Quando Rondo – Unconditional Lyrics

[Intro: Quando Rondo]
Pooh, you a fool for this one
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, ay
Ooo, Quando Rondo nigga
Winners circle

[Chorus: Quando Rondo]
Unconditional fake love, that’s what they showed me (Showed me)
I been grindin’, perfect timin’ on my Rollie (Rollie)
EA Sports, I’m in the game ballin’ like Kobe (Kobe)
In the trenches rockin’ out wit’ my lil’ woadie
My girl rock her like a rockstar wit’ no guitar
I’ve been [?] on these bad, bad broads, all these pop stars
Cruisin’ on an interstate in a fast car
Bring the real cat scat, practice, not a NASCAR
NASCAR

[Verse 1: Quando Rondo]
Same pitfall, who we get, we were paper chasin’
Rubber bands inside my shoebox
Ain’t no nothin’ ’bout no safe (’Bout no safe)
Spendin’ shit and get it back it back again
That fixture’s in rotation (In rotation)
I know these niggas hatin’ but [?] it ’cause that just motivates
She hit it from the back, my jack got beated on her
Caught the pussy, gave that hustle and then I skeeted on her
I cut my partner off, no scissors, realized I ain’t needed homie
I put my trust in that lil’ bitty but she [?] around and cheated on me
Constant conversations with me ex, she wanna be together
I came up from the bottom so my motto “yeah, we Rich Forever”
Free my nigga Queasy, we hit licks together
Beefin’ wit’ the Opps, we swang that block
We take the sticks together, yeah

[Chorus: Quando Rondo]
Unconditional fake love, that’s what they showed me (Showed me)
I been grindin’, perfect timin’ on my Rollie (Rollie)
EA Sports, I’m in the game ballin’ like Kobe (Kobe)
In the trenches rockin’ out wit’ my lil’ woadie
My girl rock her like a rockstar wit’ no guitar
I’ve been [?] on these bad, bad broads, all these pop stars
Cruisin’ on an interstate in a fast car
Bring the real cat scat, practice, not a NASCAR
NASCAR

[Verse 2: Lancito]
Pull up in a fast car wit’ the doors goin’ suicide
Money over bitches, that forever be my alibi
Had to leave my bitch ’cause she [?] with the other side
Catch her wit’ a nigga, choppa singin’ like a lullaby
My new bitch, she be carvin’ but I think I love the chase tho’
Nike shoebox, got me screamin’ [?] a safe tho’
Stars in the ceilin’, this this outta space flow
They wanna let me [?] but let me hit in a Wraith tho’
My momma, she be trippin’ all night, I be schemin’
Balmain’s is on my body, it protects me from my demons
Half a mil’ on Worldstar, think I must be dreamin’
That’s my baby girl, she the Kel to my Kenan
And these niggas wanna beat me, they need me
And they know soon they gon’ see me, on TV
I be [?] all these pop stars like RiRi
Swear this shit is not a game now, believe me

[Chorus: Quando Rondo]
Unconditional fake love, that’s what they showed me (Showed me)
I been grindin’, perfect timin’ on my Rollie (Rollie)
EA Sports, I’m in the game ballin’ like Kobe (Kobe)
In the trenches rockin’ out wit’ my lil’ woadie
My girl rock her like a rockstar wit’ no guitar
I’ve been [?] on these bad, bad broads, all these pop stars
Cruisin’ on an interstate in a fast car
Bring the real cat scat, practice, not a NASCAR
NASCAR

Lil Skies – Red Roses lyrics

(feat. Landon Cube)

[Intro]
Menoh

[Hook: Lil Skies]
And I got all the drugs in the world that you need
We get high to pass time but bitch I ain’t no fiend
I got money on my mind, I be stacking my green
Shawty said she like my style, I be dripping with ease
Please don’t send me naked pictures, I don’t like to be teased
Say she got that super soaker, well girl just let me see
I ain’t worried bout shit, these niggas ain’t scaring me
I was destined for this life, this is my destiny
Friends wanna be friends when you doing the most
How you tell me you my bro then you went out and told
Niggas say they down to ride but be folding like clothes
Purple hearts all on my garment, I ain’t trusting a soul

[Verse 1: Lil Skies]
I roll up the Mary Jane, no they can’t feel my pain
I’m still trapping everyday, I think I’m stuck in my ways
If you looking for a handout get the fuck out my face
I don’t care about no friends because they all were just fake
In my inbox like I owe you, I got this by myself
I was broken down bad when you said you would help
Now I’m up, they love to hate me, that’s just bad for your health
And she say she a college girl but left her books on the shelf
She gon’ fuck me like a porn star, a rock star
Trying to skirt off in that fast car, like NASCAR
Girl you know I got a cold heart
If I would give it to you, would you tear that shit apart
Red roses on my grave, bury me with art
And with some Backwoods and a lighter just so I could spark
Midnight rider, never put the car in park
I’m shining bright just like a light cause I came from the dark
I ain’t never had nobody, put that on my mommy
I might have to catch a body if you try to stop me
She ride like a Kawasaki and she like it sloppy
Oh you got a hotty body, come ride on my Johnny
Imma go show you the wave, just give me some space
Why you all up in my face like you need a taste
Good designer on my waist, shooters keep the K
I tell them boys to play it safe, don’t lay in your grave
I ain’t never taking time off, I’m steady grinding
I’m never lying, was never crying
Take flights I’m flying, no you can’t see me
Say you need me but you deceive me

[Hook: Lil Skies]
And I got all the drugs in the world that you need
We get high to pass time but bitch I ain’t no fiend
I got money on my mind, I be stacking my green
Shawty said she like my style, I be dripping with ease
Please don’t send me naked pictures, I don’t like to be teased
Say she got that super soaker, well girl just let me see
I ain’t worried bout shit, these niggas ain’t scaring me
I was destined for this life, this is my destiny
Friends wanna be friends when you doing the most
How you tell me you my bro then you went out and told
Niggas say they down to ride but be folding like clothes
Purple hearts all on my garment, I ain’t trusting a soul

