Lil B – Lone Warrior Lyrics

[Intro]
Evil Red Flame
Thank you for downloading and collecting
We got a long wild ride
This life shit is crazy, you feel me
I’m telling you man, niggas don’t know
This for life, you feel me
On my life, man
This is Final… yeah
You know, motherfuckers try to tell you everything that you can’t do, what you won’t do
Niggas like me ain’t gon’ stop
[Verse]
This is Final Fantasy, the end of the new world
Kind of like the free world, when it gave Sea World
Niggas moved down from the train, can’t take the rain
Wanna bomb the whole block, dude can’t take the Flame
Damn near killed himself cause his girl cheating
Lot of niggas claim real but false preaching
He might look real, not deceived by his features
In the mean time, it’s getting money time
Lord protect me from the evil people
I’ma watch my own back, got my own stacks
Got my own pad and I’m writing new raps
Let the top back, let the roof back
Niggas won’t stop the realest
I hustle hard, you can feel it
Red Flame, evil version, trust me nigga thugging
Protect me from blood shed, them fake niggas spitting
Dynasty Warrior, top of the division
Lil B
[Outro]
This Evil Red Flame, I’m a warrior
I feel like I’m a lone warrior
Alone Shaolin style
Walking through this world alone
There’ll be a lot pain
A lot of praise
But you know that’s what happens when you’re a samurai
Lil B, Lone Warrior

Khia – Backwoods Lyrics

808 blasting, through the hood I’m passing
Nigga, why you asking? Hit the wood and pass it, oh-oh
[Hook]
[Verse 3]
Head chopped off, rooftop gone
Wood grain boss
Bitch, you know me costs
Checking out the boys with they toys
Rim shiny, candy paint blinding
Smoking on hypnotic
Hoes clocking, cause they man watching
Tell me when you see
A bitches best me
D still got me going
Calling one hit wonder
Blow smoke in your face
Me and Mary Jane
[Hook] [Hook]
I’m out here smoking on the woods
Way in the back
Drop a whole gram in it and I think I need a drank
You see me ride through the hood
Sunroof gone
Kickin’ in the scene
Where the gangsters lean, oh-oh
I’m smoking on the woods
Way in the back
Got me high, lookin’ good and I think I need a drank
You see me ride through the hood
Sunroof gone
Kickin’ in the scene
Where the gangsters lean, oh-oh
[Verse 1]
I’m out here smoking on the wood
Way in the back
Got me high feeling good and I think I need a drank
Titties sittin’ up pretty, and my ass sittin’ fat
Tryin’ to pull up on my nigga cause I know that’s where he at
In the hood, where it’s good
Rooftop gone
Kickin’ in the scene
Where the gangsters lean
My cup on full
My pockets on (?)
Smoke out your (?)
Boy, I’m out of control, oh-oh
[Hook]
[Verse 2]
I slide through the hood
Way in the back
Looking fly, feeling good
About to pour another drank
Smoking on my backwood
Chilling with my black wood
Cause he break my back good
And he make me act good
Crumbling herb all day, and day
Andre, press play, what you say?

G Herbo – 4 Nem Lyrics

We all fucked the hoe before him
GB with me, plus I buy my pipes from O’nem
Pigs at my granny door, don”t ask me shit, don’t know them
I be off the Percs on foenem, you be on shirts, on foenem
One call they lurk, on folks nem’, you don’t wanna see foenem’
On foenem’, on foenem’, on foenem’, on foenem’, on foenem’ We all fucked the hoe before him
GB with me, plus I buy my pipes from O’nem
Pigs at my granny door, don”t ask me shit, don’t know them
I be off the Percs on foenem, you be on shirts, on foenem
One call they lurk, on folks nem’, you don’t wanna see foenem’
On foenem’, on foenem’, on foenem’, on foenem’, on foenem’
[Verse 1]
First off, lets be clear as fuck, the opps we let off
Shots with foenem, I be all up in the Gucci store clutching
The Glock, yea you know I be shopping a lot
Dashing the two door, don’t care if I’m solo or not
Call me “Swervo” it’s off with the top
I see the enemy, on sight it’s off with his top
Even though I like talking a lot
Tried to stay up in the trap, fell asleep off the drop
Woke up, walked on the block, something told me
To mix Ecstasy with the Codeine, must of been
Kobe talking to Roc, lately I keep switching states
And a lot of new faces keep hating, don’t know why
I don’t know them, foreigns in traffic with foenem
And four seaters, .40’s, we 4 deep, you know we got 4 ‘dem
[Hook]
I might buy a wig, I fucked a model bitch on foenem’
How you wife that bitch? We all fucked the hoe before him
GB with me, plus I buy my pipes from O’nem
Pigs at my granny door, don”t ask me shit, don’t know them
I be off the Percs on foenem, you be on shirts, on foenem
One call they lurk, on folks nem’, you don’t wanna see foenem’
On foenem’, on foenem’, on foenem’, on foenem’, on foenem’
[Verse 2]
G Herbo, yea that’s that nigga, you know him
He getting that money, on foenem
600 Horse like a rodeo, in that new Bent with that
Rollie on, sweater by Kenzo from Tokyo
I’m from No Limit so I’m reppin’ Vito and Fazo
With Kobe and Roc that’s big bro nem’
Fuck with real niggas, so Lil Durk, he know how
We rock, OTF, 0-6 foenem, that’s foenem
Walked in the spot, looking for your lil hoe nem’
Clips is extended, we toting them please don’t get hit up
Niggas be mad hating on foenem’ about hoes we been
Fuckin before them, don’t even come near us
Pass out them head-shots, they have to shovel a lil
Nigga shit up. can’t even sit up, hollow tips put him
In shock, now he holding his breath like a hiccup
[Hook]
I might buy a wig, I fucked a model bitch on foenem’
How you wife that bitch? [Intro]
G Herbo, gang gang
150 Dream Team, gang shit bitch
You know what I’m sayin’
150, 300, shoutout Durkio, ya know
Ay, foenem, on foenem
[Hook]
I might buy a wig, I fucked a model bitch on foenem’
How you wife that bitch?

