Migos – Roll In Peace (Remix) (feat. Gucci Mane)

[Verse 1: Offset]
In the kitchen with a lot of white (white)
I done fucked a lot of niggas’ wife (smash)
Make a milli, then I make it twice (M’s)
Bought that Wraith and had the ceilin’ light (Wraith)
I like a bitch with some cellulite (ooh)
Tape a brick to her, take a flight (ooh)
Used to ask what the lick was like (where?)
Now I’m askin’ what the Lear look like (huh?)
Niggas copy, Mike Tyson bite (ahh-urr, ahh-urr, ahh)
Smokin’ cookie, yeah, that’s dynamite (cookie, woo)
Lamborghini, white on white (Lamborghini)
All these diamonds, yeah, they white on white (white)
Takin’ chances, had to roll the dice (aye)
Send my shooters, come and take your life (brrt)
Born with it
Count a hundred thousand start snowin’ with it (hundred)
Go and get it
Thirty round clip tear off a arm or ligament (rrah)
Bitch I’m O-Dog from Menace (urr)
You trappin’ hard for pennies (go)
Hop in the frog, it’s tinted (skrrt)
Askin’ the Lord, forgive me (hey)

[Verse 2: TakeOff]
Pop me a missile (ayy)
Take me a picture (flash)
Get right witcha (I’ma get right witcha)
Lit like Christmas (like Christmas)
White like tissue (white)
Drank too official (drank)
Cut like scissors (cut)
Boy got wisdom (wisdom)
Fuckin’ on vixens (smash)
Whole gang itchin’ (itch)
Fuckin’ with the wrong one, trippin’
Thirty round extension for the tension (brrt)
Hundred round drum, listen
Fuck around and end up missin’ (brrt)
Get ’em knocked off for a ticket
Have my young nigga do the sentence
Aw man, whip up the white, Wendy
Pick up the pipe, and she get no penny (nope)
Rockstar livin’ life, Lenny
You can do better, never settle
Keep a Beretta, case of the pressure (brrt)
I tell the plug mail ’em
Which way? Dat way, tell ’em, ayy

[Verse 3: Gucci Mane]
Man it’s Gucci Mane the Goat
And I’m at these rappers throats
I’m like Scarface on a banana boat, I’m tryna keep afloat
Yeah it’s Wop the Guwopster
I live like a mobster
Eat shrimp and lobster
I flew in with a chopper
Breaking bread that’s my breakfast
Two bitches I’m so selfish
I wanna cut her off
Her head too good it got me helpless
Ya should feel embarrassed
I just touched down in Paris
My homie said he single but his side-bitches are married
Save some for the drama though
Guess I’m still the DJ
[?]
So I’m throwing cash and repay
Flush it on the freeway
Got cash [?] 3k
Countin’ cash for three days and all my pussy’s prepaid

NF – Outcast

[Verse 1]
Woke up in the cell, where am I at?
Yeah, it’s cold, but I like that
What am I, trapped?
Heart’s beating out of my chest
Door’s locked, but the keys are in my hands
Hm, yeah, that’s weird, it doesn’t make sense, does it?
I make songs, I don’t make friends, judge me
Might smile, but it ain’t that funny
Sing along to the pain, they love it
Life’s like a merry-go-round
And I’m still tryna figure it out
I like space, I don’t fit in the crowds
My whole life I’ve been airin’ it out
Oh, I’m gettin’ into character now
Feels wrong, but it feels right
My feelings seal tight real nice
But I will fight anything to win
But I’m not Mike Tyson, I won’t bite ya’
But I will tell you if I don’t like you
I am not the norm
I got my own shoes, I ain’t tryna fit in yours
I never been married, but I’ve felt divorced
*Hi, I’m Nate, have we met before?*
Somebody told you I was wack? Check the source
Somebody told you I was back? Yes, of course
You got a problem with the fans? There’s the door
You lookin’ for the old me? Check the morgue, agh!
Not a fortune-teller, but I can see into the future better
Ain’t no tellin’ what’ll happen when I pick up the microphone, get the fans together
Same style, but the songs are better
Been a year and a half, feels like it’s gone forever
Ain’t no drink in my hand, but you know the buzz is comin’
Big steps in the game, yeah, the Hulk is running
My thoughts are funny, it feels like I’m onto something, yeah

