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Meek Mill – Going Bad Lyrics

[Intro: Drake & Future]
Yeah
(Wheezy outta here)
G, G

[Verse 1: Drake]
Back home, smokin’ legal (Legal)
I got more slaps than The Beatles (Beatles)
Foreign shit runnin’ on diesel, dawg
Playin’ with my name, that shit is lethal, dawg (Who you say you was?)
Don Corleone
Trust me, at the top it isn’t lonely (Strapped)
Everybody actin’ like they know me, dawg
Don’t just say you’re down, you gotta show me (What you gotta do?)
Bring the clip back empty (It’s empty)
You asked to see the boss, so they sent me, dawg (Sent me, dawg)
I just broke her off with a 10-piece, dawg (10-piece, dawg)
That ain’t nothin’, I’m just bein’ friendly, dawg

[Chorus: Drake]
It’s just a lil’ 10-piece for her
Just to blow it in the mall, doesn’t mean that we’re involved
I just… what? I just… uh, put a Richard on the card
I ain’t grow up playin’ ball, but I’ll show you how the fuck you gotta do it
If you really wanna ball ’til you fall
When your back against the wall
And a bunch of niggas need you to go away
Still goin’ bad on ’em anyway
Saw you last night, but did it broad day

[Post-Chorus: Drake]
Yeah, lot of Murakami in the hallway (What?)
Got a sticky and I keep it at my dawg’s place
Girl, I left your love at Magic, now it’s all shade
Still goin’ bad on you anyway

[Interlude: Meek Mill]
Woah, woah, ooh, woah
Woah, woah, ah

[Verse 2: Meek Mill]
I could fit like 80 racks in my Amiris (80 racks)
Me and Drizzy back-to-back, it’s gettin’ scary (Back-to-back)
If you fuckin’ with my opps, just don’t come near me (Get outta my way)
Put some bands all on your head like Jason Terry (Brrt, brrt, ooh)
Richard Mille cost a Lambo (That’s a Lambo)
Known to keep the baddest bitches on commando (Salute)
Every time I’m in my trap, I move like Rambo (Extended)
Ain’t a neighborhood in Philly that I can’t go (That’s a Fendi)
For real
She said, “Oh, you rich rich?” (“You rich rich”)
Bitch, I graduated, call me “Big Fish” (Ballin’)
I got Laurie Harrier on my wish list (That’s Laurie)
That’s the only thing I want for Christmas (True story, uh)
I’ve been had my way out here, yeah, know that’s facts (Facts)
You ain’t livin’ that shit you say, yeah, we know that’s cap (That’s cap)
You ain’t got to ask me when you see me, know I’m strapped (Brrt)
DC, OVO, we back again, we goin’ plat’ (Ooh, ooh)

[Chorus: Drake]
It’s just a lil’ 10-piece for her
Just to blow it in the mall, doesn’t mean that we’re involved
I just… what? I just… uh, put a Richard on the card
I ain’t grow up playin’ ball, but I’ll show you how the fuck you gotta do it
If you really wanna ball ’til you fall
When your back against the wall
And a bunch of niggas need you to go away
Still goin’ bad on ’em anyway
Saw you last night, but did it broad day

[Outro: Future]
Wheezy outta here

Meek Mill – Cold Hearted ll Lyrics

[Intro: The Weeknd]
Woah, don’t you, baby, hey
It won’t matter, baby
Don’t you know?
Don’t you know?
Woah, don’t you, baby, hey
It won’t matter, baby
Don’t you know?
Don’t you know?

[Verse]
Uh, make it out the hood, they say you Hollywood
How dare you niggas tell me that I got it good
Gotta check and treat these niggas like I’m Robin Hood
When it was time to stand up for me, see, nobody stood
And I was lookin’ at you niggas, all the ones I fed
Had me grindin’ all them nights you was going to bed
And if I think I owe you something, nigga gon’ ahead
Treat you like I never knew you, put it on your head
And I got Papi on my line like, ‘When you comin’ home?’
My mama see it in my face, she know that somethin’ wrong
Bodies droppin’ in my city all summer long
Out on bail but I still gotta keep somethin’ on
‘Cause I can’t let ’em take my life, you might get left you make that right
When he got left it wasn’t right, but he was tryna live that life
I call up Coon to book that jet, we like three deep, we take that flight
Used to land in California to play that studio all night, we stayin’ down
For the love of them millions, ain’t layin’ down
Left you in the hood, what you sayin’ now?
And niggas wanted the smoke, you said, “Stand down,” uh
Cold heart, never get cold feet when the pressure come
It was beef, I had to tell niggas, “You better come”
Sister said they gettin’ over, it’s like you lettin’ them
Some shit I had to learn my lesson from, uh
Checkin’ in, checkin’ out, I just had to check you out
2012, it was 50 niggas when I’m steppin’ out
Forgot the time you asked me for a check and I ain’t lived it out
I ain’t even know you was upset, this what this shit about?
A green piece of paper can turn you to a hater
When you can’t bring up one time you returned me for a favor
So I play these niggas real close, talkin’ closer than my neighbors
‘Cause I know the signs when niggas switch sides, catch them vapors

[Chorus]
Used to be my dawg, you was in my left titty
Scream, “Ride or die,” I thought you would ride with me
Found out you was jealous, you wouldn’t even grind with me
And when I copped the 6 you wanted the 550
Used to be my dawg, you was in my left titty
Scream, “Ride or die,” I thought you would ride with me
Found out you was jealous, you wouldn’t even grind with me
And when I copped the 6 you wanted the 550

[Outro]
See, I look at it like this
What I’m supposed to spend a thousand nights in the studio rappin’ my lights out?
Goin’ city to city, can’t take my son to school when I want to, can’t see my mama, my family when I want to
They give a nigga my money, they act like he hangin’ with me
I ain’t ever been sweet
Far as I can remember, every time I went to jail I had to stand up in that bitch by myself
I ain’t never even think about a nigga callin’ my baby mama to pick my son up to take him to the movies
Go play basketball while I’m doin’ this time in the cell
Actin’ like I owe you somethin’
See, it hurt my heart to see some of my closest friends turn their back on me about that attention needle
Or a green piece of paper with a slave master on the front of that shit
I used to hear niggas, niggas that I was feedin’, I heard ’em whisperin’, “Meek Mill finished”
I was like, “And damn, I was feedin’ you, bro”
All I did was keep grindin’
Through the storm, nigga, I’m like Derrick Rose on a 50-point night on a daily basis, nigga
For the love of the millions, royalty over loyalty, never get it confused
I got real friends and family that’ll never turn their back on me for the love of the money
I got a homie that’s doin’ life—he can’t offer me no money, he can’t offer me nothin’ but a friendship and a relationship
I talk to him seven days a week
So don’t come to me talkin’ ’bout no money shit, nigga
So if you feel some type of way about my money, we goin’ to the furthest extent to protect that plate that goes in front of my son on the table, nigga
One love to all my family and friends that stayed down through all the madness
While I had to sacrifice and put it all on the line
One time for my mom and sister that never changed on me, even before I had money
Ride or die, no matter what
Dreamchasers for life, you dig?
Uh, I told niggas stop askin’ me where niggas at
If you don’t see ’em in the pictures with me, that mean they faded away
I got my niggas out dissin’ myself, fun, we love each other, it’s all love but everybody can’t make it
Niggas wanna burn a bridge and expect you to send a yacht, huh? Where they do that at?

Meek Mill – Championships Lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah, uh

[Verse 1]
All the young’uns in my hood popping percs now
Gettin’ high to get by, it’s gettin’ worse now
You gotta tell ’em put them guns and the percs down
Them new jails got ten yards in ’em and that’s your first down, uh
And I ain’t come here to preach
I just had to say somethin’ ’cause I’m the one with the reach
Youngin’ gotta quarter ounce, he tryna turn into Meech
Ain’t had no daddy, he’s had to learn from the streets
I used to be a honor roll student, damn
Then I turned to a beast
The first time I seen a nigga get some blood on his sneaks
He had on Air Max 93s but was slumped in the street
His mama cryin’, that did somethin’ to me, oh Lord
The shit I’m doin’ for my hood I won’t get an award
I used to sell Reggie, damn how’ I get to the Forbes?
I take a shot, if I miss I’m gettin’ them boards
Ain’t quittin’ no more, like give me some more
We wearing Old Navy, it felt like Christian Dior
Was dead broke but rich in soul, was we really that poor?
Was we really that dumb? ‘Cause we carry a gun
And every nigga in my neighborhood carryin’ one
‘Cause we had nightmares of our mamas got to bury her son
I’m speakin’ to you as a prophet as rare as they come, uh
Gunshots sound like music hangin’ out the Buick
Why you wanna be a shooter?
Mama told me not to do it but I did it
Now I’m locked up in a prison
Callin’ mama like I shouldn’t have did it
Watch my dream shatter in an instant
I’m on a visit posin’ for the picture
Like I’m going for my prom or somethin’
Like I ain’t facing time or somethin’
Ridin’ for these niggas like that shit ain’t hurt my mom or somethin’
Only one gon’ get me commissary or even buy me somethin’
When it all fall down
I can call y’all now
Even if I hit your phone
That won’t get me home
Seen so many different times , these niggas did me wrong
Shit that’s the reason that I did this song

[Verse 2]
Shit we was kids used to play on the step
A couple years later we flirtin’ with the angel of death
I was eleven years old, I got my hands on the TEC
When I first touched it that shit gave me a rush
My homie’s dying I’m like “Maybe we next”
That just made me a threat
Knowin’ the niggas smoke my daddy it just made me upset
Made me a man shit I was five when God gave me my test
Go to court with a court appointed and he won’t say he objects
Now it’s you against the state and you ain’t got no cake
Jail overpopulated they ain’t got no space
I know a young’un that got murked ain’t get to drive no Wraith
But he in the hearse on the way to church, I know his mom gon’ faint
When she smell like embalment fluid, cologne all on her baby
Pastor said he sendin’ you home, she goin’ crazy
When they drop that casket all in the ground, who gon’ save me?
How could you blame me? When I’m tryna stay alive and just survive and beat them odds when niggas die by twenty-five
When I stop fearin’ for my life, when I decide to change my mind And stop totin’
Tryna smoke the pain away, they lock us up for smoking
Put ’em on probation, lock ’em up if you ain’t perfect
Victims of the system like a rain drop in the ocean
They closin’ all the schools and all the prisons gettin’ open

