Azizi Gibson – Barbie lyrics

[NOT FULL]

[Hook]
Imma do it ’til I die, ’til I’m down
They say what goes up must come down
But we never comin’ down
Now I’m on fire, look who’s hot now
Soon as you think your up, imma shut your shit down
You already know

[Verse 1]
Everybody wanna be gangstas, everybody wanna be gangstas, yeah
Everybody wanna be gangstas, everybody wanna be gangstas, yeah
Everybody wanna be gangstas, everybody wanna be gangstas, yeah
Everybody wanna be gangstas, when they know they really don’t [?] us

Would you die for what you rep?
Would you talk the heat around when

Are you the one who’s gonna send them to hell?

Okay now, niggas really wanna be ganstas, niggas really wanna be gangstas

Expose these niggas for some phonies, make ‘em cry to they mommies

Oh I’m started to understand you motherfuckin’ niggas now
Very well, All up on the Social Network all tough and shit actin’ like Hulk Hogan

[Hook]
Imma do it ’til I die, ’til I’m down
They say what goes up must come down
But we never comin’ down
Now I’m on fire, look who’s hot now
Soon as you think your up, imma shut your shit down
You already know

[Verse 2]
We was sitting outside, waiting for the motherfucker to pull up in the ride

Rae Sremmurd – Powerglide lyrics

Yeah, Yeah Yeah
*Mike WiLL Made-It*
Yeah, Yeah Yeahh
*Mally Mall*
Oh, Oh, Oh
Oh, Oh
*Ear Drummers*
Yeah, hoe

[Chorus: Swae Lee]
What’s in ya’ mug? Toasted up, no I ain’t hostin’
Kush all in my lap because these hoes don’t want to roll it
I was sliding in the lamb’ with the power glide (oh)
Slime green paint, peanut butter inside (oh)
She wanna f*ck, speak up
Comin’ out her clothes (oh)
I’m in wonderland when she comin’ down the poll (whoa)
And I don’t care if she take all of mine (oh)
Like it ain’t sh*t but a dollar sign

[Verse 1: Swae Lee]
Diamonds unthawed
Coming in froze (froze)
Got too many girls to let one of them go (oh)
When I make a purchase, I can’t wait to showboat (oh)
If she bad I put a pinky ring on snow globe
I’ma have that n*gger on lock like Hulk Hogan (yeah)
She was going up and down the pole like yo-yo (down)
You can say I’m greedy ’cause I always want more (more)
I don’t f*ck with [?] ’cause they with some slow-pokes (lame)
Oh, money on monsoon
Baby girl full moon (ay)
Yeah these niggas with some money [?]
She don’t she stop, pedigrees, now they clueless
Oh, they balling like Mutombo, yeah
Much cleaner than your tool kits, woah
Can you believe every night we do this, yeah

[Chorus: Swae Lee]
What’s in ya’ mug? Toasted up, no I ain’t hostin’
Kush all in my lap because these hoes don’t want to roll it
I was sliding in the lamb’ with the power glide (oh)
Slime green paint, peanut butter inside (oh)
She wanna f*ck, speak up
Coming out her clothes (oh)
I’m in wonderland when she comin’ down the poll (whoa)
And I don’t care if she take all of mine (oh)
Like it ain’t sh*t but a dollar sign

[Verse 2: Swae Lee]
Hold up, Imma’ go and spend that money soon (hold up)
I don’t care if she had a man, so? (man)
Pedicure gang get your fingernails did
With no shame flips that ass like heads or tails (tails)
And she finer than a motherlover (lover)
Can I hit that ass like a bullseye? (hit)
She gon’ suck like a bloodsucker (woo)
My feet higher than a motherf*cker
Oh, I hear you like fast cash (fast cash)
Oh, You know I got the hots for you (I’ve got the hots)
I’m being reckless, so I cash in
She said, “I only wanna dance for you”
We have no mercy for you, no (no)
Me and my niggas closer than in-laws (than in-laws)
Fuck an interview she know the answer (answer)
Prototype cars not a Jaguar, aaah!

