Daily Archives: January 24, 2018

Barefoot McCoy – American Lady lyrics

American Lady
You’re so fine
Aaa! She’s got everything you need
Diamonds down to spades
She’s got tricks hid up her sleeves
Always misbehaves
And I say hey, don’t change a thing

Aaa! American Lady
You’re so fine
Aaa! American Lady
Gotta catch you in the summertime

She does cartwheels in the streets
Never pays no mind
Prays to heaven on her knees
But she sins all the time
And I say hey, don’t change a thing

Aaa! American Lady
Gotta catch you in the summertime

She lays lions down to sleep
When she sings her song
She breaks promises you keep
Stays up all night long
And I say hey, don’t change a thing

Aaa! American Lady
Gotta catch you in the summertime American Lady
You’re so fine
Aaa!

Jhene Aiko – Sativa (feat. Rae Sremmurd)

Off the drink, we concentratin’ (off the drink and we concentratin’)
Told ’em, "Go on, take a shot on three"
Hold the phone (please hold the phone)
It’s me and you and we makin’ arrangements
There’s more where that came from, that’s all I’m sayin’
There’s more where that came from, that’s all I’m sayin’
It’s me and you and we makin’ arrangements
I said now go and take a shot on me
Yeah
Got me feelin’ some type of way
We spend cash for our entertainment

It’s you and me and we makin’ arrangements (you and me, you and me, you and me)
Smokin’ weed out the container (we smoke, we smoke)
I know you won’t leave me hangin’ (I know, I know)
It’s me and you and we makin’ arrangements (me and you, me and you, me and you)
But I lasted ten rounds like a freak
Get ready (get ready)
I’ll keep it simple, baby
Smokin’ weed out the container
Yeah, oh, oh
Dive in that
You know I don’t ever play no games
Like a G
We spend cash for entertainment
[Chorus: Swae Lee & Jhené Aiko]
It’s me and you and we makin’ arrangements
Why you make it so complicated?
(where you gon’ be at?) Where you be at?
You keep the rhythm
[Verse 2: Jhené Aiko]
Hold the phone (hold the phone)
Smokin’ weed out the container
Off the drink, we concentratin’
Why you make it so complicated?
Only drug a bitch is on is the tree
Off the drink, we concentratin’
[Pre-Chorus: Jhené Aiko]
I know you won’t leave me hangin’
You know I don’t ever complicate it
Oh my God, I’m glad you came
We spend cash for our entertainment (yeah, yeah, yeah)

Get ready (oh, yeah, I’m ready)
Concentratin’, concentratin’ on the way
I said I’m ready (oh yeah, I’m ready)
I’ma keep it simple with you, baby
It’s you and me and we makin’ arrangements
We spend cash for our entertainment
You know just how to keep me up
There’s more where that came from, that’s all I’m sayin’ (that’s all I’m saying)
[Chorus: Swae Lee]

It’s you and me and we makin’ arrangements
(why you make it so complicated?) Why you make it so complicated?
I am on one (I am on one)
Dive in that, mmm, let me dive in that
Later on (later on)
Now we’re on (oh, we’re on)

Later on (later on, later on, oh)
You came through with that sativa
Get ready (oh, yes, I’m ready)
[Pre-Chorus: Jhené Aiko]
Where you be at? (where you gon’ be at?)

Off the drink, we concentratin’
It’s you and me and we makin’ arrangements
Told ’em, "Drinks is on me"
Smokin’ weed out the container
[Verse 1: Jhené Aiko]
Dive in that, mmm, I’ma dive in that
I’m so high in here, been smokin’ on this weed

Why you make it so complicated?
Indica be havin’ me stuck

Dive in that, mmm, I’m gon’ dive in that
[Intro: Jhené Aiko & Swae Lee]
I know you won’t leave me hangin’
I know you won’t leave me hangin’
There’s more where that came from, that’s all I’m sayin’
You know it, better believe it
[Chorus: Swae Lee & Jhené Aiko]
[Outro: Swae Lee]
Now we’re on (And if we’re on)
Is it hot in here or is it just me?
Yeah, the drinks are on me
I am on one (oh, I am on one)
Dive in that, I’ma really dive in that
Get ready (oh, please get ready)

I said I’m ready (I said I’m ready)

Fredo Santana – I Need More (feat. Young Scooter)