[Outro]
Yeah
See comin’ from where I come from
We had to beat the streets
Beat the system, beat racism, beat poverty
And now we made it through all that we at the championship

Meek Mill – Almost Slipped Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Ugh, every bitch I’m fuckin’ say they only fuckin’ me
I even bought you diamonds, put you in that double seat
The way you love the game, you couldn’t be in love with me
I work too hard for my name to let a bitch put mud on me
So how can I trust you? (Trust you)
When all the rich niggas fucked you (Fucked you)
Make you my baby, I’d love to (Love to)
You was a dime, but I dubbed you (Dubbed you)
When I first bagged you that shit had me excited
Swimming in that pussy, girl, I swear there’s nothing like it
I got plans to cut you off, I know that you won’t like it
I knew that it would come to this, I seen it like psychic
Turned you to a savage (Savage)
I won’t forget you, you a bad bitch (Bad bitch)
I set you up so you could level up (Level up)
But you was used to being average (Average)
Jumpin’ on jets, you was caught up in the life
They gassed you on Instagram, you caught up in the hype
A ho gon’ be a ho, so ain’t no use for no advice
When you crossed me, you lost me, can’t let you cross me twice

[Chorus]
I almost fell in love with a thottie (Oh)
My dawg said “You got too many bodies” (Ooh)
Girl, that pussy had me like a zombie (Oh)
I gotta pour out my feelings that’s inside me, yeah
What happened in the dark is gon’ come to the light (Come to the light)
Magic from the start, you was fuckin’ me right (Fuckin’ me right)
Treat me like a king baby talk to me nice (Talk to me)

[Verse 2]
You fucking with a ball player and now acting bougie
Seen you out in traffic you act like you never knew me
I just bust out laughing when I seen with you that goofy (Ha)
Savage for that money, you like Ginger from the movie, ooh
I almost fell in love with a ho
I still dream of me fuckin’ you slow
Ass so fat all the stuff from the back
I still watch all our old videos
And I still hear that pussy callin’ (Callin’)
It’s so wet, slippery, it let me fall in
And from the way you treated me, almost went all in (All in)
Had to check your mileage and I started stallin’ (Stallin’)
‘Cause relationships turn into situationships
I know you don’t wanna hear this player shit, but baby I’m made for this
You made your bed, you gotta lay in it
My heart can’t play with this (No)
Gotta save myself before I try to save a bitch (Woah)
I ain’t been cuffing on no hoes and I ain’t gon’ start
Had to protect my wrist, protect my heart (Protect my heart)
Had to protect my wrist, protect my heart
Because this cold game left my heart cold, now I promise it ain’t my fault

[Chorus]
I almost fell in love with a thottie (Oh)
My dawg said “You got too many bodies” (Ooh)
Girl, that pussy had me like a zombie (Oh)
I gotta pour out my feelings that’s inside me, yeah
What happened in the dark is gon’ come to the light (Come to the light)
Magic from the start, you was fuckin’ me right (Fuckin’ me right)
Treat me like a king baby talk to me nice (Talk to me)

[Verse 3]
Ugh, I gotta keep a vest on my heart (On my heart)
You the reason the good women got it hard (Got it hard)
Shit, we was good until our feelings got involved
That’s when I did homework and then I really got involved, oh
Oh, and I don’t know how I’ma go ’bout it
Now a nigga coldhearted, baby, nobody
Get this hard, you suck the soul out me
Found out you a whole thottie
And you got a whole lotta bodies, nobody
No, you let what we had die young (Die young)
And that’s word to low-rider (Low-rider, no, no)
Soon as I thought I got one, I was like

[Chorus]
I almost fell in love with a thottie (Oh)
My dawg said “You got too many bodies” (Ooh)
Girl, that pussy had me like a zombie (Oh)
I gotta pour out my feelings that’s inside me, yeah
What happened in the dark is gon’ come to the light (Come to the light)
Magic from the start, you was fuckin’ me right (Fuckin’ me right)
Treat me like a king baby talk to me nice (Talk to me)

Meek Mill – 24/7 Lyrics

[Intro: Beyoncé]
End, that’s what I found out

[Chorus: Ella Mai]
Tell me how you want it, yeah
Call me and I’m on my way
Tell me that you need me, yeah
I’ll give it to you night and day
I’m talkin’ ’bout Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday Saturday, Sunday
Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday, Saturday
All day, 24/7
Yeah, all day, 24/7

[Verse 1: Meek Mill]
Uh-huh-uh
Lovin’ the shit out you, fuckin’ the shit out you
For seven days straight, and now I can’t even live without you
And if we ever broke up, I won’t have a kid without you
You forever in my heart, I won’t forget about you
I be crushin’ you on Monday like it’s Wednesday
You pressed about that nigga, what your friends say?
Oh, G63 is what your Benz say
I’m so happy you ain’t listen to your friends, babe
You can tell me how you want it, how you need it, I don’t mind
Need you right here by my side, ’cause out of sight is out of mind
And out of spite you hit decline, but I was hype
I hit your line a few more times than you hit back I’m gon’ respond

[Chorus: Ella Mai & Meek Mill]
Tell me how you want it, yeah
Call me and I’m on my way (On my way, on my way, woah)
Tell me that you need me, yeah
I’ll give it to you night and day (Night and day, night and day, go)
I’m talkin’ ’bout Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday Saturday, Sunday
Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday, Saturday
All day, 24/7
Yeah, all day, 24/7

[Verse 2: Meek Mill]
Uh, yeah
You be throwin’ that shit back like it’s a Thursday
I be treatin’ you like everyday your birthday
Them hoes ain’t fuckin’ with you on your worst day
I got you on a new level like what Ferg say
When you fell down, I pick you up
Put on your crown, and lift you up
I put a rock all on your finger, so much ice could push a puck
Heard they feelings ’bout you, baby, tell them hoes I wish ’em luck
Talkin’ relationship goals, this could be us, yuh
24/7, what’s the 411?
When you see me kneel like Kaepernick, call a reverend
See, I got a milli’ in a stash for a weddin’
If you ready, let me know, ’cause it’s whatever

[Bridge: Ella Mai]
But I know you in the worst way
Yeah, our anniversary
‘Bout to suit up on my birthday
‘Cause I know they keep you thirsty
Ain’t no playin’, this is us
Boy, be gentle, ain’t no rush
365, you’re the only one I trust
No, I can’t get enough
And all my ladies, if you feel me, help me sing it out
Yeah, yeah
I’m talkin’ ’bout Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday Saturday

[Chorus: Ella Mai]
Tell me how you want it, yeah
Call me and I’m on my way
Tell me that you need me, yeah
I’ll give it to you night and day
I’m talkin’ ’bout Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday Saturday, Sunday
Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday, Saturday
All day, 24/7
Yeah, all day, 24/7
Oh yeah

[Outro: Beyoncé]
End
What I found out-
I took a vow that from now on
I’m gonna be my own best

Meek Mill – 100 Summers Lyrics

[Verse 1]
I gotta place my rearview when I pull outta the parking lot
‘Cause where I’m from all you niggas die in the parking lot
Get ten seconds on the news, they barely talk about us
You gotta watch the way you move, they’ll make a target outcha
Oh, the Reaper comin’, gotta keep it on me
I told my momma I won’t leave her lonely
Too much drama, get these demons off me
We still at war, I got that thing in arm reach
Fuck what happened
That’s what my momma told me when they caught me with the ratchet
Rather see me in a cell than see me in a casket
I show love to all my fans ’cause I prevail through all this rapping, whoa
I got homies that died young and I miss ’em, tell the truth
I feel like I let ’em down and that’s word to Lil Snupe
I put diamonds in yo face so when they see me they see you
Know they’d kill me in my hood, but I just keep on comin’ through
Still wit’ it, the graveyard throwing a party for all the real niggas
They invited me, but shit I got a meal ticket
When everybody want me to get out we gotta deal wit’ it

[Pre-Chorus]
As I walk through the valley of the shadow of death
I did some things that I had to regret
I say some things I could never forget
The reaper took my homie’s soul, feel like he after me next, oh Lord

[Chorus]
I just wanna ball hunnid summers
Seen too many of my dogs goin’ under
How I made it out alive sometimes I wonder
We been goin’ to war since Contra

[Verse 2]
Grew up ’round them monsters they’ll shoot you in your face
Ain’t used to showin’ no love that’s ’cause we grew up in that hate
Live by the sword, die by the sword way
Tried to make it home, they shot him in the hallway
Tears on my face feel like I be cryin’ blood
Momma won’t see her son again, we call that blind love
I can’t trust these niggas, they’ll get you lined up
Tried to rob me, he got smoke for a Rollie, his time’s up
You gon’ be a killer or a homicide
Make your momma shed a tear before my momma cry
Was young and great, but they still smoked him at the waffle spot
Only God can judge me when when I clutch and let that chopper rock
Feel this shit
I wrote this in blood, this some of my realest shit
They say if he rich as fuck, why he movin’ so militant
‘Cause in my hood it ain’t no love and I know what I’m dealin’ wit’

[Pre-Chorus]
As I walk through the valley of the shadow of death
I did some things that I had to regret
I say some things I could never forget
The reaper took my homie’s soul, feel like he after me next, oh Lord

[Chorus]
I just wanna ball hunnid summers
Seen too many of my dogs goin’ under
How I made it out alive sometimes I wonder
We been goin’ to war since Contra

Oh, yeah yeah

Lil Baby – Time Lyrics

[Verse 1: Lil Baby]
Youngin from the project fucked around and got it poppin
I’m like fuck a Maserati, bought my bitch a Bentley truck
G-5 my blood brother he be throwing B’s up
And me, I got Chanel swag, you know I be C’d up
I paid cash for every car, used be the laughing stock
Kept it real, that’s why I don’t flock
Look at me, I’m on the chart
I don’t look down but I’m on top
I don’t entertain any clout
Play with me, you gon’ get shot for real
Now they can’t resist us, hear ’em tryna diss us
Really need to miss us, prolly with your bitch, bruh
I bought her purse off a piece of my endorsement
Richer than my classmates, she know how my kids taste
Now I’m on this cash race, I can’t come in last place
I done finally went legit, accountants, I’m a taxpayer
So you know that mean I’m goin’ hard ’til my last day
Still can get a thousand pounds a week, the gas way