[Chorus: Swae Lee]
What’s in ya’ mug? Toasted up, no I ain’t hostin’
Kush all in my lap because these hoes don’t want to roll it
I was sliding in the lamb’ with the power glide (oh)
Slime green paint, peanut butter inside (oh)
She wanna f*ck, speak up
Coming out her clothes (oh)
I’m in wonderland when she comin’ down the poll (whoa)
And I don’t care if she take all of mine (oh)
Like it ain’t sh*t but a dollar sign

[Verse 3: Slim Jxmmi]
Duck sauce on my feet, hoe
Pass around the pre-rolleds
Rollie on my chain
Flava Flav with the Steez, hoe
Kush residue on my jeans
I blow hella dope
And them classy Reeboks
Whiter than snow
And a nigga be dressin’
Walkin’ ’round, who just steppin’?
Unintentional flexin’
Tryna send out a message
Money walk with the [?]
Shake that ass wit’ ya bestie
Seein’ stars in the rental
Got your broad in the rental?
20k in AOD
And it’s just me and my kinfolk?
Tryna send a girl to college
I ain’t coppin’ no [?]?
Say her birthday late July
Yeah, that means she a Leo?
Might just leave with me tonight
But that don’t mean she a freak hoe
Fuck with dancers and models
Shout out them girls who get dollars
Shawty came from the bottom
Yeah, shout out Keisha bottoms
Couple cases of Rose
Came out to me with the [?]
I pour up for all the girls
But I’ma drink out the bottles

[Chorus: Swae Lee]
What’s in ya’ mug? Toasted up, no I ain’t hostin’
Kush all in my lap because these hoes don’t want to roll it
I was sliding in the lamb’ with the power glide (oh)
Slime green paint, peanut butter inside (oh)
She wanna f*ck, speak up
Coming out her clothes (oh)
I’m in wonderland when she comin’ down the poll (whoa)
And I don’t care if she take all of mine (oh)
Like it ain’t sh*t but a dollar sign

[Verse 4: Juicy J]
She got that million dollar n*gger
But I get it for the free
She like to do a lot of snow
I told that bitch to come and ski
Shawty bad
She can get it
She can swallow
She can spit it
Bring her friend
If she with it
On the pole
Got her splitted
In the bed
Or the Lamb
Got your bitch
Suckin’ dick
On the ‘Gram
V12 helped me get up out the jam
Trunk full of slam
R.I.P Lil Peep
I gotta slow down on them Xans (hey)
Just had a ménage (hey)
Back seat of my Benz (hey)
Put that sh*t on camera (hey)
She squirted on the lens (hey)
Then she told me put it on her chinny chin-chin (hey)
Pocket full of nothin’ but them Benjy Franklins (hey)
With the gang posted up (up)
Puttin’ numbers up (up)
Bitch, want me that check first
I don’t wanna f*ck (yeah)
They say it’s cuffing season
Baby, you ain’t good enough (nope)
She want a real nigga
Dog, you ain’t hood enough

[Chorus: Swae Lee]
What’s in ya’ mug? Toasted up, no I ain’t hostin’
Kush all in my lap because these hoes don’t want to roll it
I was sliding in the lamb’ with the power glide (oh)
Slime green paint, peanut butter inside (oh)
She wanna f*ck, speak up
Coming out her clothes (oh)
I’m in wonderland when she comin’ down the poll (whoa)
And I don’t care if she take all of mine (oh)
Like it ain’t sh*t but a dollar sign

D.R.A.M. – Broccoli (feat. Lil Yachty)

[Intro: D.R.A.M.]
Ain’t no tellin’ what I’m finna be on
I’m beyond all that fuck shit

