Hopsin – I Don’t Want It Lyrics

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[Intro]
This’ll prolly be the last song that I come out with for a while
I’m sorry to all my fans

[Verse 1]
I always think of Robin Williams, someone we loved and who we saw appealing
He made us all laugh as adults and children
Shit, all the millions that he had, I wonder what were his thoughts and feelings five minutes before the belt that cut his breath off and killed him
Prolly something like my thoughts now
What goes up has gotta fall down
I guess I’ll pour it all out ’cause right now, the reapers in the room visiting
So if I do leave, at least you’ll know why I did it then
It started way back then when I was a kid at first
Niggas bullied me when they saw that I was an introvert
I was never cool, had no friends, no chicks would flirt
Every school year it’s like all my issues were getting worse
My whole life they was calling me corny; stupid
I never had a dad who was there to mentor me through it
Skateboarding was my escape, it wasn’t just for amusement
My issues kept reoccurring so I would resort to music
I’d vent about the burdens that were sitting in my heart
I’d vent about the way I fell from swimming with the sharks
My mom was always working, so our bond was stripped and ripped apart
Ain’t no fucking family memories, ain’t no pictures at the park
Then I thought, “The world is about to see Hell come
And I’ma live the good life everyone else wants”
And in that moment my tears dried and I felt numb
Then years later I blew up, the mission was well done

[Chorus]
I don’t want it no more
I don’t want it no more
No more (No, no, no, no, no, no)
I don’t want it no more (No, no, no, no, no, no)
I don’t want it no more
No more
I don’t want it no more (No more)
I don’t want it no more (No more)
No more (No more) (No, no, no, no, no, no)
I don’t want it no more (No more) (No, no, no, no, no, no)
I don’t want it no more (No more)
No more (No more)

[Verse 2]
Finally I was famous, people kissing my ass
I knew that I was only here ’cause it’s revenge from my past (It’s crazy)
Went from a loser in school who got the worst grades
To being praised for all my verses when I dispersed rage
I copped a whip, moved out the ghetto like, “Bye, haters”
Bought a brand new house with a bunch of white neighbors
Everyone started calling wanting like five favors
And guess what? All of it dealt with spending my paper
And I was nice, I’d give ’em cash, I’d show sympathy
I gave him some, him, and her, I’m just lending cheese
Now I’m just looked at like an ATM machine
If I don’t give my friends my money, shit, I’m the enemy
I had about a million new best friends that I just met
Some were plotting to build me a death bed
All because they kept on putting whack songs out that no one’s impressed with
So out of jealousy they’d diss me, you fucking guessed it (Ha)
At least I had my squad; Jarren, Dizzy, Hoppa, SwizZz
I knew we’d stick together, stuck in this chaotic biz
We had it all figured out and had a lot to give
It was Funk Volume for life, who want a problem, bitch?
Then all the sudden, out of nowhere we parted ways
2016 – those were some of my darkest days
Ask us all, “Whose fault was it?” Ain’t hard to say
But it was due to money and all of our bonds had started to fade
Months later, my girl told me she’s pregnant
This was something I never expected
Her and I weren’t on good terms at the time, man, it was hectic
And I was scared if she kept this baby I might regret it
Made me be concerned I had a fucking toxic relationship
Last thing we need is a fucking toddler to raise in it
Having a baby is great, but not as amazing when you got two parents who always fighting, hollering, breaking shit
Present day, all my people are gone
No real friends, just leeches around eating the crumbs
No family bonds, no FV, can’t be with my son
No fucking girlfriend, I swear I thought that she was the one
I feel alone and I struggle to get my fans what they want from me
I’m struggling to build this UP company
I’m begging on my fucking knees like, “God, please help me ’cause I can’t fucking breathe
I’m tryna smile, but pain is cutting deep
Show me that I’m more than just a rapper
Show me that this life that I’ve been working on is meant to be more than just a disaster”
I hope this message I’m sending is floating up above
Instead of focusing on fame, I should’ve focused on the love

[Chorus]
I don’t want it no more
I don’t want it no more
No more (No, no, no, no, no, no)
I don’t want it no more (No, no, no, no, no, no)
I don’t want it no more
No more
I don’t want it no more (No more)
I don’t want it no more (No more)
No more (No more) (No, no, no, no, no, no)
I don’t want it no more (No more) (No, no, no, no, no, no)
I don’t want it no more (No more)
No more (No more)

[Outro]
I gotta go find myself
I hope you all can understand

Pentatonix – Evolution of Ariana Grande Lyrics

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[The Way: Mitch Grassi and Scott Hoying]
You give me that kinda somethin’
Want it all the time, need it every day
On a scale of one to ten I’m at a 100
Never get enough, I can’t stay away
I love the way you make me feel
I love it, I love it
I love the way you make me feel
I love it, I love it

[Baby I: All]
Every time I try to say it
Words, they only complicate it
Baby, baby

[Right There: Scott Hoying]
You should know
I’m never gonna change
I’ll always be the same
When you call for me
I’m right there, I’m right there

[Problem: All]
One less, one less

[One Last Time: All]
One last time
I need to be the one who takes you home

[Break Free: Scott Hoying]
This is the part where I say I don’t want you
I’m stronger than I’ve been before
This is the part where I break free
‘Cause I can’t resist it no more

[Love Me Harder: Kirstin Maldonado]
If you wanna keep me
You gotta, gotta, gotta, gotta, gotta love me harder

[Dangerous Woman: All & Mitch Grassi]
Something ’bout you
Makes me feel like a dangerous woman
Something ’bout, something ’bout, something ’bout

[Into You: Matt Salee & All]
And I’m so into you
Into you, into you, into you

[Be Alright: Mitch Grassi & All]
We’re gonna be alright
Baby, don’t you know
All of them tears gon’ come and go
Baby, you just gotta make up your mind
That every little thing is gonna be alright

