Marley Marl – Cheatin’ Days Are Over Lyrics

Verse 1

Al called me up about a quarter to six
Said Hey Nice, whats up with tricks
I got a cutie coming over, and she’s bringing a friend
Why dont you keep her busy while I go and hit the skins
Now I know I wouldn’t have called you if I knew you wouldn’t do it
Besides she’s cool and in an hour you can troop it
Thought to myself, I guess it sound cool
He said she had money was a scholar in school
I said OK cause see Al’s my homie
Besides I don’t front when it comes to tenderonies
Hung up the phone through on my dip wear
Had a half an hour before I had to be there
Got to his house he seemed surprised
Something was wrong and I could see it in his eyes
Stepped in the house and what did I see?
Her on a long couch sat Beauty and the Beast
Stepped to the cutie, Al said No
Trying not to laugh cause he knew it was her
He proceeded upstairs with the cutie on his arm
Said it with a smile, you can call that Yvonne

Chorus

My cheatin days are over [X5]

Check it out

Verse 2

Well I told her my name, I didn’t want to diss her
But I almost broke fool when she asked me to kiss her
I said lets leave take a ride or something
She said 100% I know a pump thats jumping
She took me to the Boonies, I met her friends and goonies
I saw a brother staring and growling looking loony

And Al told a lie see Vonne was broke
With a played out lease and that silver and gold rope
She must have got her hair on an ad on sale
Because she had a ballhead and with a pony tail
Man was I steaming just buying her drinks
Kept slamming them down everytime I blinked
She had a throat like a snake, hands like a rake
Eating and drinking, I had to put on her breaks
I said hey G you’re getting hot on my collar
I’m not your damn mother and I’m sure not your father
If you bother with a man that’s said he’s had enough
You just might get snuffed

Chorus

Verse 3

After me digging and shooting the facts
She called me a bum I said I’m on to your trap
Since the night begins you’ve been burning more money
Now you’re calling me a bum you know you’re kin of funny
I think that you should wake up or use a different make up
You’re really trying to play me and I’m really bout to smack up
Your grill kind of ill, hitting hard like Bruce Lee
I’m short like Spike Lee, Kick you in your right knee
Grab you round your neck stand you up on your feet
And take you out with the DDT
She was feeling real offended but I really didn’t care
Called Al with the flavour then I drunk a few beers
I learned my lesson about trying to be your lover
That’s why my cheating days are over

Chorus

Peace

$ilkmoney – Cancel Me Lyrics

Nigga this dope gon’ kill you and your mans
We the niggas putting all the fentanyl in the xans
? did a ride in my sweat pants
PCP secreting from out my sweat glands
Had it on you but you ain’t pop lemme guess your tech jammed
You a broke bitch and I can almost bet that you never met them bands
Correct advance could have you step and dance out in Bethlehem
Spike Lee no Tarantino like me carry B roll and set the stands
Set up the cam aim point press play and etch a sketch a stance
Shake to erase then repeat again get left behind and never seen again
Like Cleon got repeatedly beat on and drowned in a sea of ? orange
This is killer season Beavis you can’t get pissed on
Strapped to the back with some C4 blowin’ the beep off
?
Push me to the t to drop your casket
He impacted and pressure cracked the screen like Apple tablets
The pump hit him now he ain’t got no feet and this shit bagged him
They come get him before he rest in peace bitch shit just happens
They want me to be a behaved lil nigga and just pay my taxes
Nigga take this to ? and ain’t no more catfish
How the f**k they gon’ try to cancel me when I’m just rapping
And this cracker’s still got a f**king seat and he’s still yapping

Ay yo
Ay suck my dick nigga I dont give a f**k if you can’t handle me
Ain’t a fan of me can’t stand me f**king cancel me
You niggas pussy and can’t f**king stand with me
Shake hands with me hold a lamp to me nigga so f**king cancel me

Ay suck my dick nigga I don’t give a f**k if you can’t handle me
Ain’t a fan of me can’t stand me f**king cancel me
You niggas pussy can’t stand with me shake hands with me
Hold a f**king lamp to me so f**king cancel me

Lil Xan – Like Me Lyrics

Play this song

[Intro]
Xanarchy
So heart broke
I ain’t dead yet
Yeah

[Chorus]
Louis V, gold teeth
Gucci bag full of lean
Balenciaga, fuck a Prada
Saint Lauren, smoke weed
Louis V, gold teeth
Gucci bag full of lean
Balenciaga, fuck a Prada
Saint Lauren, smoke weed

[Verse 1]
Hey hold, bring the fucking Rover
Y’all thought I was fucking sober
Double cup yeah I’m poured up
And I’ma do this shit til it’s over
Air Force One, Nike-Nike on my feet
Asian women love me, my dick inside their tummy
You be on that fake shit
Talking ’bout how lame he is
I was at the corner store
Trying to fuck a couple whores

[Refrain]
But it’s okay, but it’s okay
But it’s okay, but it’s okay
Cause foreign groupies giving dome is A-okay (A-okay)
Cause foreign groupies giving dome is A-okay
But it’s okay, but it’s okay
But it’s okay, but it’s okay
Cause foreign groupies giving dome is A-okay (A-okay)
Cause foreign groupies giving dome is A-okay

