G Herbo – Shook

[Intro]
Yeah
G Herbo
You already know what it is, man, you know what the fuck it is
Soon as the beat come on instant kill, body
Homicide on the beat
I feel like Juelz mixed with Wayne
Mixed with Kiss mixed with Styles
Mixed with motherfucking Cam and Puff
Puff cause I’ma talk that shit
Mixed with Pac and Biggie, Hov
Everybody hol’ on
Look

[Verse]
I tell ’em look when I got ’em shook
Before I kill him when I gotta kill him
Since a infant I had been that nigga, word to auntie Linda
I was too gangsta for a Gerber boy
I had Gerbert on and Polaroids
If you can get the picture
I wasn’t rich I had to risk it, try and glit my wrist up
Went for a bitch, it wasn’t shit for me to get my dick sucked
I fuck bitches look like Kylie Jenner but they lips way thinner and don’t go on dinners
I did my shit somewhere so I repent if i was born a sinner
I ball hard and rock fox furs in the winter
2000 I go spent my (?) dinner
This that shit A Boogie rap about yeah they my niggas
They say Don dropped a new check while he getting bigger
And i’m the type of nigga that follow my intuition i shoot you get to twitching
I gotta kill or you might get to snitching
You niggas bitches had to man up and take gifts of christmas lists
Ain’t go to school i was skipping ditching i didn’t listen
I started pitching had experiments up in the kitchen
Try not to breath in i thought it felt like we was sniffing
Re-up we thought we was tripping profits started tripling
We got this bitch sold up from Stoney to Lake Michigan
If he toast up we like so what when we face off with the (?) got big shit when you pullin out they like hol’ up
Mini choppers that fold up like A Lamborghini with the doors up
Fast car G Swervo in the V 12 and before i leave the house pick that pole up
Roll up
I seen niggas froze up, had they homie oozing on the ground left him dead cause they ain’t do what they said
Im just on the bread, niggas ain’t worth shit i walk alone instead
I don’t know who want me dead eyes behind my head
I had spent (?) what was on my head
They wanna get me out outty i’m just getting older
And i don’t take for granted pray i get it lower
They keep moving low profile presidential like a soldier postar
Make the best in ups and downs in life like a rollercoaster
Know my grandma looking down on me shining like a postar
Know your baby getting older and i’m getting older
Sorry my heart getting colder niggas getting hoe’r but i know you see i did all that i said that i was gonna
Made all the sacrifices even when i ain’t wanna
Momma living out 5 outta 4 some i was somewhere like 100 floors up
Ran up a Quater mill on a tour bus, Roley my wrist, Wraith to M6
Early i was fucking off chasing and shit, you ain’t know young niggas getting reckless like this
Any nigga that diss me on a record and shit and spit facts
They lying on wax
Homies rolling over, i need a stash house spot money rolling over
I been that shit since Averex .. Motarolas
And i cleaned up like 8 jacks call the corner clean pull up Maybach shorties call the corners
Kid ain’t have no clean summers we was always warm
I ain’t have no clean sneakers cause i always wore
And stop getting good grades i was in the hall way more
When my class walked across the stage i was in California smoking California
Ain’t have to get up early mornings, fuck Tom Jordan
Shout out Nino i was fucking with M Tray when they was in New Orleans

CupcakKe – Cumshot Lyrics

[Intro]
For 10.99 you can hit it from behind
Video me giving you head that’s Facetime
(Ha, ha, ha)

[Hook]
Murder my pussy without the gunshot
Just shoot me up my ass crack with a cum shot
Sore out my body like pilates, boy don’t stop
Just cover all my gums up with a cum shot
Cum shot, cum shot
In my crotch, my crotch
(Cum shot, cum shot
In my crotch, my crotch)

