Ice Cube – Don’t Bring Me No Bag Lyrics



Uhh, Nick
Yo, nigga, what up? Oh, nothin’
Why you come to this motherfucker so early all the time, man? [Verse 1]
Trap or die, that’s a lie, niggas fry or testify
Superfly, get super high, jigga boo shit, supersize
Niggas do shit and justify
You can do shit and get euthanized
I could do shit, that’s no surprise
Serve your ass, two piece and fries
[Chorus]
Ain’t ’bout to count no money, ain’t sellin’ no dope
Don’t bring me no bag, I want a envelope
Ain’t ’bout to count no money, nah, ain’t sellin’ no dope
Don’t bring me no bag, I want a envelope
[Verse 2]
You niggas high as fuck (High as fuck), got slow reaction
I done sobered up (Sobered up) and I’m down for action
And I fuck you up (Fuck you up), if you come ’round askin’
Don’t try to play me (Try to play me) like I’m Anglo-Saxon
You a mouse in a trap house, I’m a dog in a cat house
I’m comin’ like Harriet Tubman, you comin’ like Harry the drug man
Some niggas don’t give a fuck, man, ’bout they own people sufferin’
Talkin’ ’bout that they strugglin’, made somethin’ from nothin’
[Chorus]
Ain’t ’bout to count no money, ain’t sellin’ no dope
Don’t bring me no bag, I want a envelope
Ain’t ’bout to count no money, nah, ain’t sellin’ no dope
Don’t bring me no bag, I want a envelope
[Verse 3]
I’ma kill me a dope dealer
I’ma douse me a trap house
Who let the dogs out? I’ma make niggas crawl out
I’ma make niggas call out to Jesus and they momma (Jesus and they momma)
Right before they vomit (Before they vomit) blood out they stomach (Blood out they stomach)
This for my auntie, she smoked your shit daily
And this’ll make you crumble, yeah, just like it did my uncle
And this’ll make you meet your maker, understand that he’s the baker
Got your ass on the slab now you the dope for the undertaker
[Chorus]
Ain’t ’bout to count no money, ain’t sellin’ no dope
Don’t bring me no bag, I want a envelope
Ain’t ’bout to count no money, nah, ain’t sellin’ no dope
Don’t bring me no bag, I want a envelope
[Outro]
Don’t bring me no bag
Don’t bring me no bag
You-you a mouse in a trap house, I’ma dog in a cat house
You-you a mouse in a trap house, I’ma dog in a cat house
You-you a mouse in a trap house, I’ma dog in a cat house
You a mouse in a trap house, I’ma dog in a cat house [Intro]
Hey man, get the door
These mother fuckers think it’s CVS around this bitch
Tell him we ain’t ’bout that shit
[Interlude: Menace II Society (1993): Chauncy & Nick]
Yo, who is it? You-you said 1 o’clock
I don’t give a fuck what I said, nigga
I don’t get out the bed before two-thirty
Don’t come through this motherfucker so early next time, nigga
Understood
Let’s see what’chu got
[Chorus]
Ain’t ’bout to count no money, ain’t sellin’ no dope
Don’t bring me no bag, I want a envelope
Ain’t ’bout to count no money, nah, ain’t sellin’ no dope
Don’t bring me no bag, I want a envelope
[Bridge]
Ain’t no disrespect (disrespect), well maybe it is
Ain’t no trappin’ here (Trappin’ here), well look here now, bitch
Ain’t no Oxycontin (No oxycontin), no coke or no thizz
Have you forgotten (You forgotten) who the fuck that I is?



