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Young Thug – Big Tipper Lyrics

[Intro: Young Thug]
Southside on the track, yeah
808 Mafia
Hey

[Refrain: Young Thug]
I can tiptoe in her pussy like a Loub, Chanel (Ayy)
Harriet Tubman twenties, weigh ’em up on the scale (Ayy)
Hair down to her ass, caught her like Odell (Hey)
All my hoes get Rollie Pollies, mines up on the shelf (Let’s go)

[Verse 1: Young Thug]
Kicked out the hotel, we smoking gas, who else, nigga?
Flooded belt buckle like a wrestler, yes, nigga
Better not try to tell me what you seen a nigga doin’
She not fuckin’ with me, then her life is probably ruined
We can leave America and we can make a movie
Every single diamond on me dancing like a movie
Make lil’ mama nut inside her pants just like a movie
Abracadaba, tight pussy, need a toothpick
Some of the fives, some of the dimes, and then I got twenties and up
I come with the vibes and some of the guys and I got a flooded Patek
I peep how you slide, I peep how you ride, and now they goin’ off with your head
They know the reward’s a hundred racks so they gon’ do all that they can
Don’t tell me you ridin’ if you not gon’ ride, we don’t got no time for that playin’
We don’t come disguised, we gangsters for life, my nigga, we showin’ our hands
I had turned the vibe my lil’ wife, she’ll never be single again
They hate and throw rice, we richer for life, I used to serve ice, yikes (Hey)

[Chorus: Young Thug]
Big tipper, Big, Big Dipper
King spiller, bitch, king dripper
King killer, King, Godzilla
Fuck her every week, still ain’t seen me, Marshmello
King Kuba, King Tut, Kuba
Black truck pull up on you just like Uber
Okay, I fuck her every night and she still ain’t seen my eyes, ayy
I don’t know the vibes so I introduce the ice

[Verse 2: Young Thug]
My lil’ shawty hit a lick out a bando (Yeah)
Shawty came through ’bout tall as a man, woah (Aw, yeah)
She won’t come to you, ask, yes, you can go (Hey)
I got hitters on 175th, Chicago (Let’s play)
Man, the feds done got my M’s up, I’m gon’ on
She got hit by the whole gang, her pussy jumped on (Woo)
Baby, tell me what you prayin’ for (Uh, uh)
That shit cap ’cause I’m the real McCoy (Yeah)
White diamonds on me, bitch, I’m pale
I got a baddie, fine, out of Israel
I keep like twenty pints of Actavis double sealed
I keep some Dubai shit on deck when I’m on chill, hey

[Refrain: Lil Keed & Young Thug]
I can tiptoe in that pussy like a Loub, Chanel (Ayy)
Harriet Tubman twenties, weigh ’em up on the scale (Ayy)
Hair down to her ass, caught her like Odell (Hey)
All my hoes get Rollie Pollies, mines up on the shelf (Let’s go, Keed, talk to ’em)

[Verse 3: Lil Keed]
Yeah, I throw them racks on the blade
My baby, she mad, want me stay out of there, yeah
I drip this shit with Lil Gotit
We matching the shoes, the belt, yeah
Niggas, they know I’m the topic
They takin’ they shot like ref, yeah
Soon as you think you gon’ try me
They leaving you dead in your step
Ridin’ ’round like the army, we trippin’ cars like Carmen
My ho want a Percocet, she pop more than you and me
Man, that pussy too wet, I don’t care if she don’t wanna top me
And state your number, I don’t care if you don’t call me
I want big racks, I’m up early morning
These niggas big cat (Pussy), yeah, they tellin’ on you
Yeah, the Hellcat roll up, Keed be ridin’ on ’em
Wanna beef, I pay the cash, I ain’t got time for you, no cap, no cap

EARTHGANG – PRADA U Lyrics

[Intro: Johnny Venus]
From the heart, from the heart this time
All of these dreams that you don’t need true
All of these things you don’t give too
Call on me, I’ll carry you
There ain’t no thing I wouldn’t do
Lions, tigers, bears and all of these [?]
They could never come between me and you

