Shoreline Mafia – Bathing Ape Lyrics

[Intro: Ohgeesy]
Bathing Ape, on my clothes (On my clothes)
I get face, from all these hoes (All these hoes)
In the Wraith, I’m pourin’ fours (Pourin’ fours)
In the spot, you know we tote them
Ron-Ron, do that shit
AceTheFace

[Chorus: Ohgeesy]
Bathing Ape, on my clothes
I get face, from all these hoes
In the Wraith, I’m pourin’ fours
If I’m in the spot, you know we tote them poles
Bathing Ape, on my clothes
I get face, from all these hoes
In the Wraith, I’m pourin’ fours
If I’m in the spot, you know we tote them poles

[Verse 1: Ohgeesy]
Bathing Ape, I rock FTP ski
BB belt, ain’t no way you can’t see me
Drip so hard, all these niggas wanna be me
I don’t got time, don’t care you wanna see me
She a ho but she giving out them freebies
See them 304’s don’t do that shit to me, see
I go upside her head, this movie ain’t no PG
I go upside her head, this movie ain’t no PG
I’m rated R, just bought a car
She like, “Who you think you is?” Bitch, I’m a star
Stuck off a bar, higher than Mars
Told a nigga pull up but I said, “You kinda far”
I can serve the cocaine, I can serve the tar
But them pressed pills, that’s what got a nigga far
Fuck the rap game, what I wanna sell is raw
Fuck the rap game, what I wanna sell is raw

[Chorus: Ohgeesy]
Bathing Ape, on my clothes
I get face, from all these hoes
In the Wraith, I’m pourin’ fours
If I’m in the spot, you know we tote them poles
Bathing Ape, on my clothes
I get face, from all these hoes
In the Wraith, I’m pourin’ fours
If I’m in the spot, you know we tote them poles

[Verse 2: Fenix Flexin]
Damn, the plug walked in and it’s me, nigga
Swear I got enough bread to eat for three niggas
We ain’t fuckin’ ‘less this bitch gon’ bring a fee with her
I’ll be screamin’, “Free my niggas,” ’til they free nigga
I’m a dopeboy, I stack money from the floor, boy
Oh boy, caught this nigga at the store, boy
I poured a four then scraped the bowl, I’m tryna get all the extras
I’ma get her off the molly, keep it real, she a tester
I’ma go and hit the stove, I cook it up like professors
When I pour it out the pint you know I don’t have to measure
Niggas talkin’ crazy, I ain’t feelin’ the pressure
I’ma send another note, I picked it up and went neck-up
Niggas wanna beef, to keep it real, it’s whatever
Niggas wanna slide, I hope you came with some extras
I’ma fuck his bitch, but it’s for money, no pleasure
Baby, wash your hands, this is Burberry leather

[Chorus: Ohgeesy]
Bathing Ape, on my clothes
I get face, from all these hoes
In the Wraith, I’m pourin’ fours
If I’m in the spot, you know we tote them poles
Bathing Ape, on my clothes
I get face, from all these hoes
In the Wraith, I’m pourin’ fours
If I’m in the spot, you know we tote them poles

$UICIDEBOY$ – 122 Days Lyrics

[Verse 1: RUBY DA CHERRY]
Uh, grew up on making fucking robo noise
I came, I destroy, aye
Sold out shows ’round the globe twice know I feel like a fucking viceroy, aye (I do)
Never say die, I do whatever drug, I always enter the void
But this time when I die make sure I’m buried in FTP corduroy
$uicideboy$
Most avoided, most ignored
I like the rolls down from before (I do)
Who am I, Froyd?
I’m not who I thought I was anymore

[Refrain: RUBY DA CHERRY]
I’m not, like you
I’m not, like you
I don’t want the life in hell (I’m not)
I don’t want no wife and kids (like you)
I don’t want to die in this (I’m not)
All the things they said around me (like you)
I don’t want the life in hell (I’m not)
I don’t want no fucking kids (like you)
I don’t want to die in hell (I’m not)
All the things they said around me (like you)
I don’t want the life in hell (I’m not)
I don’t want no fucking kids (like you)
I don’t want to die in this (I’m not)
All the things they said around me (like you)

[Verse 2: $LICK SLOTH]
Ask me if I’m happy, stupid motherfucking question (hold up)
No pity needed finding women; I was seven
Was sad then
Running drugs up on my bike
You know I had a weapon
And then drugs became my obsession
Nobody can say they gave me a fucking thing
Got in front of money, I’m a G-O-D, hold up
Born south side west, banging living legend
Revive your Christ, this your fucking day, right
Northside Shawty off the porch
Sippin’ dip, let’s see
Wanna quit, life overrated and shit
Everyday eating sticks, gotta wash it down
And when I wash it down, you know where this with (bitch)

[Refrain: $LICK $LOTH]
I just want some happiness
To live a normal life again (ah)
Slip right into nothing
Talk with my cousin, like he actually my cousin (I said)
I just want some happiness
Live a normal life again (ah)
Slip right into nothing
Talk to my cousin, like he actually my cousin

[Outro]
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Pouya & Fat Nick – Torch (Drop Out Of School Album)