G Herbo – All Day Lyrics

[Intro: G Herbo]
Young Chop on the beat
G Herbo
You know I’m a street nigga–real street nigga and that’s common sense
Everybody know you ‘posed to get money, stay out the way
Lookin’ down the barrel of that hammer for my last time
Made me slow down, look at life
Why I’m just gon’ give you mine? Shout out grandma ’cause she put me out
Shout out every nigga ever [?] me out
Same nigga threw a cross at me, same nigga that ain’t wit’ me now
Same niggas when I went to jail, they ain’t make my [?]
Same bitch broke bad when I did time
Same nigga fucked my bitch when I was on the run
[Chorus: G Herbo]
Alleys, corners, hallways
Placin’ orders all day
Postin’ out there wit’ them pistols all day
I been wit’ my niggas out there all day
Alleys, corners, hallways
Placin’ orders all day
Postin’ out there wit’ them pistols all day
I been wit’ my niggas out there all day ’09 I was doin’ fine
Broke as fuck, school shirts, on the bus
Since I been gettin’ paper, shit ain’t holdin’ up
I never break nigga, fold for what? Keep your head up in the rack then
Yeah, okay, get whacked then
Better have in your back then
Better keep the strap on your lap then
Better keep your homies on [?]
I’m just gon’ put one up in yo’ chest then
Better go faster than the feds then
Okay, we givin’ face shots, nothin’ less than
On the block 24, no restin’
Stand over niggas, drop 10 out FNs
I don’t give a fuck, I done lost my best friend
All this money must be why I’m stressed then
Too many times I was close to death in the streets
I’ma keep gridin’, keep gettin’ checks in
Gotta kill by any means
Enemy next to me
I can’t accept defeat
Pickin’ up three [?] every weekend, that’s a least 60 racks a week
[Chorus: G Herbo]
Alleys, corners, hallways
Placin’ orders all day
Postin’ out there wit’ them pistols all day
I been wit’ my niggas out there all day
Alleys, corners, hallways
Placin’ orders all day
Postin’ out there wit’ them pistols all day
I been wit’ my niggas out there all day
[Verse 2: Blac Youngsta]
Everything I gotta grind for
You know I work hard for mines, bro
They showed me love when I was broke, then they changed when I singed, bro
Everybody turn their back on me
Swear to God, that’s a fact homie
At first them niggas they was black wit’ me, then they went a little black on me
They got a little more dogs
I got a little more smart
I backed away from that bullshit, then I got a little more far
I’m the most gangster nigga from my city
I don’t wanna know ’cause it ain’t my business
I don’t give a fuck about her feelings
Fuck that bitch I don’t want that bitch, I don’t want dealings
I was in a drug bust wit’ my dope on the backseat
Gun on the front seat wit’ my ankle bracelet on my feet
I been on the block all day
Shot a nigga in the hallway
Have you ever ran in the corner store, pulled a stickup broad day? Every damn waist still loaded up
Roll it up
If you throwin’ Bs, nigga, hold it up
Niggas know what up
If you book me for a show, know I sold it up
Soon as he pull up through the back of the door, got them poles wit’ us
And I’m froze as fuck
Only pick up 10K bankrolls and up
10K, that’s a backend
Pull another 100 racks out the bank, put it back in
Be safe if you lackin’
How ’bout blow the whole 30 shots and get back in?