[Chorus]
Louis V, gold teeth
Gucci bag full of lean
Balenciaga, fuck a Prada
Saint Lauren, smoke weed
Louis V, gold teeth
Gucci bag full of lean
Balenciaga, fuck a Prada
Saint Lauren, smoke weed
Yeah, smoke weed
Yeah, smoke weed

[Verse 2]
Life’s a movie like I’m Spike Lee, yeah
I don’t care, I don’t care if you like me
Pouring up in my iced tea, yeah
In a foreign with your motherfuckin’ wifey
I don’t care, I don’t care, I don’t care
I don’t care, I don’t care if you motherfucking like me
I don’t care, I don’t care, I don’t care
I don’t care, I don’t care if you motherfucking like me
I’ve been running like a marathon, ayy
Making hits like I’m Barry Bonds, ayy
I’m writing songs til I’m like LeBron, yeah
I’m rocking Louis and some Saint Lauren

[Chorus]
Louis V, gold teeth
Gucci bag full of lean
Balenciaga, fuck a Prada
Saint Lauren, smoke weed
Louis V, gold teeth
Gucci bag full of lean
Balenciaga, fuck a Prada
Saint Lauren, smoke weed
Yeah, smoke weed
Yeah, smoke weed
Yeah, smoke weed

JUNGLEPUSSY – State Of The Union lyrics

You think you poppin’ cause your new chick low maintenance
Yeah you can’t handle it and I don’t have the patience
Your stroke was weak nigga
Pacin’ in the n*gger, don’t be playin’ with the n*gger
They waiting for Junglepussy
I was playin’ with myself, prayin’ for vacation
On the top shelf, prayin on caucasian?
Rather rise above than to lay back complacin’
You think you up next but bitch I’m adjacent
[?] turn on me that’s a fact then I faced it
Pregnant with success, friends don’t want you to make it
Steady searchin’ for the truth, I don’t gotta chase it
I wish we never met but I cannot erase it
Layin’ in the hammock
Lie with my [?]
Keep it caribbean when you kick it with my crew
Keep your bloodclot ma quiet I do not f*ck with you
Keep the team on my hip and we stickier than glue
My birthday Halloween so I’m freakier than you
Eatin’ jerk chicken while I’m finessin in the booth
We play the same sport, I don’t smell like you
Get in the same cheese, I don’t melt like you
You cute and all but the combo’s whack
What’s good with that ain’t cool with that
No I can’t relax, no I can’t relapse
Lemme bounce back, where my soldiers at?
With they shoulders back, whatchu lookin at?
No cook crack with that black girl magic
I’m smokin’ Spike Lee joint she just gotta have it
Everybody wanna be black it’s so tragic
Everytime I wear clothes I’m stoppin’ traffic
Everybody here knows I am the baddest
Don’t worry where my hair grow, n*gger the fattest
My nookie my ass tits, I’m never average
Out the f*cking window your career in a casket
Imma hard [?] fried chicken got my eyes low
These bitches so greasy, that’s why I don’t never follow
Style f*ckin’ dated like I’m starin’ at a dino-
Soaring like a spaceship I’m just faded out the front door

Dave East – Bipolar

[Intro]
I ain’t drink in a minute
I got a bitch that’s going both ways
I’m paid
Now I’m smokin’ out the back seat
Tell the driver to bring my daughter to the top floor
(Kairi you good baby?)
I got a bitch that’s going both ways
I’m paid
So, now I’m smokin’ out the back seat
Tell the driver to bring my daughter to the top floor

[Verse 1]
Red lights
Never see ’em when the roof gone
Bally sneakers, with the patent leather
Never see ’em
Floors seats
At the Garden, next to Spike Lee
Everybody dyin’ before we flee the night scene
Bad coke, niggas’ sniffin’, I take the long route
Chrome out
Send a nigga’ to the most high
Drove by
On a mission like it’s ’05
Henny’ bottle, Fendi belt
My shit is felt
I was locking in
Six months without no help, it was routine
Hits the dips, push-ups between
Buncha’ .50 clips
Gettin’ ripped, nigga’ lookin’ like a king
I was fresh out, me and Gutta
Gutta I need you to do me this favor boy, hold this down for me, you know I’mma be right back
Bodega, still pitchin’
Molly powder and Dasani make you feel different
Shell shocked, niggas’ on you hit the kill switch’n’
Vietnam
Shit like it’s ‘Nam over here, you nigga’s dyin’
Bipolar
Nine on ’em, with a lot of anger
Momma on him, like go to school, ’cause the bills due
Told him be safe, I can’t afford it
‘Cause they head-hittin’, bed flippin’
Under mattress kept the four-fever
Uncle Butchy won’t let us hustle out the same apartment
Trap spot, smellin’ like death on a cold night
Summertime, playin’ them benches, like we can’t play
Hit the park, my gloves on, he think I’m O.J
Kim K, I want your sister with the long face
Long K
A million dollars make my mama smile
Kairi, your daddy love you, I’m a real nigga’
Strap on me
Never tellin’, cut my tongue out
Give niggas’ game from a jacuzzi, like this Run’s House
Shop open 24/7, bitch we don’t close
Graveyard
No gloves on, my hands was so cold
Black shit, black gun
Black Giuseppe’s in a black whip
Black tape, wrapped around a fuckin’ white brick
White chick, try to tell me what the price is
Nice kids, we were tryin’ rob a hundred bands
Son of Sam, make the summer hot
All the spring, keep it clean
Niggas’ run a lot
Duck tape
No breathin’, that’s my season
Get a warm coat
Dead broke, that was us

