bills start comin’ in, I’m the one she call up (Brrt)
You get money, then you get the bitches with the power
I won’t buy you roses, but I smoke expensive flower

[Chorus]
Said she wanna see me, told that girl she gotta relax, yeah (Woah)
Got these rackies, pockets stuffed from front to back, yeah
Lambo’ purple, but my new shit matte black, yeah (Skrrt, skrrt)
Yeah, you fly, but, girl, I ain’t fuckin’ with no nats, yeah
That ass is extra fat, I had to double back, yeah (Yeah)
Ran off on the plug, he still ain’t see a pack, yeah
Every month, I spend a lot of time in Saks, yeah (Yeah)
She gave up on me one time, she can’t get me back, yeah

[Outro]
Yeah
Woah
Yeah

Chris Brown – Yoppa (feat. Trippie Redd)

[Chorus: Trippie Redd & Chris Brown]
Flexin’ on you, I’m your father (ayy)
Choppa spittin’ lugees like a motherfuckin’ Llama (ayy)
Got the big racks on me, bitch, I’m thumbin’ through them commas
Presidential Rollie got me feelin’ like Obama (woo)
Blew up big, got me feelin’ like Osama
Pussy rappin’ ’bout that choppa, bitch, you know I keep a Yoppa (yeah)
Know I keep a Yoppa, bitch, you know I keep a Yoppa
Know I told her, yeah but bitch, you know I keep a Yoppa, keep a Yoppa

[Verse 1: Chris Brown]
Keep it on me, it stay on me at all times
Don’t sleep on me, don’t speak on me, it’s suicide
Aim it at your brain, it’s insane how them slugs fly
Codeine purple rain, is this what it means when doves cry?
Never leave my piece, .40 under the seat
Protect my family ’cause I don’t trust the police now
Love my choppa and I know she loves me
Ain’t no safety ’cause it got the lemon squeeze

[Pre-Chorus: Chris Brown]
Don’t even try
You ain’t ’bout that life
You ain’t ready to die
Choppa tell the truth, it expose your life

[Chorus: Trippie Redd & Chris Brown]
Flexin’ on you, I’m your father (ayy, father)
Choppa spittin’ lugees like a motherfuckin’ Llama (ayy)
Got the big racks on me, bitch, I’m thumbin’ through them commas
Presidential Rollie got me feelin’ like Obama (yeah)
Blew up big, got me feelin’ like Osama
Pussy rappin’ ’bout that choppa, bitch, you know I keep a Yoppa (yeah)
Know I keep a Yoppa, bitch, you know I keep a Yoppa
Know I told her, yeah but bitch, you know I keep a Yoppa, keep a Yoppa

[Verse 2: Chris Brown]
Keep a Yoppa, my nigga, I keep a choppa
If you put it in, your gun jam, sayonara, c’est la vie
Say you got a problem, my nigg, so what’s the problem?
It can go down right now, just slide up
Should think smarter, should think better
And I ain’t ’bout to argue with a grown ass nigga
I ain’t here to play no games, give a fuck who you claim
Choppa on me, this the gang, I let it bang

[Pre-Chorus: Chris Brown]
Don’t even try
You ain’t ’bout that life
You ain’t ready to die
Choppa tell the truth, it expose your life

[Chorus: Trippie Redd & Chris Brown]
Flexin’ on you, I’m your father (ayy)
Choppa spittin’ lugees like a motherfuckin’ Llama (ayy)
Got the big racks on me, bitch, I’m thumbin’ through them commas
Presidential Rollie got me feelin’ like Obama (woo)
Blew up big, got me feelin’ like Osama
Pussy rappin’ ’bout that choppa, bitch, you know I keep a Yoppa (yeah)
Know I keep a Yoppa, bitch, you know I keep a Yoppa
Know I told her, yeah but bitch, you know I keep a Yoppa, keep a Yoppa

Mike WiLL Made It – On The Come Up (Ransom 2 Album)

[Intro: Big Sean]
Pérignon, mmm
Eardrummers
Mike WiLL Made-It

[Hook: Big Sean]
On the come up
On the come up
Sun up
Bunch a young niggas on the come up
Come up
Run up
All my young ones on the come up
Bunch a young niggas on the come up
Look, all my niggas ’bout that action
Livin’ the life we imagined
I cut off all my distractions
And started attackin’
Whole team gotta have it
Loyalty is all I’m askin’
Wearin’ diamond medallions (Straight up)
My whole squad run the Atlas (Look)