[Verse 1]
Do anything that you say bae, you ain’t gotta wait bae
Place a lot of nut inside my mouth like a Payday
Sex never get old it will never expire
Pussy worked it so hard it might need to retire
Coochie fat as fuck it weigh like 50 pounds
I bent this thing over like I took a bow
Dick in my pum pum may get lost and drown
Niggas get in this pussy and lose in lost and found
Now you wanna act like you starstruck
Pussy woke you up like some Starbucks
I give you so much head even though you love ass
That yo pubic hair starting to make me a mustache
But that’s some other shit, this pussy smother dick
BET where the fuck my award for sucking dick?
I like the way you stroking it daddy keep focusing
You the first to come inside like this pussy the grand opening

[Hook]
Murder my pussy without the gunshot
Just shoot me up my ass crack with a cum shot
Sore out my body like pilates, boy don’t stop
Just cover all my gums up with a cum shot
Cum shot, cum shot
In my crotch, my crotch
(Cum shot, cum shot
In my crotch, my crotch)

[Verse 2]
I’m more happy than a happy meal those jaws work
Celebrity with a wet pussy call that Starburst
Can I measure it with a ruler , papi chulo?
Hit a split on that dick in the back of the Uber
Pussy bust open like I’m going in labor
The coochie to the booty it got different flavors
Anytime I wanna make my ass smack on yo cock
You better pop up out the blue like Jack in the Box
I’m frisky I might give that dick a hickey
If sucking dick was a drug I’m overdosing like Whitney
Drop it in my kitty let me feel it in my kidney
Yo pants full of dick so we calling em Dickies
I fuck niggas and get fucked without a ring
Pussy taste like pork chops and sour cream
Place you in a dream once I give you this sample
Then I model yo sperm just call me Naomi Campbell

[Hook]
Murder my pussy without the gunshot
Just shoot me up my ass crack with a cum shot
Sore out my body like pilates, boy don’t stop
Just cover all my gums up with a cum shot
Cum shot, cum shot
In my crotch, my crotch
(Cum shot, cum shot
In my crotch, my crotch)

[Verse 3]
Yo balls sagging , I’m gagging and its taking my oxygen
Suck it so good have you shocker than Chaka Khan
Whoa, whoa minute man that’s a no no
Buy me gifts than I turn into yo ho ho
What’s the rush? Can I douche or do you want a stank twat?
Pussy dripping on that dick like a raindrop
Wanted the big dick until you made me face it
Dick was so hard it broke my tooth I need braces
How can a nigga ever hate this pussy?
I walk into the barber like “shave this pussy”
I took off my shorts, long story short (oh yeah)
That nigga ate this pussy!
Fuck every hole on my body that’s including my ear
Keep my panties when you done as a souvenir
Freakiest girl in the world if you wanna get technical
Don’t test me unless its with your testicles
Taking trips , I’m skinny dippin and then let’s fuck in McDonalds
Caramel Frappe full of cum boy you know that’s the motto
I understand you get aroused when my cookies slip
I wear my Kylie Jenner lipstick on my pussy lips

[Outro]
On my pussy lips, on my pussy lips
I understand you get aroused when my cookies slip
I wear my Kylie Jenner lipstick on my pussy lips

Tyga – Feel Me (feat. Kanye West)

[Intro: Tyga & Kanye West]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Aye this shit gotta be club
Car and pussy at the highest level, nigga
Ah! Bitch I’m the shit, feel me?
Them niggas ain’t this, feel me?
911 on my wrist feel me?
Not the time but the whip, bitch, feel me?

[Hook: Tyga & Kanye West]
Kylie Jenner thick, you gotta feel me
"Happy birthday, here’s a Benz", feel me?
First, last name rich, feel me?
Yeah, bitch, I’m the shit, feel me?
We at the highest level, feel me?
I’m at the dealership like what’s the dealy?
Usher Raymond chain, it’s too chilly
Usher Raymond chain, it’s too chilly!