[Pre-Chorus]
I’m high off the music, my head’s in the clouds
I kinda like it up here, I am not comin’ down
I’d rather be alone, I am not good in crowds
Which is kinda confusin’, I’ve no been that way since a child
They laughin’, they tell me I’ll never get out
I’m just tryna be me, I am nobody else
I don’t care what you think, I’m just bein’ myself
So I guess for now

[Chorus]
I’ll just be the outcast
I’ll just be the outcast
I’ll just be the outcast
I guess I’ll be the outcast

[Verse 2]
Yeah, I guess I don’t fit the mold of rap
‘Cause I’m respectin’ women
"I heard your record, I was laughin at it"
Maybe they would like me more if I got a little graphic with it
Nah, I don’t wanna blend in with you little rappin’ idiots, I’d rather be the outcast
I ain’t never puttin’ out trash
I take a hundred and staple it right to my tongue
I always put the money where my mouth’s at, ah!
Feels good to be here now
I’m a weird person with a weird crowd
What, you don’t like that?
That’s cool, that’s great, that’s fine, okay, you can leave now
Got a weird smile, but I like it though
I paint it on me and I’m walkin’ to the microphone
And put the caution tape around me like I did in Intro I, yeah!
Yeah, they got me reminiscin’ now!
Yeah, you done know I’m ’bout to go mad
Never wanted something so bad
Goosebumps through the whole track
Ain’t no way I’m gonna hold back
Got me thinkin’ that I’m cookin’ in a meth lab
I don’t blow it up in front of my own eyes
You look a little lost, you ain’t get that?
Comin’ from a town where nobody hears a rap like this
I never get the memo, must’ve missed that
Wow!
Here I go in my feelings again, I can feel it again
So I lay in my bed, in my cell with the pen
And I dwell on my sins, I keep wonderin’ when
Time to open the the doors, they don’t know who I am
But I pick up the keys and I put on my Timbs
And I stare at the locks and the tat on my skin
And I think to myself, "I don’t wanna fit in"

[Pre-Chorus]
I’m high off the music, my head’s in the clouds
I kinda like it up here, I am not comin’ down
I’d rather be alone, I am not good in crowds
Which is kinda confusin’, I’ve no been that way since a child
They laughin’, they tell me I’ll never get out
I’m just tryna be me, I am nobody else
I don’t care what you think, I’m just bein’ myself
So I guess for now

[Chorus]
Yeah, I’ll just be the outcast
I’ll just be the outcast
I’ll just be the outcast
I guess I’ll be the outcast

[Verse 3]
Yeah, tryna focus
Take a knife to my head then I cut it open
Take my brain, put it on the floor tryna figure out my motives
Y’all thought I was an issue when the door was locked
Nah, you should see me when the door opens
Every night I can hear voices
Put a camera in my face, might turn Joker like I’m Mike Posner
Always been a little complex
Difficult to process
Some of y’all wanna sit around and try to pick apart my bars
Here’s some lines you could dissect:
If I’ma die, I’ma die givin’ everything that I have
Take a deep breath, I don’t need y’all’s respect
I’m a reject kid at recess playin’ games with his make-believe friends
Yeah, I don’t ever take a night off
Lights off in the room and I write songs
I might fall into my thoughts once in a while when the mic’s off
You ain’t ever seen no drive like mine, better hop outta my car
I’m about to unlock my doors
You ain’t got a seat belt on, better find one
Gettin’ sick of people tellin’ me to smile more
T.S. was a chapter I’ll never forget, it was therapy for me
But it’s time to turn the page now
Hey, shut up! I’m tryna tell ’em my story!
I’m sorry, I wasn’t yellin’ at y’all, I was talkin’ to the voices
I rip out the drums of the industry’s ears for tryin’ to ignore me and playin’ while singin’ this chorus

[Chorus]
I’ll just be the outcast
I’ll just be the outcast
I’ll just be the outcast
I guess I’ll be the outcast

[Chorus]
I’ll just be the outcast
I’ll just be the outcast
I’ll just be the outcast
I guess I’ll be the outcast

Lil Pump – Pinky Ring Lyrics

[Intro: Rick Ross]
We finna make history
[?] in this mufucka
Lil Pump, what’s up?
I started right where you at, nigga
50 million later, ya hear me?
Whoa
Maybach Music