[Verse 1 : Big Sean]
I feel like I was chose to
Take care of the ones I’m close to
Kitchen lookin’ like Whole Foods
Got the fam’ around like it’s Soul Food, damn
I do this here for the set
Working all year ’til we set
Quick to check a bitch, yeah I check her
Even though life’s a game of chess
‘Cause I’m living play-by-play, day-by-day
No time for her honestly
Unless her face lookin’ like a young Sade
‘Cause I gotta get it a hundred ways
What you know ’bout bein’ down and out?
‘Til niggas sayin’ you the best man
Like your best friend walkin’ down the aisle
When you make it, they gon’ say
I owe you in all kind of vowels
When you makin’ all kinda of thous
I just want the Presidential Rollie black face, Obama style
Then count the check up, E. Honda style
Boy, this the D where they be rockin’ fur and crocodile
Take your risk every time you out the house
But it’s all worth momma’s smile
Yeah, it’s all worth momma’s smile

[Hook: Big Sean]
On the come up
On the come up
Sun up
Bunch a young niggas on the come up
Come up
Run up
All my young ones on the come up
Bunch a young niggas on the come up (Aye)
All my niggas ’bout that action
Livin’ the life we imagined
I cut off all my distractions
And started attackin’
Whole team gotta have it
Loyalty is all I’m askin’
Wearin’ diamond medallions (Straight up)
My whole squad run the Atlas (Look)

[Verse 2: Big Sean]
I was just on Jimmy Fallon
I just got back from the Islands
I took my daddy to Cancun
Then we went to the Bahamas
He had all they baby momma’s
I had all they momma babies
Boy, I swear this life is crazy
Told that nigga sit back and be lazy, yeah
Don’t worry, man, I got it, I got it, I got it
We buildin’ from the ground up, it’s in the block and
So the hood support us like I Mom and Pop’ed it
‘Cause I bring it home like I just adopt it
Volunteer for a lethal weapon
He ain’t need that sentence, he just needs direction
No one ever told them boys to make it out of debt
You gon’ need way more than street credit
I got redirected
Tryna take this lil piece of success I got and make it bigger
You can tell I’m focused in my baby pictures
Not replyin’ to texts, not even naked pictures
That’s how real it gets
Whole team so hungry for the meals and shit that I can feel this shit
They askin’ how we made it like the pyramids
It’s like I’m livin’ just to kill this shit

[Hook: Big Sean]
On the come up
On the come up
Sun up
Bunch a young niggas on the come up
Come up
Run up
All my young ones on the come up
Bunch a young niggas on the come up (aye)
All my niggas ’bout that action
Livin’ the life we imagined
I cut off all my distractions
And started attackin’
Whole team gotta have it
Loyalty is all I’m askin’
Wearin’ diamond medallions
My whole squad run the Atlas

Mike WiLL Made It – On The Come Up (feat. Big Sean)

[Intro: Big Sean]
Pérignon
Eardrummers
Mike WiLL Made-It

[Hook: Big Sean]
On the come up
On the come up
Son ’em
Bunch a young niggas on the come up
Come up
Run up
All my young ones on the come up
Bunch a young niggas on the come up
Look, all my niggas ’bout that action
Living the life we imagined
I cut off all my distractions
And started attacking
Whole team gotta have it
Loyalty is all I’m asking
Wearing diamond medallions (Straight up)
My whole squad run the Atlas (Look)

[Verse 1 : Big Sean]
I feel like I was chose to take care of the ones I’m close to
Kitchen looking like Whole Foods
Got the fam’ around like it’s Soul Food, damn
I do this here for the set
Working all year ’til we set
Quick to check a bitch, yeah I check her even though life’s a game of chess
‘Cuz I’m living play-by-play, day-by-day
No time for her honestly unless her face looking like a young Sade
Cause I gotta get it a hundred ways
What you know ’bout being down and out
‘Till niggas saying you the best man
Like your best friend walking down the aisle
When you make it they gon’ say I owe you in all kind of vowels
When you making all kinda of thous
I just want the Presidential Rollie black face Obama style
Then count the check up behind the star
Boy, this the D where they be rocking fur and crocodile
Take your risk every time you out the house
But it’s all worth momma’s smile
Yeah, It’s all worth momma’s smile

