Tag: LA

[Chorus]
They hate it when you shine, yea
They don’t wanna see you grind, yea
All these girls wanna be mine, yea
But I ain’t got time, yea

Get money, get money oh
Get money, get money oh
Get money, get money oh
Get money, get money oh

[Verse 1]
High as the moon, fly as a kite
She want the pipe but she ain’t the type
I love these checks, the money’s my wife
Niggas be hatin, but that ain’t my life

I go ham on em, ham on em
They hate it when I stand on em, stand on em
They said I put that flame on em, flame on em
They sayin I done changed on em, changed on em

Nooo, same nigga same clique tho
Get brilla, fuck bitches, takin pics tho
I’m trappin out the bake they don’t get it tho
I see a real thick chica I’ma getta tho

They say I’m hella raw, well I’m from stanislaus
They put a roof over my city I’m bout to tear it off
I’m in that first class poppin bottles eatin toast
If you ain’t gone follow why you likin all my posts

[Chorus]
They hate it when you shine, yea
They don’t wanna see you grind, yea
All these girls wanna be mine, yea
But I ain’t got time, yea

Get money, get money oh
Get money, get money oh
Get money, get money oh
Get money, get money oh

[Verse 2]
Man I’m on that no sleep, eyes red hella gone
The models in my DM say I’m hella on, kill em all
I just wanna gold faced rollie wit some diamonds
Lately I been really in them streets like a sidewalk

If come to a color I be chasin green
I put numbers on the board they ain’t ever seen
Goldie said if you wanna shmack do the footwork
So I used my brain bullets showed em how that book work

At the age of thirteen I was sellin dope
At the age of fourteen I got my first note
At the age of twenty one I was sellin hope
Ray Charles I can’t see myself bein broke

I live like erryday my birthday
I really drink champagne when im thirstay
I flex on these hoes you can call it fitness
So fresh I put plug it in outta business

[Chorus]
They hate it when you shine, yea
They don’t wanna see you grind, yea
All these girls wanna be mine, yea
But I ain’t got time, yea

Get money, get money oh
Get money, get money oh
Get money, get money oh
Get money, get money oh

[Verse 3]
Sky is the limit, green light they can’t stop me
Errybody clones, everything I do they copy
Shoutout to my girl lay, I’m flyin out to LA
Celebrate at all times but we dont do holiday

What if we, what if we, shut up on the down play
Why you bein a negative Nancy no Holloway
I swear I dont know these hoes it must be a thursday
I’m dope spittin flames I treat beats like an ashtray

[Chorus]
They hate it when you shine, yea
They don’t wanna see you grind, yea
All these girls wanna be mine, yea
But I ain’t got time, yea

Get money, get money oh
Get money, get money oh
Get money, get money oh
Get money, get money oh

On the LA river
On the LA river
I know it’s familiar
But tell me why you wanna stay in New York
Why you wanna stay in New York
But you don’t know anyone
And you can’t find the right chord
On the LA river
On the LA river
Come on, come on, come on
On the LA river

[Verse 1]
What would you say if you could say
Everything you needed to
To the one, you needed to?
You flash like a setting sun
You come around, I come undone
Can’t find the sound under my tongue
When I look at you

[Chorus]
I lose my voice when I look at you
Can’t make a noise though I’m trying to
Tell you all the right words
Waiting on the right words
Just another lovesick afternoon
Black butterflies and déjà vu
Hoping for the right words
Waiting for the right words

[Verse 2]
Just yesterday north of LA
I couldn’t help but think of you
Every time I think of you
You crash like a rolling wave
You come around I lose my brain
Can’t find the sound under my tongue
When I look at you

[Chorus]
I lose my voice when I look at you
Can’t make a noise though I’m trying to
Tell you all the right words
Waiting on the right words
Just another lovesick afternoon
Black butterflies and déjà vu
Hoping for the right words
Waiting for the right words

[Bridge]
I’ve been searching for the right words
But I can’t even find an echo
Don’t you let go
There are only twenty
Six letters I can use
Just to tell you I won’t let go
Don’t you let go

[Chorus]
I lose my voice when I look at you
Can’t make a noise though I’m trying to
Tell you all the right words
Waiting on the right words
Just another lovesick afternoon
Black butterflies and déjà vu
Hoping for the right words
Waiting for the right words

[Chorus]
I lose my voice when I look at you
Can’t make a noise though I’m trying to
Tell you all the right words
Waiting on the right words
Just another lovesick afternoon
Black butterflies and déjà vu
Hoping for the right words
Waiting for the right words

[Chorus: Cousin Stizz]
Yeah, I put the drank in the headlock
Tryna cross me, boy you better not
Four until four, almost fell out
Doing they can’t, ’cause it’s deadlock
Four until four, almost fell out
Yeah, I put the drank in the headlock
Tryna cross me, boy you better not
Four until four, almost fell out

[Verse 1: Cousin Stizz]
Yeah, almost fell out
How did I know you would sell out?
I hit the block and I sellout
Plug in LA, put the mail out
Niggas be waitin’ for handouts
I roll the blunts size of dreadlocks
Most of my sneakers is dead-stock
I fuck the bitch ’til the bed rocks
I will not sell from the crib though
No service there like a dead spot
I don’t eat pig ’cause it smell cop
I been this way since the sandbox
And I must live what I cannot
Impossible? Why the hell not
I’m more lucky than shamrock
All my dogs cold, and the lead hot

[Chorus: Cousin Stizz]
I put the drank in the headlock
Tryna cross me, boy you better not
Four until four, almost fell out
Doing they can’t, ’cause it’s deadlock
Four until four, almost fell out
Yeah, I put the drank in the headlock
Tryna cross me, boy you better not
Four until four, almost fell out

[Verse 2: Offset]
Bad bitches walkin’ on some red bottoms
Countin’ up the racks, I be playin’ with ’em
Ice copped Patek, hundred thou’ on my arm
Got yo’ bitch on the run, yeah she callin’ me the gun
The Actavis, it got a nigga in a headlock
Flintstone diamonds, make these bitches bed rock
Hoppin’ in the coupe, drop top, robot
Everybody gotta stick, ain’t no Glocks
Just popped the perc, I ain’t fuckin’ with the xan
Yeah, shawty bad but lil’ mama a fan
I’m the engine that told you I can
Big bank take lil’ bank, the battle of bands
Heart of a lion, I ain’t sacred of these niggas
Hoppin’ in that lamb, switch gears on these niggas
Heat tryna kill, put a tear on a nigga
There he go nigga, pray for your nigga

[Chorus: Cousin Stizz]
I put the drank in the headlock
Tryna cross me, boy you better not
Four until four, almost fell out
Doing they can’t, ’cause it’s deadlock
Four until four, almost fell out
I put the drank in the headlock
Tryna cross me, boy you better not
Four until four, almost fell out

[Verse 3: Cousin Stizz]
These days I run it like Ricky, I’m Ross
What did it take? Turn yourself to a boss
I’m getting oral, B, you know I floss
Straight to the bread at all costs
Those diamonds ain’t real, boy, so knock it off
Hittin’ the 4 ’til I’m noddin’ off
Smokin’ the gas with the CBs and rastas
Just spent $100 on one plate of pasta
Green and the red I’m like Blanca
Play with the Tim Turner concha
Rollie in water like lobster
Me and three bitches in Benihana
I ain’t their daddy, they call me papa
Hundred bands come up of fifty dollars
Watch out for snakes like a Gucci collar

[Chorus: Cousin Stizz]
I put the drank in the headlock
Tryna cross me, boy you better not
Four until four, almost fell out
Doing they can’t, ’cause it’s deadlock
Four until four, almost fell out
I put the drank in the headlock
Tryna cross me, boy you better not
Four until four, almost fell out

[Outro: Cousin Stizz]
I put the drank in a headlock
I-I put the drank in a headlock

[Intro]
Yeah, yeah, yeah
One three one seven man
Man, man, yeah

[Verse 1]
Jump right back to the beats
20 somethin’ songs in a week
Checks comin in from the Clicks..
Mac, iPhone, PC
Clocked in middle of the night
2am going on 3
You wouldn’t understand my life
Wouldn’t understand, yeah
‘Bout to move to LA, ATL get too cold man
Middle man sittin’ in the way
Middle aged Quentin on the way
Nigga finna turn 28
Can’t be sittin’ in the same place
Can’t take a break no, no
Can’t take a break (whoa)
Back in the kitchen like Deen
Fuck these niggas like Dean
Legendary like Mike Dean
You ain’t seen the shit that I seen
I could never work at a desk
Nigga found a way to cheat death
Music only thing I got left, damn
Jump right back to the beats
20 somethin’ songs in a week
Checks comin in from the clicks
Mac, iPhone, PC
Mac, iPhone, P-(alright)

[Beat Switch]

