Brandy – What Have You Done for me Lyrics



[verse 1:]
You use to call
Now you don’t
Leavin’ me all alone, (alone)
You use to care
Now you don’t even have time for me, (anymore)
We use to walk hand in hand
You would never let me go, (away)
And I thought that we could be, (could be)
But you ain’t doin’ nothin’ for me, (no)

[Chorus:]
What have you done for me
What have you done for me, Lately?
What have you done for me
What have you done for me, baby?
What have you done for me
What have you done for me, baby
What have you done for me
What have you done for me, baby

[verse 2:]
You use to say those words
That I wanted to hear, (so good)
You made me feel beautiful
I was in love with you, (so much)
Whether not, I would call just to hear you say, (my name)
(say my name, say my name)
Really thought that we could be, (could be)
But you ain’t doin’ nothin’ for me… (no)

[Chorus:]
What have you done for me
What have you done for me, Lately?
What have you done for me
What have you done for me, baby?
What have you done for me
What have you done for me, baby?
What have you done for me
What have you done for me, baby?

[rap: riff raff]
It used I flip my iphone
And get a text message from ya
Then I’d drop the top
And we’d ride out all summer
Takin’ trips to Milan
Buy Louis Vuitton
Then slide to Vegas
We can do it tomorrow
And at first it was all gravy
But now you done gone shady
You ESPN, NFL, rider for Tom Brady
And I ain’t trippin’
What you done for me baby
But can’t replace me
Cause I’m doin’ this sh*t crazy

[Chorus:]
What have you done for me
What have you done for me, Lately?
What have you done for me
What have you done for me, baby?
What have you done for me
What have you done for me, baby
What have you done for me
What have you done for me, baby



Tory Lanez – Lick X Drive You Crazy (The New Toronto 2 Mixtape)



[Lick]

[Intro]
Yeah, uh

[Verse]
Look, bustin’ out the lick and now I got it, bitch, I’m re’d up
I will never run off for the plug that got me keyed up
Bankin’, it’s so many Franklins in my shit, you think a nigga know Aretha
(Yeah, uh)
Bustin’ out the lick and now I got it, bitch, I’m re’d up

[Drive You Crazy]

[Intro]
I’ma, I’ma go easy on you niggas
I’ma go easy

[Verse 1]
I’m lyin’, really comin’ for these niggas this time
It’s a full-time job tryna keep ’em in line
Yeah the full court pressure, givin’ niggas the stretcher
I could kill your whole team combined, who want pressure?
More than a nigga that’s ballin’, I need a Espy
More than a Miami papi that’s on a jetski
Ice on Wayne, whole chain on Gretzki
When I start winnin’, don’t you rap niggas text me
Grinnin’ at the view of your corpses in a fortress
‘Bout to make Forbes list, everythin’ is gorgeous
Indoor B-ball courts lit where the floor sit
Still runnin’ shit like faucettes in an orphanage
Blog niggas gettin’ they core clicks off of whore shit
Rap niggas all at they peak, I got the door slit
On star island, cigar smilin’
Drive a couple miles south hit the beach, bitches start wildin’
I done came from the cop car sirens, block ball violence
Bunch of lil niggas stealing hot cars wildin’
Tops chopped off ’til the cops start wildin’ and the cop cars find us
Must you remind us, wintertime climates
Slicket set of "set up" bitches that try to line us
I have no infatuation with niggas
Only made the money cum im masturbatin’ the digits
Matter fact I’m on tour inflatuatin’ the figures
Used to be in low income, now see the show, income
Shit would make you sick, meanin’ of a gross income
I deserve every dollar here and then some
And I pray I never dress like y’all
Only bird on my shirt is when I press that raw
It’s umbrellas on my sweater for bitches thats under weather
Blowin’ kisses at the cheddar when I test that jaw
I, never lose, never snooze, crackin’ crystal sippin
Yaught pimpin’ on another cruise
Foreign model from another niggas pedestals
On the top, clock tickin’ on you other dudes
Think I’m typin’ in a site with all these W’s
Only watchin out for doe and niggas busting moves
My drive crazy, I-80 in a Lamborghini screamin’ "Rock-a-bye-baby"
Bad bitch just touched down, she Tom Brady
Me I’m Tom Ford, there’s more to the Concord
I been in the jungle, nigga, broke and on my last
You was on the feet, nigga, I was on my ass
You was in the sheets, nigga, I was on the ave
You was in the class nigga, I was on the dash
Hustlin’ in corner, swearin’ I was a goner
Welcome to the USA, I was a foreigner
Fame was a beautiful bitch, so I joined her
Came now I’m lookin’ for chips, get the coin up
I remained, all summer all fall
Still gettin’ money when the wheels fall off
Real ass nigga even when it’s called off
Real ass nigga even when it’s called off, my nigga

