GoldLink – No Lie Lyrics

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[Chorus: Wizkid]
Act like you don’t know me
Mi no lie
I do this thing and I do this thing for real
Mi no lie
Got a couple girls and guys who could die for me
Mi no lie
Buss’ up the party and everything, doo, doo
Mi no lie
Call off the beef sometime, everything nice and fine
Mi no lie
Roll up the wing one time, dem girls, they’re nice and fine
Mi no lie
Mama told me, “Boy, don’t stop, don’t give up”
Mi no lie
Started from the streets, to my mandem, big up

[Verse 1: GoldLink]
Yeah, GoldLink is a good example for the assholes and the adolescents
Big dawg with a great smile, look like shark poker, yeah they get aggressive
Skin glossy than a mothafucka, teeth sharper than my lip
So my teeth cut my lip, I put a diamond on that bitch
Jewish star for the set, yeah this summer had us movin’ different
Tat an eagle on my neck, ’cause this winter we was flyin’ different
And my niggas show and prove, still be rappin’ like I’m [broke?]
How a youngin’ this smooth? I’m really dirty with the stroke, yeah

[Chorus: Wizkid]
Act like you don’t know me
Mi no lie
I do this thing and I do this thing for real
Mi no lie
Got a couple girls and guys who could die for me
Mi no lie
Buss’ up the party and everything, doo, doo
Mi no lie
Call off the beef sometime, everything nice and fine
Mi no lie
Roll up the wing one time, dem girls, they’re nice and fine
Mi no lie
Mama told me, “Boy, don’t stop, don’t give up”
Mi no lie
Started from the streets, to my mandem, big up

[Bridge: Wizkid & GoldLink]
Mi no lie, mi no lie, mi no lie, mi no lie
Mi no lie, mi no lie, mi no lie, mi no lie
Mi no lie, mi no lie, mi no lie, mi no lie
Mi no lie, mi no lie, mi no lie, mi no lie
Mi no lie
([?] middle )
Mi no lie
([?] nigga)
Mi no lie
([?] middle )
Mi no lie
([?] nigga)

[Verse 2: GoldLink]
Yeah, I’m hella movin’ different
Went from duckin’ coppers, now we duckin’ paparazzi now
Fine lil’ tall black chick with an accent, she a model now
Drinkin’ bubbly liquor while I’m starin’ at her, lookin’ nothin’ like she talk
They remember when I was a youngin’, had the .40 draggin’ when they walk, huh
Blue flaggin’ while I’m parasailin’ with the boys and models out in Italy
Couple months ago, I was in the city on a date with a single ting
You’d prolly know her, and I never show, and she told me how she get security
But I always tell her I’m a hood nigga and this famous shit is new to me
Been down with the leg walk, old Versace for the jeans
I understand how my plug talk, I got Cuban in my genes
Never cubic on my neck, I got diamonds that’ll bling
I got shooters that’ll blitz, and all you’ll hear is dirty screams
Give me neck, give me neck, uh, trade my girl for a jet, uh
Trade her soul for some pocket change
Want the world, nothin’ less
Kill a rapper for respect, huh
Kill a rapper for respect, huh
Kill a nigga for a North Face
And some braggin’ rights and a TEC

[Outro]
(Skrrt, skrrt)
Truth teller, truth teller
(Skrrt, skrrt)
I’m never gon’ let up
(Skrrt, skrrt)
Back, back, back-ity-back, God, get ’em
(Skrrt, skrrt)
New levels, new levels
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh
Yeah
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Yeah

2Pac – Don’t Stop The Music [OG] Lyrics

[Intro: 2Pac]
This go out to C. Delores Tucker
(God damn rap music I hate that)
Bob dole
(It’s just so violent and it destroys everybody)
And everybody else who feels like uh
(It makes the kids crazy)
They stronger than the constitution
(Kids kill people)
Freedom of speech big baby
(There’s cop haters)
Freedom of speech
(They goin’ against society I don’t understand the music, it’s too loud)
Outlawz!
(It’ too loud, it’s too rowdy, it’s too violent)
(Let’s ban all rap music)
Outlawz
(Ban 2Pac, ban the Outlaw Immortalz Ban ’em)

[Verse 1: 2Pac]
You can’t break me never made me, busta soft ass beats
This Outlaw style got a brother off the streets
Miss Delores Tucker sue me I won’t stop
‘Til we get justice for these crooked cops on my block
Time Warner full of sissies, tell ’em all to miss me
A bunch of hypocrites whistlin’ Dixie
Good riddance cause you never should of touched me
You cowards knew you couldn’t take the pressure I’ma make you sorry
Trust me
Did I cry when they dropped me? (nah), can they stop me? (won’t)
Tryna sell 4 million copies (T.H.U.G)
If I wasn’t spittin’ it’d be prison or death
This rap game all we got left
So try to comprehend where we comin’ from
Life as an Outlaw, ain’t meant for everyone
So here we come
Recognize how we organize
Strategize now we unified brothers on the rise
And we can’t stop

[Collision: Val Young]
Don’t you stop it (You don’t really gonna stop, hayy)
Don’t you stop
Stop the music (You don’t really gonna stop, haha)
Nooooo

[Hook: Val Young]
Don’t you stop it (You don’t really gonna stop, hayy)
Don’t you stop
Stop the music (You don’t really gonna stop, haha)
Nooooo
Don’t you stop it (You don’t really gonna stop, hayy)
Don’t you stop
Stop the music (You don’t really gonna stop, haha)
Nooooo

[Verse 2: E.D.I]
You don’t really wanna stop – stop
The only thing that we got
I bang knott’s, so how much you plot
On these youngsters, millions of ’em that’s lovin’ everything we say
Cause at this every single day yeah
Some of us is trippin’ on it (huh)
But in turn busta’s slippin’ on it
So get up on it, don’t be an opponent
Cause this is feedin’ my family, take it away
And see me in every single place you plan to be
Don’t stop

[Verse 3: Hussein Fatal]
I got 58 ways to get out of the game
But only one way’s gonna fit my name; Hussein
Ride by, with the block, I can’t stop
Not even for the cop’s will, I close down shop
Yo, I broke nights to get big, gettin’ rope spot’s hold it tight
(You don’t really gonna stop, hayy)
Runnin’ with fat blunts niggas ain’t rollin’ right
Temp this
I bitch this track, I love rap (You don’t really gonna stop, haha)
Senseless, relentless in every sentence but above that
Brain driller, fuckin’ Fatal’s a walkin’ pain killer
(You don’t really gonna stop, hayy)
Insane iller than caine, Uzi cops, then watch ’em fear ya
Who’s next?
I’m ready to check a neck in a second
(You don’t really gonna stop, haha)
Gripin’ the TEC and slap’ ya head because I snap under pressure
Cuttin’ circulation
Stranded on the plant the earth’s chasin’
Scared of probation now I’m facin’ death tryna hurt a nation
Burn like acid
Fart, blunts and Jurassic, Park
My bastard ass click we got the strip mashin’

[Hook: Val Young]
Don’t you stop it (You don’t really gonna stop, hayy)
Don’t you stop
Stop the music (You don’t really gonna stop, haha)
Nooooo
Don’t you stop it (You don’t really gonna stop, hayy)
Don’t you stop
Stop the music (You don’t really gonna stop, haha)
Nooooo

You don’t really gonna stop, hayy
You don’t really gonna stop, haha
You don’t really gonna stop, hayy
You don’t really gonna stop, haha

Mhm!, I won’t stop the music, I won’t stop the music
Don’t you stop it (You don’t really gonna stop, hayy)
Don’t you stop
Stop the music (You don’t really gonna stop, haha)
Nooooo
Don’t you stop it (You don’t really gonna stop, hayy)
Don’t you stop
Stop the music

YNW Melly – Rolling Loud Lyrics

[Intro]
Hey, hey
You know the mountains and the sun forever rise and go
How high the diamonds shinin’ on him
I don’t wanna go
Yeah the VVS’, oh
Thumb through the racks
Thumbin’ through the racks and a nigga gotta get right back
Gotta get right, gotta get right, right, right back
Gotta get right

[Chorus]
Run up the money, then count up the commas
And go get the money lil’ bitch (Money, lil’ bitch)
Hundred round drum on the Glock
If he play with the crew, then he bound to get hit
These bitches be suckin’ and swallowin’ dick
I swear I can’t trust ’em for shit (Trust ’em for shit)
Know that’s a dusty lil’ bitch (Dusty lil’ bitch)
Know that’s a dusty lil’ bitch
Rollin’ up a lot of loud (Loud)
Aroma is inside the air (Inside the air)
When they was lookin’ at us (Lookin’ at us)
My demon told me it was unfair (No, no)

[Verse 1]
Gotta get racks, racks, racks (Racks, racks, racks)
Gotta go cop that Porsche (Cop that Porsche)
Got that bitch shakin’ ass in the kitchen in booty shorts (Yeah, yeah)
I ain’t tryna die no time soon, they say life too short
That’s only if you lose faith, we gotta get it today (Yeah)
Pop you a Molly or somethin’ else, Hennessy, get you some money and get it (Get it)
She wanna fuck on me, she suck a lil’ somethin’
She swallowin’ all of my niggas (For nothin’)
Ain’t droppin’ no dime
I swear to God, bitch I’ll do the time for all of my niggas (My Slimes)
Okay way down, paint it, okay, hair trigger

[Chorus]
Run up the money, then count up the commas
And go get the money lil’ bitch (Money, lil’ bitch)
Hundred round drum on the Glock
If he play with the crew, then he bound to get hit
These bitches be suckin’ and swallowin’ dick
I swear I can’t trust ’em for shit (Trust ’em for shit)
Know that’s a dusty lil’ bitch (A dusty lil’ bitch)
Know that’s a dusty lil’ bitch
Rollin’ up a lot of loud (Loud, lot of loud)
Aroma is inside the air (You can smell it)
When they was lookin’ at us (Why you lookin’ at us?)
My demon told me it was unfair (Unfair)

