Young Thug – Terrorist Lyrics



(Wheezy beats) Hey! [Intro]
Lil Jamez
Times Thugger
Times Pablo, Esocobar
Udigg? [Chorus: Young Thug & Lil Jamez]
They done brought the [?] out
Bring the tools out
911, bring the tools out
Brrr, brrr, brrr, bring the tools out
Bitches running, chase like cars when we pull out
Me and [?] fucked some twins and we ain’t pull out
You ain’t no killer lil nigga, take the good route
I’m in the slums goin’ dumb, I brought the hood out
[Verse 1: Young Thug]
My bitch just say she love me but I do the most
I got these bitches on a jet
They goin’ from coast to coast
I do my thing, I drink my Ac’
I drink it by the dose
I lean until I fall asleep and I done wrecked the Ghost
I’ma make all this shit worth, yeah
[?], yeah
I got family that need, yeah, yeah
My momma want all new teeth, yeah
Step up to the line, I bet I could D, yeah
[?], yeah
I done stumbled upon lots of millions
Told the bitch to park and I can be there
Fuck court, fuck an FTA
I’m sharper than a bitch
[?]
I got Bob Marley in my brief case
She suck the dick and she can’t breathe, aye
[?] to the DJ
I’m flying private, I don’t know Delta
And a hundred racks in the brief case
[Chorus: Young Thug & Lil Jamez]
They done brought the [?] out
Bring the tools out
911, bring the tools out
Brrr, brrr, brrr, bring the tools out
Bitches running, chase like cars when we pull out
Me and [?] fucked some twins and we ain’t pull out
You ain’t no killer lil nigga, take the good route
I’m in the slums goin’ dumb, I brought the hood out
[Verse 2: Lil Jamez]
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
I be in the hood, I can’t stop the flexing
Aye, I be with some killers, ain’t no fuckin’ yes men
Aye, when I hit the hood just know I got my best friends
Hold up, Thugger, what that is? That’s my Smith & Wesson
Boy I go dumb in the city, honestly running the city
Boy I got weed, I got bitches
It’s [?] the city
Lost so many homies, I’m numb to the city
Ain’t no flexing, I got killers and some drummers with me
I had some friends, I shook ’em off
They weren’t 100 with me
Lil bitch, you ain’t my bitch, keep it 100 with me
Audemar rose gold cost me 150
Tag his toe [?] hit him with 150
And your diamonds looking fu’, my shit is looking pissy
[Chorus: Young Thug & Lil Jamez]
They done brought the [?] out
Bring the tools out
911, bring the tools out
Brrr, brrr, brrr, bring the tools out
Bitches running, chase like cars when we pull out
Me and [?] fucked some twins and we ain’t pull out
You ain’t no killer lil nigga, take the good route
I’m in the slums goin’ dumb, I brought the hood out
[Verse 3: Hoodrich]
[Chorus: Young Thug & Lil Jamez]
They done brought the [?] out
Bring the tools out
911, bring the tools out
Brrr, brrr, brrr, bring the tools out
Bitches running, chase like cars when we pull out
Me and [?] fucked some twins and we ain’t pull out
You ain’t no killer lil nigga, take the good route
I’m in the slums goin’ dumb, I brought the hood out