[Verse 2: Landon Cube]
I ain’t never forgotten, not a soul worth remembering
Cause all these motherfuckers turn to foe when they envy
So I don’t talk, I work hard
Cause you could be someone today and just be nobody tomorrow
She said I’ll never be shit but a god damn rock star
That blunt ash on the floor
Well she ain’t that far off
Said she ain’t that far off
Roll, smoke
That’s all we know
Toke
Took a drag out that wood now she goin for my wood
So we going to my hood
Yea she gonna get it good
And she know who we are
She want this rock star life and she said I’m going far
And she off a bar
And she can’t feel her face no more
Yeah she off a bar and she can’t feel her face no more
She said she can’t feel her face no more

Rich The Kid – Early Morning Trappin (feat. Trippie Redd)

[Intro: Al Pacino & Rich The Kid]
I told you, man, I told you! Don’t fuck with me! I told you, no fucking kids! No, but you wouldn’t listen, why, you stupid fuck, look at you now
Huh
Money way, only way, y’know what I’m sayin’?
Lil bitch

[Chorus: Rich The Kid]
Was up trappin’ early (early)
She bad and boujee but whippin’ a birdie
My cup is so dirty (what)
Your diamonds don’t shine, my pinky a 30
Pour up the pint, that’s so clean (so clean)
The rims of the Bentley cost 14
Ain’t doin’ no talkin’, the red beam (red beam)
My bitches perplexin’, young nigga, we flexin’

[Post-Chorus: Trippie Redd]
Yeeeeahhhh
So much green on my street like it’s Grove
Made a lot of money on the road
Now they book me, 10K for a show
Actavis in my drink, I’ma pour, yeah

[Verse 1: Trippie Redd]
Like I know the dots
I’ma beat her box, beatin’ off her fuckin’ socks
30 got a mop, shoot you, look like chicken pox
I be whippin’ rocks, fiends and me, they sniffin’ rocks
I’m a trapstar, ayy
Hope I don’t crash, do the dash in a NASCAR, it really is a fast car
It’s a movie just like Pixar, movie just like Pixar
Get shot out, turn your ass to clip-art
Yeah, turn you ass to clip-art
Boy, you is a retard, on the go just like a go-kart
Makin’ art just like Mozart, art just like Mozart

[Bridge: Trippie Redd]
Yeeeeahhhh
Early mornin’ trappin’
Early mornin’ trappin’
Early mornin’ trappin’
Early mornin’ trappin’
Early mornin’ trappin’

[Chorus: Rich The Kid]
Was up trappin’ early (early)
She bad and boujee but whippin’ a birdie
My cup is so dirty (what)
Your diamonds don’t shine, my pinky a 30
Pour up the pint, that’s so clean (so clean)
The rims of the Bentley cost 14
Ain’t doin’ no talkin’, the red beam (red beam)
My bitches perplexin’, young nigga, we flexin’

[Post-Chorus: Trippie Redd]
Yeeeeahhhh
So much green on my street like it’s Grove
Made a lot of money on the road
Now they book me, 10K for a show
Actavis in my drink, I’ma pour, yeah

[Verse 2: Rich The Kid]
Pull up with Trippie, pull off with your bitch, put dick in her kidneys (yeah)
More Act’ in the Simply, whese niggas in line to get to the milli’ (whoa)
AP two-tone, she suckin’ my dick, wanna fuck wit my ice on (ice on)
I’m sendin’ her right home (Huh, what?)
She bad and boujee, gon’ whip up a birdie
My cup is so dirty (lean)
You niggas is fraud, your diamonds is blurry
I’m trappin’ the 30 (30)
I don’t do no cap’n (cap’n)
Racks all in the cabinet (racks)
They was hatin’, I was rackin’, stackin’ and relaxin’
Dream might get a hundred bands, now I’m ridin’ ’round in the Lamb
She bad and boujee, I’m makin’ movies, might fuck a bitch on cam
I need a Fanta, got syrup (syrup), I might just hop out the Vert
She wanna hop out her skirt, that’s when she poppin’ the Perc’

[Chorus: Rich The Kid]
Was up trappin’ early (early)
She bad and boujee but whippin’ a birdie
My cup is so dirty (what)
Your diamonds don’t shine, my pinky a 30
Pour up the pint, that’s so clean (so clean)
The rims of the Bentley cost 14
Ain’t doin’ no talkin’, the red beam (red beam)
My bitches perplexin’, young nigga we flexin’

[Post-Chorus: Trippie Redd]
Yeeeeahhhh
So much green on my street like it’s grove
Made a lot of money on the road
Now they book me, 10K for a show
Actavis in my drink, I’ma pour, yeah

Red Cafe – Marriott Lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah, Shakedown life
Believe that, huh

[Hook]
In a world so cold
But I can get it if I dream it
And my word so gold
If I said it then I mean it
And I ain’t never gon’ stop
Til I hit the top, it’s waitin’ for me
And back at the Marriott
I got a bad bitch, she waitin’ for me

[Verse 1]
Strapped when I leave the house
Hold up, I’m thinkin’ trap when I leave the house
Hop in the squadder, look I’m fin to run a route
Make deliveries, product never runnin’ out
Every day is payday, no days off
Grind hard, they say hard work pays off
So I’m in the street scrapin the pot
Ice cream man, I got the cake on the block
The hoes say a nigga lookin’ good
I’m ridin V-12, take a look up in the hood
Contrary to the popular talk, I’m gettin’ money, muh’fucka
And I’m livin’ like a boss in the hood
As you can see I’m gettin’ chubby, muh’fucka
My-my-my bitch model status
Rap sheet long, trigger finger got a callous, what else?

