Future – Crushed Up Lyrics

[Intro]
Plain jane, Jackie Chan, Richard Mille
You gon’ be the one bust it down, I can see it

[Chorus]
Diamonds in the face crushed up, I can see it (Wheezy outta here)
Diamonds in the face crushed up, I can see it
Diamonds in the face crushed up, I can see it
Diamonds in the face crushed up, I can see it
Diamonds in the face, di-diamonds in the face

[Verse 1]
Half a ticket for my wrist, spill so big
I put five pointers in the face, you can see it
I just put my whole damn arm in the fridge
Ten chains on, Lucky Charms, I’m the shit
Ten, ten different exotic cars how we slid
Meet me in Chanel in the back, we goin’ big
I been gettin’ NBA money, Jason Kidd
I just charged a whole damn M for a gig
And I got that Nitro for a pig
I’ma make it spark when you see it
You can call the narcs, I ain’t quittin’
Diamonds in the face crushed up, you can see it

[Chorus]
Diamonds in the face crushed up, I can see it
Diamonds in the face crushed up, I can see it
Diamonds in the face crushed up, I can see it
Diamonds in the face crushed up, I can see it
Diamonds in the face, di-diamonds in the face

[Verse 2]
Bust down my Swiss watch, I’m throwed off
I just joined the big league, Lonzo
Tell me what that lick read, one call
Pink diamonds poppin’ out, cotton ball
Bodies get to droppin’ nigga, bonjour
I got some’ to say to the pigs, yeah
I just got an M for a gig, yeah
I just blowed an M on my kids, yeah
Foreigns in the driveway, you can see it, yeah
Meet me in Hublot we goin’ big, yeah
A plain jane, get it remixed, yeah
Diamonds in the face crushed up, you can see it

[Chorus]
Diamonds in the face crushed up, I can see it
Diamonds in the face crushed up, I can see it
Diamonds in the face crushed up, I can see it
Diamonds in the face crushed up, I can see it
Diamonds in the face, di-diamonds in the face

[Outro]
Diamonds
Crushed up, diamonds in the face
Diamonds in the-
Up, I can see it
Crushed up, diamonds crushed up
Diamonds in the face crushed up, you can see it
Crushed up
Diamonds (And I got that Nitro for a pig
I’ma make it spark when you see it)
Diamonds (You can call the narcs, I ain’t quittin’)

Meek Mill – Way Up lyrics

[Intro: Meek Mill]
Ya, ya
Ya, ya
Turn them headphones up Cruz
Way up
Shit like I’m Jackie Chan
Summer is lit and we back again

[Hook: Meek Mill]
I’m so way up, way up, way up, way up
Can’t believe they tried to play us
Run a check and tell ’em pay up
Its all business ain’t no favors
I’m so way up, way up, way up, way up
Summer comin’ better save up
Going up like elevators
I’m so way up, way up, way up, way up
[Verse 1: Meek Mill]
That indirect shit never get by us
Niggas like bitches be dick ridin’
Funny how nigga like Rich Pryor
See ’em and I smack the shit out ’em
Throwin’ ten k like it’s ten dollars
I grab that bitch, make a ten out her
I pop a perc, fuck the shit out her
Fuck her so good, thought I cared ’bout her
She know I been ’bout it, I’m on my way up
My chick a Barbie, no weave and no makeup
Hang with the trappers don’t be with no haters
My city gon’ tell you that we on some paper
Theolonius capers when I’m in that Wraith
I’m feelin’ like Meechie or three ATL
Purp got leanin’ like I on a rail
Mixing that Birk with that new YSL
Sellin’ that dope gave me confidence
Bust down the Role gave me confidence
I let the fiend wash the coupe, tell him, “polish it”
She on my dick I can’t make you no promises
Bahgdad on that pussy bombin’ shit
Bad bad with that chopper Osama shit
Rockin’ Givenchy shit
Trap at the clear port nigga we flyin’ shit