Ice Cube – Fire Water Lyrics



Fuckin’ wit’chy’all niggas, tear in your drawers
This fire water put hair on your balls
This is a rebel without a pause
With three hoes like Santa Clause
Know all the pimp codes and the bylaws
Got enough paper, I could buy y’all
At the Bayou, I could buy you
Walkin’ ’round here with a slave IQ
Better get smart or it’s déjà vu
Back in the dark, nigga, chained to the ark, nigga, fuck
[Chorus]
Fire water
I got that fire water
The shit I spit will get you lit
I got that fire water
The shit I spit will get you lit
I got that fire water
Too much salt, too much sugar
Too much smoke and too much liquor
The good life, I’ma die of the good life
I’ma die of the good life
[Verse 2]
How I do it is lighter fluid
Think you fly? [Intro]
A lot of people wonder how they gon’ die
How’m I gon’ die? Louis chest hairs
Who wanna ball with the California bears? Might wake up and fuckin’ eat ya
Can hardly see ya ’cause of my shine
I’m legally blind
I’m outta my mind
Study my rhyme, I got the equation for any occasion
Black, white, brown, red, purple, or Asian
My fire water keep folks ablazin’
I got some shit that’ll burn your stomach
Make you vomit, the dogs atomic
Please don’t try to mix this with chronic
Niggas won’t believe that you seen a comet, no
[Chorus]
Fire water
I got that fire water
The shit I spit will get you lit
I got that fire water
The shit I spit will get you lit
I got that fire water
Too much salt, too much sugar
Too much smoke and too much liquor
The good life, I’ma die of the good life
I’ma die of the good life
Too much salt, too much sugar
Too much smoke and too much liquor
The good life, I’ma die of the good life
I’ma die of the good life
Too much salt, too much sugar
Too much smoke and too much liquor
The good life, I’ma die of the good life
I’ma die of the good life
Fire water
Fire water
The shit I spit will get you lit
Fire water
The shit I spit will get you lit
Fire water
I got that fire water
I got that fire water
I got that fire water
I got that fire water It’s the cyclops with the eye drops
Fuck these thots and Goldilocks
Bitches wanna go and drink all a nigga porridge
Don’t ask me for a piece of pizza
Fold my arms and say, “Bye Felicia”
Why the fuck you messin’ with the creature? Here’s how I think I’ma go
[Chorus]
Too much salt, too much sugar
Too much smoke and too much liquor
The good life, I’ma die of the good life
I’ma die of the good life
Fire water
Fire water
The shit I spit will get you lit
Fire water
The shit I spit will get you lit
Fire water
Too much salt, too much sugar
Too much smoke and too much liquor
The good life, I’ma die of the good life
I’ma die of the good life
[Verse 1]
I’m a animal, my splif’s flammable
This is Hannibal, I’m a cannibal
It’s understandable you think I’m studio
But when we leave the studio, nigga, you’s the hoe
Niggas lose your hoe, like usual
Bitch is beautiful, what she with you for? When Hiawatha drank my fire water said sayonara to his lonely daughter
Fire starter, mister arson
South Central Compton next to Carson
Rips are rippin’, dogs are barkin’
Guppies all move over, let the shark in
Blood in the water, cuz in the water
Need to get out, nigga, was it a slaughter? It’s Mardi Gras every time I’m with my players
Alcohol all in the air
I run this shit, I am the mayor
You a crazy bitch, Princess Leia
Don’t’cha know my truth is a dare? Will it be a bullet wound? Put a spider to it
Come down heavy, Isaac Newton
While y’all talkin’, I be shootin’
Most of these artists be prostitutin’
Gangsta shit, I wrote The Constitution
Bitch ass nigga, what’s your contribution? Will they die at the hands of the police? Hatin’ on shit ain’t a revolution
Change this shit, fuck the lootin’
West side riders, I’m recruitin’
God is a teacher, I’m the student
Don’t bite the apple, I’m rebootin’
Back to the pen and pad
Back to the pen and paper
Niggas wanna catch the vapors but they on respirators
Always on elevators
Always dressed like the Raiders
Always on my way to Vegas
[Chorus]
Fire water
I got that fire water
The shit I spit will get you lit
I got that fire water
The shit I spit will get you lit
I got that fire water
Too much salt, too much sugar
Too much smoke and too much liquor
The good life, I’ma die of the good life
I’ma die of the good life
[Verse 3]
My best wares?



Ice Cube – On Them Pills Lyrics



Do you believe in me? He should be too embarrassed to even walk back through this mother fucker
When he-when he comes down, [?]
It can’t be that fuckin’ crazy to come outside and do some shit like this
He’s off some [?] shit
[Chorus]
Them niggas on them pills
Them bitches on them pills
Poppin’ shit is why they can’t pay they bills
They be sweatin’, they need gills
Fuck that chronic smoke, they want them chemicals
Them niggas on them pills
Them bitches on them pills
Poppin’ shit is why they can’t pay they bills
They be sweatin’, they need gills
Fuck that chronic smoke, they want them chemicals
[Verse 1]
Uh, you’s a drugstore cowboy
Everything you put in your mouth look like a Altoid
Crazy ass niggas love a bitch named Molly
Passed out on the floor, go and get a dolly
I saw your boy-boy in the street butt naked
Wormin’ up and down 122nd
His momma tried to stop him and them youngsters had to mob ’Em so cops tried to pop ’em but them bullets couldn’t drop ’em
Damn
[Chorus]
Them niggas on them pills
Them bitches on them pills
Poppin’ shit is why they can’t pay they bills
They be sweatin’, they need gills
Fuck that chronic smoke, they want them chemicals
Them niggas on them pills
Them bitches on them pills
Poppin’ shit is why they can’t pay they bills
They be sweatin’, they need gills
Fuck that chronic smoke, they want them chemicals
[Verse 2]
Baby, if you feelin’ horny, take two of these and wake up in the mornin’
With a nigga snorin’, you don’t even know
And his half cousin and his little bro
Damn, are you a hoe from Idaho? Dame más gasolina
Dame más gasolina
Do you believe me now? No Hell yeah, especially off that chemical
Them fuckin’ drugs’ll take you to that pinnacle
Drop you in the snow with it ten below
[Chorus]
Them niggas on them pills
Them bitches on them pills
Poppin’ shit is why they can’t pay they bills
They be sweatin’, they need gills
Fuck that chronic smoke, they want them chemicals
Them niggas on them pills
Them bitches on them pills
Poppin’ shit is why they can’t pay they bills
They be sweatin’, they need gills
Fuck that chronic smoke, they want them chemicals
[Verse 3]
He thizz and got them Oxycontin
Got them front teeth all rotten
Viagra mixed with ecstasy is the reason for your latest pregnancy
You the Joker off that Heath Ledger
I’ma smoker her (Why?) ’cause weed’s better
You niggas start to panic when you off that Xanax
Drownin’ in the gutter, you think it’s the Atlantic
[Chorus]
Them niggas on them pills
Them bitches on them pills
Poppin’ shit is why they can’t pay they bills
They be sweatin’, they need gills
Fuck that chronic smoke, they want them chemicals
Them niggas on them pills
Them bitches on them pills
Poppin’ shit is why they can’t pay they bills
They be sweatin’, they need gills
Fuck that chronic smoke, they want them chemicals
[Outro]
My name is Jesus Christ, I just discovered that today
My name is Jesus Christ and I did not-yes, I asked for this
I was a thirsty bitch and I made a deal with the devil, sir
But I’m gonna hit a lick, okay? Do you believe in Jesus Christ? [Intro]
Now where’s the [?] at? I won’t let you in then, bitch
‘Cause I joined the other side
I joined the other side! Yeah? You do?



