PnB Rock – Range Rover Lyrics

[Hook]
Pulled up to the scene in that new Range Rover
I was landing first class, you still on that layover
I just fucked your bitch, she keep tryna stay over
Off weed, off lean, I don’t ever stay sober
All in my whip, [?]
Smoking weed my the zip, whole squad yeah we lit
Pulled up to the scene in that new Range Rover
Off weed, off lean, I don’t ever stay sober

[Verse 1]
All these hooks, all these bottles
All these jugs, all these models
We get to that money nigga can’t nothing stop us
You can do what you want nigga when you know you poppin’
Diamonds they dancing all up over chain
These bitches they see me, they going insane
I take his bitch, I know that he sick
And he can’t do shit cause I know your lane
I’mma skkrt off in the Range
I just got offered some brain
I’m getting all of this change
My new bitch: she came from Spain

[Pre-Hook]
Flexin’, I be flexin’ and finessin’
They hating, niggas hating, I got them stressed
I’m ballin’, I’ve been ballin’ for a while now
I came up super fast and they wonder how now

[Hook]
Pulled up to the scene in that new Range Rover
I was landing first class, you still on that layover
I just fucked your bitch, she keep tryna stay over
Off weed, off lean, I don’t ever stay sober
All in my whip, [?]
Smoking weed my the zip, whole squad yeah we lit
Pulled up to the scene in that new Range Rover
Off weed, off lean, I don’t ever stay sober

[Verse 2]
I ain’t ever sober, super late, yeah that’s my lifestyle
Fucked a bitch last night, she tryna be my wife now
Niggas hating, try to rob, they see all my ice now
Hitters will be right now, they ain’t taking life now
I was broke, now I’m rich, I could buy a new whip
Now I could fuck any bitch, taking hoes on trips
I’m throwing it up how I wanna
I move to LA for the summer
I smoke on the bus, marijuana
I feel like the number one stunter

[Pre-Hook]
Flexin’, I be flexin’ and finessin’
They hating, niggas hating, I got them stressed
I’m ballin’, I’ve been ballin’ for a while now
I came up super fast and they wonder how now

[Hook]
Pulled up to the scene in that new Range Rover
I was landing first class, you still on that layover
I just fucked your bitch, she keep tryna stay over
Off weed, off lean, I don’t ever stay sober
All in my whip, [?]
Smoking weed my the zip, whole squad yeah we lit
Pulled up to the scene in that new Range Rover
Off weed, off lean, I don’t ever stay sober

JAHKOY – California Heaven (feat. Schoolboy Q)

[Verse 1: JAHKOY]
Seems like all these girls are perfect
All these girls are perfect
In LA, in LA
They’ve got so much there to purchase
All those labels on their purses
In LA, in LA

[Pre-Chorus: JAHKOY]
You ain’t gotta die
Just go buy you a plane ticket
(plane ticket, pla-plane ticket)
This place will change your life
Ask the guys who just came to visit
Once they came, they just can’t go nowhere
[Chorus: JAHKOY]
Heaven must be somewhere in California
No place I’ve seen compares to California
There’s nothing but angels out there
A place filled with angels i swear
They say come and join us
The weathers much warmer
Heaven’s california
Heaven’s california

[Verse 2: ScHoolBoy Q]
Yao
Blank face, amazing grace
God damn girl, Got Got Got Damn girl
Use your angel wings, no hands girl
I’m the man from the land girl
Go ham in the lamb girl
You know skrt skrt
And if you skrt skrt
Give me work work
Thats missionary like church church
Legs open like pearly gates in a Thug mansion
Get a thug passion
Without Alize
Bow down to pray
I burn an ounce a day
Puff puff pass
No rosaries like Catholics
Might cop the rolls, just to crash it
You could rock the rollie while I hit it
Hey you could rock the rollie while I hit it
Yeah school boy in a new toy
With a new toy, a whole down fig
You was looking for heaven and you found it
You was looking for heaven and you found it

[Pre-Chorus: JAHKOY]
You ain’t gotta die
Just go buy you a plane ticket
(plane ticket, pla-plane ticket)
This place will change your life
Ask the guys who just came to visit
Once they came, they just can’t go nowhere

[Chorus: JAHKOY]
Heaven must be somewhere in California
No place I’ve seen compares to California
There’s nothing but angels out there
A place filled with angels i swear
They say come and join us
The weathers much warmer
Heaven’s california
Heaven’s california

[Verse 3: JAHKOY]
Man they party on the week days (count it)
Party on the week days (count it, count it, count it, count it)
In LA, in LA
I swear they know all the DJs
Walk in the club and don’t pay
Man they must be so paid
Okay, in LA
They poppin in LA

[Pre-Chorus: JAHKOY]
You ain’t gotta die
Just go buy you a plane ticket
(plane ticket, pla-plane ticket)
This place will change your life
Ask the guys who just came to visit
Once they came, they just can’t go nowhere

[Chorus: JAHKOY]
Heaven must be somewhere in California
No place I’ve seen compares to California
There’s nothing but angels out there
A place filled with angels i swear
They say come and join us
The weathers much warmer
Heaven’s california
Heaven’s california

Chris Brown – Dat Night Lyrics

[Intro: Trey Songz & Young Thug]
Yup!
Ay, I fucked round and made them niggas
God damn open ’em all up tonight, know what I mean
Breezy!
I swear to God
Trigga
Matter of fact, ay, ay call the sheriff, man

[Bridge: Trey Songz]
All my bitches, all my bitches
All my bitches with the shit when I be in Chicago
LA, New York and Miami, pussy everywhere I go
All my bitches with the shit when I be in Chicago
LA, New York and Miami, pussy everywhere I go

[Hook: Chris Brown]
All my bitches with the shit when I’m in Chicago
LA, New York and Miami, pussy everywhere I go
I know what it is, we know you the shit
Know who got them bricks, know who hittin’ licks
Get this money blindfolded
All my bitches with the shit when I’m in Chicago
Shakin’ that ass naked with a friend and they miny moe
All my bitches lit, all my bitches with the shit
All my bitches scammers but they hold a hammer
And split your shit, boy

[Verse 1: Chris Brown]
Damn, fuck the situation, fuck them bitches hatin’
Fuck a pillow talkin’ nigga that be instigatin’
Frustrated, now I know why they all hate me
I fuck these bitches and they know that I make pretty babies
Detroit got me back on my back fuckin’ black bitches
Tippin’ 4 and I’m pourin’ 4 of Actavis
She know every time I turn up, I keep fuckin’ up mattresses
Tryna ask me why I don’t nut
Percocet make the dick like a magician
Funny ass nigga, why we laugh different?
Cause I cash different
I’m tryna get my bitches, huh
You gotta pay for that last minute, bitch

[Hook: Chris Brown]
All my bitches with the shit when I’m in Chicago
LA, New York and Miami, pussy everywhere I go
I know what it is, we know you the shit
Know who got them bricks, know who hittin’ licks
Get this money blindfolded
All my bitches with the shit when I’m in Chicago
Shakin’ that ass naked with a friend and they miny moe
All my bitches lit, all my bitches with the shit
All my bitches scammers but they hold a hammer
And split your shit, boy

[Verse 2: Trey Songz]
All my bitches with the shit when I be in Toronto
I can get the pussy eyes closed with a blindfold
It’s a war zone, nigga, we be in Chicago
Lot of mamas cry, niggas die in Chicago
Know some Bloods ’cause nigga livin’ in LA
It’s a lot of things ain’t forgiven in LA
Know I’m from the third, I be reppin’ that VA
You ain’t got the money, you can never beat the case
Fuck the judge, fuck feds nigga, tryna get up off that poor
Niggas say they tryna eat, can’t get shit up off my fork
I hopped off the porch, hopped in the Porsche
Then hopped in the Benz, I fucked all her friends, yeah

[Hook: Chris Brown & Trey Songz]
All my bitches with the shit when I’m in Chicago
LA, New York and Miami, pussy everywhere I go
I know what it is, we know you the shit
Know who got them bricks, know who hittin’ licks
Get this money blindfolded
All my bitches with the shit when I’m in Chicago
Shakin’ that ass naked with a friend and they miny moe
All my bitches lit, all my bitches with the shit
All my bitches scammers but they hold a hammer
And split your shit, boy

[Verse 3: Young Thug]
Ay, make her suck dick on the patio
I might eat that bitch up like some ravioli
I get a rush in designer zone
Why a young nigga tellin’ they telly tellies
I fuck her good, I don’t tell them nothin’
Nut in her hair, make it good and fussy
I get it in with a bigger budget
And the inside my car look like peanut butter
Trap it when you walk baby
I done came from rags to riches, did all baby
When we done, she say it’s hard to walk, yeah yeah
Fuck her in the light, I don’t do nothin’ dark, yeah yeah
Fuck you thought, red bottoms bleed when we walk, uh
Put my food in ya drawers
Bedroom dim like walls
Young rain teach her how to chopper, yeah
Attached to my lights like moths, yeah
Favorite colour red, hot sauce, yeah
Wanna see me dead can you drop me, yeah, yeah, yeah

[Hook: Chris Brown & Young Thug]
All my bitches with the shit when I’m in Chicago
LA, New York and Miami, pussy everywhere I go
I know what it is, we know you the shit
Know who got them bricks, know who hittin’ licks
Get this money blindfolded
All my bitches with the shit when I’m in Chicago
Shakin’ that ass naked with a friend and they miny moe
All my bitches lit, all my bitches with the shit
All my bitches scammers but they hold a hammer
And split your shit, boy

Robbie Williams – Heavy Entertainment Show

[Verse 1]
Good evening, children of cultural abandon
You searched for a saviour, well here I am
And all the best ones are dying off so quickly
While I’m still here, enjoy me while you can

[Chorus]
Welcome to the Heavy Entertainment Show
The charisma’s non-negotiable
Welcome to the Heavy Entertainment Show
I’m about to strip and you’re my pole

We are so glorious
Why not leave your job and come on tour with us?
Before I drop dead and die

[Verse 2]
Good evening, lovers of quality entertainment
Good evening to the others that don’t know hit
Even you will leave here with a t-shirt and a programme
Got a house in LA, I’m still paying for it…

[Chorus]
Welcome to the Heavy Entertainment Show
It’s just the tip but no one will know
Welcome to the Heavy Entertainment Show
All the girls (Robbie!), the boys go (No!)