Gucci Mane – No Smoke (The Return Of East Atlanta Santa Album)

[Hook]
Why you flexin’ boy you don’t want no smoke
Why you flexin’ boy you don’t want no smoke
Why you flexin’ boy you don’t want no smoke
Why you flexin’ boy you don’t want no smoke
Why you flexin’ boy you don’t want no smoke
Why you flexin’ boy you don’t want no smoke
Why you flexin’ boy you don’t want no smoke

[Verse 1]
Keep on taking these picture holding these straps but you a non smoker
You ain’t no gun toter, pussy you ain’t no real soldier
You ain’t make your enemy buy black roses
Now the young nigga head smokin’
Nigga stop that pump fakin’ who the fuck is you Tom Brady?
My young niggas dumb crazy, might snatch your old lady
You ain’t shot nobody nigga
Doin all that, we ain’t scared of nobody nigga
Mac 90 with a telescope
Man I thought you were supposed to sell the dope
Then why the fuck is you filmin’ it
Finger fuckin’ my F&H
Baby lets get intimate
Just like a gangster nigga, just like a gentleman
Dressed like a gentleman

[Hook]
Why you flexin’ boy you don’t want no smoke
Why you flexin’ boy you don’t want no smoke
Why you flexin’ boy you don’t want no smoke
Why you flexin’ boy you don’t want no smoke
Why you flexin’ boy you don’t want no smoke
Why you flexin’ boy you don’t want no smoke
Why you flexin’ boy you don’t want no smoke
Why you flexin’ boy you don’t want no smoke
Why you flexin’ boy you don’t want no smoke

[Verse 2]
My shooters they don’t pose for pictures
They ain’t doin’ no rappin nigga
You ain’t hit no licks, you ain’t sold no bricks
You ain’t did no trappin’ nigga (no)
These rappers [?]
I’m headed my M&M
I don’t need no niggas to like me, bitch I’m a grown man
Let me give you a lesson, Guwop I’m bouldercrestin’
You and all them non smokers go to the non smokin’ section
We see them choppers blammin’, fuck all that instagrammin’
You think you was killin’ Cam Newton the way that nigga scramblin’
It’s yo life you gambling
Bout to cause a stampedge
Hoe in the club tryna run away from me
Better have a plan B, you understand me
Gucci don’t care bout no nigga living
Don’t care if you nine feet

[Hook]
Why you flexin’ boy you don’t want no smoke
Why you flexin’ boy you don’t want no smoke
Why you flexin’ boy you don’t want no smoke
Why you flexin’ boy you don’t want no smoke
Why you flexin’ boy you don’t want no smoke
Why you flexin’ boy you don’t want no smoke
Why you flexin’ boy you don’t want no smoke
Why you flexin’ boy you don’t want no smoke

Gucci Mane – No Smoke Lyrics

[Hook]
Why you flexin’ boy you don’t want no smoke
Why you flexin’ boy you don’t want no smoke
Why you flexin’ boy you don’t want no smoke
Why you flexin’ boy you don’t want no smoke
Why you flexin’ boy you don’t want no smoke
Why you flexin’ boy you don’t want no smoke
Why you flexin’ boy you don’t want no smoke

[Verse 1]
Keep on taking these picture holding these straps but you a non smoker
You ain’t no gun toter, pussy you ain’t no real soldier
You ain’t make your enemy buy black roses
Now the young nigga head smokin’
Nigga stop that pump fakin’ who the fuck is you Tom Brady?
My young niggas dumb crazy, might snatch your old lady
You ain’t shot nobody nigga
Doin all that, we ain’t scared of nobody nigga
Mac 90 with a telescope
Man I thought you were supposed to sell the dope
Then why the fuck is you filmin’ it
Finger fuckin’ my F&H
Baby lets get intimate
Just like a gangster nigga, just like a gentleman
Dressed like a gentleman