[Verse 2]
(Yeah)
I made this beat and song yesterday
2017 we in a different age
Directly to my fans, ask the middle man
Yeah, XO’s for all my women friends
Respects owed to us we doing
What they said we can’t, man
Shout out Boi-1da he set the play up if it…
Wasn’t for him I’d still be minimum wage
Till this day
Big blessings, I’m seeing big blessings
Grind harder, stack, leave my kids blessings
Put some respect up on my name
Quentin million dollar Miller
Keep the change, peep the change, damn
Peep the change, yeah

[Hook]
I’ve been out the way tryna gain it all
Weed and Adderall, that’ll get me there
Hoping soon enough, I don’t do enough, I could do some more
I don’t even know what I’m shooting for but I’m shooting anyway

[Verse 1]
Handheld GPS, still everybody’s lost
We’re in the land of the free where everything costs
But everything is everything though
I’ve been holding onto too much, now it’s time to let everything go
Leave all these thoughts and the weed I blow
Probably swoop a little shawty from the east side though
LA trips in this SUV
4 niggas deep, still fit a few hoes
Berkley, Telegraph Ave be the fast life
But I’m Hollywood when I’m on Melrose
2 cellphones, still so disconnected
Social media disingenuous
It’s that shit that needs disinfecting
Sitting back, counting blessings
Don’t accept no for answers, ask questions
Fuck a suggestion, use intuition
When your heart speaks to you, you should listen
I’ve been minding my business
I’ve been building my business
I’ve seen niggas go from checking for FASFA checks
To signing checls for millions
Shoutout G, boy that’s 30 Ms
Get an indoor pool and I’ll slide and swim
You came a long way from that blue Corolla
You was sliding in, inspiration
It’s better when you lead by demonstration
Don’t compare me to anybody, that’s disrespectful
These niggas ancient

[Hook]
I’ve been out the way tryna gain it all
Weed and Adderall, that’ll get me there
Hoping soon enough, I don’t do enough, I could do some more
I don’t even know what I’m shooting for but I’m shooting anyway

[Chorus]
I got some money I’m a blow it all today
They say Michael don’t throw it all away
And my reply was there’s more on the way
When I said it I was walking in the rain

[Verse 1]
I did a show in Chicago on the first
Now I’m back in LA like Chicago and First
No sun but I’ll father this verse
That’s all I’m probably worth
And I’m from sunny CA to rain on all of this earth
Rainy terrain, receive the God sent messages
We know the answer, but dance around what the question is
What is it
It’s back to who’s on first
It’s my dog
It’s his tail
It’s the chase
It’s the search
It’s the ignorance that causes all the bliss in my surroundings
Cause dealing with reality’s like drawing out your boundaries
And I refuse to be referred as less than a creative so catch me when I’m live in town as I’ve been demonstrating
That I could find my greatness in the waking of my absence
And absolutely kill it when they’re dealing out these bad hands
A player plays what a player’s dealt
And carries baggage like conveyor belts
And never fucking saves his wealth

[Chorus]
I got some money I’m gonna blow it all today
They say Michael don’t throw it all away
And my reply is there’s more on the way
When I said it I was walking in the rain

[Verse 2]
I write to Alchemist cause others don’t inspire me
I got my people and they got my back entirely
I kill with Iriscience on the side of me
And by myself I lay em’ out and iron out the irony
What a long winding road it’s been
With no sign of slowing up around its turns and bends
How many have friends that ain’t foes within
Dirty laundry in the wash, but them clothes don’t spin
I mean really, I kill two birds with one bullet
The target’s when I line it up, the triggers when I pull it
Out the gate a bit late, but the champ is back
I need a third hand to wear my rings and hold plaques
I hit the track like the runners new
Hands high like a stickup Killer Michael running jewels
It’s true, the eyes slanted, my fam rock the planet
Don’t take fans for granted like the money is due

[Chorus]
I got some money I’m a blow it all today
They say Michael don’t throw it all away
And my reply was there’s more on the way
When I said it I was walking in the rain

I got some money I’m a blow it all today
They say Michael don’t throw it all away
And my reply was there’s more on the way
When I said it I was walking in the rain

Chorus:
“I got some money I’m a blow it all today
They say Michael don’t throw it all away
And my reply was there’s more on the way
When I said it I was walking in the rain

Verse 1 :
“I did a show in Chicago on the first
Now I’m back in LA like Chicago and First
No sun but I’ll father this verse
That’s all I’m probably worth
And I’m from sunny CA to rain on all of this earth
Rainy terrain, receive the God sent messages
We know the answer, but dance around what the question is
What is it
It’s back to who’s on first
It’s my dog
It’s his tail
It’s the chase
It’s the search
It’s the ignorance that causes all the bliss in my surroundings
Cause dealing with reality’s like drawing out your boundaries
And I refuse to be referred as less than a creative so catch me when I’m live in town as I’ve been demonstrating
That I could find my greatness in the waking of my absence
And absolutely kill it when they’re dealing out these bad hands
A player plays what a players dealt
And carries baggage like conveyor belts
And never fucking saves his wealth

Chorus :
“I got some money I’m gonna blow it all today
They say Michael don’t throw it all away
And my reply is there’s more on the way
When I said it I was walking in the rain

Verse 2:
“I write to alchemist cause others don’t inspire me I got my people and they got my back entirely
I kill with Iriscience on the side of me
And by myself I lay em’ out and iron out the irony
What a long winding road it’s been
With no sign of slowing up around it’s turns and bends
How many have friends that ain’t foes within
Dirty laundry in the wash, but them clothes don’t spin
I mean really, I kill two birds with one bullet
The target’s when I line it up
The triggers when I pull it
Out the gate
A bit late, but the champ is back
I need a third hand to wear my rings and hold plaques
I hit the track like the runners new
Hands high like a stick up
Killer Michael running jewels
It’s true, the eyes slanted
My Fam rock the planet
Don’t take fans for granted
Like the money is due

Chorus:
“I got some money I’m a blow it all today
They say Michael don’t throw it all away
And my reply was there’s more on the way
When I said it I was walking in the rain

“I got some money I’m a blow it all today
They say Michael don’t throw it all away
And my reply was there’s more on the way
When I said it I was walking in the rain”

Out of Here

Gas is flowing
Wheels are rolling 
I’m outa here

Sparks igniting
I’m through with fighting
I’m outa here

You dragged me all over LA’s not so freeways
Through all that smog I just couldn’t see
Just how bad, just how bad you were to me

Engines revving
I’m through with begging
I’m outa here

Gears are turning 
My mind is burning
I’m outa here

Ain’t gonna play those L.A. Games with you
Not gonna be your fool no more
My foot’s on the gas shoved down to the floor

Speeds increasing
All your deceiving
I’m outa here

Exhaust is flying
You thought I’s lying
I’m outa here

Nothing left for us to talk about
Except all those lies you were feeding me
I had my fill, it’s time to leave

Don’t send any emails, don’t try to call me, I forgot your name already

You dragged me all over LA’s not so freeways
Through all that smog I just couldn’t see
Just how bad, just how bad you were to me

The 1 to the 101…the 405…the 5 to the 91… the 605… the 405…the 101…
And back to the 1 where it all had started from…

Chorus

Don’t send any emails, don’t try to call me, I forgot your name already
Don’t send any emails, not even a text, I forgot your name already

[Pre-Hook]
I shoot till my bezels broke
Check my watch ‘fore I let it go
Take away, smell the smoke
Nigga just wrapped a brick, with a naked hoe
She suckin’ dick, while she textin’ you

[Hook]
Oh, nigga tryna line me
Tell my goons get behind me
Get low, start firin’
All you heard was sirens
Oh, niggas ain’t gettin’ me
No vest on, they ain’t hit me
They ain’t even know I had 50
Lord have mercy, forgive me

[Verse 1]
I can see clearly
Still looking for the fools who killed Biggie
All headshots, no kidneys
Still looking for the fools who killed Biggie

[Pre-Hook]
I shoot till my bezels broke
Check my watch ‘fore I let it go
Take away, smell the smoke
Nigga just wrapped a brick, with a naked hoe
She suckin’ dick, while she textin’ you

[Verse 2]
Bitch I’m on the road
Cops tried to pull me over at the door
Think you these pussy nigga hoes
Fuck it! pedal to the floor
Cops on the stake out
Told my mom hit the safe get the cake out
Now I gotta break out
They got the helicopters and the K’s out

[Pre-Hook]
I shoot till my bezels broke
Check my watch ‘fore I let it go
Take away, smell the smoke
Nigga just wrapped a brick, with a naked hoe
She suckin’ dick, while she textin’ you

[Verse 3]
Now I’m in LA
Niggas cry, niggas dying everyday
And I ain’t tryin’ to play
Had them hoolies outside where you stay
You know I’m with that mob shit
Clean ’em up with the stick or the Glock quick
Fill ’em up with the hot shit
Every week I gotta get my watch fixed

