Trippie Redd – Dark Knight Dummo (feat. Travis Scott) lyrics

[Intro]
Honorable C.N.O.T.E
Oh my God, oh my God
Yeah, Big 14 know what the fuck goin’ on
Aye

[Chorus: Trippie Redd]
Hold up
Take a moment, count my guap, count my guap
All these racks bomin’ in, they bomin’ in (hold up)
Ayy, count my guap, count my guap
Cannot stop, comin’ in, comin’ in
Pull up in a drop top, she drop dead
I pulled up in a drop top, she drop dead
My diamonds dancin’, hopscotch, they holdin’ hands
My diamonds dancin’, hopscotch, they holdin’ hands

[Verse 1: Trippie Redd]
Yeah, hold up
I don’t know what planet I’m on (oh Lord)
I’m a king, lil’ bitch, watch the throne (watch the throne)
I feel like Voldo, I’ll chop off your arms (off your arms, yuh)
Steady causin’ havoc, yeah (yeah)
Bitch, I’m ballin’ hard just like a Maverick (yeah)
Money stretch long, lil’ bitch, like elastic (yeah)
Now that bitch steady callin’ me Mr. Fantastic, yeah, ayy
Know I keep a ratchet (alright)
If you play, boy I’ll turn your ass to ashes, yeah
Automatic, doo, doo, doo, doo, bitch, I’m blastin’ yeah (doo, doo, doo, doo)
Ooh, put you in a casket, yeah (yeah)
Money stretch long, it’s elastic
I don’t know what planet I’m on (I’m on Mars)
I’m a king, lil’ bitch, watch the throne
I feel like Bono, I’ll chop off your arms (yuh, watch the throne)

[Chorus: Trippie Redd & Travis Scott]
Hold up
Take a moment, count my guap, count my guap (yeah)
All these racks bomin’ in, they bomin’ in (hold up, it’s lit)
Ayy, count my guap, count my guap (straight up)
Cannot stop, comin’ in, comin’ in (yeah, yeah)
Pull up in a drop top, she drop dead (alright)
I pulled up in a drop top, she drop dead (yeah)
My diamond’s dancin’, hopscotch, they holdin’ hands (yeah)
My diamond’s dancin’, hopscotch, they holdin’ hands (yeah)

[Verse 2: Travis Scott & Trippie Redd]
Astroworld’s my planet, my home (yeah)
Car’s too hot, the fumes too strong (yeah, yeah, it’s lit)
Mixed this cup for way too long (yeah, yeah, alright)
Add it up, don’t subtract it (yeah, yeah)
Pour this eighth with me and let’s get blasted (straight up)
Lambo drive like a dragon (skrrt, skrrt, ooh)
Can’t fall asleep at night ’cause they attackin’, yeah
I, hop in the coupe, go insane
I, disappear, go David Blaine
We, don’t do the same (no)
I, feed all my bitches the ‘caine (white)
I, double cup to drown the pain (drank)
Light the octane (gas)
I’ma put six in the Lambo and jet to the plane (skrrt, skrrt)
Move for this chain with your elbow, I hope you got aim (hope you got aim)
Don’t need no more stains, or get hot like my name (La Flame)
Yeah, hide out in the trees with the bumblebees
Please say the name three times, we gon’ pop up on you
Like I’m Bloody Mary, man

[Chorus: Trippie Redd]
Hold up
Take a moment, count my guap, count my guap
All these racks bomin’ in, they bomin’ in (hold up)
Ayy, count my guap, count my guap
Cannot stop, comin’ in, comin’ in
Pull up in a drop top, she drop dead
I pulled up in a drop top, she drop dead
My diamonds dancin’, hopscotch, they holdin’ hands
My diamonds dancin’, hopscotch, they holdin’ hands
Yeah

Bali Baby – No Drama (feat. YG)

[Intro: Bali Baby & YG]
Bitch nigga drop a pin we gon’ ride
Hah, muah! Aye! What? Aye!
Nigga drop a pin then we riding

[Hook: YG]
Aye that forty Glock popping nigga
You gon’ need a doctor nigga
This ain’t for imposters
This is for them real shooters
I’m from [?] where them shots go blocka blocka
Bitch nigga drop a pin, we can ride up on your spot
Bitch nigga know I ball, bitch nigga check the roster
Bitch I pull up in that foreign, bitch I ain’t no imposter
Bitch you know I got the stick, bitch nigga don’t want no drama
Nigga know I got the stick, bitch nigga don’t want no drama