[Verse 2]
Oh, baby, what you mean? Gotta get to this green
I don’t wanna do no more of that codeine
I’ll ho-o-old the Glock, I gotta get a bean
Oh, what you want is sex, she say she want Rolaids
Got a hundred round drum on that TEC
Don’t play with us, this shit get disrespectful
Beat the bitch one time, if I did it, then I bet I left her (I see you)
She wanna get it, she wanna fuck, I wanna go (I wanna go)
To a place that me and the lil’ bitch ain’t never been before (‘Fore)
Uh, I gotta get lil’ ho from Idaho, and
I don’t know what the fuck she got goin’ on, this shit so potent (So potent)
I’m rollin’, rollin’, I’m rollin’, rollin’, rollin’, locomotion (‘Motion)
I got a 40, I’ll hold this bitch and shoot it at you people (You people)

[Chorus]
Run up the money, then count up the commas
And go get the money lil’ bitch (Money, lil’ bitch)
Hundred round drum on the Glock
If he play with the crew, then he bound to get hit (Bound to get hit)
These bitches be suckin’ and swallowin’ dick
I swear I can’t trust ’em for shit (Trust ’em for shit)
Know that’s a dusty lil’ bitch (A dusty lil’ bitch)
Know that’s a dusty lil’ bitch
Rollin’ up a lot of loud (Lot of loud)
Aroma is inside the air (In the air)
When they was lookin’ at us (At us)
My demon told me it was unfair

[Outro]
You gon’ get fucked from the dick by the back and go get you them Rolaids (Rolaids)
She want the Rolaids (Roll)
She want a Rolex (Go)
She on the wave, yeah
Young Nigga World, young nigga wavy
World, young nigga wavy

Young Thug – Scoliosis Lyrics

[Intro: Young Thug]
Yeah, drink this cum, bitch getting pumped (woo)
Black bitch, Keke Palmer (black bitch)
Yeah, pray for a lifetime when you bond us (SEX)
Yeah yeah, real slow when I pump her (woo woo)

[Chorus: Young Thug]
Maserati coupe, it’s a sedan in the garage (skrrt)
[?] all white gold, I’m no fraud (yeah)
Scoliosis, pink face Rollies with the chart
Pine-Sol, diamonds clean, livin’ large
High school, had a bomb in my [?]
Middle school, had that TEC in my locker
I ain’t had to run from the principal (no sir)
I did it because the principle

[Verse 1: Young Thug]
I’ma dance, I was sexin yo’ mama (woo)
Nigga we smoked ’em, we don’t care ’bout no karma
All the homies are protected like Obama (woo woo)
Ancient gold Rolex like a condom (yeah)
Rolls gold, six froze on the Tonka (yeah)
Rolls gold, six by fours on the Tonka (yeah yeah)
Twelve colors on my clothes like a [?] (and what)
Twelve million to my hoe, she humongous (woo woo)

[Chorus: Young Thug]
Maserati coupe, it’s a sedan in the garage (skrrt)
[?] all white gold, I’m no fraud (yeah)
Scoliosis, pink face Rollies with the chart
Pine-Sol, diamonds clean, livin’ large
High school, had a bomb in my [?]
Middle school, had that TEC in my locker (tec)
I ain’t had to run from the principal (no)
I did it because the principle

[Verse 2: Gunna]
Wide body benz with a big nose
Amazon bitch was in some white toes (let’s go)
She got extravagant head, know that deepthroat (deepthroat)
YSL, I’m only ’bout that lingo
That’s the beauty of it, sell some then we split
Coupled with Owen kicks, feds wanna take a pic
I saw some beauty in yo’ bitch, I’m tryna screw my dick
Came in your main real quick, now my kids born rich (let’s go, let’s go)
Ride the foreign, whip built up with toilets
I ain’t bring no cash out the back, cuddle my wallet
We soft like cottonelle, pussy nigga silent
I kill you rat, you stand no care in my conscious

[Chorus: Young Thug]
Maserati coupe, sedan in the garage (skrrt)
[?] all white gold, I’m no fraud (yeah)
Scoliosis, pink face Rollies with the chart
Pine-Sol, diamonds clean, living large

[Verse 3: Lil Duke]
Tesla truck (truck), yeah, we young and rich don’t give a fuck (give no fuck)
Heckler Koch (Koch), four five shells, yeah they gon’ live for more
Can’t wife no thot (wife no thot), I just fuck ’em then I give ’em up (I give ’em up)
Ten bands on the fit, hoes they say I do too much (I do too much)
They diggin’ this shit like a grave (grave)
Can’t do nothing ‘less, I’m gettin’ paid (paid)
My bitches so stuck in they ways (in they ways)
Walk through the back of the bitch, it’s a maze (it’s a maze)
Condo by lane, it’s a mall in it
Ain’t no one nigga, we all win (we all win)
Beat up that pussy, get tall in (tall in)
Lambo so low gotta fall in (fall in)

[Chorus: Young Thug]
Maserati coupe, sedan in the garage (skrrt)
[?] all white gold, I’m no fraud (yeah)
Scoliosis, pink face Rollies with the chart
Pine-Sol, diamonds clean, livin’ large
High school, had a bomb in my [?]
Middle school, had that TEC in my locker (tec)
I ain’t had to run from the principal (no)
I did it because the principle

[Outro: Young Thug]
Rolls gold, six froze on the Tonka (yeah)
Rolls gold, six by fours on the Tonka (yeah yeah)
Twelve colors on my clothes like a [?] (and what)
Twelve million to my hoe, she humongous (woo woo)

Famous Dex – 30 Go Bang Lyrics

[Intro]
Everybody be askin’ me this
Everybody be askin’ me that
Why do they be questionin’ me?
Like “Dex, where you from, bro?” (Y’all know where the fuck I am from, man)
You know where the fuck I’m from (haha, let’s get it, man)
Woo, esketit (DDB shit, man)

[Verse 1]
I’m smokin’ on Woods (woo), I’m sippin’ on lean ‘fore I’m switchin’ lanes (drank)
I’m bussin’ so hard, I need me a water, I can’t feel my brain (I’m brainless)
These bitches they on me, they want them some money, they can’t get a thing (at all)
But baby, I want me some brain (that brain), she know I got fame, she know I’m the thing (esketit)
My .30 on me, you know I can’t lie, got .40s on beams (on beams, woo)
You run up on me, my .40 go boom, I send him a dream (bang bang, bang bang)
We kick in yo’ door like Mike with masks, you think Halloween (Halloween)
But bitch, this ain’t Halloween (woo), I just want the money (esketit), I feel like a fiend (esketit)
Hello, they callin’ my phone, oh shit, I gotta finesse (I gotta finesse, woo)
They say they want weed, but shit, I told ’em molly’s the best (molly’s the best, esketit)
They start some fu shit, guess what? You know I’m uppin’ my TEC (I’m uppin’ my TEC)
I hope I don’t up my TEC, if I up my TEC, I send him to rest (esketit, esketit)

[Chorus]
These bitches on me, I told her I don’t need her (I don’t need her, esketit)
I’m smokin’ on weed, you know it’s that reefer (it’s that reefer, oh)
You try some fu shit, I’m uppin’ my [?] (uppin’ my [?])
My .40 go [?]
My .30 go bang (woo), my choppa go slang, my .40 go [?] (esketit)
And ‘fore I’m switchin’ lanes, I’m smokin’ that thing (woo), you know it’s that reefer (woo)
These bitches they on me, I told her I don’t need her, you know I don’t need ya (I don’t need ya)
Bitch, I don’t need ya (I don’t need ya)
Bitch I don’t need ya (I don’t need ya), hoe I don’t need ya

[Verse 2]
I’m still cookin’ work, it’s gettin’ real late, I need me a duece (where the drank? Where the drank?)
I call up Fly Shaun, I call up my twin, you know that’s the crew (my homies, my boys)
I’d die for my homies, I’d kill for my homies, I ain’t talkin’ no fu (no fu)
But boy, what you talkin’ is fu, you ain’t talkin’ no green (no guap), conversation is blue (esketit)
These hoes in KOD shakin’, it’s gettin’ wet (gettin’ wet, esketit)
I call up my broski Shane and told him bring me some stacks (big bro, bring guap)
I see thirsty niggas, I hope they don’t rob, I hope they don’t snatch (don’t snatch)
‘Cause boy if you do try to snatch, lil’ bro in the back, and he came with the strap (esketit, esketit)

[Chorus]
These bitches on me, I told her I don’t need her (I don’t need her, esketit)
I’m smokin’ on weed, you know it’s that reefer (it’s that reefer, oh)
You try some fu shit, I’m uppin’ my [?] (uppin’ my [?])
My .40 go [?]
My .30 go bang (woo), my choppa go slang, my .40 go [?] (esketit)
And ‘fore I’m switchin’ lanes, I’m smokin’ that thing (woo), you know it’s that reefer (woo)
These bitches they on me, I told her I don’t need her, you know I don’t need ya (I don’t need ya)
Bitch, I don’t need ya (I don’t need ya)
Bitch I don’t need ya (I don’t need ya), hoe I don’t need ya

Dave East – Set It Off

[Intro: Jada Pinkett Smith, Queen Latifa, & Vivica A. Fox]
This money got you trippin’
Now what you gon’ do?
Rob another goddamn bank
What the fuck is y’all thinkin’?
Hold up, we said once, Cleo
To get enough change to get us up outta here
And that’s all it is, Stoney
We need some real money