But I think I need more
Truckloads of them bricks and bells took up all of it
Think I need more, think I need more
Just a young hustla
Got a couple plugs but I think I need more
Think I need more, think I need more
Think I need more, think I need more
But I think I need more
But I need more, but I need more
All these bitches on my dick
Fredo, Reese, they on 64th, I fuck with Sosa them
[Hook: Fredo Santana]
Think I need more, think I need more
Kick the door really safe out
Killers with me, they safe out
I robbed a lot of plugs, they known for snitching in the end
[Intro: Fredo Santana]
I was list for 4 rounds, I was street profit

Got a lot of money but I think I need more
Every month on the 24th I get some more of them
Bill g, GBE, that’s how we stunt them bricks
[Hook: Fredo Santana]
All these bricks coming in
I put my name off a clientele, that black amigo shit
I gotta get it, I gotta get it
I got 5 different plugs, that’s a lot of profit
300 glory boys, black amigo balling
All these bricks coming in

Got a couple plugs but I think I need more
Gotta get this money so you know I’m trappin stupid hard
But I think I need more
Got Columbian, Jamaican plugs and I know Mexicans
If a plug bring problem, you know I could handle it

I need that diamond, the trap we taking chains too
Think I need more, think I need more
[Verse 2: Fredo Santana]

Turn your ass around, you look suspicious, we ain’t serving you
Think I need more, think I need more
Got a lot of money but I think I need more
But I need more, but I need more
Think I need more, think I need more

[Verse 1: Young Scooter]
[Hook: Fredo Santana]
Think I need more, think I need more
So when I need some bricks, I just make some more of them
All these bitches on my dick
All these bitches on my dick
I gotta get it, I gotta get it
Think I need more, think I need more
All these bricks coming in
But I need more, but I need more
I don’t give a fuck who you are, serve to your mobs
Got a couple plugs but I think I need more
Fuck niggas stretched out on the concrete with they chest out
Got a lot of money but I think I need more
Hunned killers when I step out, hunnid grand in my safe house
Scooter bring that vet out, we ran around with that tec out

Famous Dex – Blue Chips (feat. Rich The Kid)

Fuck a lil’ bitch from the back
You can’t sit with us, it’s a bet (a bet)

I’m so up (I’m so up)
Can’t sit with us
Smoking cookie now, everything bust down
I’m so up (I’m so up)
Ac it up!
Bitch it ain’t nothing I pour a six
Real big diamonds on me I can blind a bitch
They don’t want me, you might catch a body
I’m on the jet
Gucci, Givenchy, designer shit

Huh
Lookin’ at my diamonds, yeah, your shit looking old (so old)
My wrist a pool, come take a dip
My diamonds are froze, your bitch on gold
Rich forever, bitch we up now
Huh
I’m running around with two chicken strips
Can’t sit with us
Can’t sit with us
Hol’ up
Gangster bitch she be tryna come over
[Chorus]
Sniffinè the coke when she suck the dick
I do not handle that
I’m running around with two chicken strips
My wrist a pool, come take a dip

I’mma keep it on the low, I ain’t gonna tell nobody (huh, yeah)
Double cup (Double cup)
30 you a fool for this one
Sippin’ (huh)
You niggas so broke yeah
(Ooh)
Fuck yo bitch she missing (huh)
[Chorus]
When I get the Bentley back imma do a few donuts
(Huh, yeah, huh)
I ain’t never trippin’ (huh)
These niggas be hating, I’m finally rich
I heard she wack
Fuck her on the sofa
30 you a fool for this one
My whip is white like Cool Whip
Ball like Scottie Pippin, money old
Stackin’ the green and the blue chips
[Outro]
[Chorus]

[Verse 1: Famous Dex]
I know the ac is bad
(Huh, yeah, huh, yeah, huh, yeah)
Rent girl be missing, put her on a poster

You hatin’, we grindin’ ’till sundown!
Sniffin’ coca nose
Ac it up!
I’m running around with two chicken strips
Huh
My whip is white like Cool Whip
Double cup (Double cup)
Ayy, ayy
[Intro]
My wrist a pool, come take a dip
[Verse 2: Rich The Kid]
My whip is white like Cool Whip
Ac it up!

