Playboi Carti – Butterfly Doors Lyrics

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[Intro]
Yeah
Rockin’ that Christian Dior
I had to mop up the floors (What?)

[Chorus]
I had to cut off these hoes (Yeah)
I just copped me a lil’ Benz
‘Bout to cop me a lil’ Porsche
I got them butterfly doors (Yeah)
Sit on them butterfly doors (Slatt)
Young nigga ready for war
Young nigga shootin’ at them boys
Bitch, you not ready for noise
I can do this in my sleep
I put that price on his head
He will be dead in a week, uh (Dead)
I just want all of this smoke (Yeah)
That chopper start doin’ the most (Yeah)
Hit a lil’ boy with that K
Turned him to ghost (Yeah)

[Verse 1]
Walk in the building, we iced up
Walk in that building and I’m triflin’
Baby gon’ fuck us, who next up?
Come eat on this dick, you not wife (Yeah)
Fuck all that shit, I just like (Yeah)
I’m takin’ flight like I’m Mike
And in my bag, money
I’m one of a kind (Yeah)
Fuck that lil’ ho on the cloud (Yeah)
I got some killers in line
All of my slatts, they slime
You can get [?] in the [?], yeah
I like my soda with lime, uh
Mix it up, bitch, I look fine, ooh
Mix it up, bitch, I look fine, fine

[Chorus]
I had to cut off these hoes
I just copped me a lil’ Benz
‘Bout to cop me a lil’ Porsche
I got them butterfly doors
Sit on them butterfly doors
Young nigga ready for war
Young nigga shootin’ at them boys
Bitch, you not ready for noise
I can do this in my sleep
I put that price on his head
He will be dead in a week, uh
I just want all of this smoke
That chopper start doin’ the most
Hit a lil’ boy with that K
Turned him to ghost

[Open Verse]

[Chorus]
I had to cut off these hoes
I just copped me a lil’ Benz
‘Bout to cop me a lil’ Porsche
I got them butterfly doors
Sit on them butterfly doors
Young nigga ready for war
Young nigga shootin’ at them boys
Bitch, you not ready for noise
I can do this in my sleep
I put that price on his head
He will be dead in a week, uh
I just want all of this smoke
That chopper start doin’ the most
Hit a lil’ boy with that K
Turned him to ghost

Denzel Curry – SPEEDBOAT Lyrics

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[Intro]
I went from stickin’ pennies in the jar to offshore bank accounts
See me and my conglomerates is lucrative
I’m talkin’ big money, big chains, big guns, nigga
More power

[Chorus]
Big talk, speedboat (Speedboat)
Pray to God I don’t get repoed (Repoed)
Didn’t go to college for a free throw (Swish)
People gettin’ killed through the peephole (Blah)
Have your money up before you go to war (Hmm)
Put the mask on like a luchador (Hmm)
My dawg didn’t make it to 21, so I gotta make it past 24
Big talk, speedboat (Speedboat)
Pray to God I don’t get repoed (Repoed)
Didn’t go to college for a free throw (Swish)
People gettin’ killed through the peephole (Blah)
Have your money up before you go to war (Hmm)
Put the mask on like a luchador (Hmm)
My dawg didn’t make it to 21, so I gotta make it past 24

[Verse 1]
Put a red beam to your head like Arby’s
Either go to school, go to jail or the army
Keep a close eye on the things tryna harm me
Warn me if anybody try to swarm me, uh
Invest in a rock and a Rottweiler
Pile up hella stacks when the bills pile up
Dollar is the only way to get the style up
Riled up ’cause you motherfuckers used the dial up
My dawg is gone and the result is to have my teflon
Christian Dior and the fashion beyond
Talkin’ Polo, call me Polow da Don
Throw some Ds on the thong
I got hella keys in the phone
I put hella Gs in the vault
It took only three to assault, damn

[Pre-Chorus]
Jesus, please deliver us from evil
Please pray over all my people
What you see in life’s illegal
I don’t wanna use my Desert Eagle

[Chorus]
Big talk, speedboat (Speedboat)
Pray to God I don’t get repoed (Repoed)
Didn’t go to college for a free throw (Swish)
People gettin’ killed through the peephole (Blah)
Have your money up before you go to war (Hmm)
Put the mask on like a luchador (Hmm)
My dawg didn’t make it to 21, so I gotta make it past 24
Big talk, speedboat (Speedboat)
Pray to God I don’t get repoed (Repoed)
Didn’t go to college for a free throw (Swish)
People gettin’ killed through the peephole (Blah)
Have your money up before you go to war (Hmm)
Put the mask on like a luchador (Hmm)
My dawg didn’t make it to 21, so I gotta make it past 24

