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



Jon Bellion – Seeing Stars Lyrics



we jump in
(What’s the big deal in your spaceship? we jump in)
Iv’e been getting ready, thinking about you in the mirror
Tryna’ get some time alone to see me clearer
Hey, Everyday will be our birthday
(birthday)
I want you in the worse way
(worse way)
I see you’re something special, and i’m trying to get
You don’t notice me but your girlfriends see me as a brick
Cuz’ i’m one for the books, take a long hard look
(we happ-, we happ-, we happy)
Chorus [Jon Bellion]
You got me seeing stars
Ooh, i’m so sprung, I think I loved one
(eh oh, eh oh, eh oh)
You got me seeing stars
Yeah your’e so fine, i’m on cloud nine
(eh oh, eh oh, eh oh)
You- You got me seeing stars
Cuz’ my head spun, like I drank too much oh-um yeah
(eh oh, eh oh, eh oh)
You got me seeing stars
Help me down, from this cloud
(eh oh, eh oh, eh oh, eh oh, eh oh)
Bridge [Jon Bellion]
Oh, if you want her worse then he does say, hey
(eh oh, oh oh, eh oh)
Fellas, if you want her worse then he do-es say
(eh oh, eh oh, eh oh)
(Oh, If you want her worse then he does say-ay-ey-yeah)
(eh oh, eh oh, eh oh)
Oh, If you want her worse then he does, then he does, then he does
Then you got this
Outro:
[Jon Bellion]
You got me seeing stars
[Unidentified Voice]
Now put your hands up, on my waist, uh
[Jon Bellion]
You got me seeing stars
[Unidentified Voice]
It’s scraping against your leg, on my junk on my leg
[Jon Bellion]
Ooh, You got me seeing stars
[Unidentified Voice]
Now put your hands up, on my waist, uh
[Jon Bellion]
You got me seeing stars
[Unidentified Voice]
It’s scraping against your leg, on my junk on my leg Chorus [Jon Bellion]
You got me seeing stars
Ooh, i’m so sprung, I think I loved one
(eh oh, eh oh, eh oh)
You got me seeing stars
Yeah your’e so fine, i’m on cloud nine
(eh oh, eh oh, eh oh)
You- You got me seeing stars
Cuz’ my head spun, like I drank too much oh-um yeah
(eh oh, eh oh, eh oh)
You got me seeing stars
Help me down, from this cloud
(eh oh, eh oh, eh oh, eh oh, eh oh)
Verse 1 [Jon Bellion]
And iv’e just been stuck here trying to get a grip
(get a grip, get a grip, get a grip)
And iv’e just been daydreaming about your lips
(about your lips, about your lips, about your lips)
Ooh, you make me feel like iv’e been up in space
(up in space, up in space, up in space)
(On earth)
They’ve been looking for me, but iv’e been gone without a trace
(without a trace, without a trace, thout’ a, thout’ a, thouht’ a…)
Chorus [Jon Bellion]
You got me seeing stars
Ooh, i’m so sprung, I think I loved one
(eh oh, eh oh, eh oh)
You got me seeing stars
Yeah your’e so fine, i’m on cloud nine
(eh oh, eh oh, eh oh)
You- You got me seeing stars
Cuz’ my head spun, like I drank too much oh-um yeah
(eh oh, eh oh, eh oh)
You got me seeing stars
Help me down, from this cloud
(eh oh, eh oh, eh oh, eh oh, eh oh)
Verse 2 [Jon Bellion]
From the person you are to your body
You know who you are, yeah you got me
From the person you are to your body
You know who you are, yeah you got me
From the way I feel, I don’t have time for fronting
Keep it real, I don’t ’bout you, been wondering
What’s the big deal in your spaceship?