[Outro]
Let the Lord send ’em
Don sippers
I ain’t going back and forth with ’em
I’m different
If it’s murder, we could trade it off
Tecks, Glocks, no Xbox
Bitch I came to ball
Backwoods all by myself, ain’t gotta’ hang wit ya’ll
Let the Lord send ’em
Don sippers
Never going back and forth with ’em
I’m different
If it’s murder, we could trade it off
Tecks, Glocks, no Xbox
Bitch I came to ball
Backwoods all by myself, ain’t gotta’ hang wit ya’ll
Black shit, black gun
Black Giuseppe’s in a black whip
Black tape, wrapped around a fuckin’ white brick
White chick, try to tell me what the price is
Nice kids, we were tryin’ rob a hundred bands
Son of Sam, make the summer hot
No breathin’, my season
Get a warm coat
Dead broke, that was us nigga’
My bitch said I’m bipolar, I hope the pills help
My nigga said I’m bipolar, I hope the pills help
This bitch said I’m bipolar, I hope the pills help
Bipolar
Nine on ’em, with a lot of anger
Bipolar
Nine on ’em, with a lot of anger

Hunnid On The Drop Lyrics – Montell2099 X 21 Savage

Woah, woah, woah
Woah, woah
Woah, woah, woah
Woah, woah, 21, 21

Got a vacuum sealed machine and a digital scale
Ridin’ in a new ‘Rari and I’m lookin’ for 12
Tommy guns and trench coats, wackin’ like Joe Pesci
Actin’ like I owe you somethin’ you gon’ miss yo blessin’
CVS drugs, lean, pills, one-stop shop
I got big big bullets, that’s a one shot Glock
And I fucked yo baby mama, she cannot give Top
I make savage music nigga, this is not hip-hop

Hunnid on a mothafuckin’ drop, nigga
Hunnid on a mothafuckin’ drop
Nigga spent a hunnid on a mothafuckin’ drop, nigga
Hunnid on a mothafuckin’ drop
Nigga spent a hunnid on a mothafuckin’ drop, nigga
Hunnid on a mothafuckin’ drop
Nigga spent a hunnid on a mothafuckin’ drop, nigga
Hunnid on a mothafuckin’ drop
He ain’t bout the money I ain’t talkin’, nigga
He ain’t bout the money get to walkin’, nigga
And I got your main bitch stalkin’ nigga
Put a hole in yo’ head like a dolphin nigga
Fur costs 100, that’s ostrich nigga
Swimmin’ in the pussy, that’s aqua, nigga
Diamonds drippin’ on me that’s faucet, nigga
All my niggas on they own boss shit, nigga

Skrt skrt skrt, pyrex on lock
Pew! pew! silence on that Heckler and Koch
I’m sippin’ Actavis nigga, this ain’t scotch
I listen to yo tape and nigga you ain’t hot
Young Savage, man this shit so easy
Nigga so high, that I’m talkin’ to Jesus
Bitch I want no pussy, bitch get on yo knees-us
Nigga watch where you walkin’, you just stepped on my Yeezys

Hunnid on a mothafuckin’ drop, nigga
Hunnid on a mothafuckin’ drop
Nigga spent a hunnid on a mothafuckin’ drop, nigga
Hunnid on a mothafuckin’ drop
Nigga spent a hunnid on a mothafuckin’ drop, nigga
Hunnid on a mothafuckin’ drop
Nigga spent a hunnid on a mothafuckin’ drop, nigga
Hunnid on a mothafuckin’ drop
He ain’t bout the money I ain’t talkin’, nigga
He ain’t bout the money get to walkin’, nigga
And I got your main bitch stalkin’ nigga
Put a hole in yo’ head like a dolphin nigga
Fur costs 100, that’s ostrich nigga
Swimmin’ in the pussy, that’s aqua, nigga
Diamonds drippin’ on me that’s faucet, nigga
All my niggas on they own boss shit, nigga

Chains on rains on diamonds on free nigga
Tryna turn that bitch into your wife and she the squeeze nigga
Saint Laurent and Goyard gon cover all of me nigga
And I’m reckless, check shit, nike nigga
And I keep a uzi, shoot a movie, Spike Lee nigga
And I’m on that Act, I poured a four and ice tea, nigga
Thought you was a gangsta, you detective Ice-T nigga
Tryna clone a nigga, bummy boy you not me, nigga

Hunnid On The Drop

Lyrics to ‘Hunnid On The Drop’ by 21 Savage:

–Intro–
Woah, woah, woah
Woah, woah
Woah, woah, woah
Woah, woah , 21, 21

–Verse 1–
Got a vacuum sealed machine and a digital scale
Ridin’ in a new ‘Rari and I’m lookin’ for 12
Tommy guns and trench coats, wackin’ like Joe Pesci
Actin’ like I owe you somthin’ you gon’ miss yo blessin’
CVS drugs, lean, pills, one-stop shop
I got big big bullets, that’s a one shot Glock
And I fucked yo baby mama, she cannot give talk
I make savage music nigga, this is not hip-hop