[Verse 2]
Pourin’ out scotch
Gas, all in my brain, it fumigating my thoughts
Thinking ’bout intricate plots
To get out the hood, that’s when I started to jot
Not given the opportunity to let the devil ruin me, no
Even though the jewelry froze, ice cubes get Deeboed
Word on the street, everything heat
Everything hot boy, Texas Pete
Pulled up in a Lexus and a Jeep
All black, no tag, time for the sweep
Too many guns, too many sons
Lost in the river of blood in these streets
Master of none, pastors and nuns
Let’s bow our heads for the ceremony

[Pre-Chorus]
Jesus, please deliver us from evil
Please pray over all my people
What you see in life’s illegal
I don’t wanna use my desert eagle

[Chorus]
Big talk, speedboat (Speedboat)
Pray to God I don’t get repoed (Repoed)
Didn’t go to college for a free throw (Swish)
People gettin’ killed through the peephole (Blah)
Have your money up before you go to war (Hmm)
Put the mask on like a luchador (Hmm)
My dawg didn’t make it to 21, so I gotta make it past 24
Big talk, speedboat (Speedboat)
Pray to God I don’t get repoed (Repoed)
Didn’t go to college for a free throw (Swish)
People gettin’ killed through the peephole (Blah)
Have your money up before you go to war (Hmm)
Put the mask on like a luchador (Hmm)
My dawg didn’t make it to 21, so I gotta make it past 24

[Outro]
Fo’, fo’, fo’, fo’
Fo’, fo’, fo’, fo’
Fo’, fo’, fo’, fo’

Future – Goin Dummi Lyrics

[Intro]
It’s okay, ‘kay (Wheezy, Pluto)
Yeah, baby ain’t play, play
Last name Hndrxx whatever I do
(Wheezy outta here)

[Chorus]
Woo, everything we do, we goin’ dummy (Woo)
Whatever I do, I hope I got that Tommy (Hrrr)
Just in case a nigga try to play, play, play (Just in case)
Yeah, every watch I own on tsunami (Brrr)
Chain on frost, ask Sonny (Go ask)
Tryna pose a threat, go at your mommy
It’s okay, ‘kay (Okay)

[Verse 1]
Don’t nothin’ come easy, got a spaceship, twerk
Fine Europeans look good in the dark (Fine)
Meet me in the jacuzzi, girl, we made it (We made it)
Christian Dior already slated
Yeah, you try to leave me, downgradin’ (Downgrade)
I can’t save you from the apes out the cages (Out the cages)
Phone book in my jeans like pages (Freebandz)
This money I crave, it is so contagious
Sometimes get caught up in that mission, don’t get caught inside the loop
V.I.P. with raw fishes, I’ma show ya what it do
We get splashy, we get Percs for no reason
Got some tall, wet blondie at Four Seasons (Yee)

[Chorus]
Woo, everything we do, we goin’ dummy (Yee)
Whatever I do, I hope I got that Tommy (Woo)
Just in case a nigga try to play, play, play
Yeah, every watch I own on tsunami (Every watch I own)
Chain on frost, ask Sonny (Go and ask)
Tryna pose a threat, go at your mommy
It’s okay, ‘kay (Okay)

[Verse 2]
Tell me what the lick read, we gon’ go and get it (What’s the lick?)
Real fine mixed breed, I can’t wait to hit it
I’ma put your bank account past seven digits (A midget)
Bottles on the rocks, girl, everything exquisite (Exquisite)
You deserve to cha-cha, but girl, I want my chain-chain (Cha-cha)
We got all the choppas and we got all the bling-bling
Give a nigga that na-na, you get wet up, your dream-dream
Ain’t gon’ beg for it, my Bentley came with wing-wing
Fuck with a supreme team, you will never fall off
Every day a spring bling, make you wanna call off
Got some models comin’ to the top floor at the Waldorf (Top)
Feel like new Sopranos ’cause we way above the law now

[Chorus]
Woo, everything we do, we goin’ dummy
Whatever I do, I hope I got that Tommy (Whatever I do)
Just in case a nigga try to play, play, play
Yeah (Yeah), every watch I own on tsunami (Every watch I own)
Chain on frost, ask Sonny (Brr, brr)
Tryna pose a threat, go at your mommy
It’s okay, ‘kay (Okay)

Lil Yachty – Get Dripped Lyrics

[Intro]
Earl on the beat

[Verse 1: Playboi Carti]
Duh, run and lil’ bitch you get hit (bow, bow)
Came in that bitch with a stick (fsh)
Came in that bitch with lil’ kick (fsh)
I got that money I blow (what? fsh)
I’m in this bitch with Lil Meech (fsh, fsh)
I do this shit in my sleep, yeah
Shawty suck me, she so geeked, yeah
Shawty fuck me, she so geeked, yeah
I’m in this bitch and I flee, uh
I put VVS on my lens (fsh)
Shawty can’t wait ’til we lean
Fuck with Lil K you get, fsh
[?] on your ass, you get, fsh
I play that 30 lil’ bitch, yeah
I need a mask for this heat, yeah
I need a gas for my bitch,yeah
You know that choppa don’t miss
You know that choppa don’t miss
I get the muthafucka lit
Double C all on my shit, yeah
Dolce Gabbana my bitch, yeah
Christian Dior, I pop shit, yeah
Shawty gon’ fuck on my drip, yeah