[Hook: Young Thug]
I’m proud of you, I’m proud of you
I’m proud of you, I’m proud of you (Yeah!)
I’m proud of you, I’m proud of you
I’m proud of you (Oh!)
You, you, you, you, you baby
You, you, you, you
I’m proud of you, I’m proud of you
I’m proud of you, I’m proud of you (Yeah!)
I’m proud of you, I’m proud of you
I’m proud of you (Oh!)
You, you, you, you, you baby
You, you, you, you

[Verse 1: Johnny Venus]
I know half of most don’t see ya
Couldn’t believe it when you told ’em you was leaving yeah
When you put them Cinderella’s on your feet, yeah
When you shot it, kinda hard to be discreet, yeah
I’m gon’ put you on vacation, get some leisure
I’m gon’ do whatever it take baby to please ya
I been through the dirt, I been through the thick
And I held my heart but you never be beating
Check don’t need when I aim when I need that
Held me tight when the game on tweak yeah
Hard times though you make it look easy, easy
Heartache though you make it look easy, easy

[Bridge: Young Thug]
I’m proud of you, I’m proud of you
I’m proud of you, I’m proud of you
Heartache though you make it look easy, easy
I’m proud of you, I’m proud of you
I’m proud of you, I’m proud of you
Heartache though you make it look easy, easy
I’m proud of you, I’m proud of you
I’m proud of you, I’m proud of you

[Verse 2: Young Thug]
We having designer sex, crawling on top of me
While I keep my timing yeah everything beating
Help you get your body breeze, conspiracy, yeah
Drip from my head to my sock and I’m whipping a new machine
I got the percocets, I got the guap
And I got me a cool nervous thing
She went to whipping it
Had to tell her “Lil baby I’m proud of you”
Flex your bank account without a salary
In this bank and this lettuce and radish due
Ima keep it clean in case I see you
She said “Babe, tell me how you missing but you never ride by
I got all little girlfriends” that is really cool
And I can tell you all the time

[Bridge 2: Young Thug]
I’m proud of you, I’m proud of you
I’m proud of you, I’m proud of you (Aye!)
I’m proud of you, I’m proud of you
I’m proud of you (Whoo!)
You, you, you, you
Say, you, you, you, you
I’m proud of you, aye

[Verse 3: Doctur Dot]
She put the Energizer batteries in my bank
I can eat PM brownish
Tell her how I feel, just like Harriet Tubman
Take me to feed ’em like Harriet Tubman
Pray for me even though I don’t deserve it
Get off your knees and bend over and bust it
We nobody, get the poser, not business
TV’s made it easier to have a discussion
Wow, wow, I’m so fucking proud
Keep taking backshots like that
Fuck around, give your ass a child
You are a keychain of colors
On me fireworks she fucking wild
I can see it now, I believe first
No bandwagon, no T-Shirt
Know you’re going like a fucking meteor
Did you bring a friend? I ain’t see her
Tell her digitally tryna keep her
Proud of you, I study you, I do the research baby

[Outro: Young Thug]
I’m proud of you, I’m proud of you
I’m proud of you, I’m proud of you (Yeah!)
I’m proud of you, I’m proud of you
I’m proud of you (Oh!)
You, you, you, you, you baby
You, you, you, you
I’m proud of you, I’m proud of you
I’m proud of you, I’m proud of you
I’m proud of you, I’m proud of you
I’m proud of you

Ice Cube – Don’t Bring Me No Bag Lyrics

[Intro]
Hey man, get the door
These mother fuckers think it’s CVS around this bitch
Tell him we ain’t ’bout that shit

[Interlude: Menace II Society (1993): Chauncy & Nick]
Yo, who is it?
Uhh, Nick
Yo, nigga, what up?
Oh, nothin’
Why you come to this motherfucker so early all the time, man?
You-you said 1 o’clock
I don’t give a fuck what I said, nigga
I don’t get out the bed before two-thirty
Don’t come through this motherfucker so early next time, nigga
Understood
Let’s see what’chu got

[Chorus]
Ain’t ’bout to count no money, ain’t sellin’ no dope
Don’t bring me no bag, I want a envelope
Ain’t ’bout to count no money, nah, ain’t sellin’ no dope
Don’t bring me no bag, I want a envelope

[Bridge]
Ain’t no disrespect (disrespect), well maybe it is
Ain’t no trappin’ here (Trappin’ here), well look here now, bitch
Ain’t no Oxycontin (No oxycontin), no coke or no thizz
Have you forgotten (You forgotten) who the fuck that I is?