[Side to Side: Scott Hoying]
Been here all day
And boy, you got me –

[Bad Decisions: All]
Making bad decisions

[Greedy: All]
Greedy, ooh
You know that I’m greedy for love

[raindrops: Mitch Grassi]
When raindrops fell
Down from the sky
The day you left me
An angel cried

[no tears left to cry: Kirstin Maldonado and Scott Hoying]
Oh, I just want you to come with me
We’re on another mentality
I’m pickin’ it up, pickin’ it up
I’m lovin’, I’m livin’, I’m pickin’ it up

[God is a woman: All & Mitch Grassi]
God is a woman
God is a woman
God is a woman
God is a woman, one
It lingers when we’re done

[get well soon: Matt Salee]
You can feel it, feel it

[goodnight n go: Kirstin Maldonado]
Say goodnight and go

[breathin: Scott Hoying & All]
Some days things just take
Way too much of my energy
I look up and the whole room’s spinning
Just keep breathing and breathing and breathing and breathing
You know you gotta keep on, keep on breathing

[the light is coming: Kirstin Maldonado]
The light is coming to give back everything the darkness stole

[R.E.M.: Mitch Grassi]
Excuse me, um

[successful: All]
It feels so good to be this young and have this fun
And be successful, I’m so successful

[7 rings: Mitch Grassi]
Breakfast at Tiffany’s and bottles of bubbles
Girls with tattoos who like getting in trouble
Lashes and diamonds, ATM machines
Buy myself all of my favorite things

[NASA: All]
N-A-S-A

[​break up with your girlfriend, i’m bored: Kirstin Maldonado]
Break up with your girlfriend
Yeah, yeah, ’cause I’m bored

[bad idea: Kirstin Maldonado & All]
I got a bad idea
Forget about it, yeah
Forget about him, yeah
Forget about me

[bloodline: Mitch Grassi]
Don’t want you in my bloodline, yeah
Just wanna have a good time, yeah
And no need to apologize

[fake smile: Mitch Grassi]
With a fake smile

[Needy: Scott Hoying]
I can be needy
Way too damn needy
I can be needy
Tell me how good it feels to be needed

[imagine: Kirstin Maldonado & Scott Hoying and Mitch Grassi]
Imagine a world like that
A world like that
Imagine a world like that

[thank u, next: Mitch Grassi & All]
Thought I’d end up with Sean
But he wasn’t a match
Wrote some songs about Ricky
Now I listen and laugh
Even almost got married
And for Pete, I’m so thankful
Wish I could say, “Thank you” to Malcolm
‘Cause he was an angel
And for that, I say
Thank you, next

[Honeymoon Avenue: Kirstin Maldonado]
We were on honeymoon avenue

[thank u, next: Mitch Grassi]
Thank you, next

[no tears left to cry: Scott Hoying]
Ain’t got no tears left to cry

[thank u, next: Mitch Grassi]
I’m so, I’m so grateful for my ex

[Be Alright: All]
We’re gonna be alright

[thank u, next: Mitch Grassi]
Thank you, next

[MONOPOLY: Scott Hoying]
I been on the road, where you been?

[thank u, next: Mitch Grassi & Kirstin Maldonado]
Thank you, next
Thank you, next

[The Way: All]
I love the way you make me feel

Ariana Grande – 7 rings (Remix) Lyrics

[Verse 1: Ariana Grande]
Yeah, breakfast at Tiffany’s and bottles of bubbles
Girls with tattoos who like getting in trouble
Lashes and diamonds, ATM machines
Buy myself all of my favorite things (Yeah)
Been through some bad shit, I should be a sad bitch
Who woulda thought it’d turn me to a savage?
Rather be tied up with calls and not strings
Write my own checks like I write what I sing, yeah (Yeah)

[Pre-Chorus: Ariana Grande]
My wrist, stop watchin’, my neck is flossy
Make big deposits, my gloss is poppin’
You like my hair? Gee, thanks, just bought it
I see it, I like it, I want it, I got it (Yeah)

[Chorus: Ariana Grande & 2 Chainz]
I want it, I got it, I want it, I got it
I want it, I got it, I want it, I got it (Yeah)
You like my hair? Gee, thanks, just bought it (So that boy know)
I see it, I like it, I want it, I got it (2 Chainz, yep)

[Verse 2: 2 Chainz]
My ideas are priceless, I know I’m the nicest
I knew you would like this, I must be psychic
I’m from the streets, baby, I’m nothing like them (Tru)
She’s sweet in the day, but freaky when night come (Tell ’em)
It’s mine, invested (Uh); I spend it on necklace (Uh)
I got the cash if I don’t get credit (Uh)
And I’m well respected so she feel protected
So scratch all the exes (Ex), it’s next like contestants (Woo)
It’s blessings, no stressing, I’m flexing
Got one car parked right in the entrance
Got one car parked right at the exit
See, you didn’t expect this, you think like a robot
I put bands in yo face like Botox

[Chorus: Ariana Grande & 2 Chainz]
(Yeah) I want it (Yeah), I got it, I want it, I got it (Uh)
I want it, I got it (Uh), I want it, I got it (Baby)
You like my hair? Gee, thanks, just bought it (Oh yeah)
I see it, I like it, I want it, I got it (Yep)

[Verse 3: Ariana Grande]
Yeah, my receipts be lookin’ like phone numbers
If it ain’t money, then wrong number
Black card is my business card
The way it be settin’ the tone for me
I don’t mean to brag, but I be like, “Put it in the bag,” yeah
When you see them racks, they stacked up like my ass, yeah
Shoot, go from the store to the booth
Make it all back in one loop, gimme the loot
Never mind, I got a juice
Nothing but net when we shoot
Look at my neck, look at my jet
Ain’t got enough money to pay me respect
Ain’t no budget when I’m on the set
If I like it, then that’s what I get, yeah

[Chorus: Ariana Grande]
I want it, I got it, I want it, I got it (Oh yeah)
I want it, I got it, I want it, I got it (Oh yeah, yeah)
You like my hair? Gee, thanks, just bought it
I see it, I like it, I want it, I got it (I see, yep)

DRAM – WWYD? Lyrics

[Intro]
Aye, the money come and go, the money come and go
Money come and go, [?]
Money come and go, oh, oh, oh, yeah

[Chorus]
Ooh, if you gotta check in your name a hundred thousand dollars
Honestly, what would you do? (what would you do?)
Ooh, what would you do?
Ooh, if you got that check in your name would you try to solve everyone’s problems with dollars
‘Cause, what’s it to you?
What’s it to you? (what’s it to you?)