[Hook]
Why you flexin’ boy you don’t want no smoke
Why you flexin’ boy you don’t want no smoke
Why you flexin’ boy you don’t want no smoke
Why you flexin’ boy you don’t want no smoke
Why you flexin’ boy you don’t want no smoke
Why you flexin’ boy you don’t want no smoke
Why you flexin’ boy you don’t want no smoke
Why you flexin’ boy you don’t want no smoke
Why you flexin’ boy you don’t want no smoke

[Verse 2]
My shooters they don’t pose for pictures
They ain’t doin’ no rappin nigga
You ain’t hit no licks, you ain’t sold no bricks
You ain’t did no trappin’ nigga (no)
These rappers [?]
I’m headed my M&M
I don’t need no niggas to like me, bitch I’m a grown man
Let me give you a lesson, Guwop I’m bouldercrestin’
You and all them non smokers go to the non smokin’ section
We see them choppers blammin’, fuck all that instagrammin’
You think you was killin’ Cam Newton the way that nigga scramblin’
It’s yo life you gambling
Bout to cause a stampedge
Hoe in the club tryna run away from me
Better have a plan B, you understand me
Gucci don’t care bout no nigga living
Don’t care if you nine feet

[Hook]
Why you flexin’ boy you don’t want no smoke
Why you flexin’ boy you don’t want no smoke
Why you flexin’ boy you don’t want no smoke
Why you flexin’ boy you don’t want no smoke
Why you flexin’ boy you don’t want no smoke
Why you flexin’ boy you don’t want no smoke
Why you flexin’ boy you don’t want no smoke
Why you flexin’ boy you don’t want no smoke

Meek Mill – Froze (feat. Lil Uzi Vert & Nicki Minaj) letras

[Bridge: Lil Uzi Vert]
I’m a rockstar, smash my guitar
Diamonds on my fist and on my arms
Meek and I don’t dress the same, relate in Goyard
Frostbite on my pinky ring, watch me flex on y’all

[Verse 1: Meek Mill]
I get it now, these niggas mad that she chose the kid
I’m ball in NY, Derrick Rose this shit
I roll around town in a Rolls and shit
I got that bag and we movin’ that snow like it’s Christmas and Santa, got hoes and shit
Hundred K large on my Audemar
When we run down we hit one of y’all
I’mma post up at the corner store
Trappin’ all night but I shine like I’m Armor All
I am so hot I might break the thermometer
Coppers they watch us and follow us
Flip through that paper no calendar
All of these jewels like I celebrate Hanukkah
I got a different kind of money
I’m on a different kind of grind
I’m with some different type of niggas
We on a different type of time
Go get the money fuck them bitches
Bitches be gettin’ out of line
I turned that one into a two
I turned that point into a nine
Hey, hey, hey, hey, aye

[Hook: Lil Uzi Vert]
You know how froze that is
Look at my neck, damn
You know how froze that is
Look at my wrist
You know how froze that is
Look at my fist
You know how froze that is

[Verse 2: Lil Uzi Vert]
Skrrr, driving around in a Bentley, ya
Following Meek and lil’ Nicki, ya
It is just me and lil’ Brittney, ya
Diamonds so wet you could slip
Look at the bitch, take a picture
She is just so photogenic, ya
She ride my dick like a dirt bike
You know she gon’ pop a wheelie
Count my money to a milli, ya
Drive a Porsche all up in Philly
Holding that gun with no Uzi
Diamonds in Rollie get cooly

[Bridge 1: Lil Uzi Vert]
I’m a rockstar smash my guitar
Diamonds on my fist and on my arms
Meek and I don’t dress the same, relate in Goyard
Frostbite on my pinky ring, watch me flex on y’all

[Verse 3: Nicki Minaj]
I get it now dudes is mad at these 80 M’s
Twenty twelve I was balling like Tom Brady then
Movie, I’m living through these Scorsese lens
Get at me, and deep-throat a three-eighty gun
Pussy wet, Swiffer jet, come through on that bigger jet
We land in them new ports, no babe not cigarettes
Clear ports, air force, sweats on with a big diamond
Make niggas stare at my hand even though I am not mimin’
Different type of money, you on a different type of broke
Any of you bitches say Nicki, you on a different type of coke
I just be sittin’ in the mansion, takin’ a dip inside the pool
We don’t go out without assassins
We on some different type of rules