[Pre-Hook]
I shoot till my bezels broke
Check my watch ‘fore I let it go
Take away, smell the smoke
Nigga just wrapped a brick, with a naked hoe
She suckin’ dick, while she textin’ you

[Hook]
Oh, nigga tryna line me
Tell my goons get behind me
Get low, start firin’
All you heard was sirens
Oh, niggas ain’t gettin’ me
No vest on, they ain’t hit me
They ain’t even know I had 50
Lord have mercy, forgive me

[Intro]
Mike Willy with me nigga
Thugger, Thugger, baby
I’m out in the booth eating candy and shit
Can’t get enough, (Can’t get enough)
Eeeeeeeeeeeee

[Hook]
I cock back the stick and I aim at your dome
I say me a prayer then I send your ass home
No matter what you can’t take me off the throne
Aye I fuck with your shit but I don’t know what you on
What you on
What you on
What you on
Aye I fuck with your shit but I don’t know what you on
What you on
What you on
What you on
Yeah I fuck with your shit but I don’t know what you on

[Verse 1]
That was a mistake, I didn’t mean to say that
I fuck on that bitch and she don’t tell no one, I don’t play that
I’m real, I just told you so you can know where your lil’ bae at
And if you ever play about that lil’ bitch, I’ll beat you like where Zay at
They say no one do it better, motor geeked up all etcetera
Hop out with thousands of predators
I’m hungry, I want some competitors
And that shit get fly like a pelican
I’m in LA, I want me some editors
Don’t step on this landmine
I’m geeked out my mind, I’m not mankind
But this stick I’ma blast mine
Your bitch a tutor, you can class mine
Chanel first, no you can’t last mine
Didn’t I tell you ’bout that last time
I’m eating so good, it’s that crab time
I had me some cheese, yeah, I Kraft mine
Barter 6, nigga, halftime (Blatt)

[Hook]
I cock back the stick and I aim at your dome
I say me a prayer then I send your ass home
No matter what you can’t take me off the throne
Aye I fuck with your shit but I don’t know what you on
What you on
What you on
What you on
Aye I fuck with your shit but I don’t know what you on
What you on
What you on
What you on
Yeah I fuck with your shit but I don’t know what you on

[Verse 2]
Pull up on a bitch, in that foreign with exhaust
I just kicked that bitch up out my car and made her walk
No I’m not from Texas but I pull up kickin’ sauce (ooooohhh weeeee)
Christmastime, I spent half a ticket for Jack Frost
I stuff that bitch in a fender bender
Bend that bitch over like sinner sinner
Fuck the police, Man they trying to kill us
But I think they know that them slimes are killers (SLIME)
Yeah I think they know that them slimes are triller
The lots and lots lots of niggas
Fuck em all like we some thottie niggas
I need four wheels like a tri-cycle
Fuck on her friend and she know it, she know it
I bought a Jag and then show it, then show it
Cuz I really love it, didn’t do it to show it
Bought a G5 for my boys, my boys
Fuck a car note, I don’t owe her nothing oh
Lactose intolerant, Bae I’m spoiled, I’m spoiled
Take me some bars and take off to the stars
I done got so high, man, I think I see God (Hey Baby)

[Hook]
I cock back the stick and I aim at your dome
I say me a prayer then I send your ass home
No matter what you can’t take me off the throne
Aye I fuck with your shit but I don’t know what you on
What you on
What you on
What you on
Aye I fuck with your shit but I don’t know what you on
What you on
What you on
What you on
Yeah I fuck with your shit but I don’t know what you on

Lyrics Bryce Fox – Cold hearted

It’s somewhere north of Florida
A little west of Georgia
At my best, you’re not impressed
‘Cause I’m a loser
Both my wings are frozen, cold like Minnesota
Pinned between the boulders with the rest.(cold hearted)

But I try, I try not to need you
Like you need me
And I try, and I try not to need you
Like you need me.

I’m sick and tired of living in LA
Where the sun is out but there’s so much shade
I need a place to go with the seasons
Where no one out has a reason to be coldhearted
To be coldhearted.

You like hills and yoga
I like hanging over
You’re more like Kim and I’m too nice to be your Kanye
Stand up like a soldier versuri-lyrics.info
But I’m a rock & roller
I take my rage and throw the flames into the water.

But I try, I try not to need you
Like you need me
And I try, and I try not to need you
Like you need me.

I’m sick and tired of living in LA
Where the sun is out but there’s so much shade
I need a place to go with the seasons
Where no one out has a reason to be coldhearted
To be coldhearted.

I’m way too cold to hold ya
Call me when it’s over
I realized I’m just as frozen as the rest.

I’m sick and tired of living in LA
Where the sun is out but there’s so much shade
I need a place to go with the seasons
Where no one out has a reason to be coldhearted
To be coldhearteddd.
Bryce Fox lyrics
Video hearted

Seems like all these girls are perfect
All these girls are perfect
In LA, in LA
They’ve got so much there to purchase
All those labels on their purses
In LA, in LA

You ain’t gotta die
Just go buy you a plane ticket
(Plane ticket, pla-plane ticket)
This place will change your life
Ask the guys who just came to visit
Once they came, they just can’t go nowhere

Heaven must be somewhere in California
No place I’ve seen compares to California
There’s nothing but angels out there
A place filled with angels I swear
They say come and join us
The weathers much warmer
Heaven’s California
(Yao) Heaven’s California

Blank face, amazing grace
God damn girl, got got god damn girl
Use your angel wings, no hands girl
I’m the man from the land girl
Go ham in the Lam’ girl
You know skirt skirt
And if you skirt skirt
Give me work work
Thats missionary like church church
Legs open like pearly gates in a thug mansion
Get a thug passion
Without Alize
Bow down to pray
I burn an ounce a day
Puff puff pass
No rosaries like Catholics
Might cop the rolls, just to crash it
You could rock the rollie while I hit it
Hey you could rock the rollie while I hit it
Yeah school boy in a new toy
With a new toy, a whole down fig
You was looking for heaven and you found it
You was looking for heaven and you found it

Heaven must be somewhere in California
No place I’ve seen compares to California
There’s nothing but angels out there
A place filled with angels I swear
They say come and join us
The weathers much warmer
Heaven’s California
Heaven’s California

Man they party on the week days (count it)
Party on the week days (count it, count it, count it, count it)
In LA, in LA
I swear they know all the DJs
Walk in the club and don’t pay
Man they must be so paid
Okay, in LA
They poppin in LA

You ain’t gotta die
Just go buy you a plane ticket
(Plane ticket, pla-plane ticket)
This place will change your life
Ask the guys who just came to visit
Once they came, they just can’t go nowhere

Heaven must be somewhere in California
No place I’ve seen compares to California
There’s nothing but angels out there
A place filled with angels I swear
They say come and join us
The weathers much warmer
Heaven’s California

They say come and join us
The weathers much warmer
Heaven’s California
Heaven’s California

[Verse One]
I got a lover but it’s complicated
We’ve been off and on, trying to keep the fire warm
But a brother jaded
I’ve even moved up to Brooklyn so that we could bond
Feel like I see her even less then when I lived away and
Suffocated by the city she ain’t ever home
She in LA or any other place that ain’t my arms
Can’t say she cheating because she was never mine alone
I just think I’m better for her than the drug dealers and the lie tellers
Yeah am I wise but I could be wrong
Please don’t let be
I gave her time and a half while others get her free
And I ain’t one to compare but what I see
Is her in a lesser form with anybody instead of me
We on a different page, same play different stage
Waited on the street to say hi, I must have missed the wave Await her call to come by

[Hook]
I know this girl around town
She cool, she cool, she cool
She coming around, round
When no one around, round
She come through, come through, she come through
We messing around, round
Already for now, now
We do, what we do, we do
But we know that for now, now
Is only for now, now
We through, we through, we through
But I still lover her though

[Verse Two]
We’ve come a long way
Even though she keep me at arm’s length
Over her head and she responds late
I place the blame on all them clowns that she round
Because intelligence ain’t part of their style
Smarten up dumb it down
Drop a jewel rocking jewelry
The way you move done parted the crowd
And I know you did the knowledge before admitted to college So why you hanging round with this foolery
The same lame’s bragging how he bagged you dorm rooms
Done tried to flip the mattress acting like he adore you
Same bed, if it ain’t all true
Why am I here
You know they lying through the locks and the beards
Although I’m faded I’m as sharp as they is
‘Cause he ain’t seen a barbershop in some years
Don’t mean that he the one to lead us when apocalypse near You know I’m right, you see the light in the days
Final calling me I’ll see you tonight aye

[Hook]
I know this girl around town
She cool, she cool, she cool
She coming around, round
When no one around, round
She come through, come through, she come through
We messing around, round
Already for now, now
We do, what we do, we do
But we know that for now, now
Is only for now, now
We through, we through, we through
But I still lover her though