You are magnificent
Maybe come on stage and be a part of it
I said maybe, baby, baby oh

[Bridge]
Come leave the life you’re living
Show me the light you’re giving
I’ll give it all then a little bit more, oh-oh-woah

“He would sell his children
For a hit in Belgium
God knows what he’s done
For a number one”

[Chorus]
Welcome to the Heavy Entertainment Show
Where the more you see, the less you know
Welcome to the Heavy Entertainment Show
Where Eminem meets Barry Manilow

I am notorious
For making all the crowd sing the chorious
I just made up that word

[Bridge]
Come love the life I’m living
Bathe in the light I’m giving
“He’ll give it all and a little bit more”

[Chorus]
Welcome to the Heavy Entertainment Show
I’m a volcano that’s about to blow
Welcome to the Heavy Entertainment Show
This is how I’d like to say “Hello”

Austin Mahone – Shake It For Me lyrics

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Oh I can tell that you’re a pro girl, that you do it right
Then you become an other person when I hit the lights
I coulda sworn you would best, on another life
I gotta know, I gotta know

‘Cause in the night when the sun goes down
And your wild side comes out
Baby, that’s when you shake it for me
Soon as that door’s shuts
Turn the bed to a club
Baby, that’s when you shake it for me
And you go up and you come down
You turn around and then you poke out for me
When you get my love and your body erupt
Baby, that’s when you shake it for me

Turn the bedroom to a nightclub
I got idea, yes a lightbulb
Then I lay back, let you get on top
See if you…

Fingers on your clothes girl
I’ve been thinking that you always work up
Living in LA now but I swear you move like you …

Future – How It Feel

[Intro]
I told her Mike know what I’m sayin’
Came from nothing, tired of doing interviews
Cause they don’t be asking me the real shit
How a nigga really feel

[Verse 1]
I taught the bitch how to steal, how to steal
I taught the bitch how to steal
Then I put blunt on the wheel
I took the hoes outta soho, then put them in Manolo
Told her do not fuck with bozos
Now you fuck with boss on the low low
I had a bitch on the side then I gave that bitch some pride
I told her come through tonight, then put her on a flight
I took you out of apartments, then I put you in the condo
I had you off in the trap room, you was the one in the bando
You didn’t abandon a nigga, you stayed down for the kid
Now I gave you where to live, now you pull up in the lear
I went to Two door to four door
Went from a Two door to four door
From four door to two door
Back in the coupe
Nigga I Ball like I hoop, shit
[Hook]
Ask me how it feel your bitch fuck another bitch
Ask me how it feel when you smashin’ all this G shit
Ask me how it feel to smash just to this R&B shit
Ask me how it feel when we thought you wouldn’t be shit
Ask me how it feel, Ask me Ask me how it feel
Ask me how it feel, Ask me Ask me how it feel
Ask me how it feel when you smash this R&B shit
Ask me how it feel to have your bitch eat another bitch

[Verse 2]
I blow the weed on you bitch
Bitches ain’t worth shit to me
The kush is worth more than you
Took the bitch out the hood
I told the bitch she a thot
I bought the bitch a new condo, I put her in a new spot
She know my dope on the scale
She know I travel the word
I know the Migo the LA the Reid I know Jimmy and Reid
We know the drake from the mike
I went from mike to young metro
I go from Metro to Mike and I’m back with Young Will
You know how it petro
Told em we back goin’ ape, nigga we smokin’ some grape
Nigga went straight from the A, now we back in LA
Went straight to hills, we just got time to build
Money on money on M’s
A M on a M, thats a film, shit

[Hook]
Ask me how it feel your bitch fuck another bitch
Ask me how it feel when you smashin’ all this G shit
Ask me how it feel to smash just to this R&B shit
Ask me how it feel when we thought you wouldn’t be shit
Ask me how it feel, Ask me Ask me how it feel
Ask me how it feel, Ask me Ask me how it feel
Ask me how it feel when you smash this R&B shit
Ask me how it feel to have your bitch eat another bitch

[Verse 3]
I got a AR the Chopper
A chopper The FN, the 40
The 40 the eagle and a 30
The .38 bust you so ugly
They chargin’ a sixty to walk
I’m chargin’ em 70 to talk
I went from the trenches to cool
A mill ain’t enough for my crew
I put a brick on a brick
Then I put bricks on my wrist
I put a brick on my chain
Then I fucked up the game
After I fucked up the game
Went and bought me some cocaine
Cocaine it right on my neck
And that shit come with a Tec
And that shit come with a house
What all the hate is about
I put the hate with the hate
Then I got snakes on a snake
I told Mike Will get a M
We gon’ put this shit on film
Then I jumped right on a M
Then I put C on a B
I put a B on a C

[Hook]
Ask me how it feel your bitch fuck another bitch
Ask me how it feel when you smashin’ all this G shit
Ask me how it feel to smash just to this R&B shit
Ask me how it feel when we thought you wouldn’t be shit
Ask me how it feel, Ask me Ask me how it feel
Ask me how it feel, Ask me Ask me how it feel
Ask me how it feel when you smash this R&B shit
Ask me how it feel to have your bitch eat another bitch

[Outro]
I turn up all of these bitches
I could buy all of you bitches
I could buy all of you bitches
I made it you bitch
I made you bitch
Bitch you was never for me
I gave you fame on a grail
I put you back on the charts
I gave you number 1 spot
Fuck you bitch I could buy you all
Fuck all you bitches, you shit to me
Fuck all you bitches you know young future
And Mike will made made history, we gave you bitches some hits
We told you bitches ain’t shit
I gave your bitch a number 1, then I gave your bitch the dick
Fuck all you hoes on a hoe
I gave a bitch to another nigga
I go buy another car
I go buy another house
I go and get me some better mouth
I go and buy me some better mouth

G Herbo – Havin’ Shit (Strictly 4 My Fans Album)

[Intro]
G Herbo…. G HERBO!!

[Hook]
Niggas know that I been havin’ shit
Know that I’ve been havin’ shit
Blow a hunnid K, on a habit bitch
Waitin’ for a nigga to try some shit
Niggas now that I’ve been savage bitch
A hunnid shot can in my mattress
I been gettin’ hoes, riding foreigns
And countin’ all this dough, cause I been tourin’
Like 20, 30 shows, just got some more rich
Count up and count some more, it’s never boring

[Verse 1]
BITCH, IT’S G HERBO!!
Yeah, I know you know me
I be gettin’ dough
I been tourin, remember
I was poor that had to be at least 7 years ago
At 14 we was out there on that savage shit
In the hood we beat niggas snatching, smashing shit
Now I might be in LA smoking that Cali shit (Pasto)
Up in Barney fucking up the Mcqueen and I’m just
Buying shit
15 racks in my Balmain you can see it poking
40 tuck so tight don’t even look like I got it on me
Stay in your lane you a fuck nigga, no you not my homie
I don’t got nothing for no nigga I just got it on me

[Hook]
Niggas know that I been havin’ shit
Know that I’ve been havin’ shit
Blow a hunnid K, on a habit bitch
Waitin’ for a nigga to try some shit
Niggas now that I’ve been savage bitch
A hunnid shot can in my mattress
I been gettin’ hoes, riding foreigns
And countin’ all this dough, cause I been tourin’
Like 20, 30 shows, just got some more rich
Count up and count some more, it’s never boring

[Verse 2]
Look 2015 I did like 120 shows
I’ll pop a 65, 10,10,10,10,10K
I was sipping on drank
Blowing off stank, fucked off 50K
And when I went broke, I saw my last
I dont know what to say
I didn’t do no crying, got off my ass, ran up a 100K
I had that money running laps like I’m late
Them packs were outta town, I don’t remember her name
By the time my 18th birthday I was up a 100K
Rubber band up at my momma house
I don’t have no fucking bank
I remember my sophomore high school teacher said what I couldn’t make
She made like 24 a year, my Bezel 38 (BITCH!)