[Bridge 2: Nicki Minaj]
I’m a rockstar, scratch my guitar
Diamonds on my ring and on my arms
Meek and I still live together, relate in Goyard
Frostbite on my pussy ring, watch me flex on y’all

[Hook: Lil Uzi Vert]
You know how froze that is
Look at my neck, damn
You know how froze that is
Look at my wrist
You know how froze that is
Look at my fist
You know how froze that is
You know how froze that is
Look at my neck, damn
You know how froze that is
Look at my wrist
You know how froze that is
Look at my fist
You know how froze that is

MEEK MILL – Froze lyrics

I’m a rockstar, smash my guitar
Diamonds on my fist and on my arms
Meek and I don’t dress the same, relate in Goyard
Frostbite on my pinky ring, watch me flex on y’all

I get it now, these niggas mad that she chose the kid
I’m ballin’ and I Derrick Rose this shit
I roll around town in a Rolls and shit
I got the bag and we move in that snow like it’s Christmas and Santa got hoes and shit
Hundred K large on my Audemar
When we run down we hit one of y’all
I’mma post up at the corner store
Trappin’ all night but I shine like I’m Armor All
I am so hot I might break the thermometer
Coppers they watch us and follow us
Flip through that paper no calendar
All of these jewels like I celebrate Hanukkah
I got a different kind of money
I’m on a different kind of grind
I’m with some different type of niggas
We on a different type of time
Go get the money fuck them bitches
Bitches be gettin’ out of line
I turned that one into a two
I turned that point into a nine
Hey, hey, hey, hey, aye

You know how froze that is
Look at my neck, damn
You know how froze that is
Look at my wrist
You know how froze that is
Look at my fist
You know how froze that is

Skrrr, driving around in a Bentley, ya
Following Meek and lil’ Nicki, ya
It is just me and lil’ Brittney, ya
Diamonds so wet you could slip
Look at the bitch, take a picture
She is just so photogenic, ya
She ride my dick like a dirt bike
You know she gon’ pop a wheelie
Count my money to a milli, ya
Drive a Porsche all up in Philly
Holding that gun with no Uzi
Diamonds in Rollie get cooly

I’m a rockstar smash my guitar
Diamonds on my fist and on my arms
Meek and I don’t dress the same, relate in Goyard
Frostbite on my pinky ring, watch me flex on y’all

(Nicki Minaj)
I get it now dudes is mad at these 80 M’s
Twenty twelve I was balling like Tom Brady then
Movie, I’m living through these Scorsese lens
Get at me, and deep-throat a three-eighty gun
Pussy wet, Swiffer jet, come through on that bigger jet
We land in them new ports, no babe not cigarettes
Clear ports, air force, sweats on with a big diamond
Make niggas stare at my hand even though I am not mimin’
Different type of money, you on a different type of broke
Any of you bitches say Nicki, you on a different type of coke
I just be sittin’ in the mansion, takin’ a dip inside the pool
We don’t go out without assassins
We on some different type of rules
I’m a rockstar, scratch my guitar
Diamonds on my ring and on my arms
Meek and I still live together, relate in Goyard
Frostbite on my pussy ring, watch me flex on y’all

You know how froze that is
Look at my neck, damn
You know how froze that is
Look at my wrist
You know how froze that is
Look at my fist
You know how froze that is
You know how froze that is
Look at my neck, damn
You know how froze that is
Look at my wrist
You know how froze that is
Look at my fist

You know how froze that is…

Meek Mill – Froze lyrics

I’m a rockstar, smash my guitar
Diamonds on my fist and on my arms
Meek and I don’t dress the same, relate in Goyard
Frostbite on my pinky ring, watch me flex on y’all

I get it now, these niggas mad that she chose the kid
I’m ballin’ and I Derrick Rose this shit
I roll around town in a Rolls and shit
I got the bag and we move in that snow like it’s Christmas and Santa got hoes and shit
Hundred K large on my Audemar
When we run down we hit one of y’all
I’mma post up at the corner store
Trappin’ all night but I shine like I’m Armor All
I am so hot I might break the thermometer
Coppers they watch us and follow us
Flip through that paper no calendar
All of these jewels like I celebrate Hanukkah
I got a different kind of money
I’m on a different kind of grind
I’m with some different type of niggas
We on a different type of time
Go get the money fuck them bitches
Bitches be gettin’ out of line
I turned that one into a two
I turned that point into a nine
Hey, hey, hey, hey, aye