[Chorus: Lil Baby]
I got six watches, I’m ahead of time
I’m goin’ all out if it’s ’bout mine
I’m gettin’ my shine on, I been on my grind
Feel like I’m different, I’m one of a kind
Buy her a Birken Bag, keep her up to par
Baby, you look better naked, you should take it off
Had to play my role, now I’m takin’ charge
Just got off parole, made the brodie take the charge

[Verse 2: Meek Mill]
Bendin’ through in that Phantom with them sticks, yeah (Skrrt, skrrt)
All these blues, niggas asking am I Crip yet? (Cuzzo)
Make a move we X you out, ain’t goin’ tic tac (Brrt)
Put a tag on your toe for all that chit chat (Yeah, yeah)
The richest nigga in my city, that’s a big fact (Big fact)
And we don’t do them lil’ planes, we on the big jet (Big jet)
My dawg still movin’ that ‘caine, and he ain’t quit yet (He ain’t quit yet)
I had to tell him when he came, “Don’t bring no bricks back”
Feel like I’m the chosen one (Woah)
Rolls truck, I ordered one (Woah)
I ain’t mean to buy that bitch a watch, but I bought her one (Ah)
Richard Millie cost a quarter milli’, I got more than one (Yeah)
FN on me lighter than a bitch feel like a water gun (Gang)

[Chorus: Lil Baby]
I got six watches, I’m ahead of time
I’m goin’ all out if it’s ’bout mine
I’m gettin’ my shine on, I been on my grind
Feel like I’m different, I’m one of a kind
Buy her a Birken Bag, keep her up to par
Baby, you look better naked, you should take it off
Had to play my role, now I’m takin’ charge
Just got off parole, made the brodie take the charge

[Verse 3: Lil Baby]
Livin’ like a pornstar
Rollie, 7 pointers
Opps finna join us but we ain’t switching sides
Neck look like a freezer, ain’t savin’ no skeezer
They gave me a reason, now they gotta die
I don’t want no smoke with you if you don’t want no smoke with me
But dawg if you want smoke with me, we switchin’ shifts, sleep and creep
I did what they couldn’t do, guess that’s why they mad at me
But what’s up with yo vibe, dawg, why she keep on addin’ me?
This my strategy
Keep on stackin’ Gs, make ’em proud of me
I went Prada Tees, I went Prada jeans
I want Prada fleece, I’m from poverty
Real talk

[Chorus: Lil Baby]
I got six watches, I’m ahead of time
I’m goin’ all out if it’s ’bout mine
I’m gettin’ my shine on, I been on my grind
Feel like I’m different, I’m one of a kind
Buy her a Birken Bag, keep her up to par
Baby, you look better naked, you should take it off
Had to play my role, now I’m takin’ charge
Just got off parole, made the brodie take the charge

Lil Baby – Section 8 Lyrics

[Intro]
Wheezy outta here

[Pre-Chorus: Lil Baby]
Went and copped the new plain jane (Plain jane)
Didn’t like it, I bust down (Bust down)
I finesse for another check (Damn)
Hit the bros and we bust down (Bust down)
Now I got my whole ‘partments winning
We got all type of cars, and they ain’t rented (No)
We ain’t cuffin’ no broads, we got plenty (No)
We ain’t taking no bars, we be sippin’ (No)

[Chorus: Lil Baby]
We turned a Section 8 ‘partment to a condo
(Section 8 ‘partment to a condo)
We turned a Section 8 ‘partment to a condo
(Section 8 ‘partment to a condo)
We got them hoes runnin’ in and out
We got them bags runnin’ in and out
Plug on the way, we ain’t seen a drought
Addicted to Percs, we ain’t runnin’ out
We turned a Section 8 ‘partment to a condo
(Section 8 ‘partment to a condo, Wheezy outta here)
We turned a Section 8 ‘partment to a condo
(Section 8 ‘partment to a condo)
We got them hoes runnin’ in and out
We got them bags runnin’ in and out
Plug on the way, we ain’t seen a drought
Addicted to Percs, we ain’t runnin’ out

[Verse 1: Lil Baby]
We got them foreigns outside of the ‘partment
Look like a dealership (Look like a dealership)
Heard he got caught but he just got off
I don’t want no dealings with him (Don’t want no dealings with him)
He just want clout and he don’t want problems
He ain’t no real killer (He ain’t no real killer)
I don’t entertain him, I know we dangerous
I hang with drug dealers (And some real killers), yeah
Hit that lil’ bitch at the spot and I made her feel like we was at the Intercontinental
We workin’, we ridin’ in rentals
We don’t drive the car, ’cause that draw too much attention
My lil’ homie swang the AR, like a guitar
He ain’t never took a picture
Wherever we go, we go hard, they know who we are
Got ’em stoppin’, takin’ pictures

[Chorus: Lil Baby]
We turned a Section 8 ‘partment to a condo
(Section 8 ‘partment to a condo)
We turned a Section 8 ‘partment to a condo
(Section 8 ‘partment to a condo)
We got them hoes runnin’ in and out
We got them bags runnin’ in and out
Plug on the way, we ain’t seen a drought
Addicted to Percs, we ain’t runnin’ out
We turned a Section 8 ‘partment to a condo
(Section 8 ‘partment to a condo, Wheezy outta here)
We turned a Section 8 ‘partment to a condo
(Section 8 ‘partment to a condo)
We got them hoes runnin’ in and out
We got them bags runnin’ in and out
Plug on the way, we ain’t seen a drought
Addicted to Percs, we ain’t runnin’ out

[Verse 2: Young Thug]
I parked the Lam’ in the front of this house, though
(I parked the Lam’ in the front of this house, though)
Everything handled, I’m blockin’ ’em out, no
(Everything handled, I’m blockin’ ’em out, no)
Yes, yes, baguettes inside of my eyes, ho
I hop in a foreign everywhere I go, I don’t ride in no Tahoe
Trap spot, sprawled out, sittin’ in front of the back with the whoa
Lot of ammo, oh, I can go to war with the president though
Money hella mold, I want some Louis with some Backwood to roll
I put these racks up to my eyes and they land at my knees, knees, knees
I put the TEC to your rib ’cause I’m havin’ real OCD
I know she be in her feelings when I wipe my dick off and leave
Everyone ’round me got killers and they runnin’ ’round and sippin’ lean
‘Bout to put my dick inside some kidneys and I put some scratches on her knees
I’ma cop 20 Plain Janes, yeah, and I’m passin’ ’em right around (Passin’ it ’round)
Gon’ regret bein’ a gang-banger, yeah, and I took it around the town (Take it ’round the town)
Cuban link big as Wu-Tang, yeah, yeah (Cuban link big as Wu-Tang, yeah)
I’m the new Tity 2 Chainz, yeah, yeah, yeah (I’m the new Tity 2 Chainz, yeah)
Got her whippin’ the Mulsanne (Yeah, yeah)
She done re’d up with new chains (Yeah, yeah)
I been movin’ ’em nuisance (Yeah, yeah)
Turn ’em on to the food chain (Yeah)
Bad Balenci’s, a few stains (Yeah, yeah)
Got baguettes by the bouquet
They compare me with Wu-Tang (Yeah, yeah)
Buy a Benz for the boo thang (Yeah)

[Chorus: Lil Baby]
We turned a Section 8 ‘partment to a condo
(Section 8 ‘partment to a condo)
We turned a Section 8 ‘partment to a condo
(Section 8 ‘partment to a condo)
We got them hoes runnin’ in and out
We got them bags runnin’ in and out
Plug on the way, we ain’t seen a drought
Addicted to Percs, we ain’t runnin’ out
We turned a Section 8 ‘partment to a condo
(Section 8 ‘partment to a condo, Wheezy outta here)
We turned a Section 8 ‘partment to a condo
(Section 8 ‘partment to a condo)
We got them hoes runnin’ in and out
We got them bags runnin’ in and out
Plug on the way, we ain’t seen a drought
Addicted to Percs, we ain’t runnin’ out

Meek Mill – What’s Free Lyrics

[Intro: Meek Mill]
You know what free is, nigga?

[Chorus: Meek Mill]
What’s free?
Free is when nobody else could tell us what to be
Free is when the TV ain’t controllin’ what we see
Told my niggas, “I need you”
Through all the fame, you know I stay true
Pray my niggas stay free
Made a few mistakes but this ain’t where I wanna be
Before I’m judged by 12, put a 12 on my V
Told my niggas, “I need you”
Stay up, I know these times ain’t true
Real life, what’s free?

[Verse 1: Rick Ross]
Since a lad, I was cunning, just got a pad out in London
I keep stackin’ my money, I’ll need a ladder by summer
AK shots, niggas duckin’ stray shots
Been a top dog, that’s before the K-Dots
Crackin’ in ’06, immaculate showmanship
Talkin’ like you Mitch, disastrous on the strip
Holdin’ on your bitch, coulda never sold you a brick
With them people, you never been on a list
Mona Lisa to me ain’t nothin’ but a bitch
Hangin’ pictures like niggas swingin’ from his dick
We so different, you thought these didn’t exist
The Megalodon never seen on his wrist
I’m from the South where they never make it this rich
God is the greatest, but Satan been on his shit
Walkin’ the pavement, I pray I’m illuminated
Over a decade and never nobody’s favorite
Pot and kilo go hand in hand like we Gamble and Huff
My amigo, a million grams and we count ’em and up
You was dead broke, I let you hold a pack
You paid for it, but I fucked around and stole the track
Screaming “gang gang,” now you wanna rat
Racketeering charges caught him on a tap
Lookin’ for a bond, lawyers wanna tax
Purple hair got them faggots on your back

[Chorus: Meek Mill]
What’s free?
Free is when nobody else could tell us what to be
Free is when the TV ain’t controllin’ what we see
Told my niggas, “I need you”
Through all the fame, you know I stay true
Pray my niggas stay free
Made a few mistakes but this ain’t where I wanna be
Before I’m judged by 12, put a 12 on my V
Told my niggas, “I need you”
Stay up, I know these times ain’t true
Real life, what’s free? (Yeah)