I’m so up (I’m so up)

Call me Scottie Pippin
Pour the ac out the freezer, pour a two liter

And now my bitch she need a visa, she is such a eater
Stackin’ the green and the blue chips
We should add this back
Double cup (Double cup)
Stackin’ the green and the blue chips
Mike Dean you can’t do this to them man
I said my shooters gon’ handle that
You can get hit with the MAC
Ac come in, I sip it quick
Fuck around, got rich, pockets so swole up (I’m rich)
Extra body

CBM Lil Daddy & Young Scooter – Do This

We ain’t selling nothing less than a half a brick
I’m a trap nigga I do this shit for real (I had to)
I’m a trap nigga I do this shit for real (I had to)
I’m a walking lick
I’m a trap nigga I really do this shit
Blow so many scales I can’t even count
Jilt so many bags I’m talking about that [?]
How could I go broke when I’m about to blow
Cocaine hard like seashells
85 south me and Doe B
Bought a money counter just to count it fast

Breaking down them bricks
Pulled so many tricks selling diamond bricks
I’m a trap nigga I really do this shit
Ju them real quick cuz I do this shit
Breaking down them bricks
I just sold 20 bricks in one day
Ju ju ju that all I know
Breaking down them bowls serving halves and wholes
Me and Scooter just pulled another trick
Too real for the industry
I’m a trap nigga I really do this shit
Breaking down the bale when I’m on the scale
Yeah I’m shining like a light, look at my carets bitch
Scooter fell in love with them white hoes
Came from rocking coke now I’m rocking shows
I’m a trap nigga I do this shit for real (I had to)
Trapping with the route just like selling dope
Ju them real quick cuz I do this shit
I’m a trap nigga I do this shit for real (I had to)
[Hook]
I’m a trap nigga I really do this shit
[Verse 1]
[Intro]
Long live Doe B nigga
Breaking down them bowls serving halves and wholes
Stacking them up in splits
I’m a trap nigga I really do this shit
Rest in peace to Doe
Breaking down the bricks cooking on the stove
I’m a trap nigga I do this shit for real (I had to)
Breaking down the bale when I’m on the scale
From my nigga lil daddy
We got bales on retail
[Verse 2]
Breaking down them bowls serving halves and wholes
Swap em out and resale
Ju them real quick cuz I do this shit
A hundred thousand in my pockets
Stacking them up in splits
I’m selling, ass nigga you just average
Breaking down the bale when I’m on the scale

I’m a trap nigga I really do this shit
Stacking them up in splits
[Hook]
Ya’ll niggas take all that trap fairytales and put em in a dumpster
You buying more than 20, I bring em to your door

We go bricks on retail
These right here is real street talk
[Hook]
Dimes and [?], and a nigga moving bricks
I’m a trap nigga I really do this shit
Rest in peace to Doe
I’m a trap nigga I do this shit for real (I had to)
93 octane got it selling fast
Breaking down them bricks

Domo Genesis – Me Vs. Me

‘Cause niggas out here sleeping on the wave too often

I’m aiming for which target turn my pain into bliss
‘Cause niggas out here sleeping on the wave too often
‘Cause niggas out here sleeping on the wave too often
Swear this game is a bitch
[Chorus]
I get way too complacent in my ways too often
I’m Bob Ross with it
And I got no reasons for this mood that I’m in
Me Vs. Me: the most dangerous shit

And this ain’t never been about no fucking chain and a whip
But fuck with my time and I swear that’s violence

And I reiterate the shit I have to say too often
And I reiterate the shit I have to say too often
So familiar with the feeling get it way too often
I reiterate the shit I have to say too often
Uh, this nigga back
‘Cause niggas out here sleeping on the wave too often
[Chorus]
Full totality what you thinking don’t rattle me, I’m so tranquil
‘Cause niggas out here sleeping on the wave too often
How they design their fucking silence
I get way too complacent in my ways too often
[Chorus]
You lil’ niggas couldn’t paint these portraits
Wait hold on one second let me text my-
I’ve been worrying about the pay too often
Watch me yanking out the cable
Take what I get so I ain’t thankful for shit
I get way too complacent in my ways too often
You can’t blame me for being crazy ’cause I came from this shit
Seem like I been worried ’bout the pay too often
So it’s easy to tell that you aren’t authentic
Business is usual ain’t no game to play with
I’m locked in like I’m Kurt Angle on your ankle
Watch me flourish even when the picture ain’t too gorgeous
Swing for the fences, I’m covering all the bases A to: Z
Run the credit up a hundred put it all on my name
Seem like I been worried ’bout the pay too often
The frame of mind that I seem to stay inside need a appraisal
Nigga my heart’s in it
‘Cause niggas out here sleeping on the wave too often