G Herbo – Done for Me Lyrics

Nobody never
Who gon’ take somethin’ from you? Never got nothing done for me
Never hear no love from you
Never shot no guns for me
Nigga tell me what you done for me
Tell me what you done for me
Show me somethin’ you done for me
Nigga what you done for me? Never got nothing done for me
Never hear no love from you
Never shot no guns for me Never got nothing done for me
Never hear no love from you
Never shot no guns for me
Nigga tell me what you done for me
Tell me what you done for me
Show me somethin’ you done for me
Nigga what you done for me? Nobody ever
Tell ’em I see you around, get wit’ the schedule
If that nigga out of bounds get him together
[Chorus]
Nigga tell me what you done for me
Tell me what you done for me
Show me somethin’ you done for me
Nigga what you done for me? [Chorus]
Nigga tell me what you done for me
Tell me what you done for me
Show me somethin’ you done for me
Nigga what you done for me? Never got nothing done for me
Never hear no love from you
Never shot no guns for me
[Verse 1]
My lil’ niggas blood thirsty
Yo’ lil’ niggas blood suckers
I treat mine like blood brothers
They get nothin’ but love from me
Pass out all these choppers, watch them cut up like a motherfucker
If you want that beef shit we got all you niggas like four rubbers
Best keep your head up, niggas get wet up
Drop twenty-something hollows in his sweater
Everybody over here totin’ Berettas
We’ll go twenty-zero if you let us
If you wanna get up, I will whatever
Quit all that talking and bet up
And everybody over here gettin’ some money
Shoot 500 and bet up
Herbo who does somethin’ for you? Never got nothing done for me
Never hear no love from you
Never shot no guns for me
Nigga tell me what you done for me
Tell me what you done for me
Show me somethin’ you done for me
Nigga what you done for me? Never shot no guns for me
You know we do that for fun homie
Leave the house, yeah, they was [?] on me
Run my block 100 Ps for 200 Gs
How y’all niggas [bad jury?]
Pullin’ up in [Beats?]
And young nigga you don’t owe nothin’ to me, I just wanna see you eat
Only make sense I do somethin’ for you, niggas ain’t do nothing for me
[?] for a month or two ’til you get comfortable
Probably never tellin’ you get comfortable, nigga, I ain’t do nothing for free
Nigga tell me what you did for me
Like I said, blow this SIG for me
Or I’m like “Lil’ bro, do this bid for me
Go load up that ratchet, nigga
Aye, go swerve this brick in traffic, nigga
When you finished, then go clap a nigga”
[Chorus]
Nigga tell me what you done for me
Tell me what you done for me
Show me somethin’ you done for me
Nigga what you done for me? Never got nothing done for me
Never hear no love from you
Never shot no guns for me
[Verse 2]
Nigga what you done for me?

Tyga – Faithful Lyrics

[Intro: Tyga]
Oh, you leaving me, I’m leaving me
I make you rock
[Chorus: Tyga]
Have faith in me, have faith in me
Have a lil faith in me, oh, have faith in me
When your road gets dark and you can no longer see
Let your boy throw a spark and have a lil faith in me to get you out
Sensation, communication, penetration, stimulation
Ventilation, innovation, you get impatient but have a lil faith
Sensation, communication, penetration, stimulation
Ventilation, innovation, you get impatient but baby, baby
[Verse 1: Tyga]
Have faith in me, just wait for me
Put all your weight on me, everything on me
Lean on me like the drink on me
And have faith in me, faith in me, yeah
You were blind and I made you see, yeah
Give me time, give me peace of mind
Love me faithfully, baby, baby, have faith
That face is first place, yeah, can’t be replaced, yeah
I race to your side, I try and fail but never fail to try
1, and try again, 2, and try again
I might have been outta my mind
To my defense, pressure makes diamonds
And you see how I shine
[Chorus: Tyga]
So have faith in me, have faith in me
Have a lil faith in me, oh, have faith in me
When your road gets dark and you can no longer see
Let your boy throw a spark and have a lil faith in me to get you out
Sensation, communication, penetration, stimulation
Ventilation, innovation, you get impatient but have a lil faith
Sensation, communication, penetration, stimulation
Ventilation, innovation, you get impatient but baby, baby
[Verse 2: Tory Lanez]
Have some faith in me, baby, know the stakes have been crazy
All this time has been passing, and now I’m talking action
Seatbelt fastened, got me in the speedway dashing
Clean but I love it when she get nasty
She just passed me, keep a bad one with it
Just so she can make the threesome nasty
That’s flashy and I’m classy
But real enough to fuck you in the backseat
Push you in the pad like you in a maxi
And have you running to me like you in a track meet
You attract me but keep it on track
‘Cause the fact is I want you to have faith in me
It’s gon’ work, believe me
[Chorus: Tyga]
So have faith in me, have faith in me
Have a lil faith in me, oh, have faith in me
When your road gets dark and you can no longer see
Let your boy throw a spark and have a lil faith in me to get you out
Sensation, communication, penetration, stimulation
Ventilation, innovation, you get impatient but have a lil faith
Sensation, communication, penetration, stimulation
Ventilation, innovation, you get impatient but baby, baby
Have a lil faith in me