[Verse 1]
Trap or die, that’s a lie, niggas fry or testify
Superfly, get super high, jigga boo shit, supersize
Niggas do shit and justify
You can do shit and get euthanized
I could do shit, that’s no surprise
Serve your ass, two piece and fries

[Verse 2]
You niggas high as fuck (High as fuck), got slow reaction
I done sobered up (Sobered up) and I’m down for action
And I fuck you up (Fuck you up), if you come ’round askin’
Don’t try to play me (Try to play me) like I’m Anglo-Saxon
You a mouse in a trap house, I’m a dog in a cat house
I’m comin’ like Harriet Tubman, you comin’ like Harry the drug man
Some niggas don’t give a fuck, man, ’bout they own people sufferin’
Talkin’ ’bout that they strugglin’, made somethin’ from nothin’

[Verse 3]
I’ma kill me a dope dealer
I’ma douse me a trap house
Who let the dogs out?
I’ma make niggas crawl out
I’ma make niggas call out to Jesus and they momma (Jesus and they momma)
Right before they vomit (Before they vomit) blood out they stomach (Blood out they stomach)
This for my auntie, she smoked your shit daily
And this’ll make you crumble, yeah, just like it did my uncle
And this’ll make you meet your maker, understand that he’s the baker
Got your ass on the slab now you the dope for the undertaker

[Outro]
Don’t bring me no bag
Don’t bring me no bag
You-you a mouse in a trap house, I’ma dog in a cat house
You-you a mouse in a trap house, I’ma dog in a cat house
You-you a mouse in a trap house, I’ma dog in a cat house
You a mouse in a trap house, I’ma dog in a cat house

O.T. Genasis – Cut Lyrics

[Intro: O.T. Genasis]
O.T
Yeah you know this so hard man
I ain’t even getting on this one
I did what I had to do, ooh!
All I want is money
All I want is money
Top down, show the cleavage
This right here the remix

[Hook: O.T. Genasis & Young Thug]
Cut it, cut it, cut it, cut it
Cut it, cut it, cut it, cut it
Them bricks is way too hot, you need to cut it
Your price is way too high, you need to cut it
Cut it (whoops), but it, but it, but it
But it, but it, but it, but it
Them bricks is way too hot, you need to but it
Your price is way too high, you need to but it

[Verse 1: Young Thug]
I need some racks like a shottas
I might just go and rob the bread truck
I got your bitch in the spotty
Make her suck dick ‘til I’m fed up
These bitches they know I don’t play with them
They know that my niggas will spray on them
We lie to these bitches like rugs
We tell ‘em anything to lay with them
She come and do it ‘cause I’m not a disgrace
She gon’ follow me way to the private jet place
I’ma keep me a rubber, I can’t leave no trace
I’ma take off that rubber and bust on her face
What you gon’ do?
I ran up my ring and I pull out the wraith
Talk ‘bout that ice
Got diamonds on me and they wet like a sink

[Hook: O.T. Genasis]
Cut it, cut it, cut it, cut it
Cut it, cut it, cut it, cut it
Them bricks is way too hot, you need to cut it
Your price is way too high, you need to cut it

[Verse 2: Kevin Gates]
Gold Rolex and it’s presidential
Thing I wanted once since elementary
I’m just a breadwinner chasing that money
Don’t bother me back, women follow me
Out in Detroit, I need none’ but way better
I’m special, you better not lie to me
I’m ‘bout to rebound on a real
I’m in the street pound for a kill
I need a sweet house on the hills
I’m in the projects in the field
Harriet Tubman on the bill
Think I need two pills worth of them
Way I be talking like need to chill
Can I be honest, I cannot pretend
Pass by the clique house, having a garage sale
Big cars, big rods, all of ‘em raw as hell
Flip phone, call the cell, bounce back off a L
Broke wrist, ah yeah, bread winner cartel
Big money matter fact, grind tryna get it back
I don’t go to church, in the booty club, blew a sack
God knows it was hard, he was thinking he was giving back
In the trap house shooting craps, tryna win it back
Cut the plug off, price high, he don’t want a cut?
I don’t need nobody I can get it out the mud

[Hook: O.T. Genasis]
Cut it, cut it, cut it, cut it
Cut it, cut it, cut it, cut it
Them bricks is way too hot, you need to cut it
Your price is way too high, you need to cut it
Cut it, cut it, cut it, cut it
Cut it, cut it, cut it, cut it
Them bricks is way too hot, you need to cut it
Your price is way too high, you need to cut it

Kodak Black – Change My Ways (Project Baby 2 Album)

[Intro]
Dawg, I swear dawg
It’s like I, like I got a whole ‘nother soul and shit
You know what I’m sayin’?