[Hook: Big Sean]
On the come up
On the come up
Son ’em
Bunch a young niggas on the come up
Come up
Run up
All my young ones on the come up
Bunch a young niggas on the come up (Aye)
All my niggas ’bout that action
Living the life we imagined
I cut off all my distractions
And started attacking
Whole team gotta have it
Loyalty is all I’m asking
Wearing diamond medallions (Straight up)
My whole squad run the Atlas (Look)

[Verse 2: Big Sean]
I was just on Jimmy Fallon
I just got back from the Islands
I took my daddy to Cancun
Then we went to the Bahamas
He had all they baby momma’s
I had all they momma babies
Boy, I swear this life is crazy
Told that nigga sit back and be lazy, yeah
Don’t worry man, I got it, I got it, I got it
We building from the ground up, it’s in the block and
So the hood support us like I Mom and Pop’ed it
Cause I bring it home like I just adopt it
Volunteer for a lethal weapon
He ain’t need that sentence, he just needs direction
No one ever told them boys to make it out of debt
You gon’ need way more than street credit
I got redirected
Tryna take this lil piece of success I got and make it bigger
You can tell I’m focused in my baby pictures
Not replying to texts, not even naked pictures
That’s how real it gets
Whole team so hungry for the meals and shit that I can feel this shit
They asking how we made it like the pyramids
It’s like I’m living just to kill this shit

[Hook: Big Sean]
On the come up
On the come up
Son ’em
Bunch a young niggas on the come up
Come up
Run up
All my young ones on the come up
Bunch a young niggas on the come up (aye)
All my niggas ’bout that action
Living the life we imagined
I cut off all my distractions
And started attacking
Whole team gotta have it
Loyalty is all I’m asking
Wearing diamond medallions
My whole squad run the Atlas

Manolo Rose – Ball Drop

[Intro]
Hello?
Hello?
Who?

[Pre-Hook]
Ring, ring, ring, homie whose this?
New number, homie whose this?
You ain’t heard? I’m on some new shit
You ain’t heard? I’m on some new shit
S.T.K over Ruth Chris
S.T.K over Ruth Chris
Last year I had the four door
This year I’m on some coupe shit

[Hook]
But homie when the ball drop
Yo homie when the ball drop
Word to God I’m on some new shit
Word to God I’m on some new shit

[Verse 1]
New Years Resolution
Stop praising sucka niggas that ain’t do shit
Fresher guns I ain’t shoot shit
Stop telling lies I’m the truth bitch
Way before the deal I was loopy
Bakin for the cash money like you’re Tunechi
Might do the 84 drug dealer Gucci
Went stupid in this spot but we made a movie

[Pre-Hook]
Ring, ring, ring, homie whose this?
New number, homie whose this?
You ain’t heard? I’m on some new shit
You ain’t heard? I’m on some new shit
S.T.K over Ruth Chris
S.T.K over Ruth Chris
Last year I had the four door
This year I’m on some coupe shit

[Hook]
But homie when the ball drop
Yo homie when the ball drop
Word to God I’m on some new shit
Word to God I’m on some new shit

[Verse 2]
New Years Resolution
Bands to the letters is the only resolution
How much in the bank? Who stop, we just shoot it
Everything good in my pocket. Boy I do this!
We just spendin’ all that extra
Presidential Rollie but I kept the bezel regular
She ain’t fuck you or your homies cause you’re regular
You the type to bug on ya bitch cause she next to us

[Pre-Hook]
Ring, ring, ring, homie whose this?
New number, homie whose this?
You ain’t heard? I’m on some new shit
You ain’t heard? I’m on some new shit. (resolution)
S.T.K over Ruth Chris
S.T.K over Ruth Chris
Last year I had the four door
This year I’m on some coupe shit

[Hook]
But homie when the ball drop
Yo homie when the ball drop
Word to God I’m on some new shit
Word to God I’m on some new shit