YG – Suu Whoop Lyrics

Lil’ Buddha from that 400 block (4Hunnid)
[Pre-Chorus]
Suu whoop, my coupe, suu whoop, suu whoop
Suu whoop, my bitch, put red on her shoes
Suu whoop ’til I die, no lie, that’s truth
Suu whoop, gang ties, bullet wounds, that’s proof
[Chorus]
Suu whoop gang or don’t bang (suu whoo-suu whoop, bang)
You ain’t got a pistol, don’t hang (suu whoo-suu whoop, don’t hang)
I ain’t scared, nigga, I’m brazy (suu whoo-suu whoop, I’m brazy)
YG a rapper and he full-fledged bang (bang)
[Verse 2]
Bangin’ on these bitch niggas
Bangin’ while I’m rich, nigga
I don’t make no sense, nigga
‘Cause I don’t give no shit, nigga
Come to L.A. Big Blood, A.K.A. [Intro]
I’m from West Side Bompton Tree (suu whoop)
Fuck all the fake Bloods and the enemies (suu whoo-suu whoop)
YG 4Hunnid chunkin’ big P’s
Niggas went quiet, then Mustard did the beat
[Pre-Chorus]
Suu whoop, my coupe, suu whoop, suu whoop
Suu whoop, my bitch, put red on her shoes
Suu whoop ’til I die, no lie, that’s truth
Suu whoop, gang ties, bullet wounds, that’s proof
[Chorus]
Suu whoop gang or don’t bang (suu whoo-suu whoop, bang)
You ain’t got a pistol, don’t hang (suu whoo-suu whoop, don’t hang)
I ain’t scared, nigga, I’m brazy (suu whoo-suu whoop, I’m brazy)
YG a rapper and he full-fledged bang (bang)
[Verse 1]
Suu whoop my rag (rag,) I’m suu whoop when I’m mad (mad)
“YG don’t you got a daughter?” Yeah, I’m a gangbangin’-ass dad (dad)
Big B, Gucci bag (bag,) blue hundreds in my bag (my bag)
“YG how you feel about the hundreds bein’ blue”
Nigga, I ain’t mad
The Crips know I’m with this Blood shit
Need a Piru and that’s Blood, bitch
Always down with this thug shit
She get fly, she suck dick
Pull up Bentley, mean muggin’ (muggin’)
All daps, she ain’t huggin’
If you a square, you ain’t fuckin’
She love 2Pac, she thuggin’ (she thuggin’, nigga)
[Refrain]
“YG, he brazy (brazy)
Grew up off B Brazy (B Brazy)
YG, he paid (paid)
Don’t get in his way (his way)”
.40 on my waist (my waist)
Like I’m tryna go to jail today (today)
Red rubies in my chain (my chain)
Niggas know how much I paid
A lot, on the block, YG be goin’ to the top, to the top, to the top
In a box, never let ’em put a nigga in a box
‘Cause a nigga off the block
YG A.K.A. End of discussion
[Refrain]
“‘Cause YG, he brazy (brazy)
Grew up off B Brazy (B Brazy)
YG, he paid (paid)
Don’t get in his way (his way)”
.40 on my waist (my waist)
Like I’m tryna go to jail today (today)
Red rubies in my chain (my chain)
Niggas know how much I paid, a lot
[Pre-Chorus]
Suu whoop, my coupe, suu whoop, suu whoop (suu whoop)
Suu whoop, my bitch, put red on her shoes (suu whoop)
Suu whoop ’til I die, no lie, that’s truth
West Side Tree Top Bompton, nigga, on Bloods
Suu whoop, gang ties, bullet wounds, that’s proof
On Piru, suu whoooooop
[Chorus]
Suu whoop gang or don’t bang (suu whoo-suu whoop, bang)
You ain’t got a pistol, don’t hang (suu whoo-suu whoop, don’t hang)
I ain’t scared, nigga, I’m brazy (suu whoo-suu whoop, I’m brazy)
YG a rapper and he full-fledged bang (bang) Big Red Fox (Big Red Fox, nigga)
YG A.K.A. and pay rent, nigga
Your bloodshed ain’t lit, nigga
Fuck it, you don’t wanna be a bitch, nigga
You a clown, you IT, nigga
Suu whoopin’ in my songs
My enemies sing my songs
My suu whoopin’ so strong (so strong)
I can’t do no wrong (no wrong)
My whoopin’ can’t be cloned (can’t clone)
I’m berious, I’m bold (I’m bold)
My bitch in a suu whoop robe (my throne)
Take it off, she in a suu whoop thong (her thong)
I ain’t with the pink-haired Blood shit (suu whoop)
I ain’t with the only-at-the-club-Bloodin’ (suu whoo-suu whoop)
My niggas I be with, they known for bustin’ (suu whoo-suu whoop-whoop)
What, who and where?