–Chorus–
Hunnid on a motha fuckin’ drop, nigga
Hunnid on a motha fuckin’ drop
Nigga spent a hunnid on a motha fuckin drop, nigga
Hunnid on a motha fuckin drop
Nigga spent a hunnid on a motha fuckin drop, nigga
Hunnid on a motha fuckin drop
Nigga spent a hunnid on a motha fuckin drop, nigga
Hunnid on a motha fuckin drop
He ain’t bout the money I ain’t talkin’, nigga
He ain’t bout the money get to walkin’, nigga
And I got your main bitch stalkin’ nigga
Put a hole in yo’ head like a dolphin nigga
Fur costs 100, that’s ostrich nigga
Swimmin’ in the pussy, that’s aqua, nigga
Diamonds drippin’ on me that’s faucet, nigga
All my niggas on they own boss shit, nigga

–Verse 2–
Skrt skrt skrt, pyrex on lock
Psh psh silence on that Heckler and Koch
I’m sippin’ activist nigga, this ain’t scotch
I listen to yo tape and nigga you ain’t hot
Young savage, man this shit so easy
Nigga so high, that I’m talkin’ to jesus
Bitch I want no pussy, bitch get on yo knees-us
Nigga watch where you walkin’, you just stepped on my Yeezys

–Chorus–
Hunnid on a motha fuckin drop, nigga
Hunnid on a motha fuckin drop
Nigga spent a hunnid on a motha fuckin drop, nigga
Hunnid on a motha fuckin drop
Nigga spent a hunnid on a motha fuckin drop, nigga
Hunnid on a motha fuckin drop
Nigga spent a hunnid on a motha fuckin drop, nigga
Hunnid on a motha fuckin drop
He ain’t bout the money, I ain’t talkin’, nigga
He ain’t bout the money, get to walkin’, nigga
And I got your main bitch stalkin’, nigga
Put a hole in yo head like a dolphin, nigga
Fur costs 100 that’s ostrich, nigga
Swimmin’ in the pussy, that’s aqua, nigga
Dimonds drippin’ on me, that’s faucet, nigga
All my niggas on they own boss shit, nigga

–Verse 3–
Chains on rains on diamonds on free nigga
Tryna turn that bitch into your wife and she the squeeze nigga
Saint Laurent and Goyard gon cover all of me nigga
And I’m reckless, check shit, nike nigga
And I keep a uzi, shoot a movie, Spike Lee nigga
And I’m on that act, I poured a four and ice tea nigga
Thought you was a gangsta, you detective Ice-T nigga
Tryna clone a nigga, bummy boy you not me nigga

–Chorus–
Hunnid on a motha fuckin drop, nigga
Hunnid on a motha fuckin drop
Nigga spent a hunnid on a motha fuckin drop, nigga
Hunnid on a motha fuckin drop
Nigga spent a hunnid on a motha fuckin drop, nigga
Hunnid on a motha fuckin drop
Nigga spent a hunnid on a motha fuckin drop, nigga
Hunnid on a motha fuckin drop
He ain’t bout the money, I ain’t talkin’, nigga
He ain’t bout the money, get to walkin’, nigga
And I got your main bitch stalkin’, nigga
Put a hole in yo head like a dolphin, nigga
Fur costs 100 that’s ostrich, nigga
Swimmin’ in the pussy, that’s aqua, nigga
Dimonds drippin’ on me, that’s faucet, nigga
All my niggas on they own boss shit, nigga

Charles Hamilton – Zombiefunk Lyrics

Faded off my ass, talking to the glass. Look at shorty walking pass with that ass. I just want to pay attention. Not even worry about passing my class. You see, life is a test and the club is high school. Just like the industry show me love because I do all the things that my enemies wish to see within them. I mind my business. But they’d like to be like me. Like I’m Spike Lee or they’d like to like me. I don’t roll that way. What, are y’all gay? Please stay away while a nigga just play. You hear the sample? There is none in it! Just isn’t this track. So sit back and relax with the fact that I’m jamming. Hamilton on his composition, stanza shit

I can see you waiting
Waiting ’til I’m zombie faded
You’ve got me faded, you’ve got me faded

I treat my wrist like it’s the face of a hater. Spitting in the face of a hater. Face full of craters. That’s why I stay away from the limelight even though I’m nice. I’m the gothic Drake. You gotta stay awake when listening to me. Especially when I’m spitting these frees. I’m the bee’s knees, mind your business. When I’m spitting I’m the shiznit. Gotta love the rhythm, I’m such a composer. Love it until it’s over. Such is when you’re sober. Oh, what you said about me? Your head is crowded, B, with thoughts of another nigga. You gotta love the nigga, even though he’s some sucker nigga. You paid for it – What is he, YG? Please stay behind me when I do my thing

I can see you waiting
Waiting ’til I’m zombie faded
You’ve got me faded, you’ve got me faded