Lil Reese – Circle Tight Lyrics



[Intro]
Drama time
[Chorus]
Gotta keep this circle tight (circle tight, tight)
Watch out, niggas, gon’ hate (gon’ hate)
Can’t believe you turned fate (turned fate)
But why I put my trust up in a nigga, when he gon’ switch lanes (ew)
My brothers love them gun thangs (gun thangs, brrrah!)
Stay at it ’til it’s your time to send, that’s what they told me (that’s what they told me)
That’s what they told me (that’s what they told me), they never sold me (they never sold me)
That soft shit, I weep that, yeah, nigga, I peaked then (I peaked then, I peaked then)
[Verse]
Ain’t singin’ songs, I ain’t sayin’ shit, I pull up in the stain, bitch
Fuck around, pull a mean hit, fuck around, get you and your whole team hit
All my niggas with me on that same shit, my niggas, we on that gang shit (gang)
And if you ain’t on the same shit, nigga, get tired of sayin’ it
Rock out with the niggas I came with, whole lotta Glocks in this bitch, we bang shit (bang shit)
You get chains quick, tryna get a milli, I need it, bitch
Now, I do this and tryna get clout (clout)
That’s the easiest way to get to G.O.A.T (goat)
Kept his ass, put that pole up in his mouth (in his mouth?)
I’m like, “fuck nigga, what’s that sneezing shit about?” (what’s this about?)
This niggas want me, damn, they don’t like to run they mouth (they mouth)
These niggas want me, they grew up in my momma’s house (momma house)
[Chorus]
Gotta keep this circle tight (circle tight, tight)
Watch out, niggas, gon’ hate (gon’ hate)
Can’t believe you turned fate (turned fate)
But why I put my trust up in a nigga, when he gon’ switch lanes (ew)
My brothers love them gun thangs (gun thangs, brrrah!)
Stay at it ’til it’s your time to send, that’s what they told me (that’s what they told me)
That’s what they told me (that’s what they told me), they never sold me (they never sold me)
That soft shit, I weep that, yeah, nigga, I peaked then (I peaked then, I peaked then)



MadeinTYO – TAKE ME BACK ON THE HIGHWAY Lyrics



[Intro]
Take me back
Take me back on the highway
3000 goin’ [?]
You’re my queen, you excite me
I’m your king, in a driveway
Know I’m always trippin’, and you’re always there for me
You’re always tripping, but I’m always on the [?]
I’m always on the road now
[Chorus]
Take me back on the highway
Take me back, take me back
Take me back, okay
I’m gone all day but I’ll be right back
Take me back, take me back
Take me back on the highway
Take me back, take me back on the highway
Take me back, take me back
Take me back on the highway
[Bridge]
Tell me, am I wrong am I [?]? Don’t trat me like no [?]
[?] switch positions
[Chorus]
Take me back on the highway
You’re my queen, you excite me
3000 goin’ [?]
Take me back, take me back
Take me back on the highway
Take me back on the highway
Take me back, take me back
Take me back on the highway
Take me back on the highway



Lil Tracy – I got da juice i got da sauce Lyrics



[Intro]
Yeah, damn I feel like Soulja Boy with all this juice, man
I feel like a damn rockstar with all this sauce nigga, you feel me
[Chorus]
I got the sauce, I got the juice, yeah
Aye, I got the sauce, I got the juice, yuh
Look, I got the sauce (juice), I got the juice (sauce), I got the sauce, I got the juice (juice)
[Verse]
You tryna’ fuck a bitch, I’m tryna’ get rich
Tryna’ upgrade my wrist
Tryna’ upgrade my wrist
Tryna’ upgrade my wrist
I stepped inside the room, niggas looking pissed
Smoking boof, smell like someone pissed
Why yo’ bitch acting like she need some dick, aye
Why yo’ bitch acting like she need some dick, aye
Yuh, she gon’ lick my bracelet, aye
Yuh, Shawty nasty doing tricks, aye (Ugh, aye)
Yuh, Now she telling her best friend, yeah
Aye, I’ma fuck her and her best friend, aye
[Chorus]
Got the sauce, I got the juice (juice), I got the sauce (sauce), I got the juice (juice), I got the sauce (juice), I got the juice (juice)
Yeah, I got the sauce (juice), I got the juice (sauce), I got the sauce (juice), I got the juice (sauce), I got the sauce (juice), I got the juice (juice)
[Verse]
I got the juice, I feel like OJ da juiceman
I’ma fuck a bitch I met off Instagram
Aye, niggas don’t like me wait til’ I get those bands, aye
Yuh, I’ma make my wrist match my rims, yuh
Look, I’ma make my wrist match my rims, yuh
Aye, I got the juice, I got the sauce, I got the juice, I got the sauce, I want a stomach like Rick Ross (stomach like Rick Ross, yuh)
I wanna floss like Mike Jones
Candy paint wrist same color bubblegum, aye, yuh
Yuh, got the sauce, got the juice, I got the sauce, I got the juice, bitch
[Outro]
Got the sauce, I got the juice, I got the sauce, I got the juice, I got the sauce, I got the juice, aye
Yuh, got the sauce, got the juice, got the sauce, got the juice, yuh, aye, yuh