[Verse 2: Meek Mill]
Fed investigations, heard they plottin’ like I trap
20 mill’ in cash, they know I got that off of rap
Maybe it’s the Michael Rubins or the Robert Krafts
Or the billionaire from Marcy, in a way they got my back, uh
See how I prevailed now they try to knock me back, uh
Locked me in a cell for all them nights and I won’t snap, uh
Two-fifty a show and they still think I’m sellin’ crack, uh
When you bring my name up to the judge, just tell him facts
Tell him how we fundin’ all these kids to go to college
Tell him how we ceasin’ all these wars, stoppin’ violence
Tryna fix the system and the way that they designed it
I think they want me silenced (Shush)
Oh, say can you see, I don’t feel like I’m free
Locked down in my cell, shackled from ankle to feet
Judge bangin’ that gavel, turned me to slave from a king
Another day in the bing, I gotta hang from a string
Just for poppin’ a wheelie, my people march through the city
From a cell to a chopper, view from the top of the city
You can tell how we rockin’, soon as I pop up we litty
Poppin’ like Bad Boy in ’94, Big Poppa and Diddy
And niggas counted me out like my accountant ain’t busy
That’s five milli’ in twenties, sit up and count ’til I’m dizzy
Phantom 500 thousand, hundred round in a stizzy
Is we beefin’ or rappin’? I might just pop up with Drizzy like

[Chorus: Meek Mill]
What’s free?
Free is when nobody else could tell us what to be
Free is when the TV ain’t controllin’ what we see
Told my niggas, “I need you”
Through all the fame, you know I stay true
Pray my niggas stay free
Made a few mistakes but this ain’t where I wanna be
Before I’m judged by 12, put a 12 on my V
Told my niggas, “I need you”
Stay up, I know these times ain’t true
Real life, what’s free?

[Verse 3: JAY-Z]
In the land of the free, where the blacks enslaved
Three-fifths of a man, I believe’s the phrase
I’m 50% of D’usse and it’s debt free (Yeah)
100% of Ace of Spades, worth half a B (Uh)
Roc Nation, half of that, that’s my piece
Hunnid percent of Tidal to bust it up with my Gs, uh
Since most of my niggas won’t ever work together
You run a check up but they never give you leverage
No red hat, don’t Michael and Prince me and Ye
They separate you when you got Michael and Prince’s DNA, uh
I ain’t one of these house niggas you bought
My house like a resort, my house bigger than yours
My spou- (C’mon, man)
My route better, of course
We started without food in our mouth
They gave us pork and pig intestines
Shit you discarded that we ingested, we made the project a wave
You came back, reinvested and gentrified it
Took niggas’ sense of pride, now how that’s free?
And them people stole the soul and hit niggas with 360s, huh
I ain’t got a billion streams, got a billion dollars
Inflating numbers like we ‘posed to be happy about this
We was praised in Billboard, but we were young
Now I look at Billboard like, “Is you dumb?”
To this day, Grandma ‘fraid what I might say
They gon’ have to kill me, Grandmama, I’m not they slave
Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha, check out the bizarre
Rappin’ style used by me, the H-O-V
Look at my hair free, carefree, niggas ain’t Nair free
Enjoy your chains, what’s your employer name with the hairpiece?
I survived the hood, can’t no Shaytan rob me
My accountant’s so good, I’m practically livin’ tax free
Factory, that’s me
Sold drugs, got away scot-free
That’s a CC, E-copy
Guilt free, still me
And expect me to not feel a way to this day
You would say y’all killed me
Sucker free, no shuckin’ me, I don’t jive turkey
Say “Happy Thanksgiving,” shit sound like murder to me
Smoke free, all of y’all callin’ out toll free
Label rob you for millions yet you wanna put a hole in me
Sugar free, seasoned but I’m salt free
You lay a hand on Hov, my shooter shoot for free
I promise World War three
Send a order through a hands free
Kill you in 24 hours or shorter, you can’t ignore the hand speed
On god, it’s off the head, this improv but it’s no comedy
Sign I fail, hell nah
(Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha) Hahahahahahahahaha

Meek Mill – Wit the Shits (W.T.S) Lyrics

[Intro]
C-Sick, C-Sick, C-Sick

[Verse 1: Meek Mill]
Uh, shawty was frontin’, now she throw that pussy at me (Throwin’ that pussy)
Told her meet me at the clearport, she got happy (She got hyped)
Nigga, you don’t want these problems, Lil Scrappy (You don’t want problems)
If you talk, when you see me, just don’t dap me, for real
Back on my savage shit, got that pussy off accident (Yeah)
Fuckin’ these ratchet bitches, stay on her knee like Kaepernick, yeah
I just been havin’ it, lovin’ this money, I’m passionate, yeah
Once I fuck like Meechy, hoe, give you my ass to kiss, pause
Nigga said he hit my hoe, so what?
Nigga, I hit that too, yeah
She said she don’t swallow, grow up
This shit grown-ups do, uh
I’ma put a check on your bitch ass
Homie gon’ spin back through, yeah
Catch you on the block where you swim with the gang
Turn your whole shit Piru-ru
Get some pussy on a plane (On a plane)
This the type shit that I do (I do)
Who your WCW? (Who dat?)
The the type of hoes I screw (I screw)
This the type of hoes I got (I got)
New Hermes flip flops (Sheesh)
If ain’t got no time for the hoe and I really like her, she’ll get a wrist watch (Gang)

[Chorus: Meek Mill]
Do a split on the dick (Do a split)
If you really with the shits, lil’ bitch (Lil’ bitch)
She ask her friends (What?), “Should I let him hit?” (What they say?)
She say, “Girl, you better fuck him if he rich”
He gettin’ it, bad bitch, hittin’ it (Whoa)
New foreign, whippin it (Skrt)
Blue face, crippin’ it (Crippin’ it)
I go all day, count them Benjamins (Benjis)
I’m rich, really is
You sick, syphilis (Yeah, uh)

[Verse 2: Melii ]
¿Quién es la mami que manda?
No tienes mula so yo te di banda’
‘Tamos fuma’o de la ganja
Pila de tigueres, rabia con alma
I let them eat up the nana, dip on a nigga, like, “See you
Mañana”
Baddest lil’ bitch in my genre
I got your baby dad fuckin’ up commas
Icy, icy, icy, drip all on me, watch me when I move (When I move)
If you like ’em freaky, baby, she could come here, too (For real?)
You could eat this pussy while I watch her fuckin’ you
Call that hoe a Uber when we done, it’s up to you (Oh, yeah)
Who your MCM? Bitch, I make him swipe
I won’t mention these hoes, I might give them life
I just want the head, you can’t spend the night (Oh my god)
Kissin’ him sloppy, callin’ him papi, that shit get him hype (Que perro)

[Chorus: Meek Mill]
Do a split on the dick (Do a split)
If you really with the shits, lil’ bitch (Lil’ bitch)
She ask her friends (What?), “Should I let him hit?” (What they say?)
She say, “Girl, you better fuck him if he rich”
He gettin’ it, bad bitch, hittin’ it
New foreign, whippin it (Skrt)
Blue face, crippin’ it (Crippin’ it)
I go all day, count them Benjamins (Benjis)
I’m rich, really is
You sick, syphilis (Yeah, uh)

Lil Baby – Ready Lyrics

[Intro]
Metro Boomin want some more, nigga

[Chorus: Gunna]
In that fast thing, speedin’ through the city (Skrrt, skrrt)
Panoramic brain, and my dash digi’ (Dash digi’)
Motherfuck the fame, all my niggas litty (Lit)
Backwood to the face, I don’t smoke no Philly (Nah)
Drip, drippin’ sauce like I’m chili (Sauce)
Let that mink hang to the floor when it’s chilly (It’s chilly)
I got three big booty broads at the Telly (The Telly)
And they know from the start who was ready

[Verse 1: Lil Baby]
I can’t fuck with none of y’all niggas, y’all disgust me
When you with your maggot ass friends, don’t discuss me
FN with extended clip, I hope them try to rush me
I hear ’em sayin’ such and such, a nigga ain’t gon’ touch me
Big body Benz, ‘member I used to be dusty
Now I want my money all hundreds in a rush please
I was sellin’ weed when they came out with white tee
Now I put a whole half a ticket on my white tee
Whole hood poppin’, other niggas, they don’t like me
Made her eat it up, she told her friend, “He gon’ wife me”
All my niggas thoroughbred, I don’t fuck with crossbreeds
Free all of the bros down the road and on Rice Street

[Chorus: Gunna]
In that fast thing, speedin’ through the city (Skrrt, skrrt)
Panoramic brain, and my dash digi’ (Dash digi’)
Motherfuck the fame, all my niggas litty (Lit)
Backwood to the face, I don’t smoke no Philly (Nah)
Drip, drippin’ sauce like I’m chili (Sauce)
Let that mink hang to the floor when it’s chilly (It’s chilly)
I got three big booty broads at the Telly (The Telly)
And they know from the start who was ready (Ready)

[Verse 2: Gunna]
Put some fine bitches in Margiel-y’s (Margiel-y)
Two new glass tinted, these baguette-y’s (Baguette-y)
Ain’t gon’ bash you bitches, I ain’t petty (Nah)
Just know we fuckin’, we ain’t goin’ steady (Goin’ steady)
I don’t wanna sleep, I need more Addys (Need more Addy)
I ain’t have no kid but I’m her daddy (I’m her daddy)
Better shake her ass like it’s Magic (Like it’s Magic)
Twenties in my pocket look like cabbage (Yeah)
Carats everywhere, I’m a rabbit (I’m a rabbit)
I ain’t Shawty Lo, but what’s happenin’? (What’s happenin’?)
We was taught to go, keep that cannon (That cannon)
I’m on fuckin go, I can’t panic (I can’t panic)

[Chorus: Gunna]
In that fast thing, speedin’ through the city (Skrrt, skrrt)
Panoramic brain, and my dash digi’ (Dash digi’)
Motherfuck the fame, all my niggas litty (Lit)
Backwood to the face, I don’t smoke no Philly (Nah)
Drip, drippin’ sauce like I’m chili (Sauce)
Let that mink hang to the floor when it’s chilly (It’s chilly)
I got three big booty broads at the Telly (The Telly)
And they know from the start who was ready