[Verse 1: Rick Ross]
All the hoes wanna suck dick
All the hoes wanna fuck me
All the niggas wanna hate though
Get whacked in the front seat
Face down when she topless
Can’t post all the choppas
Dade County where I came from
No room for imposters
Cocaine on the stovetop
Yayo up, won’t lie
Advance break like a b-ball
Bullet hole like a donut
Bel-Air for the new crib
Bel-Air for the black bottom
Bel-Air my new old school
Gettin’ out like I’m John Gotti
Fuck nigga don’t want none
Goin’ bad like I’m on somethin’
50 grand for the new watch
Rob me and I won’t run
Window on the photo
Call her up on the polo
Everybody still gang-gang but your ass die solo
Everybody die solo, everybody die solo
Everybody die solo, everybody die solo

[Pre-Chorus: Lil Pump]
Bang
Lil Pump, ooh, ayy

[Chorus: Lil Pump]
Spent 20 racks on a pinky ring
Walk in the club with a diamond chain
Spent 20 racks on a pinky ring
Walk in the club with a diamond chain
Pinky ring, pinky ring, pinky ring
Pinky ring, pinky ring
Pinky ring, pinky ring, pinky ring
Pinky ring, pinky ring

[Verse 2: Lil Pump]
I fuck your bitch in some Gucci loafers
I bust a nut in her Louie sofa
VVS all on my diamond choker
I crashed the Porsche and I crashed the Rover
I told my mama I’m sorry, ooh
I think I just popped a Molly, yuh
I think I’m whippin’ up whitney
I’m whippin’ up whitney, I turn into Scotty, ooh
Lil Pump in Maserati, ooh
Lil Pump ain’t got no license, yeah
I fuck a bitch, I ain’t wifin’, ooh
Bite a bitch ear like Mike Tyson, yuh

[Verse 3: SmokePurpp]
Hard, got lean in my backpack (backpack)
MAC-11 turned to a Big Mac (blat, blat, blat)
Niggas gettin’ pulled like a thumb tack (woo)
Let me get the pen, hit a Chase bank (Chase bank)
Niggas want beer, we got that
And I got water on me like flapjack (water, water, water)
Came in the club with a big rack
Bitch, I want the lean and I’m doin’ up the zig-zags
Pinky ring, diamond ring
Fuck up the pot with like 10 chains
Hood rich, bitch, I don’t need fame
Pull up on your bitch in an airplane
I just got brand new shoes
All day zap up, crash the Coupe
And I brought a dog in the club, too
Everything I buy, I gotta buy two

[Chorus: Lil Pump]
Spent 20 racks on a pinky ring
Walk in the club with a diamond chain
Spent 20 racks on a pinky ring
Walk in the club with a diamond chain
Pinky ring, pinky ring, pinky ring
Pinky ring, pinky ring
Pinky ring, pinky ring, pinky ring
Pinky ring, pinky ring
Spent 20 racks on a pinky ring
Walk in the club with a diamond chain
Spent 20 racks on a pinky ring
Walk in the club with a diamond chain
Pinky ring, pinky ring, pinky ring
Pinky ring, pinky ring
Pinky ring, pinky ring, pinky ring
Pinky ring, pinky ring

Nav – Good For It

[Verse 1]
Spark a Woody, gettin’ buzz like Lightyear
You fuck that bitch, I fucked her first so I might care
Got these rappers stressin’ out, they growin’ white hair
I dumped that bitch, sold her a dream, I gave her nightmares
They talkin’ shit from far away, my .40 right here
Shooter shoot like Steve Kerr, I feel like Mike here
Told that bitch I’m not Mike Tyson, I don’t bite ears
My shorty 21, she in her prime years
I don’t want her body, I want her mind, yeah
My Lambo will transform, Optimus Prime, yeah
I had to leave the Rex, the 6 is full of slimes, yeah
They see me gettin’ money, feel like droppin’ dimes, yeah
She said she wanna be my wife, I said don’t waste my time
I’ll prolly keep on fuckin’ bitches ’til I’m 49
Please don’t try me ’cause you know I’m Addy’d up
He thought he was lit until we lit him up