[Chorus: Playboi Carti]
Shawty in love with my drip, woah
I get that drip, you get dripped, yeah
220 all on that rear, aye
I get the drip, you get dripped
I fucked that bitch, I’m a pimp
I’m with Lil Boat, we not simp
I fucked that bitch, she get bent
We in this bih with no tint

[Verse 2: Playboi Carti]
I’m in this bih with some tint
They just wan’ peep on my drip
They just wan’ peep all this drip
I get that Glock on my hip
Bitch, I don’t fuck, I want lip
I fucked that bitch with no tip
I was just leanin’ in [?]
I just buy everything Philips

[Chorus: Playboi Carti & Lil Yachty]
Shawty in love with my drip, woah
I get that drip, you get dripped, yeah (ay, damn)
220 all on that rear, aye (ay)
I get the drip, you get dripped (ay, ay)
I fucked that bitch I’m a pimp (ay)
I’m with Lil Boat, we not simp (ay)
I fucked that bitch, she get bent (ay, ay, ay, ay, okay)

[Verse 3: Lil Yachty]
Yeah, uh (ay)
Thugger lil’ bitch speak Ebonics (ay)
Shootin’ that Glock supersonics (bow, bow)
I drop a dub at Onyx (ay)
[?] that thing up ([?])
Beat from the back, she runnin’ (bih)
Pink Prada bag, I’m thumbin’ (bih)
[?] 30 round gunnin’ (bow)
Fuck what they saying, they pussy (fuck ’em)
Richest young nigga on gang (yeah, yeah)
I put them niggas on gang (ay)
They started snitching
Oops, back at [?] I was swiping
Oops, beat up that pussy, I’m Tyson
Oops, niggas is reckless, triflin’
[?] don’t call me (brr)
Rich white [?], Mike Lowry (Mike Lowry)
Keep one giant stick like Atari (like Atari)
V on my back like Bari (VLONE)
Yeah (yeah), yeah (yeah)
Me and Cash Carti go way back (ay)
Nigga don’t like me, then say that (okay)
20 years old in a Maybach (skrt)
Hoo! flexing (fuck it up, damn)
Young nigga flexing no 8 pack (uh!)

[Chorus: Playboi Carti]
Shawty in love with my drip, woah
I get that drip, you get dripped, yeah
220 all on that rear, aye
I get the drip, you get dripped
I fucked that bitch, I’m a pimp
I’m with Lil Boat, we not simp
I fucked that bitch, she get bent
We in this bih with no tint

[Outro: Lil Yachty]
Damn (ay)
Damn (ay, ay, ay, ay)
Bow, bow

Young Thug – Oh Yeah Lyrics

[Intro: Young Thug]
All I said is for you to keep it real, each and every day
Aww, darling, yeah

[Chorus: Young Thug]
Plain Jane AP with a Cuban link to match it
Diamonds on me dancin’, got me lookin’ like Michael Jackson
I don’t want you dead, that’s that Fed talk
Most these niggas polices like Matlock
Armani the jeans, Gucci shirt on, color my spleen
I can’t get enough of codeine
If you make me stop, you know you’ll owe me
Good pussy, good money, good genes
I just wanna show you love
I’m the one that got you Frank Chesters
I don’t want the time to be up, yeah
I don’t wanna find new love
Like a G4, like a G5, you get fly-y-y
You a real one, such a real one, oh my, my, my
Never stop, it’s always go
Send me nudes when I’m on the road
Send me nudes when I’m on the road, baby
Watch ’em before and after the show baby
Your body shaped just like a Coke, baby
But you already know
K Bangerz

[Refrain: Young Thug & Hi Doraah]
Yeah, oh yeah (yeah)
Oh yeah (yeah)
Yea-ea-ea-eah
Yea-ea-ea-eah

[Verse: Hi Doraah]
I just went and bossed you up and your whole damn team (team)
Put you in designer, Christian Dior and McQueen (Queen)
Selfish ’cause I want you to hold it down with me (me)
Hold me down ’til the very end, a unity
How you feelin’? Know you got a lucky one like me (me)
Take you from that dirty, made you who wanna be (yeah)
Survival of the fittest, had no choice, become a G (G)
It’s good to know that you can make it up up out them streets
You a star babe

[Chorus: Young Thug]
Plain Jane AP with a Cuban link to match it
Diamonds on me dancin’, got me lookin’ like Michael Jackson
I don’t want you dead, that’s that Fed talk
Most these niggas polices like Matlock
Armani the jeans, Gucci shirt on, color my spleen
I can’t get enough of codeine
If you make me stop, you know you’ll owe me
Good pussy, good money, good genes
I just wanna show you love
I’m the one that got you Frank Chesters
I don’t want the time to be up, yeah
I don’t wanna find new love
Like a G4, like a G5, you get fly-y-y
You a real one, such a real one, oh my, my, my
Never stop, it’s always go
Send me nudes when I’m on the road
Send me nudes when I’m on the road, baby
Watch ’em before and after the show baby
Your body shaped just like a Coke, baby
But you already know