[Chorus]
I need a baby to keep me sedated
I need to change the lil ways I be thinkin’
I can’t keep runnin’ my people, I’m crazy
I can’t keep goin’ to jail, that’s fugazi
Ain’t no more fraud, now I’m legally bankin’
Nevada won’t even accept me in Vegas
You can’t keep runnin’ ’round here like you made it
That was an accident, you got my baby
I need a baby to keep me sedated
I need to change the lil ways I be thinkin’
I can’t keep runnin’ my people, I’m crazy
I can’t keep goin’ to jail, that’s fugazi
Ain’t no more fraud, now I’m legally bankin’
Nevada won’t even accept me in Vegas
You can’t keep runnin’ ’round here like you made it
That was an accident, you got my baby

[Verse 1]
I got my grandma a mansion in Haiti
I feel like we still be goin’ through salvery
I need a coolant off all of these drugs
I be to quick reachin’ out for my gun
I hope my son don’t turn out to a thug
I know that gangster shit run in his blood
My baby mama keep listenin’ to punks
They tellin’ her to go after my funds
They hate that people be showing me love
I got more money then any of ’em, I’m young
Harriet Tubman, I’m still on the run
I’m thinkin’ ’bout all of the shit that I done
I’m tryna cover my dirt
I put in so much work
Sniper Gang, this ain’t a business
Sniper Gang, this how I’m living
I need to change how I’m living
I think I’m way too comitted
When I ain’t thuggin’ I miss it
My trigger finger be itching

[Verse 2]
I think I’m losing my conscience
I pray to god that I find it
I used to pop too much mollies
I think it fucked up my noggin
All I be thinkin’ about it
I need to stay out the projects
‘Cause all of my niggas be wylin’
I don’t know where I’d be without it
How I’ma stay out the projects?
When that’s where I got all my knowledge
Remember we used to be robbin’
But now he don’t like how I’m striving
No Bud, I ain’t drinkin’ no beer
Every day I’m getting wiser
I’m happy I got away solid
E picked me up when I shot him
I had to ditch all the sliders
I need to change my surroundings
I’m tryna be a lil calmer
I can’t go back to the bottom

[Chorus]
I need a baby to keep me sedated
I need to change the lil ways I be thinkin’
I can’t keep runnin’ my people, I’m crazy
I can’t keep goin’ to jail, that’s fugazi
Ain’t no more fraud, now I’m legally bankin’
Nevada won’t even accept me in Vegas
You can’t keep runnin’ ’round here like you made it
That was an accident, you got my baby
I need a baby to keep me sedated
I need to change my lil ways I be thinkin’
I can’t keep runnin’ my people, I’m crazy
I can’t keep goin’ to jail, that’s fugazi
Ain’t no more fraud, now I’m legally bankin’
Nevada won’t even accept me in Vegas
You can’t keep runnin’ ’round here like you made it
That was an accident, you got my baby

K.A.A.N. – Stillness Lyrics

[Intro]
Yes Lawd, Nawledge!

[Verse 1]

See i got nothing but love for ya, that’s all we spreading to em
I swear i can’t complain feel like i’m highly favored
I’ve seen compression the press forward pushing myself applying pressure from every angle trying to cover my bases
I’m making sure we straight over time as i double check it don’t get it twisted like you chubby checker
I’m tryna, see the world on a tour bus double decker’d upper echelon no regular with no one next to us
Me myself and i on some fly shit refuse to act like refuse to act like i’m apart of some basis we breaking ties
Never saving face for the sake of saving a lie its the truth and the truth is real so that’s all that we serve to them
Independent i’m on my own while they sign like some servants hydroplane when i write it the way i curve with the cursive assert my services separate lyrics should serve the melodies i’m more concerned with messages than memorizing how i feel
This is real no cubic zirconia a flawless diamond in the rough Dirty Diana princess cut a standing ovation round of applause they need to give it up
Leave them severely scared like a scab if they ever pick at us
That last line wasn’t deep but i bet it still connected or hovers over your center lobe like a head dress
And holy matrimony pull the vale up and see your future i passed the litmus test on every level leave me lone
I need space every beats a peace of cheese cake ill take a pickers dozen handle business never delay for peat sake i’m regressing to my old ways press the pen to paper i’m preparing for the long race