Young Dolph – Blonde & a Onion Lyrics

Me and my white bitch just smoked a whole zip (stankin’)
Too much ice on me, damn I gave the bitch the chills (woo)
Found out that he wasn’t real, that shit brought me to tears (damn)
Found out her booty wasn’t real and I didn’t give a damn (haha)
What’s that on your back girl, that thing look like a ham (fat)
She said she get it from her mama, I said bitch you lyin’ (you lyin’)
A hundo for my time (a huncho), they like how I shine, hey
[Chorus]
Long hair (yeah yeah), she don’t care (yeah yeah)
Extended clips (thirty thirty), hollow tips (fire fire)
Fast motor (skrrt), marijuana odor (yeah yeah)
High roller, bitches say he bipolar (ayy what you on?)
Rich nigga (yeah yeah), bad bitches (yeah yeah)
You can’t tell me shit (why?), I don’t listen (I don’t listen)
Money counter (ayy), lot of hundreds (ayy)
Me and a blonde bitch just smoked a whole onion (hey, hey)
[Outro]
Me and a blonde bitch just smoked a whole onion
Me and a blonde bitch just smoked a whole onion
When we walk in, that’s a lot of money
A whole lot of drip, uh-huh, that’s how I’m comin’ [Intro]
Yeah
Yeah
[Verse 1]
I turn one (ayy) into two (ayy), I turn three (ayy) into four (ayy, million)
But I remember clear as day the days when I was broke (yup)
Sellin’ nicks and dimes right in front the corner store (for real)
Them white and blue lights pull up, take off runnin’, that’s the folks (that’s 12)
Told mama I ain’t with that starvin’ shit no more (fuck that)
You ain’t gotta ask me, hell yeah I’m sellin’ dope (ayy who that?)
That lil nigga ’round the corner got it for the low (it’s Dolph)
You ain’t gotta ask me, hell yeah I smashed your ho (uh)
Ball around the globe (whoa), rock a lot of gold (whoa)
I call your bitch green light shawty ’cause that bitch on go (on go)
I call all y’all niggas pussy ’cause all y’all some hoes (hah)
She looked me up and down and she said what the fuck are those? (drippy)
Fucked her on the top floor now she loungin’ in my robe (yeah)
I can’t trust a nigga ’cause that’s just the way it goes (for real)
I can’t fuck with you lil nigga, I heard that you told
Got a ghetto East Oakland bitch, I call her Keyshia cole (ayy ayy ayy)
[Chorus]
Long hair (yeah yeah), she don’t care (yeah yeah)
Extended clips (thirty thirty), hollow tips (fire fire)
Fast motor (skrrt), marijuana odor (yeah yeah)
High roller, bitches say he bipolar (ayy what you on?)
Rich nigga (yeah yeah), bad bitches (yeah yeah)
You can’t tell me shit (why?), I don’t listen (I don’t listen)
Money counter (ayy), lot of hundreds (ayy)
Me and a blonde bitch just smoked a whole onion (hey, hey)
[Verse 2]
Ayy what you doin’?