[Verse: Bali Baby]
And you? You don’t want the drama
And me? Count up them commas
Heating up like I’m Osama
Where’s my Cosmo and my Wanda?
Kill ‘em all, no no rewinding
Bali Baby, Bali Blanca
You can’t kill me I will taunt you, yes I’ll haunt you
Acting Tyler Perry, bleeding red, I’m Bloody Mary
I’m walking out and they are staring
My shit real, there’s no comparing
You know I’m really daring, my secrets I’m not sharing
No talking ‘bout the money commas, bitch I’m hard of hearing
Five gang, bitch we really booling
Niggas really pussy, I can’t trust ‘em, why you fooling?
I know I am a princess, boss around, bitch I am ruling
Your bitch she bought my music, cause she say my shit is smooth
Riding ‘round bitch I ain’t fooling

[Hook: YG]
Aye that forty Glock popping nigga
You gon’ need a doctor nigga
This ain’t for imposters
This is for them real shooters
I’m from [?] where them shots go blocka blocka
Bitch nigga drop a pin, we can ride up on your spot
Bitch nigga know I ball, bitch nigga check the roster
Bitch I pull up in that foreign, bitch I ain’t no imposter
Bitch you know I got the stick, bitch nigga don’t want no drama
Nigga know I got the stick, bitch nigga don’t want no drama

Trippie Redd – Dark Knight Dummo (feat. Travis Scott)

[Intro]
Honorable C.N.O.T.E
Oh my god
Yeah, Big 14 know what the fuck goin’ on
Aye

[Chorus: Trippie Redd]
Hold up
Take a moment, count my guap, count my guap
All these racks bomin’ in, they bomin’ in (hold up)
Ayy, count my guap, count my guap
Cannot stop comin’ in, comin’ in
Pull up in a drop top, she drop dead
I pulled up in a drop top, she drop dead
My diamonds dancing, hopscotch, they holding hands
My diamonds dancing, hopscotch, they holding hands

[Verse 1: Trippie Redd]
Yeah, hold up
I don’t know what planet I’m on (oh Lord)
I’m a king, lil’ bitch watch the throne (watch the throne)
I feel like Voldo, I’ll chop off your arms (off your arms, yuh)
Steady causing havoc, yeah (yeah)
Bitch I’m ballin’ hard just like a Maverick (yeah)
Money stretch long lil’ bitch, like elastic (yeah)
Now that bitch steady calling me Mr. Fantastic, yeah, ayy
Know I keep a ratchet (alright)
If you play, boy I’ll turn your ass to ashes, yeah
Automatic, doo, doo, doo, doo, bitch, I’m blasting yeah (doo, doo, doo, doo)
Ooh, put you in a casket, yeah (yeah)
Money stretch long, it’s elastic
I don’t know what planet I’m on (I’m on Mars)
I’m a king, lil’ bitch watch the throne
I feel like Bono, I’ll chop off your arms (yuh, watch the throne)

[Chorus: Trippie Redd & Travis Scott]
Hold up
Take a moment, count my guap, count my guap (yeah)
All these racks bomin’ in, they bomin’ in (hold up, it’s lit)
Ayy, count my guap, count my guap (straight up)
Cannot stop comin’ in, comin’ in (yeah, yeah)
Pull up in a drop top, she drop dead (alright)
I pulled up in a drop top, she drop dead (yeah)
My diamond’s dancing, hopscotch, they holding hands (yeah)
My diamond’s dancing, hopscotch, they holding hands (yeah)

[Verse 2: Travis Scott & Trippie Redd]
Astroworld’s my planet, my home (yeah)
Car’s too hot, the fumes too strong (yeah, yeah, it’s lit)
Mixed this cup for way too long (yeah, yeah, alright)
Add it up, don’t subtract it (yeah, yeah)
Pour this eighth with me and let’s get blasted (straight up)
Lambo drive like a dragon (skrrt, skrrt, ooh)
Can’t fall asleep at night ’cause they attacking, yeah
I, hop in the coupe, go insane
I, disappear, go David Blaine
We, don’t do the same (no)
I, feed all my bitches the ‘caine (white)
I, double cup to drown the pain (drank)
Light the octane (gas)
I’ma put six in the Lambo and jet to the plane (skrrt, skrrt)
Move for this chain with your elbow, I hope you got aim (hope you got aim)
Don’t need no more stains, or get hot like my name (La Flame)
Yeah, hide out in the trees with the bumblebees
Please say the name three times, we gon’ pop up on you
Like I’m Bloody Mary, man