You know how froze that is
Look at my neck, damn
You know how froze that is
Look at my wrist
You know how froze that is
Look at my fist
You know how froze that is

Skrrr, driving around in a Bentley, ya
Following Meek and lil’ Nicki, ya
It is just me and lil’ Brittney, ya
Diamonds so wet you could slip
Look at the bitch, take a picture
She is just so photogenic, ya
She ride my dick like a dirt bike
You know she gon’ pop a wheelie
Count my money to a milli, ya
Drive a Porsche all up in Philly
Holding that gun with no Uzi
Diamonds in Rollie get cooly

I’m a rockstar smash my guitar
Diamonds on my fist and on my arms
Meek and I don’t dress the same, relate in Goyard
Frostbite on my pinky ring, watch me flex on y’all

(Nicki Minaj)
I get it now dudes is mad at these 80 M’s
Twenty twelve I was balling like Tom Brady then
Movie, I’m living through these Scorsese lens
Get at me, and deep-throat a three-eighty gun
Pussy wet, Swiffer jet, come through on that bigger jet
We land in them new ports, no babe not cigarettes
Clear ports, air force, sweats on with a big diamond
Make niggas stare at my hand even though I am not mimin’
Different type of money, you on a different type of broke
Any of you bitches say Nicki, you on a different type of coke
I just be sittin’ in the mansion, takin’ a dip inside the pool
We don’t go out without assassins
We on some different type of rules
I’m a rockstar, scratch my guitar
Diamonds on my ring and on my arms
Meek and I still live together, relate in Goyard
Frostbite on my pussy ring, watch me flex on y’all

You know how froze that is
Look at my neck, damn
You know how froze that is
Look at my wrist
You know how froze that is
Look at my fist
You know how froze that is
You know how froze that is
Look at my neck, damn
You know how froze that is
Look at my wrist
You know how froze that is
Look at my fist

You know how froze that is…

Meek Mill – Froze* Lyrics

[Snippet]
[Bridge: Lil Uzi Vert]
I’m a rockstar smash my guitar
Diamonds on my fist and on my arms
Meek and I don’t dress the same, real [?] Goyard
Frostbite on my pinky ring watch me flex on y’all

[Verse 1: Meek Mill]
I get it know, these niggas mad that she chose the kid
Ballin’ I’m tryna Derick Rose this shit
I ride around town in Rolls and shit
I got the Bach and we move in that Phil like Christmas to see if there’s hoes and shit
Hundred K large on my Audemar
When we run down we hit one of y’all
I’mma post up at the corner store
Trappin’ all night by I shine like an [?]
I am so hot I might break the thermometer
Cowards they watch us and follow us
Flip through that paper don’t count it though
All of these jewels like I celebrate Hanukkah
I got a different kind of money
I’m on a different kind of ground
I’m with some different type of niggas
We on a different type of time
Go get the money fuck them bitches
Bitches be gettin’ out of line
I turned that one into a two
I turned that point into a nine
Hey, hey, hey, hey, aye
[Hook: Lil Uzi Vert]
You know how froze that is
Look at my neck, damn
You know how froze that is
Look at my wrist
You know how froze that is
Look at my fist
You know how froze that is

[Verse 2: Lil Uzi Vert]
Skrrr, driving around in a Bently ya
Following Meek and Nicki ya
It is just me and lil’ Brittney ya
Diamonds so wet you could slip
Look at the bitch, take a picture [?]
She ride my dick like a dirt bike, you know she go both ways
[?] to a milli ya
Drive a Porche all up in Philly
Holding that gun with no uzi
Diamonds in Rollie get cooly

[Bridge: Lil Uzi Vert]
I’m a rockstar smash my guitar
Diamonds on my fist and on my arms
Meek and I don’t dress the same, real [?] Goyard
Frostbite on my pinky ring watch me flex on y’all

[Verse 3: Nicki Minaj]
I get it now dudes is mad at these 80 M’s
2012 I was balling like Tom Brady then
Movie I’m living through this Scorsese lens
Get at me and deep throat a 380 [?]

Swifter jet, come through on that bigger jet
We land in them new ports, no babe not cigarettes
Clear ports, air force, sweats on…