[Outro]
Trying my best to shake these bad habits
All in my brain, I know it’s hard but I hardly get change
Loot doot doot doot doot doot
I’ve been worrying about the pay too often
I’m the under-celebrated greatest, saver the latest
I swear that I’m calm
I swear that I’m vying
And I reiterate the shit I have to say too often
[Verse 1]
Ain’t complacent with the safety I be way too cautious
[Verse 2]

I’m too stubborn
It’s either get rich or die while you trying
I get way too complacent in my ways too often
And I reiterate the shit I have to say too often

Getting high, as long as my heart-rate is stable
[Verse 3]
I reiterate the shit I have to say too often
[Intro]
Seem like I been worried ’bout the pay too often
Keep hunting till I lay in the ditch
I’ve been worrying about the pay too often
Charge hard like an all-star, it’s all in the game

Walking tall on these promises till all get it
Big dogs stompin’ like Clifford while you get lost in it

My whole attitude stink and I ain’t changing my shit
Fuck a pawn in the game
It’s like I got my brain in a grip, you know
I get way too complacent in my ways too often
The reason that you sayin’ graces: me
I get way too complacent in my ways too often

MADEINTYO – Too Quick

Lifeguard lemonade
I get bored too quick
I get bored too quick
Cut her off, upgrade
Lifeguard lemonade

‘Cause I get bored too quick
I get bored too quick
Had to get a brand new bitch
I get bored too quick
Got bored too quick
Had to get a brand new ice
I can’t save that bitch
Just flood my wrist

Just flood my wrist
Got bored too quick
She wanna kiss the chain
Got bored too quick
Cut her off, upgrade
Had to get a brand new ice

Louis V, watch ‘em hang, I could see your bitch
Told Distorted if she want it, cop that BM drop
Lifeguard lemonade
Cut her off, upgrade
Shawty just show love
I get bored too quick
‘Cause I get bored too quick
‘Cause I get bored too quick
Yeezy hanging out the window
Had to get a brand new bitch
She be choosing on the low
I get bored too quick
Chop the top, never stop
Silly thot, want my spot

Saint Laurent winter jacket, had it ‘fore it drop

‘Cause I get bored too quick
‘Cause I get bored too quick
[Verse 2]
[Hook]
Cut her off, upgrade
Nard & B
I get bored too quick
Can you ice me up?

Been tweaking lately
Ice cream truck Mr.
All my shit gotta be exotic
I get bored too quick
Got bored too quick
I get bored too quick
Gucci duffel, bust yo’ bubble ugh you ain’t hot
I get bored too quick
Had to get a brand new bitch
I get bored too quick
She let the YSL hang
Lifeguard lemonade
[Intro]
I get bored too quick
I’ve got lots of handles
Cut her off, upgrade
I told her tootle that thang
Just flood my wrist
Got bored too quick
Lifeguard lemonade
[Verse 1]
TPC, that my gang
Just flood my wrist
Lifeguard lemonade
Tokyo give no fuck
Just flood my wrist
Kinjin ice me up
Just flood my wrist
I get bored too quick
Got bored too quick
Had to get a brand new ice
Meechie pipe me up

I get bored too quick
I love The Private Club
Cut her off, upgrade
Shout out to Gwen and Wesley Foo, that my kinfolk
[Hook]
Baby blue Porsche that shit look like Hpnotiq
[Hook]
‘Cause I get bored too quick

Migos – Supastars

I’m out my element, out my, out my element (woo!)
Yeah, yeah

Superstars, superstars, superstars out
[Verse 2: Takeoff]
Swang doors now (skrrt), fuck on hoes now (smash)
Them boys fool you tryna do it, bring the toolies out (try and do it)
Yeah, yeah (yeah)
Niggas don’t want no smoke, they pull up with they coochies out
Thinkin’ ’bout postin’ her on the ‘Gram, and delete her (delete it!)
Big bank rolls (cash!), now she go, uh
Big bank rolls (cash!), now she go, uh
Wraith with the stars out (Wraith)
I sit back and read the offense (read), my ho is addicted to faucets (woo)
Geeked on Mars, gotta give the grace up to God (grace to God)
[Chorus: Quavo]
[Verse 1: Quavo]
On more PJs than Pablo
I put my wrist inside the freezer, came out froze (ice, ice)
Yeah, yeah (yeah)
You got that swag (drip!)
Precede with caution (caution), skeleton AP is frosted (skeleton)
Brand new cars (skrrt), we buy the bar now
Yeah, yeah (yeah)
Hey, private jet, yeah, thotty wanna fuck the same sex, yeah
So much ice (too much), had to ice the lane (whew)
Your money too small, micro (woo)