[Refrain: Young Thug & Hi Doraah]
Yeah, oh yeah (yeah)
Oh yeah (yeah)
Yea-ea-ea-eah
Yea-ea-ea-eah
K Bangerz

Young Thug – Barbie Lyrics

[Intro: Young Thug]
Yeah, uh, yeah
ChopHouz on the track
Yeah, yeah, yeah
I’ma [?] you my project
Gotta keep a [?] like my private
Gotta keep it wet for me, ayy
Got the cream on the seats, yeah, yeah, yeah

[Verse 1: Young Thug]
She’s ridin’ exotic cars [?]
I put Rolls Royce stars in the ceilin’ and leave off Earth, yeah
Read my tags when I see you like we some [?]
I hate when you don’t text me back [?]
Engraved your name in the seats in the Rolls
Backyard got a park, we ain’t gotta leave home
When it comes down to you, I’ll never say no
Like I’m supposed to, right?
Right? Right?
Make sure I tuck you in tight ’cause you don’t like bugs at night, right?
Fur on your trenchcoat, you ain’t even know I had to roll the dice for that
I put the straightjacket on, go cray-cray for your love, yeah (hey!)

[Chorus: Young Thug]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Love, your love
Love, love
Make love to me
Come lust with me, yeah
Come rub on me
Make love to me
Make love to me
Make love to me
Make love, oh
Love me

[Verse 2: Gunna]
Yeah, bought you brand new Fiji water, I wanna braid your hair
Bought Chanel shoes ’cause I wanna see them C’s when you step
Got you new condominium keys, don’t you go nowhere
And it’s just us, dripped out love
Bentley coupe for you, paddy wagon’d it up
Flossin’ in Belize, you a diamond in the rough
Christian Dior, love the smell of when we hug
The pain I get from you, I don’t wanna go numb
Doin’ overtime and develop us a bond
Straightjacket on ’cause for you I go dumb

[Chorus: Young Thug]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Love, your love
Love, love
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Love, your love
Love, love
Make love to me
Come lust with me, yeah
Come rub on me
Make love to me
Make love to me
Make love to me
Make love, oh
Love me
Make love to me
Come lust with me, yeah
Come rub on me
Make love to me
Make love to me
Make love to me
Make love, oh
Love me

Lil Jon – Alive (feat. Offset & 2 Chainz)

[Verse 1: Lil Jon]
Wake up in the mornin’ feelin’ live
God must be really on my side
Got the baddest bitch up by my side
Cash make the pussy come alive
Everybody know I set the vibe
Bet I’ll steal your bitch like it’s a crime
All my niggas come from doin’ time
Hands in the air, we testify

[Chorus: Lil Jon]
Thank God that I’m alive (woo)
I’ve been poppin’ all my life (woo)
It’s like my birthday every night (woo)
I’ve been poppin’ all my life (woo)
Thank God that I’m alive (woo)
I’ve been poppin’ all my life (woo)
It’s like my birthday every night (woo)
I’ve been poppin’ all my life (woo)
Thank God that I’m alive (woo)

[Verse 2: Offset & Lil Jon]
Offset!
Ooh, thankin’ the Lord I’m alive (God)
Your diamonds not lookin’ alive (dead)
Bentley truck swervin’, it’s wide (skrrt)
Heard you be talkin’ to 12 (who?)
But I do not fuck with them guys (no)
First time I seen me a bale (bale)
I thought it was gold in my eyes (yes)
The coupe all red inside (ooh)
Duplex, shawty outside (ooh)
We not feelin’ your vibe (yeah)
Nigga played out, retired (retired)
Niggas out here ain’t true (nah)
Two-door coupe, no roof (skrrt, skrrt)
Spikes on the back of my shoe (spikes)
You got more money than who? (Who?)
Christian Dior on my boo (Dior)
Real niggas gon’ salute (salute)
Drip in that like the juice (drip)
Molly with the Henny boost (ooh)
You’re lookin’ at the biggest group (who?)
I’m lookin’ at the biggest boobs (ooh)
Lookin’ at the biggest diamonds
That I put up in my mama’s hula hoops (boogers)
You niggas really out of style now (style)
Bitches really need to bow down (bow)
Migo Gang is a cash cow
Lay down the track, get the bags out (woo)
Handguns and the mags out
It’s time for the birds, take a bath now (brrr)
Smokin’ cookie, ’bout to pass out (cookie)
Come to the Nawf, got the bags out

[Chorus: Lil Jon]
Thank God that I’m alive (woo)
I’ve been poppin’ all my life (woo)
It’s like my birthday every night (woo)
I’ve been poppin’ all my life (woo)
Thank God that I’m alive (woo)
I’ve been poppin’ all my life (woo)
It’s like my birthday every night (woo)
I’ve been poppin’ all my life (woo)
Thank God that I’m alive (woo)