Ice Cube – Bad Dope Lyrics



[Chorus]
Bad dope (bad dope, bad dope)
I’m like a bad drug
I’m a bad drug about to fuck you up
Bad dope (bad dope, bad dope)
(There’s no prescription to this addiction)
I’m like a bad drug
(Just a dope face decision, sleep with the pigeons)
I’m a bad drug about to fuck you up
Bad dope (bad dope, bad dope)
(There’s no intervention to this prevention)
I’m like a bad drug
(My incision will separate you from your pension)
I’m a bad drug about to fuck you up
Bad dope (bad dope, bad dope)
(Takin’ you to the E.M.S.)
I’m like a bad drug
I’m a bad drug about to fuck you up
Bad dope (bad dope, bad dope)
[Verse 1]
If you fuck with me, I’m like some headache weed
I’m like your favorite dope mixed with antifreeze
I’ll attack your brains, I’ll collapse your veins
Have you actin’ strange like a dog with the mange
Worse than cocaine, it’s that Kurt Cobain
Make you go insane, make your world go bang
There’s no prescription for my encryption
There’s only addiction to this non-fiction
[Chorus]
Bad dope (bad dope, bad dope)
I’m like a bad drug
I’m a bad drug about to fuck you up
Bad dope (bad dope, bad dope)
I’m like a bad drug
I’m a bad drug about to fuck you up
Bad dope (bad dope, bad dope)
I’m like a bad drug
I’m a bad drug about to fuck you up
Bad dope (bad dope, bad dope)
I’m like a bad drug
Bad dope
I’m a bad drug about to fuck you up
Bad dope
[Verse 2]
Don’t even start, boy, I’ll get you sparked
Make you lose all your shit, now you livin’ at the park
Crackheads are blackheads
Meth heads are left dead
Bitches on that bad dope, heard they give the best head
Oh, shit, bad trip, battery acid
Now you lookin’ old as fuck, face made of plastic
I serve you, way towards you, pay for it with face sores
Now you walkin’ around skin like alligator
[Chorus]
Bad dope (bad dope, bad dope)
I’m like a bad drug
I’m a bad drug about to fuck you up
Bad dope (bad dope, bad dope)
I’m like a bad drug
I’m a bad drug about to fuck you up
Bad dope (bad dope, bad dope)
I’m like a bad drug
I’m a bad drug about to fuck you up
Bad dope (bad dope, bad dope)
I’m like a bad drug
Bad dope
I’m a bad drug about to fuck you up
Bad dope
[Verse 3]
Grip it, hit it
Vomit, shit it
Smoke it, choke it, bitch, poke it
Dirty needle, mosquito, I can fly like a beetle
I’m the Beatles, I am Tito
I am Michael, think I’m psycho
On them pills, in them hills ridin’ on that motorcycle
Crazy nigga, let me hit it, gotta have it ‘fore I stab it
Silly rabbit, snatch and grab it
I got a fuckin’ habit
Steal from momma, pills from momma
If I die, send the bill to momma
I ain’t shit, never be Obama
Dope head, nigga, never be Obama
[Chorus]
Bad dope (bad dope, bad dope)
I’m like a bad drug
I’m a bad drug about to fuck you up
Bad dope (bad dope, bad dope)
I’m like a bad drug
I’m a bad drug about to fuck you up
Bad dope (bad dope, bad dope)
I’m like a bad drug
I’m a bad drug about to fuck you up
Bad dope (bad dope, bad dope)
I’m like a bad drug
Bad dope
I’m a bad drug about to fuck you up
Bad dope
[Outro]
There’s no intervention, just prevention
My incision will separate you from your pension
I’m takin’ you to the abyss
Drag you under, drown you



HRVY – I Don’t Think About You Lyrics



[Verse 1]
I’m not thinkin’ ’bout if you’re home alone
Walkin’ ’round in my old t-shirt
I’m not thinkin’ ’bout if you’re out with friends
Tryna act you when you flirt
I’m not thinkin’ ’bout if when I walk out
You’ll be standin’ at my door
And, out of all the things I do
[Chorus]
I don’t think about you, no, no
I don’t think about you, oh no
I don’t think about all the things that we’ve been through
Don’t remember who broke up with who
Don’t think about you, ohh
But I know you do
[Post-Chorus]
Yeah, I know you do, ahh
[Verse 2]
I don’t care about all the promises
That eventually you broke
I don’t care about all the words that you never say
Stuck in your throne
I don’t care about if you’re sorry now
And you’re waitin’ by the phone
And, out of all the things I do
[Chorus]
I don’t think about you, no-oh
I don’t think about you, oh no
I don’t think about all the things that we’ve been through
Don’t remember who broke up with who
Don’t think about you, ohh
But I know you do
[Post-Chorus]
Oh-ohh
Yeah, I know you do-uhh
I know you do
Oh-oh
[Chorus]
Yeah, I don’t think about you, wouh-ohh
I don’t think about you, ohh
I don’t think about all the things that we’ve been through
Don’t remember who broke up with who
Don’t think about you, ohh
But I know you do
[Post-Chorus]
Ahh, yeah, I know you do-uhh
I know you do
Yeah, I know you do-uhh
But I still love you



