Tyga – SWISH Lyrics

in his prime, hard net to launch
Swish, do it on me all night
Yeah, I wanna bust it down until it’s daylight
How you keep your toes white and the pussy tight
Ohh, the 42 got you feelin’ nice
Ohh, Kawasaki bout to lick her bike (uh)
Rich, rich, they rich, you know what I like
Cum girl, g-go in overtime
Girl you look good, won’t you, you know the line
Cum girl, I’m tryna get your pussy wet
[Chorus: Tyga & David Banner]
Uh, ba-back that ass
Uh, ba-back that ass
Girl you look good when you back that ass
Cum girl, I’m tryna get your pussy wet
Uh, ba-back that ass
Uh, ba-back that ass, girl you look good, make me spend that cash
[Verse 2: Tyga & David Banner]
Finger fuckin’ money, finger bangin’ to the hunnid (hah)
If you act like you want it, I can put you on it
Too blessed to be stress, sex in the morning
You can have my t-shirt if you really want it
Trunk in the front, pop that, pop that, pop that, pop, pop, pop that
If I gave you my number, better hold that
In the party goin’ dumb, hoes squamates
And I just threw, 20 in the strip
Aye, aye, see this on my wrist
Aye, aye, hunnid on my neck
Bling, bling, saucy with the drip
Could it be my cash, why you on my dick
Cum girl, I’m tryna get your pussy wet
Cum girl, I’m tryna get your pussy wet
Cum girl, I’m tryna get your pussy wet
Cum girl, I’m tryna get your pussy wet
[Chorus: Tyga & David Banner]
Uh, ba-back that ass
Uh, ba-back that ass
Girl you look good when you back that ass
Cum girl, I’m tryna get your pussy wet
Uh, ba-back that ass
Uh, ba-back that ass, girl you look good, make me spend that cash
[Bridge: Tyga, David Banner & Sample]
Gitty up, and gitty up, and gitty up and gitty up and gitty up
And gitty up, and gitty up, and gitty up and
Cum girl, I’m tryna get your pussy wet
Gitty up, and gitty up, and gitty up and gitty up and gitty up
And gitty up, and gitty up, and gitty up and
Bend that, bend that, bend that ca-
Bend that, bend that, bend that (hah, hah)
Bend that
Pop, pop, pop that
Cum girl, I’m tryna get your pussy wet
[Chorus: Tyga & David Banner]
Uh, ba-back that ass
Uh, ba-back that ass
Girl you look good when you back that ass
Cum girl, I’m tryna get your pussy wet
Uh, ba-back that ass
Uh, ba-back that ass, girl you look good, make me spend that cash
[Outro: Tyga]
Could it be my cash
And I just threw 20 in the strip
Could it be my cash
And I just threw 20 in the strip [Intro: David Banner]
D.A got that dope
Cum girl, I’m tryna get your pussy wet
Cum girl, I’m tryna get your pussy wet
[Verse 1: Tyga & David Banner]
Okay, so high and I’m lookin’ at my Rollie time
Fucked her once gotta call her for the seventh time
So sincere but don’t get out of line
A.I.

YBN Nahmir – I Got A Bag Lyrics

[Chorus]
I got a bag I love to flex aye
I am the man, I run through checks aye
And I be cruising in a Lex aye
You know I’m better than the rest aye
I got a bag I love to flex aye
I am the man, I run through checks aye
And I be cruising in a Lex aye
You know I’m better than the rest aye
[Verse 1]
I got a bag I love to flex
Counting up them bands
Hit my line up for that package
You know my shit the best
She like she just want a passport
So I’m like what you hit my line for
[Chorus]
I got a bag I love to flex aye
I am the man, I run through checks aye
And I be cruising in a Lex aye
You know I’m better than the rest aye
I got a bag I love to flex aye
I am the man, I run through checks aye
And I be cruising in a Lex aye
You know I’m better than the rest aye
[Verse 2]
Pour sprite in my cup then I pour some juice up in it
And the police on my ass just because my windows tinted
If a nigga want that static my nigga Glizzy let you have it
Ain’t shit change bitch I’m still on that block
And I’m pulled up
A nigga run up on me, he getting fucked up
Those .223s hit yo whip then you out of luck
Nigga want that static choppas gone light they block up
Bitch I’m about a bag now
I be doing shows out of town
Man these niggas wanna be like me
Cause I be fishing in my money deep
I be flexing about a bag
You my son, I make you call me dad
I’m a grind until I get a Jag
No, I’m a grind until I get a pad
[Chorus]
I got a bag I love to flex aye
I am the man, I run through checks aye
And I be cruising in a Lex aye
You know I’m better than the rest aye
I got a bag I love to flex aye
I am the man, I run through checks aye
And I be cruising in a Lex aye
You know I’m better than the rest aye