[Verse 1]
Now, [?] a hunnid racks (hunnid racks)
Doesn’t mean you’re rich, please know this as a fact (that’s fact)
I wish there was somebody that had told me that (told me that)
And if they did, I’m sorry for opposing that (damn)
What would you do is what I’m asking since you know it all right? (nah)
You say [?], but really wanna blow it all in four nights (damn)
You really wanna change, don’t you? (uh)
And a Rollie, vacation, first class, and a homie
Bitch on my moms you go broke like dad (like dad)
They only helped y’all to help smoke yo packs (that’s fact)
Everybody eats if everybody works
I don’t want you on the streets, but at least be on the curb
And they gon’ say ‘we’ to include themselves
Go on all types of rants to prove themselves
Put it on pause, stop that shit from goin’ on
If they show you empty pockets, you gon’ find them niggas

[Chorus]
Ooh, if you gotta check in your name a hundred thousand dollars
Honestly, what would you do? (what would you do?)
Ooh, what would you do?
Ooh, if you got that check in your name would you try to fix everyone’s problems with dollars
‘Cause, what’s it to you? (what’s it to you?)
What’s it to you? (aye)

[Verse 2]
Now, let me tell you this lil’ story ’bout mine (’bout mine)
Towards Summer ’15, [?] start of July (July)
I got me a check just short of 150 (150)
Or over 130 (what?)
Or one-thousand Benjie’s
Yeah, I threw my momma I think like twenty-five
Fuck them college loans, ’cause twenty-two isn’t right
Twenty-five in Airbnb alone, that’s no lie (damn)
But, I still had to provide
Plus, I had paid all my dealer’s best (dealer’s best)
Who let me slide? ‘Cause it bes like that (bes like that)
ATM knows where yo card, it turned off
When I had a job, I was not seen at all
I was still driving on E, no gas (no gas)
Nothing but lint in my jeans, no cash
Hadn’t seen a bank in like fifty-eleven years (seven)
Others [?] stove, sharing one forty ounce here
Straight outta no cash, them boom, oh my
Sunshine my full cash right to my sky
I tried to make it flip, like old metal jam years
[?], God I’m still rich

[Outro]
Ooh, if you gotta check in your name a hundred thousand dollars
Honestly, what would you do?

Skizzy Mars – Welcome Back Lyrics

[Hook]
Welcome back
Welcome back
Welcome back
Where you been at?
Where you been at?
Welcome back
Welcome back
Welcome back
Where you been at?
Where you been at?

[Verse 1]
Loud crowds
No crickets here
Penthouse had a different year
St. Laurent ?
Make these racks all disappear
Sold out shows on west coast
ATM, I just chase bank
Call Sosa when I get to Dallas
Bitch, I got rich at 18
? in Alaska
Didn’t even have to ask for it
Bad bitch from Nebraska
Said her dad was a the pastor
Sold out shows when I’m back east
Welcome back like a murder base
Had to call out the big dogs
Big homie had an open case

24hrs – 24Hr Strip Club (feat. Juicy J)

[Intro: 24hrs]
I’ve been dreaming ’bout the strip club
24hr strip club
When the kitchen don’t close
And they always got ones

[Pre-Hook: 24hrs]
I’ma need the baddest
Like a cover on a magazine
Ooo-ooh
And they gon’ go

[Hook: 24hrs]
All the hoes is bad
All the hoes is bad
All the hoes is bad
All the hoes is bad
All the hoes is bad
All the hoes is bad
All the hoes is bad
All the hoes is bad

[Verse 1: 24hrs]
Welcome to the strip club
Home of the wings and ass
We gotta ATM, we gotta ATM, we gotta ATM
If we ain’t got no money
Yeah you don’t get no dentist
You ain’t got no money
Yeah you don’t get no dentist
You ain’t got no money
Yeah you don’t get no dentist
You ain’t got no money
Yeah you don’t get no dentist

Strip club party, stretch my shawty
Ooo, she got a round thing, touch your toes for daddy
Super energetic; I can see you athletic
Super freaky for 20

[Pre-Hook: 24hrs]
I’ma need the baddest
Like a cover on a magazine
Ooo-ooh
And they gon’ go

[Hook: 24hrs]
All the hoes is bad
All the hoes is bad
All the hoes is bad
All the hoes is bad
All the hoes is bad
All the hoes is bad
All the hoes is bad
All the hoes is bad

[Verse 2: Juicy J]
Spent the night in the shade
That’s my favorite place
Flood so many ones
The bank teller need a break
My backyard got a lake
My front yard like a dealership
Real nigga, I’m filthy rich
You can never have too many whips
Strip club, eat spinach dip
Whisper pimp shit in her ear
Told her, she can come slide down
My pole once she finish her
Krispy right ’round the corner
We can make a list if you wanna
You been workin’ so hard
Bring me that pussy, you can get a bonus

I pop a pill, I’m at it all night
Higher than a red eye flight
And I don’t take care of no kids
If you got good head, I might
I might take your whole crew to the mall
Tell them lil niggas to buy what they want
And put they lil bad ass in the bed early
And come in this room, Imma break that ass off
(Yeah, hoe!)