Davido – Wonder Woman Lyrics



If na play, make you stop am
As I no dey take am oh
Cause I be bad sharp guy
I no dey fake am oh wo wo
Eh! [Pre-Chorus]
Shey na you wey go near my bae
You no dey fear face oh (fear face oh)
When no be say you don kuri
Abi you chop craze oh wo wo? No be Marykay or Blackup (Eh)
[Hook]
Shey make I wire wire
If na pounds or na dollar dollar
I go send you figure wey you go manya manya
Where your swag go near me
Me I go run am oh
(go run am oh)
Say make I wire wire
If na pounds or na dollar dollar
I go send you figure wey you go manya manya
Where swag go near me
Me I go run am oh
(I go run am oh)
[Pre-Chorus]
Shey na you wey go near my bae
You no dey fear face oh (fear face oh)
When no be say you don kuri
Abi you chop craze oh wo wo (got my goons all there)
If na play, make you stop am
As I no dey take am oh (got my goons all there)
(Ye) Cause I be bad sharp guy and
I no dey fake am oh wo wo
[Chorus]
With my baby, my wonder woman
(my baby) (Eh)
A super woman
(my baby o)
O With my baby, my wonder woman
(my baby) (Eh)
A super woman
(my baby)
My special woman oh wo wo
[Bridge]
Olobe lo loko
(soko yo ko to)
Awon bi nu bi nu, tun wi
Wani mo je fo shoko
(shoko yo ko to)
Olo be lo loko
(soko yo ko to)
Awon bi nu bi nu, tun wi
Wani mo je fo shoko
(shoko yo ko to)
[Hook]
Say make I wire wire
If na pounds or na dollar dollar
I go send you figure wey you go manya manya
Where your swag go near me
Me I go run am oh
(go run am oh)
Shey make I wire wire
If na pounds or na dollar dollar
I go send you figure wey you go manya manya
Where your swag go near me
Me I go run am oh
(I go run am oh)
Ye! [Chorus]
With my baby, my wonder woman
(my baby) (Eh)
A super woman
(my baby o)
O With my baby, my wonder woman
(my baby) (Eh)
A super woman
(my baby)
My special woman oh wo wo
[Verse 1]
See my guy (shokoyokoto)
Take a chill pill oh (chill out)
This my baby na the real deal oh (yes sir)
No be the one wey you fit steal oh (shokoyokoto)
No be the ones wey dey rush you oh
My baby no dey wear bum oh (chee)
As she dey so
Na follow come oh
All photo no be photoshop oh (shokoyokoto)
Fine girl! [Chorus]
With my baby; my wonder woman
(my baby)
A super woman
(my baby)
O With my baby; my wonder woman
(my baby) (Eh)
A super woman
(my baby)
My special woman oh wo
Strings mix [Pre-Chorus]
Shey na you wan go near my bae
You no dey fear face oh (fear face oh)
When no be say you don kuri
Abi you chop craze oh wo wo? (Eh) If na play make you stop am
As I no dey take am oh
Ye
Cause I be bad sharp guy
And I no dey fake am oh wo wo
Eh! [Intro]
Shey na you wan go near my bae
Bae (bae bae)
Teekay Witty
Go near my bae
Bae (bae bae)
Ye!



Gucci Mane – Father’s Day Lyrics



[Intro]
Wop, brr
You are the mirror of my—
Wop
[Verse 1]
Rollin’ like a mothafucka, high as a kite
Like a hooker in church, I’m sweatin’ like a bitch
Lit like a wick, sharp as a tick
Don’t slip on the drip, 10K on the kicks
Metro on my beat, Guwop from the East
So play if you want, get shot in the teeth
I cop new time pieces, a million at least
I cop ’em in threes, a million a piece (Well damn)
I’m jumpin’ the list for the car that you wish
Deep-dish rims that I bought from the fish
My arm in the pot, I’m cookin’ the dish
I’m workin’ my move, I’m twistin’ my wrist
[Chorus]
I fathered the style, gave you all the wave
But I didn’t get nothin’ for Father’s Day
But I was the one servin’ all the J’s
I was the one cookin’ all the yay
I fathered the style, gave you all the wave
But I didn’t get nothin’ for Father’s Day
But I was the one servin’ all the J’s
I was the one cookin’ all the yay (It’s Gucci)
[Verse 2]
Pick your face up, stop droolin’
Haters on my page, not trollin’ (Wizzy)
Took the girls out, no golden (Huh)
Call me red carpet, shorty, I’m posin’ (Wop)
Nigga knowin’ damn well he can’t hold me (No)
Plug limit old me, I paid him (Yeah)
Told him, “Thank you” ’cause it was a favor
Thank God ’cause he showed me favor (Lord)
Trap God, now I got all flavors
Won my Vanguard lifetime achievement
I ain’t showed the whole world I’m resilient
Hell, all these rappers my children (Yeah)
Brick factory, I breed villains (True)
Told my young niggas it’s no ceilin’ (Huh)
God willin’, run you up a billion (God)
Fuck feelings, run to the millions (Wop)
[Chorus]
I fathered the style, gave you all the wave (Day)
But I didn’t get nothin’ for Father’s Day (Posse)
But I was the one servin’ all the J’s
I was the one cookin’ all the yay
I fathered the style, gave you all the wave (Day)
But I didn’t get nothin’ for Father’s Day (Posse)
But I was the one servin’ all the J’s
I was the one cookin’ all the yay (It’s Gucci)