DJ Khaled – Where You At Lyrics

Khaled! [Chorus: Freeway]
I’m from the East where them ARs shooting
Ruthless, niggas will leave you naked, for the record
Khaled from the South where them bammers be moving
Walk into yo’ house and will leave you tied up, for the dollar
Can’t forget the West, where them niggas be looting
Shooting over colors, they will kill ya mother, for the record
And where you at, nigga? That’s where you from, nigga
So rep where you from, nigga, wherever you at, nigga
Yeah, yeah, check it, check it
[Verse Three: Malice & Pusha T]
95-South, homie, tell ‘em I’m en route
And I ain’t fronting nothing neither, that ain’t what I’m ‘bout
No doubt; from Virginia, where the drought never touch us
Them dopes in the pillows, the home of the couch-stuffers
Pop clutches, drop-tops on all you motherfuckers
And all the baddest bitches pretending that they love us
Fucking the soul out us, we call ‘em the Golden-Mouthers
Paying for the service with Louis or Gucci pouches
Send ‘em to they spouses, we back in the street
Cooking up them ounces, from a quarter to a ki’
Call me Place-Your-Order P, c’est la vie
If you want it, know, I got it for cheap, Re-Up Gang, niggas! Uh, uh, uh
[Verse One: Freeway]
It’s that slow flow, F-R double-E, nigga
See them pussy niggas but you can’t see me
I’m sunk in the seat
Clutch my hammer close, I’m controlling the V
And love the cities on both the coasts
But still repping the East, yeah
They like, “Freeway, where you been?”
In North Philly, in the hood, cooking a ki’
Tell me, how crooked is he? [Intro: Freeway]
Uh, yeah
Woo! [Chorus: Freeway & Malice]
I’m from the East where them ARs shooting
Ruthless, niggas will leave you naked, for the record
Khaled from the South where them bammers be moving
Walk into yo’ house and will leave you tied up, for the dollar
Can’t forget the West, where them niggas be looting
Shooting over colors, they will kill ya mother, for the record
And where you at, nigga? That’s where you from, nigga
So rep where you from, nigga, wherever you at, nigga The mayor gave him the key to the city
Then he turn around and flood the city with nickels
To break the cycle, the nine-nickel chrome
The mini-mansion, his home
If Khaled call my phone, I’m in the place to be
G4, the M-I, get high, float in the friendly sky
I’m that fly, tell my pilot the fourth
Far as raps, I murder tracks, Philly
I kill the shit out a sixteen
Shit’s mean, spit a clip for the chorus, I
Tape and record it, put the murder on wax, I
Ship it out to Khaled and shoot a video for it, holla! That’s where you from, nigga
So rep where you from, nigga, wherever you at, nigga
[Verse Two: Freeway]
My shooter keep it moving, you niggas barely moving
Them bullets almost hit you, you scream, “A-hallelujah!”
I’m on grind, all-time with the Ruger
And Khaled, all these niggas [?], they want me to lose, but
I’m on my Ps and Qs and, I got my eyes open
Can make it happen with rapping, I get my Ps and Qs in
I know Katrina shooting, know Mr. Free! We cock and bang, niggas, we cop them thangs, niggas
Million records sold and still them same niggas
Bigger picture, grill with the angel fixtures
Where I’m at, they measure worth by your figures, uh! Uh, it’s going down, niggas! Robert smoking
I supply the addicts, they grab the baggage and keep it moving
Keep it, holding, 6-series, not stolen
Drop the lop look like the roof stolen, call the cops
He be stacking like Lego, leave me holding all the blocks
Run up on him, treat you like the drop, roof open
All them stick-up boys scheming on them fat boys scoping
They be hoping that I’m slipping, I be praying that I’m not
Nigga, ’til then, I’m supplying the block
Free at Last almost here, you should keep ya ears open, nigga! [Chorus: Freeway]
I’m from the East where them ARs shooting
Ruthless, niggas will leave you naked, for the record
Khaled from the South where them bammers be moving
Walk into yo’ house and will leave you tied up, for the dollar
Can’t forget the West, where them niggas be looting
Shooting over colors, they will kill ya mother, for the record
And where you at, nigga? Yes!

L’A Capone – We Up (Solo) Lyrics

[Hook]
We up they falling we balling
God damn we up
Stop calling stop stalking
We know we up
[Verse 1]
We at the top now
We riding foreign and shit so let the top down
She wanna top now told her bitch not now
I ain’t got time for shit we geting gwuap now
You ain’t no kin to me
Just a friend to me
I gotta do it 1 time for my enemies
Smoking kush trees
Then we spray febreze
Gucci boots for the winner no scraping knees
If I’m ugly
She love me
Yea i do the ralph lauren prolly rugby
So bitch back up
We sacked up
I got a 40 with a beam and a mac truck
[Hook]
We up they falling we balling
God damn we up
Stop calling stop stalking
We know we up
[Verse 2]
Lemme take them to finesse school
Niggas wearing fake Trues like that’s cool (not cool)
I’ll send the haters at dude
Like Lil JB I’m that dude
We them niggas with that attitude
She want to fuck so I put her on the schedule
We ain’t scared of you
We way ahead of you
And on my hands that’s cocaine residue
Throw L’s up
Get filled up
I don’t he wanna feel the shells hit ya
No snitching
Cause we’ll get ya
I had to do it one time for my niggas
[Hook]
We up they falling we balling
God damn we up
Stop calling stop stalking
We know we up
[Outro]
They falling we balling
God damn we up
Stop calling stop stalking
We know we up

