Shootergang Kony – Smoke Lyrics

[Chorus]
I don’t plan on jumping the gun
It’s suckers outside, I’ma get me one
Who want smoke, smoke? I can give you some
In this life, I do not trust anyone
On me, all these damn racks on me
Aqui, known to keep a pack on me
On the other side with a strap on me
Switch sides, other words, turned his back on me

[Verse 1]
Smoke, I could give your ass all that
We been sittin’ outside, where your dawgs at?
Say the wrong word, I’ll hit a nigga’s ball cap
Midtown Yankee, Pittsburgh, all that
Steeler, hope I don’t kill her
Let a bitch try to act dry, I’ma grill her
I don’t wanna f**k, good joke, Ben Stiller
I’m from Hellgang, cutthroat, nineteen killer
I’m the best at what I do
So like, what’s happenin’ with you?
I heard you lookin’ for a team, well, I’m a captain with you
My bitch not in the mood, so I cheat like Scooter
I’m just playin’, baby girl, you know you make me drool
You got a nigga that’s a big risktaker
Might bite down now, Midtown gator
I be in the field like a first string Raider
I fill him up stiff, I do not shoot tasers
Probably pump quick, then I sprint, I’m a saver
Hoes get left, call that man lane changer
I’m in LV driving fast on Decatur
I knocked the nigga bitch, I’ma knock her friend later
Glued to the road, Kony, he a trailblazer
I’m Dame Lill, you a sideline hater
Free the gangbang, bitch, now, not later
When she ask me what I’m doin’, tell the bitch nothin’ major, huh

[Chorus]
I don’t plan on jumping the gun
It’s suckers outside, I’ma get me one
Who want smoke, smoke? I can give you some
In this life, I do not trust anyone
On me, all these damn racks on me
Aqui, known to keep a pack on me
On the other side with a strap on me
Switch sides, other words, turned his back on me

[Verse 2]
I’m from hoes on the street tryna sell fake product
We be cool with the knocks, them the homeboys’ papas
Kony, he a beast, he a homemade monster
You ever seen a nigga whippin’ through the party with a chopper? Ugh
Bitch, I don’t do no drugs, I could be the plug
Cuz poured so much syrup, it’s like he sinking mud
If I know his weak points, I could get him good
Shoot him like I should, nigga, what? Tell him we the thugs
Gang on my name, you better respect
It’s hickeys on your neck, boy, you look so stressed
You so soft, dog, lil’ Kony, he a ballhog
Suckers in the store, we gon’ shut the whole mall off
Run up a check what I need
Tear him apart with two threes on my feet
Glock-22, slap June Onna Beat
Knuckle up, try to fight, leave dude in the street (Bitch)

[Chorus]
I don’t plan on jumping the gun
It’s suckers outside, I’ma get me one
Who want smoke, smoke? I can give you some
In this life, I do not trust anyone
On me, all these damn racks on me
Aqui, known to keep a pack on me
On the other side with a strap on me
Switch sides, other words, turned his back on me

$ilkmoney – The Day Waffle House Broke My Heart Lyrics

Cinnamon raisin toast on the side of my cheese eggs
Dividends raised in close to my side but still need bread
Too lazy to f**k so me and the bitch just agreed head
Betrayed me as puff with a 112 I keep weed fed
Turned 4 quarters to overtime
Long as she holding mine
I turned 4 more quarters to Kobe Bryant
Gave her a 56 and then told her to keep a open mind
My mouth I was refusing to open mine
Ain’t speak the code defined
Because me and my bro just spoke in sign
Look officer the dope is mine
I did the crime so I’m truly unopposed to do my time
Rap nigga you just an OG loc that stole my rhymes
Attract figures just like ?
How I make up lines it’s that simple nigga
Hard to reach like a back pimple without assistance
All about my business with 3 fat bitches bagging prescriptions
To not run out of pack quicker I gotta spliff it
Until they know that I’m that nigga
Lyrically gifted at Waffle House in a Gucci Suit and my Burberry noose
They donated 100 to Trump so Donald must be the truth
I swear it seem like the businesses that make millions of nigga benjamins
Best interest is to belittle the people that keep ’em in this shit
I’d rather die with my 6 figures than live like a bitch nigga
Send over your bitch so she could meet the Fockas like Ben Stiller
Wish for some bricks to show Mr Crocker that gods been with us
In the back after she ajaxed the kitchen and done the dishes
My nigga just pay attention if shit ? consists
With the sole benefit of corporate influenced incentive
They disconnected all niggas about darker and lighter pigment
When there’s no difference and each and every one of us still ain’t get shit