[Verse 1]
These niggas can’t smoke or can’t drink with me (at all)
The realest alive, come and meet with me
I’m in your city, bad bitches gon’ link with me (link up)
First class, I don’t check bags, I just carry on all this Louis shit (LV)
Just hit your wife, she on some groupie shit (yeah)
I found me a bad and a boujee bitch (bad)
I jump out the wagon with hooligans
I ask for back but I’m back in the mood again
I dropped out of class, don’t need tutorin’ (fuck em)
That 600, I’m maneuverin’
Maybach comin’ this week (this week)
I need some head ’til I get weak (uh)
GemStar at your wind piece (uh)
Black .40 match the Benz seats (ooh)
I might pull up more than 10 deep (more)
Still got that white, boy, no NSYNC (white)
I throw up my thumbs and I send three
I got the pump in the Benz Jeep (facts)
I leave blood all on your t-shirt (shirt)
These niggas just pussies, they been sweet (I know it)
You wouldn’t believe what I been through
Used to bend through on the 10 speed (uh)

[Hook]
Head of the family, I never talk (never talk)
I’m somewhere gettin’ a pedicure (pedicure)
Don’t know what to say, I done said it all (said it all)
Rumors about me, I read ’em all (read ’em all)
Pull up in Suburban, she told me that she was a virgin but I got the head and all (head and all)
I got the pussy, ain’t never call (never call)
Run in the bank and I set it off (set it off)
Head of the family, I never talk (never talk)
I’m somewhere gettin’ a pedicure (pedicure)
Don’t know what to say, I done said it all (said it all)
Rumors about me, I read ’em all (read ’em all)
Pull up in Suburban, she told you that she was a virgin but I got the head and all (head and all)
I got the pussy, ain’t never call (never call)
Run in the bank and I set it off (set it off)

[Verse 2]
I’m somewhere gettin’ a manicure
Reach for my chain and I’m lettin’ this hammer off
.40 on me, they don’t check the artist
Harlem crippin’, I’ma rep regardless
We lookin’ for you and your man and the way we gon’ throw it at him, he an extra target
I ain’t into all that extra talkin’ (nah)
He ridin’ with you, then the TEC’ll park him
I let a hollow go right in his face then walk by him like I never saw him
The price stay, we don’t ever bargain (never)
Investin’ right, I’ma stress the market
They talk like they gangsta but never walk it
If twelve niggas front, that’s eleven coffins (eleven)
I throw ’em thirty and head to Boston (thirty)
That here a .30, you better toss ’em (throw that)
I flip the patty like, "Oh God" (patty)
Fillin’ up baggies, my old job (old job)
They dope boys and now they goin’ up (up)
I ain’t had nothin’, I’m gon’ rob (rob)
I can’t relate to these soft niggas (I can’t)
My OG just told me, "Just go hard"
I don’t give a fuck ’bout who hatin’
I’m on vacation, I send ’em a postcard
Me and my daughter be matchin’ (matchin’)
Came up on the corner, I’m trappin’ (trap)
Don’t fuck with this shit, y’all be jackin’ (jack)
I’m from the trenches, you cannot imagine
I ride with my Ruger, I got me a cougar and she look just like Toni Braxton
Shark face, that’s an Aston, .45 got me saggin’

[Hook]
Head of the family, I never talk (never talk)
I’m somewhere gettin’ a pedicure (pedicure)
Don’t know what to say, I done said it all (said it all)
Rumors about me, I read ’em all (read ’em all)
Pull up in Suburban, she told me that she was a virgin but I got the head and all (head and all)
I got the pussy, ain’t never call (never call)
Run in the bank and I set it off (set it off)
Head of the family, I never talk (never talk)
I’m somewhere gettin’ a pedicure (pedicure)
Don’t know what to say, I done said it all (said it all)
Rumors about me, I read ’em all (read ’em all)
Pull up in Suburban, she told you that she was a virgin but I got the head and all (head and all)
I got the pussy, ain’t never call (never call)
Run in the bank and I set it off (set it off)

[Outro: Queen Latifa]
I want some more motherfuckin’ money

YFN Lucci – Propane (feat. YFN Trae Pound & YFN Kay)

[Chorus: YFN Lucci]
Somethin’ like propane, uh, too much smoke man, hey
Yeah, I ain’t got no feelings for no hoe man, yeah
Call me snowman, I froze both chains, yeah, aye
Matchin’ bling-bling for the whole gang
Workin’ like a, GOAT, grindin’, I need, hope
Yeah, shine when I get, up, one hand on my, uh
I’m gon’ hold it down yeah, for whoever want smoke yeah
One hand on my Glock yeah, they know how it go

[Verse 1: YFN Lucci]
Uh, one hand on my (on my), man I pray he don’t (pray he don’t)
If he play he gon’ (play he gon’), he may not make it no
Uh naw, don’t make me make that call, we ball, no basketball
We all international, we flyer than an asteroid
No, I don’t like racks at all, that there get you wacked my dawg
Shootin’ up a nigga family house, that there get my mans involved
Make me get at your mans and all, nah we ain’t got to pay it off
That sawed-off will knock ya head off, in the coupe with the head off
Been through one of the opps block, seat low, I got the chop cocked
Cut up one of their cars, got it lookin’ like it been to the chop shop
Hell nah we will not stop, every night I prayed about a drop (every night I prayed)
If you lookin’ for some smoke we

[Chorus: YFN Lucci]
Somethin’ like propane, uh, too much smoke man, hey
Yeah, I ain’t got no feelings for no hoe man yeah
Call me snowman, I froze both chains yeah aye
Matchin’ bling-bling for the whole gang
Workin’ like a, GOAT, grindin’, I need, hope
Yeah, shine when I get, up, one hand on my, uh
I’m gon’ hold it down yeah, for whoever want smoke yeah
One hand on my Glock yeah, they know how it go

[Verse 2: YFN Kay]
Money power respect, one hand grippin’ my TEC
Whole lotta water drippin’ from my neck, that’s VVS
Whole lotta lean drippin’ from my cup, that’s CVS
Whole lotta pounds drop on the first, that’s UPS
These niggas want to be famous, leave a fuck nigga plankin’
Brains all over the floor, now I see what you thinkin’
That’s on Nut, that’s on Nut, In my Glock I trust
I can’t wait to bust, leave a pussy nigga stuck
Put your pistols up, while I ship on two cups
Twistin’ my fingers up, whole lotta new bucks
We knock ’em down, you pick ’em up
They ain’t ’bout no action, they just talk about it
Leave the scene cloudy, lotta smoke around it

[Chorus: YFN Lucci]
Somethin’ like propane, uh, too much smoke man, hey
Yeah, I ain’t got no feelings for no hoe man yeah
Call me snowman, I froze both chains yeah aye
Matchin’ bling-bling for the whole gang
Workin’ like a, GOAT, grindin’, I need, hope
Yeah, shine when I get, up, one hand on my, uh
I’m gon’ hold it down yeah, for whoever want smoke yeah
One hand on my Glock yeah, they know how it go

[Verse 3: YFN Trae Pound]
Move bags like a garage truck, huh, get your order up
Used to ride the Marta bus, huh, now they charter us
Nigga you ain’t hard enough, huh, how you want war with us? huh
You ain’t startin’ with us (nigga), you ain’t part of us
Grindin, lately I’ve been grindin’
Which car to slide in? Havin’ trouble decidin’
Whole lotta diamonds in the face, can’t see what time it is
I ain’t even signed a deal, I’d probably be swipin’ still (haha)
On hand on that, huh, rubberband that, huh
Probably too much, huh, rockin’ too much, huh
One call get you touched, DJ Screw in my cup (yeah)
We was down now we up, whole gang done blew up

[Chorus: YFN Lucci]
Somethin’ like propane, uh, too much smoke man, hey
Yeah, I ain’t got no feelings for no hoe man yeah
Call me snowman, I froze both chains yeah aye
Matchin’ bling-bling for the whole gang
Workin’ like a, GOAT, grindin’, I need, hope
Yeah, shine when I get, up, one hand on my, uh
I’m gon’ hold it down yeah, for whoever want smoke yeah
One hand on my Glock yeah, they know how it go

Kodak Black – Loyal Lyrics

[Intro]
Look what I get
Look what I get for bein’ loyal
Look what I get for bein’ real
Look what I get for bein’ true
Look what I get
This what I get for lovin’ you
This what I get for lovin’ you
Look what I get for bein’ loyal
Look what I get
Look what I get for bein’ real
This what I get for bein’ true
Look what I get for lovin’ you
Look what I get

[Verse]
You got my number, so don’t take it to the Internet
I’m a real nigga, so I don’t get into that
Kill Bill, I be flyin’ with the kill TEC
I don’t believe in karma, I ain’t get killed yet
But I don’t wanna die, I just wanna live
Real niggas don’t die, we get on the pill
[?] ’bout to come home on the pill
And he ’bout to offer fam another plea deal
I can’t even S.I.P., can’t smoke in peace
I can’t even R.I.P., can’t roll in peace
I don’t rest in peace, bitch, I roll in peace
I can’t even H.I.P., can’t hoe in peace
I’m cheatin’ on my bitch, but I can’t hoe in peace
I ain’t lukewarm, bitch, I’m cold as heat
Ayy, fuck with me, I’m fuckin’ loyal
Niggas kill you ’cause they love you, they want no remorse
How the fuck you put a baby on child support?
I’m married to the game, I don’t want no divorce
I set a standard, then I stand on it
This what I get for bein’ real, don’t it?
This what I get for bein’ real, do it?
And I ain’t got no heart, so I don’t feel Cupid
And I don’t show no love ’cause I don’t get in return
I don’t show no love ’cause I don’t get what I earn
I don’t show no love ’cause I don’t get what I deserve
Took my energy off the curb, put it on the verse
Now every time I say a word, cost a quarter million
I’m rockin’ pony hair boots, this is pony hair
I’m rockin’ pony hair boots, this is real fur
And I be lookin’ like a million every time I splurge
That’s just what I get for bein’ real to her
That what I get for bein’ real to you
I stepped up out the game, had to step in the booth
I stepped right on a nigga, now I step in the booth
And trust me, I ain’t ever need a vest for the booth
And I ain’t had no choice of what you left me to do
You made me heartless
You made me heartless
You made me
You made me heartless