[Chorus: Trippie Redd]
Hold up
Take a moment, count my guap, count my guap
All these racks bomin’ in, they bomin’ in (hold up)
Ayy, count my guap, count my guap
Cannot stop comin’ in, comin’ in
Pull up in a drop top, she drop dead
I pulled up in a drop top, she drop dead
My diamonds dancing, hopscotch, they holding hands
My diamonds dancing, hopscotch, they holding hands
Yeah

Chip – Gets Like That (feat. Ghetts) (League Of My Own II Album)

[Chorus: Chip]
Yeah, it gets like that
Didn’t wanna do it but it gets like that
Didn’t wanna do it but it gets like that
Yeah, trust me, I can’t take a cheque like that
Didn’t wanna do it but it gets like that
Didn’t wanna do it but it gets like that
Didn’t wanna do it but it gets like that
Yeah, trust me, I can’t take a cheque like that
On a hype to me, I’m on a hype right back (yeah)
Didn’t wanna do it but it gets like that
Didn’t wanna do it but it gets like that
Yeah, trust me, I can’t take a cheque like that
Didn’t wanna do it but it gets like that
Didn’t wanna do it but it gets like that
Didn’t wanna do it but it gets like that
Yeah, trust me, I can’t take a cheque like that (mm)

[Verse 1: Chip]
You’re not a vet like that (nah)
You can’t pull up on a set like that (nah)
Mic check, yeah, I cut cheques like that (yeah)
Spud me, nah, we ain’t bless like that (wagwan)
Man get me vexed like that (uh)
Didn’t wanna smoke, got stressed like that (yeah)
Mez like that, get the cess like that
Everyting irie and blessed like that (yeah)
Oi, Chipmunk, how you shine like that? (How?)
Come through, have your time twice like that (yeah)
Gyal on my Ericsson, gyal on my Nokia
Still got girls on my line like that (hmm hmm)
Sometimes I write technical bars
I’m still nice when I one line like that (yeah)
Vibes, you ain’t stepping on mine like that (nah)
Nice on the field, I’m a mine like that (bye bye)

[Chorus: Chip]
Yeah, it gets like that (yeah)
Didn’t wanna do it but it gets like that (yeah)
Didn’t wanna do it but it gets like that
Yeah, trust me, I can’t take a cheque like that (nah)
Didn’t wanna do it but it gets like that (yeah)
Didn’t wanna do it but it gets like that (yeah)
Didn’t wanna do it but it gets like that
Yeah, trust me, I can’t take a cheque like that
On a hype to me, I’m on a hype right back (yeah)
Didn’t wanna do it but it gets like that (yeah)
Didn’t wanna do it but it gets like that
Yeah, trust me, I can’t take a cheque like that (nah)
Didn’t wanna do it but it gets like that (yeah)
Didn’t wanna do it but it gets like that (yeah)
Didn’t wanna do it but it gets like that
Yeah, trust me, I can’t take a cheque like that (mm)

[Verse 2: Chip]
Didn’t wanna do it but it gets like that
When it gets like that, I go Ghetts like that (rah)
When I’m in the lab like decks like that
It won’t be collar at your neck like that (rah)
You ain’t got the tricks of the trade like that
Shit I’ve been through, diamonds get made like that (yeah)
Try and apply press’ my way
Apply press’ my way and apply press’ right back
When I don’t wanna do but I do it the best way
I was through it, yeah, I find my way like that (yeah)
Old school man know my ways like that (yeah)
New school man felt my pain like that (yeah)
Before them man had money and fame
Don’t chat shit, never got girls like that (bait)
How you make man take your girl like that?
No MJ, I’ll rock your world like that (hmm, ha ha ha ha)
These MCs don’t scare me (nah)
If who dares wins, don’t dare me (don’t)
Wicked spirits can’t get near me (never)
Good guy make a bad guy weary (yeah)
Bloody Mary (yeah), sweet Jesus
I’ve took stones word to Christ
Put on my life, man’s live when you put me on the mic
When it gets like that, man’s nice (hmm hmm)