[Verse 1: Tyga]
I need my cash money
A milli, a milli, a milli, a milli
These bitches is litty, my niggas is litty
We lit up the city, you feel me?
My hitters is humble, we hit up the city
We skrrt off, we eat in a Bentley
Take her shoppin’
But can’t get that python through customs
Hundred K for the PJ, fuck it
Garment bags, no luggage, feel me?
Getting money, you relate, feel me?
Bank account liftin’ weights, feel me?
Let my niggas through the gate, feel me?
Bel-Air estates (huh!)
Hansen’s with the cake
I’m hands on with that cake
I need my bitches A1
I got a lot at stake, feel me?

[Hook: Tyga & Kanye West]
We at the highest level, yeah I know you feel me
I’m at the dealership like what’s the dealy?
Usher Raymond chain, it’s too chilly
Usher Raymond chain, it’s too chilly!
Kim K thick, you gotta feel me
At the dealership like what’s the dealy?
Usher Raymond chain, it’s too chilly!
Usher Raymond chain, it’s too chilly!

[Verse 2: Kanye West]
Flew in for the fight, that’s that thug life
Pac sittin’ shotgun next to Suge Knight
Coogi, Coogi, Coogi, Coogi on
Feels like I’m in the movie, holmes
Texted my Consigliere
Tell the maid leave the Jacuzzi on
(Who you tryna get crazy with? Don’t you know I’m loco?)
That Calabasas ‘cross the sweatshirt
I wear it to a meetin’ like a dress shirt
Top shotta put the pressure
Jamaican nigga with the mesh shirt
There’s levels to my retail
The devil’s in the detail
Niggas be typin’ hard as hell
Goin’ heavy metal on the email
Niggas be so emo
Catch feelings like a female
Get quiet as a church mouse
Phone soundin’ like a seashell
Niggas get so choked up
I had to bring back the Spreewells, hahah

[Hook: Tyga & Kanye West]
We at the highest level, yeah I know you feel me
I’m at the dealership like what’s the dealy?
Usher Raymond chain, it’s too chilly
Usher Raymond chain, it’s too chilly!

[Outro: Kanye West & Tyga]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Usher Raymond chain, it’s too chilly
Usher Raymond chain, it’s too chilly!
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

TYGA – Feel Me lyrics

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah man
Aye this shit gotta be club, car and pussy at the highest level, nigga
Bitch I’m the shit (Feel me?)
Them niggas ain’t this
Feel me? Skrrt
9-11 on my wrist Feel me?
Not the time but the whip, bitch
Feel me?

Kylie Jenner thick, you gotta feel me
Happy birthday, here’s a Benz, feel me?
First, last name rich, feel me?
Yeah, bitch, I’m the shit, feel me?
We at the highest level, feel me?
I’m at the dealership like what’s the dealy?
Usher Raymond chain, it’s too chilly
Usher Raymond chain, it’s too chilly!

I need my cash money, a milli, a milli, a milli, a milli, a milli
These bitches is litty, my niggas is litty, we lit up the city, you feel me?
My hitters is humble, we hit up the city, we skrrt off we eat in a Bentley
Take her shoppin’ but can’t get that python through customs
Hundred k for the PJ, fuck it, garment bags, no luggage, feel me?
Getting money, you relate, feel me?
Bank account liftin’ weights, feel me?
Let my niggas through the gate, feel me?
Bel-Air estates, huh
Hansen’s with the cake, huh
I’m hands on with that cake
I need my bitches A1
I got a lot at stake, feel me?