[Pre-Chorus]
I’m just a brown boy with a bag
I got hitters poppin’ shit, I’m just poppin’ all these tags
Come get your issue, we got mags
The only time when I’m not fuckin’ on your bitch, she on the rag

[Chorus]
Told my plug I need a pound
You know I’m good for it
I book a flight for your bitch
She know I’m good for it
My jeweler made another chain
He know I’m good for it
I’m what the music game needed
Yeah I’m good for it

[Verse 2]
Got some money and they sayin’ that I changed now
She don’t wanna fuck me, I’m tryna fuck her friend now
She said she not a stripper, I still made her strip now
I’m doin’ good, I left the Rex, I’m off the strip now
Had to upgrade all my shooters, got ’em 30 clips
Told ’em best not wear my merch when you be doin’ shit
My bro still in the trap, I’m tryna get him out the shit
‘Cause he can’t build a house with only half a brick
Ain’t talkin’ burgers when I say that we was hittin’ licks
You fuck around I might just fuck around and fuck your bitch
You switch your life around and that’s when all your family switch
Tell me who else would keep the lights on if I wasn’t lit
These pussies actin’ like some toilets, wanna take my shit
I got some Mali’s from the south side, they be sprayin’ shit
Like 2K player mode, I had to recreate myself
You wearin’ fake designer, try to recreate my belt

[Pre-Chorus]
I’m just a brown boy with a bag
I got hitters poppin’ shit, I’m just poppin’ all these tags
Come get your issue, we got mags
The only time when I’m not fuckin’ on your bitch, she on the rag

[Chorus]
Told my plug I need a pound
You know I’m good for it
I book a flight for your bitch
She know I’m good for it
My jeweler made another chain
He know I’m good for it
I’m what the music game needed
Yeah I’m good for it

Migos – Get Right Witcha

Hold up, get right witcha (I’ma get right witcha)
Bad bitches, fuck ’em then dismiss em (bad, woo)
I ain’t really here to take no pictures (flash)
Middle finger up fuck the system (fuck ’em)

Yeah, coupe is robotic, I ain’t touchin’ (nah, skrt)
Lookin’ at your hoe because she bustin’ (ye, woo)
Ridin’ in the coupe with the wings (brrt)
Going to Thailand with them chinks (chinks)
Percocet party, servin’ fiends (perky!)
Swear to god my plug was Vietnamese (brrt brrt brrt)
Taliban, my drugs, wrap ’em please (Taliban)
Servin’ all day, my gas on E (let’s go)
Thirty hollow tips in extendo (bow, thirty)
Shadows keep wavin’ by my window (woo, shadows)
Thankin’ God he saved my life from kick doors (god!)
Still sippin’ oil, Migos Citgo (drank, gone)

Hold up, get right witcha (I’ma get right witcha)
Bad bitches, fuck ’em then dismiss em (bad, woo)
I ain’t really here to take no pictures (flash)
Middle finger up fuck the system (fuck ’em)
Get right witcha (I’ma get right witcha)
Get right witcha (I’ma get right witcha)
Hold up, get right witcha (I’ma get right witcha)
Get right witcha

Offset!
In the kitchen with a lot of white (white)
I done fucked a lot of niggas’ wife (smash)
Make a milli, then I make it twice (M’s)
Bought that Wraith and had the ceiling light (Wraith)
I like a bitch with some cellulite (ooh)
Tape a brick to her, take a flight (ooh)
Used to ask what the lick was like (where?)
Now I’m askin’ what the Lear look like (huh?)
Niggas copy, Mike Tyson bite (ahh-urr, ahh-urr, ahh)
Smokin’ cookie yeah that’s dynamite (cookie, woo)
Lamborghini, white on white (Lamborghini)
All these diamonds yeah they white on white (white)
Takin’ chances, had to roll the dice (aye)
Send my shooters, come and take your life (brrt)
Born with it, count a hundred thousand start snowin’ with it (hundred)
Go and get it, thirty round clip tear off a arm or ligament (rrah)
Bitch I’m a dog from menace (urr)
You trappin’ hard for pennies (go)
Hop in the frog, it’s tinted (skrrt)
Askin’ the lord, forgive me (hey)