[Bridge]
Make sure you get straight to the point
With every dubplate, everything that gets played

[Chorus: Chip]
Yeah, it gets like that (yeah)
Didn’t wanna do it but it gets like that (yeah)
Didn’t wanna do it but it gets like that
Yeah, trust me, I can’t take a cheque like that (nah)
Didn’t wanna do it but it gets like that (yeah)
Didn’t wanna do it but it gets like that (yeah)
Didn’t wanna do it but it gets like that
Yeah, trust me, I can’t take a cheque like that (mm)

[Verse 3: Ghetts]
It gets like that
No safety 38 spec like that (yah)
45 on each side
When I’m in the gym, man bench like that (yah)
I tell a girl you ain’t gonna find nobody better
I get back my ex like that (ha ha ha)
I’ve won when the odds are against me
So don’t place a bet like that (nah)
I’m on a whole ‘nother level to MCs
We ain’t no regular MCs
I went to the mountain (what?) with a fountain
None of you niggas don’t pen like that (none of them)
You some biro niggas (ah)
Payback, I owe niggas (rah)
Don’t get no bright ideas
‘Cause I aim at light bulb niggas (rah-gyah-gyah-gyah-gyah, go)
Reflectin’
I don’t like those mirrors
My name’s Justin
But I don’t cry no rivers
(Fuck’s sake)
Ice cold, I don’t shiver
You ain’t got a murderer in you
Continue, I know killers
16 bars but I just told Chip I can’t end like that
There’s no cards when I stack (ooh)
No talk when I rap (ooh)
When I sell, I
Red dot on anybody lookin’ red eye (bang)
Headshot from the semi (bang)
Oh well, I don’t give a fuck and you can tell I don’t
It’s so hard to pretend, N-L-I (woah)

[Chorus: Chip]
Yeah, it gets like that (yeah)
Didn’t wanna do it but it gets like that (yeah)
Didn’t wanna do it but it gets like that
Yeah, trust me, I can’t take a cheque like that (nah)
Didn’t wanna do it but it gets like that (yeah)
Didn’t wanna do it but it gets like that (yeah)
Didn’t wanna do it but it gets like that
Yeah, trust me, I can’t take a cheque like that (nah)
On a hype to me, I’m on a hype right back (yeah)
Didn’t wanna do it but it gets like that (yeah)
Didn’t wanna do it but it gets like that
Yeah, trust me, I can’t take a cheque like that (nah)
Didn’t wanna do it but it gets like that (yeah)
Didn’t wanna do it but it gets like that (yeah)
Didn’t wanna do it but it gets like that
Yeah, trust me, I can’t take a cheque like that (mm)

Horrible Histories – The Tudors lyrics

[Intro]
Anyone whose lived around these parts,
Or ever knew’d us,
Is well aware that you should never mess with the Tudors.

[Verse 1]
My Grandad Henry Seventh,
He beat King Richard,
That’s him pictured,
Defeating the Tyke.

[Verse 2]
He liked his name so much that,
To keep alive is memory,
He called his own son Henry,
What was he like!

[Verse 3]
Everyone said Hen-er-y the eighth was a baddy,
I have to agree,
Even though he was my daddy.
(Just popping of to chop some wives.)

[Chorus]
Cos we’re Tudors,
Britain’s biggest feuders,
And just like barracudas,
We kill with methods foul.

Tudors
Each enemy a Judas,
At least we’re not as rude as,
Simon Cowell.

[Verse 4]
My reign was quite notorious,
I liked to hunt and slaughter,
But then you had a daughter,
Mary was her name,
It was a son I wanted,
So I divorced her mother,
Then wife two had another,
A girl? Not again!
(That’s me your talking about! )

[Chorus]
Tudor,
Superior to you duh,
Who followed me as ruler,
Best not to ask.

[Verse 5]
It must have been my laddie,
Yes sicky little Eddie,
Was I’ll and soon got deady
And who came next?

[Verse 6]
Your daughters then took over,
First came Bloody Mary,
My sisters rule was scary,
So all hail meeeeeee

[Chorus]
Tudors,
The history books reviewed us,
As nutters and big bruisers,
Who kill and cull.

[Outro]
I never had an heir,
So our reign ended there,
We my not have been fair,
But we were never dull