Young Thug – I’m On Lyrics

Joe
We can go high as skies go
Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah
I never seen no bitch that won’t go on a UFO
Ay, ay, oh
Yikes, I know, aye
[Hook: Young Thug]
I’m on, on
I’m on, on
My bag and me, a bunch on
No more public homes, mama
We on, on
Turn the crunch on, I gotta stay on, on
I’m on, on
I’m on, on
I’m on, on
I’m on, on
I been racin’ from the start
Only [?] park the car, yeah
[Verse 1: Young Thug]
Me and you should roll
We should go
I ain’t washin’ my clothes
I’d buy these new clothes
I’d rather buy new clothes
Saint Laurent on my toes
Fifty racks in the store
Fifty more in my coat
Big bank Slime, ho
Spent one or two dimes on her
I spend time with the owners
Big bank, Slime owner
We a different breed
We just tryna succeed
Got some diamonds on my teeth
Tell me who do it like me? I’m ’bout to tease it
First, I gotta eat it
I got my reasons
I got some reasons
Everyone ’round me bleedin’
Yeah, the top floor of the Four Seasons
I was this close to servin’ them keys
Now twenty hoes on they knees
[Hook: Young Thug]
I’m on, on
I’m on, on
My bag and me, a bunch on
No more public homes, mama
We on, on
Turn the crunch on, I gotta stay on, on
I’m on, on
I’m on, on
I’m on, on
I’m on, on
I been racin’ from the start
Only [?] park the car
[Verse 2: YoungBoy Never Broke Again]
Hope your girlfriend got on green, ah
Hit a lick in all black, Reebok
Come down the block in a tank top
And y’all gon’ kill the scene, yeah
Need the money just for what I fiend, yeah
I’ma try just ’bout everything, yeah
I’ma go all out for the green, yeah
I’ma ball out with my team, yeah
I’ma pull up in a ‘vette (skrrt, skrrt)
You know that I’m reppin’ my set (I’m reppin’ my set)
I just hopped out the jet, yeah
Now I’m headed to the check, yeah
Whole lotta money right up in my jeans
I’ma get up and go get what I need
Beat the game, somethin’ like Billie Jean
Mixin’ red in a pint with the green
Hit the gas, I’ma tear up the scene
[?], you ain’t tryin’ me
Walked in with a slime with me
Hit up Ellie for a brand new ring
[Verse 3: Young Thug]
Yeah, bails like south, yeah
Dick in her mouth, yeah
‘Bout to fuck her on the couch, yeah
Fuck her slow like slouch, yeah
‘Bout to get in my mouth, yeah
Hopped from Ferrari to couch, yeah
Bankhead bounce, yeah
None of my diamonds got clout
I got a car in the house like couch
I got a key to your main bitch house
I steer the Rolls Royce today, ain’t feel like gettin’ rained out
Philippe’s on me today
I got a bitch, I ain’t trustin’ her mouth
I ’bout to kick shit sideways right now
‘Bout to say something right now
I got a pill in my stomach right now
I got a lotta new money right now
Blue face, hunnid by the low
Inside out, white nose
Hol’ up, baby girl, move
Everybody cut my bros
Put my dick in her nose
They might pass that hoe to my bros
I got 20-dollar bills, we cold
Got five, put it right up in her nose, yeah
I know she about the green hoe, yeah
Got Jeffery workin’ on these hoes, yeah
Eenie, miney, mo, which one I’m ’bout to floss
Eenie, miney, mo, which one don’t got draws
I’ma pinky roll, pass her to the dawg
Scottie pimp these hoes, show ’em Michael Jordan
All my diamonds bought without the clout
I put it up as if it was a drought
New York niggas call me without a doubt
I’ma ride for ’em like we at the house, uh
Ain’t got a beat in my trunk, yeah
Like factories, I gon’ ride these cars, yeah
Ride a Maybach like a hump, yeah
Backseat turn to a bunk, yeah
I take a trip to ya chain gang, I wanna go to ya compound
Love for every rich nigga except Donald Trump, yeah
All these rap niggas daddy
I should buy some Vans
Money long as a caddy, yeah
All these rap niggas daddy
I should invest in vans
I don’t do no dabbin’ fresher than some ranch
[Hook: Young Thug]
I’m on, on
I’m on, on
My bag and me, a bunch on
No more public homes, mama
We on, on
Turn the crunch on, I gotta stay on, on
I’m on, on
I’m on, on
I’m on, on
I’m on, on
I been racin’ from the start
Only [?] park the car [Intro: Young Thug]
Aye
We got London on da Track
You should loosen up a little bit
Girl, you should loosen up a little bit
I just thought
You should know
Thought that you should know
It’s a whole new world
You can be my girl
You should know
Foreign, we could go
Got a lil’ molly and coke
Use your nose
Gotta use your nose
Use your nose
Got a lil’ molly and coke
But you gotta use your nose
Fee-fi-fo
G.I.