[Verse 3: 2 Chainz]
Yeah, yeah, 2 Chainz! Yeah
Rick James, show your titties, it’s a celebration
Stuntin’, I wore a mink to my graduation (yeah)
F-F-Fuck the world, I think it’s ovulatin’ (okay)
If you ain’t gettin’ money, what’s your occupation? (Tell ’em)
Check my DNA, the A and K’ll wet ya, boy
Woo! I think I’m carryin’ a Nature Boy
A lot of flavor, boy, I’m all about my paper, boy (paper)
Went to L.A. and tried to smoke an acre, boy (loud)
Can’t relate to noise, bumpin’ like a canker sore (bump)
I told her, "Go to Hell, leave your shoes at the door" (damn)
Yeah (yeah,) this the life I chose (chose)
Nigga, look at me, I look right on hoes

[Chorus: Lil Jon & 2 Chainz]
Thank God that I’m alive (woo)
Yah
I’ve been poppin’ all my life (woo)
I’ve been poppin’ all my life
It’s like my birthday every night (woo)
Every mothafuckin’ night, nigga
I’ve been poppin’ all my life (woo)
Poppin’, poppin’, poppin’ bottles
Thank God that I’m alive (woo)

[Bridge: Lil Jon]
I am so grateful, I am so grateful
I’m in the club vibin’, and I’m so thankful
I got them bands on me, she got her hands on me
She did a dance on me, she put that thing on me
Shawty you wilder than a mothafucka
Damn, woo, I ain’t got nothin’ but one thing to say

[Outro: Lil Jon & 2 Chainz]
Thank God that I’m alive
Yah, thank God
Thank God, thank God
Thank God, thank God
Yah, yah
Thank God that I’m alive

Lil Jon Feat. Offset & 2 Chainz – “Alive” Lyrics

(Verse 1)
Wake up in the mornin’ feelin’ live
God must be really on my side
Got the baddest b*tch up by my side
Cash make the p*ssy come alive
Everybody know I set the vibe
Bet I’ll steal your b*tch like it’s a crime
All my niggas come from doin’ time
Hands in the air, we testify

(Chorus)
Thank God that I’m alive (woo)
I’ve been poppin’ all my life (woo)
It’s like my birthday every night (woo)
I’ve been poppin’ all my life (woo)
Thank God that I’m alive (woo)
I’ve been poppin’ all my life (woo)
It’s like my birthday every night (woo)
I’ve been poppin’ all my life (woo)
Thank God that I’m alive (woo)

(Verse 2)
Offset!
Ooh, thankin’ the Lord I’m alive (God)
Your diamonds not lookin’ alive (dead)
Bentley truck swervin’, it’s wide (skrrt)
Heard you be talkin’ to 12 (who?)
But I do not f*ck with them guys (no)
First time I seen me a bale (bale)
I thought it was gold in my eyes (yes)
The coupe all red inside (ooh)
Duplex, shawty outside (ooh)
We not feelin’ your vibe (yeah)
Nigga played out, retired (retired)
Niggas out here ain’t true (nah)
Two-door coupe, no roof (skrrt, skrrt)
Spikes on the back of my shoe (spikes)
You got more money than who? (Who?)
Christian Dior on my boo (Dior)
Real niggas gon’ salute (salute)
Drip in that like the juice (drip)
Molly with the Henny boost (ooh)
You’re lookin’ at the biggest group (who?)
I’m lookin’ at the biggest boobs (ooh)
Lookin’ at the biggest diamonds
That I put up in my mama’s hula hoops (boogers)
You niggas really out of style now (style)
b*tches really need to bow down (bow)
Migo Gang is a cash cow
Lay down the track, get the bags out (woo)
Handguns and the mags out
It’s time for the birds, take a bath now (brrr)
Smokin’ cookie, ’bout to pass out (cookie)
Come to the Nawf, got the bags out

(Chorus)
Thank God that I’m alive (woo)
I’ve been poppin’ all my life (woo)
It’s like my birthday every night (woo)
I’ve been poppin’ all my life (woo)
Thank God that I’m alive (woo)
I’ve been poppin’ all my life (woo)
It’s like my birthday every night (woo)
I’ve been poppin’ all my life (woo)
Thank God that I’m alive (woo)

(Verse 3)
Yeah, yeah, 2 Chainz! Yeah
Rick James, show your titties, it’s a celebration
Stuntin’, I wore a mink to my graduation (yeah)
F-F-f*ck the world, I think it’s ovulatin’ (okay)
If you ain’t gettin’ money, what’s your occupation? (Tell ’em)
Check my DNA, the A and K’ll wet ya, boy
Woo! I think I’m carryin’ a Nature Boy
A lot of flavor, boy, I’m all about my paper, boy (paper)
Went to L.A. and tried to smoke an acre, boy (loud)
Can’t relate to noise, bumpin’ like a canker sore (bump)
I told her, “Go to Hell, leave your shoes at the door” (d*mn)
Yeah (yeah,) this the life I chose (chose)
Nigga, look at me, I look right on hoes