Young Dolph – Playa Lyrics

All of these diamonds on me, they say I ain’t playin’ fair (damn)
Pull up at the mansion, I got cameras everywhere (uh)
Dobermans in the backyard like the president (uh)
Fifty bitches on my dick, call me Dolph the pimp (hey)
Don’t give a fuck, ain’t a rich nigga, you a shrimp (lil boy)
Court side with my lil son watchin’ LeBron and them, hah
P’s of cannabis, my nigga I sold tons of them, hah
Drop a bag on his head, each and every one of them, hah
And these bitches (what?), nah, we don’t love none of them (nah)
The police get behind this Rari, I’ma run from them (skrrt)
You know that they smokin’ weed and they got guns in there (yeah yeah)
Got a bad bitch waitin’ on me with no underwear (yeah yeah)
Black skirt, not a lick of panties under there (uh-huh)
Gangster from the start, my heart ain’t got no love in there (uh-huh)
They always on my IG just to see what I wear
Got somebody’s bitch bent over, from the back and pullin’ hair (huh)
Fuck it, I don’t care (fuck it)
Count better than I spell (fuck it)
It smoke how it smell (fuck it)
Fuck ’em, send some shells (fuck ’em)
I just bought a P to smoke and I ain’t got shit for sale (nah)
I know you can tell (what?), I’m a fuckin’ player (player)
[Chorus]
Player (player), player (player), player (player), player (player)
Motherfuckin’ player (motherfuckin’ player), I’m a fuckin’ player
Player player (player), player (player)
I’m a fuckin’ player (motherfuckin’ player)
I’m a fuckin’ player (motherfuckin’ player), motherfuckin’ player
[Verse 2]
Look how that shit hit (shine), Michael Jackson dancin’ (dance)
White bitch told me she wanna go fuck to Marilyn Manson (hol’ up)
My hood bitch said she wanna fuck me good then make a sandwich (okay)
I turned it to a traphouse but at first it was abandoned (trap)
The game been good to me (yeah)
A quarter milly every week (yeah)
I dream about cake when I sleep (yeah)
I wake up like it’s time to eat, hey
Fuck you, pay me (give me that)
Secure the bag daily (whoa whoa)
I’m thinkin’ new Mercedes
Your main bitch my baby (hah)
I fucked your favorite public figure but she say we dated (uh-uh)
My lil nigga can’t stay out of jail, he keep catchin’ cases (damn)
Two of my dogs, they fell out ’bout money and I swear I hate it (shit man)
I put extra ice on my wrist because it keep on achin’ (woo)
I put her legs behind her and now she keep on shakin’ (woo)
Bitch I went from a Cutlass (Cutlass), to a double R (R)
Light up my blunt then push a button, that motherfucker start (yeah)
Trap nigga living large (yeah)
I put that on God (ayy)
[Chorus]
Player (player), player (player), player (player), player (player)
Motherfuckin’ player (motherfuckin’ player), I’m a fuckin’ player
Player player (player), player (player)
I’m a fuckin’ player (motherfuckin’ player)
I’m a fuckin’ player (motherfuckin’ player), motherfuckin’ player [Intro]
Ayy, ayy
Ayyyy
Buddah blessed this beat
[Verse 1]
What up?

G Herbo – My Way Lyrics

Go buy a bezel
And I’m out here by my lonely
One up on me, niggas can’t get one up on me
Run up on me, ain’t gotta cock it, one up on me
Get a little cocky, big bro told me, nigga, you chosen
Bad enough I say “I’m broke”, everybody be like “Nigga you hoeing”
I can’t lie, I’m holdin’
I can’t fold it, rubber band to hold it
Now I’m out in [La Postolle?] rollin’, in my flipflops strollin’
Still got paranoia, I’m off [?] lookin’ off my shoulder
Book me for a show, I ain’t gon’ go unless you get my pole in
[Chorus]
Bitches love me
‘Cause they love gangsters
Gettin’ money
This that Palm Angels
This a hurdle
Issa 30
It’s Lil Herbo
Two door, swervin’
Aye, aye
And I have my way
Aye, aye
And I have my way
Aye, aye
And I have my way
And I have my way
Yeah, I have my way
[Verse 2]
Aye, bitch I have my way
Yeah I drive i8s
And I’m still [?]
Still’ll take fly on the jakes
Let a fuck nigga try and invade my home
Chopper shell right in the face
I secure my chain like a iPhone
Fingerprint right on the safe
Got girl scouts straight from the bay
Gucci shirt came from the A
Used to sip lean by the case
Thought it make the pain go away
I was high, fuck around, caught a case
Then them fights ain’t still go away
So far I gave my lawyer 8K, but that shit I make that rain in a day
Bitches love me
‘Cause they love gangsters
I bought all of that Balmain, this that Palm Angels
She got all of that [?], swallow all I came
These hoes be actin’ like they thang but they all basic
[Chorus]
Bitches love me
‘Cause they love gangsters
Gettin’ money
This that Palm Angels
This a hurdle
Issa 30
It’s Lil Herbo
Two door, swervin’
Aye, aye
And I have my way
Aye, aye
And I have my way
Aye, aye
And I have my way
And I have my way
Yeah, I have my way [Intro]
Uh huh
Aye
Damn, hol’ on
What the fuck? Who the fuck is this? Hol’ on
Aye
Aye
[Verse 1]
IPhone goin’ off
Press decline, hit the power button just to throw it off
Annoyin’ ass lil’ bitch keep texting me
I hate a know-it-all
I hit bitches ASAP on the first night I don’t know at all
And if you think this shit got them sick, wait ’til I show it all
50K, I put that on my wrist, ain’t have no glow at all
Plain Jane, sky dweller
Get that money now or never
Got that chick, you know I’m gangster
What I do?