[Hook: 24hrs]
All the hoes is bad
All the hoes is bad
All the hoes is bad
All the hoes is bad
All the hoes is bad
All the hoes is bad
All the hoes is bad
All the hoes is bad

[Bridge: 24hrs]

[Pre-Hook: 24hrs]
I’ma need the baddest
Like a cover on a magazine
Ooo-ooh
And they gon’ go

[Hook: 24hrs]
All the hoes is bad
All the hoes is bad
All the hoes is bad
All the hoes is bad
All the hoes is bad
All the hoes is bad
All the hoes is bad
All the hoes is bad

[Outro: 24hrs]
I been dreamin’ bout the strip club
24hr strip club

Lil Durk – Mood Im In (feat. Yfn Lucci) (Love Songs For The Streets Album)

[Intro: Lil Durk]
Yeah, the type of mood I’m in, I’m on some fly shit
You know what I’m sayin’?
I feel like pourin’ up a pint, I’ma pour it up you know?
Durk and YFN Lucci yea yea

[Hook: Lil Durk & YFN Lucci]
I might pour a pint, that’s the mood I’m in
I might fuck yo’ bitch, that’s the mood I’m in
Might post up in the trap, that’s the mood I’m in
OD off the percs, that’s the mood I’m in
I just put some water on my wrist so you can swim
I just might go Cartier for the rest of the year
Walk around like a ATM, 10 cash in my ear, 20 grand for the Pair
Yea yea

[Verse 1: Lil Durk]
Perky in my system I’mma vomit
Trap goin’ crazy and they know I’m the hottest
Real gun not a emoji never shoot at comments
Six of Hi tech in my cup never wash it (yeah)
Tell them niggas (pay up)
They be for the first day of school I used to stay up
Dub bank allowed I was tryna get my J’s up
Shot my nigga Boonie he ain’t want give his J’s up
I’ve been feeling moody lately, come give me that coochie baby
Me and bro ‘nem too related, never been a groupie hater
Think I’m Fetty Wap in Chiraq, it’s a zoovie baby
The way I beat that pussy Kevin Gates, they gon’ sue me baby
(Let’s get it!)

[Hook: Lil Durk & YFN Lucci]
I might pour a pint, that’s the mood I’m in
I might fuck yo’ bitch, that’s the mood I’m in
Might post up in the trap, that’s the mood I’m in
OD off the percs, that’s the mood I’m in
I just put some water on my wrist so you can swim
I just might go Cartier for the rest of the year
Walk around like a ATM, 10 cash in my ear, 20 grand for the Pair
Yea yea

[Verse 2: YFN Lucci]
Walk around with yo’ car on my neck
Nigga playin’ we gon’ get his ass wacked
No Instagram but a nigga gotta check
Go get the money we was raised like that
Free my nigga Ape they gave him 10 years man
And Step comin’ home but he can’t get them years back yea
Just got a .30 totin’ standing all day
I got another .30 for ya when I get back
Oh Lord knows that I’m traumatized, the look in my eyes
Lord knows we gon’ terrorize every one of you guys
Oh Lord knows we don’t never, we don’t never put you on the news get you televised now you worldwide

[Hook: Lil Durk & YFN Lucci]
I might pour a pint, that’s the mood I’m in
I might fuck yo’ bitch, that’s the mood I’m in
Might post up in the trap, that’s the mood I’m in
OD off the percs, that’s the mood I’m in
I just put some water on my wrist so you can swim
I just might go Cartier for the rest of the year
Walk around like a ATM, 10 cash in my ear, 20 grand for the Pair
Yea yea

Yayaya – Future feat. Koly P & Zoey Dollaz lyrics

Lyrics Future – Yayaya

f*ckin’ b*tches on the carpet
It remind me when I was starvin'(yayaya)

Heard the money counter go beep
They trynna catch me while I’m sleep (Can’t get no sleep)
I sold dope and made a sacrifice
Keep on hating cause I know you’re tired
Baddest b*tch gon’ worship me like God
Treat my dawgs like kings, we some god’s
Fresh out the motherf*ckin’ stove serving that ya ya ya
You lookin’ for some dope? We got it, ya ya ya.

Let the money counter go beep (Go Beep)
Let the ATM go brrr (Brrr)
Like them niggas hating on me (On Me)
Well f*ck it, that bag waiting on me (Thats facts)
I just came back from Dubai (Dubai)
You f*ck niggas that never left the city (Never left)
I’m bout to flex on these niggas (Flex)
I’m ’bout to stunt with no pity (Hahaha)
Know a nigga keep the Draco (Draco)
I heard them niggas out here tryna kill me (What)
30 rounds in that motherf*cker
Make sure the f*ck niggas gon’ feel it (Feel me)
Heard those niggas don’t like me (Like me)
I prolly f*cked a nigga wifey (I did)
A young nigga still juggin out (Juggin)
A young nigga still swiping (Swipping)
VVS and the diamond chains (Bling)
You can see me when the light dim (Light dim)
We ain’t doing no more Cubans (Cuban)
Tennis chains with the diamonds (Diamonds)
Eliantte that’s my jeweler (Yante)
.40 cal that’s my Ruger (I be on it)
f*ck nigga I do ya (Bow)
How you p*ssy niggas on the news, bruh?

Heard the money counter go beep
They trynna catch me while I’m sleep
I sold dope and made a sacrifice
Keep on hating cause I know you’re tired
Baddest b*tch gon’ worship me like God
Treat my dawgs like kings, we some god’s
Fresh out the motherf*ckin’ stove serving that ya ya ya
You lookin’ for some dope? We got it, yayaya.