Hold up, get right witcha (I’ma get right witcha)
Bad bitches, fuck ’em then dismiss em (bad, woo)
I ain’t really here to take no pictures (flash)
Middle finger up fuck the system (fuck ’em)
Get right witcha (I’ma get right witcha)
Get right witcha (I’ma get right witcha)
Hold up, get right witcha (I’ma get right witcha)
Get right witcha

Pop me a missile (aye)
Take me a picture (flash)
Get right witcha (I’ma get right witcha)
Lit like Christmas (like Christmas)
White like tissue (white)
Drank too official (drank)
Cut like scissors (cut)
Boy got wisdom (wisdom)
Fuckin’ on vixens (smash)
Hoe game itchin’ (itch)
Fuckin’ with the wrong one, trippin’
Thirty round extension for the tension (brrt)
Hundred round drum, listen
Fuck around and end up missin’ (brrt)
Get ’em knocked off for a ticket
Have my young nigga do the sentence
Aw man, whip up the white, Wendy
Pick up the pipe, and she get no penny (nope)
Rockstar livin’ life, Lennon
You can do better, never settle
Keep a Beretta, case of the pressure (brrt)
I tell the plug mail them
Which way? dat way, tell ’em, aye

Hold up, get right witcha (I’ma get right witcha)
Bad bitches, fuck ’em then dismiss em (bad, woo)
I ain’t really here to take no pictures (flash)
Middle finger up fuck the system (fuck ’em)
Get right witcha (I’ma get right witcha)
Get right witcha (I’ma get right witcha)
Hold up, get right witcha (I’ma get right witcha)
Get right witcha

MIGOS – Get Right Witcha lyrics

Hold up, get right witcha (I’ma get right witcha)
Bad bitches, fuck ’em then dismiss em (bad, woo)
I ain’t really here to take no pictures (flash)
Middle finger up fuck the system (fuck ’em)

Yeah, coupe is robotic, I ain’t touchin’ (nah, skrt)
Lookin’ at your hoe because she bustin’ (ye, woo)
Ridin’ in the coupe with the wings (brrt)
Going to Thailand with them chinks (chinks)
Percocet party, servin’ fiends (perky!)
Swear to god my plug was Vietnamese (brrt brrt brrt)
Taliban, my drugs, wrap ’em please (Taliban)
Servin’ all day, my gas on E (let’s go)
Thirty hollow tips in extendo (bow, thirty)
Shadows keep wavin’ by my window (woo, shadows)
Thankin’ God he saved my life from kick doors (god!)
Still sippin’ oil, Migos Citgo (drank, gone)

Hold up, get right witcha (I’ma get right witcha)
Bad bitches, fuck ’em then dismiss em (bad, woo)
I ain’t really here to take no pictures (flash)
Middle finger up fuck the system (fuck ’em)
Get right witcha (I’ma get right witcha)
Get right witcha (I’ma get right witcha)
Hold up, get right witcha (I’ma get right witcha)
Get right witcha

In the kitchen with a lot of white (white)
I done fucked a lot of niggas’ wife (smash)
Make a milli, then I make it twice (M’s)
Bought that Wraith and had the ceiling light (Wraith)
I like a bitch with some cellulite (ooh)
Tape a brick to her, take a flight (ooh)
Used to ask what the lick was like (where?)
Now I’m askin’ what the Lear look like (huh?)
Niggas copy, Mike Tyson bite (ahh-urr, ahh-urr, ahh)
Smokin’ cookie yeah that’s dynamite (cookie, woo)
Lamborghini, white on white (Lamborghini)
All these diamonds yeah they white on white (white)
Takin’ chances, had to roll the dice (aye)
Send my shooters, come and take your life (brrt)
Born with it, count a hundred thousand start snowin’ with it (hundred)
Go and get it, thirty round clip tear off a arm or ligament (rrah)
Bitch I’m a dog from menace (urr)
You trappin’ hard for pennies (go)
Hop in the frog, it’s tinted (skrrt)
Askin’ the lord, forgive me (hey)

Hold up, get right witcha (I’ma get right witcha)
Bad bitches, fuck ’em then dismiss em (bad, woo)
I ain’t really here to take no pictures (flash)
Middle finger up fuck the system (fuck ’em)
Get right witcha (I’ma get right witcha)
Get right witcha (I’ma get right witcha)
Hold up, get right witcha (I’ma get right witcha)
Get right witcha