We at the highest level, yeah I know you feel me
I’m at the dealership like what’s the dealy?
Usher Raymond chain, it’s too chilly
Usher Raymond chain, it’s too chilly!
Kim K thick, you gotta feel me
At the dealership like what’s the dealy?
Usher Raymond chain, it’s too chilly
Usher Raymond chain, it’s too chilly

Flew in for the fight, that’s that thug life
Pac sittin’ shotgun next to Suge Knight
Coogie, Coogie, Coogie, Coogie on
Feels like I’m in the movie, holmes
Texted my Consigliere
Tell the maid leave the Jacuzzi on
(Who you tryna get crazy with? Don’t you know I’m loco?)
That Calabasas ‘cross the sweatshirt
I wear it to a meetin’ like a dress shirt
Top shotta put the pressure
Jamaican nigga with the mesh shirt
There’s levels to my retail
The devil’s in the detail
Niggas be typin’ hard as hell
Goin’ heavy metal on the email
Niggas be so emo, catch feelings like a female
Get quiet as a church mouse
Phone soundin’ like a seashell
Niggas get so choked up
I had to bring back the Spreewells

We at the highest level, yeah I know you feel me
I’m at the dealership like what’s the dealy?
Usher Raymond chain, it’s too chilly
Usher Raymond chain, it’s too chilly!

Usher Raymond chain, it’s too chilly
Usher Raymond chain, it’s too chilly
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Soulja Boy – Draco

[Verse 1 : Soulja Boy]
Me and Dex, fucking up a check
God damn all these broke ass niggas can’t stand a nigga neck
Fuck on your bitch, she givin’ me neck
I’m grippin’ on the Draco
I’m grippin’ on the TEC
Shot a pussy nigga all in his neck
Nigga I’m making it rain, you know that she wet
Smokin’ July, know I’m high in the space
Calling up my lawyer he beat me the case
150 bricks in the Goyard
Hopped in the whip with Givenchy sittin’ on my shoe lace
Fuck on the dope and I’m takin’ your bitch out the denim
Hit the private jet, me and Kylie Jenner
Draco extended clip and the sprinter
75 000 diamonds they winter

[Hook: Soulja Boy]
Draco, Draco
Don’t make me spray with the Draco
Shooters they pillow, they shoot when I say so
Call up lil’ Soulja, I ball like Diego
Draco (x23)
[Verse 2: Famous Dex]
I never leave without the Draco
My shooters do what I say so
I hit a stain when I lay low
Can’t fuck that bitch, swear on God she a fake hoe
Swear to God boom with that Draco
You run up on me swear to God got my Draco
Ballin’ run right to the pesos
Yeah I’m so clean, yeah
Can’t fuck these bitches, just scream
Ballin’ so hard with no ring, just look at my rings
Look at the diamonds, yeah, all of them shining
Diamonds they dance in the dark
Used to serve right at the park, I trap at the park
Young nigga starved, used to have food and I starved
Bend down that old then I lurk ’round the dark
Move like I catch you then young nigga bark
(Wait)
Draco, Draco
Boy don’t let me call Uno
You know, you know
He’ll shoot your ass down with the Draco, yeah!

[Hook: Soulja Boy]
Draco, Draco
Don’t make me spray with the Draco
Shooters they pillow, they shoot when I say so
Call up lil’ Soulja, I ball like Diego
Draco (x23)

Soulja Boy – Draco Lyrics

[Verse 1 : Soulja Boy]
Me and Dex, fucking ran up a check
Goddamn molly bro can’t nigga
Stand an other nigga neck
Fuck on your bitch
She give me naked
I grabbing on a draco
I grabbing on a TEC
Shot a pussy nigga
All in his neck
Nigga making a rain
You know they she wet
Smoke on [?] i’m high in the space
Calling my lawyer he being in the case
150 bricks in the Goyard
I just whooped’ in Givenchy
[?]
Hit a private with me and Kylie Jenner
Draco is still in clip in this sprained?
75 000 that was I win
Draco , Draco
Don’t let me spray
With the draco
Shoot these [?]
And I say so
Calling lil soda
I’m balling Diego

[Hook]
Draco (x23)
[Verse 2 : Famous Dex]
I love , I live with the Draco
Much I do I say so
I had to stay when I lay low
Can fuck a bitch
When a [?] a fako?
Swear to god
Boom with that Draco
You ran up a bitch
When you got my Draco
Ballin’ run around
Then I pay so
Yeah I’m so clean , yeah
Can fuck a bitch
She just cream
Ballin’ so hard in a ring
They look up my rings , yeah
Looking the diamonds , yeah
All I’m shining , yeah
[?] in a door
You so ride at the park
I shoot at the park , yeah
Young nigga stole
So you a full of a scurf
[?] that dark
Mulla can count young nigga bark
(Wait)
Draco , Draco
Ballin’ don’t let me call uno
You know , You know
He shoot you ass down
With the Draco , Yeah !