I got Control like Kendrick with a sentence. My sidekick says I’m demented. My psychiatrist likes this shit. She likes to vibe with it, she’s on my dick. Sorry miss, just give me my prescription. Or just listen when a nigga spitting. I’m out the psych ward, I’m in the mic booth. So I do my thing, word to my tooth being loose from the nastiness that I spit from behind this shit. My tongue is like minuses, a minus sign. Behind your mind when I rhyme like this. Think about it, if my tongue was tracks, what you want back? That old flavor! So I got no neighbors, I’m so hot. And I don’t got no haters, so don’t plot

I can see you waiting
Waiting ’til I’m zombie faded
You’ve got me faded, you’ve got me faded

Woke up like this – Playboi Carti lyrics

Lyrics Playboi Carti – Woke up like this

Know I got a lot, lot
I’ma rockstar
I’ma rockstar, know I got a lot, lot
I’ma rockstar.(woke up like this)

Woke up to niggas talking like me, talk
Woke up to niggas sounding like me, talk
Woke up to niggas talking like me, talk
Woke up to niggas sounding like me, talk
I woke up to niggas sounding like me
Woke up to niggas talking like me
Woke up to niggas sounding like me
Woke up to niggas talking like me.

Oh, I think they like me, yeah they like me
Diamonds on me ice cream, hoe that’s lightly
My draco b*tch a Spike Lee, diamonds on me biting
I heard these niggas wanna fight me
Meet me at my next show but you better bring a pipe B
We ain’t fighting, I think she like me, exciting, so exciting
f*ck me, Bentley coupe I’m riding with a thottie, f*ck
I just spent a 100 on my watch piece, f*ck
I done fell in love with a thottie, f*ck
She just wanna f*ck me for my clout, f*ck
b*tch I’m off the lean I crash the Audi, f*ck
Might just spend 200 on this Audi, truck.

Woke up to niggas talkin’ like me, talk
Woke up to niggas soundin’ like me, talk
Woke up to niggas talkin’ like me, talk
Woke up to niggas soundin’ like me, talk
I woke up to niggas soundin’ like me
Woke up to niggas talkin’ like me
Woke up to niggas soundin’ like me
Woke up to niggas talkin’ like me.

Ohhh I think they like me, in my white tee
Ohhh no no no baby smoke so much dope need some Visine
These young nigga don’t like me, but act just like me
“f*cked all of your b*tches so they parties don’t invite me”
That b*tch that’s your wifey, she so trifflin’
I been getting money so don’t nothing really excite me
Carti poured a 6 in the 4 of the right lean
Damn that boy, ask her for some more like the Sprite clean
Yeah, that’s that dirty, that’s that dirty
That girl all up in my face like she ain’t tried to swerve me
These boys all up in my lane I swear they keep on merging
No I cannot see a lame ’cause my Rolls Royce got curtains.

Woke up to niggas talking like me, talk
Woke up to niggas sounding like me, talk
Woke up to niggas talking like me, talk
Woke up to niggas sounding like me, talk
I woke up to niggas sounding like me
Woke up to niggas talking like me
I woke up to niggas sounding like me
Woke up to niggas talking like me.

Oh I think they like me, that she like me
The b*tch want to indict me, she can’t find me
I’m like dirty up the Sprite please, with some ice please
With my b*tch like to sip lean, oh versuri-lyrics.info
Xans, percs, molly, we got hella things
I’m in love with the guap, gave it a wedding ring
And I swear I had these thots before I got the fame
And I swear I had the Glock before I got the chain
I’m in Bompton with Pirus and I don’t even bang
Shoutout G Weed and Yung L, yo hoe that the gang
Shoutout GiGi that’s my boo, she know that I claim
Shootin’ at these niggas like I’m in the paint
Woke up like this.

Woke up to niggas talking like me, talk
Woke up to niggas sounding like me, talk
Woke up to niggas talking like me, talk
Woke up to niggas sounding like me, talk
I woke up to niggas sounding like me
Woke up to niggas talking like me
I woke up to niggas sounding like me
Woke up to niggas talking like meee.
Playboi Carti lyrics
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Juicy J – Ain’t Nothing Lyrics

[Intro: Juicy J]
Yeah, uh huh
Nigga I got the black car from the Spike Lee film

[Verse 1: Juicy J]
This that higher level stunting, make it rain a lot of hundreds
Gave that chick 30k to go get rid of her stomach
I’m a triple OG nigga 20 years and running
All my niggas down to ride like crash test dummies
And J don’t stand in line, I ain’t never never had to wait
I’m the realest in this game, I ain’t never had to fake
Forgiatos on the classic like that bitch got on some skates
Having dinner with Obama smelling like a pound of hay
I might blow a pound a day, smoking KK like a hippie
In the 60’s with this chick, tryna give my dick a hickey
Had to get it out the mud, no wonder why I’m filthy rich
And I’m running through this money like it don’t mean nothing to me, I might

[Hook: Ty Dolla $ign]
Buy the highest bottle like it ain’t nothing
Bitch I’ll buy 20 bottles for the club like it ain’t nothing
Drop a hundred thou’ like it ain’t nothing
Bitch I’ll go and buy a brand new car like it ain’t nothing
Buy a new crib like it ain’t nothing
Bitch I’ll go and buy a ton of bad bitches like it ain’t nothing
Pull a hundred thou’, I mean ain’t nothing
When you getting money, and smashing , she just say nothing

[Verse 2: Wiz Khalifa]
Pull up in the lowrider two hoes behind us
Police say that they can smell it but I make sure they don’t find it
Hit the corner, slide the ash, Young Khalifa bout his cash
Bout to build another whip and I ain’t even got to brag
Three women got that bitch leanin’
Young Khalifa got the women screamin’
Done deal, done deal when I pull up
It’s a done deal, lift the trunk, still rolling up
And I got one in the front, two in the back
Do what I want, a nigga be like
King of my city [?] running through traffic
This ’61 I’m building ’bout to be a classic
I’m repping Taylor Gang – they asking; paper or plastic?