I know niggas who got rich just of selling D
And when my co-defendant snitch, I had to take the plea
These niggas all on black and white, I think they referees
Lil Koly deep off in this water, I think I’m Captain D’s
If you my dog, then you my dog and b*tch we scratchin’ fleas
I got money burning candles selling versuri-lyrics.info
And for the love of that money, nigga f*ck with greed
I got a plug in Columbia who talking Coca leaves.

Heard the money counter go beep
They trynna catch me while I’m sleep
I sold dope and made a sacrifice
Keep on hating cause I know you’re tired
Baddest b*tch gon’ worship me like God
Treat my dawgs like kings, we some god’s
Fresh out the motherf*ckin’ stove serving that ya ya ya
You lookin’ for some dope? We got it, ya ya ya.

Heard you got ten foreigns, nigga, ya ya ya
These young niggas squeezin’, they ain’t sparrin’, ya ya ya
I pray we rich forever Zoey, ya ya ya
We gon’ f*ck this b*tch together Zoey, ya ya ya
Money inside the wall now, ya ya ya
They pulling up with cars now, ya ya ya
.. and heard me, ya ya ya (free my bro)
I take Actavis and Perkys ya, ya, ya
Soon as I got my bag right, copped a Rari
These Balenciagas, nigga you shopped at Zara
Sky dweller shinin’ on me, ya ya ya
Got your main girl sliding on me, yayaya.

Heard the money counter go beep
They trynna catch me while I’m sleep
I sold dope and made a sacrifice
Keep on hating cause I know you’re tired
Baddest b*tch gon’ worship me like God
Treat my dawgs like kings, we some god’s
Fresh out the motherf*ckin’ stove serving that ya ya ya
You lookin’ for some dope? We got it, yayayaaa.
Future lyrics
Video Future

Roc Marciano – Here I Am (Rosebudd’s Revenge Album)

[Intro]
Chef up for this nigga
Why don’t you throw me some baking soda
Some haze too
Yeah nigga
Hm

[Verse 1]
Uh, we chef’ing up
Who you think you impress when you dressing up? (Uh)
Stick your chest out you get your breast cut
Get off my left nut
I pull a 7 up
Ya’ll ain’t said much
My young niggas head hunt
Have your shit looking like egg foo young (mmmm)
Ya’ll finished or ya’ll done?
??I might done you with the small bun??
My man brung the drum
Let’s give the drummer some
Rum-pum pum pum
I let a hot one run in your cummerbund
Blood was all on his tux buttoned up
His buddies thought he might eat a few, he was muscular
But he didn’t, finish
I had the mask on
I had to just lift it to let him know who did this (I did this)
I ate your food, it was delicious
My Haitian bitch, she doing voodoo with the chickens
Pinky ring and Cartier ingot king shit
Full length mink shit, [?] (yeah)
Fly shooters in from Kingston with the things gripped
Itchy trigger finger tips, two Gucci wingtips
All my jewlery clean bitch
You see this shit?

[Interlude]
You see me?
Check me out
Check me out bitch
Nigga I’m back
Marc Baby
Charge for interviews too
Yeah, five bands
Just to sit down
And bust it up
Fuck out of here

[Verse 2]
Uh, hate it or love it I’m just laying in comfort
I made the punches in the rubber Timb Duck Ends
I did my numbers while you was in the tub with rubber ducklings (uhhh)
I was on some rubber glove shit
Pumping fish, pockets lumpy like pufferfish
The pump was in the truck, my leather looking like pumpkin skin
We hustled in the Comfort Inn, I still got one foot in
This is my life, look how wonderful it is
Bulletproof the Benz, this Rosebudd’s Revenge
This where your road ends, I put that on my gold Rolex
Who knows what’s next
I’m here with moguls sniffing coke on the desk
I never copped my blow compressed, it stretched, it stretched
Silk windbreakers and BM’s racing
Maybe they ???? like Jason Statham
Paper chasing, Ducati shades for aviation, out the atrium
They say he a pimp, get money out a bitch off a corner like a ATM (hahaha)
Get money out a bitch out the corner like a ATM (hahaha)

[Outro]
Yeah boy, can’t make no shit up
Don’t ever get it fucked up boyee
Pimpstead boyee
Shit is jewlery nigga
Could wear this nigga
Could wear my rhymes boyee

Lil Durk – Mood I’m In Lyrics

[Intro: Lil Durk]
Yeah, the type of mood I’m in, I’m on some fly shit
You know what I’m sayin’?
I feel like pourin’ up a pint, I’ma pour it up you know?
Durk and YFN Lucci yea yea

[Hook: Lil Durk & YFN Lucci]
I might pour a pint, that’s the mood I’m in
I might fuck yo’ bitch, that’s the mood I’m in
Might post up in the trap, that’s the mood I’m in
OD with the percs, that’s the mood I’m in
I just put some water on my wrist so you can swim
I might just go Cartier for the rest of the year
Walk around like a ATM, 10 cash in my ear, 20 gram for the belt
Yea yea

[Verse 1: Lil Durk]
Perky in my system I’mma vomit
Trap goin’ crazy and they know I’m the hottest
Real gun not a emoji never shoot at comments
Sixty high tec in my cup never wash it (yeah)
Tell them niggas (pay up)
They be for the first day of school I used to stay up
Dub bank allowed I was tryna get my J’s up
Shot my nigga Boonie he ain’t want give his J’s up
I’ve been feeling moody lately, come give me that coochie baby
(?) too related, never been a groupie hater
Think I’m Fetty Wap in Chiraq, it’s a zoovie baby
The way I beat that pussy Kevin Gates, they gon’ sue me baby
(Let’s get it!)