[Outro: Lil Baby]
Money conversations, check my feng shui
I buy Dolce Gabbana, Chanel, I’m on straight
Supermodel, her body gon’ be my entree
I been runnin’ with hitters, my youngins gun slang
Cars of the day, brand new Wraith
My life circle, mines ain’t straight
Bills ain’t late, paid no notes
I ain’t no joke, they want smoke
We exotic, start a riot, we gon’ riot
.223’s, drakes outside
We don’t get tired, we gon’ die

Lil Baby – Crush A Lot Lyrics

[Intro]
Cook that shit up, Quay

[Chorus]
I can’t fuck with shawty, know she’ll tell
Slim shit, look like Draya Michele
I been goin’ crazy, givin’ ’em hell
She ain’t tryna go with me, I’ma pay her
I crush a lot, baby girl, I’m a player
Connect the dots then I plug up the scale
If we get caught, they gon’ give me the chair
Fuck the law, make ’em earn what they pay ’em

[Verse 1]
Ain’t no back and fourth with no bitches, ain’t tinted
Rolls Royce truck, bitch, it ain’t rented
And they braggin’ ’bout bitches, I promise we hit ’em
I flooded my wrist, let the bros split a million
At this point I’m heartless I ain’t got no feelings
Buy every building in the hood for my children
Like a Drake song, got your vibe feelin’ groovy
With no phone, we can make us a movie
I ain’t in my bag, I still got my feet out
If we wanted smoke with y’all, you couldn’t be out
Free the bros, buy my shit off the kiosk
I’m at the vibe with the spot, this the creep house
Lil’ shawty suck it like she just took her teeth out
Five percent tint on the whip, you can’t see out
Ready to set it off, Queen Latifah
These niggas talk like bitches, see what they be ’bout

[Chorus]
I can’t fuck with shawty, know she’ll tell
Slim shit, look like Draya Michele
I been goin’ crazy, givin’ ’em hell
She ain’t tryna go with me, I’ma pay her
I crush a lot, baby girl, I’m a player
Connect the dots then I plug up the scale
If we get caught, they gon’ give me the chair
Fuck the law, make ’em earn what they pay ’em

[Verse 2]
Ain’t no complaining, money coming in
Put it all up, do it all again
First you get a mil’, then it’s times ten
Youngest out the crew, AMG Benz
Stand up like a man, take it on the chin
They got consequences in this life of sin
Laugh about it, go in Gucci, spend a ten
When you come home, we gon’ all win
Go in any club and make it thunderstorm, this shit reckless
He gon’ knock you off with his Rollie on
Drive the Rolls Royce like a hotbox, really came from nothin’
Only ride with my security because I can’t be armed
Can’t get caught with another gun
They gon’ know me when I’m gone
They hear my pain inside my songs
It’s like switch, I cut it on
Pills kick in, gettin’ in my zone
Do my job, ain’t see no wrong
I’m never talkin’ on them phones
Feds gon’ try to do us wrong
Man, they got my nigga Long
Lately I just been alone
My cup, my strap, this microphone
Nobody know what’s goin on
Just glad I made it off the road
Granddaddy showed me life is a gamble
Ever since I been on them dice
They gon’ suck it up like a bowl of rice
I’ma give it to them niggas every time

[Chorus]
I can’t fuck with shawty, know she’ll tell
Slim shit, look like Draya Michele
I been goin’ crazy, givin’ ’em hell
She ain’t tryna go with me, I’ma pay her
I crush a lot, baby girl, I’m a player
Connect the dots then I plug up the scale
If we get caught, they gon’ give me the chair
Fuck the law, make ’em earn what they pay ’em

Lil Baby – Anyway Lyrics

[Intro]
Cook that shit up, Quay

[Verse 1: Lil Baby]
I’m takin’ off again, suicide doors, I won’t let ’em in
Four or five cars, livin’ like a god, payin’ for my sins
And this life that I’m in important
I can hop in the Benz, a foreign
Marlo said they come in in the morning
I got vibes, every state I got choices
Gucci coat like we stand on the corner with Mitch
Like I’m straight out the ‘partments, I’m rich as a bitch
Takin’ mine off the top, let lil’ bro keep the difference
Put an A in Atlanta, stand up for my city
I was re-in’ up daily, they thought I was kidding
I was puttin’ my profit up, saved me a milly
I keep pourin’ up Fantas so shit gettin’ ridiculous
Hope the doctor don’t say that I need a new kidney

[Chorus: Lil Baby]
Pull up any kind of way I wanna
She know I got that dope boy persona
Drop top, winter, spring, fall, or summer
Young niggas ballin’ like we hit the numbers
I done got the ball, I fuckin’ cannot fumble
Still duckin’ the laws, I gotta keep on runnin’
I be rockin’ new shit, I got every color
This shit ain’t enough, I need another come-up
Pull up any kind of way I wanna
She know I got that dope boy persona
Drop top, winter, spring, fall, or summer
Young niggas ballin’ like we hit the numbers
I done got the ball, I fuckin’ cannot fumble
Still duckin’ the laws, I gotta keep on runnin’
I be rockin’ new shit, I got every color
This shit ain’t enough, I need another come-up

[Verse 2: 2 Chainz]
I fuck with Lil Baby, no infant (Uh)
I used to make plays at the Quick Trip (I did)
I spent a twenty on Quick Picks (Tell ’em)
I run it back like a pick six (Woo)
Add it all up, it’s a re-up, man
I’m ballin’, I need equipment (Ballin’)
I just bought a lift kit (Yeah)
Said she fell in love with a misfit (She love me)
And fuck your opinion, you know how I’m livin’
My closet say, “To be continued” (Fuck you)
Back in the days I used to make plays
At Spondivits off of Virginia
Ain’t no contender (Nah)
Tattoo my name on placentas (Woo)
I read a bitch like a kennel
Made a half a mil’ in a rental (Woo)
All of my verses suspenseful
My cuz a blood, menstrual
He draws down, pants
I know that they care for your instrument
I ball, I need me an agent
I just might be your replacement (I might)
I got a whole lot of money
But I got a little patience
I got a whole lot of money
But I got a little patience (Alright)
I got a whole lot of money
But I got a little patience
My bitch a trip, vacation
Too many chains, plantation
If you a real nigga
It ain’t no expiration

[Chorus: Lil Baby & Gucci Mane]
Pull up any kind of way I wanna
She know I got that dope boy persona
Drop top, winter, spring, fall, or summer
Young niggas ballin’ like we hit the numbers
I done got the ball, I fuckin’ cannot fumble
Still duckin’ the laws, I gotta keep on runnin’
I be rockin’ new shit, I got every color
This shit ain’t enough, I need another come-up
Pull up any kind of way I wanna
She know I got that dope boy persona
Drop top, winter, spring, fall, or summer
Young niggas ballin’ like we hit the numbers
I done got the ball, I fuckin’ cannot fumble
Still duckin’ the laws, I gotta keep on runnin’ (Huh, Wop)
I be rockin’ new shit, I got every color
This shit ain’t enough, I need another come-up (Go)

[Verse 3: Gucci Mane]
They say Gucci’s a criminal
Flood my timepiece with emeralds (Burr)
Not conserve’ or no liberal
Donate Rollies for Christmas (Huh)
Heard I shop at Bar Harbor
I spent reckless on denim (Wow)
She so fine, got her addy
Fucked, told my folks where to send her (Well damn)
New ‘Rari, half an M
See the horse, know the emblem
It’s Big Guwop, it’s him
Always us over them (Fuck ’em)
Niggas say they gon’ do this and that
Then duck when I see ’em (Huh)
Don’t compare me to Slim
I could never be him (No)
Copped so many new baguettes
That I’m gettin’ sick of myself (Bling)
Big bully, crushed my peers
So now I pick on myself (Huh)
Highly decorated soldier, I got hits on my belt
Big diamond choker chokin’ on me, man like Conor McGregor (It’s Gucci)

[Chorus: Lil Baby]
Pull up any kind of way I wanna
She know I got that dope boy persona
Drop top, winter, spring, fall, or summer
Young niggas ballin’ like we hit the numbers
I done got the ball, I fuckin’ cannot fumble
Still duckin’ the laws, I gotta keep on runnin’
I be rockin’ new shit, I got every color
This shit ain’t enough, I need another come-up
Pull up any kind of way I wanna
She know I got that dope boy persona
Drop top, winter, spring, fall, or summer
Young niggas ballin’ like we hit the numbers
I done got the ball, I fuckin’ cannot fumble
Still duckin’ the laws, I gotta keep on runnin’
I be rockin’ new shit, I got every color
This shit ain’t enough, I need another come-up

Earl Sweatshirt – Veins Lyrics

[Intro]
My nigga
Keep faith

[Verse]
Peace to every crease on your brain
Peace to who came before me in the game
We givin’ praise and glory to your name, kid
We cellophane your story so it stays
Since birth mama raised and burped me, I ain’t changed
I’m a man, I’m just saying that I stayed imperfect
Earl is not my name, the world is my domain, kid
Air Max 97, traipse on the pavement
Hair got knotty, let it settle on my face, I
I’ve been eating good you can see it in my tummy
But I’m buggin’, I’ve been spending more money than I’m making
Stuck in Trump Land, watching subtlety decayin’
I ain’t touch a xan, when it-
When it’s time to put my burnt body in a case
Tell my momma I said thank you
Tryna state facts, I’m tryna get through the day
I’ma play it back, I ain’t into showing face, kid

[Segue]
It’s been a minute since I heard applause
It’s been a minute since you seen or heard from me, I’ve been swerving calls
It’s been a minute since I heard applause

[Refrain]
Sittin’ on a star, thinking how I’m not a star
I can’t call it, dog
Sometimes I feel like I wanna call it off
I can’t call it, dog
Big dog, finna rip the collar off, uh
Sittin’ on a star, thinking how I’m not a star
I can’t call it, dogs
Sittin’ on a star, thinking how I’m not a star
Just can’t call it, dogs, ayy

[Outro]
Keep pace, my nigga (Eat paste my nigga)
“Be safe” she said, my nigga
Keep faith, my nigga, (Yeah yeah) ah
Me safe, she safe, keep pace, my nigga (Keep faith)
Peace, peace, peace, peace, peace (peace)