Vic Mensa – Neon Guts (Remix) Lyrics

on beats by Weezer
And I got a colorful aura like Rita
Pop RQ blow, color of Alamarita
Yes, andele, andele, E.I
I’m goin’ Nelly with the white [?] Reeboks
Keep a pump on me like Reeboks
Soulja Boy with the neon Glock
Throwin’ up Star Trak like Spock
Outter space like Star Fox
Stars on the ceilin’ on the Phantom hard-top [Intro]
I had to pull out the cover to America chain if I’m gonna ride a Skateboard beat, ya dig? Shout out to my nigga Terry Kennedy, this some ice cream, BGK, dirty ghetto kid shit, baker three shit
Shaker shit, haha
Yeah
Ayy
[Verse 1]
Neon J’s, neon chain
African beads, Prince Ahkane
Grapefrog ring by Wes Lang
In New Zealand, I’m jet skiin’
Rockin’ ice berg like a Looney Tune
My neck yellow rolled, call it Juicy Fruit
Watch and I be different shades of blue
No Versace, I don’t wear Medusa faces
Milo faces on my shoes
This Bape is from 2002
Human Made on the crew
Cherry red Canada Goose
And when I shoot, you play duck, duck, goose
Gucci cuff links on a Burberry suit
I need the cover, I’m so GQ
You try to fuck her, she say “me too”
I feel like Usher, I’m burnin’ the rubber
My weed different colors, I’m smokin’ on Gushers
My wood is a Russian, it’s color a butter
I’m not CIA, but I wear Undercover
Yeah, Faith Connexion, iridescent, yes
Pharrell Chanel, circle lenses, uh
You ask how much did I spend and, shit
I don’t even know, but it’s expensive, uh
Saint Laurent boots
G-class Benzes, clickin’ my heels like Toto in Kansas
I’m at Eleven with neon dancers, neon jacket, neon vantage
We in Atlanta like Deion Sanders
At Blue Flame throwin’ green Ben Franklins
Come to Garcon off of eBay, uh
You wearin’ Dragon Ball Z Bape
I don’t wear Bape after Nigo
I feel like Drake in my peacoat
I’m in a Rick Owens sheepcoat
Neon guts when she deepthroat
We on London at Heathrow
Apple Ciroc, not Tito’s
Spendin’ them Jacksons, like Tito
I’m on hot, like Ebro
Left my ex, Magneto
That’s faneto, Despacito
Lemme get a little bit, un poquito
Pourin’ up Ace, but it taste like [?]
Shorty get wetter than Puerto Rico, ayy
I got love for my Boricuas
I deliver like I’m pea pod
American Express, it’s a green card
That’s a oxymoron, I’m a retard
Crib got a doorman and a key card
On my retro shit I need a [?]
Pornstar from Brazil like Neymar
She suckin’ my soul like De La
Neon dunks, SVs these de la’s
Call me Dorrough with the ice cream paint job
I’m with Towkio, but she tryna Bangkok
No Pinocchio, I don’t do the nose jobs
Pull up in the Elon Musk
Tesla truck, neon cup
Neon drank, neon dank
That’s a fuckin’ trinity like Leo’s nuts
Pause, you never been to Ibiza
Pinstripe Gucci, I feel like a zebra
Throw up the pyramids like I’m in Giza
In Palestine I show [?]
Met Farrakhan and he said I’m a leader
Put No I.D.

Jon Bellion – Runway Lyrics

And now she gon’ gas up the truck
To make it to the party that she’s gonna rock the same dress at
[Refrain: Jon Bellion]
These girls know how to walk mean (These girls know how to walk mean)
With the swagger of a prom queen (With the swagger of a prom queen)
And I really want to let ’em know (And I really want to let ’em know)
That I love ’em, love ’em, love ’em, love ’em (That I love ’em, I love ’em, I love—)
[Pre-Chorus: Jon Bellion]
Girls that be budgetin’, mixin’, matchin’, and lovin’ it
Stayin’ independent, payin’ taxes to the government
Double time, overtime, in on they cover-up
And I just wanna butter-up every single one of them
[Chorus: Jon Bellion, Samira Gibson]
The world is her runway
Run-run-runway
Said, “runway,” I said, “runway”
The world is my runway
Run-run-runway
Oh, runway
[Bridge: Jon Bellion]
She said she likes a little soul in her music
Well, baby, did you know that I produced this? Yeah
Well, let me see that smile
‘Cause this is what my workin’ ladies doin’ 9 to 5, hey
How you doin’ single lady? This one’s for the ladies
I gotta give ’em somethin’ to move to
[Chorus: Jon Bellion, Samira Gibson]
The world is her runway
Run-run-runway
Said, “runway,” I said, I said, “runway”
The world is my runway
Run-run-runway
Oh, runway
[Verse 1: Jon Bellion, Samira Gibson]
Uh, how you doin’ workin’ lady? Yeah, Beautiful Mind lookin’ for somebody to move with
And, baby girl, I think the shoe fits, shoe fits
[Outro: Jon Bellion]
Run-run-runway
Run-run-runway Good
Was your man drivin’ you crazy? Yeah
Well, it’s gonna be alright
‘Cause this is what my single ladies goin’ out tonight
[Refrain: Jon Bellion]
These girls know how to walk mean
With the swagger of a prom queen
And I really want to let ’em know
That I love ’em, love ’em, love ’em, love ’em
[Pre-Chorus: Jon Bellion]
Girls that be budgetin’, mixin’, matchin’, and lovin’ it
Stayin’ independent, payin’ taxes to the government
Double time, overtime, in on they cover-up
And I just wanna butter-up every single one of them
[Chorus: Jon Bellion, Samira Gibson]
The world is her runway
Run-run-runway
Said, “runway,” I said, “runway”
The world is my runway
Run-run-runway
Oh, runway
[Verse 2: Jon Bellion]
Let me let you in on a little, little secret, um
Bottom-line, we just like it when you walk our way
‘Cause we can barely tell the difference when you wear Targét
‘Cause she’s the hottest when she’s modelin’
Basketball shorts, tank-tops, high socks, yeah, she Dolce and Gabbana’s it
She got the dress at H&M for 20 flat
With 10 bucks left on the paycheck, how’s that? Good
Is your boss drivin’ you crazy? Yeah, Beautiful Mind lookin’ for somebody to move with
And, baby girl, I think the shoe fits
She said she likes a little soul in her music
Well, baby, did you know that I produced this? [Intro: Jon Bellion]
Beautiful Mind, mind
Oh, mind
Yeah, how you doin’ this evenin’?