[Hook: Lil Durk & YFN Lucci]
I might pour a pint, that’s the mood I’m in
I might fuck yo’ bitch, that’s the mood I’m in
Might post up in the trap, that’s the mood I’m in
OD with the percs, that’s the mood I’m in
I just put some water on my wrist so you can swim
I might just go Cartier for the rest of the year
Walk around like a ATM, 10 cash in my ear, 20 gram for the belt
Yea yea

[Verse 2: YFN Lucci]
Walk around with yo’ car on my neck
Nigga playin’ we gon’ get his ass wacked
No Instagram but a nigga gotta check
Go get the money we was raised like that
Free my nigga Ape they gave him 10 years man
And Step comin’ home but he can’t get them years back yea
Just got a .30 totin’ standing all day
I got another .30 for ya when I get back
Oh Lord knows that I’m traumatized, the look in my eyes
Lord knows we gon’ terrorize every one of you guys
Oh Lord knows we don’t never, we don’t never put you on the news get you televised now you worldwide

[Hook: Lil Durk & YFN Lucci]
I might pour a pint, that’s the mood I’m in
I might fuck yo’ bitch, that’s the mood I’m in
Might post up in the trap, that’s the mood I’m in
OD with the percs, that’s the mood I’m in
I just put some water on my wrist so you can swim
I might just go Cartier for the rest of the year
Walk around like a ATM, 10 cash in my ear, 20 gram for the belt
Yea yea

Lil Durk – Mood I’m In (feat. YFN Lucci)

[Intro: Lil Durk]
Yeah, the type of mood I’m in, I’m on some fly shit
You know what I’m sayin’?
I feel like pourin’ up a pint, I’ma pour it up you know?
Durk and YFN Lucci yea yea

[Hook: Lil Durk & YFN Lucci]
I might pour a pint, that’s the mood I’m in
I might fuck yo’ bitch, that’s the mood I’m in
Might post up in the trap, that’s the mood I’m in
OD with the percs, that’s the mood I’m in
I just put some water on my wrist so you can swim
I might just go Cartier for the rest of the year
Walk around like a ATM, 10 cash in my ear, 20 gram for the belt
Yea yea

[Verse 1: Lil Durk]
Perky in my system I’mma vomit
Trap goin’ crazy and they know I’m the hottest
Real gun not a emoji never shoot at comments
Sixty high tec in my cup never wash it (yeah)
Tell them niggas (pay up)
They be for the first day of school I used to stay up
Dub bank allowed I was tryna get my J’s up
Shot my nigga Boonie he ain’t want give his J’s up
I’ve been feeling moody lately, come give me that coochie baby
(?) too related, never been a groupie hater
Think I’m Fetty Wap in Chiraq, it’s a zoovie baby
The way I beat that pussy Kevin Gates, they gon’ sue me baby
(Let’s get it!)

[Hook: Lil Durk & YFN Lucci]
I might pour a pint, that’s the mood I’m in
I might fuck yo’ bitch, that’s the mood I’m in
Might post up in the trap, that’s the mood I’m in
OD with the percs, that’s the mood I’m in
I just put some water on my wrist so you can swim
I might just go Cartier for the rest of the year
Walk around like a ATM, 10 cash in my ear, 20 gram for the belt
Yea yea

[Verse 2: YFN Lucci]
Walk around with yo’ car on my neck
Nigga playin’ we gon’ get his ass wacked
No Instagram but a nigga gotta check
Go get the money we was raised like that
Free my nigga Ape they gave him 10 years man
And Step comin’ home but he can’t get them years back yea
Just got a .30 totin’ standing all day
I got another .30 for ya when I get back
Oh Lord knows that I’m traumatized, the look in my eyes
Lord knows we gon’ terrorize every one of you guys
Oh Lord knows we don’t never, we don’t never put you on the news get you televised now you worldwide

[Hook: Lil Durk & YFN Lucci]
I might pour a pint, that’s the mood I’m in
I might fuck yo’ bitch, that’s the mood I’m in
Might post up in the trap, that’s the mood I’m in
OD with the percs, that’s the mood I’m in
I just put some water on my wrist so you can swim
I might just go Cartier for the rest of the year
Walk around like a ATM, 10 cash in my ear, 20 gram for the belt
Yea yea

LUPE FIASCO – Kill lyrics

Ty Dolla loops

Saturday night for niggas
Astronauts and alcohol
We’re like satellites for strippers
I’m talkin’ 187, make that mothafucka pop
Runnin’ ’round and ’round we go
Saturday night for niggas
Astronauts and alcohol
We’re like satellites for strippers
Runnin’ ’round and ’round she go
We got dollar bills to kill
We comin’ to the stage next, you know who this is
We got dollar bills to kill
Get your money out niggas
Money to burn in the atmosphere
I’ma turn it up, you burn it up
Turn it up, you burn it up
I turn it up, you burn ’em up
Murderer, murderer
I want you to stay
I’m talkin’ 187, make that mothafucka pop
I want you to stay, I’m a dollar bill killa
187, make that mothafucka pop
I need you to stay

5, 10, 20s, I’ma throw it
Work your way up to them big face hunnits
These other hoes been workin’ all week
You gettin’ more than that just off me, yeah, yeah, yeah
We both work hard for this money
I see you goin’ hard for me
It ain’t no thing, you can take it off
If I keep on drinkin’, I’ma lose it all

Saturday night for niggas
Astronauts and alcohol
We’re like satellites for strippers
I’m talkin’ 187, make that mothafucka pop
Runnin’ ’round and ’round we go
Saturday night for niggas
Astronauts and alcohol
We’re like satellites for strippers
Runnin’ ’round and ’round she go
We got dollar bills to kill
We comin’ to the stage next, you know who this is
We got dollar bills to kill
Get your money out niggas
Money to burn in the atmoshphere
I’ma turn it up, you burn it up
Turn it up, you burn it up
I turn it up, you burn ’em up
Murderer, murderer
I want you to stay
I’m talkin’ 187, make that mothafucka pop
I want you to stay, I’m a dollar bill killa
187, make that mothafucka pop
I need you to stay