Eric Bellinger – Innocent Lyrics



[Intro]
Hey yeah
Hey yeah
Hey yeah, ooh
Hey yeah
This gon’ be your, favorite song
[Verse 1]
Don’t know about these other hoes but my lil’ baby she innocent (Eazy)
My lil’ baby she innocent (Yeah)
My lil’ baby she innocent (Woo)
Them other girls ain’t even close, my lil’ baby she she killing ’em (Yeah)
My nigga I bet a billion (Sheesh)
Fuckbois she ain’t into them no
Yeah
[Pre-Chorus]
Always believed it’d be this way (On God)
I stay on my shit all night, all day (You know it)
Plus me and you we ain’t the same
[Chorus]
Yeah I know you got a girl
A young girl, that don’t know what she want, no
But see me I got a woman (Woman)
And she innocent (Innocent)
‘Till we intimate, oh woah, oh oh
And she innocent
She ain’t worried ’bout no other niggas, she innocent (Yeah)
Everytime she say she at the crib, she innocent (Oh woah, oh)
I ain’t worried ’bout shit, it’s evident, she innocent
That’s my baby
[Verse 2]
(That my bae, that my heart)
I fell so hard, she [?] my fall
She drive with me, we been through it all
And when I’m looking in her eyes
I can tell she tell no lies, man I swear
[Pre-Chorus]
Always believed it’d be this way (On God)
I stay on my shit all night, all day (You know it)
Plus me and you we ain’t the same
[Chorus]
Yeah I know you got a girl (A young girl)
A young girl (yeah), that don’t know what she want, no
But see me I got a woman (Woman)
And she innocent (Innocent)
‘Till we intimate, oh woah, oh oh
And she innocent
She ain’t worried ’bout no other niggas, she innocent (Yeah)
Everytime she say she at the crib, she innocent (Oh woah, oh)
I ain’t worried ’bout shit, it’s evident, she innocent
That’s my baby
[Verse 3]
That’s my baby, that’s my lover
Long as I could breathe, she won’t need no other
That’s my baby and my baby’s mother
Innocent
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Innocent, ooh woah
[Outro]
Yeah
Slow it down
Just like that
It’s Eazy
YFS like that
[?]
[?]