[Outro]
Look what I get
Look what I get for bein’ loyal
Look what I get for bein’ real
Look what I get for bein’ true
Look what I get

Larry June – 4DEEP

[Intro]
Ay, turn me up
Yeah, that is perfect, yup, damn, ay
Hold on, hold on
You know what, keep it going
I’mma go right here

[Verse 1]
I pimp and I rap, drive a Benz not a Lac
Two twelves in the back when I’m mobbin’
Grab a eighth for the purp, fresh white t-shirt
No L’s but a young nigga slidin’
Got a bitch out the way, brand wood to be exact
Sucking dick like the bitch still in college
Don’t make me take it back to ’07, bitch nigga
Black hoodie with the chinese chop
Don’t gimme no motherfuckin bammer bitch nigga
In the 415, that’s a problem
Got a bitch in the eighth, hella bad
And she think that she make a real good peach cobbler
Got her trappin’ in the city, San Bruno Bayhill
First game so I treat her like a starter
Got her first Louis bag, now the bitch going hard
Now the ho ridin’ round in a Maserati

[Hook]
4DEEP, ay, 4DEEP no sleep, nigga, 4DEEP no
4DEEP, ay, 4DEEP no sleep, nigga, 4DEEP no
4DEEP, ay, 4DEEP no sleep, nigga, 4DEEP no
4DEEP, ay, 4DEEP no sleep, nigga, 4DEEP no, 4DEEP

[Verse 2]
Got a bitch out in Philly, got a bitch out in Vegas
If they both do good that’s at least 3k
Nigga I been havin’ hoes, nigga since MySpace
Used to mob to the V, me and Nemo [?]
Now they got me all in double XL, shit crazy
Nigga had to change his life, fucked around and had a baby
It was 9th grade when I bought my first .38
I was a new nigga and I heard them boys was tryna play
Got my first lil’ bitch named Tina, she was asian
She chose up in the Rich, I was fresh out to blaze
Right by the taco shop at the MetroPCS
I was still sellin’ zips, she was dressed in the best
I ain’t have a whip, young nigga from the ‘jects
Big Brad, T-Wood taught me how to bust a TEC
Now a nigga twenty-five, and your boy livin’ good
Hit my nigga Lil Yee slide through and blow a wood

[Hook]
4DEEP, ay, 4DEEP no sleep, nigga, 4DEEP no
4DEEP, ay, 4DEEP no sleep, nigga, 4DEEP no
4DEEP, ay, 4DEEP no sleep, nigga, 4DEEP no
4DEEP, ay, 4DEEP no sleep, nigga, 4DEEP no, 4DEEP

Drake – No Long Talk (feat. Giggs) (More Life Album)

[Intro]
Really?
Yeah (Six!)
Yeah
Murda on tha beat, so it’s not nice

[Verse 1: Drake]
That’s Baka, he’s a no-long-talker
Quick to let a motherfuckin’ TEC slam
We don’t need to hear about a next man
Youts talk down, then they get ran
Left them, get dipped from the whole ends
If Gilla call shots, no questions
G-Way ’til I’m restin’
But we still got love for the West End
If it’s a chit-chat ting, better talk nice
Murda on the beat, so it’s not nice
Skull gets hot, then I’m not nice
You tryna date her and she been, let me walk twice
Now you man are on a diss ting
Just know man like Chubbs
He’s a fixer if I ever gotta fix tings
Just know man like Fifth, he’s a sicko
As you get tanned, he don’t miss things
Just know man like me, I’m a Sixer
And I oversee the whole thing
Yeah, I pree the whole thing
Yeah, I pree the whole thing
Preme got the hurt tucked, can’t see the whole thing
Niggas wanna talk splits, now we need the whole thing

[Verse 2: Giggs]
Man gets duppied when we touch a button
Man catch suckers, then we’re touchin’ somethin’
Man gets stuck in, yeah, we’re stuck in somethin’
Man gets rappin’ when we’re suckin’ somethin’
Man gets battered with the crutch or somethin’
Man bat bat it, then we buck or somethin’
If man child play it, then we Chucky somethin’
If man start throwin’, then we’re chuckin’ somethin’
I’m on the best side, got the TEC lined
In the whip, on the left side, on a death ride
MAC-10 and the spesh flies, and the TEC slide
Nutty shit like somethin’ just climbed out the X-Files
Textbook, like it’s old school, like in textiles
Lightie, lookin’ healthy and she gets smiles
Home time, grab a quick drink and she gets wild
Sexy, and I rate that and her sex style
Fuckin’ somethin’, yeah nigga, fuckin’ somethin’
Back bent, pussy, I’ll fuck her somethin’
Cognac, better grab a cup of somethin’
Glue pussy like a nigga stuck or somethin’
Stuck or somethin’, like a nigga stuck or somethin’
So the monster is like a truck or somethin’
Spread the pussy out, I’m ’bout to butter somethin’
Man gone Hollywood, it’s like I’m Buck or somethin’

[Outro: Giggs]
You dun know, it’s Hollowman Giggs
Right now, just here with the big man Drizzy, you get me?
More Life flex, you dun know
OVO and SN1 to the world, brap

DRAKE – No Long Talk lyrics

(Yeah!)
(Yeah!)
Murda on tha beat so it’s not nice

That’s Baka, he’s a no long talker
Quick to let a motherfucking TEC slam
We don’t need to hear about a next man
Youts talk down, then they get ran
Left them, get dipped from the whole ends
If Gilla call shots, no questions
G-Way ’til I’m resting
But we still got love for the West End
If it’s a chit chat ting, better talk nice
Murda on the beat so it’s not nice
Skull gets hot, then I’m not nice
You tryna date her and she been, let me walk twice
Now you man are on a diss ting
Just know man like Chubbs
He’s a fixer if I ever gotta fix tings
Just know man like Fifth, he’s a sicko
As you get tanned, he don’t miss things
Just know man like me, I’m a Sixer
And I oversee the whole thing
Yeah I pree the whole thing
Yeah I pree the whole thing
Pree gotta hurt talk, can’t see the whole thing
Niggas wanna talk splits, na we need the whole thing

Man gets duppied when we touch a button
Man catch suckers then we’re touching somethin’
Man gets stuck in, yeah we’re stuck in somethin’
Man gets scrapping when we’re sucking somethin’
Man gets battered with the crutch or somethin’
Man bat bat it, then we buck or somethin’
If man child play it then we Chucky somethin’
If man start throwing then we’re chucking somethin’
I’m on the best side, got the TEC lined
In the whip, on the left side on a death ride
MAC-10 and the spesh flies and the TEC slide
Nutty shit like somethin’ just climbed out the X-Files
Textbook, like it’s old school, like in textiles
Lighty, looking healthy and she gets smiles
Home time, grab a quick drink and she gets wild
Sexy, and I rate that and her sex style
Fuckin’ somethin’, yeah nigga, fuckin’ somethin’
Back bent, pussy, I’ll fuck her somethin’
Cognac, better grab a cup of somethin’
Glue pussy like a nigga stuck or somethin’, stuck or somethin’
Like a nigga stuck or somethin’
So the monster is like a truck or somethin’
Spread the pussy out, I’m ’bout to butter somethin’
Man gone Hollywood, it’s like I’m Buck or somethin’

You dun know
It’s Hollowman Giggs
Right now, just here with the big man Drizzy, you get me?
More Life flex, you dun know
OVO and SN1 to the world, brap

Juelz Santana – D-Up (feat. Jim Jones & Migos)

[Intro: Offset]
You know what I’m saying
Rich nigga shit
It’s the only way to go
Woo!
Hey!

[Verse 1: Offset]
Foreign (foreign), Bugatti’s (yea)
Dirty pistol havin’ bodies (brrt)
Don’t know what it cost I just buy it (how much?)
She a whole ‘nother bitch on the molly (woo)
Havin’ them racks, I been havin’ them racks (racks)
Young nigga playin’ monopoly (monopoly)
The devil keep tryna jump all on my back
But I’m the man, ain’t stoppin’ me (nah)
Fuckin’ that bitch, she got too attached
She won’t get a call or text from me (brr)
These niggas takin’ my recipe (recipe)
Money on the right and the left of me (racks)
Gossippin’ just like a bitch my nigga (gossip)
I’m in the trap cookin’ fish my nigga (trap)
You poppin’ so fuck it let’s hit my nigga (hit)
Surrounded by dawgs, they pits my nigga (errr)
I’m stayin’ away from the lames and thotties, I’m bout to get me a profit (profit)
I’m swervin’ the lanes, my engines is ‘Rari, 488 a ‘Rari
Excuse me pardon, colorful diamonds like I been playin’ sorry (sorry)
Look at my bitch she a barbie (barbie)
Double cup sippin’ on bar (mud, drank, drank)
Gotta survive, the coolant it come with the TEC (brrt)
Run up your check, then you go buy a Patek (run up a check, hey)
Watery diamond, drippin’ splash, wet (drip, splash, splash)
We got them choppers on deck when we boardin’ them jets (aye)

[Hook: Quavo]
I can not fuck up the reup, coco, ski up
Yeah, I got high paid shooters (high paid)
I’m tellin’ them niggas to D up (D up)
Drop off, hardball
Grandpa got a sawed-off (grandpa)
Can’t no work be stepped on (nah)
None of my niggas gon’ fall off
Jumpin’ out the trees with the ski’s (with them ski’s yeah)
Pull up on the plug with the fees (with them fees yeah)
Make her pop a perky on her knees (on her knees yeah)
I hook-shot that pot like Kareem (hook-shot)