[Hook: Pouya]
Sleeping on the couch, just trying to get it how I live
I got a few dollas on me, man I gotta get on my shit
Selling weed to my boys, to get a lease on a Porsche
All these rappers know that the Underground Underdog hold the torch
Don’t play with my money, don’t you make a stupid choice
You ain’t bout that business, you ain’t dyin’ for your boys
Pull up to the show, they hear my voice, the crowd rejoice
I’m a god baby, praise me, kiss my feet, get on your fours
Sleeping on the couch, just trying to get it how I live
I got a few dollas on me, man I gotta get on my shit
Selling weed to my boys, to get a lease on a Porsche
All these rappers know that the Underground Underdog hold the torch
Don’t play with my money, don’t you make a stupid choice
You ain’t bout that business, you ain’t dyin’ for your boys
Pull up to the show, they hear my voice, the crowd rejoice
I’m a god baby, praise me, kiss my feet, get on your fours

[Verse 1: Fat Nick]
Drink a pint a night, so all my nightmares getting worse
Pussy boy don’t want it man, this uzi dick gon’ burst
Triple six forever be my lonely soul is cursed
And I’m only gettin’ money swervin’ Porsches on the road
Bitches are twisted, keep [?]
I love when a bitch I don’t know in the game
[?]
[?]
[?]
[?] vacant
No fuck bitch I owe you no payments
For the sure, till’ there’s blood in the pavement

[Hook: Pouya]
Sleeping on the couch, just trying to get it how I live
I got a few dollas on me, man I gotta get on my shit
Selling weed to my boys, to get a lease on a Porsche
All these rappers know that the Underground Underdog hold the torch
Don’t play with my money, don’t you make a stupid choice
You ain’t bout that business, you ain’t dyin’ for your boys
Pull up to the show, they hear my voice, the crowd rejoice
I’m a god baby, praise me, kiss my feet, get on your fours

[Verse 2: Pouya]
She told me to go to hell, I told her I’m already on my way over there
Ain’t nobody care
Keep a gun on me cause life ain’t fair, I swear
These hoes wanna get to my share
Got cash on me, I’m no square
Underground Underdog, better beware when I geeked on these rappers right under their chair
Fuck you and yo mama bitch
I cannot relate little bitch
I’m sick of these faces, bitch
Everyone wanna be famous, bitch
FTP, bitch, suck my dick
Fuck around, get hit with the stick
Underground Underdog run around with a gun deep in my drawers

[Hook: Pouya]
Sleeping on the couch, just trying to get it how I live
I got a few dollas on me, man I gotta get on my shit
Selling weed to my boys, to get a lease on a Porsche
All these rappers know that the Underground Underdog hold the torch
Don’t play with my money, don’t you make a stupid choice
You ain’t bout that business, you ain’t dyin’ for your boys
Pull up to the show, they hear my voice, the crowd rejoice
I’m a god baby, praise me, kiss my feet, get on your fours

Pouya & Fat Nick – Torch

[Hook: Pouya]
Sleeping on the couch, just trying to get it how I live
I got a few dollas on me, man I gotta get on my shit
Selling weed to my boys, to get a lease on a Porsche
All these rappers know that the Underground Underdog hold the torch
Don’t play with my money, don’t you make a stupid choice
You ain’t bout that business, you ain’t dyin’ for your boys
Pull up to the show, they hear my voice, the crowd rejoice
I’m a god baby, praise me, kiss my feet, get on your fours
Sleeping on the couch, just trying to get it how I live
I got a few dollas on me, man I gotta get on my shit
Selling weed to my boys, to get a lease on a Porsche
All these rappers know that the Underground Underdog hold the torch
Don’t play with my money, don’t you make a stupid choice
You ain’t bout that business, you ain’t dyin’ for your boys
Pull up to the show, they hear my voice, the crowd rejoice
I’m a god baby, praise me, kiss my feet, get on your fours

[Verse 1: Fat Nick]
Drink a pint a night, so all my nightmares getting worse
Pussy boy don’t want it man, this uzi dick gon’ burst
Triple six forever be my lonely soul is cursed
And I’m only gettin’ money swervin’ Porsches on the road
Bitches are twisted, keep [?]
I love when a bitch I don’t know in the game
[?]
[?]
[?]
[?] vacant
No fuck bitch I owe you no payments
For the sure, till’ there’s blood in the pavement

[Hook: Pouya]
Sleeping on the couch, just trying to get it how I live
I got a few dollas on me, man I gotta get on my shit
Selling weed to my boys, to get a lease on a Porsche
All these rappers know that the Underground Underdog hold the torch
Don’t play with my money, don’t you make a stupid choice
You ain’t bout that business, you ain’t dyin’ for your boys
Pull up to the show, they hear my voice, the crowd rejoice
I’m a god baby, praise me, kiss my feet, get on your fours

[Verse 2: Pouya]
She told me to go to hell, I told her I’m already on my way over there
Ain’t nobody care
Keep a gun on me cause life ain’t fair, I swear
These hoes wanna get to my share
Got cash on me, I’m no square
Underground Underdog, better beware when I geeked on these rappers right under their chair
Fuck you and yo mama bitch
I cannot relate little bitch
I’m sick of these faces, bitch
Everyone wanna be famous, bitch
FTP, bitch, suck my dick
Fuck around, get hit with the stick
Underground Underdog run around with a gun deep in my drawers

[Hook: Pouya]
Sleeping on the couch, just trying to get it how I live
I got a few dollas on me, man I gotta get on my shit
Selling weed to my boys, to get a lease on a Porsche
All these rappers know that the Underground Underdog hold the torch
Don’t play with my money, don’t you make a stupid choice
You ain’t bout that business, you ain’t dyin’ for your boys
Pull up to the show, they hear my voice, the crowd rejoice
I’m a god baby, praise me, kiss my feet, get on your fours