[Soulja Boy]
Draco , Draco
Don’t let me spray
With the draco
Shoot these [?]
And i say so
Calling lil soda
I’m balling Diego

[Hook]
Draco (x23)

Soulja Boy – Draco (feat. Famous Dex) letras

[Verse 1 : Soulja Boy]
Me and Dex, fucking ran up a check
Goddamn molly bro can’t nigga
Stand an other nigga neck
Fuck on your bitch
She give me naked
I grabbing on a draco
I grabbing on a TEC
Shot a pussy nigga
All in his neck
Nigga making a rain
You know they she wet
Smoke on [?] i’m high in the space
Calling my lawyer he being in the case
150 bricks in the Goyard
I just whooped’ in Givenchy
[?]
Hit a private with me and Kylie Jenner
Draco is still in clip in this sprained?
75 000 that was I win
Draco , Draco
Don’t let me spray
With the draco
Shoot these [?]
And I say so
Calling lil soda
I’m balling Diego

[Hook]
Draco (x23)
[Verse 2 : Famous Dex]
I love , I live with the Draco
Much I do I say so
I had to stay when I lay low
Can fuck a bitch
When a [?] a fako?
Swear to god
Boom with that Draco
You ran up a bitch
When you got my Draco
Ballin’ run around
Then I pay so
Yeah I’m so clean , yeah
Can fuck a bitch
She just cream
Ballin’ so hard in a ring
They look up my rings , yeah
Looking the diamonds , yeah
All I’m shining , yeah
[?] in a door
You so ride at the park
I shoot at the park , yeah
Young nigga stole
So you a full of a scurf
[?] that dark
Mulla can count young nigga bark
(Wait)
Draco , Draco
Ballin’ don’t let me call uno
You know , You know
He shoot you ass down
With the Draco , Yeah !

[Soulja Boy]
Draco , Draco
Don’t let me spray
With the draco
Shoot these [?]
And i say so
Calling lil soda
I’m balling Diego

[Hook]
Draco (x23)

MADEINTYO – Uber Everywhere (On MTV’s Wonderland) (Live) letras

Nawfside cooling, shorty, yeah that’s where I stay
Heard you was a lame boy, get up out my face
And my ex keep calling, swear that she be in the way
And I need a thick Redbone shorty where I lay
Bad bihh in LA tell me that she’ll make the trip
Shorty bad as hell, yeah, with them Kylie Jenner lips
Uber every fucking where, pre-rolls in my VIP
Canada jawn, yeah I think that bitch from the 6
Shorty wanna kiss me, but I know she sucking dick
Shorty wanna kiss me, but I know she sucking dick
Look, Uber everywhere, pre-rolls in the VIP
Yeah, Uber everywhere, pre-rolls in my VIP
Aye (skrr skrr)
Yeah, I wanna get the ‘Rari, but I know it takes some time (skrr skrr)
Pre-roll shorty light it up you know you fine
Lil 5 with my 5 and I’m rolling up the gas
And I need my leg room, Bapestas, first class
East Atlanta jawn Cookout on Moreland Ave (skrr skrr)
She say she bout that action but I think that Imma pass
Shorty wanna fuck me but I know I got some top
Shorty wanna fuck me but I just got some top (skrr skrr)
I can’t fuck with ops never stop pull up in that juice box
Uber fucking everywhere
Uber everywhere, pre-rolls in my VIP (skrr skrr)
Uber everywhere, pre-rolls in my VIP
And I think that bitch from canada
I think she from the 6
Uber everywhere, pre-rolls in the VIP
Hey hey hey (skrr skrr)
Hey hey hey (skrr skrr)
Hey hey hey (skrr skrr)
Hey hey hey (skrr skrr)