[Verse Three]
You ever love somebody that didn’t reciprocate it
But they give you just enough to keep waiting
Thinking maybe they might see you how you see them with patience
Will come say when they quit faking on the heart that you gave them
But do you give it for gift or for the feeling itself
If nothing’s in it for you would you still be willing to help
I think my love know me more than I give credit for
She made me greater even though I tell her that I’m better for her
But she done heard it before and she gone hear it again
It’s plenty men that tried to holler in metaphor
I’d love to talk to her but I talk through her
We speak our minds the same time and so I let her off
Am I the side piece or the main squeeze
Either way I’m filled with pride when I hear her thank me
So she can come and go as she please
She leave me ‘lone but not in moments of need
Ain’t only mine and maybe so it should be

[Hook]
I know this girl around town
She cool, she cool, she cool
She coming around, round
When no one around, round
She come through, come through, she come through
We messing around, round
Already for now, now
We do, what we do, we do
But we know that for now, now
Is only for now, now
We through, we through, we through
But I still lover her though

[Hook: Ray Wright]
Lil late just be happy that I’m here
We gon’ party so nobody shed a tear
Shake yo body mami move that derrière
I swear the shit get mo poppin’ every year
Lil late just be happy that I’m here
We gon’ party so nobody shed a tear
Shake yo body mami move that derrière
I swear the shit get mo poppin’ every year

[Verse 1: Ray Wright]
Like what the fuck I got to lie for?
House parties, bad shorties, dodgin’ 5-0
Three young brothers bout to get richer than Lionel
Give a fuck if I was late I’m right on time and doin’ fine hoe
Now watch me make this Blackwood disappear
OG aroma make a lil bitch drop her rear
It seem my game keep elevating every year
Known to make the spot jump as if it wasn’t clear

[Verse 2: Serk]
It ain’t never gon’ stop like a candy 64 realest on the block
Round the clock we gon’ always be dope
Hock a loogey of some true player game
Woman flockin’ way they move say thangs
Hipaholic let it loose baby
I’m a product of my zoo LA
From nigga June to May

[Hook: Ray Wright]
Lil late just be happy that I’m here
We gon’ party so nobody shed a tear
Shake yo body mami move that derrière
I swear the shit get mo poppin’ every year
Lil late just be happy that I’m here
We gon’ party so nobody shed a tear
Shake yo body mami move that derrière
I swear the shit get mo poppin’ every year

[Verse 3: Manu Li]
Now looky here looky here I got lunch money
Sittin’ clean we ain’t fuckin’ wit them dust bunnies
Pennies in my hush puppies nigga what’s bummy
I campaign with the damn thang
I came here for the beer stayed her for the champagne
And some whiskey that’s for J strange and the dead homies
Its gettin’ hotter every year
I say every year niggas droppin’ like flies I’m just happy that I’m here
There’s a reason why I’m here i make yo life sound tight
You can fake it till you make it but its not my hype
Cause laid back and I kick facts
Havin’ fun makin’ money off of all these tracks foooo!

[Buddy]
More poppin’, more shoppin’, more coppin’
Show rockin’, crowd surfin’, don’t drop me
4 X

[Ray Wright]
Cause we ain’t come all this way to turn around
The game it need us more than ever right now
My people travel miles n miles to hear the sound
N see the way that Westside Warm brew Lay it down….

[Hook: Ray Wright]
Lil late just be happy that I’m here
We gon’ party so nobody shed a tear
Shake yo body mami move that derrière
I swear the shit get mo poppin’ every year
Lil late just be happy that I’m here
We gon’ party so nobody shed a tear
Shake yo body mami move that derrière
I swear the shit get mo poppin’ every year

Lyrics Lil Uzi Vert – YSL

We gettin’ money man f*ck all that hatin’ shit
This nigga trippin
Aye, Iky gimme my weed bro
Hahaha
This nigga smokin’ gas
Beat his ass, you know
Tell him where you from shorty
I’m from 56th street
Tell him where you from shorty
5600 nigga, Landsdown nigga, West Philly nigga you know how we do it
I’m a, I’m a North Philly nigga you already know that
Rest in peace my nigga Tico rest in peace my nigga nine rest in peace my nigga Wee rest in peace my nigga doodot
And we ain’t gon give these niggas fame but
My nigga Iky had that nigga b*tch out in LA
I had that nigga b*tch in LA that other nigga b*tch
Stop lying nigga you ain’t had nobody b*tch
On my momma nigga.(ysl)

Just talked to Future he in Dubai
We not there yet but I got my whole damn crew high
Put Spikey and Iky in Dior, yeah that suit tie
Iky smiling like no more, I don’t got move dimes
Boy you better have a lot of patience
Cause you can’t move time
I was just with my grandma sleeping on futons
Give her what she want cause deep down scared to lose her
She asked for five racks and I give her that two times
Yeah I give her that two times
Doing good for yourself they wanna shoot ya
Stop tryna finesse me out my moolah
I don’t go no where without my ruler.

/Ruler/ (x12)
That’s why I don’t go no where without my ruler.

In Vegas I stay at Venetian, with a cougar
She talk to me when she right on her knees
Said, “I can’t believe that I blew ya”
That girl she like to come kick it with me cause her boyfriend is a loser
Making sound effects I hit from the back yea she got me just like ooh yea
I start getting this money, I guess you can call it new racks
Counting them blue stacks, yeah that’s them blue racks
Yeah that’s them blue racks versuri-lyrics.info
Yeah that’s them blue racks
Yeah, feels so good when you can do that
That’s my own whip, come to my new shop
Got a red drop, got a blue drop
Got a red dot, got a blue dot
I can’t be the shooter right now cause I’m smoking moon rock.

/Ruler/(x12)
That’s why I don’t go no where without my rulerrr.
Lil Uzi Vert lyrics
Video Lil Uzi Vert

Lyrics Birdman – Bit bak

I’m in a Maybach at a kick back
Gettin’ geeked out my mind
I’m in a Maybach at a kick back, bit bak
I’m in a Maybach at a kick back with a big rack
I’m in a Maybach cost big racks (big racks)
Big ol’ racks yeah!
Run up them bands, f*ck is you doin’
Run up them bands, f*ck is you doin’
That money pursue it nigga, the f*ck is you doin’
You run up some bands nigga, the f*ck is you doin’.

f*ck is you talkin’ bout? I pull up and talk it out
I pull out the stick yeah, make everybody walk it out
She slob on my dick yeah, she do it for the girl scout
She f*ck on my b*tch yeah, she eating my girl out
GTV til I hurl out versuri-lyrics.info
Run a plan, get swirled out
What the f*ck you so early bout
You dead broke at your girl house
I’m sellin’ out shows now, I bring out the world now
I f*ck on your girl yeah, I tear up your world yeah yeah
I’m high as the nose bleed, that gold like a trophy
White boy on a nigga team
That purple my choice of lean (yeah)
My pockets on Jimmy Dean (yeah)
My AP so clear the scene (yeah)
We big I could see and read
My fingers a couple keys yeah.

I’m in a Maybach at a kick back
Gettin’ geeked out my mind
I’m in a Maybach at a kick back, bit bak
I’m in a Maybach at a kick back with a big rack
I’m in a Maybach cost big racks (big racks)
Big ol’ racks yeah!
Run up them bands, f*ck is you doin’
Run up them bands, f*ck is you doin’
That money pursue it nigga, the f*ck is you doin’
You run up some bands nigga, the f*ck is you doin’.

Stunna Stunna man
I bet em five hundred bands
Rich gang we the talibans
Bust through them rubber bands
I do it for my momma man
We came out the trash can
Look at me the last man
Look at me the last man standing
Maybach panoramic
That b*tch is sleepin, no xanax
f*ck em all no scamin’
I’m rich before your grandaddy
Versace Versace make em panic
The mansion made her wear the panties
She asked a nigga where the plan at?
Baking soda, whole ‘nother planet
I’m havin’ water where the Titanic?
New watch, the Titanic
I ran it up now they all hatin’ on me
Playin’ with me better put some respekt on it.

I’m in a Maybach at a kick back
Gettin’ geeked out my mind
I’m in a Maybach at a kick back
I’m in a Maybach at a kick back, bit bak
I’m in a Maybach with a big rack
I’m in a Maybach cost big racks (big racks)
Run up them bands, f*ck is you doin’
That money pursue it nigga, the f*ck is you doin’
You run up some bands nigga, the f*ck is you doin’.

Seven day
Strip club tour
Every last one fill with bands
ATL on a Monday
Chi-Town on a Tuesday
New York on a Wednesday
En Noir on a Thursday
Miami on a Friday
Vegas on a Saturday
LA on Sunday
Rich Gang lifestyle
Type of shit we do
Rich Gang
B’s up.

I’m in a Maybach at a kick back
Gettin’ geeked out my mind
I’m in a Maybach at a kick back, bit bak
I’m in a Maybach at a kick back with a big rack
I’m in a Maybach cost big racks (big racks)
Big ol’ racks yeah!
Run up them bands, f*ck is you doin’
Run up them bands, f*ck is you doin’
That money pursue it nigga, the f*ck is you doin’
You run up some bands nigga, the f*ck is you doin’.