Yeah, yeah (yeah)
Brand new cars (skrrt), we buy the bar now
Park a million dollars at the bando (skrrt, skrrt)
Brand new cars (skrrt), we buy the bar now
Yeah, yeah (yeah)
Yeah, yeah (yeah)
Yeah, yeah (yeah)

[Chorus: Quavo]
Yeah, yeah

Thinkin’ ’bout postin’ her on the ‘Gram, and delete her (delete it!)
Pockets lettuce, uh
[Intro: Quavo]
Get a Kleenex for that baby, wipe his nose (I wiped his nose)
I put my heart inside this shit ’cause I was chose (heart, chose)
Now she wet, don’t ski (splash!)
Camera phone, Scarface, Al Capone (Al Capone)
Now she wet, don’t ski (splash!)
Free my niggas, cash ’em out we bailin’ (free)
Whole gang in the field, we don’t do bleachers (uh)
Brand new cars (skrrt), we buy the bar now
Yeah, yeah (yeah)
Yeah, yeah (yeah)
Thinkin’ ’bout postin’ her on the ‘Gram, and delete her (delete it!)
Thinkin’ ’bout postin’ her on the ‘Gram, and delete her (delete it!)
Tats and golds (tats), rock the shows, uh
Superstars, superstars, superstars out
Freeze to death (freeze), had to freeze the lane (freeze)
Whole gang in the field, we don’t do bleachers (uh)
Wrist like water go to Cabo
[Verse 3: Offset]
Bought the gang, all brand new chains (ice, ice)
My niggas the same, don’t need no clout, no fame (no clout, no clout)
You got that sauce then sell it, uh uh
It’s times three, it’s times three, that’s how it goes (three-way, yeah)
Big bank rolls (cash!), now she go, uh
Yeah, yeah (yeah)
Yeah, yeah (yeah)
Bitch, don’t think I’m ready, uh uh
Whole gang in the field, we don’t do bleachers (uh)
[Chorus: Quavo]
We shootin’ heads ’til they explode (reload) What’s a leg?
For the team, uh (woo)
Yeah, yeah (yeah)
For the team, uh (woo)
Saw my teacher, I was the same student, failin’
Huncho on the call, gotta reload (reload)
Came from my block and growed up, guess I’m homegrown (homegrown)

Swerve the lane, call the group "the gang" (gang, gang)
Tats and golds (tats), rock the shows, uh
(Honorable C.N.O.T.E.)
Offset! Woo! Woo! Woo! Woo! Woo!
Superstars, superstars, superstars out
Swang doors now (skrrt), fuck on hoes now (smash)
For the team, uh (woo)

Trappin’ out the boarded house (hey)
Marvin the Martian (Martian), I’ma put your brain up for auction (brrt)
Three rockstars, nobody seein’ the gang, on God (God)
[Chorus: Quavo]
Now I got a lawyer, straight cash, no settlement
Tats and golds (tats), rock the shows, uh
Thinkin’ ’bout postin’ her on the ‘Gram, and delete her (delete it!)
Whole gang in the field, we don’t do bleachers (uh)
Cash in the walls, hollow (cash)
Whole gang in the field, we don’t do bleachers (uh)
Swang doors now (skrrt), fuck on hoes now (smash)
Niggas grouped out for a shout
Thinkin’ ’bout postin’ her on the ‘Gram, and delete her (delete it!)
(Buddha Bless this beat)
Now she wet, don’t ski (splash!)
Thinkin’ ’bout postin’ her on the ‘Gram, and delete her (delete it!)
Superstars, superstars, superstars out
We gon’ make ’em eat that dope until we go (eat it up, eat it up)
Whip that thing, then she give me brain (ooh, yeah)
Rich niggas straight to the top floor (top)
Whole gang in the field, we don’t do bleachers (uh)
Yeah, yeah (yeah)
Diamond mill’ mill’, yeah, I’ma keep the bitch on welfare (woo, woo)
Big bank rolls (cash!), now she go, uh
Swang doors now (skrrt), fuck on hoes now (smash)

