XXXTENTACION – Moonlight lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah

[Chorus]
Spotlight, uh, moonlight, uh
Nigga, why you trippin’? Get your mood right, uh
Shawty look good in the moonlight
All these n*gger niggas so bad mind
Spotlight, moonlight
Nigga, why you trippin’? Get your mood right
Shawty look good in the moonlight
All these n*gger niggas so bad mind
Spotlight, uh, moonlight
Nigga, why you trippin’? Get your mood right, uh
Shawty look good in the moonlight
All these n*gger niggas so bad mind
Spotlight, moonlight
Nigga, why you trippin’? Get your mood right
Shawty look good in the moonlight
All these n*gger niggas so bad mind

[Verse]
Feel like I’m destined
I don’t need no Smith & Wesson, no
Boy, who you testin’?
Fuck a Scantron, here’s your lesson, oh
Knife in intestine
Takin’ shots with all your brethren, no
Feel like I’m damaged
Feelin’ like you f*ckin’ planned it

[Bridge]
All alone, call my phone, make me feel right
Girl you know when you call, make me feel right
All alone, call my phone, make me feel right
Girl you know when you call, make me feel right

[Chorus]
Spotlight, uh, moonlight, uh
Nigga, why you trippin’? Get your mood right, uh
Shawty look good in the moonlight
All these n*gger niggas so bad mind
Spotlight, moonlight
Nigga, why you trippin’? Get your mood right
Shawty look good in the moonlight
All these n*gger niggas so bad mind
Spotlight, uh, moonlight
Nigga, why you trippin’? Get your mood right, uh
Shawty look good in the moonlight
All these n*gger niggas so bad mind
Spotlight, moonlight
Nigga, why you trippin’? Get your mood right
Shawty look good in the moonlight
All these n*gger niggas so bad mind

Lil Durk – Hard Shit Lyrics

[Intro: Kid Wonder & Lil Reese]
KidWonder did you make this beat?
It’s your boy Lil Reesey checkin’ in
You rockin’ with my nigga DJ Bandz
300 to nuttin’
HoodRich bitch!

[Hook: Lil Durk]
Check a bag and put the block on
Yo’ diamonds fake, them bitches costone
Every Glock bitch we cock drum
My killas wild and they off drugs
These niggas pussy, they don’t want it
These niggas bitches, they don’t want it
These niggas snitches, they don’t want it
My niggas killas, they don’t want it

[Verse 1: Lil Durk]
Bro call we takin’ doors off
Pour a pint and I might doze off
‘Fore I knew her name, she took her clothes off
Free my boy De-De he like old dog
Name ringin’ bells my whole family starvin’
Most niggas doin’ drills out the family car
We ain’t got no chill, we ain’t got no chill
Labels gave me Mills I told my killas kill
Niggas say they real but they ain’t really real
Can’t trust ’em like we dead and niggas killin’ kids
Smith & Wesson nina, takin’ out his dreads
I’m off the drugs, I’m off the percs and they both messy

[Hook: Lil Durk]
Check a bag and put the block on
Yo’ diamonds fake, them bitches costone
Every Glock bitch we cock drum
My killas wild and they off drugs
These niggas pussy, they don’t want it
These niggas bitches, they don’t want it
These niggas snitches, they don’t want it
My niggas killas, they don’t want it

[Verse 2: Lil Reese]
These niggas bitches they don’t want it
A lotta killas put ’em on ya
My niggas with it you don’t want it
We point the fingers then they on it
Fuck all that talkin’ it ain’t nothin’
Pull up with choppas get to bustin’
A lot of niggas get to runnin’
Watch all yo’ niggas get to runnin’
Fuck all that talkin’, let’s get the money
Lil Durk he with me yeah that’s my brother
We ain’t havin’ that money come between us
Back then used to ride around the (?)

[Hook: Lil Durk]
Check a bag and put the block on
Yo’ diamonds fake, them bitches costone
Every Glock bitch we cock drum
My killas wild and they off drugs
These niggas pussy, they don’t want it
These niggas bitches, they don’t want it
These niggas snitches, they don’t want it
My niggas killas, they don’t want it

[Outro: Lil Durk]
These niggas pussy, they don’t want it
These niggas bitches, they don’t want it
These niggas snitches, they don’t want it
My niggas killas, they don’t want it
Check a bag and put the block on
Yo’ diamonds fake, them bitches costone
Every Glock bitch we cock drum
My killas wild and they off drugs

Chris Brown – Yellow Tape

[Verse 1]
Wait a sec, wait a minute
Don’t compare me to them other niggas
Never fear, Smith & Wesson
I’m about to go to war, gon’ pleasure bitches
Where the real friends at when you really need ’em?
When I was locked up in the county, I ain’t even see ’em
I got my own lane, lonely
What happen to the bitches in the party?
A 100 bottles that was every weekend
Bitches bodied in my crib like the Colosseum
After 3 AM, you know we getting freaky
Hella one night stands, we just catching feelings
Tired of the fake loving
Fake Hollywood, fake passion
Fake gang banging and they claiming on pop shit
Fake titties and cocaine in they nostrils, I be cryin’