[Verse 2: Takeoff & Juelz Santana]
Championship on my ring
I make my bitches trap out of Céline
I put that ice in my watch, Mr. Freeze
And I’m takin’ the P’s just to go to Belize
I need that big gun, I’m talkin’ machine
These pussy niggas just blowin’ out steam
I get it lit 500 degrees
Chopper hit everything, bada boom bada bing
Beat the pot with the stamina (beat it)
Fucking your bitches on cameras (smash)
I got a bag of that Pamela
Put it right in the trunk of my tarantula
That’s a spider for you dumb fucks
Money comin’ by the dump trucks
Bodies lay by the dumpsters
It’s real mobsters amongst us
Knots, trap out the bando it’s hot
Fuck it invade the spot (spot)
Wrist watch, I put the wrist in the pot (pot)
I had to seize the lot
Tick tock, bitch still on the clock now go get that money for daddy
Whip rocks, soon as my work hit the block fiends line up for the package
I need that money, give me the loot
Play with my money, how silly is you?
I go to the dealer, I pick and I choose
I look like Mister T with all my jewels
If you try take it, I pity the fool
I take your honey, you Winnie the Pooh
My niggas got sticks that’s bigger than you
Can’t swim with the sharks, then stay in the pool

[Hook: Quavo]
I can not fuck up the reup, coco, ski up
Yeah, I got high paid shooters (high paid)
I’m tellin’ them niggas to D up (D up)
Drop off, hardball
Grandpa got a sawed-off (grandpa)
Can’t no work be stepped on (nah)
None of my niggas gon’ fall off
Jumpin’ out the trees with the ski’s (with them ski’s yeah)
Pull up on the plug with the fees (with them fees yeah)
Make her pop a perky on her knees (on her knees yeah)
I hook-shot that pot like Kareem (hook-shot)

[Verse 3: Jim Jones & Quavo]
I was hanging with the dealers then
Still hanging with the dealers now
They know I just signed a deal, so they ask how I’m feelin’ now
I still run around and them phone calls
Pull up, pull the ceiling down (Skrt skrt)
I bought the crib in Miami though, had to drop a quarter million now
So, what really talkin’ ’bout and New York bring Porsches out
I be thinkin’ the days, that I was stuck in trail ’til the judge had to toss out it
Summertime bring Forces out
No socks, with the powder in ’em
Got my jewels on and my tank-top, big blunts with the loud up in ’em
Skinny bells with the locks on it
Soft top with the top on it
Master piece with the rocks on it
Big broom with a mop on it
Extendo clip, put a Glock on it (graow)
Hotbox, got the cops on me
Good dope, put a sock on it (dope)
Try the gang, get popped on it

[Hook: Quavo]
I can not fuck up the reup, coco, ski up
Yeah, I got high paid shooters (high paid)
I’m tellin’ them niggas to D up (D up)
Drop off, hardball
Grandpa got a sawed-off (grandpa)
Can’t no work be stepped on (nah)
None of my niggas gon’ fall off
Jumpin’ out the trees with the ski’s (with them ski’s yeah)
Pull up on the plug with the fees (with them fees yeah)
Make her pop a perky on her knees (on her knees yeah)
I hook-shot that pot like Kareem (hook-shot)

D Up – Juelz Santana feat. Migos lyrics

Lyrics Juelz Santana – D Up

You know what I’m saying
Rich nigga shit
It’s the only way to go
Woo!
Hey!(d up)

Foreign (foreign), Bugatti’s (yea)
Dirty pistol havin’ bodies (brrt)
Don’t know what it cost I just buy it (how much?)
She a whole ‘nother b*tch on the molly (woo)
Havin’ them racks, I been havin’ them racks (racks)
Young nigga playin’ monopoly (monopoly)
The devil keep tryna jump all on my back
But I’m the man, ain’t stoppin’ me (nah)
f*ckin’ that b*tch, she got too attached
She won’t get a call or text from me (brr)
These niggas takin’ my recipe (recipe)
Money on the right and the left of me (racks)
Gossippin’ just like a b*tch my nigga (gossip)
I’m in the trap cookin’ fish my nigga (trap)
You poppin’ so f*ck it let’s hit my nigga (hit)
Surrounded by dawgs, they pits my nigga (errr)
I’m stayin’ away from the lames and thotties, I’m bout to get me a profit (profit)
I’m swervin’ the lanes, my engines is ‘Rari, 48 a ‘Rari
Excuse me pardon, colorful diamonds like I been playin’ sorry (sorry)
Look at my b*tch she a barbie (barbie) versuri-lyrics.info
Double cup sippin’ on bar (mud, drank, drank)
Gotta survive, the coolant it come with the TEC (brrt)
Run up your check, then you go buy a Patek (run up a check, hey)
Watery diamond, drippin’ splash, wet (drip, splash, splash)
We got them choppers on deck when we boardin’ them jets (aye).

I can not f*ck up the reup, coco, ski up
Yeah, I got high paid shooters (high paid)
I’m tellin’ them niggas to D up (D up)
Drop off, hardball
Grandpa got a sawed-off (grandpa)
Can’t no work be stepped on (nah)
None of my niggas gon’ fall off
Jumpin’ out the trees with the ski’s (with them ski’s yeah)
Pull up on the plug with the fees (with them fees yeah)
Make her pop a perky on her knees (on her knees yeah)
I hook-shot that pot like Kareem (hook-shot).

Championship on my ring
I make my b*tches trap out of Céline
I put that ice in my watch, Mr. Freeze
And I’m takin’ the P’s just to go to Belize
I need that big gun, I’m talkin’ machine
These pussy niggas just blowin’ out steam
I get it lit 500 degrees
Chopper hit everything, bada boom bada bing
Beat the pot with the stamina (beat it)
f*cking your b*tches on cameras (smash)
I got a bag of that Pamela
Put it right in the trunk of my tarantula
That’s a spider for you dumb f*cks
Money comin’ by the dump trucks
Bodies lay by the dumpsters
It’s real mobsters amongst us
Knots, trap out the bando it’s hot
f*ck it invade the spot (spot)
Wrist watch, I put the wrist in the pot (pot)
I had to seize the lot
Tick tock, b*tch still on the clock now go get that money for daddy
Whip rocks, soon as my work hit the block fiends line up for the package
I need that money, give me the loot
Play with my money, how silly is you?
I go to the dealer, I pick and I choose
I look like Mister T with all my jewels
If you try take it, I pity the fool
I take your honey, you Winnie the Pooh
My niggas got sticks that’s bigger than you
Can’t swim with the sharks, then stay in the pool.

I can not f*ck up the reup, coco, ski up
Yeah, I got high paid shooters (high paid)
I’m tellin’ them niggas to D up (D up)
Drop off, hardball
Grandpa got a sawed-off (grandpa)
Can’t no work be stepped on (nah)
None of my niggas gon’ fall off
Jumpin’ out the trees with the ski’s (with them ski’s yeah)
Pull up on the plug with the fees (with them fees yeah)
Make her pop a perky on her knees (on her knees yeah)
I hook-shot that pot like Kareem (hook-shot).

I was hanging with the dealers then
Still hanging with the dealers now
They know I just signed a deal, so they ask how I’m feelin’ now
I still run around and them phone calls
Pull up, pull the ceiling down (Skrt skrt)
I bought the crib in Miami though, had to drop a quarter million now
So, what really talkin’ ’bout and New York bring Porsches out
I be thinkin’ the days, that I was stuck in trail ’til the judge had to toss out it
Summertime bring Forces out
No socks, with the powder in ’em
Got my jewels on and my tank-top, big blunts with the loud up in ’em
Skinny bells with the locks on it
Soft top with the top on it
Master piece with the rocks on it
Big broom with a mop on it
Extendo clip, put a Glock on it (graow)
Hotbox, got the cops on me
Good dope, put a sock on it (dope)
Try the gang, get popped on it.

I can not f*ck up the reup, coco, ski up
Yeah, I got high paid shooters (high paid)
I’m tellin’ them niggas to D up (D up)
Drop off, hardball
Grandpa got a sawed-off (grandpa)
Can’t no work be stepped on (nah)
None of my niggas gon’ fall off
Jumpin’ out the trees with the ski’s (with them ski’s yeah)
Pull up on the plug with the fees (with them fees yeah)
Make her pop a perky on her knees (on her knees yeah)
I hook-shot that pot like Kareem (hook-shottt).
Juelz Santana lyrics
Video up

Young Dolph – Yeezy

[Verse 1]
I picked lil’ momma up and put some weed in the air
Now I’m smashin’ from the back and pull her weave out her hairr
I had her on the bed from the couch to the trap
Then I had to tell her ‘bye, bitch I got dope to go sell’
Bitches love me but they know I’m a player
Every day I take chances and say my prayers
I never had a advance check over here
These rocks on me, nigga ice water clear
She too thick I told lil’ momma to come over here
She so thick she make a thong disappear
I put karats on my wrist, naked ears
The way she suck it I said ‘girl, you can’t be serious’
She the best at it, she a sex addict
MAC-11’s, AK’s and TEC’s in the addict
I got bad habits that’s what got me livin’ lavish
So I can’t complain uh bitch you know my name

[Hook]
All she wanna do is ride with a nigga
Pour my drank up and get high with nigga
She say she gon’ ride or die with a nigga
I put ice on her and let her shine with a nigga
I pulled up on my old hoe flexin’ with my new bitch
I pulled up on my old hoe flexin’ with my new bitch
I pulled up on my old hoe flexin’ with my new bitch
I pulled up on my old hoe flexin’ with my new bitch

[Verse 2]
Pulled up on my old hoe flexin’ with my new boo
Dues, dues in the club in my Gucci boot
Gettin’ a back massage while I’m eatin’ fruit
I just had a menage with my favourite two
I pull these rappers cards for fun, that’s what I do
I’m in a mansion with my son playin’ peek-a-boo
Boy you don’t take care of your kids so how I real is you
But you out here payin’ these hoes, boy you pitiful
My old bitch jealous on my new thang
I just did a show and went bought a new chain
I just threw your advance up at Blue Flame
She a bitch but she lonely cause you too lame