Sia – Tulip Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Tulip is a girl full of love
But I won’t leave her
She can make her mind up
Tulip is the one
Who takes pride in all she’s done
She will show it all off
Tulip takes the pain
With a smile up on her face
She loves
[Chorus]
Tulip loves the sun
Tulip loves the sun
Tulip loves the sun
Tulip loves the sun
Tulip loves the sun
Tulip loves the sun
Tulip loves the sun
Tulip loves the sun
[Verse 2]
Tulip loves the breeze
She will tickle, she will tease
She sways in her glory
Tulip takes a stand
She is tall and she is grand
She will lift your spirits
Tulip is your friend
And when spring is at an end
Don’t cry, she’ll return again
[Chorus]
Tulip loves the sun
Tulip loves the sun
Tulip loves the sun
Tulip loves the sun
Tulip loves the sun
Tulip loves the sun
Tulip loves the sun
Tulip loves the sun
[Bridge]
Don’t cry, she’ll return again
[Chorus]
Tulip loves the sun
Tulip loves the sun
Tulip loves the sun
Tulip loves the sun
Tulip loves the sun
Tulip loves the sun
Tulip loves the sun
Tulip loves the sun

Chuck Strangers – Style Wars (feat. Joey Bada$$)

[Verse 1: Chuck Strangers]
I wanna thank god for this vibe
I’m just layed up high
Thinking fuck a job I’ll rather boss up on somethin’ I believe in
Sonic aesthetically pleasing
Niggas claiming they the best while Rakim still breathin’
Do your Googles nigga I’m in control of things
God and I move together is two
Manifesting a move steady reppin’ the crew
We warriors with the rhymin’
Shouts to Oakland but the warriors from Coney Island
On them rooftops lit one up for 2Pac
Because this is murder rap
Think how quick we grew up low key insane
My best friend she snort cane guess life is like a dice game
Should I risk it with the biscuit that’s when the cops came
The dynamic of my whole block changed
Yo it’s a John Stark
New York mentality
Faded and miseducated 24 years and made it
Now niggas can express they selves
Times I need to be alone
Turn off the MP shut off my phone and just zone
I think of home when I need to be strong
Been rollin’ up no more hittin’ the bong
It’s different phases I’m on when I be writin’ these songs
You can have my heart sing the tales of the light
That the dark run the dark sing painting prosperity
Chopped and new shipment now I got all my equipment
So now I’m plottin’ on some necklaces
Mercedes or the Lexus shit
You can see it in my eyes I got nigga rich endeavours
They gon’ try to hide and make it sound clever
While a metronome tick like a fake Rolex
I wonderin’ who owns next
I just wanna fuck you
Singin’ ass bitch don’t take the curve personal
I’m just tryin’ not to work with you
I’mma be stuntin’ on all the lame niggas who pass me