Xavier Wulf – Chaos Castle Lyrics

[Verse 1: Eddy Baker]
Light up a wood then I get in my zone (oof)
Countin’ them racks got that shit on my own (cash)
Think you want war but this ain’t what you want (bitch)
SESHOLLOWATERBOYZ been at the throne (alright)
You see the shows they all outta control (yeah)
Told the security leave me alone (damn)
Bust out the speakers cause all of the noise (shit)
Started the pit and then started to destroy (bitch)
Start a moshpit when I’m makin’ my entrance (alright)
Fuckin shit up and just stretching my business (yeah)
Stackin my riches I’m straight from the trenches (facts, trenches)
Runnin’ the game like this shit is olympics (shit is game, bitch)
Burn you like bridges, wash you like dishes (yeah)
Bitch I’m a dog and you just a little kitten (alright, just little cat)
Ice on my neck got me feelin all frigid (cold)
Quit the bad guy, little bitch, I’m the villain (bitch)
Makin’ a killin a wonderful feelin’
I’m sellin out shows and trapping out the buidling (yeah)
Niggas be talkin that money and raps but they sleepin’ on mats and got holes in the ceiling (really?)
Me and my niggas is realer than most
We just sit back and smoke we don’t really believe them
Chaos extremist, hot bitch I’m steamin (yeah)
Hated by preachers but loved by the demons
Hoe
[Verse 2: Chris Travis]
Yo, WaterBoyz Entertainment
Bitch, what, bitch, ay
Open up a pit (pit)
Push ’em in this shit (what)
I ain’t fearin shit (what?)
I fight misery (bitch)
I make history, bitch my power limitless
Them bitches slippery (what?)
I might, I might (bitch)
Medicine estrogen you niggas peasants bitch
Can’t even talk cause ya come-up not sellin’ it
Rellin and Vellin it bitch and the legacy of
These little rappers ain’t nothin’ but irrelevant
No I’m not dwellin it, bitch I’m in hell in it
Learn from my lessons this life I’m not feelin it
Scaling it cropping it bitch there no stoppin’ it
Fuck this [?] shit, I want some proper shit, bitch
Ay, don’t be discreet (what?)
Fuckboys can’t enter like a exit screen
Yo, make it how I want, cause I’m prodigy (I’m a prodigy)
And I push it where I want, my cream beside a G
[Verse 3: Xavier Wulf]
Ay, hatin’ ass niggas, man, thievin’ ass niggas, man
I’ll tell you what, man
For every nigga you gotta cut off give yourself a dollar
And make yourself rich, nigga
Niggas hurt, leave it up to me I’ll leave ’em in the dirt
Coupe vert catch me in my 46’s smokin herb
Rope burn naked neck ass niggas kickin curbs
What’s the word? Treat you like a baby, you can’t come in here
Oh my dear, now his favorite bitch is singin’ in my ear
Twinkle Twinkle Twinkle, goes her chandelier, we over here
Talkin about how you just simply don’t compare, you bitch
[Verse 4: Bones]
(what?)
SESHOLLOWATERBOYZ kickin’ through the door, we back in this bitch
We don’t know you, get some dope for the crew, we ain’t passin shit
Still got that blade, I’ll let it go
Said that you’ll pay, we know you broke
Logic can’t see you, you blend in too easily
How can they not know the way when we paved the whole road
Showed them the ropes, they think they classic
Skeleton boy, filled the world with my static
White Noise my life, distorted mind, don’t know the time and I can’t give you mine
Hold up, wait a second now
Now that I am recollecting
Wasn’t you the one who showed us so much love in the beginning? Oh you crossed ya boy you got a bitches nerve
Pull off swerve, drift around the corner then I flip the bird
She got curve, Dominican descent, now I’m onto her
Tesla, bought it for my mama, but a miniature, look at her
Most you niggas fake I cut you every year
Who I fear? Yeah, yeah, that was you
Now-now-now just look at you
Always tryin’ to prove you something, but you nothin’, that’s just true
Sorry (don’t say sorry), go cop that ‘rari
Hope you feel better
Materialistic death wish
Underground god I’m the fuckin definition bitch
Brought another motherfucker out who really convinced thinkin’ that it’s him
Lies, False, something about you off
Came out the grave, fucked up the game
I will make sure they remember the name

The Chainsmokers – Side Effects Lyrics

[Verse 1]
It’s 4AM, I don’t know where to go
Everywhere is closed, I should just go home, yeah
My feet are taking me to your front door
I know I shouldn’t though, heaven only knows that
Oh, the side effect to my loneliness is you
[Chorus 1]
Oh, you’re all that I want
No good at giving you up
Come on and give me some love tonight
Oh, you’re all that I want
No good at giving you up
Come on and give me some love tonight
[Verse 2]
This happens every time I try to mix
Decision making with one too many drinks but
Oh, if late night friends have consequences, cool yeah
[Chorus 2]
Oh, you’re all that I want
No good at giving you up
Come on and give me some love tonight
Oh, you’re all that I want
No good at giving you up
Come on and give me some love tonight
Oh, I think about it all the time
Make it up in my mind, I’m telling you, yeah
Oh, you’re all that I want
No good at giving you up
Come on and give me some love tonight
[Bridge]
Time should’ve taught me the lesson
When looking for a sign, but instead I got a message
I take off my pride every time we undressing
Draw the line, I’m at the line, yeah
Time should’ve taught me the lesson
When looking for a sign, but instead I got a message
I take off my pride every time we undressing
Draw the line, I’m at the line
[Chorus 2]
Oh, you’re all that I want
No good at giving you up
Come on and give me some love tonight, yeah
Oh, you’re all that I want
No good at giving you up
Come on and give me some love tonight, yeah
I, I think about it all the time
Make it up in my mind, I’m telling you, yeah
Oh, you’re all that I want
No good at giving you up
Come on and give me some love tonight
[Outro]
Time should’ve taught me the lesson
When looking for a sign, but instead I got a message
I take off my pride every time we undressing
Draw the line, I’m at the line, yeah
Time should’ve taught me the lesson
When looking for a sign, but instead I got a message
I take off my pride every time we undressing
Draw the line, I’m at the line, yeah