(Chorus)
Thank God that I’m alive (woo)
Yah
I’ve been poppin’ all my life (woo)
I’ve been poppin’ all my life
It’s like my birthday every night (woo)
Every mothaf*ckin’ night, nigga
I’ve been poppin’ all my life (woo)
Poppin’, poppin’, poppin’ bottles
Thank God that I’m alive (woo)

(Bridge)
I am so grateful, I am so grateful
I’m in the club vibin’, and I’m so thankful
I got them bands on me, she got her hands on me
She did a dance on me, she put that thing on me
Shawty you wilder than a mothaf*cka
d*mn, woo, I ain’t got nothin’ but one thing to say

Thank God that I’m alive
Yah, thank God
Thank God, thank God
Thank God, thank God
Yah, yah
Thank God that I’m alive

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Lil Jon – Alive (feat. Offset & 2 Chainz) (Lyric Video)

[Verse 1: Lil Jon]
Wake up in the mornin’ feelin’ live
God must be really on my side
Got the baddest bitch up by my side
Cash make the pussy come alive
Everybody know I set the vibe
Bet I’ll steal your bitch like it’s a crime
All my niggas come from doin’ time
Hands in the air, we testify

[Chorus: Lil Jon]
Thank God that I’m alive (woo)
I’ve been poppin’ all my life (woo)
It’s like my birthday every night (woo)
I’ve been poppin’ all my life (woo)
Thank God that I’m alive (woo)
I’ve been poppin’ all my life (woo)
It’s like my birthday every night (woo)
I’ve been poppin’ all my life (woo)
Thank God that I’m alive (woo)

[Verse 2: Offset & Lil Jon]
Offset!
Ooh, thankin’ the Lord I’m alive (God)
Your diamonds not lookin’ alive (dead)
Bentley truck swervin’, it’s wide (skrrt)
Heard you be talkin’ to 12 (who?)
But I do not fuck with them guys (no)
First time I seen me a bale (bale)
I thought it was gold in my eyes (yes)
The coupe all red inside (ooh)
Duplex, shawty outside (ooh)
We not feelin’ your vibe (yeah)
Nigga played out, retired (retired)
Niggas out here ain’t true (nah)
Two-door coupe, no roof (skrrt, skrrt)
Spikes on the back of my shoe (spikes)
You got more money than who? (Who?)
Christian Dior on my boo (Dior)
Real niggas gon’ salute (salute)
Drip in that like the juice (drip)
Molly with the Henny boost (ooh)
You’re lookin’ at the biggest group (who?)
I’m lookin’ at the biggest boobs (ooh)
Lookin’ at the biggest diamonds
That I put up in my mama’s hula hoops (boogers)
You niggas really out of style now (style)
Bitches really need to bow down (bow)
Migo Gang is a cash cow
Lay down the track, get the bags out (woo)
Handguns and the mags out
It’s time for the birds, take a bath now (brrr)
Smokin’ cookie, ’bout to pass out (cookie)
Come to the Nawf, got the bags out

[Chorus: Lil Jon]
Thank God that I’m alive (woo)
I’ve been poppin’ all my life (woo)
It’s like my birthday every night (woo)
I’ve been poppin’ all my life (woo)
Thank God that I’m alive (woo)
I’ve been poppin’ all my life (woo)
It’s like my birthday every night (woo)
I’ve been poppin’ all my life (woo)
Thank God that I’m alive (woo)

[Verse 3: 2 Chainz]
Yeah, yeah, 2 Chainz! Yeah
Rick James, show your titties, it’s a celebration
Stuntin’, I wore a mink to my graduation (yeah)
F-F-Fuck the world, I think it’s ovulatin’ (okay)
If you ain’t gettin’ money, what’s your occupation? (Tell ’em)
Check my DNA, the A and K’ll wet ya, boy
Woo! I think I’m carryin’ a Nature Boy
A lot of flavor, boy, I’m all about my paper, boy (paper)
Went to L.A. and tried to smoke an acre, boy (loud)
Can’t relate to noise, bumpin’ like a canker sore (bump)
I told her, "Go to Hell, leave your shoes at the door" (damn)
Yeah (yeah,) this the life I chose (chose)
Nigga, look at me, I look right on hoes

[Chorus: Lil Jon & 2 Chainz]
Thank God that I’m alive (woo)
Yah
I’ve been poppin’ all my life (woo)
I’ve been poppin’ all my life
It’s like my birthday every night (woo)
Every mothafuckin’ night, nigga
I’ve been poppin’ all my life (woo)
Poppin’, poppin’, poppin’ bottles
Thank God that I’m alive (woo)

