Pitbull – Down South Lyrics

[Chorus: Duece Poppi]
When you’re from down south, boy
Down south, boy
Way, way, way deep down south, boy
When you’re from down south, boy
Down south, boy
Way, way, way deep down south, boy
When you’re from down south, boy
Down south, boy
Way, way, way deep down south, boy
When you’re from down south, boy
Down south, boy
Way, way, way deep down south, boy

[Verse 1: Duece Poppi]
Look way, way, way deep south, boy
Hoes, clothes, and bankrolls what we ’bout, boy
I’m from the home of the chrome and the chopper triggers
Even them alphabet boys can’t stop a nigga
I pimp tight with that hoe off in the wind, boy
I gets loose like I’m fresh up out that pen, boy
The last of a dying breed like ‘Pac said
I got bread, got something that’ll cock it
My ambitions as a rider by Slip-n-Slide, uh
All them killers down south know I’m on fire
28’s chrome, fuck a hundred, smoke [?]
I know you pimp tight, pimpin’, but I pimp tighter
Getting bread, got it made like Special Ed
Them hollow tips at your head, bitch, I bet you dead
24’s on the Wagon, that’s that G Benz
Two 44’s looking like Siamese twins

[Chorus: Duece Poppi]
When you’re from down south, boy
Down south, boy
Way, way, way deep down south, boy
When you’re from down south, boy
Down south, boy
Way, way, way deep down south, boy
When you’re from down south, boy
Down south, boy
Way, way, way deep down south, boy
When you’re from down south, boy
Down south, boy
Way, way, way deep down south, boy

[Verse 2: Pitbull]
See, I’ma get this money
Rich everywhere and however it goes
And let me tell you something
If you owe me money, might as well owe the double-yo
So see, JAY-Z and JD might have told you money ain’t a thing
But that means money’s everything and for that money y’all make, them choppers sing
I’ll make them coppers bring
That yellow tape ’cause the whole thing
Can turn into a homicide scene if you fuck with the cream, mane
And I know Trick
And I know his click
But I let you slip, I let you slide
But I hope you motherfuckers don’t think I’ma let you die
Surprise, Pitbull get the last laugh
And whoever laughs last laughs the hardest
Whether now or later, y’all gonna pay me back regardless

[Interlude: Pitbull]
And y’all can take THAT to the bank, motherfuckers

[Chorus: Duece Poppi]
When you’re from down south, boy
Down south, boy
Way, way, way deep down south, boy
When you’re from down south, boy
Down south, boy
Way, way, way deep down south, boy
When you’re from down south, boy
Down south, boy
Way, way, way deep down south, boy
When you’re from down south, boy
Down south, boy
Way, way, way deep down south, boy

[Verse 3: Plies]
Nigga, I’m from down here where everything fucked up
And every other month, the dope prices going up
And either you thugging down here or you in the church
‘Cause how I’m living, ain’t nothing like you see on BET
These crackers found five dead in the last week
So if you a pussy nigga, you better get the fuck out these streets
These young niggas 16 and 17 going Fed
These crackers hitting these young niggas with 20-year bids
How the fuck you get indicted? You never had a quarter brick
But down here, that’s how these pussy crackers play shit
And where I’m from, we respect Chevys more than we do Bentleys
‘Cause a motherfucking Bentley can’t fit them 26’s
And that money come a little faster out here in the south
We got the corner, nigga, and got our own dope house
And you can find me with a white tee with my pants dropped
With four at the bottom, pussy nigga, and four at the top

[Chorus: Duece Poppi]
When you’re from down south, boy
Down south, boy
Way, way, way deep down south, boy
When you’re from down south, boy
Down south, boy
Way, way, way deep down south, boy
When you’re from down south, boy
Down south, boy
Way, way, way deep down south, boy
When you’re from down south, boy
Down south, boy
Way, way, way deep down south, boy

Nicki Minaj – Barbie Dreams Lyrics

[Intro]
Uh
R.I.P. to B.I.G.
Classic shit

[Verse 1]
I’m looking for a nigga to give some babies
A handful of Weezy, sprinkle of Dave East
Man, I ain’t got no type, like Jxmmi and Swae Lees
But if he can’t fuck three times a night, peace
I tried to fuck 50 for a powerful hour
But all that nigga wanna do is talk Power for hours
B-beat the pussy up, make sure it’s a K-O
Step your banks up like you’re moving that ya-yo
Somebody go and make sure Karrueche okay though
I heard she think I’m tryna give the coochie to Quavo
They always wanna beat it up, goon up the pussy
Man, maybe I should let him autotune up the pussy
All these Bow Wow Challenge niggas lying and shit
Man, these Fetty Wap niggas stay eyeing my shit
Drake worth a hundred milli, always buying me shit
But I don’t know if the pussy wet or if he crying and shit
Meek still be in my DMs, I be having to duck him
“I used to pray for times like this.”
Face ass when I fuck him
Man, Uzi is my baby, he ain’t takin’ a L
But he took it literally when I said, “Go to hell!”
Used to fuck with Young Thug, I ain’t addressin’ this shit
C-caught him in my dressing room, stealin’ dresses and shit
I used to give this nigga with a lisp testers and shit
How you want the pu-thy? Can’t say your S’s and shit