Young Dolph – Paranoid

[Intro]
Izze The Producer
Yeah, yeah (yup), yeah (yup), yeah (yup)
Yeah (yup), yeah (yup), yeah (yup), yeah (yup)
Yeah (yup), yeah, yeah
Ayy fire that weed up man, ayy
[Chorus]
Money on the floor (floor), chopper by the door (whoa)
I smoke too much weed, it’s reekin’ out my pores (strong)
Lil bitty waist (woo), but she got ass galore
I just count a hundred K and spent it all ’cause I got bored (fuck it)
Smashin’ from the back, her face on the headboard
She graduated with masters but I treat her like a whore (it’s Dolph)
Sold a lot of dope, I do it for the dope boys (for real)
The feds in the hood, this shit got me paranoid (whoa)
[Verse 1]
The feds in the hood (whoa)
And I heard they taking pictures, let me knock on wood (shit)
I hope those folks don’t come and get us
Talkin’ ass bitch (shut up)
I cut her off, didn’t need no scissors (nah)
Nah I don’t like that nigga (fuck ’em)
So I fucked his sister (yeah yeah)
I’m tripple blessed, so today I’m rockin’ a jesus piece (yeah yeah)
Pull out my garage in some shit you drive on Need for Speed (yeah yeah)
I gave her a job at my traphouse sackin’ up P’s (trap)
Fur across my back, Balenciagas on my feet (swag)
Go and get a sack young nigga, and be all you can be (uh-huh)
I spent two hundred stacks on a coupe with two seats (uh-huh)
I used to go to sleep hungry, didn’t have shit to eat (remember that?)
Now I gotta smoke a blunt of weed just to eat
[Chorus]
Money on the floor (floor), chopper by the door (whoa)
I smoke too much weed, it’s reekin’ out my pores (strong)
Lil bitty waist (woo), but she got ass galore
I just count a hundred K and spent it all ’cause I got bored (fuck it)
Smashin’ from the back, her face on the headboard
She graduated with masters but I treat her like a whore (it’s Dolph)
Sold a lot of dope, I do it for the dope boys (for real)
The feds in the hood, this shit got me paranoid (whoa)
[Verse 2]
Patek Philippe with residue on it (uh, yeah, yeah)
These diamonds they hit every time I move, don’t it, uh, uh
You can’t eat with me if you ain’t hungry (nah)
I keep some shit up my sleeve and it always got something to do with money (know that)
I’m throwin’ money on Monday (yup)
I got the bitch off the runway (yup)
Boy you know I’m about gunplay (yup)
Then go pay my tithes on Sunday (thank you God)
I might stop pimpin’ one day (yeah)
I might stop sippin’ one day (damn)
I got so high I’m goin’ the wrong way on the fuckin’ one way
The way I put this shit on me, they be like how do he do it? (hah)
Don’t you bring that bitch ’round me my nigga, ’cause you might lose her (yeah)
She told me that she wanna smoke a blunt and fuck to my music (yeah)
Then she gave me head and told me I should go make a movie, ah
[Chorus]
Money on the floor (floor), chopper by the door (whoa)
I smoke too much weed, it’s reekin’ out my pores (strong)
Lil bitty waist (woo), but she got ass galore
I just count a hundred K and spent it all ’cause I got bored (fuck it)
Smashin’ from the back, her face on the headboard
She graduated with masters but I treat her like a whore (it’s Dolph)
Sold a lot of dope, I do it for the dope boys (for real)
The feds in the hood, this shit got me paranoid (whoa)

smokepurpp – Big Bucks

I fucked that bitch, she brought her sister
And I hit it ’til the morning, then I dipped her
Yeah, dripped up, yeah bitch I’m Ricked up
100 bands at Neiman Marcus, nigga, catch up
All that fu shit on your neck gon’ get you rashed up
Swear I’m flexing on these niggas, bitch, I sauce
Niggas fallin’ off the game, and I’m the cause
I swear to God these niggas pussy, menopause
You get no money, lil nigga, hold applause
[Chorus]
I count big bucks, keep a thing tucked
I count big bucks, keep a thing tucked
I count big bucks, keep a thing tucked
I count big bucks, keep a thing tucked

[Verse 2]
Gucci Gang, Gucci Gang, we just hit a stain
And I came with two pistols like I’m Max Payne
Six Os in my bank, I can’t think the same
You got your mind around these bitches, we don’t think the same
Damn, and I sip on Wok, Wok, Wok, Wok, Wok
Pop a perc, then I xan, then I drop
I just pulled up to my show to drop the top
Krispy Kreme, I’m doing donuts in the lot
[Chorus]
I count big bucks, keep a thing tucked
I count big bucks, keep a thing tucked
I count big bucks, keep a thing tucked
I count big bucks, keep a thing tucked
Lil Purpp! [Intro]
Lil Purpp bless your trap, huh
I count big bucks, keep a thing tucked
I count big bucks
Oh my god, Ronny
[Verse 1]
I count big bucks, keep a thing tucked
We can get up, nigga, we can get up
Chopper leave a nigga doing sit-ups
That’s yo hoe?

JOY. – Change

That look on me’s everlasting
Please look sorry don’t have the answers on it
Never thought that I’d be where I am today
Never thought that I’d see who I am today
Fading on the floor with all my thoughts
All I ever do is watch the leads
I keep running back to you
I don’t know what for
I just cannot seem to find my peace
And still I’m waiting, I’m waiting, I’m waiting
But you never came
And still I’m waiting, I’m waiting, my mistake
Oh you’ll never change
Oh the shame, oh the shame, I’m the only one
I’ve got to blame
I’m a fool for your love, I’m afraid because
You’ll never change
I wrote, I wrote a letter to you
I’ll never send
Oh what, oh what a feeling to know I’m not healing
And still I’m waiting, I’m waiting, I’m waiting
But you never came
And still I’m waiting, I’m waiting, my mistake
Oh you’ll never change
Oh the shame, oh the shame, I’m the only one
I’ve got to blame
I’m a fool for your love, I’m afraid because
You’ll never change

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