[Hook]
In a world so cold
But I can get it if I dream it
And my word so gold
If I said it then I mean it
And I ain’t never gon’ stop
Til I hit the top, it’s waitin’ for me
And back at the Marriott
I got a bad bitch, she waitin’ for me

[Verse 2]
My vehicle is NASCAR
Not too much different from my last car
My team solid, the grind mean
My vision clear, I’m fightin’ for my dreams
My cell been ringin a lot lately
I guess these niggas figured that I’m hot lately
Still I’m puttin’ pressure on the game
Got my feet on the gas, Shakedown on the chain
Talk to me, tell me why you niggas losin
When you can fuck with the winners, we got it movin’
Cold world, still I fly high
And nah we ain’t stoppin’, this be the drive-by
I jam niggas and blam niggas
You niggas is dead, virus infected spam niggas, huh
Yeah, I’m on that victory lap
For my city, look I’m fin to bring the victory back, what else?

[Hook]
In a world so cold
But I can get it if I dream it
And my word so gold
If I said it then I mean it
And I ain’t never gon’ stop
Til I hit the top, it’s waitin’ for me
And back at the Marriott
I got a bad bitch, she waitin’ for me

In a world so cold
But I can get it if I dream it
And my word so gold
If I said it then I mean it
And I ain’t never gon’ stop
Til I hit the top, it’s waitin’ for me
And back at the Marriott
I got a bad bitch, she waitin’ for me

Timbaland – Grab The Wheel (feat. 6Lack)

[Intro]
Girl, I got a lot that’s goin’ on
If I’m trippin’, tell me what I’m doin’ wrong
Grab the wheel, take the wheel
Grab the wheel, take the wheel, yeah

[Verse 1]
First one just couldn’t touch me for shit
Last one just wasn’t a good fit
She know that I’m here to replace her nigga
Tearin’ her up somethin’
Usually she don’t, tonight she fuck some

[Pre-Chorus]
She say, "You a really special kinda nigga"
But show it, don’t tell it, yeah
Hit me on my cellular
We can just vibe, just tell me when you’re ready, yeah
Ayy, I’m lookin’ for you
Roll another tube, blow it to the roof
Fuckin’ in the coupe
Vroom, vroom, vroom
I said vroom, vroom

[Chorus]
I need you to grab the wheel
Tryna chill, but, you make it hard for me for real (woo)
I need you to grab the wheel, hell yeah
Grab the wheel (skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
I need you to put it in reverse
Risk it all if that’s what it’s worth
Grab the wheel, take the wheel
Grab the wheel, take the wheel, yeah

[Verse 2]
First one wasn’t aggressive enough
Second one said all the wrong stuff
Don’t think that I’m here to rebuild you, no
I came to just slide
You think too much
Stop thinkin’, just drive

[Pre-Chorus]
She say, "You a really special kinda nigga"
But show it, don’t tell it, yeah
Hit me on my cellular
We can just vibe, just tell me when you’re ready, yeah
Ayy, I’m lookin’ for you
Roll another tube, blow it to the roof
Fuckin’ in the coupe
Vroom, vroom, vroom
I said vroom, vroom

[Chorus]
I need you to grab the wheel
Tryna chill, but, you make it hard for me for real
I need you to grab the wheel, hell yeah
Grab the wheel (skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)

[Outro]
I need you to make a decision because I can’t
Do what’s best for you and stop thinkin’ ’bout what I think
Grab the wheel, grab the wheel like a NASCAR
Grab the wheel, but don’t swerve it ’cause it’s a fast car
If you want it it then you take it, don’t want it, then let me know
Feelin’ real compressed, I got shit that I wanna show
Grab the wheel, grab the wheel
Grab the wheel, yeah
Grab the wheel, grab the wheel, grab the wheel, grab the wheel
Grab the wheel
Grab the wheel
Grab the wheel

Joey Feek – Red (If Not For You Album)

Red

If all the clothes you wear are camouflage

And you drive around in a dually Dodge
With a blue-tick hound ridin’ in the bed
You’re red, you’re red

If you’re into sittin’ in a tree stand for daylight
With an eight point buck in your sights
And not for sport but to keep your fed
You’re red, man you’re red

You’re red, white and blue
Country through and through

If your arms are tan and your chest is white
And your idea of eatin’ right
Is turnip greens, fried chicken and cornbread
You’re red, You’re red

Now, if you don’t know who your congressmen are
But you can name every driver in NASCAR
And you cried when you heard Earnhardt was dead
You’re red, man you’re red

You’re red, white and blue
Country through and through

You’re American lovin’, flag wavin’, northern-southern family raisin’
Workin’, playin’, heaven prayin’ country through and through

If Haggard sings your favorite song
And you learned the difference between right and wrong
With a hickory switch out behind the she’d
You’re red, you’re red

If your letter jacket says FFA
And you spend your summers bailin’ hay
With a John Deere cap sittin upon your head
You’re red, man you’re red
You’re red, you’re red
R-E-D

Migos – Seize The Block Lyrics

(Hook : Quavo)x2
Gimme the beat and I be the bass
Gimme your bitch and I beat her face
Gimme the pot and I be the cake
Gimme the aka i seize the base
Just gimme, mansion with acres
Just gimme, gimme, gimme, gimme