Pop me a missile (aye)
Take me a picture (flash)
Get right witcha (I’ma get right witcha)
Lit like Christmas (like Christmas)
White like tissue (white)
Drank too official (drank)
Cut like scissors (cut)
Boy got wisdom (wisdom)
Fuckin’ on vixens (smash)
Hoe game itchin’ (itch)
Fuckin’ with the wrong one, trippin’
Thirty round extension for the tension (brrt)
Hundred round drum, listen
Fuck around and end up missin’ (brrt)
Get ’em knocked off for a ticket
Have my young nigga do the sentence
Aw man, whip up the white, Wendy
Pick up the pipe, and she get no penny (nope)
Rockstar livin’ life, Lennon
You can do better, never settle
Keep a Beretta, case of the pressure (brrt)
I tell the plug mail them
Which way? dat way, tell ’em, aye

Hold up, get right witcha (I’ma get right witcha)
Bad bitches, fuck ’em then dismiss em (bad, woo)
I ain’t really here to take no pictures (flash)
Middle finger up fuck the system (fuck ’em)
Get right witcha (I’ma get right witcha)
Get right witcha (I’ma get right witcha)
Hold up, get right witcha (I’ma get right witcha)
Get right witcha

Migos – Get Right Witcha lyrics

Hold up, get right witcha (I’ma get right witcha)
Bad bitches, fuck ’em then dismiss em (bad, woo)
I ain’t really here to take no pictures (flash)
Middle finger up fuck the system (fuck ’em)

Yeah, coupe is robotic, I ain’t touchin’ (nah, skrt)
Lookin’ at your hoe because she bustin’ (ye, woo)
Ridin’ in the coupe with the wings (brrt)
Going to Thailand with them chinks (chinks)
Percocet party, servin’ fiends (perky!)
Swear to god my plug was Vietnamese (brrt brrt brrt)
Taliban, my drugs, wrap ’em please (Taliban)
Servin’ all day, my gas on E (let’s go)
Thirty hollow tips in extendo (bow, thirty)
Shadows keep wavin’ by my window (woo, shadows)
Thankin’ God he saved my life from kick doors (god!)
Still sippin’ oil, Migos Citgo (drank, gone)

Hold up, get right witcha (I’ma get right witcha)
Bad bitches, fuck ’em then dismiss em (bad, woo)
I ain’t really here to take no pictures (flash)
Middle finger up fuck the system (fuck ’em)
Get right witcha (I’ma get right witcha)
Get right witcha (I’ma get right witcha)
Hold up, get right witcha (I’ma get right witcha)
Get right witcha

In the kitchen with a lot of white (white)
I done fucked a lot of niggas’ wife (smash)
Make a milli, then I make it twice (M’s)
Bought that Wraith and had the ceiling light (Wraith)
I like a bitch with some cellulite (ooh)
Tape a brick to her, take a flight (ooh)
Used to ask what the lick was like (where?)
Now I’m askin’ what the Lear look like (huh?)
Niggas copy, Mike Tyson bite (ahh-urr, ahh-urr, ahh)
Smokin’ cookie yeah that’s dynamite (cookie, woo)
Lamborghini, white on white (Lamborghini)
All these diamonds yeah they white on white (white)
Takin’ chances, had to roll the dice (aye)
Send my shooters, come and take your life (brrt)
Born with it, count a hundred thousand start snowin’ with it (hundred)
Go and get it, thirty round clip tear off a arm or ligament (rrah)
Bitch I’m a dog from menace (urr)
You trappin’ hard for pennies (go)
Hop in the frog, it’s tinted (skrrt)
Askin’ the lord, forgive me (hey)

Hold up, get right witcha (I’ma get right witcha)
Bad bitches, fuck ’em then dismiss em (bad, woo)
I ain’t really here to take no pictures (flash)
Middle finger up fuck the system (fuck ’em)
Get right witcha (I’ma get right witcha)
Get right witcha (I’ma get right witcha)
Hold up, get right witcha (I’ma get right witcha)
Get right witcha