[Hook: Meek Mill]
I’m so way up, way up, way up, way up
Can’t believe they tried to play us
Run a check and tell ’em pay up
Its all business ain’t no favors
I’m so way up, way up, way up, way up
Summer comin’ better save up
Going up like elevators
I’m so way up, way up, way up, way up

[Verse 2: Tracy T]
Way up, way up, way up
Skinny nigga walkin’ like done got his weight up
Hold up bitch I’m movin’ fast they holler “Wait up”
Fixin’ bitches just so I can fuck and break her
I been doin’ this since Jacob came with Jacobs
If you know me then you owe me fuck you pay up
Bombin’ in Atlana aka Al-Queda
Crossin’ up I’m Kyrie Irving with the lay up
Pushin’ whips and poppin’ pistols for the paper
Goin’ up they want to stop your elevator
Havin’ lunch on top of Barneys feelin’ way up
Paper on Rodeo aye hoe I got flavor
Meek Milly pull up that Wraith up
I pull up with work like I’m Rayful
Put tens on that bitch for the haters
That work it came in from Loredo
Got birds and got bricks and they came in the trailer
Them niggas ain’t poppin’ shit, got a shot on me like Peja Stojaković
[?] fuck it lil’ nigga it got me rich
Ya you might got a gun but you ain’t poppin’ it
Nigga doin’ dirty business got damn Lord save ’em
Dirty money on the Lord got me way up, way up, way up

[Hook: Meek Mill]
I’m so way up, way up, way up, way up
Can’t believe they tried to play us
Run a check and tell ’em pay up
Its all business ain’t no favors
I’m so way up, way up, way up, way up
Summer comin’ better save up
Going up like elevators
I’m so way up, way up, way up, way up

Derek Minor – Judo (Reflection Album) letras

[Verse 1]
Candy crush flow unlocked a new level
And I am burying beats, I got a new shovel
You trying to win this rat race but get no medals
My only competition’s Minor, so the battle’s – large
Either way I know I still won
Still bragging on the father like a proud son
That’s the only solution to fix where I’m from
Drunk off violence and they taking shots of red rum (that’s murder)
That’s ghetto life, like Rick James
My beat sound like what the five fingers say to the face
Slap
They like, why you so aggressive, I guess it’s
That Michigan in me, that country Tennessee in me
But I’m ok for your pupils, I’ll just open up their pupils
Two things that’s very crucial, I’m safe I’m not unusual
That’s my: I’m not a scary black guy tone
In my zone, let’s get it on, I’m bout to kick it off like judo

[Hook]
Judo x3
I’m bout to kick it off like judo
Judo x2
I’m in my zone, let’s get it on, I’m bout to kick it off like judo
[Verse 2]
(Let’s get it)
I reflect God and his greatness
And I’m going harder than the pavement
Still underground like a basement
This year all my dogs going crazy
Created in the image of the great one, so you could never make
I make em get another appraisal when they underestimate us
Let’s go ahead and get it crack a lackin’. hit the booth I’m like a yellow jacket
Spit ammunition when I get to snapping, like a yopper yopper, Get to yaking, yaking
Another one like DJ Khaled, a major key, to make the heat, to make em sing
They make believe, I hear all the lies that they make up, Maybe it’s makebelieve
Like I’m a do it all for what the paper bring
I’m not a slave, you ain’t chaining me
Promise I’mma die for what I believe
Go head take a shot, go on aim at me
I tell, what I’m told, in the text, that I read
Just like it is I don’t filter a thing
Nothing’s off limits, you won’t box me in like a Christmas present
Better get the message (whoo)
I’m Jackie Chan, I’m Jet Li, this my dojo
Bruce Leroy with no fro, RMG in go mode, this Minor

[Hook]
Judo x3
I’m bout to kick it off like judo
Judo x2
I’m in my zone, let’s get it on, I’m bout to kick it off like judo

[Outro]
Judo x3
I’m in my zone, let’s get it on, I’m bout to kick it off like –
Judo x2