(Verse: Quavo)
Gimme the pot and I give you a taste
[?] like bath salts
I got a bad bitch [?] said she came outa nassa
Remember the day my momma start cryin cuz I pulled up in the NASCAR
My nephew [?] They calling him [?] Cuz he dope, and past the test
Pop me the perc and I danced it off
These rappers be acting like Hasselhoff
Pass you the rock and you scared to ball
I got yo lil bitch on a date at the mall
He know that you gone he scared to call
When she get home she dead my dawg
We came from the bottom ain’t scared to fall(nah! ,nah!)
Been running from 12 my legs exhausted(Woo!,Woo!)
Try racing the [?] can’t plug in the sockets
I fit a hunnid ten racks into two pockets
Free all my niggas they eatin on pokets

(Hook : Quavo)x2
Gimme the beat and I be the bass
Gimme your bitch and I beat her face
Gimme the pot and I be the cake
Gimme the aka i seize the base
Just gimme, mansion with acres
Just gimme, gimme, gimme, gimme

Lil Uzi Vert – XO TOUR Llif3 Lyrics

[Intro]
Are you alright?
I’m alright, I’m quite alright
And my money’s right

[Hook]
I don’t really care if you cry
On the real, you shoulda never lied
Shoulda saw the way she look me in my eyes
She said baby I am not afraid to, die
Push me to the edge
All my friends are dead
Push me to the edge
All my friends are dead
Push me to the edge
All my friends are dead
Push me to the edge

[Verse 1]
Phantom that’s all red
Nissan all white
Let’s continue ride a sled
I do what I hate
My Brittany got mad
I’m really her man now
Everybody got the same swag now
One way that I trap now
Stackin my bands all the way to the top, all the way till my bands fallin over
Every time that you leave your spot, your girlfriend call me like “Come on over”
I like the way that she treat me, gon leave you won’t leave me, I’m callin that casanova
She said I’m insane yeah
I might blow my brains out
Xanny numb the pain yeah
Please, Xanny make it go away
I can’t believe I let her did it, but he keeps controlling me
I don’t think that I can feel it, I feel like its slowing me (yeah)

[Hook]
I don’t really care if you cry
On the real, you shoulda never lied
Saw the way she look me in my eyes
She said I am not afraid to, die
All my friends are dead
Push me to the edge
All my friends are dead
Push me to the edge
All my friends are dead, ya
All my friends are dead, ya

[Verse 2]
Daddy knocked swag that’s why you fake now
Y’all ain’t even the one that took my [cadence?]
Rain on em, thunderstorm, rain on em
Mask on, look nigga, take some
Fast car, NASCAR, race on
In the cut they got no ones, [?]
Clothes from overseas, got the racks and they all C-Notes, you is not a G though
Lookin at you, stacking all your money, it ain’t green though
I was counting that and its not 20, that’s a G bro

[Bridge]
She say, you’re the worst, you’re the worst
I cannot die because it’s my universe

[Hook]
I don’t really care if you cry
On the real, you shoulda never lied
Shoulda saw the way she look me in my eyes
She said baby I am not afraid to, die
Push me to the edge
All my friends are dead
Push me to the edge
All my friends are dead
Push me to the edge
All my friends are dead
Push me to the edge

Bas – Penthouse

Lately I got this feeling
My niggas is meant to get it
It’s written up in the stars
Made it from slimmer odds when only God was with us
Fuck it nigga we did it, been picking the game apart
My response for critics is spitting it from the heart
Ain’t no frontin’ involved
They feel it, I’m ’bout to make niggas fold
Something in the water got me floating like the work across the boat
Girl I wonder how we making it home?
I’m no angel, I got an angle
Back to the crib, bitch I’m tryna get you naked and bone
She’s no angel, but with the blow she’s a snow angel
The dangers of taking her home
She said, "You caught my eye and my ears
You speak sincere, write precise
Cross your t’s and dot your i’s
See my fears and read my mind
If lawyers steal and doctors lie
What’s really left for you and I?
(What’s really left for you and I?)"
Trust, shit I don’t know too much about it
We can take this leap of faith
But I don’t wanna feel the bottom, no
I don’t wanna feel the bottom, no
Girl I don’t wanna feel the bottom, no
I don’t wanna feel the bottom, no
Girl I don’t wanna feel the bottom
And I just called up my mama, she missing her son
I’ve been pulling all-nighters and missing the sun
I heard it gets addicted to some
The bigger the light, the quicker they come
They exit your life, just as quick as they come
I’m numb to it like a brick to the gums
I get to it, just as quick as it comes
As quick as it comes now
I wish niggas wasn’t so addicted to power
I wish heaven had visiting hours
I wish we could hit the Ave like we used to
Dime, nickel, 20 bag like we used to
Ride with my dawgs, moving cross the States
Die by my word, that’s an author’s fate
So how your shoulders holding up fine, great?
I got the weight of the world on mine, I’m straight
Now pay your dues til your dues paid
Play your role til your role change, nigga rotate
‘Rari or Jaguar, switching forth lanes
Call me for NASCAR, Bassy a track star
Gassin’ the track like I’m running propane
Lapping these niggas and jealousy’s a bitch
Made it out the city, look around
I brought all my niggas with me
And I gotta thank God for the felonies we missed
Gotta thanks mom dukes, gotta thanks pops too
They say anything possible
My squad like apostles, believe in me
Don’t know how to quit, that’s a fiend to me
Yeah, my niggas flood proof
Pray for the rain, gotta deal with mud too
Gotta deal with slugs who
Lay six feet, try to get above you
My niggas flood proof
Pray for the rain, gotta deal with mud too
Gotta deal with slugs who
Lay six feet, try to get above you
They love you
And hug you, they sing your praises
They wear their faces backwards
Still I see ’em acting
Just the walking reenactment
Ain’t nothin’ real about ’em
Niggas talk about us
Spill they’re heart up out us
They spill they’re hearts
But what’s her name again?
We talking ’bout lames again
Won’t pretend I’m entertained
I’m staying sane
I’m going through the changes
I’m still the same
Everybody feel you, don’t feel your pain
Go on, go on, steal out, hold on to you
Go on, go on, steal out, hold on
Cause I don’t wanna feel the bottom, no
I don’t wanna feel the bottom
Said I don’t wanna feel the bottom, no
I don’t wanna feel the bottom
I can’t see love
I can’t see love lately