[Hook]
Niggas know that I been havin’ shit
Know that I’ve been havin’ shit
Blow a hunnid K, on a habit bitch
Waitin’ for a nigga to try some shit
Niggas now that I’ve been savage bitch
A hunnid shot can in my mattress
I been gettin’ hoes, riding foreigns
And countin’ all this dough, cause I been tourin’
Like 20, 30 shows, just got some more rich
Count up and count some more, it’s never boring

Mike Stud – Shine on em

(Chorus)
Put them bright lights I shine on them
Put them bright lights on
Put them bright lights on it’s my moment
Put them bright lights on (X2)
Do it one time for the squad

(Marcus Stroman)
In the lights I hit them switch
Fifty thousand when I’m dealing in the Six
And you know they locked in on every pitch
Life got the crazy boy tagging me in pics
They think they get to me me but they ain’t ever stressin me
Cooking in the lab and you know I got the recipe
Momma always texting me but I don’t always get to see
But trust me she already know I got the message seen
Love my family and my circle shout my Steve’s where the Urkel
You know im workin with a purpose for certain
Tell my doubters turn it louder perfect
Riding with my team don’t be slidin in my DM’s
Cuz you know I ain’t gon’ read em anyway
You know I got the tunnel vision I don’t see the competition
If I want it then I get it anyway

(Chorus X2) Do it one time for the squad

(Mike Stud)
Ok I don’t hear the things they say about us
Thank you momma thank you poppa
All the things you taught us made us stronger
I just tried to make you prouder
They sippin me constantly I wake em up
You think I was in the monogamy cuz i ain’t gave a fuck
Ugh feel like how the hell we make it here
Everytime the ball drop I just throw my favorite year
And i don’t ever fumble got the drive to take it there
On a couple Lakers out in LA like a Laker yeah
Ugh don’t bother callin won’t bother texting
Pray they get the message and I made a couple dreams
Outta bad brakes talking deals with the team over crab legs
Gotta cash safe just to keep the cash safe
Only brightside of Donald Trump is for tax breaks
And the only spot I’ve never been is last place
Livin fast pace in the fast lane
Now I came from the diamond only ride or shine
They be catchin’ feelings I just catch a five
Talk good of town even when I’m not around
Cuz I’m still makin plays even when I’m outta bounds

Put them bright lights I shine on them
Put them bright lights on
Put them bright lights on it’s my moment
Put them bright lights on (X2)
Do it one time for the squad YEEEEUH

Mike Stud – Shine on em Lyrics

(Chorus)
Put them bright lights I shine on them
Put them bright lights on
Put them bright lights on it’s my moment
Put them bright lights on (X2)
Do it one time for the squad

(Marcus Stroman)
In the lights I hit them switch
Fifty thousand when I’m dealing in the Six
And you know they locked in on every pitch
Life got the crazy boy tagging me in pics
They think they get to me me but they ain’t ever stressin me
Cooking in the lab and you know I got the recipe
Momma always texting me but I don’t always get to see
But trust me she already know I got the message seen
Love my family and my circle shout my Steve’s where the Urkel
You know im workin with a purpose for certain
Tell my doubters turn it louder perfect
Riding with my team don’t be slidin in my DM’s
Cuz you know I ain’t gon’ read em anyway
You know I got the tunnel vision I don’t see the competition
If I want it then I get it anyway

(Chorus X2) Do it one time for the squad

(Mike Stud)
Ok I don’t hear the things they say about us
Thank you momma thank you poppa
All the things you taught us made us stronger
I just tried to make you prouder
They sippin me constantly I wake em up
You think I was in the monogamy cuz i ain’t gave a fuck
Ugh feel like how the hell we make it here
Everytime the ball drop I just throw my favorite year
And i don’t ever fumble got the drive to take it there
On a couple Lakers out in LA like a Laker yeah
Ugh don’t bother callin won’t bother texting
Pray they get the message and I made a couple dreams
Outta bad brakes talking deals with the team over crab legs
Gotta cash safe just to keep the cash safe
Only brightside of Donald Trump is for tax breaks
And the only spot I’ve never been is last place
Livin fast pace in the fast lane
Now I came from the diamond only ride or shine
They be catchin’ feelings I just catch a five
Talk good of town even when I’m not around
Cuz I’m still makin plays even when I’m outta bounds

Put them bright lights I shine on them
Put them bright lights on
Put them bright lights on it’s my moment
Put them bright lights on (X2)
Do it one time for the squad YEEEEUH

GoldLink – Fall In Love (feat. Ciscero)

[Hook: Goldlink]
Fall in love, oh, oh, fall in love
Wish I never did this, I don’t wanna love, love
Fall in love, oh, oh, fall in love
Wish I never did this, I don’t wanna love, love

[Verse 1: Goldlink]
Baby girl don’t throw things about me
I’m just bad girl, I’m bad for everybody
Baby girl don’t tell your friends
That nigga with a neck tat
Respect that
Old bitch, she ain’t like that
She left that
Dropped one tape, two tape
Brand new can’t even get a ho
(?) nigga hoes with a man that’s like that
Smooth nigga do no-no rappin’
New girl star, she an actress
She’s so used to the light, so plastic
By the lake, LA like Magic
Spit rappin’
No (?) just glasses
Ain’t happen (?)
Then I tell them baby
[Hook: Goldlink]
Fall in love, oh, oh, fall in love
Wish I never did this, I don’t wanna love, love
Fall in love, oh, oh, fall in love
Wish I never did this, I don’t wanna love, love

[Verse 2: Ciscero]
Yeah girl you know I’m too legit here
And I’m amazed that I be coolin’ with hooligan
Girl I told you I ain’t one you foolin’ with
Not communicatin’ but I get that from my mama
It’s a jungle (?) while you fuck with anacondas
I’m a Zulu Nation rapper, get the hammer like (?)
Keep it movin’ for my partners, ain’t no hoovin’ in mi casa
Ain’t no hoopin’, she just dancing at the juices but not Fanta
Got the juice and then I lost it
I put two in my deposit last week
But I made that (?), ay
Do not fall in love with that nigga wrap sheet, ay
You know I’m just out here tryna pass me, ay
Young Ciscero keep that bitch nasty, ay
I don’t know bout that but I do love
This right here, this that group love
Hey, so what happened to love
This is (?)

[Hook: Goldlink]
Fall in love, oh, oh, fall in love
Wish I never did this, I don’t wanna love, love
Fall in love, oh, oh, fall in love
Wish I never did this, I don’t wanna love, love

Uiie Popcorn – She Poppin (feat. Quavo)

[Intro]
She know what she doing, she know what she doing
Yeah-yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah-yeah

[Hook: Quavo]
Ay, she know what she’s doing
Ay, she’s popping, she knows what she’s doing
Ay, she’s popping, she knows what she’s doing
Ay, she’s popping, she knows what she’s doing
Woah, ay, woah, ay, woah
Popping it, popping it, popping it, popping it
Ay, She knows what she’s doing
Ay, she’s popping, she knows what she’s doing
Ay, she’s popping, she knows what she’s doing
Ay, she’s popping, she knows what she’s doing
Woah, ay, woah, ay, woah
Popping it, popping it, popping it, popping it

[Verse 1: Uiie Popcorn]
She knows what she’s doing
Ass fat so I had to pursue her
All this money that she got me throwing
Bout to take her ass to the back
Well known temperament certain
She’s a freaky bitch, I’ma fuck her in the Masi’
I’ma eat your pussy, just don’t tell nobody
Had to do it like that
Type to make me want to buy her
Bag (?) my thumb in her ass
Pussy print we in this back
Type of shit to make you come on earn it
Got a nigga, is he worth it?
I just figure that you’d leave with me
I’d let your live in the mansion
The lips that you’re giving me
Hah, you know what you’re doing

[Hook: Quavo]
Ay, she know what she’s doing
Ay, she’s popping, she knows what she’s doing
Ay, she’s popping, she knows what she’s doing
Ay, she’s popping, she knows what she’s doing
Woah, ay, woah, ay, woah
Popping it, popping it, popping it, popping it
Ay, She knows what she’s doing
Ay, she’s popping, she knows what she’s doing
Ay, she’s popping, she knows what she’s doing
Ay, she’s popping, she knows what she’s doing
Woah, ay, woah, ay, woah
Popping it, popping it, popping it, popping it

[Verse 2: Quavo]
She knows what she’s doing
Bad bitches I’m pursuing (bad)
Dropping my top in LA
Me and my brother lil Ewing (skrt-skrt)
Take ’em back to the mansion, six hoes in jacuzzis (six)
12 at the corner, skrt-skrt, bust a U-ie (12)
Smoking on cookie pack
She’s acting like she can’t get cool with that (no)
You got to live with that (no)
Cause girl that’s my habitat (habitat)
You know that we doing this my way
Ain’t really into foreplay (no)
I like to hit it from the back
Hit it while I’m watching Scarface

[Hook: Quavo]
Ay, she know what she’s doing
Ay, she’s popping, she knows what she’s doing
Ay, she’s popping, she knows what she’s doing
Ay, she’s popping, she knows what she’s doing
Woah, ay, woah, ay, woah
Popping it, popping it, popping it, popping it
Ay, She knows what she’s doing
Ay, she’s popping, she knows what she’s doing
Ay, she’s popping, she knows what she’s doing
Ay, she’s popping, she knows what she’s doing
Woah, ay, woah, ay, woah
Popping it, popping it, popping it, popping it

[Verse 3: Uiie Popcorn]
I love when you doing that
I’ma take (?) I’ma buy them bottoms
Love the way she go and chase the bag
Now bring it to me, let me break your back
Thighs, pussy, like (?)
Fishes like Ayesha
I can the baby U on the wrist
Cause I got her body beaming
She addicted to the D
Let her take her shopping, exclusive swag
Did you say you want that Birkin bag?
I ain’t never looking at the tag
Pull up Lennox, get some fly shit
We ain’t fuck on no mattress
Yeah we doing it my way
Nasty sex in the driveway
You know how we do it