Stunna Stunna man
I bet em five hundred bands
Rich gang we the talibans
Bust through them rubber bandsss.
Birdman lyrics
Video bak

[Verse 1]
Police pat me down them bands all on me
Molly, purple drank is all that I need
Come get your bitch cause she dancing on me
I remember these bitches were laughing at me
Now she sucking, fucking, clapping for me
Hit me, DM, told she was a fan
I was nobody when I made "The Man"
Now when these bitches see me, know who I am
His bitch looking I think she a flirt
Owls inside my shoes and XO my shirt
Diss me once and you’ll be dead on the first
I’m staying clean but my squad doing dirt
I’m staying clean, let my squad do the dirt
Hating on me cause they can’t get a verse
Summertime, shitting on you in a ‘vert
My diamonds are water I’m smoking on Earth
‘Member my mama told me I’m the worst
When the check come in she seeing it first
Buy her a house, I’mma buy her a purse
Looking for handouts, don’t get on my nerves
You telling lies, I’m a man of my word
And your wifey just hit me but she getting curved
I’m wearing brand names that you never heard
How to get money, you never gon’ learn

[Bridge]
I found myself a plug when I was down in Cali
Cause I met some white girls sniffing coke up in the Valley
I’m sorry, I’m just really high, hi nice to meet you
I told her I just wanna fuck girl I don’t need it

[Hook]
I fell in love with LA, yeah
I fell in love with LA, yeah
I fell in love with LA, yeah
I might not go home I might just stay

[Verse 2]
Yeah I love LA
Met a baddie from the Bay
Suck and fuck all day
But she can’t call me bae
Smoking weed all day
In Beverly I stay
The weather got me feeling so good
That I put the Xans away
Started from the bottom
I just dropped the top
She want the molly, yeah I got ’em
His bitch gave me top
My shooter got a mop
Deading all your talks
I love getting stoned
My watch is full of rocks
She say "Nav, why you so hood?"
She don’t know about the Rex
Had to tell my squad to clean it up
I don’t wanna make a mess
Body coming home, he gon’ beat the case
So you know he know what’s next
Fucking up a check
Diamonds dancing on my neck

[Bridge]
I found myself a plug when I was down in Cali
Cause I met some white girls sniffing coke up in the Valley
I’m sorry, I’m just really high, hi nice to meet you
I told her I just wanna fuck girl I don’t need it

[Hook]
I fell in love with LA, yeah
I fell in love with LA, yeah
I fell in love with LA, yeah
I might not go home I might just stay

[Future]
If young Metro don’t trust you I’m gon’ shoot you

[Hook]
Remember feeling broke as fuck
But now I’m pulling up in Rover trucks
(I’m pulling up in Rover Trucks now)
Remember these bitches ain’t wanna fuck
Now she give me head outside of Toys R Us
(These bitches suck and fuck me now)
When you see me look, don’t touch
All my shooters ballin’ playing for the bucks
(shoot em up for money now)
Keep your circle small, be careful who you trust
They gon’ love you when you down, not when you up

[Verse 1]
They gon’ leave you when you down, not when you up
Fuck these hoes with all my bros, who can I trust?
Who else gon’ help me in the jam when I get stuck? (Nobody, nobody)
Who else gon’ ride out for me when my time is up?
Feel like myself again when I be on the drugs
I’m in LA, I took a yellow pill I hope it fuck me up
Im not playin’, I don’t feel tired, I think the addies adding up
See the X’s and the O’s, and now she wanna kiss and hug
All this codeine got me stuck, but the molly get me up
My mamma call me up, but I can’t pick it up
Cause my whole left side ain’t movin’
I don’t sell drugs but I abuse ’em
From the Rex but now I’m movin’

[Hook]
Remember feeling broke as fuck
But now I’m pulling up in Rover trucks
(I’m pulling up in Rover Trucks now)
None of these bitches wanna fuck
Now she give me head outside of Toys R Us
(These bitches suck and fuck me now)
When you see me look, don’t touch
All my shooters ballin’ playing for the bucks
(They shooting all for money now)
Keep your circle small, be careful who you trust
They gon’ love you when you down, not when you up

[Verse 2]
I’ma put these hoes on blast now
Cash found me, I got cash now
Watch your mouth, I pay the money
You get slapped out
Fucking hoes, I turn down shows I ice my Roley now
She didn’t wanna fuck me then, but she can’t fuck me now
These hoes get naked for me when I’m playin’ my songs
Now my neck feel naked when I don’t got chains on
Fuck all the people that ever tried to do me wrong
Now when they see me pull up, they the ones I’m shitting on
Getting high living the low life, with your wife
My gun got jammed, I couldn’t bust a whole night
I fell asleep drinking lean, now I need some more ice
And yea I’m getting money, your boyfriend is a poor guy

[Hook]
Remember feeling broke as fuck
But now I’m pulling up in Rover trucks
(I’m pulling up in Rover Trucks now)
None of these bitches wanna fuck
Now she give me head outside of Toys R Us
(These bitches suck and fuck me now)
When you see me look, don’t touch
All my shooters ballin’ playing for the bucks
(They shooting all for money now)
Keep your circle small, be careful who you trust
They gon’ love you when you down, not when you up

[Future]
If young Metro don’t trust you I’m gon’ shoot you

[Outro]
When you see me look, don’t touch
All my shooters ballin’, playing for the bucks
(They shooting all for money now)
Keep your circle small, be careful who you trust
They gon’ love you when you down, not when you up

Lyrics Famous Dex – Two guns

Nah, I’m just playing, hahh
ADVM on the beat
Youknowwhatimsaying? What?
Lil Pump wit me, huh, huh, SmokePurpp wit me, what? huh
Two guns, that’s all on my waist
Run up on me, swear to God I’mma spray.

Huh, what, huh, yeah, huh
Two guns, that’s all on my waist
Two guns, that’s all on my waist
Two guns, that’s all on my waist
Huh, yeah, huh yeah, huh
I drink that Wock everyday
I drink that Wock everyday
I drink that Wock everyday
Huh, what, huh, yeah, huh
Two guns, that’s all on my waist
Two guns, that’s all on my waist
Two guns, that’s all on my waist
Huh, yeah, huh yeah, huh
I drink that Wock everyday
I drink that Wock everyday
I drink that Wock everyday.

Dexter, huh, wait
Two guns, that’s all on my waist
I get that money everyday
f*cking your b*tch and she calling me bae
Huh, what, huh, yeah, huh
I got Lil Pump with me
I got a pump on me
Honey on me, turn you right to a bee
Wait, I get the money they snoozing, lose
f*ck your lil b*tch, she just choose
Run up on me, make the news
I got them hunnids, they blue, wait
Look at my jewels, I’m cool
Fendi my coat, I designer my shoes
I got a Glock, it ain’t cool
I’m sending shots at you fools
Little boy, watch what you say
I bring the K to your face, wait
Lil homie ain’t straight
Ratting too much, man, he talk to the jakes
Huh, what, huh, yeah
I sip that Wock everyday
I sip that Wock everyday
Pour me a 6, man, I drink to the face
Dexter.

Huh, what, huh, yeah, huh
Two guns, that’s all on my waist
Two guns, that’s all on my waist
Two guns, that’s all on my waist
Huh, yeah, huh yeah, huh
I drink that Wock everyday
I drink that Wock everyday
I drink that Wock everyday
Huh, what, huh, yeah, huh
Two guns, that’s all on my waist
Two guns, that’s all on my waist
Two guns, that’s all on my waist
Huh, yeah, huh yeah, huh
I drink that Wock everyday
I drink that Wock everyday
I drink that Wock everyday.

Wock, Wock, Wock, Wock
I keep that Wock on my waist
Two b*tches giving me face
And I sip Wock everyday
They hate on me cause I do what I say
Popping on percs, smoke Wood to the face
All of this money go right on your face
I count up, I count up the cake
Two pints on me and two pints in the safe
Sipping Wockhardt, got my Glock hard
Eating poptarts, in a fast car
I’m sipping on Wock outta state
The plug is two minutes away
I call him, he bringinh a pint
I’m sippinh a pint to the face
And I don’t f*ck with the green
I cut up a rip on my jeans
If you real know we got beans
If you need pills we got beans
What? yeahhh
Bust 30 shots for my team.

Huh, what, huh, yeah, huh
Two guns, that’s all on my waist
Two guns, that’s all on my waist
Two guns, that’s all on my waist
Huh, yeah, huh yeah, huh
I drink that Wock everyday
I drink that Wock everyday
I drink that Wock everyday
Huh, what, huh, yeah, huh
Two guuuns, that’s all on my waist
Two guuuns, that’s all on my waist
Two guuuns, that’s all on my waist
Huh, yeah, huh yeah, huh
I drink that Wock everyday
I drink that Wock everyday
I drink that Wock everyday.