[Hook]
All she wanna do is ride with a nigga
Pour my drank up and get high with nigga
She say she gon’ ride or die with a nigga
I put ice on her and let her shine with a nigga
I pulled up on my old hoe flexin’ with my new bitch
I pulled up on my old hoe flexin’ with my new bitch
I pulled up on my old hoe flexin’ with my new bitch
I pulled up on my old hoe flexin’ with my new bitch

Famous Dex – God Damn (feat. Rich The Kid)

[Hook: Rich The Kid]
Lotta motherfuckas hatin’
Ballin’ mama said she proud of me
Whole gang gon’ ride for me
Walkin’ ’round with a knot
Can’t trust your bitch she a thot
Spend a whole lot on a watch
Flexin’ hard now they want me to stop
She in the coupe with no panties, god damn
I’m flexin’, I’m flexin’
She in the coupe with no panties, god damn
I’m flexin’, I’m flexin’

[Verse 1: Rich The Kid]
In the coupe with a model bitch and I’m fuckin’ her cause she foreign
Rollie diamonds keep dancin’ on me, still havin’ Act so we pourin’
Money on me, fuck a bitch in my yeezys
Young nigga had to get it believe me
Diamonds on me, that’s a whole lotta water
Rich forever, buy the masi’ I flex
Hold up
That lil money that you got, it ain’t nothin’
Broke rappers, where ya chain come from?
Bitch I done made at the mall
No (?), but a young nigga flex
Old rapper with a rusty necklace
Pinky ring on water, the faucet
You was winnin’, had the sauce, but you lost it
Now I’m winnin’ and I’m flexin’, they salty

[Hook: Rich The Kid]
Lotta motherfuckas hatin’
Ballin’ mama said she proud of me
Whole gang gon’ ride for me
Walkin’ ’round with a knot
Can’t trust your bitch she a thot
Spend a whole lot on a watch
Flexin’ hard now they want me to stop
She in the coupe with no panties, god damn
I’m flexin’, I’m flexin’
She in the coupe with no panties, god damn
I’m flexin’, I’m flexin’

[Verse 2: Famous Dex]
She in the coupe with no panties
Whoa, god damn, wait
Lil mama Spanish, suckin’ that dick with no hands
I’m ballin’ like randy
I’m in the coupe with no licences
Whoa, fuck 12
Lil bro put down the smell
If they try to stop us, get out and bail, what
Last year I was broke
This year I get the money
Diamonds on me, yeah they sunny
5 bitches and they bunnies
Look ma, I got me a check
Look ma, I know how to flex
You run up on me, get the TEC
Look at diamonds, yeah they wet

[Hook: Rich The Kid]
Lotta motherfuckas hatin’
Ballin’ mama said she proud of me
Whole gang gon’ ride for me
Walkin’ ’round with a knot
Can’t trust your bitch she a thot
Spend a whole lot on a watch
Flexin’ hard now they want me to stop
She in the coupe with no panties, god damn
I’m flexin’, I’m flexin’
She in the coupe with no panties, god damn
I’m flexin’, I’m flexin’

God damn – Famous Dex lyrics

Lyrics Famous Dex – God damn

Lotta motherf*ckas hatin’
Ballin’ mama said she proud of me
Whole gang gon’ ride for me
Walkin’ ’round with a knot
Can’t trust your b*tch she a thot
Spend a whole lot on a watch
Flexin’ hard now they want me to stop
She in the coupe with no panties, god damn
I’m flexin’, I’m flexin’
She in the coupe with no panties, god damn
I’m flexin’, I’m flexin’.

In the coupe with a model b*tch and I’m f*ckin’ her cause she foreign
Rollie diamonds keep dancin’ on me, still havin’ Act so we pourin’
Money on me, f*ck a b*tch in my yeezys
Young nigga had to get it believe me
Diamonds on me, that’s a whole lotta water
Rich forever, buy the masi’ I flex
Hold up
That lil money that you got, it ain’t nothin’
Broke rappers, where ya chain come from?
b*tch I done made at the mall
No .., but a young nigga flex
Old rapper with a rusty necklace
Pinky ring on water, the faucet
You was winnin’, had the sauce, but you lost it
Now I’m winnin’ and I’m flexin’, they salty.

Lotta motherf*ckas hatin’
Ballin’ mama said she proud of me
Whole gang gon’ ride for me
Walkin’ ’round with a knot
Can’t trust your b*tch she a thot
Spend a whole lot on a watch
Flexin’ hard now they want me to stop
She in the coupe with no panties, god damn
I’m flexin’, I’m flexin’
She in the coupe with no panties, god damn
I’m flexin’, I’m flexin’.

She in the coupe with no panties
Whoa, god damn, wait
Lil mama Spanish, suckin’ that d*ck with no hands
I’m ballin’ like randy
I’m in the coupe with no licences
Whoa, f*ck 12 versuri-lyrics.info
Lil bro put down the smell
If they try to stop us, get out and bail, what
Last year I was broke
This year I get the money
Diamonds on me, yeah they sunny
5 b*tches and they bunnies
Look ma, I got me a check
Look ma, I know how to flex
You run up on me, get the TEC
Look at diamonds, yeah they wet.

Lotta motherf*ckas hatin’
Ballin’ mama said she proud of me
Whole gang gon’ ride for me
Walkin’ ’round with a knot
Can’t trust your b*tch she a thot
Spend a whole lot on a watch
Flexin’ hard now they want me to stop
She in the coupe with no panties, god damn
I’m flexin’, I’m flexin’
She in the coupe with no panties, god damn
I’m flexin’, I’m flexinnn’.
Famous Dex lyrics
Video damn

Young Dolph – Yeezy (Gelato Album)

[Verse 1]
I picked lil’ momma up and put some weed in the air
Now I’m smashin’ from the back and pull her weave out her hair
I had her on the bed from the couch to the trap
Then I had to tell her ‘bye, bitch I got dope to go sell’
Bitches love me but they know I’m a player
Every day I take chances and say my prayers
I never had a advance check over here
These rocks on me, nigga ice water clear
She too thick I told lil’ momma to come over here
She so thick she make a thong disappear
I put karats on my wrist, naked ears
The way she suck it I said ‘girl, you can’t be serious’
She the best at it, she a sex addict
MAC-11’s, AK’s and TEC’s in the addict
I got bad habits that’s what got me livin’ lavish
So I can’t complain uh bitch you know my name

[Hook]
All she wanna do is ride with a nigga
Pour my drank up and get high with nigga
She say she gon’ ride or die with a nigga
I put ice on her and let her shine with a nigga
I pulled up on my old hoe flexin’ with my new bitch
I pulled up on my old hoe flexin’ with my new bitch
I pulled up on my old hoe flexin’ with my new bitch
I pulled up on my old hoe flexin’ with my new bitch

[Verse 2]
Pulled up on my old hoe flexin’ with my new boo
Dues, dues in the club in my Gucci boot
Gettin’ a back massage while I’m eatin’ fruit
I just had a menage with my favourite two
I pull these rappers cards for fun, that’s what I do
I’m in a mansion with my son playin’ peek-a-boo
Boy you don’t take care of your kids so how I real is you
But you out here payin’ these hoes, boy you pitiful
My old bitch jealous on my new thang
I just did a show and went bought a new chain
I just threw your advance up at Blue Flame
She a bitch but she lonely cause you too lame

[Hook]
All she wanna do is ride with a nigga
Pour my drank up and get high with nigga
She say she gon’ ride or die with a nigga
I put ice on her and let her shine with a nigga
I pulled up on my old hoe flexin’ with my new bitch
I pulled up on my old hoe flexin’ with my new bitch
I pulled up on my old hoe flexin’ with my new bitch
I pulled up on my old hoe flexin’ with my new bitch

PnB Rock – IDK (feat. A Boogie Wit Da Hoodie)

[Hook: PnB Rock]
Like why you so fly? (I don’t know)
Like why you so high? (I don’t know)
Like why them niggas staring at you so hard every time you ride by? (I don’t know)
Like why you so thurl? (I don’t know)
Why you fuck that nigga’s girl? (I don’t know)
Why you smoke all that dope, why you kill all them shows
Everybody wanna know, everybody wanna know
How you do that (I don’t know)
How you do that (I don’t know)
How you do that (I don’t know)
How you do that (I don’t know)
How you do that (I don’t know)
Like how you do that (I don’t know)
How you do that (I don’t know)
Ooh tell me how you do that shit (I don’t know)
They wanna know how I do that shit

[Verse 1: A Boogie Wit Da Hoodie]
I heard a couple niggas tryna line me
It ain’t hard to find me
I got a couple killers right behind me
And if they catch a body, I swear I won’t tell nobody
I got Balmain on my body, diamonds dancing on my body
[?] cooler than your jeweler, Elliot Avianne
She wanna fuck while my song play
I wanna know why they salty
I had to get it the hard way
Yeah nigga that’s what they all say
I had to give up on college
I would’ve been trapping in hallways
I’m ballin’, you know you can’t stop it
Crossover, get ’em off me
I ain’t got time for this shit, I’m a monster at this, nigga I grind for this shit
I can’t just sleep with a bitch, you gotta watch who you hit, first get the drop on a bitch
Louis Vuitton on my hip, forty-five on my hip
PnB Rock with me nigga, you know we be fly as a bitch