[Verse 2]
Too with it, nigga, bring a bottle
And if it’s my time to go, I’m taking everybody
Don’t care, my nigga, we shootin’ anybody
And if it ain’t your girl, then nigga, don’t worry about it
I hear ’em talking down on me, down on me
But where they at when I ain’t got a 100 rounds on me?
I think I had it up to here, my niggas
You know your killers, they fear my niggas
So what you tryna tryna do, tryna tryna do?
Dancing round the issue, bitch you know you’re running out of moves
I keep it real my nigga
This Richard Mille hella clear, cost a mil my nigga
Yeah, give a fuck about how you feel, my nigga
Got the mic at the horror room and we feel like thriller
Passive aggressive bitches always acting all timid
But hope you make no money, but I rather help you spend it
Had a meeting with the devil last week
Couldn’t believe what he said to me
To take this contract, signature please
You can have it all, but you know your soul, I’ma keep that
Bad luck, bad luck, yeah you know it come in threes
Bet I never did this, I’m the only one who sees
I’ve got the fire blazing, burning all the weed
I think this hell ain’t hotter than this fucking Hennessy, yeah

[Verse 3]
Two feet off the ground, oh oh, like
Why am I living here?
Up and down, up and down
I think I might drown from my tears
I cry
Just might being sold
Too many tears, I’m thinking ’bout ending here
Wanna prepare brought your roulette with the pistol

[Hook]
Bang, bang, bang, hear the sirens say
Wahyo, wahyo, wahyo, get behind the yellow tape
Bang, bang, bang, hear the sirens say
Wahyo, wahyo, wahyo, get behind the yellow tape
Bang, bang, bang, hear the sirens say
Don’t shoot, don’t shoot, get behind the yellow tape
Don’t shoot, don’t shoot, don’t shoot, don’t shoot, get behind the yellow tape

[Verse 4]
Wonder if God got a sense of humor
I hope you know that he can see all the shit you doing
My mama said no matter how that he still listen to me
Taking temptation and fornication, you know I love the pussy
Mister assume there no connection, it was all assumptions
She just wanna fuck
Whatever happened to us love making?
You don’t wanna be in the club

CHRIS BROWN – Yellow Tape lyrics

Chris Brown:
What you say? Wait a minute
Dont compare me to them other niggas
Devil hater, Smith & Wesson
I’m about to go to war, gon’ pleasure bitches
Where the real friends at when you really need ’em
When I was locked up in the county I ain’t even see ’em
I got my own lane, lonely
What happen to the bitches in the party
A 100 bottles that was every week-end
Bitches by to view my crib, I don’t call to see em
At the 3am you know we getting freaky
Hella one night stands, we just catching feelings

Too all the fake lovin
Fake hollywood, fake passion
Fake gang bang, when they climb on the pole and shit
Fake titties and cocaine and all this pussy
I be cryin’

Too up in it, need to bring a bottle
And if it’s my time to go I’m takin’ everybody
Don’t care my nigga we shootin’ anybody
And if it ain’t your girl nigga don’t worry about it
I hear em talking down on me, down on me
But where they at when I ain’t got a 100 rounds on me
I think I had enough to hear about ’em niggas
You know your killers they feel my niggas
So what you tryna tryna do, tryna tryna do
Dancing around the issue
Bitch you know you’re running out of moves
I keep it real my nigga
This Richard mille hella clear cost a mil my nigga
Yeah, give a fuck about how you feel my nigga
Back the mic got the [?] we can feel like thriller
Passive aggressive bitches always acting all timid
But hope you make no money, but I rather help you spend it

Had a meeting with the devil last week
Couldn’t believe what he said to me
To take this contract, signature please
You can have it all, but you know your soul is the key
Bella, bella yeah you know we come in threes
Bet I never did this, I’m the only one who sees
I’ve got the fire blazing’, burning all the weed
I think the hell ain’t hotter than this fucking Hennessy

2 feet off the ground, oh oh, like
Why am I living ill ?
Up and down, up and down
I think I might drown on my tear, I cry
Just molly and soda
Too many tears, I’m thinking about ending here
Wanna prepare brought your roulette with the pistol

Bang, Bang, Bang
Hear the siren say
Wahyo, wahyo, wahyo
Get behind the yellow tape
Bang, Bang, Bang
Hear the siren say
Wahyo, wahyo, wahyo
Get behind the yellow tape
Bang, Bang, Bang
Hear the siren say
Don’t shoot, don’t shoot
Get behind the yellow tape
Don’t shoot, don’t shoot, don’t shoot
Get behind the yellow tape

Wonder if god got a sense of humour
I hope you know, he can see all the shit you doin’
My mama said no matter how old he still listen to me
Taking temptation with fornication
You know I love the pussy
Mister assume theres no connection, it was all assumptions
She just wanna fuck
Whatever happened to us love making
You don’t wanna be in the club