[Verse 1: Lil Yachty]
Hey lil’ mama, would you like to be my sunshine?
Nigga touch my gang we gon’ turn this shit to Columbine
Ice on my neck cost me ten times three
Thirty thousand dollars for a nigga to get flee
I just hit Rodéo and I spent like ten Gs
I just did a show and spent the check on my mama
When I go on vacay I might rent out the Bahamas
And I keep like ten phones, damn I’m really never home
All these niggas clones tryna copy what I’m on
Nigga get your own, tryna pick a nigga bone
Word to brother Skip, boy I had a good day
Metro PCS trappin’ boy I’m making plays
Fifty shades of grey, beat that pussy like Hulk Hogan
I know you know my slogan, if it ain’t ’bout guap I’m gone
Niggas hatin’ cause I’m chosen from the concrete I had rose
Shawty starin’ at my necklace cause my diamonds really froze
Put that dick up in her pussy bet she feel it in her toes
I’m a real young nigga from the six throwing bows
I’m a real young nigga from the six throwing bows
Real young nigga from the six throwing bows
[Hook: D.R.A.M.]
In the middle of the party bitch get off me
In the cut I’m rolling up my broccoli
Ya I know your baby mama fond of me
All she want to do is smoke that broccoli
Whispered in my ear she trying to leave with me
Said that I can get that pussy easily
Said that I can hit that shit so greasily
I’m a dirty dog I did it sleazily

[Bridge: D.R.A.M.]
Ain’t no tellin’ what I’m finna be on
I’m beyond all that fuck shit
Ain’t no tellin’ what I’m finna be on
I’m beyond all that fuck shit

[Verse 2: D.R.A.M.]
I got companies and Pesos
I got people on my payroll
She don’t do it ‘less I say so
I don’t smoke if it ain’t fuego
I should sauce ’em up like Prego
Fettucini with Alfredo
All I wanted was the fame and every game they made on Sega
I was five or six years old when I had told myself ok you’re special
But I treat you like my equal never lesser
I was twenty-six years old when we had dropped this one amazing record
Had the world stepping
That’s what I call epic
Couple summers later I got paper
I acquired taste for salmon on a bagel
With the capers on a square plate
At the restaurant with the why you got to stare face
To know I either ball or I record over the snare and bass
Rapper face, dread headed
Golden diamond teeth wearing
They just mad cause I got that cheese bitch I keep dairy
Turnt up in the party getting lit to Yachty
With a Spanish Barbie word to my mami

[Hook: D.R.A.M.]
In the middle of the party bitch get off me
In the cut I’m rolling up my broccoli
Ya I know your baby mama fond of me
All she want to do is smoke that broccoli
(That weed that weed)
Whispered in my ear she trying to leave with me
(She wanna fuck)
Said that I can get that pussy easily
(I’m gonna fuck)
Said I can hit that shit so greasily
I’m a dirty dog I did it sleazily

D.R.A.M. – Broccoli (On MTV Wonderland) (Live)