My nigga, if these poles could talk
If the stage grew another pole, got up and walked
Gotta kill these dollars, it can’t be an assault
Need your real love, mama, you can’t be in my thoughts
Oh, no
I knew a ten down in Houston
So I wonder if you can do it slow-mo
Then speed it up, heat it up, drop it down, beat it up
Take it off, make it talk, shake it all, make it fall
ATM, ATM, mama love to take it all

Saturday night for niggas
Astronauts and alcohol
We’re like satellites for strippers
I’m talkin’ 187, make that mothafucka pop
Runnin’ ’round and ’round we go
Saturday night for niggas
Astronauts and alcohol
We’re like satellites for strippers
Runnin’ ’round and ’round she go
We got dollar bills to kill
We comin’ to the stage next, you know who this is
We got dollar bills to kill
Get your money out niggas
Money to burn in the atmoshphere
I’ma turn it up, you burn it up
Turn it up, you burn it up
I turn it up, you burn ’em up
Murderer, murderer
I want you to stay
I’m talkin’ 187, make that mothafucka pop
I want you to stay, I’m a dollar bill killa
187, make that mothafucka pop
I need you to stay

Just another Saturday night
Show time, I deserve these lights
‘Cause I work hard for what I get
Just so I can give my ten percent
You better pay up, pay up or get out
I’m not into how you get down
Hope you love me in the moment
But I know where I’m goin’
And I’m just tryna get through this…

…Saturday night for niggas
Astronauts and alcohol
You’re like satellites for strippers
I’m talkin’ 187, make that mothafucka pop
Runnin’ ’round and ’round you go
Saturday night for niggas
Astronauts and alcohol
You’re like satellites for strippers
Runnin’ ’round and ’round I go
I need dollar bills to kill
We comin’ to the stage next, you know who this is
You better have dollar bills to kill
Get your money out niggas
Money to burn in my atmoshphere
So I’ma turn it up, burn it up
Turn it up, burn it up
Turn it up, burn ’em up
I’m a murderer, murderer
You want me to stay
I’m talkin’ 187, make that mothafucka pop
You want me to stay
187, make that mothafucka pop
I want you to stay

Man girl I made a killin’ off these drunk ass niggas tonight
Ayy bruh that shit was goin’ up, man
But damn they had my pole clean today, I’m sick of this shit
This bitch spilled her mothafuckin’ drink on my goddamn shoes
You dirtier than a mothafucka, dawg
Next time they better have my shit clean
‘Cause I can’t go up in this strip club
Ayy it’s cool though
You already know
I’ll get some new ones tomorrow, fuck it
You know the other spot poppin’?
Yeah
No more doin’ that shit and tryna go to church in the morning
Let’s go to the other spot

Now it’s Sunday mornin’ for sinners
Preacher’s daughter, holy water
Be reborn, beginner
‘Round and ’round we know
It’s like dollar bills to save
Make it rain on that collection plate
Need a dollar bill to save
Make it rain on that collection plate
And your dollar bills can save
Make it rain on that collection plate
You made it clap, now take it back
Pray
You made it clap, now take it back
Pray
You made it clap, now take it back
Pray
You made it clap, now take it back
Watch it all wash away
Watch it all wash away
Watch it all wash away

Lupe Fiasco – Kill lyrics

Ty Dolla loops

Saturday night for niggas
Astronauts and alcohol
We’re like satellites for strippers
I’m talkin’ 187, make that mothafucka pop
Runnin’ ’round and ’round we go
Saturday night for niggas
Astronauts and alcohol
We’re like satellites for strippers
Runnin’ ’round and ’round she go
We got dollar bills to kill
We comin’ to the stage next, you know who this is
We got dollar bills to kill
Get your money out niggas
Money to burn in the atmosphere
I’ma turn it up, you burn it up
Turn it up, you burn it up
I turn it up, you burn ’em up
Murderer, murderer
I want you to stay
I’m talkin’ 187, make that mothafucka pop
I want you to stay, I’m a dollar bill killa
187, make that mothafucka pop
I need you to stay

5, 10, 20s, I’ma throw it
Work your way up to them big face hunnits
These other hoes been workin’ all week
You gettin’ more than that just off me, yeah, yeah, yeah
We both work hard for this money
I see you goin’ hard for me
It ain’t no thing, you can take it off
If I keep on drinkin’, I’ma lose it all

Saturday night for niggas
Astronauts and alcohol
We’re like satellites for strippers
I’m talkin’ 187, make that mothafucka pop
Runnin’ ’round and ’round we go
Saturday night for niggas
Astronauts and alcohol
We’re like satellites for strippers
Runnin’ ’round and ’round she go
We got dollar bills to kill
We comin’ to the stage next, you know who this is
We got dollar bills to kill
Get your money out niggas
Money to burn in the atmoshphere
I’ma turn it up, you burn it up
Turn it up, you burn it up
I turn it up, you burn ’em up
Murderer, murderer
I want you to stay
I’m talkin’ 187, make that mothafucka pop
I want you to stay, I’m a dollar bill killa
187, make that mothafucka pop
I need you to stay

My nigga, if these poles could talk
If the stage grew another pole, got up and walked
Gotta kill these dollars, it can’t be an assault
Need your real love, mama, you can’t be in my thoughts
Oh, no
I knew a ten down in Houston
So I wonder if you can do it slow-mo
Then speed it up, heat it up, drop it down, beat it up
Take it off, make it talk, shake it all, make it fall
ATM, ATM, mama love to take it all

Saturday night for niggas
Astronauts and alcohol
We’re like satellites for strippers
I’m talkin’ 187, make that mothafucka pop
Runnin’ ’round and ’round we go
Saturday night for niggas
Astronauts and alcohol
We’re like satellites for strippers
Runnin’ ’round and ’round she go
We got dollar bills to kill
We comin’ to the stage next, you know who this is
We got dollar bills to kill
Get your money out niggas
Money to burn in the atmoshphere
I’ma turn it up, you burn it up
Turn it up, you burn it up
I turn it up, you burn ’em up
Murderer, murderer
I want you to stay
I’m talkin’ 187, make that mothafucka pop
I want you to stay, I’m a dollar bill killa
187, make that mothafucka pop
I need you to stay