Mac Miller – What’s The Use lyrics

There’s something about it
That just freaks me out
I just want another minute with it, f*ck up little, what’s the use? Never superficial you don’t know it when it hit you
With a little sentimental when I’m off the juice
[Verse 1: Mac Miller]
Yeah, okay we colder than the breeze
But the breeze ain’t flowin’ like me, motherf*cker hol’ up
You don’t need to hol’ up, yeah
And I can show you how I seem what it is what it truly might be
Nothing that you know of, you don’t need to hol’ up
I’m so above from beyond you take drugs to make it up
Way up where we on, space shuttle, Elon
Time we don’t waste much, f*ck and we wake up
Then have her sing just like Céline Dion
Catch me if you can but, you never catch me damn
Whole lotta “yes I am”
All the way in with no exit plan
Already left and the jet don’t land
Yeah, the time is ticking
Come take a ride, get inside, this is highly different
I’m talking fly like a pilot would
Can I mind my business? Never superficial you don’t know it when it hit you
With a little sentimental when I’m off the juice
[Outro: Snoop Dogg]
You can love it
It just freaks me out Never superficial you don’t know it when it hit you
With a little sentimental when I’m off the juice
[Verse 2: Mac Miller]
When I’mma give you what you came for, yeah
Shoulda perk too hard to have a clue who you are
Set the bar so far but par we can parlay all day
Crib long range with the yard
I know I should probably pray more but you gotta love me
‘Cuz I save the day spendin’ money
When I had nothing sh*t it wasn’t so funny
Made a promise to the homies nobody go hungry
Look how far we came, still they throwin’ dirt on my name
But it never worried my brain
Heads turnin’ like a hurricane swervin’
Tell the sun get up outta my shade
If they don’t get the picture, cut ’em out of my frame, sh*t
I’m up 30 thou miles plus change
Spend a while but I’m down ’till I’m out
And it is what it is ’til it ain’t
[Bridge: Thundercat]
[Chorus: Mac Miller + Snoop Dogg]
You can love it, you can leave it
And say you’re nothing without it
Don’t let them keep you down
What if I don’t need it? [Chorus]
You can love it, you can leave it
And say you’re nothing without it
Don’t let them keep you down
What if I don’t need it? There’s something about it
That just freaks me out
I just want another minute with it, f*ck up little, what’s the use?What’s the use? What’s the use? There’s something about it
That just freaks me out
I just want another minute with it, f*ck up little, what’s the use? Give you somethin’ that your eyes can witness
Ooh, too close
I don’t understand why you doing the most
[Chorus: Mac Miller + Snoop Dogg]
You can love it, you can leave it
And say you’re nothing without it
Don’t let them keep you down
What if I don’t need it? Why you trippin’?

Fat Joe – Attention lyrics

Two Birkins in the drop
Verdicts out, yeah I put it in her mouth
Fat ass, slim waist, thick lips, no face, no case so they can’t say sh*t
Yeah she did it yeah she did it on the floor, on the sink, on the counters of the kitchen
Now you’re coming to your senses
Got it wet, Six Flags Great Adventure
Ever since I put that ass in detention
You were showing ass on the crack for attention
[Chorus: Chris Brown]
Now you’re callin’ me for attention, feinin’ for attention
Say you’re looking for that action
Got my name all in your mentions
Oh now you’re coming to your senses, yeah
Now you’re callin’ me for attention, feinin’ for attention
Say you’re looking for that action
Got my name all in your mentions
Oh now you’re coming to your senses
So now we, ooh
And now you got all the time, in the world now you all free and feinin’ for me time, ooh
Feinin’ for me time, ooh
Coming to your senses, feinin’ for me time
[Verse 2: Dre]
Yeah you comin’ to your senses
Yeah you comin’ to your senses
Yeah you comin’ to your, ooh
Yeah you comin’ to your senses
Yeah you comin’ to your senses
Just so you know
Here we go with the same Drama
You actin’ out, seen this before, you after clout
Before you know it you be on the outside
Lookin in, like damn I’m missin’ them good times
Your last nigga did the plug walk
Price trippin’ like how you let the plug walk, yeah
Speak all facts that’s the plug talk
Got you sendin me texts lets f*ck talk
[Chorus: Chris Brown]
Now you’re callin’ me for attention, feinin’ for attention
Say you’re looking for that action
Got my name all in your mentions
Oh now you’re coming to your senses, yeah
Now you’re callin’ me for attention, feinin’ for attention
Say you’re looking for that action
Got my name all in your mentions
Oh now you’re coming to your senses
So now we, ooh
And now you got all the time, in the world now you all free and feinin’ for me time, ooh
Feinin’ for me time, ooh
Coming to your senses, feinin’ for me time
Now you’re callin’ me for attention, feinin’ for attention
Say you’re looking for that action
Got my name all in your mentions
Oh now you’re coming to your senses, yeah
Now you’re callin’ me for attention, feinin’ for attention
Say you’re looking for that action
Got my name all in your mentions
Oh now you’re coming to your senses
So now we, ooh
And now you got all the time, in the world now you all free and feinin’ for me time, ooh
Feinin’ for me time, ooh
Coming to your senses, feinin’ for me time [Intro: Fat Joe]
It’s like Déjà vu
Ladies love cool Dre
Crack! You gotta love us
[Chorus: Chris Brown]
Now you’re callin’ me for attention, feinin’ for attention
Say you’re looking for that action
Got my name all in your mentions
Oh now you’re coming to your senses, yeah
Now you’re callin’ me for attention, feinin’ for attention
Say you’re looking for that action
Got my name all in your mentions
Oh now you’re coming to your senses
So now we, ooh
And now you got all the time, in the world now you all free and feinin’ for me time, ooh
Feinin’ for me time, ooh
Coming to your senses, feinin’ for me time
[Verse 1: Fat Joe]
What’s love but a little ménage
What’s Trump without a little of Kanye?