Ain’t no tellin’ what I’m finna be on
I’m beyond all that fuck shit, hey
Hey lil’ mama would you like to be my sunshine?
Nigga touch my gang we gon’ turn this shit to Columbine
Ice on my neck cost me 10 times 3
30, 000 dollars for a nigga to get flee
I just hit Rodéo and I spent like 10 Gs
I just did a show and spent the check on my mama
When I go on vacay I might rent out the Bahamas
And I keep like 10 phones, damn I’m really never home
All these niggas clones tryna copy what I’m on
Nigga get your own, tryna pick a nigga bone
Weight tip the scale, boy I had a good day
Metro PCS trappin’ boy I’m making plays
50 shades of grey, beat that pussy like Hulk Hogan
I know you know my slogan, if I ain’t ’bout guap I’m gone
Niggas hatin’ ’cause I’m chosen from the concrete I had rose
Shawty starin’ at my necklace cause my diamonds really froze
Put that dick up in her pussy bet she feel it in her toes
I’m a real young nigga from the 6 throwing bows
I’m a real young nigga from the 6 throwing bows
Real young nigga from the 6 throwing bows
In the middle of the party bitch get off me
In the cut I’m rolling up my broccoli
Ya I know your baby mama fond of me
All she want to do is smoke that broccoli
Whispered in my ear she trying to leave with me
Said that I can get that pussy easily
Said that I can hit that shit so greasily
I’m a dirty dog I did it sleazily
Ain’t no tellin’ what I’m finna be on
I’m beyond all that fuck shit
Ain’t no tellin’ what I’m finna be on
Said I’m beyond all that fuck shit
I got companies and Pesos
I got people on my payroll
She don’t do it ‘less I say so
I don’t smoke if it ain’t fuego
I just sauce ’em up like Prego
Fettuchini with Alfredo
All I wanted was the fame and every game they made on Sega
I was 5 or 6 years old when I had told myself ok you’re special
But I treat you like my equal never lesser
I was 26 years old when we had dropped this one amazing record
Had the world stepping
That’s what I call epic
Couple summers later I got paper
I acquired taste for salmon on a bagel
With the capers on a square plate
At the restaurant with the why you got to stare face
To know I either ball or I record over the snare and bass
Rapper face, dread headed
Golden diamond teeth wearing
They just mad ’cause I got that cheese bitch I keep dairy
Turnt up in the party getting lit to Yachty
With a Spanish Barbie word to my mami
In the middle of the party bitch get off me
In the cut I’m rolling up my broccoli
Ya I know your baby mama fond of me
All she want to do is smoke that broccoli
Whispered in my ear she trying to leave with me
(She wanna fuck)
Said that I can get that pussy easily
(I’m gonna fuck)
Said I can hit that shit so greasily
I’m a dirty dog I did it sleazily

D.R.A.M. – Broccoli (On The Conan Show) (Live) letras

Ain’t no tellin’ what I’m finna be on
I’m beyond all that fuck shit, hey
Hey lil’ mama would you like to be my sunshine?
Nigga touch my gang we gon’ turn this shit to Columbine
Ice on my neck cost me 10 times 3
30, 000 dollars for a nigga to get flee
I just hit Rodéo and I spent like 10 Gs
I just did a show and spent the check on my mama
When I go on vacay I might rent out the Bahamas
And I keep like 10 phones, damn I’m really never home
All these niggas clones tryna copy what I’m on
Nigga get your own, tryna pick a nigga bone
Weight tip the scale, boy I had a good day
Metro PCS trappin’ boy I’m making plays
50 shades of grey, beat that pussy like Hulk Hogan
I know you know my slogan, if I ain’t ’bout guap I’m gone
Niggas hatin’ ’cause I’m chosen from the concrete I had rose
Shawty starin’ at my necklace cause my diamonds really froze
Put that dick up in her pussy bet she feel it in her toes
I’m a real young nigga from the 6 throwing bows
I’m a real young nigga from the 6 throwing bows
Real young nigga from the 6 throwing bows
In the middle of the party bitch get off me
In the cut I’m rolling up my broccoli
Ya I know your baby mama fond of me
All she want to do is smoke that broccoli
Whispered in my ear she trying to leave with me
Said that I can get that pussy easily
Said that I can hit that shit so greasily
I’m a dirty dog I did it sleazily
Ain’t no tellin’ what I’m finna be on
I’m beyond all that fuck shit
Ain’t no tellin’ what I’m finna be on
Said I’m beyond all that fuck shit
I got companies and Pesos
I got people on my payroll
She don’t do it ‘less I say so
I don’t smoke if it ain’t fuego
I just sauce ’em up like Prego
Fettuchini with Alfredo
All I wanted was the fame and every game they made on Sega
I was 5 or 6 years old when I had told myself ok you’re special
But I treat you like my equal never lesser
I was 26 years old when we had dropped this one amazing record
Had the world stepping
That’s what I call epic
Couple summers later I got paper
I acquired taste for salmon on a bagel
With the capers on a square plate
At the restaurant with the why you got to stare face
To know I either ball or I record over the snare and bass
Rapper face, dread headed
Golden diamond teeth wearing
They just mad ’cause I got that cheese bitch I keep dairy
Turnt up in the party getting lit to Yachty
With a Spanish Barbie word to my mami
In the middle of the party bitch get off me
In the cut I’m rolling up my broccoli
Ya I know your baby mama fond of me
All she want to do is smoke that broccoli
Whispered in my ear she trying to leave with me
(She wanna fuck)
Said that I can get that pussy easily
(I’m gonna fuck)
Said I can hit that shit so greasily
I’m a dirty dog I did it sleazily