Rich or broke you still a nigga nigga
But even so no more living broke bitch we getting richer
f**k a religion f**k a scripture f**k that penny pinching
Inside my mind how I feel is white bitch we been imprisoned and the sentence ain’t finished
Rich or broke you still a nigga nigga
But even so no more living broke bitch we getting richer
f**k a religion f**k a scripture f**k that penny pinching
Inside my mind how I feel is white bitch we been imprisoned and the sentence ain’t finished

Check my resemblence to them black gods nigga
Check how the fields my ancestors picked cottin in big as my backyard nigga
Hey how a nigga get his black card picture? The white kid asked
Without a laugh as he reciting rap bar lyrics
Ay whats the ticket on that Mac all ‘xtended With thunder grippin
? an all black business to get at my children
1 in a million within a system that’s built against us
But at the beginning middle and end of every day you still a nigga
My description is Niggaism
Whether Lebron or the coach Shut the f**k up and dribble
Sometimes I feel I can’t express all that is we been through
But even white people struggle like Malcolm in the Middle
But it’s that simple

Rich or broke you still a nigga nigga
But even so no more living broke bitch we getting richer
f**k a religion f**k a scripture f**k that penny pinching
Inside my mind how I feel is white bitch we been imprisoned and the sentence ain’t finished

Rich or broke you still a nigga nigga
But even so no more living broke bitch we getting richer
f**k a religion f**k a scripture f**k that penny pinching
Inside my mind how I feel is white bitch we been imprisoned and the sentence in’t finished

Belly – Dust Lyrics

[Verse 1: French Montana]
[?] jetski’s puerto rico waters
Cash for foregins
Call me Aston Martin Lawrence
Florence, the machine hunnit round machine of Florance
In the hood robbin, robbing hood feed the homeless
[?]
[?]
Rip the top off my wrist [?] left hook
Hurricane Chris left hook, Westbrooke
Diamond chains how you looking like stinky fingers
I be [?] with the technique
My V103 like bread street
Thats straight cash, me and Belly with [?]
40 sound like a plane crash

[Chorus: Belly]
I can’t get away
Money keep on falling (falling)
Every time I try to leave it alone
I swear it keep on calling (calling)
I can’t get away
Keep on falling (falling)
Every time I try to leave it alone
I swear it keep on calling (calling)

[Verse 2: Belly]
I’ve been reala
My pen illa’ (aye)
You softer than Ben Stiller and a chinchilla (yeah)
[?] who got the keys to my beamer
The [?] (aye)
Fuck the clout we define the culture
So they keep us in the vault just to sign the vultures (yeah)
Designer holsters, ferragamo loafers
Ove time, still balling thought my time was over (look)
Look, up north I’m the [?] and the duck sauce (woo)
Tryna shake the paranoia from the drugs off (yeah)
No love lost, but you know that love costs
You made me go and get my heart knock the dust off
Dust, dust off
Dust, dust off
[?], dust off
Shake the motherfucking dust off

[Chorus: Belly]
I can’t get away
Money keep on falling (falling)
Every time I try to leave it alone , I swear it keep on calling (calling)
I can’t get away
Keep on falling (falling)
Every time I try to leave it alone , I swear it keep on calling (calling)

[Outro: Belly]
Keep on calling, keep on calling, keep on calling, keep on calling
Keep on calling, keep on calling, keep on calling calling
Dust, dust, dust, dust off
Dust, dust, dust, dust off

DJ Khaled – Bitches & Bottles (Let’s Get It Started) (Remix) Lyrics

[Intro: Future]
Ear Drummers!
Turn up!
Ya not in
I said “Turn up!!”
Woo!
Bitches and bottles
You know what is it
Ay, (DJ Khaled!)