[Hook: Quavo]
Ay, she know what she’s doing
Ay, she’s popping, she knows what she’s doing
Ay, she’s popping, she knows what she’s doing
Ay, she’s popping, she knows what she’s doing
Woah, ay, woah, ay, woah
Popping it, popping it, popping it, popping it
Ay, She knows what she’s doing
Ay, she’s popping, she knows what she’s doing
Ay, she’s popping, she knows what she’s doing
Ay, she’s popping, she knows what she’s doing
Woah, ay, woah, ay, woah
Popping it, popping it, popping it, popping it

Common – Rain (feat. John Legend) (Black America Again Album)

[Intro: John Legend]
The wind against my face, tells me that I must go
Can’t stay around too long before my tracks gonna catch me
When they do, I’ve got to be somewhere in LA
So I can look at the sun and get my thinking done
And if it’s gonna rain tomorrow, let it rain

[Verse 1: John Legend]
The last note I sang was indeed a false (?)
At some old and shabby bar, I never knew the name
But I knew I could and work that (?) all on my dreams
They tell me find that place, find that place

[Hook: John Legend]
And if it’s gonna rain tomorrow, let it rain
Let it rain, let it rain
Let it rain, let it rain

[Verse 2: John Legend]
Deep in my destination, trying to find my destination
With LA so far away and I’m soaking cold today
Constantly it’s on my mind
I’m only halfway there, I’m not caring how much frustration
Oh, I’ve got to cross this nation

[Hook: John Legend]
And if it’s gonna rain tomorrow, let it rain
Let it rain, let it rain
Let it rain, let it rain

[Verse 3: Common]
As the rain falls down from the heavens
Think of how far I came since ’87
Took my hustle and made it a weapon
I was always told "in the pain there’s a blessing"
Mistakes that I made, they mirrored the lessons
Talking with God, I asked clearer questions
Dear Lord, is this what I’m destined for?
If so? Then what am I stressing for?
We tight, then why can’t I let it go?
Everything gon’ be alright, it’s more than a metaphor
Let it rain cause it’s ancestral
Cleanse my heart so they can see the best in you
Let it rain and come down visceral
For those no longer here in the physical
Let it rain cause it’s like tears from you
Just like the rain, I’ll do what I’m here to do
Let it rain, I know that it’s purposeful
So that it can service you and return to you
Let it rain, let the rain surround me
And never drown me, I was lost when it found me
Now in a dream is where I’ll be
Imperial reign came down to crown me
Now in a dream is where I’ll be
Imperial reign came down to crown me
Imperial reign came down to crown me
Now in a dream, a dream is where I’ll be

[Hook: John Legend]
And if it’s gonna rain tomorrow, let it rain
Let it rain, let it rain
Let it rain, let it rain
Let it rain, let it rain
Let it rain, let it rain

Anna Straker – Serious

Serious
S-s-s-serious
Boy, I know you need that gold, is it okay?
Can you party when your records don’t play?
Tripping on that blue, survive
Keeping it cool, whatever that means to you
Saying something, getting tough
Is she taking off her clothes enough?
You’re waking up in west LA
With yourself now?

Do you remember what you said?
The music is losing sound
Remember when you said the music was losing sound

Serious
Ever take it serious?
Boy, you’re serious
It’s hard to take you serious
Serious
Serious
Serious

Girl, you got a wasted stone
That nobody knows
Is it worth it if your records don’t go?
Singing on the big room tune
Keeping it cool, whatever that means to you
Saying something, getting tough
And are you taking off your clothes enough?
When you’re waking up in west LA
With yourself now?

Do you remember what you said?
The music is losing sound
Remember when you said the music was losing sound

Serious
Ever take it serious?
Boy, you’re serious
It’s hard to take you serious
Serious
Boy, you know you know I’m
Serious
Serious

Demrick & Dizzy Wright – Hundreds Of Thousands (Blaze With Us Mixtape)

[Hook x2: Dizzy Wright]
Two step with a blunt in my mouth
Legendary stoner, I am one of them now
I’m on tour, I’ve been running around
I need hundreds and hundreds of thousands

[Verse 1: Demrick]
I need a hundred thousand fans with their hands up
I take a hundred thousand gram for the bad times
And use it to celebrate all these good days
Maintain the same, there’s no way that I could change
Made it out the hood fame, landed on the plane
Out in LA where b-ro blessed me with the best strains
That jet fuel flight get it over night
Thirty-eight no debate, we don’t change the price
And that Dizzy OG got me feeling right
I’mma need an OZ just to feed the hype
Best believe I got money on my mind
Put that petty shit down to the side
Light it up, one time

[Hook x2: Dizzy Wright]
Two step with a blunt in my mouth
Legendary stoner, I am one of them now
I’m on tour, I’ve been running around
I need hundreds and hundreds of thousands

[Verse 2: Dizzy Wright]
The whole world want this marijuana legalized
I just wanna make five-hundred K for the needed times
The streets is mine, I seen this opening lane
Now they’re smoking my strain, well now its time to open my shop
Fuck it, I’m feeling motivated, love it or not
Me and the homies finna give y’all homies something to watch
I’m talking a hundred-thousand grams, that’s all
Double up, plus four, I need my weed money back, plus more
Yeah y’all know the deal, the realest that we ain’t giving up
Look me and Demrick, we was plotting at the Denver Cup
Now we on the road, legendary stoners getting stoned
And none of my growers ever be in a rush
Knew if you need it, go and get, just believe it first
Marijuana for the people, keep the people first
Maintain it to keep it, we all needed the work
Dizzy OG for the G alert, as I hit my

[Hook x2: Dizzy Wright]
Two step with a blunt in my mouth
Legendary stoner, I am one of them now
I’m on tour, I’ve been running around
I need hundreds and hundreds of thousands

Common – Rain (feat. John Legend) (Black America Again Album) letras

[Intro: John Legend]
The wind against my face, tells me that I must go
Can’t stay around too long before my tracks gonna catch me
When they do, I’ve got to be somewhere in LA
So I can look at the sun and get my thinking done
And if it’s gonna rain tomorrow, let it rain

[Verse 1: John Legend]
The last note I sang was indeed a false (?)
At some old and shabby bar, I never knew the name
But I knew I could and work that (?) all on my dreams
They tell me find that place, find that place

[Hook: John Legend]
And if it’s gonna rain tomorrow, let it rain
Let it rain, let it rain
Let it rain, let it rain

[Verse 2: John Legend]
Deep in my destination, trying to find my destination
With LA so far away and I’m soaking cold today
Constantly it’s on my mind
I’m only halfway there, I’m not caring how much frustration
Oh, I’ve got to cross this nation

[Hook: John Legend]
And if it’s gonna rain tomorrow, let it rain
Let it rain, let it rain
Let it rain, let it rain

[Verse 3: Common]
As the rain falls down from the heavens
Think of how far I came since ’87
Took my hustle and made it a weapon
I was always told "in the pain there’s a blessing"
Mistakes that I made, they mirrored the lessons
Talking with God, I asked clearer questions
Dear Lord, is this what I’m destined for?
If so? Then what am I stressing for?
We tight, then why can’t I let it go?
Everything gon’ be alright, it’s more than a metaphor
Let it rain cause it’s ancestral
Cleanse my heart so they can see the best in you
Let it rain and come down visceral
For those no longer here in the physical
Let it rain cause it’s like tears from you
Just like the rain, I’ll do what I’m here to do
Let it rain, I know that it’s purposeful
So that it can service you and return to you
Let it rain, let the rain surround me
And never drown me, I was lost when it found me
Now in a dream is where I’ll be
Imperial reign came down to crown me
Now in a dream is where I’ll be
Imperial reign came down to crown me
Imperial reign came down to crown me
Now in a dream, a dream is where I’ll be

[Hook: John Legend]
And if it’s gonna rain tomorrow, let it rain
Let it rain, let it rain
Let it rain, let it rain
Let it rain, let it rain
Let it rain, let it rain

Common – Rain lyrics

[Intro: John Legend]
The wind against my face, tells me that I must go
Can’t stay around too long before my tracks gonna catch me
When they do, I’ve got to be somewhere in LA
So I can look at the sun and get my thinking done
And if it’s gonna rain tomorrow, let it rain

[Verse 1: John Legend]
The last note I sang was indeed a false (?)
At some old and shabby bar, I never knew the name
But I knew I could and work that (?) all on my dreams
They tell me find that place, find that place

[Hook: John Legend]
And if it’s gonna rain tomorrow, let it rain
Let it rain, let it rain
Let it rain, let it rain

[Verse 2: John Legend]
Deep in my destination, trying to find my destination
With LA so far away and I’m soaking cold today
Constantly it’s on my mind
I’m only halfway there, I’m not caring how much frustration
Oh, I’ve got to cross this nation

[Hook: John Legend]
And if it’s gonna rain tomorrow, let it rain
Let it rain, let it rain
Let it rain, let it rain

[Verse 3: Common]
As the rain falls down from the heavens
Think of how far I came since ’87
Took my hustle and made it a weapon
I was always told “in the pain there’s a blessing”
Mistakes that I made, they mirrored the lessons
Talking with God, I asked clearer questions
Dear Lord, is this what I’m destined for?
If so? Then what am I stressing for?
We tight, then why can’t I let it go?
Everything gon’ be alright, it’s more than a metaphor
Let it rain cause it’s ancestral
Cleanse my heart so they can see the best in you
Let it rain and come down visceral
For those no longer here in the physical
Let it rain cause it’s like tears from you
Just like the rain, I’ll do what I’m here to do
Let it rain, I know that it’s purposeful
So that it can service you and return to you
Let it rain, let the rain surround me
And never drown me, I was lost when it found me
Now in a dream is where I’ll be
Imperial reign came down to crown me
Now in a dream is where I’ll be
Imperial reign came down to crown me
Imperial reign came down to crown me
Now in a dream, a dream is where I’ll be