[Bridge: Lil Jon]
I am so grateful, I am so grateful
I’m in the club vibin’, and I’m so thankful
I got them bands on me, she got her hands on me
She did a dance on me, she put that thing on me
Shawty you wilder than a mothafucka
Damn, woo, I ain’t got nothin’ but one thing to say

[Outro: Lil Jon & 2 Chainz]
Thank God that I’m alive
Yah, thank God
Thank God, thank God
Thank God, thank God
Yah, yah
Thank God that I’m alive

Jimmy Prime – Moscow Mule (Bleeding Bull Album)

[Intro]
What about, what about you?
Ooh ooh
You, ooh, ay
Prime forever
Yeah

[Verse 1]
You know I’m tryna get that coochie yah
You know I love the way it’s Gucci yah
But I ain’t tryna be too pushy, no
Just tell me when it’s Gucci, when it’s good to go
Where you going lil mama?
I’m tryna pull up with you
Let’s hit up Neimans
I’m down to fuck up the store with you
I got a fetish for stunning women in denim
She a one on one she like the number eleven
She got on Burberry that make me wanna rip it off
I’m sipping lean it help me balance out the addy
She on the purp she like to mix it with the xannies
I got the bars I let her pop ’em like they candies
You can never see me with no randies
I break bread with my brothers that’s a family
Prime forever you know we like Roc-A-Fella
It’s Jimmaveli, yeah tell me who do it better
Codeine dripping on my Christian Dior
I’m just tryna get my foot through the door
I know they watch ’cause the Rolex watches
The foreign cars and the Audemar boxes

[Hook]
But I just poured the red in the soda
I don’t know why they pulled me over
I think they hate me ’cause the color of my skin
She wanna fuck me ’cause the places that I’ve been
Forty acres and a Moscow Mule
I’m living good nigga what about you?
Forty acres and a Moscow Mule
I’m living good nigga what about, what about you?

[Verse 2]
Hit up Harlem pull up on the stoops
Hit up Cali feelin’ like I’m Snoop
Drop the roof on the coupé whoop de whoop
Go MIA and I feel like Uncle Lou
I’m in a blue Mercedes rolling down a dirt road
Headed to a place you’ve never seen
Ain’t nothing wrong with that strong ace and medicine
Let’s get it popping your number one option
Jimmy the bull, I’m bleeding
Pour up a four like the seasons
I’m ’bout to freeze it, yeah
I bet that please her
Let her taste the sauce a little just to tease her

[Hook]
But I just poured the red in the soda
I don’t know why they pulled me over
I think they hate me ’cause the color of my skin
She wanna fuck me ’cause the places that I’ve been
Forty acres and a Moscow Mule
I’m living good nigga what about you?
Forty acres and a Moscow Mule
I’m living good nigga what about what about you?

Oo, oo
You, you, yeah

Jimmy Prime – Digital Money (Bleeding Bull Album)

[Verse 1]
She don’t wan’ fuck for the minimum
She just tryna fuck with some criminals
Mobsters and bosses and generals
She not tryna give up that na na na na
For no free 99
Open your eyes and start freeing your mind
Would you try make a mil off of retail
Shed the details on real detail
Run up the digital money
Gotta keep checking the email
Where’s the females?
Too much G mails
Pull up the bag on you dumbos
Bands too big for my pants they on jumbo
Skinny jeans with the ripped holes
Think they Rick Owens, I got so many
I don’ sold plenty, I don’ pour plenty
Split my soul plenty
All for your loyalty
The family all royalty
Put my daughter in Christian Dior
Gotta keep all ten toes to the floor
I always knew I wanted more
Jimmy the young bleeding bull
Jimmy the young bleeding bull

[Chorus]
Don’t you know I try
Don’t you know how I
Care so much I die
Need you by my side
Don’t you know I try
Don’t you know how I
Care so much I die
Need you by my side

Young Dolph – Whole Lot

[Hook]
I got a whole lot of guap
Lot of pussies hatin’, tell them I said don’t stop
I got a whole lot of cars
Bad bitches love rich niggas, I swear to God
I smoke a whole lot of weed
I got two white girls at the Four Seasons on their knees
I sold a whole lot of bags
I think I need to slow it down, I’m livin’ too fast

[Verse 1]
One coupe, two coupes, three coupes, no roof
What I’m rockin’, Versace snow boots
I’m ballin’, they mad, I hit the blunt and laugh
I fucked your bitch, I’m sorry, my bad
Christian Dior, my bitch, she spoiled
I’m pourin’ up Act in a Rolls Royce
Big diamonds, big, timin’
One truck, two trucks, my shooters behind me
One milly, two milly, three milly, four
Go get the money, nigga go
Got paper on my motherfucking mind
Your baby momma on my motherfucking line

[Hook]
I got a whole lot of guap
Lot of pussies hatin’, tell them I said don’t stop
I got a whole lot of cars
Bad bitches love rich niggas, I swear to God
I smoke a whole lot of weed
I got two white girls at the Four Seasons on their knees
I sold a whole lot of bags
I think I need to slow it down, I’m livin’ too fast