Young Thug – Wyclef Jean

Okay, my money way longer than a NASCAR race
I told her keep going on the gas fuck the brakes
Only here for one night lemme put it on your face
Let a nigga nut, only way I go to sleep
Boolin’ rockin’ nuder Frank Muller
I know some hoes with good head, fuck a tutor
So many hundreds I done added, I’mma lose ’em
Put me in the Jagy or the Wraith and now I’m coolin’
Play with my money I’mma let ’em niggas do you
Play with my money I’mma let ’em niggas do you
Play with my money I’mma let these niggas do you
Play with my money
Play with my, play with my money

Ride around with my cash
Put him in a body bag
In the store and then dash
Pull up, I’m not a cab
She know she got a nigga bad
She know she gotta keep it bad
She know I gotta keep me some cash
She know she gotta hop on top this dick
She know she gotta ride the motherfucker
Her mama done walked in, but it’s too big
She can’t hide the motherfucker
Even if she the baddest of motherfuker
Man even if she minus the motherfucker
Join in get the mileage motherfucker
I ain’t gon’ disguise it motherfucker
Shop at Saks Fifth, flow on datpiff
Yeah I’m that swift, ask her and him
Yeah add somethin’, put a bone in them
Put a choker on, let ’em choke on em
All my jewelry small, yeah, they got it on
Daughter sexy and my son got the bra
Spit racks on my son and his squad
That a boy, never play with tards
Man I play with ’em boys
New AK with ’em boys
New feng shui for ’em boys
Drippin’ all day for ’em boys
Bitch you ain’t ready for the boys
How you not ready for ’em boys?
Have you ever played with the boys?
I’mma turn the blade on ’em boys

I do it my way, I do
I do it my way, I do
I do it my way, I do
I do it my way, I do

Okay, my money way longer than a NASCAR race
I told her keep going on the gas fuck the brakes
Only here for one night lemme put it on your face
Let a nigga nut, only way I go to sleep
Boolin’ rockin’ nuder Frank Muller
I know some hoes with good head, fuck a tutor
So many hundreds I done added, I’mma lose ’em
Put me in the Jagy or the Wraith and now I’m coolin’

Nigga watch that dog
Nigga plottin’ on the boy, spot ’em
Quick, target on your head, dot ’em dot ’em dot ’em
And I’m good got a rabbits foot in my wallet
Baby bleed it up, been drivin’ in traffic
Twos is seated up, damn shawty
Got her bent up, I just mixed the grams with molly
Her car dented up like she rent to everybody

I do it my way, I do
I do it my way, I do
I do it my way, I do
I do it my way, I do

My money way longer than a NASCAR race
I told her keep going on the gas fuck the brakes
Only here for one night lemme put it on your face
Let a nigga nut, only way I go to sleep
Boolin’ rockin’ nuder Frank Muller
I know some hoes with good head, fuck a tutor
So many hundreds I done added, I’mma lose ’em
Put me in the Jagy or the Wraith and now I’m coolin’

Young Thug – I Might

[Hook: Young Thug]
Woah
Yeah, yeah
Fuck is you talking bout? Bitch, you offending me
I just might go ‘head and let this lil bitch suck my dick till it tickle me
I just might go ‘head and mix me a Sprite with some lean like it’s chemistry
Goddamn, I had four hoes at one time, they was drilling me
I heard the lil boy was plotting on killing me
Fuck ’round and lift up they soul like lil Chino be wheelin’
I usually don’t beg but I don’t want the ceiling please
Oxycontin fucking kidneys up

[Verse 1: Young Thug]
Molly, my cup look like bath salt
And I’m too high horsed for asphalt
Therefore I’m in clouds from day to dawn
They say that I changed, it’s the cash fault
Pay everybody like a cash cow
I switch through the lanes like a NASCAR
The Rollie stainless, stainless
We young and rich and we dangerous
I’m at Piccadilly’s with your missus, nigga
And the weed stinking like a chitlin, nigga
Bend the money down like a Philly, nigga
Make me catch you slipping then it’s Christmas, nigga
The bulletproof can take a missile, nigga
I got benji on me and he cripping, nigga
I done wrapped the benji in the city, ho
I done wrapped the Bentley in the bity, nigga
Put a swimming pool in the living room
How I’m living, nigga, I ain’t swimming, nigga
Only thing that me and Michael Phelps got in common that we winning nigga
Rock star lifestyle
Your hoe’s going wild

[Hook: Young Thug]
Yeah, yeah
Fuck is you talking ’bout? Bitch, you offending me
I just might go ‘head and let this lil bitch suck my dick till it tickle me
I just might go ‘head and mix me a Sprite with some lean like it’s chemistry
Goddamn, I had four hoes one time they was drilling me
I heard the lil boy was plotting on killing me
Fuck ’round and lift up they soul like lil Chino be wheelin’
I usually don’t bet but I don’t want the ceiling please
Oxycontin fucking up my kidneys

[Verse 2: 21 Savage]
Everywhere I go, I keep a chopper with me, whoa
I ain’t with that diss song shit, I been a shotta nigga, whoa
Hundred shotters with me, whoa
VVSs on me, whoa
VVSs on me, bling
Badaboom, badabing (21)
Mob shit, send the hit, shoot up your car shit
Put them blue tips in that cartridge (21)
We put them drums in them carbines (21)
We pull up on rappers and spark ’em (21)
I might take your chain if it sparkle (Facts)
Street nigga really came from nothing (What?)
Strip a nigga like Caine cousin (21)
Kill a nigga then you saying something (What?)
You was talking, nigga, I was hustling (What?)
We was shooting, nigga, you was ducking
You was texting, nigga, I was fucking (21)
I was betting nigga, you was bluffing (21)
Hide and seek, nigga, I was hunching (Facts)
Car foreign and my gun Russian
Sneak dissing get a concussion (21, 21)