[Refrain]
Sittin’ on a star, thinking how I’m not a star
Just can’t call it dog

Earl Sweatshirt – Ontheway! Lyrics

[Intro: Earl Sweatshirt]
Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo
These niggas know
Alright, check it out bro, bro, bro, bro
Look
Uh, yeah, yeah
Uh, shit, uh, yeah

[Verse: Earl Sweatshirt]
My mood really swinging, I peruse like a native would do
What I’m thinking I should do for the sake of myself
No games with this cash, go play with yourself
We stay on your ass
Your sense of safety melt in a flash, bang
Don’t know what I’ma say
Cause I don’t label the bags, I stay in ’em
See you shooting but your angles is trash
Don’t play with us, I revisit the past
Port wine and pages of pass
Momma say don’t play with them scabs
It’s safe to say I see the reason I’m bleeding out
I need you now, closed lips make the mouth breathers frown
Two’s a team, three a crowd
Twelve street, I kept some lean around
Help me, it’s been a minute since I seen a decent count
The wealth be the labor’s fruit
The loop hold up the belt, G’s felt
All praises due, the juice unattainable
Like Tang in the booth
Dark face on the news
Clouds grey on the move
On the way like the truth
Yeah, yeah, uh

[Outro: Gio Escobar & Earl Sweatshirt]
I said the dark face on the news
Clouds grey on the move
On the way like the truth (On the way like the truth)
Yeah, clouds grey on the move
On the way with the-

Earl Sweatshirt – Eclipse Lyrics

[Chorus]
Bear arms
Take no prisoners (Yeah)
Just make more chips and work the brakes off nigga’s shit
(Straight on ’em)
Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

[Verse]
Say goodbye to my openness, total eclipse
Of my shine that I’ve grown to miss when holding shit in
Open my lids, my eyes said my soul is amiss (Soul is)
The signs say we close to the end (Close)
My mindstate sober, I’m bent
Over the pit, pokin’ the flames
Hopin’ I don’t total my shit, that’s me though
Play the game no cheat code
Had to dish ’em a free throw
Ya mouth runnin’ when you depose (Facts)
Facts, it’s rugged on the peak
Don’t stumble, serve culinary treats, bro (Please)
The herd hungry, gotta eat (Woah)
Why its so muddy in the creek, poet?
Threes foes coming by the fleet (Bro)
Keep low, peace, preach it
Ain’t so sunny by the motherfuckin’ beach
The say so, gonna phone number on the screen (Ah)
Keep low, can’t nobody see me sleep
I make more money on my motherfuckin’ feet
Yeah, uh (Straight on ’em)

[Refrain]
We take no prisoners
Just make more chips and work the brakes off nigga’s shit
(Bear arms)
Take no prisoners
Just make more chips and work the brakes off nigga’s shit
(Straight on ’em)
Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

[Outro]
Say goodbye to my openness, total eclipse
Of my shine that I’ve grown to miss when holding shit in
Open my lids, my eyes said my soul is amiss (Soul is amiss)
The signs say we close to the end (Close to the end)

Clean Bandit – Mama Lyrics

[Intro]
Oh mama, hola, hola, hola
Don’t know what this is
Oh mama, hola, hola, hola
Oh, what do I do now?

[Verse 1]
I see my body in a different light, ay ay ay
As if I woke up in a different life, ay ay ay
Feels like I’m walking with my heart on fire
Somebody pass me the water ’cause I’m burning

[Pre-Chorus]
‘Cause a little bit’s turning into a lot
There’s no way I’ll be turning the feeling off
Guess I’m everything that I thought I was not
Tell me, tell me, ay ay ay

[Chorus]
Oh mama, hola, hola, hola
Don’t know what this is
What do I do now, do now, do now
Do with all of this?
All of these new emotions
I let them out in the open
Oh mama, hola, hola, hola
Oh, what do I do now?

[Verse 2]
I’ve never felt so good, I feel so soft, na na na
And now I know myself, I know my spots, na na na
I didn’t know that I could have these thoughts, yeah yeah
Somebody pass me the water ’cause I’m burnin’
¡Qué calor!

[Pre-Chorus]
‘Cause a little bit sooner turned into a lot
There’s no way I’ll be turning the feeling off
Guess I’m everything that I thought I was not
Tell me, tell me, ay ay ay

[Chorus]
Oh mama, hola, hola, hola
Don’t know what this is
What do I do now, do now, do now
Do with all of this?
All of these new emotions
I let them out in the open
Oh mama, hola, hola, hola
Oh, what do I do now?

[Bridge]
Everything I thought I knew about me’s upside down
Everything is changing, but I think I love it now, ay ay ay

[Chorus]
Oh mama, hola, hola, hola
Don’t know what this is
What do I do now, do now, do now
Do with all of this?
All of these new emotions
I let them out in the open
Oh mama, hola, hola, hola
Oh, what do I do now?

[Outro]
All of these new emotions
I let them out in the open
Oh mama, hola, hola, hola
Oh, what do I do now?

Charlie Puth – I’m So Hot Lyrics

[Spoken Intro]
Hello, ladies
I may have had to use a pitch bender to make my voice sound lower than it really is
But I just wanted to tell you that.. that

[Chorus]
I am so hot, hot, hot, hot
Nothing can cool me down
Yeah, no one’s got a swagger like, swagger like, swagger like me, baby
If you think you’re hot, hot, hot, hot
You better step aside
Yeah, ’cause when I step outside, outside I’m bound to start a forest fire

[Verse 1]
I’m so hot that in cold weather
You’re gonna wanna take off your sweater
No need for hats and gloves
Charlie Puth is gonna warm you up with his love
(Or maybe not)
What the hell’s a fireplace?
(Who knows?)
If you’re chilly you will really want me in your face
(Hello there!)
Fishes were cold-blooded at one time
But that all changed when I went for a dive

[Pre-Chorus]
Halle Berry and the sun have got nothing on me
I’m a lot like baking cookies except there’s no need to preheat me at three-hundred-fifty
Did I mention that I

[Chorus]
I am so hot, hot, hot
Nothing can cool me down
Yeah, no one’s got a swagger like, swagger like, swagger like me, baby
If you think you’re hot, hot, hot
You better step aside
Yeah, ’cause when I step outside I’m bound to start a forest fire

[Verse 2]
“DJ, turn me up”
Is something someone said who is not really hot
In comparison to me, who is dripping with hot
Man, I can’t help you with something that you’re not
(Good God, you’re ugly!)
Sunburned people and polar ice caps
They all hatin’ on me
(They wack!)
But alligators, Jersey Shore Guidos, and photosynthesis
They all got my back, bitch

[Pre-Chorus]
Emma Watson and the microwave ain’t got nothing on me
I’m a lot like baking cookies except there’s no need to preheat me at three-hundred-fifty, oh!
Um, oh yeah

[Chorus]
I am so hot, hot, hot
Nothing can cool me down
Yeah, no one’s got a swagger like, swagger like, swagger like me, baby
If you think you’re hot, hot, hot
You better step aside
Yeah, ’cause when I step outside I’m bound to start a forest fire
I am so hot, hot, hot

Chance the Rapper – The Man Who Has Everything Lyrics

[Verse 1]
What to get the man who has everything?
Tryna fit myself into a schedule and a wedding ring
Tryna eat everything
I was raised, it come across my plate then I better swing
Tryna turn confederate flags into confetti strings
I’m tryna back up my baby mama like Kevin Federline
Heard they got some nice-ass houses out there in Beverly
Never leave where I came from
I just need me some stockings and the chimney they could hang from
Photos so my kids can find out where they got their names from
Christmas cards so gorgeous other families wanna frame one
Real talk, I need a front yard, a backyard
A side yard, a side yard, inside bar, a dry bar
Nine cars and a garage, and it’s on hella acres
I’m tired of people visitin’, takin’ the elevator
Well, we’ll keep the elevator

[Chorus]
Love me forever, that’s all I ask of you
Love me forever, that’s all I ask of you

[Verse 2]
Don’t gifts get re-wrapped?
That shit could get sticky like tree sap
I gave you free raps, that shit sound like free facts
Which is ’bout as common as free Blacks
Stuck like freeze tag from one of these random police stops
Look like the treetops soon as the breeze stops
And once the debris drops, the streets 400 degrees hot
Please, man, we needin’ some freeze pops
What in the world for the man who has everything?
Man, West Chatham Park could use some better swings
Used to be disheveled, I went and shoveled everything
Tell Santa to show up to doors he never ring
He never ring

[Chorus]
Love me forever, that’s all I ask of you
That’s all I ask
Love me forever, that’s all I ask of you

[Verse 3]
That baby is a genius
Don’t teach him ’bout Santa ’til you teach him ’bout Jesus
Don’t take him out the snow to try to take him on beaches
I swear it’s enough leisure in this world to get lost
What’s the point of gainin’ chicken if you lose all the sauce?
What’s the point of gainin’ chicken if it can’t get across?
Lost the cold hard cash, they said, “Damn, that boy soft”
Same niggas lost their souls in a fuckin’ coin toss
I guess I cleaned up, Santa don’t miss no names but I miss Fatimah
It’s been a minute since I’ve seen her
Them the type of things I hate to bring up, just like the prenup
That shit be see-through like John Cena, Aquafina
But like the Christmas tape there’s things that I gotta get clear
Like my papa ask the same question every year
“What to get for my boy who has everything?”
I said, “I’ll take anything but everything,” you know?

[Chorus]
Love me forever, that’s all I ask of you
Love me forever, that’s all I ask of you
Love me forever, that’s all I ask of you
Love me forever, that’s all I ask of you

Alessia Cara – Nintendo Game Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Choose your weapon, and let’s go
Who’s gonna beat this level?
I speed up, you slow down
Looks like I’m on your tail now
Another round, do we give up?
This is taking longer than Zelda
Hold on, what I meant was
Is it too late to get a 1-up?

[Pre-Chorus]
Baby, baby, baby, this is getting too crazy
I don’t have the training
Baby, baby, baby, this love ain’t a game
So we should stop playing

[Chorus]
Push and shove, go ‘head and take your aim
We better duck ’cause right now nobody’s safe
And we could grow up, but it’s no fun that way
And so we treat love like it’s a Nintendo game
But nobody wins

[Post-Chorus]
Nobody wins
Nobody, nobody wins
But no-, but the game goes on

[Verse 2]
All the trash talk is getting real old
I’d rather try my hand at Rainbow Road
I’m focused, play my next move
But you’re onto me, so it’s no use
It’s a showdown, a game for two
Pick each other’s brains looking for clues
A battle with no objective
Who will be the final one standing?