Shoreline Mafia – Moving Work Lyrics



[Verse 1: Fenix Flexin]
I make money, break money, can’t no nigga take from me
Boy, you broke, all my niggas stay stuntin’
I’m with Rob Vicious, we’re not chasin’ no bitches
We been chasin’ the chicken, my niggas run up the digits
We everything that you isn’t, my niggas handle they business
We not fakin’, no snitchin’, I put my trust in no bitches
We up in the kitchen, saran wrappin’ and sippin’
Heard that pussy nigga dissin’, ‘nother chop for the victim
I’m a dope dealer, road runner, Fenix got the pour comin’
Robbin’ niggas, poor runnin’, fuck around and blow somethin’
I been in the trap but a nigga makin’ show money
Hatin’ ass broke lil’ niggas makin’ no money
[Verse 2: Rob Vicious]
I know why you niggas hate me, ’cause I never punched a clock
I still ride with thirty-eights, my lil’ homie love them Glocks
Bitch, they call me Robbie Vicious ’cause I’m vicious in the pot
Went from sellin’ junkies smoke to richest nigga on the block
I got problems
Niggas steady talkin’, but you niggas don’t want drama (Nah)
Pull up on you tweakin’, shootin’ pistols at your mama
I still pop them pills and sip that lean and smoke Bascama
Might fuck your baby mama for drama (Gang)
Pull up, fire fire fire, them shots is rippin’ out the llama
Sucks when niggas die and it ain’t even ’bout no commas
Work a nine to five and you won’t even spend a dollar
I grind for me and mine, that’s why these kicks on me Prada
Went from robbin’ niggas to shippin’ my brother product
Niggas talkin’ crazy, that’s what got the party shot up
He got up, and bled on the stretcher, so they just dropped him
Who shot him? that fifty gon’ bless him for talkin’ ’bout us
[Chorus: Ohgeesy]
Flippin’ work, sippin’ dirt
She gon’ ride, I’m gon’ hit in reverse
She been practicin’ and she rehearse
And I’m a pussy killer, leave it in a hearse
[Verse 3: Ohgeesy]
Two sixes, that’s a Desert, I do shit you niggas doesn’t
Poured it up with my lil’ cousin, I was there, you niggas wasn’t
In the trap, in the back, with the MAC, ain’t no cap
I just did a sixteen, I ain’t talkin ’bout no rap
Pop a seal, smoke some kill, get some head while I chill
Pop a bean with some lean, do it all for a thrill
You work nine to fives, I want ninety-five mils
So I keep pushin’ pills, ridin’ ’round with that steel
[Chorus: Ohgeesy]
Flippin’ work, sippin’ dirt
She gon’ ride, I’m gon’ hit in reverse
She been practicin’ and she rehearse
And I’m a pussy killer, leave it in a hearse
Flippin’ work, sippin’ dirt
She gon’ ride, I’m gon’ hit in reverse
She been practicin’ and she rehearse
And I’m a pussy killer, leave it in a hearse



Shoreline Mafia – Bathing Ape Lyrics



[Intro: Ohgeesy]
Bathing Ape, on my clothes (On my clothes)
I get face, from all these hoes (All these hoes)
In the Wraith, I’m pourin’ fours (Pourin’ fours)
In the spot, you know we tote them
Ron-Ron, do that shit
AceTheFace
[Chorus: Ohgeesy]
Bathing Ape, on my clothes
I get face, from all these hoes
In the Wraith, I’m pourin’ fours
If I’m in the spot, you know we tote them poles
Bathing Ape, on my clothes
I get face, from all these hoes
In the Wraith, I’m pourin’ fours
If I’m in the spot, you know we tote them poles
[Verse 1: Ohgeesy]
Bathing Ape, I rock FTP ski
BB belt, ain’t no way you can’t see me
Drip so hard, all these niggas wanna be me
I don’t got time, don’t care you wanna see me
She a ho but she giving out them freebies
See them 304’s don’t do that shit to me, see
I go upside her head, this movie ain’t no PG
I go upside her head, this movie ain’t no PG
I’m rated R, just bought a car
She like, “Who you think you is?” Bitch, I’m a star
Stuck off a bar, higher than Mars
Told a nigga pull up but I said, “You kinda far”
I can serve the cocaine, I can serve the tar
But them pressed pills, that’s what got a nigga far
Fuck the rap game, what I wanna sell is raw
Fuck the rap game, what I wanna sell is raw
[Chorus: Ohgeesy]
Bathing Ape, on my clothes
I get face, from all these hoes
In the Wraith, I’m pourin’ fours
If I’m in the spot, you know we tote them poles
Bathing Ape, on my clothes
I get face, from all these hoes
In the Wraith, I’m pourin’ fours
If I’m in the spot, you know we tote them poles
[Verse 2: Fenix Flexin]
Damn, the plug walked in and it’s me, nigga
Swear I got enough bread to eat for three niggas
We ain’t fuckin’ ‘less this bitch gon’ bring a fee with her
I’ll be screamin’, “Free my niggas,” ’til they free nigga
I’m a dopeboy, I stack money from the floor, boy
Oh boy, caught this nigga at the store, boy
I poured a four then scraped the bowl, I’m tryna get all the extras
I’ma get her off the molly, keep it real, she a tester
I’ma go and hit the stove, I cook it up like professors
When I pour it out the pint you know I don’t have to measure
Niggas talkin’ crazy, I ain’t feelin’ the pressure
I’ma send another note, I picked it up and went neck-up
Niggas wanna beef, to keep it real, it’s whatever
Niggas wanna slide, I hope you came with some extras
I’ma fuck his bitch, but it’s for money, no pleasure
Baby, wash your hands, this is Burberry leather
[Chorus: Ohgeesy]
Bathing Ape, on my clothes
I get face, from all these hoes
In the Wraith, I’m pourin’ fours
If I’m in the spot, you know we tote them poles
Bathing Ape, on my clothes
I get face, from all these hoes
In the Wraith, I’m pourin’ fours
If I’m in the spot, you know we tote them poles