Big Baby – Broccoli lyrics

Ain’t no telling what I’m finna be on
I’m beyond all that fuck shit

Hey lil mama would you like to be my sunshine?
Nigga touch my gang we gon turn this shit to Columbine
Ice on my neck cost me 10 times 3
30, 000 dollars for a nigga to get flee
I just hit Rodeo and I spent like 10 Gs
I just did a show and spent the check on my mama
When I go on vacay I might rent out the Bahamas
And I keep like 10 phones, damn I’m really never home
All these niggas clones tryna copy what I’m on
Nigga get your own, tryna pick a nigga bone
Way to Brother Skip, boy I had a good day
Metro PCS trapping boy I’m making plays
50 shades of grey, beat that pussy like Hulk Hogan
I know you know my slogan, if I ain’t bout guap I’m gone
Niggas hating cause I’m chosen from the concrete that I rose
Shawty staring at my necklace cause my diamonds really froze
Put that dick up in her pussy bet she feel it in her toes
I’m a real young nigga from the 6 throwing bows
I’m a real young nigga from the 6 throwing bows
Real young nigga from the 6 throwing bows

In the middle of the party bitch get off me
In the cut I’m rolling up my broccoli
Ya I know your baby mama fond of me
All she want to do is smoke that broccoli
Whispered in my ear she trying to leave with me
Said that I can get that pussy easily
Said that I can hit that shit so greasily
I’m a dirty dog I did it sleazily

Ain’t no telling what I’m finna be on
I’m beyond all that fuck shit
Ain’t no telling what I’m finna be on
I’m beyond all that fuck shit

I got companies and Pesos
I got people on my payroll
She don’t do it less I say so
I don’t smoke if it ain’t fuego
I just sauce em up like Prego
Fettuchini with Alfredo
All I wanted was the fame and every game they made on Sega
I was 5 or 6 years old when I had told myself ok you’re special
But I treat you like my equal never lesser
I was 26 years old when we had dropped this one amazing record
Had the world stepping
That’s what I call epic
Couple summers later I got paper
I acquired taste for salmon on a bagel
With the capers on a square plate
At the restaurant with the why you got to stare face
To know I either ball or I record over the snare and bass
Rapper face, dread headed
Golden diamond teeth wearing
They just mad cause I got that cheese bitch I keep dairy
Turnt up in the party getting lit to Yachty
With a Spanish Barbie word to my mommy

In the middle of the party bitch get off me
In the cut I’m rolling up my broccoli
Ya I know your baby mama fond of me
All she want to do is smoke that broccoli
Whispered in my ear she trying to leave with me
Said that I can get that pussy easily
Said that I can hit that shit so greasily
I’m a dirty dog I did it sleazily

Dae Dae – Paper Cutz

[Intro]
20 fucking paper cuts, my shit got sores now

[Hook]
All these fucking paper cuts, my shit got sores now
All these swagger jacker dick riders holding on me
Like ice when I drink, shit get watery
Whoopty-whoop her best friend slide on your daughter bitch
Mickey mouse my kid cover when they sleeping shit
Different color riding stoner shit not easter bitch
Fugazi on your wrist, boy that’s not nothing
Toupe, RIP man that’s my nigga
[Verse 1]
On Tuesdays I’m still fucking hoes at Onyx
Don’t do that, I’m still having racks lil mama
Yeah I’m cool lying with my feet, I’m playing numbers
I’m so stupid I spent a 60 on that Cutlass, woah
I’m sick ho, I don’t make sense
I just say that shit you basic bitch
I can’t stand that bitch
Purse on me, I get so focused
I go Hulk Hogan
When that syrup on I move so slowly
I just told my partner that

