Smoke DZA – Flair Country

You hear that dick sucker? That’s the sound of money
Right
Real life shit
I had to do that
Yeah
Riiight

[Verse 1]
You know I’m wildin, wheelin n dealin
Stylin n profilin. Jet flyin/ I’m chillin
Classic give you a feelin. Taylor made my appearance
Sippin outta success fountain/bitches ridin space mountain
Rolex on cuff….clean
Custom robes…mean
Spill more champagne than you bought
Expensive threads/you ain’t cut from my cloth
Full length mink draggin on the floor
Stuntin on em as I’m struttin thru the door
You wonder the price, you figure four
I’m like “Nah, figure more”

Rugby

(Outro: Rick Flair)
I’m the best! Whether you like it or not….you’re lookin at [WOO]
The greatest wrestler, the best looking man, the best dressed man
Long Liveth He!
Jet air planes, custom made clothes, and any woman in the world I want
Just like that. You know why?! [WOO] Because my name’s Rick Flair and because I’m the world heavyweight wrestling champion

Chief Keef – Falling on the Floor Lyrics

[Hook]

Pop tags, fuck hoes, rock shows
Dodging hoes and I’m dodging narcos
I’m in your city and I’ve got my pole
It’s a 50 bitch call 5-0
Pint of the drink got me moving slow
All this fucking dope all this fucking smoke
I think that I’m Kobe how I’m balling on a hoe
Hit the court bitches falling on the floor

[Verse 1]

Slam dunk layup pull up three point what up
Boy you’re such a woulda coulda shoulda
Pull up on you in a with the uh uh
Rolling up a egg roll do you want some?
Run down on you time to make you fumble
Let out ten shots and I made you stumble
Got that Rick Flair do you want to rumble?
I am Tarzan made it outta jungle
Now I’m feet up counting stupid paychecks
If you got a problem nigga say that
Sharper than an [?] cleaner than AJAX
Be worried about how many shots this K got

[Hook]

Pop tags, fuck hoes, rock shows
Dodging hoes and I’m dodging narcos
I’m in your city and I’ve got my pole
It’s a 50 bitch call 5-0
Pint of the drink got me moving slow
All this fucking dope all this fucking smoke
I think that I’m Kobe how I’m balling on a hoe
Hit the court bitches falling on the floor

[Verse 2]

Hey bitch what’s your name?
Hit the party yeah the gang’s here
We finna leave these niggas lame here
I’m finna hop up in a reindeer
I’m finna pick up all the slut hoes
I don’t really wanna fuck though
I kill you with my own hands
[?] who want me to bust though
Bitch I’m still with that street shit
Clip longer than a fucking selfie stick
Be in your grass yeah I’m still on that creep shit
I’ll hop out in your hood and take a peek bitch
Let’s get it, catch up

[Hook]

Pop tags, fuck hoes, rock shows
Dodging hoes and I’m dodging narcos
I’m in your city and I’ve got my pole
It’s a 50 bitch call 5-0
Pint of the drink got me moving slow
All this fucking dope all this fucking smoke
I think that I’m Kobe how I’m balling on a hoe
Hit the court bitches falling on the floor

Gucci Mane – Walk On Water (The Return Of East Atlanta Santa Album)

[Intro: Gucci Mane]
(Ricky Racks)
It’s the return, East Atlanta, Santa!

[Verse 1: Gucci Mane]
Off the wall, Off the chain
Off the top, I’m off the leash
So many freaks coming by the spot
Had to move, I broke the lease
I’m a dog, street gorilla
Going ape shit, I’m a beast
You feeling froggish, nigga jump
Got the pump on me capiche
I’m complete, can’t compete
Pussy nigga check my physique
I’m a freak, made 3 albums in 6 months
I’m so unique, I’m elite
I’m prestigious, got two hoes in the same regions
And all day all I dream about is sex
That’s why I got on Yeezys
The Trap god but I love Jesus
Jesus Jesus Goodness gracious
All these sauce it’s getting contagious
Done in Vegas stays in Vegas
Punch [?]
Put a brick down put it back together
Cash and dope go hand in hand
Hand you the yey, hand me the bags
It’s Gucci!