[Pre-Chorus]
Baby, baby, baby, this is getting too crazy
I don’t have the training
Baby, baby, baby, this love ain’t a game
So we should stop playing

[Chorus]
Push and shove, go ‘head and take your aim
We better duck ’cause right now nobody’s safe
And we could grow up, but it’s no fun that way
And so we treat love like it’s a Nintendo game
But nobody wins

[Post-Chorus]
Nobody wins

[Bridge]
Push and shove, go ‘head and take your aim
We better duck, ’cause right now nobody’s safe

[Chorus]
Push and shove, go ‘head and take your aim
We better duck ’cause right now nobody’s safe
And we could grow up, but it’s no fun that way
And so we treat love like it’s a Nintendo game
But nobody wins

Alessia Cara – My Kind Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Do you recall the days at your old place?
Playing with Troll dolls to scare the kids away
My closet was a time machine, yours a stage
I wish we told those little girls they’re gonna be okay
Still picture it all in my mind
Making the campfire out of broken flashlights
Jealous of your high tops ’cause someone stole mine
Wish somebody would’ve told me that would be alright

[Chorus]
My kind of time’s meant to carelessly spend
And my kind of nights are the one’s that don’t end
My kind of fun doesn’t make any sense
And my kind of love, you won’t ever forget
My kind of time’s meant to carelessly spend
And my kind of nights are the one’s that don’t end
My kind of fun doesn’t make any sense
And my kind of love, you won’t ever forget

[Verse 2]
Do you remember all the cartoons at midnight?
Like the one about the crass-humoured French guy
And what about you, Mr. Poetry?
And what about all that we built in just a couple weeks?
Talkin’ ’bout all of our fears through a cracked screen
Picking little fights over falling asleep
I wish you knew I loved you when you knew you loved me
Really wish I knew you sooner than my 20s

[Chorus]
My kind of time’s meant to carelessly spend
And my kind of nights are the one’s that don’t end
My kind of fun doesn’t make any sense
And my kind of love, you won’t ever forget
My kind of time’s meant to carelessly spend
And my kind of nights are the one’s that don’t end
My kind of fun doesn’t make any sense
And my kind of love, you won’t ever forget

[Bridge]
I’m a product of the who’s, when’s, and how’s
Those who let go and those who stuck around
I wish somebody would’ve told me I’d be here now
‘Cause this kind of life is one to sing about (Oh yeah)

[Chorus]
My kind of time’s meant to carelessly spend
And my kind of nights are the one’s that don’t end
My kind of fun doesn’t make any sense
And my kind of love, you won’t ever forget
My kind of time’s meant to carelessly spend
And my kind of nights are the one’s that don’t end
My kind of fun doesn’t make any sense
And my kind of love, you won’t ever forget

[Outro]
My kind of love you, won’t ever forget
Wish somebody would’ve told me that would be alright

Alessia Cara – I Don’t Want To Lyrics

[Verse 1]
You went and turned the red flag white, darling, and you waved it
You’ve always had a way with words
Why can’t you explain it then?
I see your face in everyone, baby, and I hate it
Who would have ever thought I’d have to erase it? Uh

[Pre-Chorus]
Every little thing is reminding me of you
Yes, I’ll set fire to my whole room (Ah, ah, ah)

[Chorus]
I don’t want to let it show, but I still love you
And how do I let you know if I can’t call you?
And I don’t want to be alone another night
I don’t want to feel this blue
How do I let you go if I don’t want to?

[Verse 2]
I double take at every phone that rings out of habit
I can’t shake the little things, they’re harder to manage, woah
I can’t bury the past, but I’ll bury the hatchet
Can we just pretend that this never happened? Yeah

[Pre-Chorus]
Every little thing is reminding me of you
Guess I’ll set fire to my whole room (Ah, ah, ah)

[Chorus]
I don’t want to let it show, but I still love you
And how do I let you know if I can’t call you?
And I don’t want to be alone another night
I don’t want to feel this blue
How do I let you go if I don’t want to?

[Bridge]
So what are you doing tonight?
‘Cause I miss you and I, and I can’t even lie, I need you
I could get on a flight, I could make up the time
I know I’m out of line, can I see you?

[Chorus]
I don’t want to let it show, but I still love you
And how do I let you know if I can’t call you?
And I don’t want to be alone another night
I don’t want to feel this blue
How do I let you go if I don’t want to?
Baby, how do I let you go if I don’t want to?
How do I let you go if I don’t want to?

Alessia Cara – 7 Days Lyrics

[Verse 1]
If there’s a God
Do you think he’s looking down, curled up on his couch right now?
As we fail to figure it out, does he turn down the sound?
Is he proud? Are we proud?
Guess we forgot how to live a life with no filter
Making boring people famous
Let’s pretend they’re fascinating
Let’s tell little girls that pretty girls are better
Or that pigment or religion really matters

[Pre-Chorus]
We’re in some trouble
Mr. Maker, don’t turn away from your screen
At least the bubble that we’ve created could make for some good TV

[Chorus]
Oh, Mr. Man Upstairs
I know you’re tuning in up there, way up there
Would you care to answer my question?
Oh, the land of poor taste
The spectacle of cut and paste that we’ve made
Would you say, please say it was worth the seven days

[Verse 2]
Does he hang his head at all the greed that we possess?
As the anti-social media perpetuates the mess
Maybe it’s a test, maybe he’s upset by the loose ends
Stressed like the rest of us, it happens to the best of us
God, or is it Mr. G to me?
I hope that through the static, you’ll show us the clarity
‘Cause it’s hard to find the silver lining in the bittersweet
Wonder if you’re praying for us ‘fore you go to sleep
Do you sleep in peace?

[Pre-Chorus]
‘Cause we’re in some trouble
Mr. Maker, but don’t turn away from your screen
At least the bubble that we’ve created has made for damn good TV

[Chorus]
Oh, Mr. Man Upstairs
I know you’re tuning in up there, way up there
Would you care to answer my question?
Oh, the land of poor taste
The spectacle of cut and paste that we’ve made
Would you say, please say it was worth the seven days

[Bridge]
Don’t touch the remote, we’ll be back in a moment
We are not hopeless, we are just coping
The mayhem is rolling, but it ain’t showbiz
Reality’s potent, chaotic, I know it
But we’re growing, have some hope in us
And were we worth all the time you gave up?

[Chorus]
Oh, Mr. Man Upstairs
I know you’re tuning in up there, way up there
Would you care to answer my question?
Oh, the land of poor taste
The spectacle of cut and paste that we’ve made
Would you say, please say it was worth the seven days
Yeah, oh, oh

Zayn – Rainberry lyrics

Rainberry, please
You think I’m on my knees
But don’t you worry
I know what you don’t know

Don’t even start
The truth won’t break my heart
No, don’t you worry
I already know

Too many bones inside your closet
You thought you’ve buried deep
But they never let me get a minute of peace
How do you sleep? Ooh

Rainberry
Falling on your blood-red lips
Why are your eyes heavy?
Is there somebody else you miss?
Tell me what’s going on?
Before I go too far
Said, Rainberry
Is there somebody else
Somebody else now?

Dry your eyes
‘Cause it won’t work this time
I already dried mine
And I’m not drying yours
Go wash your hands
But you can’t change the past
Ghost stories ain’t cheap now
You don’t mean it I’m sure

Too many bones inside your closet
You thought you’ve buried deep
But they never let me get a minute of peace
How do you sleep? Ooh

Rainberry
Falling on your blood-red lips
Why are your eyes heavy?
Is there somebody else you miss?
Tell me what’s going on?
Before I go too far
Said, Rainberry
Is there somebody else
Somebody else now?

Rainberry…
Rainberry…
Rainberry, please…
Rainberry…

Too many bones inside your closet
You thought you’ve buried deep
But they never let me get a minute of peace
How do you sleep? Ooh

Rainberry
Falling on your blood-red lips
Why are your eyes heavy?
Is there somebody else you miss?
Tell me what’s going on?
Before I go too far
Said, Rainberry
Is there somebody else
Somebody else now?

MISSIO – Kamikazee (Stripped) Lyrics

[Verse 1]
I am a kamikaze, I am so freaky
Freakier than a bayonet set on fire
That’s desire
I am a kamikaze, I am so easy
Easier than a bomber in the third world war
That’s for sure

[Pre-Chorus]
I shouldn’t want it, but I want it
And it’s killing my black soul

[Chorus]
I want money and power
And champagne and fame
I want money and power
My black heart’s to blame
I want money and power
And champagne and fame
I want money and power
My black heart’s to blame

[Verse 2]
I am a kamikaze, I am so guilty
Guiltier than a liquored-up mistress who runs to you
I am a kamikaze, I am so lonely
Lonelier than a patriarch labeled liar
Crushed empire

[Pre-Chorus]
I shouldn’t want it, but I want it
And it’s killing my black soul

[Chorus]
I want money and power
And champagne and fame
I want money and power
My black heart’s to blame
I want money and power
And champagne and fame
I want money and power
My black heart’s to blame

Money and power
Money and that power
Yes, I want money and power
And champagne and fame
I want money and power
My black heart’s to blame

[Outro]
I want money and I want power
I want money and I want power

6ix9ine – WONDO lyrics

Scott Storch

[Chorus: 6ix9ine]
Shorty, don’t clap-back on the dick (On the dick, hey!)
Don’t clap-back on the dick (On the dick)
Bitch, when I hit that, do a split (Hey!)
When I hit that, do a trick
Shorty, don’t clap-back on the dick (On the dick, hey!)
Don’t clap-back on the dick (On the dick)
Bitch, when I hit that, do a split (Hey)
When I hit that, do a trick

[Verse: 6ix9ine]
Know I keep a tool on me
I come in the room, I might have to move on ’em
Scope with a zoom, fuck around and boom, homie
I stay with a broom on me, better move, homie
‘Fore you in a tomb, on me
We gon’ bring the MACs out, we back out and spazz out
Yeah that’s a blackout, get dragged out and packed out
Yeah, my trap house, I call it the black house
We move the packs out, we gon’ blow the mags out

[Bridge: TrifeDrew]
All in, anybody that’ll do it (Hey!)
Everybody in the party getting stupid (Hey!)
All these thotties in the party, I ain’t choosing (Hey!)
I’m off the Henny and the chuck, I might lose it (Hey!)