[Hook: John Legend]
And if it’s gonna rain tomorrow, let it rain
Let it rain, let it rain
Let it rain, let it rain
Let it rain, let it rain
Let it rain, let it rain

EMI – Science letras

[Verse 1]
I keep making runs up in the North End
She want my number, won’t let me sell to her boyfriend
Met a couple strippers down in Portland
These bitches all addicted to endorphins
I stay round the club ’cause I know they all some sugar babies
Daddy issues, they just hit me when they workin’ late
I just wanna move the price inflated in a different state
I just bought a few, I’ll need a re-up in a couple days

[Hook]
I got it down to a science
If you ain’t about it, do not try it
I’m in the lab, Bill Nye
I got it down to a science
I got it down to a science
I be stayin’ up, I’m workin’ nights
I turn a rock into a diamond
I got it down to a science

[Verse 2]
I don’t miss a beat when I’m in LA
Got my homies juggin’, can’t afford to miss a Friday
All my bitches loyal, they be listenin’ what I say
All my haters crooked, they be lookin’ at me sideways
Papers in my armrest, I ain’t openin’ that glove compartment
I got too much cash on me, I’ll start takin’ credit cards
BECU trappin’, I be jammin’ up the ATM
Police pull me over but I ain’t got shit to say to them

[Hook]
I got it down to a science
If you ain’t about it, do not try it
I’m in the lab, Bill Nye
I got it down to a science
I got it down to a science
I be stayin’ up, I’m workin’ nights
I turn a rock into a diamond
I got it down to a science

[Bridge]
Do not pop the trunk until I’m next to it
And if I sell it, know that I will never do it
I get it back then I invest again
And if you’re front it, be prepared to lose it

[Hook]
I got it down to a science
If you ain’t about it, do not try it
I’m in the lab, Bill Nye
I got it down to a science
I got it down to a science
I be stayin’ up, I’m workin’ nights
I turn a rock into a diamond
I got it down to a science

Quinn – Full Circle

(Prod. ayokay)

(Intro: fade in)
They’re in love
They’re in love

(Chorus 1)
Aye, aye, words that I say
Downtown the light’s out but we choose to stay
I don’t know where this may go
These strangers know all the words in my songs
I tell she lovin’ our style
Shit makes her face red wheneva I smile
I lay down, takes off her clothes
Wake up, I leave for the door

(Verse)
Tell myself I don’t need a drink
I got champagne iced in the sink
They keep callin’ me for the link
Music’s there, but then still I think
I need ya!
Aye, aye, words that I say
East Coast to West Coast, we rhymin’ all day
I really do mean what I say
New York City to LA
Got me feelin’ like oh, no, we bout to blow
We just lay down, 16 songs in a row
You been told, this time you should know
(Now to get your girlfriend in the mood)
(Here’s a lil number by Quinn)

(Chorus 2)
Hey, baby, come inside of my room
I need you to leave out all of that news
I need you by my love and it’s all
Because you love me!
You don’t want me outta your sight
But I can’t stay here all of these nights
You need me by your side
And it’s all because you love me

(Verse 2)
And the man starts speakin’
That’s the sound of the week-end
Left my problems to dry
I’m loungin’ all in the deep end
I can chose whenever I wanna sleep in
So tell me where to go
And they can start peepin’ songs off my new album
Shit ain’t even got a title
Just started singin’, already shit on yo iDles
Smilin’ back at me as they rotated on vinyls
Sun-shaded vibes fill up a room and bloom with my arrival

(Bridge x2)
Roll one up then you pull one out
5 am when we go to sleep
And I’ll be up and I’m feeling good
This is how it’s supposed to be

(Chorus 1)

Meek Mill – On The Regular lyrics

[Hook]
Sell a lot of dope
Dodge a lot of cases
Stickin’ to the basics
Rock a lot of chains
Do a lot of things
Bottles by the cases
Stickin’ to the basics
Do it on the regular
Fuckin’ on the regular
Drippin’ on the regular
Trippin’ on the regular
Count it on the regular
Sippin’ on the regular
Never smokin’ regular
Nigga we ain’t regular

[Verse 1]
I’m out LA for a week, I’m out here playin’ for keeps, yea yea
I never play in them Jeeps, double R back of the seat, yea yea
I’m out here lookin’ like Meech
Flooded the Patek Philippe, yea yea
Boogers all up in the piece
We got the key to the streets, oh Lord
Remember they said I was done done
Fuck that they ain’t know I’m the one one
We get your chain and it’s one one
I tell my nigga I want one
I tell my nigga to get it back
He in the field ’bout to punt somethin’
I hit your main and your side piece
That’s on the low but I’m on one
Wait, wait, wait
Switch sides, niggas switch side
We ain’t never got to dick ride
More tickets than a fish fry
And the chopper had the big guy
Little nigga I’m the boss now
Came back on them game 7
Trap niggas got the ball now
[Hook]
Sell a lot of dope
Dodge a lot of cases
Stickin’ to the basics
Rock a lot of chains
Do a lot of things
Bottles by the cases
Stickin’ to the basics
Do it on the regular
Fuckin’ on the regular
Drippin’ on the regular
Trippin’ on the regular
Count it on the regular
Sippin’ on the regular
Never smokin’ regular
Nigga we ain’t regular

[Verse 2]
Woah, woah, woah
Regular, regular, regular
I do not see no competitors
Hatin’ cause we got ahead of them
I’m getting money etcetera
Bad bitches all on my schedule
Felony, felony, felony
I catch a case and it’s federal
Bikes out summer time aye
Mikes on number nine, yeah
Bad bitch, hella fine, woah
She don’t fuck, never mind, no
I’ma get at her another time
I’ma go scoop me a yellow dime
She go both ways like the yellow line
I’m fuckin’ her friends she fuckin’ mine, oh shit
Still trippin’ ain’t no love for the other side
Rap beef turn to homicides
When we land on them and them hollows fly
Had a bag but you broke nigga
You ain’t fuckin’ with me bottom line
Out of sight nigga out of mind
And my Patek runnin’ out of time

[Hook]
Sell a lot of dope
Dodge a lot of cases
Stickin’ to the basics
Rock a lot of chains
Do a lot of things
Bottles by the cases
Stickin’ to the basics
Do it on the regular
Fuckin’ on the regular
Drippin’ on the regular
Trippin’ on the regular
Count it on the regular
Sippin’ on the regular
Never smokin’ regular
Nigga we ain’t regular

K Camp – F.A.C.T (Rare Mixtape) letras

[Intro]
Nard & B
Bobby Kritical

[Hook]
Pull up to the scene, red ‘Rari that’s a fact
Blow my top while I swerve, getting head that’s a fact
If I hit your baby mama I ain’t sorry, that’s a fact
Bought a Birkin now the bitch act like a Barbie, that’s a fact
Ay, that’s a fact, ay-ay that’s a fact
Ay, that’s a fact, ay-ay that’s a fact
Pull up on the scene, red ‘Rari that’s a fact
Blow my top while I swerve, getting head that’s a fact

[Verse 1]
Nigga thought I fell off, no bitch I’m back
Know I keep a bad bitch by my side, that’s a fact
Plenty bitches popping pills, sucking dick, we on that
You gon’ run off with the wave every time so don’t act
I might hit up Magic throw some change and grab a play
I ain’t worried bout no dance I fuck the waitress anyway
When I call her she gon’ pull up with the pussy any day
I got money coming in, nigga every which way

[Hook]
Pull up to the scene, red ‘Rari that’s a fact
Blow my top while I swerve, getting head that’s a fact
If I hit your baby mama I ain’t sorry, that’s a fact
Bought a Birkin now the bitch act like a Barbie, that’s a fact
Ay, that’s a fact, ay-ay that’s a fact
Ay, that’s a fact, ay-ay that’s a fact
Pull up on the scene, red ‘Rari that’s a fact
Blow my top while I swerve, getting head that’s a fact

[Verse 2]
Nigga wanted issues so I had to give him that
Bitch I came back to the city, brought that wave that’s a fact
I’m in LA with the trapper blowing gas and shooting craps
Why these bitch keep acting petty, she just mad, I don’t react
Flooded out the Rollie now I’m feeling just like Meech
I don’t trap but these niggas still love me in these streets
Vintage shirt, couple chains, and some Yeezys on my feet
Put in work, I ain’t change throwing ones up out the Jeep, ugh

[Hook]
Pull up to the scene, red ‘Rari that’s a fact
Blow my top while I swerve, getting head that’s a fact
If I hit your baby mama I ain’t sorry, that’s a fact
Bought a Birkin now the bitch act like a Barbie, that’s a fact
Ay, that’s a fact, ay-ay that’s a fact
Ay, that’s a fact, ay-ay that’s a fact
Pull up on the scene, red ‘Rari that’s a fact
Blow my top while I swerve, getting head that’s a fact