Doja Cat – Tia Tamera Lyrics



[Intro: Doja Cat]
Woah, woah, woah, woah, woah
Woah, woah, woah, woah, woah
Woah, woah
[Chorus: Doja Cat]
Hair grow long like Chia
Money go long like Nia
I am the big idea
My twins big like Tia
My twins big like Tia, Tamera (Uh, wait)
Tia, Tamera (Uh, wait)
Tia, Tamera (Uh, wait)
Tia, Tamera
Hair grow long like Chia
Money go long like Nia
I am the big idea
My twins big like Tia
My twins big like Tia, Tamera (Uh, wait)
Tia, Tamera (Uh, wait)
Tia, Tamera (Uh, wait)
Tia, Tamera
[Verse 1: Doja Cat]
They said “Doja hit so sticky,” I said, “Thank you very much”
Bent the whole world over and said, “Spank you very much”
Cheese like pizzeria, have a seat bitch, please, Ikea
From the Westside like Maria, I’m hot like grits, Madea
Beat the pussy up call PETA, I rock the boat like Aaliyah (Ayy)
I rock a bob like Sia (Ayy), Doja on deck, bitch, re-up (Okay)
Thick in thigh, thick in the waist
Thick in the right motherfuckin’ places
Hits like Venus, Serena (Ayy)
He wanna eat up the caesar (Ayy)
Bonita, bonita, bonita (Ayy)
Baby girl needed the wiener (Ayy)
Dug in the guts and I skeet her (Ayy)
Arena, arena, arena (Hey)
I’m in the hall, Regina
I’m on the wall at Genius
I am the wiz, the teacher
Skinny legend like Wiz Khalifa (Woo)
[Chorus: Doja Cat & Rico Nasty]
Hair grow long like Chia
Money go long like Nia
I am the big idea
My twins big like Tia
My twins big like Tia, Tamera (Uh, wait)
Tia, Tamera (Uh, wait)
Tia, Tamera (Uh, wait)
Tia, Tamera
Hair grow long like Chia
Money go long like Nia
I am the big idea
My twins big like Tia
My twins big like Tia, Tamera (Uh, wait)
Tia, Tamera (Rico, uh, wait)
Tia, Tamera (Rico, uh, wait)
Tia, Tamera
[Verse 2: Rico Nasty]
They said, “Rico, you so nasty,” I said, “Thank you very much” (Yeah)
He just wanna eat me like some candy, but I’m not his buttercup
These hoes swear that they can’t stand me, but ain’t never pullin’ up (Um)
I just made a hundred K in two weeks, lil’ bitch, do you need me to pull it up? (Duh)
Big black trucks and we pullin’ up (Bitch)
She drank so much, now she throwin’ it up
But we don’t give a fuck, we still rollin’ it up
I got a lot of money, but a lot ain’t enough
Park where I want, they ain’t towin’ us (Bitch)
I-I make the jokes, you ain’t trollin’ us (Bitch)
My neck is on ice, you ain’t cold as us
And when we hop out, yeah, you know it’s us
My-my chopper sing like Sia (Sia)
Make a bitch sick, diarrhea (Ew)
Dressed in all black, grim reaper (Bitch)
Don’t act like you can’t see us (Yeah)
Ride-ridin’ in a foreign, no Prius
He keep callin’ my phone, Nokia
So I put the nigga on speaker
If you got a problem, better speak up
[Chorus: Doja Cat]
Hair grow long like Chia
Money go long like Nia
I am the big idea
My twins big like Tia
My twins big like Tia, Tamera (Uh, wait)
Tia, Tamera (Uh, wait)
Tia, Tamera (Uh, wait)
Tia, Tamera
Hair grow long like Chia
Money go long like Nia
I am the big idea
My twins big like Tia
My twins big like Tia, Tamera (Uh, wait)
Tia, Tamera (Uh, wait)
Tia, Tamera (Uh, wait)
Tia, Tamera



Lil Tracy – HALO Lyrics



[Chorus]
I promise I’ll ride for you till’ I die
I get paid every time I step outside
Money doesn’t make you happy I thought that was lie
Till’ I got big bucks, then my friends switched up
Woke up next to a girl I met at the club
Remember waking up to you and thinking you were the one
Hate all you want but please don’t touch
Say all you want I don’t give a fuck
[Verse]
I know life’s hard right about now
This world is meant to break you down
Live everyday like it’s my last
I get cash, I slap it on her ass
Bought that girl a skirt and then I bought that girl a bag
Skrt skrt skrt Tracy pulled up in a jag
Never had a job I got more money than your dad
I could buy my bitch a ass
But she don’t need that
How does my heart beat through this pain
I fell in love with money and diamond rings
I’m a demon with a halo, No sleep and I’m stacking my bankroll
I’m a demon with a halo, No sleep and I’m stacking my bankroll
I’m a demon with a halo, No sleep and I’m stacking my bankroll
[Chorus]
I promise I’ll ride, for you till’ I die
I get paid every time, I step outside
Money doesn’t make you happy I thought that was lie
Till’ I got big bucks, then my friends switched up
Woke up next to a girl I met at the club
Remember waking up to you and thinking you were the one
Hate all you want but please don’t touch
Say all you want I don’t give a fuck