Just another Saturday night
Show time, I deserve these lights
‘Cause I work hard for what I get
Just so I can give my ten percent
You better pay up, pay up or get out
I’m not into how you get down
Hope you love me in the moment
But I know where I’m goin’
And I’m just tryna get through this…

…Saturday night for niggas
Astronauts and alcohol
You’re like satellites for strippers
I’m talkin’ 187, make that mothafucka pop
Runnin’ ’round and ’round you go
Saturday night for niggas
Astronauts and alcohol
You’re like satellites for strippers
Runnin’ ’round and ’round I go
I need dollar bills to kill
We comin’ to the stage next, you know who this is
You better have dollar bills to kill
Get your money out niggas
Money to burn in my atmoshphere
So I’ma turn it up, burn it up
Turn it up, burn it up
Turn it up, burn ’em up
I’m a murderer, murderer
You want me to stay
I’m talkin’ 187, make that mothafucka pop
You want me to stay
187, make that mothafucka pop
I want you to stay

Man girl I made a killin’ off these drunk ass niggas tonight
Ayy bruh that shit was goin’ up, man
But damn they had my pole clean today, I’m sick of this shit
This bitch spilled her mothafuckin’ drink on my goddamn shoes
You dirtier than a mothafucka, dawg
Next time they better have my shit clean
‘Cause I can’t go up in this strip club
Ayy it’s cool though
You already know
I’ll get some new ones tomorrow, fuck it
You know the other spot poppin’?
Yeah
No more doin’ that shit and tryna go to church in the morning
Let’s go to the other spot

Now it’s Sunday mornin’ for sinners
Preacher’s daughter, holy water
Be reborn, beginner
‘Round and ’round we know
It’s like dollar bills to save
Make it rain on that collection plate
Need a dollar bill to save
Make it rain on that collection plate
And your dollar bills can save
Make it rain on that collection plate
You made it clap, now take it back
Pray
You made it clap, now take it back
Pray
You made it clap, now take it back
Pray
You made it clap, now take it back
Watch it all wash away
Watch it all wash away
Watch it all wash away

EMI – Science letras

[Verse 1]
I keep making runs up in the North End
She want my number, won’t let me sell to her boyfriend
Met a couple strippers down in Portland
These bitches all addicted to endorphins
I stay round the club ’cause I know they all some sugar babies
Daddy issues, they just hit me when they workin’ late
I just wanna move the price inflated in a different state
I just bought a few, I’ll need a re-up in a couple days

[Hook]
I got it down to a science
If you ain’t about it, do not try it
I’m in the lab, Bill Nye
I got it down to a science
I got it down to a science
I be stayin’ up, I’m workin’ nights
I turn a rock into a diamond
I got it down to a science

[Verse 2]
I don’t miss a beat when I’m in LA
Got my homies juggin’, can’t afford to miss a Friday
All my bitches loyal, they be listenin’ what I say
All my haters crooked, they be lookin’ at me sideways
Papers in my armrest, I ain’t openin’ that glove compartment
I got too much cash on me, I’ll start takin’ credit cards
BECU trappin’, I be jammin’ up the ATM
Police pull me over but I ain’t got shit to say to them

[Hook]
I got it down to a science
If you ain’t about it, do not try it
I’m in the lab, Bill Nye
I got it down to a science
I got it down to a science
I be stayin’ up, I’m workin’ nights
I turn a rock into a diamond
I got it down to a science

[Bridge]
Do not pop the trunk until I’m next to it
And if I sell it, know that I will never do it
I get it back then I invest again
And if you’re front it, be prepared to lose it

[Hook]
I got it down to a science
If you ain’t about it, do not try it
I’m in the lab, Bill Nye
I got it down to a science
I got it down to a science
I be stayin’ up, I’m workin’ nights
I turn a rock into a diamond
I got it down to a science

EMI – Science

[Verse 1]
I keep making runs up in the North End
She want my number, won’t let me sell to her boyfriend
Met a couple strippers down in Portland
These bitches all addicted to endorphins
I stay round the club ’cause I know they all some sugar babies
Daddy issues, they just hit me when they workin’ late
I just wanna move the price inflated in a different state
I just bought a few, I’ll need a re-up in a couple days

[Hook]
I got it down to a science
If you ain’t about it, do not try it
I’m in the lab, Bill Nye
I got it down to a science
I got it down to a science
I be stayin’ up, I’m workin’ nights
I turn a rock into a diamond
I got it down to a science
[Verse 2]
I don’t miss a beat when I’m in LA
Got my homies juggin’, can’t afford to miss a Friday
All my bitches loyal, they be listenin’ what I say
All my haters crooked, they be lookin’ at me sideways
Papers in my armrest, I ain’t openin’ that glove compartment
I got too much cash on me, I’ll start takin’ credit cards
BECU trappin’, I be jammin’ up the ATM
Police pull me over but I ain’t got shit to say to them

[Hook]
I got it down to a science
If you ain’t about it, do not try it
I’m in the lab, Bill Nye
I got it down to a science
I got it down to a science
I be stayin’ up, I’m workin’ nights
I turn a rock into a diamond
I got it down to a science

[Bridge]
Do not pop the trunk until I’m next to it
And if I sell it, know that I will never do it
I get it back then I invest again
And if you’re front it, be prepared to lose it

[Hook]
I got it down to a science
If you ain’t about it, do not try it
I’m in the lab, Bill Nye
I got it down to a science
I got it down to a science
I be stayin’ up, I’m workin’ nights
I turn a rock into a diamond
I got it down to a science