K Camp – LV (Rare Mixtape) letras

[Intro]
They say they want Camp back
Like I went somewhere or something

[Verse 1]
I’m the boy but you knew it
Fuck what you thought
Kick that game to you niggas
I spit propane to you bitches
I go insane for these riches
Bought me a chain off these benjis
Stay in your lane, I’m not friendly
Just bought my bitch a new Bentley
I got to deal with so many, I like my hoes in they 20’s
I might just fuck off her Remy, fill up my cup with that Henny
Might make you mine, please don’t tempt me
No new friends, don’t need any
Just might go Blanco like Benny
One time for my nigga Kenny
I’m so cold, free my niggas down the road
I’mma ball on you hoes
Never fall for the code, I would never sell my soul
I’d rather sell a bitch
Fuck you niggas, I’m rich
Champagne and Louis V, I’m taking my pick

[Hook]
Walk into the Louis store
Seen that, spent that
Walk into your bitch’s crib
Seen that, killed that
Walk into the bank door
Seen that, flipped that
I can’t trust no lame ho
Seen that, did that

[Verse 2]
I’m in LA in that black truck
Feeling like the president
Windows down, vibing
Please don’t take me out my element
Only thing changed ’bout a nigga is the residence
Fuck you lame hoes, I ain’t buying if you selling it
Stop playing games nigga, I ain’t got no time for it
I feel like just spoiling her, I might buy her Tom Ford
I can see that money with my eyes closed, blindfold
You can say whatever motherfucker, yeah I grind for it
I ain’t cutting no slack, promise I won’t go back
These niggas ain’t playing fair, pretty sure you know that
Camp what’s that you smoking nigga? I call this the gold pack
Walk inside of Louis, bought the whole rack

[Hook]
Walk into the Louis store
Seen that, spent that
Walk into your bitch’s crib
Seen that, killed that
Walk into the bank door
Seen that, flipped that
I can’t trust no lame ho
Seen that, did that

[Outro]
Run that money up, run that money up
Run that money up, run that money up
Run that money up, run that money up
Run that money up, run that money up
Run that money up, run that money up
Run that money up, run that money up
Run that money up, run that money up
Run that money up, run that money up
Walk into the Louis store
Seen that, spent that
Walk into your bitch’s crib
Seen that, killed that

Meek Mill – On The Regular

[Hook]
Sell a lot of dope
Dodge a lot of cases
Stickin’ to the basics
Rock a lot of chains
Do a lot of things
Bottles by the cases
Stickin’ to the basics
Do it on the regular
Fuckin’ on the regular
Drippin’ on the regular
Trippin’ on the regular
Count it on the regular
Sippin’ on the regular
Never smokin’ regular
Nigga we ain’t regular

[Verse 1]
I’m out LA for a week, I’m out here playin’ for keeps, yea, yea
I never play in them Jeeps, double R back of the seat, yea, yea
I’m out here lookin’ like Meech, flooded the Patek Philippe, yea, yea
Bookies all up in the piece, we got the key to the streets, oh Lord
Remember they said I was done done
Fuck that they ain’t know I’m the one one
We get your chain and its one one
I tell my nigga I want one
I tell my nigga to get it back
He in the field ’bout to punt somethin’
I hit your main and your side piece
That’s on the low but I’m on one
Wait, wait, wait
Switch sides, niggas switch side
We ain’t never got to dick ride
More tickets than a fish fry
And the chopper had the big guy
Little nigga I’m the boss now
Came back on them game 7, trap niggas got the ball now
[Hook]
Sell a lot of dope
Dodge a lot of cases
Stickin’ to the basics
Rock a lot of chains
Do a lot of things
Bottles by the cases
Stickin’ to the basics
Do it on the regular
Fuckin’ on the regular
Drippin’ on the regular
Trippin’ on the regular
Count it on the regular
Sippin’ on the regular
Never smokin’ regular
Nigga we ain’t regular

[Verse 2]
Woah, woah, woah
Regular, regular, regular
I do not see no competitors
Hatin’ cause we got ahead of them
I’m getting money etcetera
Bad bitches all on my schedule
Felony, felony, felony
I catch a case and its federal
Bikes out summer time aye
Mikes on number nine yea
Bad bitch hella fine woah
She don’t fuck never mind no
I’ma get at her another time
I’ma go scoop me a yellow dime
She go both ways like the yellow line
I’m fuckin’ her friends she fuckin’ mine, oh shit
Still trippin’ ain’t no love for the other side
Rap beef turn to homicides when we land on them and them hollows fly
Had a bag but you broke nigga
You ain’t fuckin’ with me bottom line
Out of sight nigga out of mind
And my Patek runnin’ out of time

[Hook]
Sell a lot of dope
Dodge a lot of cases
Stickin’ to the basics
Rock a lot of chains
Do a lot of things
Bottles by the cases
Stickin’ to the basics
Do it on the regular
Fuckin’ on the regular
Drippin’ on the regular
Trippin’ on the regular
Count it on the regular
Sippin’ on the regular
Never smokin’ regular
Nigga we ain’t regular

JAHKOY – California Heaven

[Intro: Rico Love]
Turn the lights on

[Verse 1: JAHKOY]
Seems like all these girls are perfect
All these girls are perfect
In LA, in LA
They’ve got so much there to purchase
All those labels on their purses
In LA, in LA
[Pre-Chorus: JAHKOY]
You ain’t gotta die
Just go buy you a plane ticket
(plane ticket, pla-plane ticket)
This place will change your life
Ask the guys who just came to visit
Once they came, they just can’t go nowhere

[Chorus: JAHKOY]
Heaven must be somewhere in California
No place I’ve seen compares to California
There’s nothing but angels out there
A place filled with angels i swear
They say come and join us
The weathers much warmer
Heaven’s california
Heaven’s california

[Verse 2: ScHoolBoy Q]
Yao
Blank face, amazing grace
God damn girl, Got Got Got Damn girl
Use your angel wings, no hands girl
I’m the man from the land girl
Go ham in the lab girl
You know skrt skrt
Lift your skirt skirt
Give me work work
Thats missionary like church church
Legs open like pearly gates in a Thug mansion
Get a thug passion
Without Alize
Bow down to pray
I burn an ounce a day
Puff puff pass
No rosaries like Catholics
Might cop the rolls, just to crash it
You could rock the rollie while I hit it
Hey you could rock the rollie while I hit it
Yeah school boy in a new toy
With a new toy, a whole down fig
You was looking for heaven and you found it
You was looking for heaven and you found it

[Chorus: JAHKOY]
Heaven must be somewhere in California
No place I’ve seen compares to California
There’s nothing but angels out there
A place filled with angels i swear
They say come and join us
The weathers much warmer
Heaven’s california
Heaven’s california

[Verse 3: JAHKOY]
Man they party on the week days (count it)
Party on the week days (count it, count it, count it, count it)
In LA, in LA
I swear they know all the DJs
Walk in the club and don’t pay
Man they must be so paid
Okay, in LA
They poppin in LA

[Pre-Chorus: JAHKOY]
You ain’t gotta die
Just go buy you a plane ticket
(plane ticket, pla-plane ticket)
This place will change your life
Ask the guys who just came to visit
Once they came, they just can’t go nowhere

[Chorus: JAHKOY]
Heaven must be somewhere in California
No place I’ve seen compares to California
There’s nothing but angels out there
A place filled with angels i swear
They say come and join us
The weathers much warmer
Heaven’s california

They say come and join us
The weathers much warmer
Heaven’s california
Heaven’s california

Jerreau – Make A Play (M.A.P) (Never How You Plan Album) letras

[Hook]
I need to make me a play (yeah)
I need to make me a play (oh God)
I need to make me a play (on God)
I need to get back in the game (yeah)
I need to get back in the game (yeah)
I had to get back in the game (oh God)
I had to make me a play (on God)
I had to get back in the game

[Verse 1]
I had to run up the score, I had to get back
I had to run up the floor, I had to hustle
I had to stop fucking with ya’ll, I had to mature (yeah)
I had to start saving some more
So I had to start making some more
You don’t know how I did it cause I did it with out ya’ll
You wasn’t there no you wasn’t involved
Oh God, help me get this off
One of one, I’m good with those odds
And I ain’t taking nothing back from ya’ll
Don’t send no drinks we’ll send them back
And don’t send no shots, its the same with that
I was down bad, now I’m up, no missed lay ups
For 200 Ms, I might have to D Rose the knee up
Euro step to the bank, travel like I need a Beamer
All my niggas believers (yeah)
I don’t need no more people (no)
PJ Rose in the VIP with my feet up, in my Adidas

[Hook]
I need to make me a play (yeah)
I need to make me a play (oh God)
I need to make me a play (on God)
I need to get back in the game (yeah)
I need to get back in the game (yeah)
I had to get back in the game (oh God)
I had to make me a play (on God)
I had to get back in the game

[Verse 2]
Lights on just to front, I’mma pull up, hop out
Imma do my own stunts, Imma do how I want
First they love you then hate you, then they love you again
The same ones burning your jersey the same ones cheering again
But fuck it
Let em all in, invite em all in
Hop in that Benz, hop out of that Benz
Call all of your friends, tell all of your friends
We in Vegas at Wynn, she came through for the win
She pulled up for the win, on some game winning shit
This where it begins, this where it all ends
On some I started this shit, I’m gon’ finish this shit
And I’m not for the play, I’m in street clothes today
Study all of my tapes, then I’m back in the gym
I’m back on they heals, I’m back in LA
Shit I’m back in the hills, hit shorty like I need to score on this break
Thought I wanted a deal, I signed my deal, then got out of my deal
Free agent, for real but we did it for real
Shoutout all the niggas that all got me here, at least it was real
And that’s how I feel, now it’s a new feel