Pop me a missile (aye)
Take me a picture (flash)
Get right witcha (I’ma get right witcha)
Lit like Christmas (like Christmas)
White like tissue (white)
Drank too official (drank)
Cut like scissors (cut)
Boy got wisdom (wisdom)
Fuckin’ on vixens (smash)
Hoe game itchin’ (itch)
Fuckin’ with the wrong one, trippin’
Thirty round extension for the tension (brrt)
Hundred round drum, listen
Fuck around and end up missin’ (brrt)
Get ’em knocked off for a ticket
Have my young nigga do the sentence
Aw man, whip up the white, Wendy
Pick up the pipe, and she get no penny (nope)
Rockstar livin’ life, Lennon
You can do better, never settle
Keep a Beretta, case of the pressure (brrt)
I tell the plug mail them
Which way? dat way, tell ’em, aye

Hold up, get right witcha (I’ma get right witcha)
Bad bitches, fuck ’em then dismiss em (bad, woo)
I ain’t really here to take no pictures (flash)
Middle finger up fuck the system (fuck ’em)
Get right witcha (I’ma get right witcha)
Get right witcha (I’ma get right witcha)
Hold up, get right witcha (I’ma get right witcha)
Get right witcha

Mike Tyson – If You Show Up (Soulja Boy Diss)

[Hook]
If you show up? it’s going down
I’m gonna teach him how to knock your ass out
If you show up? it’s going down
I’m gonna teach him how to knock your ass out
I’m Mike Tyson
It’s going down
I’m gonna teach him how to knock your ass out
If you show up? it’s going down
I’m gonna teach him how to knock your ass out

[Verse 1]
Soulja Boy was talking shit on Instagram
But social media don’t make a fucking man
Everybody talk shit
Behind the keys
Imma sting like a venereal disease
If you fucking with my click?
You going down
I’m Mike Tyson and you gonna feel the wrath
I’m the god of the ring
Greatest around
Soulja Boy you can’t fuck with Chris Brown, Fucker

[Hook]
If you show up? it’s going down
I’m gonna teach him how to knock your ass out
If you show up? it’s going down
I’m gonna teach him how to knock your ass out
I’m Mike Tyson
It’s going down
I’m gonna teach him how to knock your ass out
If you show up? it’s going down
I’m gonna teach him how to knock your ass out, fucker

[Verse 2]
I’m talking shit cuz I’m the champ
Soulja Boy you don’t stand a fucking chance
If you show up? Sorry man
Chris Brown is gonna make you shit your pants
I’m Mike Tyson, the greatest ever
Mayweather, fairweather
I seen your fights man, a lot of hype man
And Soulja gon wish you never took the fight man, fucker

[Hook]
If you show up? it’s going down
I’m gonna teach him how to knock your ass out
If you show up? it’s going down
I’m gonna teach him how to knock your ass out
I’m Mike Tyson
It’s going down
I’m gonna teach him how to knock your ass out
If you show up? it’s going down
I’m gonna teach him how to knock your ass out, fucker

I’m worth too many ems
They say Soulja ain’t from the hood
Aye ma they say Soulja ain’t from the hood
Yo don’t touch me, what the….

[Hook]
If you show up? it’s going down
I’m gonna teach him how to knock your ass out
I’m Mike Tyson

Nef The Pharaoh – Mistletoe (Unsensored)

[Spoken Intro: Nef The Pharaoh]
I need all the sexy ass ladies to come down to the dance floor right now
We just changed the course of history
Christmas ain’t gon’ never be the same

[Hook: Nef The Pharaoh]
Come blow me on the mistletoe
Bitch blow me on the mistletoe
Come blow me on the mistletoe
Bitch blow me on the mistletoe
Come blow me on the mistletoe
Bitch blow me on the mistletoe
Come blow me on the mistletoe
Bitch blow me on the mistletoe

[Bridge: Nef The Pharaoh]
My son saw his mum [?] skin, Santa Claus
My son saw his mum [?] skin, Santa Claus
My son saw his mum [?] skin, Santa Claus
My son saw his mum [?] skin, Santa Claus

[Verse 1: Nef The Pharaoh]
Shoutout to them stripping ass thick thots
As soon they can powder their nose
On the pole she know all types of tricks bruh
She will have you spending your dough
All the pimps try to knock her
But they never succeed
And i’m the type of cat that never drops her
Thats why she’s coming home with me