[Hook – Future]

Let’s get it started, let’s go dumb and retarded
Let’s get high as we wanna, let’s go and burn up a forest
Girl there’s other precautions, get the car it’s inside it
Let’s put some ice on your watch and designer on your body
Let’s order bitches and bottles, bitches and bottles
Bitches and bottles, let’s order bitches and bottles
Bitches and bottles, bitches and bottles
Bitches and bottles, let’s get it started

[Verse 1 – T.I]

I’m turned up till my knob broke say turn down I say nah ho
My neck like Balboa, my watch official, it’s uncalled for
In the same regions on all floors, I got six sluts on all fo’
They french kiss and say bonjour I got my own shine but I want yours
I’m stupid rich, got stupid bitches, you stupid thick, in Louboutin’
Don’t like me, fuck you again, wanna fight me well come do it then
Right hand to God on everything I see the hearts of men and they bear lame
I won’t entertain no punk shit, they talk shit and I run it
Boy you tryin’ to get what I been here, headed down with like ten here
I’m to answer this unreal let’s say one album and like ten mill
Plus my swag is stupid low IQ gone, heard nigga bailin’ all try to gone
But when you ballin’ like I do, you know something nigga, they don’t like you

[Hook – Future]

Let’s get it started, let’s go dumb and retarded
Let’s get high as we wanna, let’s go and burn up a forest
Girl there’s other precautions, get the car it’s inside it
Let’s put some ice on your watch and designer on your body
Let’s order bitches and bottles, bitches and bottles
Bitches and bottles, let’s order bitches and bottles
Bitches and bottles, bitches and bottles
Bitches and bottles, let’s get it started

[Verse 2 – Lil Wayne]

It’s Tunechi you bitch you, I like sticky weed and sticky pussy
Sittin’ on like a hundred mil, I treat that shit like whoopie cushion
Ballin’ on them fuck niggas, they on the bench I bench press em’
They hating, from the sidelines, they pissed off piss test em’
Man I’m on that lean, liquor for the bitches
Who fuckin’ wit me? all I hear is crickets
I got stank up in my swisher, my bitch pussy smell like roses
She on that Molly, I’m on that Mary, I’m on that Mary like Joseph
Man I’m married to this shit, you can call it Shit Carter
Dick stay up like it got insomnia
All them niggas hatin’ fuck ya in ya pussy
The best things in life are free, free my nigga Boosie, gone

[Hook – Future]

Let’s get it started, let’s go dumb and retarded
Let’s get high as we wanna, let’s go and burn up a forest
Girl there’s other precautions, get the car it’s inside it
Let’s put some ice on your watch and designer on your body
Let’s order bitches and bottles, bitches and bottles
Bitches and bottles, let’s order bitches and bottles
Bitches and bottles, bitches and bottles
Bitches and bottles, let’s get it started

[Verse 3: Ace Hood]
Ok, now lil’ nigga
My clique realer
Thick as fuck. I’m a big tipper
In the club ’bout 20 bottles
I make a movie like Ben Stiller
Chase money, don’t chase hoes
That peach Ciroc, I’m on straight liquor
Neck froze like cold winter
Stand by me in need a chinchilla
Presidential got plenty rocks
Roc boy like I know Jigga
Riding off in that new shit
I told the dealer you can keep the ceiling
Plenty bitches wanna get the business
I told them it’s my dick decision
Goons with me, need supervision
Murk ya dog if it’s slight tension
I hit once and my mind gone
Tipper’s short but my dreads long
See a star come make a wish
Come take a flick with ya camera phone
I’m in the club and I’m turnt to the max
Better be pretty, I’m turning ’em back
Clique full of riders you know where they at
R.I.P. Chris, I’ma end it with that

[Hook]

[Bridge: Future]
Ay, Let’s order bitches and bottles (Dj Khaled)
Let’s order bitches and bottles
They’re out of era, our models
They’re out of era, our models (let’s go)

[Hook]