[Hook] x 2
I need to make me a play (yeah)
I need to make me a play (oh God)
I need to make me a play (on God)
I need to get back in the game (yeah)
I need to get back in the game (yeah)
I had to get back in the game (oh God)
I had to make me a play (on God)
I had to get back in the game

Jerreau – Champagne (Ohh Baby) (Never How You Plan Album) letras

[Intro: Jerreau]

Yea
That’s just the shit that we do
Just the shit that we do
Is you wit it, is you wit it or not?
Uh
Probably not
[Verse 1: Jerreau]

One of my niggas got Beamer
Damn, all of my niggas Benz
I still need me a new Beamer, E30 stunt wit my friends
Let it all work out I’m a flex, I ain’t been in no body’s gym
I live and work in myspace
When you gon come out and play? What neighborhood kids say
You should see where I stay
You should come to LA
She need to see how I live, you should just pull up and chill
Really be keeping it real
Best secret, I never tell
I need to make me some dough
Pay me for all my ideas, to the order of Bankreau
That MF, with the shits – he really is (un)
Art on my walls
I need work on call
Need you to tell me you love me and show and all
I need consenting adults, who’s up when I call
Who know why I called and down for the cause (uh)
I know you know why I called
Need cause on my walls, floating stair cases and all
In door, out door living space – floor to ceiling windows
Need private estates. My very own Xscape (escape)
Sing to me ‘who can I run to’ tell me it be ok (un)
Stack for a Wraith, save for a rainy day
But that’s far and few between, now that I’m out in LA
Look, this shit is Summer league, I need bottles to pop
I need curfew, I never make it home before dark

[Hook: Jerreau]

We’ll buy champagne just to pop on the porch
We’ll buy champagne just to chill on the stump
Yup, that’s just the shit that we do
Yup, that’s just the shit that we do
Turn radio off, but we still gone pop
Champagne bottles, yea we still gone pop
Is you wit it or not?
Is you wit, is you wit it, or not?

[Verse 2: Jerreau]

Nah, we don’t go out like we did before
We take the music, women and drinks, where ever we go
AirBnb a house, check cell phones at the doe’
Cause they can’t live in the moment, shit you know how that go
They be textin’ me and shit but we don’t kick it no mo’
You never know who she really is ’till you say no
Younce like, I ain’t never said yes
Janet, that’s just the way love goes
Yo
Got groupies in a Uber lapped up, they can get it too
Her friends don’t even know that I rap, they just think I’m cool
Cool, till they start blockin’ on you
She sober, and an adult, shit let her choose
One won’t do, two is not enough
Win by two, that’s old school (un)
This new school, like when your family moved (un)
I had her at the crib like after school
Then she came first like after you (un)
Ended up at 1Oak after Avenue
I came a long way from Livingston Avenue
Music ain’t the half that I do
I do the math then go in half with you
Yea, look
Can’t wait on no nigga, that’s how you get left behind
Why wait? When you the one that gave these niggas a ride
Fully loaded AP, it’s almost that time
Runnin’ for Rolex president, take time
I look around at all these women, think it’ll be fine
I left the crib, moved west
Three hours behind, till ahead of you niggas
Some days I don’t want to rhyme
Damn, I got to get what’s mine
I don’t my niggas, there’s some shit that you just got to do
And I did some shit that I ain’t want to do
About to link up with my niggas how I always do
Get vittles, tear the block up and get respect – ain’t much to do

[Hook: Jerreau]

We’ll buy champagne just to pop on the porch
We’ll buy champagne just to chill on the stump
Yup, that’s just the shit that we do
Yup, that’s just the shit that we do
Turn radio off, but we still gone pop
Champagne bottles, yea we still gone pop
Is you wit it or not?
Is you wit, is you wit it, or not?

[Verse 3: Jerreau]

Crew with your mouth closed, they will steal your food
They will take your culture, then sale it right back to you
Then shoot you
You got to pay funeral cost too
I’m brawny and brute and I stand 7’2
How I ball, there’s no substitute
Student and the teacher too
Never How You Plan, just the shit that we do

Roy Wood$ – Just Like That Part II letras

[Intro]
Like that, just like that, like that
Uh, that, like that, oh

[Verse 1]
Pull up with a star, LA in the dark
Come with your girlfriends, roll with a real nigga
Hennessy and loud, Cali Kush and woods
Shawty just a lil thick, don’t play round with the south side

[Bridge]
I can’t find no one else who’s real as this
Sugar came sweet last year, love can get you killed
Oh let’s leave the 6 and far out in your ends
And you want to leave your friends, for a Southside nigga again

[Hook]
That, like that, just like that, like that
Uh, that, like that, just like that, like that
Uh, that, like that, just like that, like that
Uh, that, like that, oh
That, like that, just like that, like that
Uh, that, like that, just like that, like that
Uh, that, like that, just like that, like that
Uh, that, like that, oh

[Verse 2]
She does it all fast, her bags never last
So she’ll come ask me, for a bump and a drive
I’m smoking [?] with the hash, she was around for the last
Excuse to the restroom, [?]

[Bridge]
I can’t find no one else who’s real as this
Sugar came sweet last year, love can get you killed
Oh let’s leave the 6 and far out in your ends
And you want to leave your friends, for a Southside nigga again

[Hook]
That, like that, just like that, like that
Uh, that, like that, just like that, like that
Uh, that, like that, just like that, like that
Uh, that, like that, oh
That, like that, just like that, like that
Uh, that, like that, just like that, like that
Uh, that, like that, just like that, like that
Uh, that, like that, oh

[Verse 3]
Smokin’ weed, girl I’ll lick you from your knees
Don’t be shy to ask for me, girl [?] sober
I’m the only one up front always willing to stay fly
We’re the only ones outside, my high always reach the skies
I hope nothing here goes wrong

[Bridge]
I can’t find no one else who’s real as this
Sugar came sweet last year, love can get you killed
Oh let’s leave the 6 and far out in your ends
And you want to leave your friends, for a Southside nigga again

[Hook]
That, like that, just like that, like that
Uh, that, like that, just like that, like that
Uh, that, like that, just like that, like that
Uh, that, like that, oh
That, like that, just like that, like that
Uh, that, like that, just like that, like that
Uh, that, like that, just like that, like that
Uh, that, like that, oh

Far East Movement – Don’t Speak

[Verse 1: Tiffany]
You’re playing shy
Don’t think that I don’t wanna be
Treading around you carefully
I don’t play games
I don’t play
Don’t care to know your name
I just want you for tonight
I wanna dance
All night in LA, I’ll make your advance
We run like it’s payday
There’s crazy tension in the air
Think we should start a love affair

[Bridge: Tiffany]
Breathe don’t speak
Why don’t you come and dance with me
Get weak
The beat will leave you lost, just screamin’ (oh-oh)
Someone help me (oh-oh)
The people help me scream it
Breathe don’t speak
Why don’t you come and dance with me
Get weak
The beat will leave you lost, just screamin’ (oh-oh)
Someone help me (oh-oh)
Someone help me
[Chorus: Tiffany]
Don’t you people leave with me
Don’t you people leave with me
Don’t you people leave with me
Don’t you people leave with me
People leave us screamin’
Don’t you people leave with me
Don’t you people leave with me
Don’t you people leave with me
Don’t you people leave with me
People leave us screamin’

[Verse 2: Tiffany]
I’m alive
This love is bound to last past five
We won’t get out until the night
I wanna play
Tonight ain’t over yet
Don’t know your name
Ain’t nothing to regret
I wanna dance
All night in LA, make your advance
We run like it’s payday
There’s crazy tension in the air
Think we should start a love affair

[Bridge: Tiffany]
Breathe don’t speak
Why don’t you come and dance with me
Get weak
The beat will leave you lost just screamin’ (oh-oh)
Someone help me (oh-oh)
The people help me scream it
Breathe don’t speak
Why don’t you come and dance with me
Get weak
The beat will leave you lost just screamin’ (oh-oh)
Someone help me (oh-oh)
Someone help me

[Chorus]
Don’t you people leave with me
Don’t you people leave with me
Don’t you people leave with me
Don’t you people leave with me
People leave it screamin’
Don’t you people leave with me
Don’t you people leave with me
Don’t you people leave with me
Don’t you people leave with me
People leave it screamin’
Don’t you people leave with me
Don’t you people leave with me
Don’t you people leave with me
Don’t you people leave with me

[Outro]

Far East Movement – FBG$

[MIKNNA:]
Going out every weekend
Spending all of my money
Now that I’m alone
I ain’t got no time for lovin’
Ooh oooh I don’t know what to do with myself
Ooh oooh I don’t know what to do with myself
(Don’t know what to do, I don’t know what to do)

Fuck bitches, get money
Fuck bitches, get money
Fuck bitches, get money
Fuck bitches, get money
Fuck bitches, get money
Fuck bitches, get money
Fuck bitches, get money
Fuck bitches, get money

[Big K.R.I.T:]
I’m talking dolla dolla dolla dolla bill
She fuck for free, I tried to feed her
Bring that beer
I’m little drinking, that’s some shit I ain’t used to
But if they throw that pussy at you, what would you do?
I gotta knock it down like I do to K-Dot tho
I gotta flip it like Screens when I’m on fo’s
I told her get down and get down on the floor
The type of freak [?], you never know
We on that layer, tryna pair us
Force us on the slash
Owing to the lights [?]
[?] I whip it, so dramatic
Why dodging it, dance
Just beat it through the traffic
To get home and bust these bands on that ass
Big bang bro, we flexin’ it to the max
Money make her come, she don’t know how to end
If it ain’t fucking bitches that gettin’ straight through the wealth
Shawty, I don’t know what to do with myself