A marathon if you will i got the stamina endurance to endure a deplorable situation
My steady need to believe
This that Oh La Oh Veto!! There go that sound again

I’ve realize its not what you say but the way you say it my epiphany cause its not the game its the way I play it respect is everything don’t you ever forget

You need to get up get out and get something (uh, huh)
You need to get up get out and get something (uh, huh)
Don’t let the days of yo life pass by (Oh, Nah)
Don’t let the days of yo life pass by (Oh, Nah)
Don’t let the days of yo life pass b (Oh, Nah)

[Verse 2]

Now keep your eyes on the prize and never take em off it
Marginalize every win and learn from the loses
This game is risk and reward but i’m never wary at war i’m unorthodox my rapport is rather brass and incredible
Autobiographical lines they more than legible pushing on this underground rail road feel like Harriet Tubman moving on a speed boat my main next post is moving into yo geographical grid

Coming to a home near you god willing true spilling all up in yo jaw when i fill it
No Anastasia needed my procedure is quick yo vanity facetious and pretentious you dig
I think we got it on lock but we could always improve gotta excel and succeed sold separately
Ya lack of attention to detail is revealing to me it says one of two things your a novice or lazy but baby
They they either blind or crazy i guarantee that ill make it excuses are for the week or the faint at heart but i’m neither
Refuse to be like all of these has-beens they had it at some point but lost it awhile ago
A lack of preparation is the reason you fail no one to blame but yourself when you fall and never get back up
Just keep a level headed focus but don’t ever give up

Nah i said don’t ever give up

Nawl, Nawledge!

October 5, 2016

Game & Marsha Ambrosius – Sins Of Our Fathers (The Birth Of A Nation The Inspired By Album) letras

[Hook: Marsha Ambrosius]
Sins of our fathers
Father, forgive me
And after all I gave you stole my name
And took away from me
Our founding fathers
What have you gave to me?
I’ve been the victim of a broken home
You stole away from me
Sins of our fathers
Sins of our fathers

[Verse 1: The Game]
I could hit you with the “Yes master”, pastor
Or I could close the box on your ass like cold pizza
Whips and chains, brain gone, mind in shackles
Cam Newton, a Black Panther hard to tackle
Mix the moonshine with the Snapple
The White House a plantation
But they’re teachin’ our kids it’s a castle
Built by slaves, my guilt by trade, the maze
Lab rats pickin’ cotton inside invisible cages
House nigga, he hate us more than the massa
Burn his own church and smile in the face of the pastor
The last days, drinkin’ our own sweat in the field
Either kneel or you get your ass killed
[Hook: Marsha Ambrosius]
Sins of our fathers
Father, forgive me
And after all I gave you stole my name
And took away from me
Our founding fathers
What have you gave to me?
I’ve been the victim of a broken home
You stole away from me
Sins of our fathers
Sins of our fathers

[Verse 2: The Game]
They gave my great-great grandfather lashes ’cause he stole a fuckin’ horse
Now 500 horsepower in my mothafuckin’ Porsche
As I light my torch on this Mississippi porch
Let the Mississippi River shatter windows on my [?]
Corpses is, of course this is, genocide
I’m in the same church where little kids and women died
I can hear the voices, ropes around throats
Separated our families when they stacked us on them boats
Choke, as your legs shake you start to lose hope
Wishin’ the branch would break, but nope
Soon as your neck snap, they start laughin’ and takin’ pictures
‘Cause to them you ain’t nothin’ but a mothafuckin’ nigga
500 years later, I’m in the club
Chain on my neck, Harriet Tubman on the dub
Ben Franklin on the hundred, Hamilton on the ten
Even in death, she still surrounded by white men