Mally Mall – Physical (feat. Jeremih & E-40)

[Intro]
Mally Mall

[Verse 1: Jeremih]
Slid up in the club for a moment
She was with her friends, then she noticed
Know I’m that nigga stay focused
Ain’t no intermission while we roleplay
Still ain’t never poked but I’m coping
See your legs closed but your open
Ever have both hands on the toilet?
Bring your friends round while we tourin’

[Bridge: Jeremih]
She said she’d never kiss her best friend
Baby that don’t make you a lesbian
Say you ain’t ever had this
Say you don’t smoke
But you wanna get sky high
Say she ain’t ever been skydiving
Baby, let me take you up a mile high
Let me get in deep til’ I fall out

[Chorus: Jeremih]
Physical is how we play our game
Loving, touching, fucking, it’s all the same
She said she’d never do it but she did it
She said she’d never do it but she did it
She said she’d never do it but she did it
She said she’d never do it but she did it

Physical is how we play our game
Loving, touching, fucking, it’s all the same
She said she’d never do it but she did it
She said she’d never do it but she did it
Yah you know she love it and I’m with it
She said she’d never do it but she did it

[Verse 2: E-40]
She said she’d never do it, she did it
Might not admit it, she with it
She let me hit with the magnum rubber
Her couchie exquisite smash for an hour and not a minute
Smokin’ on power
She off the cabbage and spinach
High as the towers up in Dubai
Fly Emirates, about my paper, my buisness
Born and raised in the trenches
Was spittin’ game since an infant
From the bay where they pin it
Throw a bitch up in the sky and break her before she get that cement
Never thought she would fall in love with a thugger
Reputable factor from the heart of the soil
From the thick of the fucking mud
I’m off a liter of oil
Up in the club with my blood
My people my partners
My relatives and my cuz
Everything that I do I beast, I beast
This watch, Patek Philippe, Philippe
Her legs is open like peas
She said her nigga pitiful
She grabbin’ on my balls like a physical

[Chorus: Jeremih & (E-40)]
Physical is how we play our game
Loving, touching, fucking, it’s all the same
(All the same)
She said she’d never do it but she did it
(But she did it)
She said she’d never do it but she did it
(But she did it)
She said she’d never do it but she did it
(But she did it)
She said she’d never do it but she did it
(Uh)

Physical is how we play our game
Loving, touching, fucking, it’s all the same, yeah
She said she’d never do it but she did it
She said she’d never do it but she did it
Yah you know she love it and I’m with it
She said she’d never do it but she did it

[Verse 3: Jeremih]
Said she never wanted no kids
What, how they end up on your lips?
Got your own you don’t need no assist
Said you never cheat on you nigga
Thought you’d never tat my name on your titties
Let a dog in that kitty
Never thought you’d admit it
Even though you told me I’m never gonna hit it

[Bridge: Jeremih]
She said she’d never kiss her best friend
Baby that don’t make you a lesbian
Say you ain’t ever had this
Say you don’t smoke
But you wanna get sky high
Say she ain’t ever been skydiving
Baby, let me take you up to mile high
Let me get in deep til’ I fall out

[Chorus: Jeremih]
Physical is how we play our game
Loving, touching, fucking, it’s all the same
She said she’d never do it but she did it
She said she’d never do it but she did it
She said she’d never do it but she did it
She said she’d never do it but she did it

Physical is how we play our game
Loving, touching, fucking, it’s all the same
She said she’d never do it but she did it
She said she’d never do it but she did it
Yah you know she love it and I’m with it
She said she’d never do it but she did it

[Outro: E-40]
Jeremih
40 Water
Mally Mall
She said she’d never do it better she did it
Never say never man
If she knew better, she would do better
I’m cut from leather, he cut from polyester
Bitch

Dave East – Phone Jumpin (feat. Wiz Khalifa)