[Chorus]
Dreams of fucking with any of these little rappers
I’m just playing, but I’m saying (B-B-B-Barbie)
Dreams of fucking with any of these little rappers
I’m just playing, but I’m saying (B-B-B-Barbie)
Dreams of fucking with any of these little rappers
I’m just playing, but I’m saying (B-B-B-Barbie, B-B-B-Barbie)
Dreams of fucking with any of these little rappers
I’m just playing, but I’m saying (Barbie Dreams, B-B-B-Barbie)

[Verse 2]
I remember when I used to have a crush on Special Ed
Shoutout Desiigner, ’cause he made it out of special ed
You wanna fuck me, you gotta give some special head
‘Cause this pussy had these niggas on some special meds
Like Mike Tyson, he was bitin’ my shit
Talking ’bout, “Yo, why you got these niggas fighting and shit?”
On the, on the real, I should make these niggas scrap for the pussy
Young M.A. and Lady Luck, get the strap for this pussy, uh
And I would’ve had Odell Beckham banging the cake
‘Til I saw him hoppin’ out of cars dancing to Drake
I been a five-star bitch, man, word to Gotti
I’ma do that nigga Future dirty, word to Scottie
Had to cancel DJ Khaled, boy, we ain’t speaking
Ain’t no fat nigga telling me what he ain’t eating
YG and The Game with the hammer yelling, “Gang, gang!”
This ain’t what I meant when I said a gang bang
Tekashi want a ménage, I said “tre-way”
Curved him and went the Kim and Kanye way
Em’, cop the Barbie Dreamhouse then you can play the part
I ain’t tryna bust it open in the trailer park

[Chorus]
Dreams of fucking with any of these little rappers
I’m just playing, but I’m saying (B-B-B-Barbie)
Dreams of fucking with any of these little rappers
I’m just playing, but I’m saying (B-B-B-Barbie)
Dreams of fucking with any of these little rappers
I’m just playing, but I’m saying (B-B-B-Barbie, B-B-B-Barbie)
Dreams of fucking with any of these little rappers
I’m just playing, but I’m saying (Barbie Dreams, B-B-B-Barbie)

[Beat Switch]

[Verse 3]
You know I’m all about them dollars
I be supporting them scholars
I let him give me some brain
But he wanted me to ride it
So I said, “Fuck it, I’m in”
He want a cut like a trim
And if he act like he know
I let him fuck it again
I got them bars, I’m indicted
I’m popping, I’m uninvited
I said, “Just lick on the clitoris, nigga, don’t fucking bite it”
I ride his –, in the circle
I turn Stefan into Urkel
I go around and around and I’ma go down in slow motion
Then I pick it up, look at it
I said, “Daddy, come get at it,” uh
Yellow brick road, he said that I am a wiz at it
Yeah, they want it, want it
You know I flaunt it, flaunt it
I’m a trendsetter
Everything I do, they do
Yeah, put ’em up on it, on it
Dimelo, papi, papi
Yo quiero sloppy, sloppy
I’ll give it to you if you beat it up like Baki, Baki
I’ma kill ’em with the shoe, no ceiling is in the roof
And I’m big, give me the loot, twelve cylinders in the Coupe
I get down with the chrome, I tell ’em when I’ma shoot
I just bang, bang, bang, real killers is in my group
Gorillas is in my unit, vacationin’ where it’s humid
And I shine, shine, shine, got diamonds all in my cubans
I’m in LA Times more than when niggas lootin’
And my flow spit crack, I think that nigga usin’
He done bodied everybody, in closing these bitches losin’
Using, using up a bitch movin’
No, I ain’t Studdard and no I ain’t Ruben
Damn, a bitch snoozin’
Shoutout to my Jews, l’chaim, Rick Rubin
Big fat titties, yes, they be protrudin’
I be like, fuck ’em, fuck ’em, bring the lube in
I be like, fuck ’em, fuck ’em, bring the lube in