Ace Hood – Count On Lyrics



[Intro]
Made up my mind a way long time ago
Sure you wrong
Yeah, sure you wrong
The way I’m tryna go
Made up my mind and made some-yeah
[Chorus]
Made up up my mind and made some changes a long time ago (Woo)
Everyday I wake I’m takin’ steps the way I’m tryna go (Woo)
I told my girl let’s take a break and have some time alone (Some time alone)
I mix the ganja with the Hen, I’m tryna find the zone (To find the zone)
Lets get that hate up out’cho heart or you may die alone
You put some real ones in your circle that won’t tell you wrong
And when we down in the fourth, I’m who they countin’ on (Who they countin’ on)
It’s a breath of fresh air, I’m who they waitin’ on (They waitin’ on)
[Verse 1]
Do you love me or you love me not? (Love me not)
Tippy-toein’, I prefer he keep it G from jump (Uh huh)
Fuck a foreign, shit get borin’ what they speakin’ ’bout
Unlucky people I keep distant, they gon’ leech a lot
Don’t gain no world, but lose your soul but ain’t gon’ preach about it
See I’m the shit, they try to box me like a Porta Potty (Uh uhh)
I’m in that drive, I got this drip, the shit here mesmerizin’
I got that girl that’s in my dreams, it ain’t no fantasizin’
She talkin’ dirty on my line, I’m tryna vandalize it
She say I’m sexy and her panties wet, she think about it
She hit my line ’cause she’s surprised about that bank deposit (Bank deposit, that bank deposit)
[Chorus]
Made up up my mind and made some changes a long time ago (Woo)
Everyday I wake I’m takin’ steps the way I’m tryna go (Woo)
I told my girl let’s take a break and have some time alone (Some time alone)
I mix the ganja with the Hen, I’m tryna find the zone (To find the zone)
Lets get that hate up out’cho heart or you may die alone
You put some real ones in your circle that won’t tell you wrong
And when we down in the fourth, I’m who they countin’ on (Who they countin’ on)
It’s a breath of fresh air, I’m who they waitin’ on (They waitin’ on)
[Verse 2]
I go up and I go wait, no one’s safe up in this bitch bitch
Hit that J then I escape to different place that don’t exist
In my mind I write these lines, I’m exercising my lil’ gift
We may rock and we tilt, ain’t no sinkin’ on this ship
We got favor on our life
I got coolers with that ice
I ain’t budgin’ on my price
I can’t buy into that hype
We go wrong then we get right
You don’t give, then they get tight
You ain’t real, you ain’t there
I’m in that field every night
Get my girl, ’cause that my dawg, in them walls all night
Call my lawyer in the mornin’, bought them bags, alright
Hit the gym and I refocus, I got love and I got life
Do my best to keep my word, I did my work to get these stripes
[Chorus]
Made up up my mind and made some changes a long time ago (Woo)
Everyday I wake I’m takin’ steps the way I’m tryna go (Woo)
I told my girl let’s take a break and have some time alone (Some time alone)
I mix the ganja with the Hen, I’m tryna find the zone (To find the zone)
Lets get that hate up out’cho heart or you may die alone
You put some real ones in your circle that won’t tell you wrong
And when we down in the fourth, I’m who they countin’ on (Who they countin’ on)
It’s a breath of fresh air, I’m who they waitin’ on (They waitin’ on)
[Outro]
Who they waitin’ on
I’m on who they waitin’ on
Who they waitin’ on
Yeah, I’m who they waitin on
Nation, that’s who they waitin’ on
[?], that’s who they waitin’ on
Be patient, yeah, you keep patient, holmes
The nation, that’s what they waitin’ on