Juice WRLD – Let’s Go Lyrics



[Intro]
She’ll kill me if she heard it (kill me if she heard it)
Aye bitch you kill me
She’ll kill me if she heard I was poppin’ ecstasy
She’ll kill me if she heard I was poppin’ ecstasy
[Verse 1]
She’ll kill me if she heard I was poppin’ ecstasy
Or a fat mean Madison but I been stressin’ out
Imma blame it on the government yeah it’s the men again
They treat us niggas just like manikins we just get tossed around
Even when a nigga president they still gon’ fuck around
Bein’ sober is an understatement but it’s overrated
I’m smokin’ ’till my eyes are bleedin’ and my head is blazin’
I’m poppin’ till my hands are shakin’ and my heart is racin’ yeah
I need molly molly molly let’s get wasted yeah (yeah)
I felt the temperature drop I hear what you sayin’ and I understand
I get it I get it I know I should stop, I need a way to get back to the top
I need a way to get outta this slump
I need a way to get way out and stay out and build up a layout to fuck up the world
I go political for the publicity imma get ignorant just for the industry
I get chaotic to match all the chaos and imma get radical just for my enemies
Fuck it I’m fucked up I know it I know it
Lookin’ like what in the fuck’s gotten into me
I said the hennesy mixed with the remmies the remedy
Look at your boy doin’ chemistry
[Refrain}
This shit is so fuckin’ sick
Change the world type shit
Screamin’ fuck everything you feel me
You gotta live your life like, like it’s yours ya feel me
Don’t give a fuck about nothin’ bro just do you
[Chorus]
Imma turn up till I can’t do it no more
Imma fuck her till I can’t do it no more
This is real life this is not a promo
Imma fuck the world up nigga let’s go
Nigga let’s go, nigga let’s go
We gon’ fuck the world up nigga let’s go
Nigga let’s go, nigga let’s go
We gon’ fuck the world nigga let’s go
[Verse 2]
Perfect I’m gon’ pop a percocet
Imma pour me up some purple shit to find some perfectness
I mean all these niggas clowns take ’em to the circuses
And I swear this case is closed like the fuckin’ curtains is
That nigga said I don’t play but you be on your actin’ shit
I got brothas movin’ packages and poppin’ Xe mints
Want that work they give it to you ain’t no fuckin’ estimate
I been shittin’ shittin’ shittin’ on ’em hear my excrement, yeah
[Chorus]
Imma turn up till I can’t do it no more
Imma fuck her till I can’t do it no more
This is real life this is not a promo
Imma fuck the world up nigga let’s go
Nigga let’s go, nigga let’s go
We gon’ fuck the world up nigga let’s go
Nigga let’s go, nigga let’s go
We gon’ fuck the world nigga let’s go



XXXTENTACION – BAD! lyrics



So profane
Somethin’ like a bad, word, want your love
Call me when you can, girl
Goin’ up, goin’ down, in and out, turn around
Love you the way you movin’ now
I might be insane, yeah
But I love the pain, yeah
Feel it in the brain, yeah-ahh
Realize she just want me hit it right
‘Cause I get ’em goin’ right
Shawty, heard you bad… word? So profane
Somethin’ like a bad, word, want your love
Call me when you can, girl
Goin’ up, goin’ down, in and out, turn around
Shawty, heard you bad… word? So profane
Somethin’ like a bad, word, want your love
Call me when you can, girl
Goin’ up, goin’ down, in and out, turn around
Love you the way you movin’ now Yeah
Shawty, heard you bad… word? So profane
Somethin’ like a bad, word, want your love
Call me when you can, girl
Goin’ up, goin’ down, in and out, turn around
Shawty, heard you bad… word?



6ix9ine – TIC TOC (Remix) Lyrics



[Intro]
Yung Lan on the track
[Chorus: 6ix9ine]
Okay, tick tock, Audemars wrist watch
I keep a stick, I keep a big Glock
You get hit, I do not miss shots
I keep a stick, I tell her, “Kick rocks”
Okay, get rocks, wrist go drip, drop
I do not kiss, you making shit hot
You think I’m dumb, I ain’t no kid
Thought you was in love
You ain’t my bitch, nah
[Verse: AYLEK$]
Aye-aye, AYLEK$! If you really wanna dance, you gon’ use no hands
And just shake that upside down
Got a little big booty, bitch, her kitty cat go meow
Got a little AYLEK$ switch, they really wanna put me down
[Chorus: 6ix9ine]
Okay, tick tock, Audemars wrist watch
I keep a stick, I keep a big Glock
You get hit, I do not miss shots
I keep a stick, I tell her, “Kick rocks”
Okay, get rocks, wrist go drip, drop
I do not kiss, you making shit hot
You think I’m dumb, I ain’t no kid
Thought you was in love
You ain’t my bitch, nah Your vision division, can’t fit in my time frame
Connecting the dots comparing our dreams
We just say the same thing
Now I’m chasing a bag, and I’m blowing the stacks
Get it back on the same day
No bullshit on my jack, rubber blow in the back
Can you fuck her the same day? Tell me, how many bands is you really finna spend right now?