Yeah, yeah
Here we go
Ha ha ha
Residue still on my hand
It feel like I’m back in the kitchen
Your bitch in the back of the Fisker
You can’t imagine the trenches
What you know about trapping and pitching?
Now I got em laughing up in the back of the Bentley
What you know about not having a penny?
Phone jumping gotta bag it up quickly
Phone off it was quiet for me
Don’t say you love me, you ain’t dying for me
I woke up this morning with a lot of money
I’m just selling game come and buy it from me
On my mama, your honor
I’m not gonna speak on a soul
They told me you reap what you sow
Props to my nigga, I’ll never forget all the times you took me where I needed to go
I woke this morning like fuck everybody and that’s how I knew that I needed to smoke
My nigga is felons you niggas is jealous and y’all just defining the meaning of broke
I’m gettin some brain, I pulled out my chain and she started lookin’ like she seen a ghost
Diamonds is cold like goin’ outside with no jacket and mama say you need a coat
I do not wanna be stuck in the hood all day I rather go jump off a boat
When your album dropping? All they wanna know
Two thousand for this Moncler coat
Mike Amiri cost me eighteen
That ain’t no shirt that was straight jeans
Pineapple Fanta when I be on it
But my little bitch she drinking straight lean
Residue still on my hand
It feel like I’m back in the kitchen
Your bitch in the back of the Fisker
You can’t imagine the trenches
What you know about trapping and pitching?
Now I got em laughing up in the back of the Bentley
What you know about not having a penny?
Phone jumping gotta bag it up quickly
Ice hash in the bong
Take dabs ’til I’m gone
In the basement, growing base, this shit is strong like mase
Keep a low tip nail, ’cause it’s all about taste
I done did three mil’, did it all in one day
Hear ’em talk but I don’t believe ’em
New car so I’m gonna leave ’em
Talk down but they wanna be him, damn
They don’t go off like Khalifa man
2nd grade had two girlfriends
5th grade I was in Japan
Now I can never go broke again
I ain’t need no one to hold my hand
Uh, fuck up off me
If the weed good roll it then
Quick to turn a hater to a fan
Quick to get another million
Quick to spend it all with my fam
Quick to tell a nigga who I am
Quick to get my niggas out a jam
I’m a wrong one
Pass it around, ain’t got lungs
You better grow some
I remember people lying to me
Now I force em’ all to stand in line
How he got the bed buddy flyin’
My nigga don’t text me right now I’m too high
Phone off it was quiet for me
Don’t say you love me, you ain’t dying for me
I woke up this morning with a lot of money
I’m just selling game come and buy it from me
On my wrist I put Patek Philippe now
Every day we can eat at Phillipe’s now
It’s hard to see through this weed cloud
I’m picking up bags when I leave town
A lot of hammers and a lot of lead
A lot of Phantoms and a lot of red
Without these cameras they’d be probably dead
Hard to keep my balance off a lot of meds
I’ve been that nigga since Simon Says
I heard you talk to a lot of feds
Bring your rent back to papi and gimme more
Fuck the Reup up at the Fendi store
Fuck the Reup up on Chanel
Fuck the Reup up on Vuitton
Last year I bet against the Cavaliers
I fucked the Reup on LeBron
We ain’t lookin’ for jobs livin’ like the mob
Hot temper keepin’ it calm
See I used to sleep in the slums
Now bitches chew me like a piece of some gum
Residue still on my hand
It feel like I’m back in the kitchen
Your bitch in the back of the Fisker
You can’t imagine the trenches
What you know about trapping and pitching?
Now I got ’em laughing up in the back of the Bentley
What you know about not having a penny?
Phone jumpin’ gotta bag it up quickly
Phone off it was quiet for me
Don’t say you love me, you ain’t dying for me
I woke up this morning with a lot of money
I’m just selling game come and buy it from me
On my wrist I put Patek Philippe now
Every day we can eat at Phillipe’s now
It’s hard to see through this weed cloud
I’m picking up bags when I leave town
A lot of hammers and a lot of lead
A lot of Phantoms and a lot of red
Without these camera’s they’d be probably dead
Hard to keep my balance off a lot of meds
Perc’s, Xan’s, Lean, Perc’s
Without these camera’s they’d be probably dead
Hard to keep my balance off a lot of meds
Residue still on my hand
It feel like I’m back in the kitchen
Your bitch in the back of the Fisker
You can’t imagine the trenches
Now I got ’em laughing up in the back of the Bentley
Phone jumpin’ gotta bag it up quickly
Bag that up

DJ Esco – Too Much Sauce (feat. Future & Lil Uzi Vert)