[Verse 2]
Pull up, jump out, something foreign
Got too high, woke up, forgot where I was this morning
Young nigga, ballin’, NBA
Ask her do she wants some keys and shot her in her face
A lot of whips, a lot of ice
A lot of chips, I’m livin’ life
Mercedes Benz 600, parked outside of Benihanas
400 thousand in my backpack and a half of P
She call me, I text her, I’m on the way
These niggas, they fake, they hate, I’m paid

[Hook]
I got a whole lot of guap
Lot of pussies hatin’, tell them I said don’t stop
I got a whole lot of cars
Bad bitches love rich niggas, I swear to God
I smoke a whole lot of weed
I got two white girls at the Four Seasons on their knees
I sold a whole lot of bags
I think I need to slow it down, I’m livin’ too fast

Young Dolph – Whole Lot (Gelato Album)

[Hook]
I got a whole lot of guap
Lot of pussies hatin’, tell them I said don’t stop
I got a whole lot of cars
Bad bitches love rich niggas, I swear to God
I smoke a whole lot of weed
I got two white girls at the Four Seasons on their knees
I sold a whole lot of bags
I think I need to slow it down, I’m livin’ too fast

[Verse 1]
One coupe, two coupes, three coupes, no roof
What I’m rockin’, Versace snow boots
I’m ballin’, they mad, I hit the blunt and laugh
I fucked your bitch, I’m sorry, my bad
Christian Dior, my bitch, she spoiled
I’m pourin’ up Act in a Rolls Royce
Big diamonds, big, timin’
One truck, two trucks, my shooters behind me
One milly, two milly, three milly, four
Go get the money, nigga go
Got paper on my motherfucking mind
Your baby momma on my motherfucking line

[Hook]
I got a whole lot of guap
Lot of pussies hatin’, tell them I said don’t stop
I got a whole lot of cars
Bad bitches love rich niggas, I swear to God
I smoke a whole lot of weed
I got two white girls at the Four Seasons on their knees
I sold a whole lot of bags
I think I need to slow it down, I’m livin’ too fast

[Verse 2]
Pull up, jump out, something foreign
Got too high, woke up, forgot where I was this morning
Young nigga, ballin’, NBA
Ask her do she wants some keys and shot her in her face
A lot of whips, a lot of ice
A lot of chips, I’m livin’ life
Mercedes Benz 600, parked outside of Benihanas
400 thousand in my backpack and a half of P
She call me, I text her, I’m on the way
These niggas, they fake, they hate, I’m paid

[Hook]
I got a whole lot of guap
Lot of pussies hatin’, tell them I said don’t stop
I got a whole lot of cars
Bad bitches love rich niggas, I swear to God
I smoke a whole lot of weed
I got two white girls at the Four Seasons on their knees
I sold a whole lot of bags
I think I need to slow it down, I’m livin’ too fast

Young Dolph – Whole Lot Lyrics

[Hook]
I got a whole lot of guap
Lot of pussies hatin’, tell them I said don’t stop
I got a whole lot of cars
Bad bitches love rich niggas, I swear to God
I smoke a whole lot of weed
I got two white girls at the Four Seasons on their knees
I sold a whole lot of bags
I think I need to slow it down, I’m livin’ too fast

[Verse 1]
One coupe, two coupes, three coupes, no roof
What I’m rockin’, Versace snow boots
I’m ballin’, they mad, I hit the blunt and laugh
I fucked your bitch, I’m sorry, my bad
Christian Dior, my bitch, she spoiled
I’m pourin’ up Act in a Rolls Royce
Big diamonds, big, timin’
One truck, two trucks, my shooters behind me
One milly, two milly, three milly, four
Go get the money, nigga go
Got paper on my motherfucking mind
Your baby momma on my motherfucking line

[Hook]
I got a whole lot of guap
Lot of pussies hatin’, tell them I said don’t stop
I got a whole lot of cars
Bad bitches love rich niggas, I swear to God
I smoke a whole lot of weed
I got two white girls at the Four Seasons on their knees
I sold a whole lot of bags
I think I need to slow it down, I’m livin’ too fast

[Verse 2]
Pull up, jump out, something foreign
Got too high, woke up, forgot where I was this morning
Young nigga, ballin’, NBA
Ask her do she wants some keys and shot her in her face
A lot of whips, a lot of ice
A lot of chips, I’m livin’ life
Mercedes Benz 600, parked outside of Benihanas
400 thousand in my backpack and a half of P
She call me, I text her, I’m on the way
These niggas, they fake, they hate, I’m paid

[Hook]
I got a whole lot of guap
Lot of pussies hatin’, tell them I said don’t stop
I got a whole lot of cars
Bad bitches love rich niggas, I swear to God
I smoke a whole lot of weed
I got two white girls at the Four Seasons on their knees
I sold a whole lot of bags
I think I need to slow it down, I’m livin’ too fast