Zara Larsson feat. Lil Yachty – Ain’t My Fault (Remix)

[Intro: Zara Larsson]
Oh my, oh my, oh my
Oh my, oh my, oh my
Oh my, oh my, oh my, oh my

[Hook 1: Zara Larsson]
It ain’t my fault you keep turning me on
It ain’t my fault you got, got me so gone
It ain’t my fault I’m not leavin’ alone
It ain’t my fault you keep turning me on
[Verse 1: Zara Larsson]
I can’t talk right now, I’m looking and I like what I’m seeing
Got me feeling kinda shocked, girl, now
Could’ve stopped right now, even if I wanted
Gotta get it, get it, get it, while it’s hot right now
Oh my God, what is this
Want you all in my business
Baby, I insist
Please don’t blame me for what ever happens next

[Pre-Chorus: Zara Larsson]
No I-I-I-I, can’t be responsible
If I-I-I-I, get you in trouble now
See you’re-‘re-‘re-‘re, too irresistible
Yeah, that’s for sure
So if I put your hands where my eyes can’t see
That you’re the one who’s got a hold on me
No I-I-I-I, can’t be responsible, responsible

[Chorus: Zara Larsson]
It ain’t my fault (no, no, no, no…)
It ain’t my fault (no, no, no, no…)
It ain’t my fault

[Verse 2: Zara Larsson]
It ain’t my fault you came here looking like that
You just made me trip, fall, and land on your lap
Certain bad boy smooth, body hotter than a summer
I don’t mean to be rude, but I look so damn good on ya
Ain’t got time right now
Missed me with that “what’s your name, your sign” right now
It’s light outside, I just called an Uber and it’s right outside
Oh my God, what is this
Want you all in my business
Baby I insist
Please don’t blame me for what ever happens next

[Pre-Chorus: Zara Larsson]
No I-I-I-I, can’t be responsible
If I-I-I-I, get you in trouble now
See you’re-‘re-‘re-‘re, too irresistible
Yeah, that’s for sure
So if I put your hands where my eyes can’t see
That you’re the one who’s got a hold on me
No I-I-I-I, can’t be responsible, responsible

[Chorus Shortened: Zara Larsson]
It ain’t my fault

[Verse 3: Lil Yachty]
Where’s your thot?
Called my fiends like, “What you caught last night?”
If the ass right and you ask right you might spend the night
Sitting so informal with the Sailing Team and we just might stat a dinner fight
Need a white chick that’s Kylie Jenner right, need a black chick that cook my dinner right
But ayy, get your bead though, snitches, 5-0
I can’t kick it with no side hoe, I need that Lambo
Come through bustin’ like I’m Rambo with heavy ammo
And I’m lit just like a candle, stock up like sandals (Lil Boat!)

[Bridge: Zara Larsson]
Baby, one, two, three
Your body’s calling me
And I know wherever you’re at
Is exactly where I wanna be
But don’t blame me
It ain’t my fault… (no, no, no, no…)
It ain’t my fault (no, no, no, no…)
It ain’t my fault (no, no, no, no…)
It ain’t my fault (oh my, oh my, oh my, oh my)

[Pre-Chorus Shortened: Zara Larsson]
So if I put your hands where my eyes can’t see
That you’re the one who’s got a hold on me
No I-I-I-I, can’t be responsible, responsible

[Chorus: Zara Larsson]
It ain’t my fault (no, no, no, no…)
It ain’t my fault (no, no, no, no…)
It ain’t my fault

[Outro: Zara Larsson]
It ain’t my fault you got me so caught…
It ain’t my fault you got me so caught…
Oh, well that’s too bad it ain’t my fault!