Ooh, Lil Pump
I pop 4 percs to the face
Ooh, Lil Pump flex everyday
Ooh, I keep two Glocks on my waist
Ooh, keep that b*tch out, I don’t play
Ooh, I got these b*tches ,they f*cking, damn
I f*ck that b*tch and her cousin, damn
I’m in LA counting hunnids, damn
Big body Uber, it’s bussing, ooh
I sold your boy Robitussin
I f*ck that b*tch like it’s nothing
I f*ck that b*tch like it’s nothing
D Rose, D Rose, D Rose
Lil Pump got them kilos
Got Dex in the cut, got Purpp on the cut
And b*tch we ball like D Rose.

Huh, what, huh, yeah, huh
Two guuuns, that’s all on my waist
Two guuns, that’s all on my waist
Two guuuns, that’s all on my waist
Huh, yeah, huh yeah, huh
I drink that Wock everyday
I drink that Wock everyday
I drink that Wock everyday
Huh, what, huh, yeah, huh
Two guuuns, that’s all on my waist
Two guuuns, that’s all on my waist
Two guuuns, that’s all on my waist
Huh, yeah, huh yeah, huh
I drink that Wock everyday
I drink that Wock everyday
I drink that Wock everydayyy.
Famous Dex lyrics
Video guns

[Intro: Famous Dex]
Nah I’m just playin’, ha
ADVM on the beat
Youknowwhatimsayin?
What?
Lil pump wit me, huh, huh
Smokepurpp wit me, what? huh
Two guns, that’s all on my waist
Run up on me, swear to god I’mma spray

[Hook: Famous Dex]
Huh, what, huh, yeah, huh
Two guns, that’s all on my waist
Two guns, that’s all on my waist
Two guns, that’s all on my waist
Huh, yeah, huh yeah, huh
I drink that wok everyday
I drink that wok everyday
I drink that wok everyday
Huh, what, huh, yeah, huh
Two guns, that’s all on my waist
Two guns, that’s all on my waist
Two guns, that’s all on my waist
Huh, yeah, huh yeah, huh
I drink that wok everyday
I drink that wok everyday
I drink that wok everyday

[Verse 1: Famous Dex]
Dexter, huh wait
Two guns, that’s all on my waist
I get that money everyday
Fuckin’ your bitch and she callin’ me bae
Huh, what, huh yeah, huh
I got lil pump wit me
I got a pump on me
Honey on me, turn you right to a bee
Wait, I get the money they snoozin’, lose
Fuck your lil bitch, she just choose
Run up on me, make the news
I got ’em hunnids, they blue, wait
Look at my jewels I’m cool
Fendi my coat, I designer my shoes
I got the Glock it ain’t cool
I’m sendin’ shots at you fools
Lil boat, watch what you say
I bring the K to your face, wait
Lil homie ain’t straight
Rattin’ too much man, he talk to the jakes
Huh, what, huh yeah
I drink that wok everyday
I drink that wok everyday
Pour me a 6 man, I drink to the face
Dexter

[Hook: Famous Dex]
Huh, what, huh, yeah, huh
Two guns, that’s all on my waist
Two guns, that’s all on my waist
Two guns, that’s all on my waist
Huh, yeah, huh yeah, huh
I drink that wok everyday
I drink that wok everyday
I drink that wok everyday
Huh, what, huh, yeah, huh
Two guns, that’s all on my waist
Two guns, that’s all on my waist
Two guns, that’s all on my waist
Huh, yeah, huh yeah, huh
I drink that wok everyday
I drink that wok everyday
I drink that wok everyday

[Verse 2: smokepurpp]
Wok, wok, wok, wok
I keep that wok on my waist
Two bitches givin’ me face
And I sip wok everyday
They hate on me cause I do what I say
Poppin’ ’em percs, smoke a wood to the face
All of this money go right on your face
I count up, I count up the cake
Two pints on me and two pints in the safe
Sippin’ wockhardt, got my Glock hard
Eattin’ poptarts, in a fast car
I’m sippin’ on wok outta state
The plug is two minutes away
I call him, he bringin’ a pint
I’m sippin’ a pint to the face
And I don’t fuck with the green
I cut up a rip on my jeans
If you real, know we got beans
If you need pills we got beans
What? yeah
Buck 30 shots for my team

[Hook: Famous Dex]
Huh, what, huh, yeah, huh
Two guns, that’s all on my waist
Two guns, that’s all on my waist
Two guns, that’s all on my waist
Huh, yeah, huh yeah, huh
I drink that wok everyday
I drink that wok everyday
I drink that wok everyday
Huh, what, huh, yeah, huh
Two guns, that’s all on my waist
Two guns, that’s all on my waist
Two guns, that’s all on my waist
Huh, yeah, huh yeah, huh
I drink that wok everyday
I drink that wok everyday
I drink that wok everyday

[Verse 3: lil pump]
Oh, lil pump
I pop 4 percs to the face
Oh, lil pump flex everyday
Oh, I keep two Glocks on my waist
Oh, keep that bitch out, I don’t play
Oh, I got these bitches they fuckin’, damn
I fuck that bitch and her cousin, damn
I’m in LA countin’ hunnids, damn
Big body Uber, it’s bussin’, oh
I sold your boy Robitussin
I fuck that bitch like it’s nothin’
I fuck that bitch like it’s nothin’
D Rose, D Rose, D Rose
Lil pump got them kilos
Got Dex in the cut, got purpp on the cut
And bitch we ball like D Rose

[Hook: Famous Dex]
Huh, what, huh, yeah, huh
Two guns, that’s all on my waist
Two guns, that’s all on my waist
Two guns, that’s all on my waist
Huh, yeah, huh yeah, huh
I drink that wok everyday
I drink that wok everyday
I drink that wok everyday
Huh, what, huh, yeah, huh
Two guns, that’s all on my waist
Two guns, that’s all on my waist
Two guns, that’s all on my waist
Huh, yeah, huh yeah, huh
I drink that wok everyday
I drink that wok everyday
I drink that wok everyday

On the other side of a street I knew
Stood a girl that looked like you
I guess that’s déjà vu
But I thought this can’t be true
‘Cause you moved to west LA
Or New York or Santa Fe
Or wherever to get away from me

Oh but that one night
Was more than just right
I didn’t leave you ’cause I was all through
Oh I was overwhelmed and frankly scared as hell
Because I really fell for you

Oh I swear to you
I’ll be there for you
This is not a drive by
Just a shy guy looking for a two-ply
Hefty bag to hold my love
When you move me everything is groovy
They don’t like it sue me
Mmm the way you do me
Oh I swear to you
I’ll be there for you
This is not a drive by

On the upside of a downward spiral
My love for you went viral
And I loved you every mile you drove away
But now here you are again
So let’s skip the “how you been”
And get down to the “more than friends” at last

Oh but that one night
Is still the highlight
I didn’t need you until I came to
And I was overwhelmed and frankly scared as hell
Because I really fell for you

Oh I swear to you
I’ll be there for you
This is not a drive by
Just a shy guy looking for a two-ply
Hefty bag to hold my love
When you move me everything is groovy
They don’t like it sue me
Mmm the way you do me
Oh I swear to you
I’ll be there for you
This is not a drive by

Please believe
That when I leave
There’s nothing up my sleeve
But love for you
And a little time to get my head together too

On the other side of a street I knew
Stood a girl that looked like you
I guess that’s déjà vu
But I thought this can’t be true
‘Cause

Oh I swear to you
I’ll be there for you
This is not a drive by
Just a shy guy looking for a two-ply
Hefty bag to hold my love
When you move me everything is groovy
They don’t like it sue me
Mmm the way you do me
Oh I swear to you
I’ll be there for you
This is not a drive by

[Chorus]
Rap like this rap like this
Nope, they can’t rap like this
Rap like this I rap like this, yup, no they can’t rap like him
Rap like this can’t rap for free
Rap for free? need cash to eat
So, I, tax a fee, can’t rap for free no

[Homeboy Sandman]
Dehydrated from crocodile tears
I’m on Stones Throw, peace to Mello and Rhymesayers
We the best, this Stik and Quelle place I be the guest
Broadcasting from a depth that’s anybody’s guess
My arms are yet against, these tricks are things I learned in special ed
Delivered into a special blend and laid out in a never-ending spread
That started with the slice of a mosquito bite I scratched until it bled
Don’t say ‘yuck’ say ‘what’s up!
I write off ancient histories and mix three different teas
And known for harmonizing different tones and different keys
And finding missing seeds
I spotted on a milk carton to proud to beg pardon
If you don’t get it you don’t get bargains. I leave a carbon footprint the shape of a woodwind instrument
No event where I’m around ever went down without incident

[Chrous]
Rap like this rap like this
Nope, they can’t rap like this
Rap like this I rap like this, yup, no they can’t rap like him
Rap like this can’t rap for free
Rap for free? need cash to eat
So, I, tax a fee, can’t rap for free no