[Hook: PnB Rock]
Like why you so fly? (I don’t know)
Like why you so high? (I don’t know)
Like why them niggas staring at you so hard every time you ride by? (I don’t know)
Like why you so thurl? (I don’t know)
Why you fuck that nigga’s girl? (I don’t know)
Why you smoke all that dope, why you kill all them shows
Everybody wanna know, everybody wanna know
How you do that (I don’t know)
How you do that (I don’t know)
How you do that (I don’t know)
How you do that (I don’t know)
How you do that (I don’t know)
Like how you do that (I don’t know)
How you do that (I don’t know)
Ooh tell me how you do that shit (I don’t know)
They wanna know how I do that shit

[Verse 2: PnB Rock]
Everybody wanna know now, everybody wanna know how
How a young nigga came up, I’m supposed to be broke now
Coming through looking like I hit a lick
Dare you to try me cause I got that stick
Killing these haters, I’m making them sick
I just bought some new Chanel for my bitch
Bands all in my pockets
I’m taking off like a rocket
I’m the plug, no socket
I need all my profits
I need all my checks
Bitches on me cause they know I’m next
She just sent a naked picture through the text
I don’t want the pussy, I just want the neck
All I know is flex, diamonds on my neck
I’m the fuckin’ best, nigga what’s the bet?
I just copped a new laser for this TEC
Treat you like a bitch, pussy you get wet
Cause I ain’t got time to be playin’ with y’all
You from where I’m from then you know that it’s hard
I swear I told y’all that I’m not a star
It’s still fuck the law and free all of my dogs

[Hook: PnB Rock]
Like why you so fly? (I don’t know)
Like why you so high? (I don’t know)
Like why them niggas staring at you so hard every time you ride by? (I don’t know)
Like why you so thurl? (I don’t know)
Why you fuck that nigga’s girl? (I don’t know)
Why you smoke all that dope, why you kill all them shows
Everybody wanna know, everybody wanna know
How you do that (I don’t know)
How you do that (I don’t know)
How you do that (I don’t know)
How you do that (I don’t know)
How you do that (I don’t know)
Like how you do that (I don’t know)
How you do that (I don’t know)
Ooh tell me how you do that shit (I don’t know)
They wanna know how I do that shit

A Boogie Wit Da Hoodie & Pnb Rock – IDK (I Don’t Know)

[Hook: PnB Rock]
Like why you so fly? (I don’t know)
Like why you so high? (I don’t know)
Like why them niggas staring at you so hard every time you ride by? (I don’t know)
Like why you so thurl? (I don’t know)
Why you fuck that nigga’s girl? (I don’t know)
Why you smoke all that dope, why you kill all them shows
Everybody wanna know, everybody wanna know
How you do that (I don’t know)
How you do that (I don’t know)
How you do that (I don’t know)
How you do that (I don’t know)
How you do that (I don’t know)
Like how you do that (I don’t know)
How you do that (I don’t know)
Ooh tell me how you do that shit (I don’t know)
They wanna know how I do that shit

[Verse 1: A Boogie Wit Da Hoodie]
I heard a couple niggas tryna line me
It ain’t hard to find me
I got a couple killers right behind me
And if they catch a body, I swear I won’t tell nobody
I got Balmain on my body, diamonds dancing on my body
[?] cooler than your jeweler, Elliot Avianne
She wanna fuck while my song play
I wanna know why they salty
I had to get it the hard way
Yeah nigga that’s what they all say
I had to give up on college
I would’ve been trapping in hallways
I’m ballin’, you know you can’t stop it
Crossover, get ’em off me
I ain’t got time for this shit, I’m a monster at this, nigga I grind for this shit
I can’t just sleep with a bitch, you gotta watch who you hit, first get the drop on a bitch
Louis Vuitton on my hip, forty-five on my hip
PnB Rock with me nigga, you know we be fly as a bitch

[Hook: PnB Rock]
Like why you so fly? (I don’t know)
Like why you so high? (I don’t know)
Like why them niggas staring at you so hard every time you ride by? (I don’t know)
Like why you so thurl? (I don’t know)
Why you fuck that nigga’s girl? (I don’t know)
Why you smoke all that dope, why you kill all them shows
Everybody wanna know, everybody wanna know
How you do that (I don’t know)
How you do that (I don’t know)
How you do that (I don’t know)
How you do that (I don’t know)
How you do that (I don’t know)
Like how you do that (I don’t know)
How you do that (I don’t know)
Ooh tell me how you do that shit (I don’t know)
They wanna know how I do that shit

[Verse 2: PnB Rock]
Everybody wanna know now, everybody wanna know how
How a young nigga came up, I’m supposed to be broke now
Coming through looking like I hit a lick
Dare you to try me cause I got that stick
Killing these haters, I’m making them sick
I just bought some new Chanel for my bitch
Bands all in my pockets
I’m taking off like a rocket
I’m the plug, no socket
I need all my profits
I need all my checks
Bitches on me cause they know I’m next
She just sent a naked picture through the text
I don’t want the pussy, I just want the neck
All I know is flex, diamonds on my neck
I’m the fuckin’ best, nigga what’s the bet?
I just copped a new laser for this TEC
Treat you like a bitch, pussy you get wet
Cause I ain’t got time to be playin’ with y’all
You from where I’m from then you know that it’s hard
I swear I told y’all that I’m not a star
It’s still fuck the law and free all of my dogs

[Hook: PnB Rock]
Like why you so fly? (I don’t know)
Like why you so high? (I don’t know)
Like why them niggas staring at you so hard every time you ride by? (I don’t know)
Like why you so thurl? (I don’t know)
Why you fuck that nigga’s girl? (I don’t know)
Why you smoke all that dope, why you kill all them shows
Everybody wanna know, everybody wanna know
How you do that (I don’t know)
How you do that (I don’t know)
How you do that (I don’t know)
How you do that (I don’t know)
How you do that (I don’t know)
Like how you do that (I don’t know)
How you do that (I don’t know)
Ooh tell me how you do that shit (I don’t know)
They wanna know how I do that shit

Famous Dex – God Damn feat. Rich The Kid (Different Mixtape)

[Hook: Rich The Kid]
Lotta motherfuckas hatin’
Ballin’ mama said she brought up
Whole gang gon’ ride for me
Walkin’ ’round with a 9
Can’t trust your bitch she a thot
Spend a whole lot on a watch
Flexin’ hard now they want me to stop
She in the coupe with no panties, god damn
I’m flexin’, I’m flexin’
She in the coupe with no panties, god damn
I’m flexin’, I’m flexin’

[Verse 1: Rich The Kid]
In the coupe with a model bitch and I’m fuckin’ her cause she foreign
Rollie diamonds keep dancin’ on me, still havin’ Act so we pourin’
Money on me, fuck a bitch, I’mma eat
Young nigga had to get it believe me
Diamonds on me, that’s a whole lotta water
Rich forever, buy the mase’ I flex
Hol up
That lil money that you got, it ain’t nothin’
Broke rappers, where ya chain come from?
Bitch I done made at the mall
No (?), but a young nigga flex
Old rapper with a rusty necklace
Pinky ring on water, the faucet
You was winnin’, had to stop, now you lost it
Now I’m winnin’ and I’m flexin’, they salty

[Hook: Rich The Kid]
Lotta motherfuckas hatin’
Ballin’ mama said she brought up
Whole gang gon’ ride for me
Walkin’ ’round with a 9
Can’t trust your bitch she a thot
Spend a whole lot on a watch
Flexin’ hard now they want me to stop
She in the coupe with no panties, god damn
I’m flexin’, I’m flexin’
She in the coupe with no panties, god damn
I’m flexin’, I’m flexin’

[Verse 2: Famous Dex]
She in the coupe with no panties
Whoa, god damn, wait
Lil mama Spanish, suckin’ that dick with no hand
I’m ballin’ like randy
I’m in the coupe with no licences
Whoa, fuck 12
Lil bro put down the smell
If they try to stop us, get out and bail, what
Last year I was broke
This year I get the money
Diamonds on me, yeah they sunny
5 bitches and they bunnies
Look ma, I got me a check
Look ma, I know how to flex
You run up on me, get the TEC
Look at diamonds, yeah they wet

[Hook: Rich The Kid]
Lotta motherfuckas hatin’
Ballin’ mama said she brought up
Whole gang gon’ ride for me
Walkin’ ’round with a 9
Can’t trust your bitch she a thot
Spend a whole lot on a watch
Flexin’ hard now they want me to stop
She in the coupe with no panties, god damn
I’m flexin’, I’m flexin’
She in the coupe with no panties, god damn
I’m flexin’, I’m flexin’

Famous Dex – God Damn Lyrics

[Hook: Rich The Kid]
Lotta motherfuckas hatin’
Ballin’ mama said she brought up
Whole gang gon’ ride for me
Walkin’ ’round with a 9
Can’t trust your bitch she a thot
Spend a whole lot on a watch
Flexin’ hard now they want me to stop
She in the coupe with no panties, god damn
I’m flexin’, I’m flexin’
She in the coupe with no panties, god damn
I’m flexin’, I’m flexin’

[Verse 1: Rich The Kid]
In the coupe with a model bitch and I’m fuckin’ her cause she foreign
Rollie diamonds keep dancin’ on me, still havin’ Act so we pourin’
Money on me, fuck a bitch, I’mma eat
Young nigga had to get it believe me
Diamonds on me, that’s a whole lotta water
Rich forever, buy the mase’ I flex
Hol up
That lil money that you got, it ain’t nothin’
Broke rappers, where ya chain come from?
Bitch I done made at the mall
No (?), but a young nigga flex
Old rapper with a rusty necklace
Pinky ring on water, the faucet
You was winnin’, had to stop, now you lost it
Now I’m winnin’ and I’m flexin’, they salty
[Hook: Rich The Kid]
Lotta motherfuckas hatin’
Ballin’ mama said she brought up
Whole gang gon’ ride for me
Walkin’ ’round with a 9
Can’t trust your bitch she a thot
Spend a whole lot on a watch
Flexin’ hard now they want me to stop
She in the coupe with no panties, god damn
I’m flexin’, I’m flexin’
She in the coupe with no panties, god damn
I’m flexin’, I’m flexin’