[Hook: Nef The Pharaoh]
Come blow me on the mistletoe
Bitch blow me on the mistletoe
Come blow me on the mistletoe
Bitch blow me on the mistletoe
Come blow me on the mistletoe
Bitch blow me on the mistletoe
Come blow me on the mistletoe
Bitch blow me on the mistletoe

[Verse 2: Nef The Pharaoh]
Scrolling through my muthafucking phone
Tryna find me a thoty that’ll slide
Over the hills we go
In a brand new drop top ride
(keys, keys, keys)
Diamonds on my chains hit ore
Mike Tyson on fight night
If you see her riding in my car
She gon’ go and take pipe
(aight, aight, aight)

[Hook: Nef The Pharaoh]
Come blow me on the mistletoe
Bitch blow me on the mistletoe
Come blow me on the mistletoe
Bitch blow me on the mistletoe
Come blow me on the mistletoe
Bitch blow me on the mistletoe
Come blow me on the mistletoe
Bitch blow me on the mistletoe

Fetty Wap – Like A Star (feat. Nicki Minaj)

[Intro: Nicki Minaj + Fetty Wap]
Young Money!
Ayy
Uh
Yeah baby, woah
Ayyy

[Verse 1: Fetty Wap]
I’ma give you this work, work, baby
You know I’m a flirt, flirt, baby
Hop in this Vert Vert baby
Top down then skrrt, skrrt, baby
What’s the move in the streets?
Bad and I only got a thing for you
Stop ’til she know it
Ayy, can I get your number, babe?
Ayy, and I only want her, babe

[Hook: Fetty Wap]
Ayy, just like a star, babe
Ayy, shot from afar, babe
Ayy, spaceship to Mars, babe
Ayy, if it’s mine then it’s yours, baby
Ayy, just like a star, babe
Ayy, a shot from afar, baby
Ayy, a spaceship to Mars, babe
Ayy, if it’s mine then it’s yours, baby
Let me see if you can shake for a little
Girl you so bad, just drop for a little
Make it come back and gon’ make it wiggle
Watch them be mad, and girl you’s official
Let me see if you can shake for a little
Girl you so bad, just drop for a little
Make it come back and gon’ make it wiggle
Watch them be mad, and girl you official, yeah

[Verse 2: Nicki Minaj]
Throw the confetti, I’m wild petty
Tell your hoes go and drain my spaghetti
And don’t gas ’em without Getty
Kitty on jet ski, panties and a wet tee
Give ’em that water ride, this that Six Flags
This that moan Chanel Boy Brick Bag
Bitch, I’m bomb, in Balmain
Hedi Slimane, Saint Laurent
Who better than Nicki man? I can’t eff’in’ tell
Every time I drop, bitches like, "FML"
Hahaha, you in the game? I own my own game
I only respect them hoes that own they own plane
Young Griselda, slicin’ up
I ain’t got no competition so my price is up
I’m the heavyweight champ, Mike Tyson’d up
And I used to be a bitch, but I nicen’ed up

[Hook: Fetty Wap]
Ayy, just like a star, babe
Ayy, shot from afar, babe
Ayy, spaceship to Mars, babe
Ayy, if it’s mine then it’s yours, baby
Ayy, just like a star, babe
Ayy, a shot from afar, baby
Ayy, a spaceship to Mars, babe
Ayy, if it’s mine then it’s yours, baby
Let me see if you can shake for a little
Girl you so bad, just drop for a little
Make it come back and gon’ make it wiggle
Watch them be mad, and girl you’s official
Let me see if you can shake for a little
Girl you so bad, just drop for a little
Make it come back and gon’ make it wiggle
Watch them be mad, and girl you official, yeah
Ayy, just like a star, babe
Ayy, shot from afar, babe
Ayy, spaceship to Mars, babe
Ayy, if it’s mine then it’s yours, baby
Ayy, just like a star, babe
Ayy, a shot from afar, baby
Ayy, a spaceship to Mars, babe
Ayy, if it’s mine then it’s yours, baby
Let me see if you can shake for a little
Girl you so bad, just drop for a little
Make it come back and gon’ make it wiggle
Watch them be mad, and girl you’s official
Let me see if you can shake for a little
Girl you so bad, just drop for a little
Make it come back and gon’ make it wiggle
Watch them be mad, and girl you official, yeah babe