[Quelle Chris]

You trap like the A, lean like the H bang like LA
You visit the Bay now Mac Dre was the greatest to do it
On Dilla Day you claim the first nigga banging his music
Before it was cool, you dont even rap
Your ghostwriter rap, and he rap your raps better than you
You got no style, you say you the future, you sound like now, you sounding like Future
You ripping off styles, that MLK Ultra who shot ya?
What type of camera for what publication?
The hairstyles buggin’ the press is amazing
Don’t ask bout the music, who cares bout the music?
We push it they play it we keep the shit moving
What’s poppin’ my paparazzi, cracking my crack baby?
What’s trending my minion? What’s happenin’? old re-runs I get it
You hot for the minute cause you copy what’s hot for the minute
Trying to hop to the top of the popular charts. I dig it
Don’t rap like this, ho!
You rap like this stay in your lane, bro
Write with the lames you used to be dope, what changed?
Guess to eat you gotta bite is the name of the game
Keeping it G, keep nig-a-ro please on tap
That Savion Glover turn Man Tan money no lack
We gas face fellas like dust to umbrella’s you wish
To rap like this go backpack this
Can’t rap like this, please

[Stik Figa]

Might make a masterpiece with Master P
On Mello Music Group package it for mass release
Massive reach, each atom in my anatomy
Was pulled in Adam’s eve, I walk a path no man can lead
They asking me "Brodie, what’s the strategy?"
Or "Homie, what’s happening when you catch the beat?"
The game to be sold without the batteries
If I say anymore that’d be a data breach
I make a racket cause cats is half asleep judging books by covers, even the graphic tee
I’d rather have me a ratchet with a tacky weave than a pageant queen that was in a fashion magazine
Now hand me the cash don’t try and flatter me
I’m just staying active hardly past my peak
You lack a leg to stand on, I had to speak
Laughing at theses amputee’s saying that they ran the streets

[Chorus]
You, you’re mine
My pearl, my shine, oh you

You, you’re mine
My pearl, my shine, oh you

[Verse 1: Chris McClenney]
The portrait of us now, a one way mirror
Silence speaks so loud, you couldn’t be clearer
You’re a thousand miles out, wish we were nearer
I’ll always fight the wave no doubt, forever I’m here cause

[Verse/Pre Chorus]
(I’ll always remember) The butterfly’s when we had our, first kiss in LA
(I’ll always remember) It was summertime and I can feel the heat in the eyes you gave me
Do you remember the promises made to you the first night I stayed
I’ll never surrender, you know together were better
(always remember)

You, you’re mine
My pearl, my shine, oh you
You, you’re mine
My pearl, my shine, oh you

[Bridge/Build up]

[Chorus]
You, you’re mine
My pearl, my shine, oh you
You, you’re mine
My pearl, my shine, oh you

You, you’re mine
My pearl, my shine, oh you
You, you’re mine
My pearl, my shine, oh you

[Outro]
You

You’re my pearl, you’re my, you’re my pearl, you’re my

[Hook]
Pulled up to the scene in that new Range Rover
I was landing first class, you still on that layover
I just fucked your bitch, she keep tryna stay over
Off weed, off lean, I don’t ever stay sober
Rollie all on my wrist, bitch I ball no assist
Smoking weed by the zip, whole squad yeah we lit
Pulled up to the scene in that new Range Rover
Off weed, off lean, I don’t ever stay sober

[Verse 1]
All these cups, all these bottles
All these drugs, all these models
We get to that money nigga can’t nothing stop us
You can do what you want nigga when you know you poppin’
Diamonds they dancing all up over chain
These bitches they see me, they going insane
I take his bitch, I know that he sick
And he can’t do shit cause I know he a lame
I’mma skkrt off in the Range
I just got offered some brain
I’m getting all of this change
My new bitch: she came from Spain

[Pre-Hook]
Flexin’, I be flexin’ and finessin’
They hating, niggas hating, I got them stressed
I’m ballin’, I’ve been ballin’ for a while now
I came up super fast and they wonder how now

[Hook]
Pulled up to the scene in that new Range Rover
I was landing first class, you still on that layover
I just fucked your bitch, she keep tryna stay over
Off weed, off lean, I don’t ever stay sober
Rollie all on my wrist, bitch I ball no assist
Smoking weed by the zip, whole squad yeah we lit
Pulled up to the scene in that new Range Rover
Off weed, off lean, I don’t ever stay sober

[Verse 2]
I ain’t ever sober, super lit, yeah that’s my lifestyle
Fucked a bitch last night, she tryna be my wife now
Niggas hating, try to rob, they see all my ice now
Hitters will be right now, they’ll take your life now
I was broke, now I’m rich, now I could buy any whip
Now I could fuck any bitch, taking hoes on trips
I’m throwing it up how I wanna
I move to LA for the summer
I smoke on the bus, marijuana
I feel like the number one stunna

[Pre-Hook]
Flexin’, I be flexin’ and finessin’
They hating, niggas hating, I got them stressed
I’m ballin’, I’ve been ballin’ for a while now
I came up super fast and they wonder how now

[Hook]
Pulled up to the scene in that new Range Rover
I was landing first class, you still on that layover
I just fucked your bitch, she keep tryna stay over
Off weed, off lean, I don’t ever stay sober
Rollie all on my wrist, bitch I ball no assist
Smoking weed by the zip, whole squad yeah we lit
Pulled up to the scene in that new Range Rover
Off weed, off lean, I don’t ever stay sober

[Intro: Boogie]
Woah, uh, you like my back wood when I got up, yeah yeah
Like a kickback throw that shit crack it ain’t shot up, yeah yeah
You like tacos on a drunk night
You a club night without a dumb fight
You like Roscoe’s on a next day
Skipping all the traffic know the best way
That’s why I..

[Chorus: Boogie + Dana Williams]
Love you like the Westside fingers out the sunroof
Won’t you let your wings loose, look at all your stress fly
Can’t take what’s inside me, even when I’m far away
Love you like the Westside fingers out the sunroof
Won’t you let your wings loose, look at all your stress fly
Can’t take what’s inside me, even when I’m far away
Love you like the Westside

[Verse 1: Boogie + Dana Williams]
Went from no piece now I know peace, yeah yeah
You a good day, you like a hood day with no police, yeah yeah
Now I’m breaking down all the hate, yeah
Leave the smoke clouds full of pain, yeah
Like let it fall and tell Tony Tony Tony that it’s cool if it rain here
Like oh just look at the benefits (look at the benefits)
Uh, despite knowing night your whole life
Know it’s future is bright as the city we living in
Bright like the city we living in
I got your attention now it’s my intention to take all that tension and shit not to mention..

[Chorus: Boogie + Dana Williams]
Love you like the Westside fingers out the sunroof
Won’t you let your wings loose, look at how your stress fly
Can’t take what’s inside me, even when I’m far away
Love you like the Westside fingers out the sunroof
Won’t you let your wings loose, look at how your stress fly
Can’t take what’s inside me, even when I’m far away

[Verse 2: Boogie]
Gotta shoot for your time and I know that you’re used to the vibes
The depth of your stress and the birth of your next oh my God what a beautiful crisis
You know that these girls in LA probably messy as shit so it’s cool that you’re private
You the sight that I see at my side and its crazy you turn round and still give me guidance
That shit so inspiring and I was gon’ say..

[Bridge: Boogie + Dana Williams]
You should give me a tour
I feel so safe in the midst of your war
Claim you and praise you know the city is yours
Ride on your wave, no I’m really sure, I’m really sure..

[Refrain]
Love you like the Westside, fingers out the sunroof
Won’t you let your wings loose, look at how your stress fly
Can’t take what’s inside of me, even when I’m far away

[Chorus: Boogie + Dana Williams]
Love you like the Westside, fingers out the sunroof
Won’t you let your wings loose, look at how your stress fly
Can’t take what’s inside me, even when I’m far away
Love you like the Westside..