[Hook: Young Thug]
Yeah, yeah
Fuck is you talking ’bout? Bitch, you offending me
I just might go ‘head and let this lil bitch suck my dick till it tickle me
I just might go ‘head and mix me a Sprite with some lean like it’s chemistry
Goddamn, I have a whole xan one time they was drilling me
I heard the lil boy was plotting on killing me
Fuck ’round and lift up they soul like lil Chino be wheelin’
I usually don’t bet but I don’t want the ceiling please
Oxycontin fucking up my kidneys

Young Thug – Might Lyrics

[Hook: Young Thug]
Yeah, yeah
Fuck is you talking bout? Bitch, you offended me
I just might go ‘head and let this lil bitch suck my dick till it tickle me
I just might go ‘head and mix me a Sprite with some lean like it’s chemistry
Goddamn, I had four hoes at one time, they was drilling me
I heard the lil boy was plotting on killing me
Fuck ’round and lift up they soul like lil Chino be wheelin’
I usually don’t beg but I don’t want the ceiling please
Oxycontin fucking kidneys up

[Verse 1: Young Thug]
Molly, my cup look like bath salt
And I’m too high horsed for asphalt
Therefore I’m in clouds from day to dark
They say that I changed, it’s the cash fault
Pay everybody like a cash cow
I switch through the lanes like a NASCAR
The Rollie stainless, stainless
We young and rich and we dangerous
I’m at Piccadilly’s with your missus, nigga
And the weed stinking like a chitlin, nigga
Bend the money down like a Philly, nigga
Make me catch you slipping then it’s Christmas, nigga
The bulletproof can take a missile, nigga
I got benji on me and he cripping,nigga
I done wrapped the benji in the city, ho
I done wrapped the Bentley in the bity, nigga
Put a swimming pool in the living room
How I’m living, nigga, I ain’t swimming, nigga
Only thing that me and Michael Phelps got in common that we winning nigga
Rock star lifestyle
Your hoe’s going wild

[Hook: Young Thug]
Yeah, yeah
Fuck is you talking bout? Bitch, you offended me
I just might go ‘head and let this lil bitch suck my dick till it tickle me
I just might go ‘head and mix me a Sprite with some lean like it’s chemistry
Goddamn, I had four hoes at one time, they was drilling me
I heard the lil boy was plotting on killing me
Fuck ’round and lift up they soul like lil Chino be wheelin’
I usually don’t beg but I don’t want the ceiling please
Oxycontin fucking kidneys up

[Verse 2: 21 Savage]
Everywhere I go, I keep a chopper with me, whoa
I ain’t with that diss song shit, I been a shotta nigga, whoa
Hundred shotters with me, whoa
VVSs on me, whoa
VVSs on me, bling
Badaboom, badabing
Mob shit, send the hit, shoot up your car shit
Put them blue tips in that cartridge
We put them drums in them carbines
We pull up on rappers and spark ’em
I might take your chain if it sparkle
Street nigga really came from nothing
Strip a nigga like Caine cousin
Kill a nigga then you saying something
You was talking, nigga, I was hustling
We was shooting, nigga, you was ducking
You was texting, nigga, I was fucking
I was betting nigga, you was bluffing
Hide and seek, nigga, I was hunching
Car foreign and my gun Russian
Sneak dissing get a concussion

[Hook: Young Thug]
Yeah, yeah
Fuck is you talking bout? Bitch, you offended me
I just might go ‘head and let this lil bitch suck my dick till it tickle me
I just might go ‘head and mix me a Sprite with some lean like it’s chemistry
Goddamn, I had four hoes at one time, they was drilling me
I heard the lil boy was plotting on killing me
Fuck ’round and lift up they soul like lil Chino be wheelin’
I usually don’t beg but I don’t want the ceiling please
Oxycontin fucking kidneys up

Meek Mill – Offended lyrics

[Intro]
M-m-m-murda
Meek Milly, Jeffery, woah

[Hook: Young Thug]
Yeah, yeah
Fuck is you talking bout? Bitch you offended me
I just might go head and let this lil bitch suck my dick till it tickle me
I just might go head and mix me a Sprite with some lean like it’s chemistry
God damn, I had four hoes at one time, they was drilling me
I heard the lil boy was plotting on killing me
Fuck round and lift up they soul like lil Chino be wheelin’
I usually don’t beg but I don’t want the ceiling please
Oxycontin fucking up my kidneys
[Verse 1: Young Thug]
Molly, my cup look like bath salt
And I’m too high horsed for asphalt
Therefore I’m in clouds from day to dark
They say that I changed, it’s the cash fault
Pay everybody like a cash card
I switch through the lanes like a NASCAR
The Rollie stainless, stainless
We young and rich and we dangerous
I’m at Piccadilly’s with your misses nigga
And the weed stinking like a chitlin nigga
Bend the money down like a Philly nigga
Make me catch you slipping then incrim nigga
The bulletproof can take a missile nigga
I got benji on me and he cripping nigga
I done wrapped the benji in the city ho
I done wrapped the Bentley in the bity nigga
Put a swimming pool in the living room
How I’m living nigga, I ain’t swimming nigga
Only thing that me and Michael Phelps got in common that we winning nigga
Rock star lifestyle
Your hoe’s going wild