[Chorus: 6ix9ine]
Shorty, don’t clap-back on the dick (On the dick, hey!)
Don’t clap-back on the dick (On the dick)
Bitch, when I hit that, do a split (Hey!)
When I hit that, do a trick
Shorty, don’t clap-back on the dick (On the dick, hey!)
Don’t clap-back on the dick (On the dick)
Bitch, when I hit that, do a split (Hey)
When I hit that, do a trick

[Outro: TrifeDrew]
DVDs, porno tapes
DVDs, porno tapes
DVDs, porno tapes
Do you beat your meat to a porno tape? Ayy
DVDs, DVDs, ayy, uh
DVDs, DVDs, ayy, uh, ay, wait, uh
DVDs, ayy
DVDs, DVDs, ayy

6ix9ine – TIC TOC lyrics

Yung Lan on the track

[Chorus: 6ix9ine]
Okay, tick tock, Audemars wrist watch
I keep a stick, I keep a big Glock
You get hit, I do not miss shots
I keep a stick, I tell her, “Kick rocks”
Okay, get rocks, wrist go drip, drop
I do not kiss, you making shit hot
You think I’m dumb, I ain’t no kid
Thought you was in love
You ain’t my bitch, nah

[Verse 1: Lil Baby]
She on my drip drop
She ain’t never went both ways, but I made them lip lock
Left her at the condo for days, she was at the tip top
Might as well throw away the key, I got the streets locked
I been drinkin’ all this lean, I know I need to stop
Hoppin’ out of stolen cars, and we shoot chops and opps
Two flooded out Rolexes, they don’t tick or tock
Lemme catch your lil’ shorty, she gettin’ picked apart
Everything up to par

[Verse 2: 6ix9ine]
I got them big rocks in my ear, nuggets
I got my whole team flooded
Saks Off Fifth, I’m with your bitch
She buying everything I wanted
She fly me out to Waikiki
LV all on her bikini
Take her money, go Houdini
I call her when I want eat-eat
On my feet, you see them CC’s
Neck and ears, you see them VV’s
On my jeans, you see them GG’s
Treat that bitch like she a fefe
Big body Benz, that’s beep-beep
Hit it in the back of the Jeep-Jeep
That bitch know she a freak-freak
And the pussy staying on leak-leak

[Chorus: 6ix9ine]
Okay, tick tock, Audemars wrist watch
I keep a stick, I keep a big Glock
You get hit, I do not miss shots
I keep a stick, I tell her, “Kick rocks”
Okay, get rocks, wrist go drip, drop
I do not kiss, you making shit hot
You think I’m dumb, I ain’t no kid
Thought you was in love
You ain’t my bitch, nah

6ix9ine – KANGA lyrics

M-M-M-Murda

[Chorus: 6ix9ine]
She want me, I ain’t want her, ooh
She want me to be her boo
You so silly, don’t get it confused
Now turn around, drop it low, pick it up, ooh
Big bank, we gettin’ paid over here
Broke niggas, go stand over there
Fake ass hoes, go meet ’em over there
Little booties, they matter over here
Now stop

[Verse 1: 6ix9ine]
Wait a minute, now I’m back at it
Back at it like a mothafuckin’ crack addict
Sex addict, I’m a mothafuckin’ sex addict
Hit shorty from the back, got her back crackin’
Back crackin’, b-back crackin’
I love ho bitches, that’s my fuckin’ problem
Yeah, I like to fuck hoes, I got a fuckin’ problem
Bang, bang, bang and a chicken wing, bitch
Yeah, I know you love how I put it down, bitch
Drop down and pick your weave up, girl
Drop down and get your Eagle on, girl
Head downtown and pick the eaters up, girl
You know them chicken-heads eat it up, girl

[Chorus: 6ix9ine]
She want me, I ain’t want her, ooh
She want me to be her boo
You so silly, don’t get it confused
Now turn around, drop it low, pick it up, ooh
Big bank, we gettin’ paid over here
Broke niggas, go stand over there
Fake ass hoes, go meet ’em over there
Little booties, they matter over here

[Verse 2: Kanye West, 6ix9ine]
That pussy get wetter than yours
That head is better than yours
I flew her out so I could fuck on tour
Flew her back ’cause my girlfriend saw
They tried to say I wasn’t black no more
About as black as Macklemore
They don’t like me ’cause I’m Mexican
Sent me back, now I’m back again
Uh, just bought a piece of Fashion Nova
Your girlfriend look like a ogre
Nigga, fat bitches need love too
My fault, Ye, I wasn’t sober
Who the fuck gon’ listen to Ebro? (Ebro)
All these niggas so emo
Fuck that nigga, I’m the mothafuckin’ shit
Another old nigga on a young nigga dick
N-N-Niggas tried to say that I was canceled (Canceled)
When I asked them questions, couldn’t answer
How Ye? How Ye? How, Sway? Nigga it’s fucking-

[Interlude: TrifeDrew]
Yo, chill, chill, chill, chill, chill, woah, woah, woah
You cannot say that, bro, c’mon

[Chorus: 6ix9ine]
She want me, I ain’t want her, ooh
She want me to be her boo
You so silly, don’t get it confused
Now turn around, drop it low, pick it up, ooh
Big bank, we gettin’ paid over here
Broke niggas, go stand over there
Fake ass hoes, go meet ’em over there
Little booties, they matter over here
Now stop

Los Unidades – E-Lo lyrics

And there’s nowhere I’d rather be
When they take with the one hand and with take the other
On the day all the hands go free
And the sun’s gonna shine on me
The suns gonna shine on me

O-lo-e-o-lo-lo-lo-lo-lo
And all the people go
O-lo-e-o-lo-lo-lo-lo-lo

Mama Maria, she would take my hand
Down to el Rio sol
Saying “oye for real hijo understand
Hands can hurt or heal so”

Tell all the people go
O-lo-e-o-lo-lo-lo-lo-lo
And all the people go
O-lo-e-o-lo-lo-lo-lo-lo
And all the people go
O-lo-e-o-lo-lo-lo-lo-lo
And all the people go
O-lo-e-o-lo-lo-lo-lo-lo
Free hands go

Mama Maria, she would take my hand
Down to the Rio and flow
Baxabana ogxam baxabana ngenoxoxo
Bexakwe yinuxba xaka

Tell all the people go
O-lo-e-o-lo-lo-lo-lo-lo
All the people go
O-lo-e-o-lo-lo-lo-lo-lo
Tell all the people go
O-lo-e-o-lo-lo-lo-lo-lo
And all the people go
O-lo-e-o-lo-lo-lo-lo-lo
Free hands go

And there’s nowhere I’d rather be
Gonna raise up one hand and raise the other
Hurt me outside, inside I’m free
And there’s no enemy
Everyone is my brother
When the truth comes to set me free
And we’re not going to fall in and out with each other
On the day all the hands go free
Then the sun’s gonna shine
And the sun’s gonna shine on me

Tell all the people go
O-lo-e-o-lo-lo-lo-lo-lo
And all the people go
O-lo-e-o-lo-lo-lo-lo-lo
Free hands go

And the sun’s gonna shine on me
And I know, one day I know
The sun’s gonna shine on me
Let my hands go free
Let my hands go free
Let my hands go free
The sun’s gonna shine on me
Let my hands go free
And all hands go free
When all hands go free
The sun’s gonna shine on me

6ix9ine – WAKA lyrics

[Verse 1: A Boogie Wit Da Hoodie]
Catch an asthma attack, the way we pull up on ya
Put the pump to his chest, make a nigga cough up
You a bum and you stressed, and that’s why you lost her
Met a nigga from the X, niggas need to boss up
She gon’ eat, you want beef, but this ain’t no burger
All my songs on repeat, that’s what’s up, your word up
I was young with the heat, walkin’ ’round with burners
Wishin’ I could wish for anything like Timmy Turner

[Bridge: A Boogie Wit Da Hoodie]
Na-na-oh, nah-oh
Na-na-oh, nah-oh
Na-na-oh, nah-oh

[Chorus: A Boogie Wit Da Hoodie]
Why this bitch tryna play me? Are you crazy?
Pocket rocket in my cargos, like the Navy
Put this Tommy to his brain, please, like he Brady
Heartbreakin’ on the daily, can you save me?
Why is bitches tryna play me? Are you crazy?
I can’t let her have my baby, you not my baby
I can’t let her have my baby, I’m actin’ shady
Heartbreaking on the daily, can you save me?

[Verse 2: 6ix9ine]
Y’all gotta move, give me some room, I’m ’bout to shoot
Boom! Everybody runnin’ out the room
Boom! Everybody beggin’ “Don’t shoot”
Boom! Nigga, who the fuck asked you?
You a bum, are you dumb? Try me, I got this gun
Run, nigga, if I’m here, don’t come
Bitch, you was expectin’ for me to hit
That’s a dub, I know you put a hole in that shit

[Verse 3: A Boogie Wit Da Hoodie]
Sawed off in the damn drawer
Got the .30 in my drawers, gotta hold my pants up
Only time she ever call is for the banana
I don’t even check my call log, I don’t answer

[Chorus: A Boogie Wit Da Hoodie]
Why this bitch tryna play me? Are you crazy?
Pocket rocket in my cargos, like the Navy
Put this Tommy to his brain, please, like he Brady
Heartbreakin’ on the daily, can you save me?

[Verse 4: 6ix9ine]
Why this bitch tryna play me? Is she crazy?
That bitch know I’m number one, like Tracy McGrady
Know I got this .380, it’s on safety
I know all these niggas hate me, won’t let it faze me
Fuck nigga

[Verse 5: A Boogie Wit Da Hoodie]
I’ma swerve in the Maybach, I’ma do some damage
Niggas sit the fuck down if you don’t understand us
I heard niggas talkin’ ’bout they gon’ run down on us
Pull up windows down in the fuckin’ Lamb’ truck

[Outro: A Boogie Wit Da Hoodie]
Na-na-na-na-na-na-na
Na-na-na-na-na-na-na
Na-na-na-na-na-na-na
Na-na-na-na-na-na-na, yeah
Scott Storch