[Outro: Dana Williams]
I love you like the Westside
I turned off my cell phone we can stay at home
I turned off my cell phone

[Hook: Tinashe]
I got a text from your ex, boy
She said to look through your texts, boy
I’m not the kind of girl to snoop but I had a feeling to
And now I’m looking for my next boy
See, I got a text from your ex-girl
And she was telling me where you were, last night
I was chilling on my own, thinking you’re alone
You were having sex with your ex-girl
I got a

[Verse 1: Tinie Tempah & Tinashe]
Yeah, one text from my ex
You know I always flex on my ex
You know I got a rep to protect
You know I never let it get to my head (I got a)
No, never gettin’ vexed when you’re wet
My DJ bring his decks on the jet
Came out when you put me on the sofa
I know you wanna get my respect (I got a)
I don’t know why you moved to mess
Point you tryna prove again?
Ah, there you go, gettin’ lose again, but ya
Try win, but you lose again, and ya (I got a)
Hanging ’round those bougie ants
Got girls, but you’re usin’ them
But you’re gettin’ high, gotta lose the chance
Gotta love you long time, but you was a ten

[Hook: Tinashe]
I got a text from your ex, boy
She said to look through your texts, boy
I’m not the kind of girl to snoop but I had a feeling to
And now I’m looking for my next boy
See, I got a text from your ex-girl
And she was telling me where you were, last night
I was chilling on my own, thinking you’re alone
You were having sex with your ex-girl
I got a

[Verse 2: Tinie Tempah & Tinashe]
Life ain’t is what seems to be
Tryna work it out what it means to me
Nowadays everybody want a piece of me
Notorious, south, west and east, yo (I got a)
That’s why I look to seas and the seeker reef
Used to check the Tinie man for the DVD
He and I reminisce sometimes
Peace in east, LA gettin’ lean with Dee (I got a)
I don’t why you moved to mess
Who you are, from who’s your friends, I’ve got
Space for you, and two in the Benz
Ain’t no night stand, if you do it again (I got a)
But now me in amnesia
Brandy or Moësha
After referendums
Yeah, I’ve still got that visa

[Bridge: Tinashe & Tinie Tempah]
I can’t believe you’ve done this
I told you I take no shit
And you were supposed to love me
Then I got a text from your ex
All summer night, reachin’ for nine
On stand by, three sixty five
You get high and you testify
Who’s that girl? You let me lie
All summer night, reachin’ for nine
On stand by, all at a time
You get high, and you testify

[Hook: Tinashe]
I got a text from your ex, boy
She said to look through your texts, boy
I’m not the kind of girl to snoop but I had a feeling to
And now I’m looking for my next boy
See, I got a text from your ex-girl
And she was telling me where you were, last night
I was chilling on my own, thinking you’re alone
You were having sex with your ex-girl
I got a

[Outro: Tinie Tempah]
All summer night, reaching for nine
All summer night, reaching for nine

[Chorus: Austin Mahone]
In the night when the sun goes down
And your wild side comes out
Baby, that’s when you shake it for me
Soon as that door’s shuts
Turn the bed to a club
Baby, that’s when you shake it for me

[Verse 1: Austin Mahone]
Fingers on your clothes, girl
I been thinking that you always worked out
Living in LA now
But I swear you move like you come from the south
When we getting private
You show me tricks you don’t show no one else
I wonder where you learned that
What you just showed me

[Pre-Chorus: Austin Mahone]
Oh I can tell that you’re a pro girl ’cause you do it right
Then you become an other person when I hit the lights
I could’ve sworn you were a dancer in another life
I gotta know, I gotta know

[Chorus: Austin Mahone]
‘Cause in the night when the sun goes down
And your wild side comes out
Baby, that’s when you shake it for me
Soon as that door’s shuts
Turn the bed to a club
Baby, that’s when you shake it for me
And you go up and you come down
You turn around and then you poke it out for me
When you get my love and your body erupt
Baby, that’s when you shake it for me

[Verse 2: Austin Mahone]
Shake it like a tambourine, girl
You see only you do that things you do
In and outta jeans, girl
Makes no difference to me to see you outta tune
It’s gotta be magic
Some type of illusion, baby
I wonder where you learned that
What you just showed me

[Pre-Chorus: Austin Mahone]
Oh I can tell that you’re a pro girl ’cause you do it right
Then you become an other person when I hit the lights
I could’ve sworn you were a dancer in another life
I gotta know, I gotta know

[Chorus: Austin Mahone]
‘Cause in the night when the sun goes down
And your wild side comes out
Baby, that’s when you shake it for me
Soon as that door’s shuts
Turn the bed to a club
Baby, that’s when you shake it for me
And you go up and you come down
You turn around and then you poke it out for me
When you get my love and your body erupt
Baby, that’s when you shake it for me

[Verse 3: 2 Chainz]
(Yeah, 2 Chainz]
Turn the bedroom to a nightclub
I got idea, yes a light bulb
Then I lay back, let you get on top
See if you can join the bike club
First you told me you don’t like clubs
Unless you see it’s the right one
Outta all the girls that left
I’m starting to think you’re the right one
We make a movie and sequel
We don’t need siskle and eber
I’m like an eagle that’s eager
I turn to a beast when I need you
Wait ’til the dark when I see you

[Chorus: Austin Mahone]
‘Cause in the night when the sun goes down
And your wild side comes out
Baby, that’s when you shake it for me
Soon as that door’s shuts
Turn the bed to a club
Baby, that’s when you shake it for me
And you go up and you come down
You turn it around and you girl you poke it out for me
When you get my love and your body erupt
Baby, that’s when you shake it for me

Lyrics Gucci Mane – Know me

Know me!
It’s Gucci!

Like they know meee
Now they scream my name like they know me
Now they scream my name like they know me.

I ain’t LA reek
But this dope is epic
This ain’t LA weed
This shit came from Texas
My whip game fast and furious
Pack gone in 60 seconds
My jewelry whirlpooling
It broke a world record
Say I’m a heart throb
She’ll make a girl record
Don’t turn that door knob
Might see your girl naked
I think I’m David Beckham
In them low top Giuseppes
I’m Gucci Westbrook
They don’t know how to check em
You know a .. niggas
But I need the lion’s share
Standing over Versace sofas
Call it the lion chair
Say what you say, shorty
Gucci don’t play, shorty
Got all this ice on
And it’s a day party.

I been running plays Kyrie Irving
I treat all my bitches like I’m Goldie
Now they scream my name like they know me
Now they scream my name like they know meee
I put them on cane now they owe me
Now they scream my name like they know meee
Now they scream my name like they know meee.

World stars for your television
They know I’m popping paparazzi with me
Hugh Hefner that’s 100 bitches
Good life I ain’t ever switching
Yeah, counting money with the Cubans
Your old bitch, went and used her
Your new bitch, still a groupie
Say she f*cking with a movement
This type of sauce I’m cooking in the kitchen
I got some 90s on me, I’m drippin’
Bring that to the table then you leash it
I had to cross them over, they was reaching
This shit was made for the money, Prada
That bag you talking about, went and got it
That nigga, touchdown, took a few losses
Like a quarterback with no watchers.

I been running plays Kyrie Irving
I treat all my bitches like I’m Goldie
Now they scream my name like they know me
Now they scream my name like they know meee
I put them on cane now they owe me
Now they scream my name like they know meee
Now they scream my name like they know meee.

I been running plays Kyrie Irving
I treat all my bitches like I’m Goldie
Now they scream my name like they know meee
Now they scream my name like they know meee
Now they scream my name like they know meee
Now they scream my name like they know meee
Now they scream my name like they know meee
Now they scream my name like they know meeeee.
Gucci Mane lyrics
Video me

[Intro]
Uh-uhm-uhm
Yeah

[Verse 1: Goldlink]
Had to go to LA for the winter
Had to vibe out, Just caught a tour to the (?)
Real nigga talk slick to ya
Told ya bring your girlfriend, tell her take her friends too
Telling Hollywood kinda weird
You don’t really like it but you gotta play the (?)
Yeah met ya last June
By next June we will (?) and fuck now
Fell in love at the wrong time
Spent a night at my high rise
Or hit me late on my hotline
Telling me you miss my homies and your mama cry
Late night you’re my boo thing, yeah
You’re my (?) with the blue thing, yeah
All praise to the most high leader
Dipped off in the heels (?)
[Hook: April George]
Girl you’re gone now
And oh baby
Don’t call me, don’t call me no more
Girl you’re gone now
And oh baby
Don’t call me, don’t call me no more

[Verse 2: Goldlink]
Went back to the homeland
Had to tell the niggas what I did in your hometown
Everybody know we probably woulda made it last
But there you go, started tripping never hit me back
Real nigga went back to the pimping
Started getting groovy with the women I was hitting
Got a gold chain and a nose ring
And a new watch, no tick but I always been a thug
Black boy with a black fade, yeah
Got that when you did things
You was fucking and you did dirt too
We was talking but you never hit my phone booth
Moved up and I feel good shit
Roll palm trees and I made a hand for ya
Billboards around the city with your face on it
But they ain’t never really know what you been through
Stay dancing where the hoes at, huh?
Why your homies gotta go down, huh?
I ain’t trip when I see you (?) dance at a show back in Feb
You trip but we don’t talk much
Girl you got me fucked up
Real nigga gotta get it when he fucked up
Fake niggas like a new man
Just a little side joint
Always been a side joint
Alright joint

[Hook: April George]
Girl you’re gone now
And oh baby
Don’t call me, don’t call me no more
Girl you’re gone now
And oh baby
Don’t call me, don’t call me no more

[Hook: April George]
Girl you’re gone now
And oh baby
Don’t call me, don’t call me no more
Girl you’re gone now
And oh baby
Don’t call me, don’t call me no more