[Hook]
All these fucking paper cuts, my shit got sores now
All these swagger jacker dick riders holding on me
Like ice when I drink, shit get watery
Whoopty-whoop her best friend slide on your daughter bitch
Mickey mouse my kid cover when they sleeping shit
Different color riding stoner shit not easter bitch
Fugazi on your wrist, boy that’s not nothing
Toupe, RIP man that’s my nigga

[Verse 2]
I’m so crazy I stuffed 50 in my britches
Yesterday ho, I spent 20 out in Lenox
My mama start tripping, I said go with all that bitchin
My ex start tripping, want me fuck her on her period
I’m like no-no-no lil bitch
I got real bad bitches wanna fuck me for a nick
All this swag, all this juice, I gave your favorite rapper that shit
RIP Bankroll Fresh, the real trapper in this bitch

[Hook]
All these fucking paper cuts, my shit got sores now
All these swagger jacker dick riders holding on me
Like ice when I drink, shit get watery
Whoopty-whoop her best friend slide on your daughter bitch
Mickey mouse my kid cover when they sleeping shit
Different color riding stoner shit not easter bitch
Fugazy on your wrist, boy that’s not nothing
Toupe, RIP man that’s my nigga

[Outro]
Mickey mouse my kid cover when they sleeping shit
Different color riding stoner shit not easter bitch
Fugazi on your wrist, boy that’s not nothing
Toupe, RIP man that’s my nigga
I’m so crazy I stuffed 50 in my britches
Yesterday ho, I spent 20 out in Linux

Dae Dae – Paper Cutz Lyrics

[Intro]
20 fucking paper cuts, my shit got sores now

[Hook]
All these fucking paper cuts, my shit got sores now
All these swagger jacker dick riders holding on me
Like ice when I drink, shit get watery
Whoopty-whoop her best friend slide on your daughter bitch
Mickey mouse my kid cover when they sleeping shit
Different color riding stoner shit not easter bitch
Fugazi on your wrist, boy that’s not nothing
Toupe, RIP man that’s my nigga
[Verse 1]
On Tuesdays I’m still fucking hoes at Onyx
Don’t do that, I’m still having racks lil mama
Yeah I’m cool lying with my feet, I’m playing numbers
I’m so stupid I spent a 60 on that Cutlass, woah
I’m sick ho, I don’t make sense
I just say that shit you basic bitch
I can’t stand that bitch
Purse on me, I get so focused
I go Hulk Hogan
When that syrup on I move so slowly
I just told my partner that

[Hook]
All these fucking paper cuts, my shit got sores now
All these swagger jacker dick riders holding on me
Like ice when I drink, shit get watery
Whoopty-whoop her best friend slide on your daughter bitch
Mickey mouse my kid cover when they sleeping shit
Different color riding stoner shit not easter bitch
Fugazi on your wrist, boy that’s not nothing
Toupe, RIP man that’s my nigga

[Verse 2]
I’m so crazy I stuffed 50 in my britches
Yesterday ho, I spent 20 out in Lenox
My mama start tripping, I said go with all that bitchin
My ex start tripping, want me fuck her on her period
I’m like no-no-no lil bitch
I got real bad bitches wanna fuck me for a nick
All this swag, all this juice, I gave your favorite rapper that shit
RIP Bankroll Fresh, the real trapper in this bitch

[Hook]
All these fucking paper cuts, my shit got sores now
All these swagger jacker dick riders holding on me
Like ice when I drink, shit get watery
Whoopty-whoop her best friend slide on your daughter bitch
Mickey mouse my kid cover when they sleeping shit
Different color riding stoner shit not easter bitch
Fugazy on your wrist, boy that’s not nothing
Toupe, RIP man that’s my nigga

[Outro]
Mickey mouse my kid cover when they sleeping shit
Different color riding stoner shit not easter bitch
Fugazi on your wrist, boy that’s not nothing
Toupe, RIP man that’s my nigga
I’m so crazy I stuffed 50 in my britches
Yesterday ho, I spent 20 out in Linux