[Hook: Ty Dolla $ign]
Buy the highest bottle like it ain’t nothing
Bitch I’ll buy 20 bottles for the club like it ain’t nothing
Drop a hundred thou’ like it ain’t nothing
Bitch I’ll go and buy a brand new car like it ain’t nothing
Buy a new crib like it ain’t nothing
Bitch I’ll go and buy a ton of bad bitches like it ain’t nothing
Pull a hundred thou’, I mean ain’t nothing
When you getting money [?]

[Verse 3: Juicy J]
(Yeah , Ey Mike-Will, I got [??] , check this out)
Getting paid like ghost do
In the street, in the club too
Designer everything, Ric Flair
I can buy the rap game, brick fair
Buy the bar, smoke that caviar, I’m in the finest car
Push to start, I glow in the dark, I run up the charts
Redbone, vanilla, freaky broad, she gon’ keep me hard
Black car, better play it smart, nigga we in charge
Get paid, young nigga get paid
And I run the game like a fucking arcade
If we talking money then I got a raise
Drink so strong, they think i got it laced

[Hook: Ty Dolla $ign]
Buy the highest bottle like it ain’t nothing
Bitch I’ll buy 20 bottles for the club like it ain’t nothing
Drop a hundred thou’ like it ain’t nothing
Bitch I’ll go and buy a brand new car like it ain’t nothing
Buy a new crib like it ain’t nothing
Bitch I’ll go and buy a ton of bad bitches like it ain’t nothing
Pull a hundred thou’, I mean ain’t nothing
When you getting money [?]

Montana of 300 feat. Jalyn Sanders & No Fatigue – Stylin’ Lyrics

(Chorus – Jalyn Sanders)
She ride it like a stallion
When I hit it I be styling
That money keep calling its piling
Pop bands baby I don’t call it
Killing the ref don’t get T’d up
When we touch down better ease up
No tricking just stacking that cheese up
No falling, i’m balling no ring
And it’s no denying
I flex without trying
Your bi**h keep eyeing me
I’m sick like a virus
I’m fly like a pilot
I can not hide it

(Verse 1 – Jalyn Sanders)
Can’t you just tell I stay glo’d, yea
She wanna give me knowledge like an old head
Girl, i’m gone rock it like i’m harden
Stay fly like an attendant
See my team winning, no losing, no benching
I’m never….not to f**king mention
Got….waiting on me in Canada
Wanna kiss on my chest because i’m tatted up
It’s two of them yea one of me
Don’t matter let’s add it up
I got them killers right beside me
So if you pull it then they shooting like they Spike Lee
So if you try, yeah
Everybody dies, yeah

(Repeat Chorus)

(Verse 2 – No Fatigue)
When I’m flexing man I drip
Mj this is it
That black tooly be my bi**h
Tuck her like i’m Chris
I’m gonna f**k her like i’m pissed
Keep her no assist
In her water like I slipped
I swim like a fish
Not a hairdresser but I’m stylin
Your bi**h hitting on me yeah she fouling
Got a box up like an island
Where you can’t see it like violet
Trying to run it up like a RB
Clip hold a lot like a RV
Shawty talking bout she wanna stay the night
Need it in the morning like coffee
I rap and I ball like I’m Lillard
These ni**as be all in they feelings
You say that you ball you just scrimmage
You do all that for an image
Ice cold yeah that’s for ages
Gotta ni**a feeling like I’m ageless
My flexing come in different stages
I be turning bitches like pages

(Repeat Chorus)

(Verse 3 – Montana of 300)
When I slide on these squares these bi**hes break they necks
Boy, I will take your queen like we was playing chess
Before we f**king she s**king D Generation X
My pistol under my pillow I have the safest sex
I got bi**hes up in Dallas
I be styling like a stylist
Robin Jeans full of thousands
Dripping dressing like a salad
I laid her down like a pallet
Doggy style it got me growling
She moan I love the way she sounding
She can’t take it throw the towel in
Now when she see me she be smiling
Her ni**a hating like he Calvin
But I done snuck the 40 cal in
No ref I’m blowing if they fouling
When we touch down bi**h it’s wings up
I got chips I could slide like a Visa
Sometimes I go slow then I speed up
No cuffs but your bi**hes just got D’d up

(Repeat Chorus)