Shoreline Mafia – Molly Water Lyrics



Like oh, for real? Because I’m ’bout to hit it (I’m ’bout to hit it)
This a throwaway, lil’ bro just caught a body with it (Body with it)
This a twenty ounce, I’m ’bout to throw some Quali’ in it (Throw some Quali’ in it)
I ain’t friendly with no nigga, I ain’t fuckin’ with these bitches (Nah)
The only time I’m runnin’ when I’m runnin’ up these digits (Digits)
Boy, I’m really ballin’, I don’t need to run a scrimmage
Come and get it
Worth your life, then you dyin’ ’bout them niggas (Come and get it)
Don’t be mad, nigga, you ain’t got no Franklins (Why?)
They done went and locked the door so niggas breakin’ in (Breakin’ in)
She gon’ let me do whatever, ain’t no faith in him (Never)
Captain save a bitch, let’s go and get a cape for him (Damn)
[Chorus: Fenix Flexin]
I put a molly in my water, then I drink it up (Drink it up)
Best believe he got a pistol if he came with us (Best believe he got it)
Make you find out ’bout your bitch because y’all breakin’ up (Y’all breakin’ up)
If it’s beef, I hope you ready, we gon’ shake it up (Bitch)
I put a molly in my water, then I drink it up (Ayy)
Best believe he got a pistol if he came with us (If he came with us)
Make you find out ’bout your bitch because y’all breakin’ up (Y’all breakin’ up)
If it’s beef, I hope you ready, we gon’ shake it up (Why?)
[Verse 2: Ohgeesy]
Missed FaceTime, and it’s from your bitch
I be steady gettin’ face in the, in the whip
In the party with a hundred niggas, we hella thick
Everybody got a pistol and an extended clip
We gon’ shake this shit up if a nigga wan’ trip
Hundred rounds on the blower, she gon’ suck a hundred dicks
Molly all in my water and my dick all in your bitch
You be steady on the phone but we steady in the crib
And she steady talkin’ shit, like, “My nigga, he a bitch”
She a ho, but you love her, all you niggas is a trip
And she steady talkin’ shit, like, “My nigga, he a bitch”
She a ho, but you love her, all you niggas is a trip
Had to sneak my shorty in ’cause he needed to be older
Lil’ nigga 17 but he keep the biggest blower
We was thinkin’ y’all was goals ’til we found out she a go-er
Now we laughin’ at the fact that you niggas even post her
Pistol grip on my shit, I’m a thirty round toter
Big Wock’ to the coke, have you ever seen a boulder? [Intro]
Ron-Ron, do that shit
[Chorus: Fenix Flexin]
I put a molly in my water, then I drink it up (Drink it up)
Best believe he got a pistol if he came with us (Best believe he got it)
Make you find out ’bout your bitch because y’all breakin’ up (Y’all breakin’ up)
If it’s beef, I hope you ready, we gon’ shake it up (Bitch)
I put a molly in my water, then I drink it up (Ayy)
Best believe he got a pistol if he came with us (If he came with us)
Make you find out ’bout your bitch because y’all breakin’ up (Y’all breakin’ up)
If it’s beef, I hope you ready, we gon’ shake it up (Why?)
[Verse 1: Fenix Flexin]
This your mans? Come and get him, ’cause he ’bout to get it (‘Bout to get it)
This your bitch? I got money on my mind and a chip on my shoulder
She don’t know how to sell the pussy, I’ma have to show her
[Chorus: Fenix Flexin]
I put a molly in my water, then I drink it up (Drink it up)
Best believe he got a pistol if he came with us (Best believe he got it)
Make you find out ’bout your bitch because y’all breakin’ up (Y’all breakin’ up)
If it’s beef, I hope you ready, we gon’ shake it up (Bitch)
I put a molly in my water, then I drink it up (Ayy)
Best believe he got a pistol if he came with us (If he came with us)
Make you find out ’bout your bitch because y’all breakin’ up (Y’all breakin’ up)
If it’s beef, I hope you ready, we gon’ shake it up (Why?)