Denzel Curry – BLACK BALLOONS | 13LACK 13ALLOONZ Lyrics

Curry? What exactly are you trying to hide, Mr. I’m telling you, eventually, they’re gonna catch up to your game
You’re running out of time! We gotta go and figure it out
I ain’t tryna tell you that this life isn’t it
And I just wanna be the rightest I could be
Show my son to think so he could fly high as could be
Always show examples how they kill niggas like me
Thinking as straight as me, but call me crazy
Sign is my attitude, so I’m cool like JAY-Z
Andele, andele, my intelligence for threes
Cancel me like I ain’t the King of D.C
Cancel me like I ain’t the number one G
Cancel me like you don’t like “Dance On Me”
Quickly they forget how you changed on these lies
You flashing on these lights and you savin’ these kids lives
And they hate you ’cause you’re right, give me hell then, shit
Take your turn and fire with a pitchfork, bitch
[Chorus: Denzel Curry & Twelve’len]
Hot pink, Valentine red
Black balloons, over my head
Let it float, let it float, let it float, let it float
Let it float, let it float by me
Let it float, let it float, let it float, let it float
Let it float, let it float by me
Hot pink, Valentine red
Black balloons, over my head
Let it float, let it float, let it float, let it float
Let it float, let it float by me
Let it float, let it float, let it float, let it float
Let it float, let it float by me
[Outro]
Tonight on 102.1, it’s Denny Cascade and the gang and-
Denzel, are you really like Kenobal? [Chorus: Denzel Curry & Twelve’len]
Hot pink, Valentine red
Black balloons, over my head
Let it float, let it float, let it float, let it float
Let it float, let it float by me
Let it float, let it float, let it float, let it float
Let it float, let it float by me
[Verse 1: Denzel Curry]
Inside this paper plane
Note my words are Navy sealed so here and I quote
Taboo and I are in the same boat
What’s said from Pennywise, I guess we all float
Sky is the limit, I could die in a minute
Got my mind in a skillet, suicide not the mission
See the vibe very timid, I’m timid and very sad
Translated my thoughts and feelings I pivot into the pad
Rapers turn to landscapers when they use hoes
Hoes turn to housewives when they see gold
Ice Cube with activator when I’m aggravated
Or decapitated when I lose my head since life is overrated
Ten thousand feet, a thousand steps
I let it all sink to a thousand depths
Soon black balloons pop
That’ll be the day the pain stops
[Chorus: Denzel Curry & Twelve’len]
Hot pink, Valentine red
Black balloons, over my head
Let it float, let it float, let it float, let it float
Let it float, let it float by me
Let it float, let it float, let it float, let it float
Let it float, let it float by me
Hot pink, Valentine red
Black balloons, over my head
Let it float, let it float, let it float, let it float
Let it float, let it float by me
Let it float, let it float, let it float, let it float
Let it float, let it float by me
[Verse 2: GoldLink]
Heaven or Hell, huh, which one prevails, huh?

Lil Uzi Vert – Introvert Lyrics

I live in her Gucci, I be in the pussy, and [?] feel like I’m Floyd
[Interlude]
Uh, uhh, uhh
[Japanese clip plays]
Uh, uhh, uhh
[Chorus]
Didn’t trust broad from the beginning
Don’t fuck with none of these women
I done fucked all of these women
If the pussy ain’t wet, then I’m just leavin’
Diamonds so wet, Louboutins they be slippin’
Rockstar like Balmain jeans, they just be rippin’
Lime and the coconut lean when I’m sippin’
Water the soda, the ice, yeah, I’m whippin’
Water the soda, the ice, yeah, I’m whippin’
[Bridge]
Ohh, ohh, ohh
Ohh, ohh, ohh
Yeah, ohh, yeah
[Verse 2]
I’m off the Xan’, she off Roc’
Trunk in the front of my car
I met the slut at the bar
I fucked the slut at the bar
Strummin’ that pussy guitar
Smashin’ that bih’ like a tar
Shots on your bitch like JR
But in my wallet, Goyard
Raf Simmons steppin’ on ya
Margielas steppin’ on ya
Rick Owens steppin’ on ya
All of these diamonds, I swear you can see in the dark
I am not regular, baby girl, you are the star
I am ballin’ like I am Derrick Rose
I be ballin’ like I miss Amber Rose
Luv is Rage, jump in a crowd at my shows
[Chorus]
Didn’t trust broad from the beginning
Don’t fuck with none of these women
I done fucked all of these women
If the pussy ain’t wet, then I’m just leavin’
Diamonds so wet, Louboutins they be slippin’
Rockstar like Balmain jeans, they just be rippin’
Lime and the coconut lean when I’m sippin’
Water the soda, the ice, yeah, I’m whippin’
Water the soda, the ice, yeah, I’m whippin’ [Intro]
Uhh, uh
Walkin’ around with a bank
Walkin’ around with a bank
Walkin’ around with a bank
[Chorus]
Didn’t trust broad from the beginning
Don’t fuck with none of these women
I done fucked all of these women
If the pussy ain’t wet, then I’m just leavin’
Diamonds so wet, Louboutins they be slippin’
Rockstar like Balmain jeans, they just be rippin’
Lime and the coconut lean when I’m sippin’
Water the soda, the ice, yeah, I’m whippin’
Water the soda, the ice, yeah, I’m whippin’
[Verse 1]
Stackin’ my money, I’m countin’ this paper
You fuck with me, 223 bullet in chamber
I promise you, leave your girl ’round me, I’ll take her
She didn’t wanna lick her Lil Uzi, now had taste it
Faded I put down my dough, I don’t really be chasin’
LA with me, yeah, that nigga just fuck with the chasers
Baby, that [?] really wanna see you shake it
Swerve in the coupe and I’m countin’ that money, no charts
She said, “Lil Uzi, I swear that your voice make me moist”
She suck me like Kirby, pockets on excursion
I’m drivin’ up in the Rolls Royce
I’m countin’ money when I’m bored
Stop countin’ money ’cause that’s what I do when I’m bored
If you really good at this shit, nigga, then what is the point?