[Chorus: MIKNNA]
Fuck bitches, get money
Fuck bitches, get money
Fuck bitches, get money
Fuck bitches, get money
Fuck bitches, get money
Fuck bitches, get money
Fuck bitches, get money
Fuck bitches, get money

[Far East Movement:]
Living on airplane mode
Never wanna change with my LA flow
Different shoes different legs through the valet doors
Put you on the payroll not your everyday hoes
Private with the pimpin keep it tinted Benzo
Fuck bitches, get riches be the fuckin M.O.
Cause I innovate, I don’t play with imitate dough
Stay cuttin’ mad fishes up Hattori Hanzo

Flippin’ scales, sippin’ pales
Robbin bad bitches blind, watch me fingerbang in Braille
Pin the tails, yo I never fail
Gimme one night wit the fatty, kill the kitty, then I wish it well
Playa by the code, feed ’em thru the nose
White bitches diggin’ like an interview in Vogue
Frosted wit’ the cinnamon, I’m fuckin’ witcha both
4 queens wit’ the king make a muthafucka fold

[MIKNNA:]
Going out every weekend
Spending all of my money
Now that I’m alone
I ain’t got no time for lovin’
Ooh oooh I don’t know what to do with myself
Ooh oooh I don’t know what to do with myself

Fuck bitches, get money
Fuck bitches, get money
Fuck bitches, get money
Fuck bitches, get money
Fuck bitches, get money
Fuck bitches, get money
Fuck bitches, get money
Fuck bitches, get money

Dora & Dolly – Party With My Woes (Family Ties Mixtape) letras

[Intro]
That boy Cass

[Hook: Dolly]
Rollin’ deep is how we roll
Money, cars, they come and go
Fuckin’ bitches I don’t know
Glisten now on (?) Rolex
Let’s get stoned
Fuck it let’s get stoned, alright
Diamonds filled with lots of gold
Ear rings look like (?)
Representin’ what I know
Up until the sun come up
Let’s go
Party with my woes, alright

[Verse 1: Dolly]
Travellin’ around and fuckin’ blow
Bankroll so big it can’t even fold
Real life family’s all I know
Friends they here, they come and go
Mama told me I’m next to blow
God is to my heart for sure
Sittin’ back, watch my story unfold
Did that, wasn’t meant to fit in
Get that, I’m a self made twin
For some moves that I’m tryna make it happen
Kendra, that’s my only best friend
She with me wrong or right so I got her to the end
Meditate cause my mind’s steady fakin’
When the world on top and you got blessin’s
(?)
But I ain’t trippin’
I’m a roll ’em like a bowlin’ pin
Knock it down, stand up tall, do it all again
Head hard move solid (?)
Watch (?)
Graduated so don’t test my mental skill
Here you go, I bought you a meal
Eat cause that’s the only deal you’ll seal
That’s all you see me as, as a bill
And y’all supposed to be my family, tryna keep it trill
And I’m for real

[Hook: Dolly]
Rollin’ deep is how we roll
Money, cars, they come and go
Fuckin’ bitches I don’t know
Glisten now on (?) Rolex
Let’s get stoned
Fuck it let’s get stoned, alright
Diamonds filled with lots of gold
Ear rings look like (?)
Representin’ what I know
Up until the sun come up
Let’s go
Party with my woes, alright

[Verse 2: Dora]
All I do is party with my woes every night
I ain’t fuckin’ with these hoes, no-no
It’s a lot of he say she say that
And I ain’t with the shit cause I gotta get that
I want mine on top, better get back
Bitch came with my nigga, I’ma hit that
I ain’t playin’ with no ho, I’m tryna get that
I got the money comin’ in (?) back
I ain’t goin’ back and forth, no this and that
And I heard you lil niggas were playin’ with lil racks
You need to stop that
Mean while I’m in the Vette coupe with the top back
Rolls Royce shit, I run the cockpit
I got a house in LA
You cannot come where I stay, no
I’m far away, ay
You got to be in my shoes
You know the roles
It’s YSL to the death of me
You know the rules, rules
Kissin’ baby girl
You gonna lose

[Hook: Dolly]
Rollin’ deep is how we roll
Money, cars, they come and go
Fuckin’ bitches I don’t know
Glisten now on (?) Rolex
Let’s get stoned
Fuck it let’s get stoned, alright
Diamonds filled with lots of gold
Ear rings look like (?)
Representin’ what I know
Up until the sun come up
Let’s go
Party with my woes, alright

Rick Ross – Freaky Hoe (feat. Juicy J, Too Short & Big Krit) (Priorities 5 Album) letras

[Hook: Big K.R.I.T.]
Fuck the whole clique, you’s a freaky ho
Fuck the whole clique, you’s a freaky ho
Get it off the flo’, you’s a freaky ho
Do it for the dough, you’s a freaky ho
Fuck the whole clique, you’s a freaky ho
Fuck the whole clique, you’s a freaky ho
Get it off the flo’, you’s a freaky ho
Do it for the dough, you’s a freaky ho, freaky ho
Let it twerkulate, ho, let it twerkulate
Let it twerkulate, ho, let it twerkulate
Let it twerkulate, ho, let it twerkulate (Boss)
Let it twerkulate, ho, let it twerkulate

[Verse 1: Rick Ross]
Freaky nigga so I fuck her in her mouth
Fuck her in the ass, then I’m fucking out
Fatboy a baller, yeah they know what’s up
Diamonds in her pussy when I fingerfuck
Rich niggas get a pass when we nut fast
Now the pussy be good with yo’ bum ass
Fucking all night, freaky bitch’ll jump off the shelf
She ask me to choke her, I keep my hands to myself
We fuck on the flo’, I’m rolling up dough
I lean to the side, she loving the stroke
Better and badder, she got wetter and wetter
Then she fucked all my niggas and I will never forget her

[Hook: Big K.R.I.T.]
Fuck the whole clique, you’s a freaky ho (mhm)
Fuck the whole clique, you’s a freaky ho (you know it)
Get it off the flo’, you’s a freaky ho (freaky ho)
Do it for the dough, you’s a freaky ho (freaky ho)
Fuck the whole clique, you’s a freaky ho (yeah)
Fuck the whole clique, you’s a freaky ho (aye)
Get it off the flo’, you’s a freaky ho (aye)
Do it for the dough, you’s a freaky ho, freaky ho
Let it twerkulate, ho, let it twerkulate
Let it twerkulate, ho, let it twerkulate
Let it twerkulate, ho, let it twerkulate
Let it twerkulate, ho, let it twerkulate

[Verse 2: Juicy J]
She do something strange for a piece of change
Swallow the whole thang and she don’t complain
I met her in the sto’, I was high and had the munchies
Shawty slid a whole banana down her throat like a monkey
Had to take her to the spot, and that ass like a donkey
You know dope dick turn a broke bitch into a junkie
You know dope dick turn a rich bitch into a fiend
Had to leave that bitch alone, she was drinking all my lean
Dripping lipstick slob on my $1000 jeans
I ain’t know she was this nasty, she not even gagging
Go and pop a molly, pop a perc, pop a xan
Then give me blue tooth, that’s that head with no hands

[Hook: Big K.R.I.T.]
Fuck the whole clique, you’s a freaky ho (aye)
Fuck the whole clique, you’s a freaky ho (what?)
Get it off the flo’, you’s a freaky ho (can’t hear ya)
Do it for the dough, you’s a freaky ho (can’t hear ya)
Fuck the whole clique, you’s a freaky ho (can’t hear ya)
Fuck the whole clique, you’s a freaky ho (what?)
Get it off the flo’, you’s a freaky ho (say what?)
Do it for the dough, you’s a freaky ho (tell ’em)
Let it twerkulate, ho, let it twerkulate (tell ’em)
Let it twerkulate, ho, let it twerkulate (tell ’em)
Let it twerkulate, ho, let it twerkulate (tell ’em)
Let it twerkulate, ho, let it twerkulate

[Verse 3: Too $hort]
I fucked your main bitch and who she hang with
They call me Too $hort, fuck you fucking name bitch
Bad bitches like you, I just be freaking ’em
I hit it once or twice, then we never speak again
You remind me of a bitch I met years ago
You either look like your mama or you been it befo’
You got a Georgia Peach ass with a Miami face
LA swag with New York taste
Me and Luke we used to fuck ’em after shows
Now me and Rozay we fucking all the hoes
In the 3-o-5, where the bitches say “pay me”
And KOD, orange Tootsies going crazy
Yeah I fuck with Katie all the way to East Oakland
And when you with a boss mayne, you know we smoking
I’m looking for a bitch, that love to tell
Now pop that pussy girl and scrub the ground

[Hook: Big K.R.I.T.]
Fuck the whole clique, you’s a freaky ho
Fuck the whole clique, you’s a freaky ho
Get it off the flo’, you’s a freaky ho
Do it for the dough, you’s a freaky ho
Fuck the whole clique, you’s a freaky ho
Fuck the whole clique, you’s a freaky ho
Get it off the flo’, you’s a freaky ho
Do it for the dough, you’s a freaky ho, freaky ho
Let it twerkulate, ho, let it twerkulate
Let it twerkulate, ho, let it twerkulate
Let it twerkulate, ho, let it twerkulate
Let it twerkulate, ho, let it twerkulate