[Verse 2: Meek Mill]
Saint Laurent shorty and totting that .40 we move through the city like BMF
Rocks on the chain like the rocks that I slang , only difference them bitches they VVS
I know these bitches gon’ change, fuck on whoever, whenever they see a check
If you do not fuck with the gang don’t act like you do when you see us, just keep it down
Swing through your block better not sweep it back
Land on your spot where your peoples at
Smoke you where ever we see you at
You don’t want no problem so keep at that
‘Fore you get your man murdered
Hitters in the van lurking
I put bread on the beef
Turn it to a hamburger
Put that paper on the scale nigga
Little homies talking big money
When the wars on you’ll tell nigga
Put a bag on your man hitta
When them things hit ’em that’s an L nigga
So you should be home before mama got dinner for sale nigga
And that’s all I’ma tell niggas in the zip

[Hook: Young Thug]
Yeah, yeah
Fuck is you talking bout? Bitch you offending me
I just might go head and let this lil bitch suck my dick till it tickle me
I just might go head and mix me a Sprite with some lean like it’s chemistry
God damn, I had four hoes one time they was drilling me
I heard the lil boy was plotting on killing me
Fuck round and lift up they soul like lil Chino be wheelin’
I usually don’t bet but I don’t want the ceiling please
Oxycontin fucking up my kidneys

[Verse 3: 21 Savage]
Everywhere I go I keep a chopper with me, whoa
I ain’t with that diss song shit, I been a shot a nigga, whoa
Hundred shotters with me, whoa
VVSs on me, whoa
VVSs on me, bling
Badaboom, badabing, 21
Mob shit send the hit shoot up your car shit
Put the blue tips in that cartridge, 21
We put them drums in them carbons, 21
We pull up on rappers and spark ’em, 21
I might take your chain if it sparkle, facts
Street nigga really came from nothing
Strip a nigga like Caine cousin
Kill a nigga then you saying something
You was talking, nigga I was hustling
We was shooting, nigga you was ducking
You was texting, nigga I was fucking
I was betting nigga, you was bluffing
Hide and seek nigga, I was hunching (facts)
Car foreign and my gun Russian
Sneak dissing get a concussion
21, 21, 21

[Hook: Young Thug]
Yeah, yeah
Fuck is you talking bout? Bitch you offending me
I just might go head and let this lil bitch suck my dick till it tickle me
I just might go head and mix me a Sprite with some lean like it’s chemistry
God damn, I have a whole xan one time they was drilling me
I heard the lil boy was plotting on killing me
Fuck round and lift up they soul like lil Chino be wheelin’
I usually don’t bet but I don’t want the ceiling please
Oxycontin fucking up my kidneys

DJ Mustard – Want Her (feat. YG & Quavo) letras

[Intro: YG & DJ Mustard]
4Hunnid
Y’all already know who I am, right?
Mustard on the beat, ho!
Let’s go

[Hook: Quavo]
Girl all the rich niggas, girl all the rich niggas, they want you
Girl all the rich niggas, girl all the rich niggas, they want you
Want her, all the rich niggas want her
Want her, all the rich niggas want her
Want her, all the rich niggas want her
Want her, all the rich niggas want her
Want her, all the rich niggas want her
Want her, all the rich niggas want her
[Verse 1: Quavo]
If I’ma spend I’ma pay for some friends
I’ma pay for some friends
If I’ma spend I’ma pay for some friends
I’ma pay for some friends
If I’ma spend I gotta pay for some friends
Let me pay for some friends
If I’ma spend, shawty bring your friends
I’ma pay, I’ma jugg, get ’em in
I’ma rap to you like Juvenile when that bag come
You want a rich nigga to pay your table tab, huh?
When we go shopping you want me to buy that bag, huh?
You don’t like it when I hop out with that mag, huh?
You don’t like when I’m finna dip with my niggas, huh?
That’s the only way a nigga can’t come get you, huh?
I got what you want, I know what you want
Want a rich nigga come up and pull up on your block
Want a rich nigga come up and pull up on your block
Bum bum, tell her get out that Honda

[Hook: Quavo]
Girl all the rich niggas, girl all the rich niggas, they want you
Girl all the rich niggas, girl all the rich niggas, they want you
Want her, all the rich niggas want her
Want her, all the rich niggas want her
Want her, all the rich niggas want her
Want her, all the rich niggas want her
Want her, all the rich niggas want her
Want her, all the rich niggas want her

[Verse 2: YG]
You want a nigga to buy you a new ass, huh?
You want a nigga to pop out that tag, huh?
You want a nigga that know how to smash, huh?
You want a nigga to curve like he got that badge, huh?
You want a nigga that don’t care about your past, huh?
Cause you been living NASCAR fast, huh?
Don’t talk just buy that bag, huh
Bought that bag and get that ass, huh
She fuck with niggas by the plug (by the plug)
She got me going against my morals (‘gainst the morals)
Oh this bitch lying, but she loyal (oh she loyal)
Oh this bitch want to be spoiled (want to be spoiled)
That pussy got me tripping, need to wake up
How I let her sleep in my bed with all this makeup
That head game got me tripping, tripping
Can’t believe she let herself get face fucked

[Hook: Quavo]
Girl all the rich niggas, girl all the rich niggas, they want you
Girl all the rich niggas, girl all the rich niggas, they want you
Want her, all the rich niggas want her
Want her, all the rich niggas want her (4Hunnid!)
Want her, all the rich niggas want her
Want her, all the rich niggas want her
Want her, all the rich niggas want her
Want her, all the rich niggas want her

[Bridge: Quavo]
Shit how you spending, spending, spending
Spending, spending, spending?
Shit how you spending, spending, spending
Spending, spending, spending?
She could make a rich nigga spend
She could make a rich nigga spend

[Hook: Quavo]
Girl all the rich niggas, girl all the rich niggas, they want you
Girl all the rich niggas, girl all the rich niggas, they want you
Want her, all the rich niggas want her
Want her, all the rich niggas want her
Want her, all the rich niggas want her
Want her, all the rich niggas want her
Want her, all the rich niggas want her
Want her, all the rich niggas want her

DJ Mustard – Want Her (feat. Quavo & Yg) (Cold Summer Album) letras

[Intro: YG & DJ Mustard]
4hunnid
Y’all know who I ami, right?
Mustard on the beat, ho!