Tink – Different Lyrics



You can’t even talk or look in my eyes when I’m in the room
So why would you act like, this was our home? Nothing with you is the same
I don’t know how to explain
All we ever do is fuss
Ain’t no way to make this up
You’re acting different (hmm, hmm)
So different (hmm, hmm)
Different (hmm, hmm)
So different (hmm, hmm)
[Verse 2]
What did I say? I hate to be wrong
I knew all along that this wasn’t right
[Pre-Chorus]
You’re spending time away all night
I need you here on my side
You said you’d be around for life
You don’t even call my name
[Chorus]
Yeah, yeah
I’m feeling I’m fading away
Yeah, yeah
Why all a sudden you change? [Verse 1]
You wasn’t there when I was alone
Say that you care, but really you don’t
It’s all in your actions, none of my fault
‘Cause I ain’t the kind you put to the side whenever you want
There must be something to hide
Feel like when you’re on my line there’s someone around and stay in the [?], ooh oh
So do me a favor, show me the paper
I’m not in the mood to cry anymore
That ain’t the vibe that I’m going for
Thought you were cool
All of it’s fake
Told you before that money and girls ain’t never replaced
All that I gave you
All that I care
You’re just a boy that can’t be a man
[Pre-Chorus]
You’re spending time away all night
I need you here on my side
You said you’d be around for life
You don’t even call my name
[Chorus]
Yeah, yeah
I’m feeling I’m fading away
Yeah, yeah
Why all a sudden you change? Start up a fight? Dealing with girls who cannot compare to nothing I’m on
I’m feeling so disrespected
I cannot even accept it
I’m so out of line for wasting my time, and
Now you’re neglected
Whilin’ out in public
You just love to switch up the subject
I’m so tired of you flippin’ in public
Say I’m trippin on you over nothing
But, look at yourself
You’re doing me bad
It’s all in your tone
You hang up the phone and never call back
What do I do? Nothing with you is the same
I don’t know how to explain
All we ever do is fuss
Ain’t no way to make this up
You’re acting different (hmm, hmm)
So different (hmm, hmm)
Different (hmm, hmm)
So different (hmm, hmm) Or what did I do?



Lil Baby – Time Lyrics



[Verse 1: Lil Baby]
Youngin from the project fucked around and got it poppin
I’m like fuck a Maserati, bought my bitch a Bentley truck
G-5 my blood brother he be throwing B’s up
And me, I got Chanel swag, you know I be C’d up
I paid cash for every car, used be the laughing stock
Kept it real, that’s why I don’t flock
Look at me, I’m on the chart
I don’t look down but I’m on top
I don’t entertain any clout
Play with me, you gon’ get shot for real
Now they can’t resist us, hear ’em tryna diss us
Really need to miss us, prolly with your bitch, bruh
I bought her purse off a piece of my endorsement
Richer than my classmates, she know how my kids taste
Now I’m on this cash race, I can’t come in last place
I done finally went legit, accountants, I’m a taxpayer
So you know that mean I’m goin’ hard ’til my last day
Still can get a thousand pounds a week, the gas way
[Chorus: Lil Baby]
I got six watches, I’m ahead of time
I’m goin’ all out if it’s ’bout mine
I’m gettin’ my shine on, I been on my grind
Feel like I’m different, I’m one of a kind
Buy her a Birken Bag, keep her up to par
Baby, you look better naked, you should take it off
Had to play my role, now I’m takin’ charge
Just got off parole, made the brodie take the charge
[Verse 2: Meek Mill]
Bendin’ through in that Phantom with them sticks, yeah (Skrrt, skrrt)
All these blues, niggas asking am I Crip yet? (Cuzzo)
Make a move we X you out, ain’t goin’ tic tac (Brrt)
Put a tag on your toe for all that chit chat (Yeah, yeah)
The richest nigga in my city, that’s a big fact (Big fact)
And we don’t do them lil’ planes, we on the big jet (Big jet)
My dawg still movin’ that ‘caine, and he ain’t quit yet (He ain’t quit yet)
I had to tell him when he came, “Don’t bring no bricks back”
Feel like I’m the chosen one (Woah)
Rolls truck, I ordered one (Woah)
I ain’t mean to buy that bitch a watch, but I bought her one (Ah)
Richard Millie cost a quarter milli’, I got more than one (Yeah)
FN on me lighter than a bitch feel like a water gun (Gang)
[Chorus: Lil Baby]
I got six watches, I’m ahead of time
I’m goin’ all out if it’s ’bout mine
I’m gettin’ my shine on, I been on my grind
Feel like I’m different, I’m one of a kind
Buy her a Birken Bag, keep her up to par
Baby, you look better naked, you should take it off
Had to play my role, now I’m takin’ charge
Just got off parole, made the brodie take the charge
[Verse 3: Lil Baby]
Livin’ like a pornstar
Rollie, 7 pointers
Opps finna join us but we ain’t switching sides
Neck look like a freezer, ain’t savin’ no skeezer
They gave me a reason, now they gotta die
I don’t want no smoke with you if you don’t want no smoke with me
But dawg if you want smoke with me, we switchin’ shifts, sleep and creep
I did what they couldn’t do, guess that’s why they mad at me
But what’s up with yo vibe, dawg, why she keep on addin’ me? This my strategy
Keep on stackin’ Gs, make ’em proud of me
I went Prada Tees, I went Prada jeans
I want Prada fleece, I’m from poverty
Real talk
[Chorus: Lil Baby]
I got six watches, I’m ahead of time
I’m goin’ all out if it’s ’bout mine
I’m gettin’ my shine on, I been on my grind
Feel like I’m different, I’m one of a kind
Buy her a Birken Bag, keep her up to par
Baby, you look better naked, you should take it off
Had to play my role, now I’m takin’ charge
Just got off parole, made the brodie take the charge