Brennan Savage – More than Ever Lyrics

[Verse 1: Brennan Savage]
It’s so hard to sleep alone
In my bed when you’re away home
When I shut my eyes
It made my mind erase the time I waste
It’s quiet in the night time
I can hear your voice inside my head
Screaming in my dreams to stay alive but you shot me dead
[Chorus: Brennan Savage]
You’re a stone-cold killer, a murderer of absence
Strangler of freedom, you’re a ruiner of happiness
You’ve stopped my heart
And steal my breathe when your around
So I run away, I’m leaving out of town
[Refrain: Brennan Savage]
Coming home I know I left
I need you right now more than ever
All the time we’ve spent together
Will you save me, no your never
Coming home I know I left
I need you right now more than ever
All the time we’ve spent together
Will you save me, no your never
[Chorus: Brennan Savage]
You’re a stone-cold killer, a murderer of absence
Strangler of freedom, you’re a ruiner of happiness
You’ve stopped my heart
And steal my breathe when your around
So I run away, I’m leaving out of town

6ix9ine – FEFE lyrics

[Verse 1: 6ix9ine]
Pussy got that wet, wet, got that drip, drip
Got that super soaker
Hit that, she a Fefe
Her name Keke, she eat my dick like it’s free free
I don’t even know like “Why I did that?”
I don’t even know like “Why I hit that?”
All I know is that I just can’t wife that
Talk to her nice so she won’t fight back
Turn around and hit it from the back, back, back
Bend her down then I make it clap, clap, clap
[Refrain: 6ix9ine]
I don’t really want no friends
I don’t really want no friends, no
[Verse 2: 6ix9ine]
Draco got that kick-back
When I blow that, they all do track
They don’t shoot back, one shot, close range, red dot
Head tight, yeah, I did that, yeah, I live that
Call a Uber with my shooter
With a Ruger, we gon’ do ya
Niggas say they killin’ people, but I really f*ckin’ do it
[Refrain: 6ix9ine]
I don’t really want no friends
I don’t really want no friends, no
[Verse 3: Nicki Minaj]
He-He tryna 69 like Tekashi, call him papi
Word to A$AP, keep me Rocky
I’m from New York, so I’m cocky
Say he f*ckin’ with my posse
Copped me Khloé like Kardashi’
Keep this n*gger in Versace
Said I’m pretty like Tinashe
P-Put it all up in his face, did I catch a case? Murda on the beat so it’s not nice! Pussy game just caught a body, but I never leave a trace
Face is pretty, ass for days
I get chips, I ask for Lay’s
I just sit back and when he done, I be like, “Yo, how’d it taste?”
(Yo, how’d it taste?!)
[Refrain: 6ix9ine]
I don’t really want no friends
I don’t really want no friends, no
[Verse 4: Nicki Minaj]
Ayo, Draco got that kick-back
When it kick-back, you can’t get yo sh*t back
In fact this that bitch
That “I hate small talk, I don’t f*ck with chit-chat”
AC just stopped workin’, so they hit me
Told me bring my wrist back
Come through rockin’ fashions
That got all these bitches like “Yo, what’s that?”
[Refrain: 6ix9ine & Nicki Minaj]
I don’t really want no friends
I don’t really want no friends, no
[Verse 5: 6ix9ine & Nicki Minaj]
Eeny, meeny, miny, moe, I catch a hoe right by her toe
If she ain’t f*ckin’ me and Nicki, kick that ho right through the door
(TR3YWAY)
I don’t really want no friends, my old ho just bought this Benz
Nicki just hopped in this sh*t, now I won’t see that bitch again
[Bridge: 6ix9ine & Nicki Minaj]
Eeny, meeny, miny, moe (no)
I catch a ho right by her toe (no)
If she ain’t f*ckin’ me and Nicki (no)
Kick that ho right through the door (no, TR3YWAY)
[Outro: Nicki Minaj & 6ix9ine]
Mmm, Young Money, Young Money bunny
Colorful hair, don’t care
I don’t really want no friends, I don’t really want no friends, no
I don’t really want no friends, I don’t really want no friends, no
Scum Gang! [Intro: 6ix9ine, Nicki Minaj, & Baka]
It’s f*ckin’ TR3YWAY! It’s King of New York, lookin’ for the Queen
Uh, you got the right one
L-let these-l-let these b-b-bitches know, nigga
Queens, Brooklyn, brr, ah!