Tinie Tempah – Bounce

Shake, shake, shake, shake, shake, shake, shake, shake
Shake, shake, shake, shake, shake, shake, shake, shake
Shake, shake, shake, shake, shake, shake, shake, shake, shake
Jump, jump, jump, jump, jump, jump, jump, jump
Jump, jump, jump, jump, jump, jump, jump
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Eenie meanie minie
Thank God it’s Friday
Please don’t ask me for my ID
If I’m in your iTunes library
Got my own book in my library
My mansion is so tidy
But my neighbours hate my mistress cause she never wear no nightie
I go Claridges to do high tea
Jordans on like Spike Lee
I’m high end, you’re high street
Swagger jacking my stylee
When I was a kid I used to save up for my Nike’s
Now all these little kids is try’na save up for my Nike’s
Go
Shake, shake, shake, shake, shake, shake, shake, shake
Shake, shake, shake, shake, shake, shake,
Tamborine
Jump, jump, jump, jump, jump, jump, jump, jump
Jump, jump, jump, jump, jump, jump
Trampoline
Shake, shake, shake, shake, shake, shake, shake, shake
Shake, shake, shake, shake, shake, shake,
Tamborine
Jump, jump, jump, jump, jump, jump, jump, jump
Jump, jump, jump, jump, jump, jump
Trampoline
Sharing clothes, that’s trampy
Splitting bills, that’s trampy
All this hanky panky, now her hand prints on my Banksy
I’m just strictly speaking, Anne Frankly (yeah)
All my girls is fancy
In a white Ferrari Spider
Rolling with Anansi, Diplo to disco
She sniff, woah
She gwan like she Ri Ri
Wine to Calypso
She ask me if I’m single
I said "Maybe, I think so
I can’t concentrate, when that thong’s on like Sisqo"
Shake, shake, shake, shake, shake, shake, shake, shake
Shake, shake, shake, shake, shake, shake,
Tamborine
Jump, jump, jump, jump, jump, jump, jump, jump
Jump, jump, jump, jump, jump, jump
Trampoline
Shake, shake, shake, shake, shake, shake, shake, shake
Shake, shake, shake, shake, shake, shake,
Tamborine
Jump, jump, jump, jump, jump, jump, jump, jump
Jump, jump, jump, jump, jump, jump
First of all I’m swagging
Two girls with me so I’m bragging
So much money in my pocket
My pants might be saggy
My car might be tinted
My weed might be scented
My girl might be bow legged
Her friend might be wetter
Gold Roley on when I perform
Ring ring, mobile phone
The way it’s going on
It must be on
Till the break of dawn, party like rock stars
We don’t stop till we see them fucking cop cars
Shake, shake, shake, shake, shake, shake
Tambourine
Tan ’til her skin peel off, tangerine
Then she vogue, then she vogue
Agyness Deyn
On your marks get set go (red, amber, green)
Sydney, what’s going down
New York, what’s going down
LA, what’s going down
Vegas, what’s going down
Dublin, what’s going down
Paris, what’s going down
Lagos, what’s going down
Oslo, what’s going down
Toronto, what’s going down
Stockholm, what’s going down
Berlin, what’s going down
Johannesburg, what’s going down
Tokyo, what’s going down
Rio, what’s going down
Beijing, what’s going down
London, what’s going down
Shake, shake, shake, shake, shake, shake, shake
Trampoline
Jump, jump, jump, jump, jump, jump, jump
Trampoline, trampoline

Wrekonize – Last Day Alive (The Storm Deluxe Edition Album)

[Verse 1]
5 o’clock moving like a rattlesnake in Venice
Shedding off my monkey suit well that’ll take a minute
Hold the door for me brothers and sisters it’s time to jettison
The world’s passing by I think it’s bout time that they let us in
My medicine is like better gin
Ice cold juiced sentiments
By all means I’m meddling
With a vibe to thrive like gentlemen
If I said I’m in i meant I’m in Cuz life’s short like seconds and
I don’t sleep I’m on bed of pins I’m trying to live in excellence
I feel my heart pumping blood pressure rising
Time is racing by me think a lot about my dying
I know it sounds morbid but my Scorpio is rising
And there’s final destinations all around me multiplying
I’m vying finding the Mayans to ask about my compliance
With living another life and buying up all the zions
They say this life is short but I got many more to give
Shit What would you wanna do if you had 24 to live?

[Hook]
Another day another plateau
Enjoying every place that i go
This may be just a tad taboo
But let’s get it like it’s running past due
Another night another chateau
Enjoying every place that I go
Just get it
Ya see cuz you never know
You never know
It could be your last day alive

[Verse 2]
And if it was my last day on this spinning shrub
I’d feel above cuz I lived it up
I’ve broke hearts i’ve been in love
I’ve got money i spent money
I’ve overfed and i been hungry
Ive moonlit and I been sunny
What more could they get from me
Been to Paris been to Rome
Been mobbed up and I been alone
Been a basket case on a simple throne
Masking tape on a sinful dome
Patches holding my right to fly
Strung up fast to the light an sky
If time runs this here fountain dry
Theres a few things i’d still like to try
Jump out of a plane and in 2 minutes feel relief
Cuz life is pretty sweet
When you’ve just fallen twenty thousand feet
I’d like to see the northern lights
I’d like to shoot around the sun
I’d like to see more of my wife
I’d like if we produced a son
This playing field is made to kill
But we survive what a crazy deal
If you want more time better pray for real
Cuz we all ain’t trained like navy seals
They say this life is short
But I got many more to give
Shit What would you wanna do if you had 24 to live?