[Hook: Gucci Mane]
I’m the Trap God and I walk on water
I’m the Trap God and I walk on water
I’m the Trap God and I walk on water
I’m the Trap God and I walk on water
Neck like water
Wrists like water
Ear rings, fingers and they look like water
Just bought a house and it’s right by water
I’m the Trap God and I walk on water

I’m the Trap God and I walk on water
I’m the Trap God and I walk on water
I’m the Trap God and I walk on water
I’m the Trap God and I walk on water
Neck like water
Wrists like water
Fingers, ear rings man they look like water
Built me a house and it’s right by water
I’m the Trap God and I walk on water

[Verse 2: Gucci Mane]
G-Gucci Mane I’m the water man
Make it rain, do the water dance
Water dripping like the faucet drip
Hit ten hoes on my Florida trip
Like 21 Savage I slaughter them
Thirty thousand dollars I ordered it
Night and day, I spend this shit
Like Lil Uzi Vert, I’m dripping it
You can walk on water too if have faith in me
I got high paid killers, you safe with me
Set me up on first date, Don’t wait on me
I’m a human highlight, first take with me
If you got a Dawn, who needs a Wraith
If you got a bank, who needs a safe
Buy the restaurant, who needs a chef
My game’s too official, who needs a ref
When the Wopter call, don’t hold your breathe
I came to ball, until nothing left
Balenciaga sneakers, baby watch your step
All you rappers broke, But I came to help
I’m Rick Flair, I came to take your belt
East Atlanta Santa, you just an elf
When I do it, I do it, I do it to death
All this haters can go to hell!

[Hook: Gucci Mane]
I’m the Trap God and I walk on water
I’m the Trap God and I walk on water
I’m the Trap God and I walk on water
I’m the Trap God and I walk on water
Neck like water
Wrists like water
Ear rings, fingers and they look like water
Just bought a house and it’s right by water
I’m the Trap God and I walk on water

I’m the Trap God and I walk on water
I’m the Trap God and I walk on water
I’m the Trap God and I walk on water
I’m the Trap God and I walk on water
Neck like water
Wrists like water
Fingers, ear rings man they look like water
Built me a house and it’s right by water
I’m the Trap God and I walk on water

Gucci Mane – Walk On Water Lyrics

[Intro: Gucci Mane]
(Ricky Racks)
It’s the return,East Atlanta, Santa!

[Verse 1: Gucci Mane]
Off the wall, Off the chain
Off the top, I’m off the leash
So many freaks coming by the spot
Had to move, I broke the lease
I’m a dog, street gorilla
Going ape shit, I’m a beast
You feeling froggish, nigga jump
Got the pump on me capiche
I’m complete, can’t compete
Pussy nigga check my physique
I’m a freak, made 3 albums in 6 months
I’m so unique, I’m elite
I’m prestigious, got two hoes in the same regions
And all day all I dream about is sex
That’s why I got on Yeezys
The Trap god but I love Jesus
Jesus Jesus Goodness gracious
All these sauce it’s getting contagious
Done in Vegas stays in Vegas
Punch [?]
Put a brick down put it back together
Cash and dope go hand in hand
Hand you the yey, hand me the bags
It’s Gucci!

[Hook: Gucci Mane]
I’m the Trap God and I walk on water
I’m the Trap God and I walk on water
I’m the Trap God and I walk on water
I’m the Trap God and I walk on water
Neck like water
Wrists like water
Ear rings, fingers and they look like water
Just bought a house and it’s right by water
I’m the Trap God and I walk on water

I’m the Trap God and I walk on water
I’m the Trap God and I walk on water
I’m the Trap God and I walk on water
I’m the Trap God and I walk on water
Neck like water
Wrists like water
Fingers, ear rings man they look like water
Built me a house and it’s right by water
I’m the Trap God and I walk on water

[Verse 2: Gucci Mane]
G-Gucci Mane I’m the water man
Make it rain, do the water dance
Water dripping like the faucet drip
Hit ten hoes on my Florida trip
Like 21 Savage I slaughter them
Thirty thousand dollars I ordered it
Night and day, I spend this shit
Like Lil Uzi Vert, I’m dripping it
You can walk on water too if have faith in me
I got high paid killers, you safe with me
Set me up on first date, Don’t wait on me
I’m a human highlight, first take with me
If you got a [?], who needs a wraith
If you got a bank, who needs a safe
Buy the restaurant, who needs a chef
My game’s too official, who needs a ref
When the Wopter call, don’t hold your breathe
I came to ball, until nothing left
Balenciaga sneakers, baby watch your step
All you rappers broke, But I came to help
I’m Rick Flair, I came to take your belt
East Atlanta Santa, you just an elf
When I do it, I do it, I do it to death
All this haters can go to hell!

[Hook: Gucci Mane]
I’m the Trap God and I walk on water
I’m the Trap God and I walk on water
I’m the Trap God and I walk on water
I’m the Trap God and I walk on water
Neck like water
Wrists like water
Ear rings, fingers and they look like water
Just bought a house and it’s right by water
I’m the Trap God and I walk on water

I’m the Trap God and I walk on water
I’m the Trap God and I walk on water
I’m the Trap God and I walk on water
I’m the Trap God and I walk on water
Neck like water
Wrists like water
Fingers, ear rings man they look like water
Built me a house and it’s right by water
I’m the Trap God and I walk on water