Kodak Black – Testimony Lyrics



Now, I done overcame so much obstacles
Came up from up under so much rocks and shit
Even though I be out here schemin’ like a demon semen
I know I’m God-sent
This gotta be God
[Verse 1]
I’m God-sent, like He sent me up so I can relay these messages
Like He use me as his vessel, like He use me as an instrument
They locked me in a box, they hate how God just keep on blessin’ me
They locked me in a box, I pray to God this ain’t my destiny
I don’t drink no lean, I’m sippin’ on holy water like this my medicine
I’m a livin’ testimony, every album like a testament
Everything I went through made me who I am ’cause he be testin’ me
So I’m breakin’ bread with all my fam ’cause I don’t take no ecstasy
I done sacrificed my niggas ’cause none of my niggas see the best in me
They want me slingin’ metal like the Devil, but I’m Heaven-sent
My brother, my mother, and Alex fuck my daddy ’cause he neglected me
I’m 20 years old, but I act like I been here before, like I’m a veteran
He speak this shit through me like I’m a prophet, but I’m a reverend
Put my blood, sweat and tears in all these lyrics ’cause this my Exodus
I’m dyin’ so I can live, so I can live, I resurrected it
I’m dyin’ so I can live, so I can live, I resurrected it
[Chorus]
Ayy, blood in my eyes, I’m goin’ blind, oh
Stuck in these streets, feel like my life froze
I’ve been runnin’ these streets, got me dehydrated
I’ve been livin’ so crazy, feel like I’m dyin’, baby
Blood in my eyes, I’m goin’ blind, oh
I’m stuck in these streets, feel like my life froze
I’ve been runnin’ these streets, got me dehydrated
I’ve been livin’ so crazy, feel like I’m dyin’, baby
[Verse 2]
I just shot a nigga, now I can’t sleep
My brother, he just washed me down with bleach, oh
Project baby, snotty nose, head peezy
Now everybody ’round the world tryna be me
Miss my niggas, hope they see me on the TV
I’m on Instagram showin’ off my VV’s
You won’t understand that this wasn’t easy
I been walkin’ ’round with my head peezy
Shot a nigga, took a shower with the bleach, Yahweh
Mama, I fell victim to the streets, I’m sorry
I’m in middle school; sellin’ weed in the hallway
I was skippin’ school, got in beef, started robbin’
Jackboy, that’s my G, we like Batman and Robin
God, I know you lookin’ out for me through the darkness
[Chorus]
Blood in my eyes, I’m goin’ blind, oh
Stuck in these streets, feel like my life froze
I’ve been runnin’ these streets, got me dehydrated
I’ve been livin’ so crazy, feel like I’m dyin’, baby
Blood in my eyes, I’m goin’ blind, oh
I’m stuck in these streets, feel like my life froze
I’ve been runnin’ these streets, got me dehydrated
I’ve been livin’ so crazy, feel like I’m dyin’, baby [Intro]
I’m God-sent, I know I’m God-sent
I swear ‘fore God
You know what I’m talkin’ ’bout?



Shoreline Mafia – Pressure Lyrics



Why she naked on my niggas, man? Ayy, ayy
[Chorus: Fenix Flexin]
If the club wanna book me, I need twenty or better
If a nigga wanna book me, he gon’ meet this Beretta
What you gon’ do when we put on that pressure? (Hey), when we put on that pressure
Got a couple charges in the back of the Tesla
I only hit it once and now she thinkin’ she special
[Verse 2: Ohgeesy]
Uh, I put the press on these niggas, ayy
Used to sell the press to these niggas, man
I don’t dress like these niggas, man
That’s your ho? I know these niggas broke, why don’t you get you some cheddar? Ayy, put that pressure on (That pressure on)
Tried to dap, he took a stretcher home (Stretcher home)
Ayy, the upper echelon
You ain’t talkin’ money, you Rosetta Stone [Intro: Fenix Flexin]
Pull some of that bass out, Bruce
Club wanna book me, I need twenty or better
He gon’ meet this Beretta
What you gon’ do when we put on that pressure? Smokin’ dope, spent a thousand dollars all on my jeans
When you poppin’, hella poppin’, you can do all these things
Yeah, ayy, you can do all these things
When you poppin’, hella poppin’, you can do all these things
[Chorus: Fenix Flexin]
If the club wanna book me, I need twenty or better
If a nigga wanna book me, he gon’ meet this Beretta
What you gon’ do when we put on that pressure? (Put on that pressure)
Yeah, huh? Ayy, put that pressure on (That pressure on)
Tried to dap, he took a stretcher home (Stretcher home)
Ayy, the upper echelon
You ain’t talkin’ money, you Rosetta Stone
[Verse 1: Fenix Flexin]
I know these niggas snitchin’, know these niggas tellin’ (I know they tellin’)
You hang around with pussies, all my niggas felons (All my niggas felons)
He try to run up on me, I’ma bust his melon (Bust his melon)
She said that pussy mine, I said we finna sell it (Finna sell it)
The more money you get, the more these niggas jealous (Niggas jealous)
You ain’t gotta like it, nothin’ you can tell us (You can tell us)
I just spilled some lean on these Mike Amiris (Mike Amiris)
I just popped a bean, got up out my feelings (Pop a bean)
Crazy how this money change the people around
I just popped another seal, I’m finna smoke out the pound
I’m empty all the bullets, now I’m cleanin’ ’em down
We gon’ get this nigga gone and we won’t make a sound (Shh)
I know this nigga pussy, I’ma give him some rounds
I know I hit it better, girl, your nigga a clown
I’ma hit it how he couldn’t, yeah, I’m beatin’ it down
And I know this nigga know it, bet it’s eatin’ him now
[Chorus: Fenix Flexin & Ohgeesy]
Hmm, now, yeah, hey, I need twenty or better
If a nigga wanna book me, he gon’ meet this Beretta
What you gon’ do when we put on that pressure? Look, I’m gettin’ paid like twenty or better
She wanna fuck on me just ’cause I get her wetter
Screamin’ out, “Stop it,” baby girl, I ain’t gon’ let it
I’m screamin’ out, “Free my niggas,” free that young nigga Ketchup
I been rollin’ hella hard, I been poppin’ them Teslas
I been rollin’ hella hard, I been poppin’ them Teslas
Damn, I been poppin’ them beans
I been poppin’, hella poppin’, what the fuck do you mean? I know these niggas broke, why don’t you get you some cheddar?



Astrid S – Closer lyrics



Closer, pulling me closer
Closer, I want you closer
Tell her, tell her that it’s over
Now we’re closer
Closer
So I’m keeping my eyes off you
When she put her hands on you
But later that night we do it again
I’m keeping my mind off you
When she got her body on you
But later that night we do it again
Closer, pulling me closer
Closer, pulling me closer
Closer, I want you closer
Tell her, tell her that it’s over
Now we’re closer
Closer
Tell her, tell her that it’s over
Now we’re closer
Closer In the beginning you were a stranger
But my outlines were drawn to the danger
And once I had taste of your flavour
Mhm, closer
So I’m keeping my eyes off you
When she put her hands on you
But later that night we do it again
I’m keeping my mind off you
When she got her body on you
But later that night we do it again
Closer, pulling me closer
Closer, I want you closer
Tell her, tell her that it’s over
Now we’re closer
Closer
I think we both know that you should tell her
Kiss of my perfume is still on your sweater
This is the last time
It’s for the better
Mhm, closer
Walking that door
When every part of me is reaching for you
With no apology
I know everybody hurts
But this base makes it worse
What can I do to have you again?