Eleni Foureira – Triumph Lyrics



This one’s bringing down the house
Down, down, down the house
Girls and queens and in betweens
In mini skirt, skinny jeans
If you’re with me let me hear you scream
Scream, scream like a queen
[Pre-Chorus]
We’re turning off our telephone
‘Cause we can party all night long
And no, no one can tell us no
We’ll do what we want
We’ll play this game in our own way
And treat life like a holiday
Show the world we’re here to stay
Keep going strong
[Chorus]
This one’s for all my girls, ladies who run the world
You know what you deserve
Together we’ll triumph
This one’s for all my girls, ladies who run the world
You know what you deserve
Together we’ll triumph
[Post-Chorus]
Together we’ll triumph
We’re turning off our telephone
‘Cause we can party all night long
And we’re about to steal the show
We triumph
We live like we’re on holiday
It ain’t your problem anyway
And all the girls can ride the plane
We triumph
[Verse 2]
This is it, now’s the time
Time for them to see us shine
We’re about to cross the line
Cross, cross, cross the line
You beauty queens from silver screens
Cover girls from magazines
Let’s fulfill our wildest dreams
Wil-wil-wildest dreams
[Pre-Chorus]
Show the goddess underneath
Wear your heart up on your sleeve
We might go down in history
As we shake down this town
Let’s be who we were meant to be
Get our R-E-S-P-E-C-T
And if you feel the same as me
Then sing it out loud
[Chorus]
This one’s for all my girls, ladies who run the world
You know what you deserve
Together we’ll triumph
This one’s for all my girls, ladies who run the world
You know what you deserve
Together we’ll triumph
[Post-Chorus]
Together we’ll triumph
We’re turning off our telephone
‘Cause we can party all night long
And we’re about to steal the show
We triumph
We live like we’re on holiday
It ain’t your problem anyway
And all the girls can ride the plane
We triumph
Together we’ll triumph [Verse 1]
Young and old, gather ‘round
Have you ever my latest sound?



Young M.A – Thotiana (Remix) Lyrics



It’s MA, it’s Red Life baby
OOOUUU [Intro]
Red life baby
Suu whoop
[Verse 1]
I keep a bad bitch not a catfish (okay)
My last bitch, left her in the past tense (okay)
Thotiana, real name Tatiana (okay)
Body like Rihanna but she not Rihanna (no way)
I make the pussy wet she need a mopi-ana (oooh)
When she bust down make her butt sound like a Glock-iana
She love it when I eat the boxi-iana (oooh)
Make her body jerk, legs lock-iana (oooh)
I beat the pussy then I beat the block-iana (beat it)
‘Cause bitch I gotta get back to the guap-iana (beat it)
She my trap queen call her Trapiana (oooh)
And we strap-iana never like the honor
I hit her from the back she got the fatty on her (oooh)
She can turn a bad day into a happy hour (ayy)
And she got that coochie oochie wallie wallie (ayy)
And my shmoney dance then I catch her body (shmoney)
Me you and Hennessy do not try me (try me)
I just wanna put my face in that punani (brrr)
We don’t love Headphanie we don’t love no thotties (nope)
She put my name on it she my walking ID (oooh)
Kill the kitty now she a walking zombie (okay)
Make the pussy drip drip drip drip like a IV
OOOUUU Thotiana half-savage half-primadonna (ahh)
I don’t want the check if I don’t see a comma (no-no)
When I see her pussy I see the Bahamas
You wanna cry in a Bentley you’ll cry in Honda
You want the steak and lobster or you want McDonald’s
Bitch make a choice ’cause it’s either either
She said she sticking with a nigga like Benihanas (yeah)
Paparazzi taking pictures of us
A nigga said she should’ve duck quicker Lori-ana (Ooooh I see you baby)
I told her put the hoodie on I was tryna hide her
Homie tricking on her I just bought her flowers (facts)
Before I buy a bitch I need to know her mileage
50K or more she a thotiana (yeah she a thot)
And every nigga drive her, no, no, no that’s a nada (no no)
We ain’t buying Gucci, we ain’t buying Prada (no no)
Let’s get it!