That’s too much sauce
That’s too much sauce
Patek Philippe, the plain one
That’s too much sauce
Hermes in the A
That’s too much sauce
They let me know before I was famous
I had too much sauce
Audemars, Hublot now
That’s too much sauce
That’s too much sauce
Got too much sauce
That’s too much sauce
I got too much sauce
Patek Philippe, the plain one
That’s too much sauce
Got diamonds on all on my fingers
That’s too much sauce
Yeah, all of my diamonds they shine
Haters like "knock that off"
All of your diamonds are fake, need to stop that dawg
You really kissin’ that girl like she ain’t top me though
Shaquille O’Neal with the haters ’cause I’m blockin’ y’all
Yeah, yeah, that’s too much sauce
Rockin’ VLONE when I’m rockin’ Off-White (That’s too much sauce)
Yeah, she smile at me on her teeth with that ice (That’s too much sauce)
Smokin’ that gas got me high like a kite
Too much sauce
Diamonds they look like Dasani huh, more like Voss
That boy saw my chain, he said "what’s the cost?", aye
You wanna know the amount? Can you count?
Patek Philippe, the plain one
That’s too much sauce
Hermes in the A
That’s too much sauce
They let me know before I was famous
I had too much sauce
Audemars, Hublot now
That’s too much sauce
That’s too much sauce
Got too much sauce
That’s too much sauce
I got too much sauce
Patek Philippe, the plain one
That’s too much sauce
Got diamonds on all of my fingers
That’s too much sauce
Too much sauce
Diamonds they look like Dasani, more like Voss
Young man, young man, young man turned myself right to a boss
Like yeah, coppin’ no matter the cost, like yeah
(That’s too much sauce)
Fuck that bitch and her friend right in my Benz (Too much sauce)
Think me and Future fucked on the same twins, damn
Wait, now I’m getting money
Niggas actin’ like they been knew us, aye
Fake energy don’t move us
Diamonds they wide like a coupe
Diamonds they straight from the jeweler
Drugs got me lost like Bermuda
Patek Philippe, the plain one
That’s too much sauce
Hermes in the A
That’s too much sauce
They let me know before I was famous
I had too much sauce
Audemars, Hublot now
That’s too much sauce
That’s too much sauce
I got too much sauce
That’s too much sauce
I got too much sauce
Patek Philippe, the plain one
That’s too much sauce
Got diamonds on all of my fingers
That’s too much sauce
Too much sauce
Diamonds they look like Dasani

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

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

Dj ESCO – Too Much Sauce lyrics

[Intro: Future]
That’s too much sauce
That’s too much sauce

[Hook: Future]
Patek Philippe, the plain one
That’s too much sauce
Hermes in the A
That’s too much sauce
They let me know before I was famous
I had too much sauce
Audemars, Hublot now
That’s too much sauce
That’s too much sauce
Got too much sauce
That’s too much sauce
I got too much sauce
Patek Philippe, the plain one
That’s too much sauce
Got diamonds on all on my fingers
That’s too much sauce
[Verse 1: Lil Uzi Vert]
Yeah, all of my diamonds they shine
Haters like “knock that off”
All of your diamonds are fake, need to stop that dawg
You really kissin’ that girl like she ain’t top me though
Shaquille O’Neal with the haters cause I’m blockin’ y’all
Yeah, yeah, that’s too much sauce
Rockin’ VLONE when I’m rockin’ Off-White (That’s too much sauce)
Yeah, she smile at me on her teeth with that ice (That’s too much sauce)
Smokin’ that gas got me high like a kite
Too much sauce
Diamonds they look like Dasani huh, more like Voss
That boy saw my chain, he said “what’s the cost?”, aye
You wanna know the amount? Can you count?

[Hook: Future]
Patek Philippe, the plain one
That’s too much sauce
Hermes in the A
That’s too much sauce
They let me know before I was famous
I had too much sauce
Audemars, Hublot now
That’s too much sauce
That’s too much sauce
Got too much sauce
That’s too much sauce
I got too much sauce
Patek Philippe, the plain one
That’s too much sauce
Got diamonds on all of my fingers
That’s too much sauce

[Verse 2: Lil Uzi Vert]
Too much sauce
Diamonds they look like the Dasani, more like Voss
Young man, young man, young man turned myself right to a boss, yeah
Like yeah, coppin’ no matter the cost, like yeah
(That’s too much sauce)
Fuck that bitch and her friend right in my Benz (Too much sauce)
Think me and Future fucked on the same twins, damn
Wait, now i’m getting money
Niggas actin’ like they been knew us, aye
Fake energy don’t move us
Diamonds they wide like a cougar
Diamonds they straight from the jeweler
Drugs got me lost like Bermuda

[Hook: Future]
Patek Philippe, the plain one
That’s too much sauce
Hermes in the A
That’s too much sauce
They let me know before I was famous
I had too much sauce
Audemars, Hublot now
That’s too much sauce
Got too much sauce
That’s too much sauce
I got too much sauce
Patek Philippe, the plain one
Got diamonds on all of my fingers
That’s too much sauce