[Hook]
Another day another plateau
Enjoying every place that i go
This may be just a tad taboo
But let’s get it like it’s running past due
Another night another chateau
Enjoying every place that I go
Just get it
Ya see cuz you never know
You never know
It could be your last day alive

[Verse 3]
Well what a life if i could hit that button twice
I’d stuff it like i want another strike
Trying to cut it like a butter knife
I seen things i wanna see more
Trying to cheat death on a detour
I wanna plant life Audrey’s store
Like come on feed me Seymour
What you doing if you ain’t living life like
To the top of cup and the light bright
You better get a ticket to the fight night
Cuz it’ll hit ya when you not up night night
I ain’t trying to leave quick
Trying to do the right thing Spike Lee shit
Better hold it down with a viking grip
Cuz the world moves quick with a lightning tip
I need to feel the breeze and the ease of ibiza
Soaking in all the features of being overachievers
I know i’ve said it before this life is truly caustic
So i refuse to be it’s hostage and that’s a promise
So gimme smiles and gimme fam
Gimme sights from another land
Gimme guile and gimme grand
Running miles for the modern man
They say this life is short but I got many more to give
So i’mma live it like i just had 24 to live

[Hook]
Another day another plateau
Enjoying every place that i go
This may be just a tad taboo
But let’s get it like it’s running past due
Another night another chateau
Enjoying every place that I go
Just get it
Ya see cuz you never know
You never know
It could be your last day alive

E-40 – Savage (feat. B-Legit & Jazze Pha)

[Hook: Jazze Pha]
Pulled up in the drop with a bad bitch
Actin’ like a nigga never had shit
Pocket full of cash bitch, I’m rich
‘Cause I’m a savage
Treat a bad bitch like she average
All up in her face with a bad bitch
See a new chick, try to bag it
‘Cause I’m a savage

[Verse 1: E-40]
I was born with a rusty spoon
Now I’m a tycoon
I’ve been drinkin’ all afternoon
Ain’t finna stop, no time soon
Bad bitches matter
She want me to scoop her up like a spatula
She wanna get attached like an adapter
She think I’m a trash compactor, she want me to smash her
I’m a savage about my cabbage
All my life I been mannish
Establish practice what you preach
A barbarian, I’m a beast
Know how to manuever in these streets
How to wiggle, get to the Gouda
Straight shooter
I’m super solid from the rooter to the tooter
Cali-foo-ya’ll do ya
Don’t let the palm trees fool you
They play with street instruments
And they’ll bring the noise like a tuba
Pushin’ [?], travel the planet
Hard made the granite
Tax a bitch like a W9
Bitch I’m a savage

[Hook: Jazze Pha]
Pulled up in the drop with a bad bitch
Actin’ like a nigga never had shit
Pocket full of cash bitch, I’m rich
‘Cause I’m a savage
Treat a bad bitch like she average
All up in her face with a bad bitch
See a new chick, try to bag it
‘Cause I’m a savage

[Verse 2: Jazze Pha]
Y’all motherfuckers really need to hol’ up
Fins out, got the world like controlla
Open my pockets, they swole up
Everywhere we go motherfuckers know us
Bitch you don’t know nobody like me
I know your boyfriend wanna fight me
But you droppin’ that ass on my IG
In the club, makin’ movie like Spike Lee
Pull out with a [?]
Nigga lookin’ like, "Who did it?"
At the telly with the door closed
From the back like, "Who’s is it?"

[Hook: Jazze Pha]
Pulled up in the drop with a bad bitch
Actin’ like a nigga never had shit
Pocket full of cash bitch, I’m rich
‘Cause I’m a savage
Treat a bad bitch like she average
All up in her face with a bad bitch
See a new chick, try to bag it
‘Cause I’m a savage

[Verse 3: B-Legit]
If I’ma do it, I’ma run through it by tonight
Yellow bitch super thick in that all white
Ass so fat, need a lap dance
Maybe later on I’ma give her pipe
I’m the type to get it in the ladies room
Bathroom stall by the toilet paper
And she can make it to the green room
It’s goin’ down in the elevator
Trust me, touch me, she fuck with B-Le
Work the day shift, she tuck my heater
Savage ’bout mine, we smoke the ether
Put her in a Uber, I don’t trust her either
Pull up in a drop with a rocket on
B-Lit smokin’ jello outta loud bag
If she ever out of pocket homie
They ain’t just somethin’ you can pimp past

[Hook: Jazze Pha]
Pulled up in the drop with a bad bitch
Actin’ like a nigga never had shit
Pocket full of cash bitch, I’m rich
‘Cause I’m a savage
Treat a bad bitch like she average
All up in her face with a bad bitch
See a new chick, drop the baggage
‘Cause I’m a savage
Pulled up in the drop with a bad bitch
Actin’ like a nigga never had shit
Pocket full of cash bitch, I’m rich
‘Cause I’m a savage
Treat a bad bitch like she average
All up in her face with a bad bitch
See a new chick, try to bag it
‘Cause I’m a savage
‘Cause I’m a savage
‘Cause I’m a savage