Eric Bellinger – No Games Lyrics



[Intro: Eric Bellinger]
Playa–
This that true shit, yeah
Playa-playa shit only
Oh-oh, yeah
It’s Eazy! Hol’ up
[Verse 1: Eric Bellinger]
You say you love me (You do)
But you quick to end shit, yeah
I don’t pretend, nah
True ’till my end, so
Keep it one thousand (Keep it a stack with me)
And I’ll always be honest
Girl, if my phone is out of reach, I’ll call you just to tell you
Don’t need your location, I’m not here to trail you
[Pre-Chorus: Eric Bellinger]
Wave caps and A tracks, kicking game since way back (Way back)
Rather be by myself (For real)
[Chorus: Eric Bellinger]
No games (No games, no)
Baby, no games (No games, no)
No games (No games)
‘Cause I don’t play
I need all or nothing
Ain’t no if’s, and’s, but’s, when’s
I’ll shut ’em down (Down)
Yeah (Yeah, yeah)
[Post-Chorus: Eric Bellinger]
When they hit my phone, they could leave it at the tone (They could leave)
I’m leaving, I’m alone (They could leave)
I leave ’em all alone (They could leave it, yeah)
When they hit my phone, they could leave it at the tone (They could leave)
I’m leaving, I’m alone (They could leave)
I leave ’em all alone (Oh no)
[Verse 2: Brittany B]
Push my buttons (Yeah)
Quick way to finish up
I got a [?]
Don’t won’t let you end us
‘Cause you got my end (Got my own cash)
So money can’t buy me, yeah
And if you’re loving kinda weak, damn right, I’m gonna tell you
Roses really smell like bullshit, I can smell you
[Pre-Chorus: Brittany B]
Wave caps and A tracks, kicking game since way back
Rather be by myself (Oh-woah-oh–oh-woah)
[Chorus: Eric Bellinger]
No games (No games, no)
No games (No games, no)
No games (No games)
‘Cause I don’t play
I need all or nothing
Ain’t no if’s, and’s, but’s, when’s
I’ll shut it down (Watch me shut ’em down, oh)
[Post-Chorus: Eric Bellinger w/ Brittany B]
When they hit my phone, they could leave it at the tone (They could leave)
I’m leaving, I’m alone (They could leave)
I leave ’em all alone (They could leave it, yeah)
When they hit my phone, they could leave it at the tone (They could leave)
I’m leaving, I’m alone (They could leave)
I leave ’em all alone (Oh no)



Sevyn Streeter – I Owe You Lyrics



[Intro: Sevyn Streeter]
I-I-I-I
I-I-I-I
I-I
I
I owe you
I owe you
I owe you
I owe you
I owe you
I owe you
[Verse 1: Sevyn Streeter]
I was so closed off the from world, I wasn’t worried
You came and changed my world around
Changed my world around
And I was so over everybody steady takin’ advantage of my kindness
Takin’ it for weakness
[Chorus: Sevyn Streeter]
All I wanna say is, “I owe you”
I owe you
I owe you
Baby, I owe you
And all I wanna say is, “I owe you”
I owe you
I owe you
[Verse 2: Jeremih]
I
The way you throw it, girl, you know that you my favorite
Wake up on her naked, cookin’ bacon
Give you everything, a little extra room
Flexin’ all that ass, you know it’s extra swole
Throw it back like-throw it back like retro
Runnin’ back, I run it back to the end zone
You treat a nigga good
I don’t think that I would ever let go
I might give you head more than your headphones
Turned that-turned that pussy like the fed phone
Ain’t no game we play right now-gon’ play right now
Wish M.I.A would sing right now-she sing right now
[Chorus: Sevyn Streeter & Jeremih]
And all I wanna say is, “I owe you”
I owe you, yeah
I owe you
Baby, I owe you
I owe you
And all I wanna say is, “I owe you”
I owe you
I owe you
I owe you



Bob Marley & the Wailers – Rat Race (Live) Lyrics



(Oh, what a rat race)
(Oh, what a rat race)
(Oh, what a rat race)
(This is the rat race….rat race)
Some a-lawful
Soma a-bastard
Some a-jacket
Oh, what a rat race
Rat race
Some a-gorgon
Some a-hooligan
Some a-guinea-gog
In this here rat race, yeah
Rat race
I’m saying
When the cat’s away
The mice will play
Political violence fill your cities, yeah
Don’t involve rasta in your say-say
I’m saying, rasta don’t work for no C.I.A
Rat race
Rat race
Rat race, yeah
Rat race
I’m saying
When you think it’s peace and safety
A sudden destruction
Collective security, for surety, yeah
Don’t forget your history
Or your destiny
In the abundance of water, the fool is thirsty
Rat race
Rat race
Rat race
Rat race
Oh, it’s a disgrace
To see the human race
In a rat race
Rat race
You got the horse race
You got the dog race
You got the human race
But, this is a rat race
Rat race
Some a chicken
Some a scratch it
Some a bunch it
Some a bastard
In this here rat race
Rat race