[Hook: Quavo]
Girl all the rich niggas, girl all the rich niggas, they want you
Girl all the rich niggas, girl all the rich niggas, they want you
Want her, all the rich niggas want her
Want her, all the rich niggas want her
Want her, all the rich niggas want her
Want her, all the rich niggas want her
Want her, all the rich niggas want her
Want her, all the rich niggas want her

[Verse 1: Quavo]
If I’ma spend I’ma pay for some friends
I’ma pay for some friends
If I’ma spend I’ma pay for some friends
I’ma pay for some friends
If I’ma spend I gotta pay for some friends
Let me pay for some friends
If I’ma spend, shawty bring your friends
I’ma pay whole, just get ’em in
I’ma rap to you like Juvenile when that bag come
You want a rich nigga to pay your table tab, huh?
When we go shopping you want me to buy that bag, huh?
You don’t like it when I hop out with that mag, huh?
You don’t like when I’m finna dip with my niggas, huh?
That’s the only way a nigga can’t come get you, huh?
I got what you want, I know what you want
Want a rich nigga come up and pull up on your block
Want a rich nigga come up and pull up on your block
Bum bum, tell her get out that Honda

[Hook: Quavo]
Girl all the rich niggas, girl all the rich niggas, they want you
Girl all the rich niggas, girl all the rich niggas, they want you
Want her, all the rich niggas want her
Want her, all the rich niggas want her
Want her, all the rich niggas want her
Want her, all the rich niggas want her
Want her, all the rich niggas want her
Want her, all the rich niggas want her

[Verse 2: YG]
You want a nigga to buy you a new ass, huh?
You want a nigga to pop out that tag, huh?
You want a nigga that know how to smash, huh?
You want a nigga to curve like he got that badge, huh?
You want a nigga that don’t care about your past, huh?
Cause you been living NASCAR fast, huh?
Don’t talk just buy that bag, huh
Bought that bag and get that ass, huh
She fuck with niggas by the plug (by the plug)
She got me going against my morals (‘gainst the morals)
Oh this bitch lying, but she loyal (oh she loyal)
Oh this bitch want to be spoiled (want to be spoiled)
That pussy got me tripping, need to wake up
How I let her sleep in my bed with all this makeup
That head game got me tripping, tripping
Can’t believe she let herself get face fucked

[Hook: Quavo]
Girl all the rich niggas, girl all the rich niggas, they want you
Girl all the rich niggas, girl all the rich niggas, they want you
Want her, all the rich niggas want her
Want her, all the rich niggas want her (4Hunnid!)
Want her, all the rich niggas want her
Want her, all the rich niggas want her
Want her, all the rich niggas want her
Want her, all the rich niggas want her

[Bridge: Quavo]
Shit how you spending, spending, spending
Spending, spending, spending?
Shit how you spending, spending, spending
Spending, spending, spending?
She could make a rich nigga spend
She could make a rich nigga spend

[Hook: Quavo]
Girl all the rich niggas, girl all the rich niggas, they want you
Girl all the rich niggas, girl all the rich niggas, they want you
Want her, all the rich niggas want her
Want her, all the rich niggas want her
Want her, all the rich niggas want her
Want her, all the rich niggas want her
Want her, all the rich niggas want her
Want her, all the rich niggas want her

DJ Mustard – Shake That Ass (feat. Teecee 4800 & K Camp) (Cold Summer Album) letras

[Hook: TeeCee4800]
I got my phone and I tell her to come over
I got the pole in the crib and we gon’ go up
Shake that ass, shake that ass, shake that ass
You the only girl getting all this cash (getting all these racks)

[Verse 1: TeeCee4800]
I said, stop, back, acting sadity tonight you can be a rack
C’mon suck up all this dick and get that ass smacked
I be dipping from the cops, so fast, call me NASCAR
Got the weed, lean, fiends call me for that Aderall
I used to rock pro clubs, now I rock Burberry
No love here, turn my phone off to February
Toot it and boot it, don’t care if I lose it
I give it to you, don’t care what you do with it
[Hook: TeeCee4800]
I got my phone and I tell her to come over
I got the pour up in the crib and we gon’ go up
Shake that ass, shake that ass, shake that ass
You the only girl getting all this cash (getting all these racks)
I got my phone and I tell her to come over
I got the pole in the crib and we gon’ go up
Shake that ass, shake that ass, shake that ass
You the only girl getting all this cash (getting all these racks)

[Verse 2: K Camp]
Shake that ass right now
Get that cash right now
They playing with you, I’m gon’ help you get that bag right now
I’m in a stash right now
Work that pole for a nigga, then get low
Had to grab me some more condoms from the store
She a freak and you know she trying to go
Girl you playing, let me take your ass on roll
Ayye, bitch I’m paid
While you playing I might throw it in your face
TeeCee, tell the hoe how we play
I got bitches, why the fuck would I text?
Bring Magic City all the way to Cali
Girl stop playing I might hit it in some Ballys
I’m in the lab, I’ll meet you in the Valley
Like I’m Pat Riley, got a win like Khaled

[Hook: TeeCee4800]
I got my phone and I tell her to come over
I got the pole in the crib and we gon’ go up
Shake that ass, shake that ass, shake that ass
You the only girl getting all this cash (getting all these racks)
I got my phone and I tell her to come over
I got the pole in the crib and we gon’ go up
Shake that ass, shake that ass, shake that ass
You the only girl getting all this cash (getting all these racks)