[Outro: Dj Khaled]
I make hits, I find hits
And I put hits out

Ace Hood – X

[Verse]
Uh, some say I’m the voice, give my people hope
I’m the chosen one, some say I’m the GOAT
This that holy ghost don’t you overdose
This that living legend hands around your fuckin’ throat, get it?
I am a menace I am the end ain’t no fucking beginnin’
It ain’t no question bout who is the realest
Niggas are gimmicks they gotta be kiddin’
Follow my lead and I show you the way
I am believin’ and walkin’ in faith
Real nigga shit we can never relate
People are not who they seem to portray
Look in my eyes look in my soul
You niggas hoping a youngin’ a fold
I know the difference to friend and a foe
You know the way I’ma play them up close
Told you way back in 08 I’m too cold Chincilla
No I’m too raw you too flawed don’t act up Ben Stiller
Feeling like Lil Wayne my block hot my shirt off I’m realer
Please don’t push me cause you pussy like gynecologists niggas
One for the people who counted me out
Give them a piece of the beast of the south
I hear the mumbles they cover their mouth
I came to see what the hype is about
Niggas in foreign cars with big rollies and a gold chain shit rented
I just lol at you lame guys but I need to mind my business
I’m on some hoodnation I am a first round pick
I’m going hard as the pavement
Wait on the day when the wave hit
When I’m in Dubai I have [?] smoking on Shisha that taste good
We had that suite on the ninth floor
Living the vision we prayed for

[Outro/Hook]
Ooo
Hope this hold you over to my next shit
I been dropping hits I dropped another hit
That’s right put me on some other shit
I’m an alien that’s why I’m in this mothership
She just ain’t my lady that’s my partner there
I can’t even lie she got me pussy whipped
I can’t even lie she help me elevate
I feel so alive after I meditate
Oo, got me stunting on my X bitch
Oo, I had to block her like I’m Tetris
Oo, might buy a ring for my new chick
Oo, she got me thinking bout engagement
Switch, got me stunting on my X bitch
Oo, I had to block her like I’m Tetris
Oo, might buy a ring for my new chick
Oo, she got me thinking bout engagement

Ace Hood – X Lyrics

[Verse]
Uh, some say I’m the voice, give my people hope
I’m the chosen one, some say I’m the GOAT
This that holy ghost don’t you overdose
This that living legend hands around your fuckin’ throat, get it?
I am a menace I am the end ain’t no fucking beginnin’
It ain’t no question bout who is the realest
Niggas are gimmicks they gotta be kiddin’
Follow my lead and I show you the way
I am believin’ and walkin’ in faith
Real nigga shit we can never relate
People are not who they seem to portray
Look in my eyes look in my soul
You niggas hoping a youngin’ a fold
I know the difference to friend and a foe
You know the way I’ma play them up close
Told you way back in 08 I’m too cold Chincilla
No I’m too raw you too flawed don’t act up Ben Stiller
Feeling like Lil Wayne my block hot my shirt off I’m realer
Please don’t push me cause you pussy like gynecologists niggas
One for the people who counted me out
Give them a piece of the beast of the south
I hear the mumbles they cover their mouth
I came to see what the hype is about
Niggas in foreign cars with big rollies and a gold chain shit rented
I just lol at you lame guys but I need to mind my business
I’m on some hoodnation I am a first round pick
I’m going hard as the pavement
Wait on the day when the wave hit
When I’m in Dubai I have [?] smoking on Shisha that taste good
We had that suite on the ninth floor
Living the vision we prayed for

[Outro/Hook]
Ooo
Hope this hold you over to my next shit
I been dropping hits I dropped another hit
That’s right put me on some other shit
I’m an alien that’s why I’m in this mothership
She just ain’t my lady that’s my partner there
I can’t even lie she got me pussy whipped
I can’t even lie she help me elevate
I feel so alive after I meditate
Oo, got me stunting on my X bitch
Oo, I had to block her like I’m Tetris
Oo, might buy a ring for my new chick
Oo, she got me thinking bout engagement
Switch, got me stunting on my X bitch
Oo, I had to block her like I’m Tetris
Oo, might buy a ring for my new chick
Oo, she got me thinking bout engagement