Young Chop – Together Lyrics



[Chorus]
Let’s get this shit together
Let’s get this shit together
Let’s get this shit together
Let’s get this shit together
Let’s get this shit together
Let’s get this shit together
Let’s get this shit together
Let’s get this shit together
Let’s run it up, we getting money today
We pulling up, either a Bentley or Wraith
Niggas be hiding, they don’t wanna see my face
Got mob ties, I pay a killer to [?]
Let’s get this money together
Let’s get this money together
Let’s get this money together
Let’s get this money together
Let’s get this money together
Let’s get this money together
Let’s get this money together
[Verse]
Is you serious
I got the bag and I get the bag bitch is you curious
I had to go run up a sack nigga yeah I’m serious
Yeah I done found my swag yes these niggas be stealing it
I done did so much drugs yes I’m going numb to the shit
Shoot a fuck nigga in his face, I don’t remember what happened
Niggas be switching sides that shit be killling me
I’m in it for the [?] bitches you gon [?] with me
All bullshit to the side bitch is you gon die for me
Coz we get that money today
Get out my motherfucking face
I got the Glock on my waist
Gucci shades on gotta block out the hate
Niggas be bitches got feminine ways
Put a fuck nigga right in his place
That’s how I feel today
I’m chasing that bag
I’m back in the race
[Chorus]
Let’s get this shit together
Let’s get this shit together
Let’s get this shit together
Let’s get this shit together
Let’s get this shit together
Let’s get this shit together
Let’s get this shit together
Let’s get this shit together
Let’s run it up, we getting money today
We pulling up, either a Bentley or Wraith
Niggas be hiding, they don’t wanna see my face
Got mob ties, I pay a killer to [?]
Let’s get this money together
Let’s get this money together
Let’s get this money together
Let’s get this money together
Let’s get this money together
Let’s get this money together
Let’s get this money together



Lil Tracy – I Could Fuck All My Exes Lyrics



Yeah
Yuh, yuh
I could fuck all of my exes, yuh
I could fuck all of their best friends
I can fuck all of my exes
I can fuck all of their best friends
Niggas jealous on my necklace
Tryna message all my exes
I’m just tryna get a Lexus
So I’m flexin’ n’ finessin’
Flexin’ n’ finessin’, yah
I can fuck all of my exes
My main bitch too precious
Lil mama, ain’t dressin’
I’m leavin’ my pants, yuh
Pants ’em from Paris, yuh
Girl [?] she’s parents
She said she like what I’m wearin’
Used to be a little nigga, yuh
Tracy got a lot bigger, yuh
Fuck niggas, I switched up, ay
Don’t be mad, if I don’t pick up, yeah
I’m prolly on the road, yeah
You’re prolly a hoe, yeah
I’m choosin’ all my hoe, ay
I’m choosin’ all my old hoe
I can fuck all of my exes, yuh
I could fuck all of their best friends
But I learned my lesson
My new bitch Cinderella
Think she forbidden as rella
You smoking girls more better, yuh
Glocks in the [?]
Niggas think they clever
I can fuck all of my exes
I can all of their best friends
Niggas jealous on my necklace
Tryna message all my exes
I’m just tryna get a Lexus
So I’m flexin’ n’ finessin’
Tryna pull up in a Lexus, yuh
That’s why you know that I’m flexin’
Black in the day you was flexin’, ay
Now I’m ignoring your texts, yah
If I bring to this mansion
Girl will be your ex bitch, yah
I could fuck all of my exes, yuh
But I live in the present, yuh