[Verse 2: Famous Dex]
She in the coupe with no panties
Whoa, god damn, wait
Lil mama Spanish, suckin’ that dick with no hand
I’m ballin’ like randy
I’m in the coupe with no licences
Whoa, fuck 12
Lil bro put down the smell
If they try to stop us, get out and bail, what
Last year I was broke
This year I get the money
Diamonds on me, yeah they sunny
5 bitches and they bunnies
Look ma, I got me a check
Look ma, I know how to flex
You run up on me, get the TEC
Look at diamonds, yeah they wet

[Hook: Rich The Kid]
Lotta motherfuckas hatin’
Ballin’ mama said she brought up
Whole gang gon’ ride for me
Walkin’ ’round with a 9
Can’t trust your bitch she a thot
Spend a whole lot on a watch
Flexin’ hard now they want me to stop
She in the coupe with no panties, god damn
I’m flexin’, I’m flexin’
She in the coupe with no panties, god damn
I’m flexin’, I’m flexin’

Soulja Boy – Draco

[Verse 1 : Soulja Boy]
Me and Dex, fucking up a check
God damn all these broke ass niggas can’t stand a nigga neck
Fuck on your bitch, she givin’ me neck
I’m grippin’ on the Draco
I’m grippin’ on the TEC
Shot a pussy nigga all in his neck
Nigga I’m making it rain, you know that she wet
Smokin’ July, know I’m high in the space
Calling up my lawyer he beat me the case
150 bricks in the Goyard
Hopped in the whip with Givenchy sittin’ on my shoe lace
Fuck on the dope and I’m takin’ your bitch out the denim
Hit the private jet, me and Kylie Jenner
Draco extended clip and the sprinter
75 000 diamonds they winter

[Hook: Soulja Boy]
Draco, Draco
Don’t make me spray with the Draco
Shooters they pillow, they shoot when I say so
Call up lil’ Soulja, I ball like Diego
Draco (x23)
[Verse 2: Famous Dex]
I never leave without the Draco
My shooters do what I say so
I hit a stain when I lay low
Can’t fuck that bitch, swear on God she a fake hoe
Swear to God boom with that Draco
You run up on me swear to God got my Draco
Ballin’ run right to the pesos
Yeah I’m so clean, yeah
Can’t fuck these bitches, just scream
Ballin’ so hard with no ring, just look at my rings
Look at the diamonds, yeah, all of them shining
Diamonds they dance in the dark
Used to serve right at the park, I trap at the park
Young nigga starved, used to have food and I starved
Bend down that old then I lurk ’round the dark
Move like I catch you then young nigga bark
(Wait)
Draco, Draco
Boy don’t let me call Uno
You know, you know
He’ll shoot your ass down with the Draco, yeah!

[Hook: Soulja Boy]
Draco, Draco
Don’t make me spray with the Draco
Shooters they pillow, they shoot when I say so
Call up lil’ Soulja, I ball like Diego
Draco (x23)

Soulja Boy – I Put Your Girl On A Molly

[Intro]
(Beats)
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Aye, yeah, Soulja, yeah, yeah
We gon’ do it like this right here man, yeah
Aye, yah, Soulja, grr

[Hook: Famous Dex + Soulja Boy]
I put your girl on a molly, I put your girl on some molly
I put your girl on some molly, I put your girl on some money
Walk up in the club now we turnt up at Follies
Pour a four of lean, dropping some Jolly’s
I got no bricks, I serve ’em through the college
I put your girl on a molly
I put your girl on a molly, I put your girl on some molly
I put your girl on some molly, I put your girl on some money
Walk up in the club now we turnt up at Follies
Pour a four of lean, dropping some Jolly’s
I got no bricks, I serve ’em through the college
I put your girl on some molly
[Verse 1: Soulja Boy]
I got the bricks and the baking soda
I came up from trapping and capping, nigga place your order
Called up my shooter then pulled up and spraying that heat
I put her on molly, Giuseppe my feet
Which one you niggas want beef with me?
Mini Draco on me, Soulja pull up, spray the heat
Slide through the hood, you know that we deep
Call up the plug, I’m serving them keys
Yellow diamond, red rocks
And I’m full off 100 bands, jugged a nigga last week
I’m rocking Giuseppe ain’t no L I G
Mini Mac-11, spray no limit, Master P
Which one these niggas think of robbing me?
Mini Draco up on me, pulling up, we spray the heat
I came up from zone 1, I’m posted with some savages
Standing in zone 3, we service some key

[Hook: Famous Dex + Soulja Boy]
I put your girl on a molly, I put your girl on some molly
I put your girl on some molly, I put your girl on some money
Walk up in the club now we turnt up at Follies
Pour a four of lean, dropping some Jolly’s
I got no bricks, I serve ’em through the college
I put your girl on a molly
I put your girl on a molly, I put your girl on some molly
I put your girl on some molly, I put your girl on some money
Walk up in the club now we turnt up at Follies
Pour a four of lean, dropping some Jolly’s
I got no bricks, I serve ’em through the college
I put your girl on some molly

[Verse 2: Famous Dex]
I put your girl on a molly
I’m geeking yeah right here in the party
Big balling, yeah that’s my hobby
Fuck your lil bitch, say “I’m sorry, don’t tell nobody”
Wait I put your girl on some lean
Hold up, I’ll put your girl magazine
This lil bitch, she want a ring
But she can’t get a thing
25k on my neck
Wait, yeah I die for respect
You run up on me, get the TEC
Draco leave a nigga wet, away
But I turn up in the party
Margielas on, these ain’t no Marleys
I flicked the lil bitch some mollys
Braided my hair like my name is Matt Hardy, yeah

[Hook: Famous Dex + Soulja Boy]
I put your girl on a molly, I put your girl on some molly
I put your girl on some molly, I put your girl on some money
Walk up in the club now we turnt up at Follies
Pour a four of lean, dropping some Jolly’s
I got no bricks, I serve ’em through the college
I put your girl on a molly
I put your girl on a molly, I put your girl on some molly
I put your girl on some molly, I put your girl on some money
Walk up in the club now we turnt up at Follies
Pour a four of lean, dropping some Jolly’s
I got no bricks, I serve ’em through the college
I put your girl on some molly

Soulja Boy – Draco Lyrics

[Verse 1 : Soulja Boy]
Me and Dex, fucking ran up a check
Goddamn molly bro can’t nigga
Stand an other nigga neck
Fuck on your bitch
She give me naked
I grabbing on a draco
I grabbing on a TEC
Shot a pussy nigga
All in his neck
Nigga making a rain
You know they she wet
Smoke on [?] i’m high in the space
Calling my lawyer he being in the case
150 bricks in the Goyard
I just whooped’ in Givenchy
[?]
Hit a private with me and Kylie Jenner
Draco is still in clip in this sprained?
75 000 that was I win
Draco , Draco
Don’t let me spray
With the draco
Shoot these [?]
And I say so
Calling lil soda
I’m balling Diego

[Hook]
Draco (x23)
[Verse 2 : Famous Dex]
I love , I live with the Draco
Much I do I say so
I had to stay when I lay low
Can fuck a bitch
When a [?] a fako?
Swear to god
Boom with that Draco
You ran up a bitch
When you got my Draco
Ballin’ run around
Then I pay so
Yeah I’m so clean , yeah
Can fuck a bitch
She just cream
Ballin’ so hard in a ring
They look up my rings , yeah
Looking the diamonds , yeah
All I’m shining , yeah
[?] in a door
You so ride at the park
I shoot at the park , yeah
Young nigga stole
So you a full of a scurf
[?] that dark
Mulla can count young nigga bark
(Wait)
Draco , Draco
Ballin’ don’t let me call uno
You know , You know
He shoot you ass down
With the Draco , Yeah !

[Soulja Boy]
Draco , Draco
Don’t let me spray
With the draco
Shoot these [?]
And i say so
Calling lil soda
I’m balling Diego

[Hook]
Draco (x23)

Soulja Boy – Draco (feat. Famous Dex) letras

[Verse 1 : Soulja Boy]
Me and Dex, fucking ran up a check
Goddamn molly bro can’t nigga
Stand an other nigga neck
Fuck on your bitch
She give me naked
I grabbing on a draco
I grabbing on a TEC
Shot a pussy nigga
All in his neck
Nigga making a rain
You know they she wet
Smoke on [?] i’m high in the space
Calling my lawyer he being in the case
150 bricks in the Goyard
I just whooped’ in Givenchy
[?]
Hit a private with me and Kylie Jenner
Draco is still in clip in this sprained?
75 000 that was I win
Draco , Draco
Don’t let me spray
With the draco
Shoot these [?]
And I say so
Calling lil soda
I’m balling Diego

[Hook]
Draco (x23)
[Verse 2 : Famous Dex]
I love , I live with the Draco
Much I do I say so
I had to stay when I lay low
Can fuck a bitch
When a [?] a fako?
Swear to god
Boom with that Draco
You ran up a bitch
When you got my Draco
Ballin’ run around
Then I pay so
Yeah I’m so clean , yeah
Can fuck a bitch
She just cream
Ballin’ so hard in a ring
They look up my rings , yeah
Looking the diamonds , yeah
All I’m shining , yeah
[?] in a door
You so ride at the park
I shoot at the park , yeah
Young nigga stole
So you a full of a scurf
[?] that dark
Mulla can count young nigga bark
(Wait)
Draco , Draco
Ballin’ don’t let me call uno
You know , You know
He shoot you ass down
With the Draco , Yeah !

[Soulja Boy]
Draco , Draco
Don’t let me spray
With the draco
Shoot these [?]
And i say so
Calling lil soda
I’m balling Diego

[Hook]
Draco (x23)