KYLE – Hey Julie lyrics



Lil Boat
KYLE and Lil Boat
[Chorus: Lil Yachty]
Hey Julie, heard you got that wet, wet, wet
Something for my neck, neck, neck
Hey Julie, heard you got that drip, got that drip
Something for my wrist, for my wrist
Hey Julie
Ooh, hey Julie
[Verse 1: KYLE]
(I got it, I got it, I got it, I got it)
Yeah, hey Julie, heard you got that drip, drip, drip, drip
Yeah, something for my wrist, wrist, wrist, wrist
Paparazzi sound like flick, flick, flick, flick (Flick flick, flick flick)
Nikon, I’m an Icon like Will Smith kid, yeah
Me and Yachty, that’s a layup
My old life, hasta luego
Woah, I told Spanish mami, vete aqui, woah
Yeah, gold in my mouth, I don’t talk cheap (No)
Yeah, these bitches used to make fun of my teeth (Woo)
Now they crusty, AC busted, house 100 degrees, ha
Yo, that’s fucked up, but oh well, she’s an asshole
Told her no sweat, she can chill in my castle
This shit was so fire, Yachty had to run it back though
‘Bout to write a chain off on my tax though
[Chorus: Lil Yachty]
Hey Julie, heard you got that wet, wet, wet
Something for my neck, neck, neck
Hey Julie, heard you got that drip, got that drip
Something for my wrist, for my wrist
Hey Julie
Ooh, hey Julie
Hey Julie
Ooh, hey Julie
[Verse 2: Lil Yachty]
I got it, I got it, I got it
Hey Julie, how I act a fool with the jewelry
Ayy, I can read your mind like a story
Julie, why you gotta lie, gotta lie? [Intro: Lil Yachty]
Yeah! (Don’t lie)
Your little brother think I am so fly
Hey Julie (Yeah), I used to rap about the toolie, that’s old me (Yeah)
Now I gotta go and see my jeweler, an oldie (Yeah)
Playin’ Sega Genesis like now I put in OT
Ayy (Wait), do you get it, OT Genasis (Yeah)
All these happy raps, SuperDuperBoat invented this (Yeah)
Ayy, I know that you hate this (Yeah)
I’m fuckin’ on your mistress (Yeah)
Eat her like a biscuit (Yeah)
Tick, tick, tick, but my rollie don’t tock
Young smart black nigga, finna buy some stock
[Chorus: Lil Yachty]
Hey Julie, heard you got that wet, wet, wet
Something for my neck, neck, neck
Hey Julie, heard you got that drip, got that drip
Something for my wrist, for my wrist
Hey Julie
Ooh, hey Julie
Hey Julie
Ooh, hey Julie



Casey Veggies – 100 Times Lyrics



[Chorus]
Yeah, I can do this shit 100 times
Love the grind, slept on me
Now the summer’s mine
Make a bad chick wait in line
Yeah I got side tracked, now it’s my time
I can do this shit 100 times
Feel like Weezy F. money on my mind
I love the grind, you gotta put in work to shine
All them bands make her dance, she gon’ fall in love
[Verse 1]
I heard you speaking on the king, what you mean
I make a player split it with the team by any means
Smoking mid this shit ain’t what it seems or what you think
Wu-Tang Clan young niggas get the cream, get the cream
Shorty pulled up on me then she took her clothes off
She said I go hard and her last nigga so soft
All this pressure on me something to take the load off
I ain’t nothing like these niggas, I can fold up
Shorty chose up, I’m like baby hold up
Few shots of that .42 and she gon’ [?]
Looking at a penthouse view [?]
Looking at the game we bout to have it [?] up
[Chorus]
Yeah, I can do this shit 100 times
Love the grind, slept on me
Now the summer’s mine
Make a bad chick wait in line
Yeah I got side tracked, now it’s my time
I can do this shit 100 times
Feel like Weezy F. money on my mind
I love the grind, you gotta put in work to shine
All them bands make her dance, she gon’ fall in love
[Verse 2]
Real shit all in my quotes, you just and rhyme
We selling candy by the pound, I ain’t flip no dime
I was tryna look at life from a different side
My momma dropped me at the lab, I can’t waste no time
I’m grinding hard, she wanna wine and dine
Yeah my chick super bad and she super fine
Running laps around these niggas, I can’t let ’em [?]
In the trap with the team going on a run
That money [?] yeah it’s never done
I put in overtime, that guarantee the bread’ll come
Leave the guns, we partying and we having fun
It’s too many hoes for niggas tryna fight for none
To be the boss you gotta spend the funds
I had to take a couple losses then went number one
Yeah, we kept on going til we got it done
That’s on my name, all that pain made me 1 and 1
[Chorus]
Yeah, I can do this shit 100 times
Love the grind, slept on me
Now the summer’s mine
Make a bad chick wait in line
Yeah I got side tracked, now it’s my time
I can do this shit 100 times
Feel like [?] money on my mind
I love the grind, you gotta put in work to shine
All them bands make her dance, she gon’ fall in love
[Outro]
Aw man, aw man