The pink stone real rare (rare), bling bling blaow, yeah (bling bling)
Well known, cookie, that is my cologne (cookie, cookie)
Tats and golds (tats), rock the shows, uh
Now she wet, don’t ski (splash!)
Ice the gang (ice), had to ice the gang (ice)
The bricks get deported out (deported)
Chanel bag is ostrich (Chanel), stay down, come up in the process (stay down)

Turn your lights off, nigga, we’ve been on (been on)
Yeah, yeah
Whole gang in the field, we don’t do bleachers (uh)
For the team, uh (woo)

Yeah, yeah
I put my heart inside and only God knows (God knows)
Mama got style, yeah (style), Chanel reptile, player (hey)

One Week Notice – Get It N Go

They don’t know the situation, they don’t know what we go thru when ain’t nobody else ’round
When I get ’em in the pad then I hit it they gonna splash
Hit the city, hit the stage, shirt tucked in, black Bruce Lee style
I hit a lick and I go, all of my bitches’ll go
[Chorus: Reezy]
Hey, I pull up and get it n go
Dranked up, dripped out, stack doughs, fuck hoes
Pull up and get it n go, pull up and get it n go
I just get lifted after shows, don’t gotta hit licks no more
Shorty worried about a fat transfer, I’m just worried about a bank transfer
Pull up I get it go to get my money movin’ slow
The minute I get it ill go, I pull up and get it n go
I hit a lick and I go, all of my bitches’ll go
Comin’ around to my block and you got no pass, nigga taxed after like
Gucci down, pimped out, work hard, get clout
Pull up and get it n go, pull up and get it n go
And all of my hitters will go and all of my bitches will go
The minute I get it ill go, I pull up and get it n go
I hit a lick and I go, all of my bitches’ll go
Hey, I pull up and get it n go
And all of my hitters will go and all of my bitches will go

Be about your business, never let them play you out
[Verse 1: Jarren Benton]
She fucked the worth at the work and I tell her to strip down, call her Lyft now
If you meddle, then you know we gonna clash
16 got kicked out, flippin’ dimes and nicks now
Wordsmith, twist up, I pull up and get it n go, I gotta get it now
Chit chat, fuck that, I told her bring that ass in my direction
[Verse 6: Emilio Rojas]
Runnin’ ’round I’m in uptown, I’m with a bunch of kings that speak bad Spanish
The minute I get it ill go, I pull up and get it n go
I went back and dough, a nigga had to grow
The minute I hit I go, I pull up and get it n go
I pull up and get it n go, I pull up and get it n go
I’ma hit a hundred fifty on the dash
I pull up and get it n go, I pull up and get it n go
[Verse 2: Price]:
And all of my hitters will go and all of my bitches will go
I did it to be livin’ in a tenement so when we get the money we just set it in the stash
Matte black range rover tinted out, racks hidden in the house
What it mean I’m boutta be the boss
Had to cut em off, some niggas had to go
I hit a lick and I go, all of my bitches’ll go
No lames in my section, smoke or not ain’t a question, yeah
Pull up and get it n go, pull up and get it n go
Young wild and reckless, diamond Henny bottle necklace
And all of my hitters will go and all of my bitches will go
[Verse 4: Dizzy Wright]
[Chorus: Reezy]
I’m movin’ legit gettin’ dough, no you not hittin’ my smoke
No ID call my phone but that’s the type of call that I can’t answer
Hey, I pull up and get it n go
But won’t let you take nothin’ from me, don’t let your ass owe me some money

[Verse 3: Demrick]

Pull up and get it n go, pull up and get it n go
And I’m blowin’ clouds, tellin’ Price like, they don’t know the tribulations and trials
[Chorus: Reezy]
The minute I get it ill go, I pull up and get it n go
Switch back, hit this, I told lil mama stop flexin’
The minute I hit I go, I pull up and get it n go
I gotta get my point across, is you with it or you not?

Bad bitch, turn her round, bend her down, baby yeah work it out
I pull up and get it n go, I pull up and get it n go

Killing 2 hoes who get too close, please don’t be callin’ me bro
[Chorus: Reezy]
Yeah, we get it and we never gonna be settlin’ for less

I’m sittin’ in the middle of the city with the cash
It’s like Drake and Alicia Keys whenever Price pull his wrist out, fireworks trip down
I pull up and get it n go, I pull up and get it n go

Before the status quo, I’m not your average Joe
Bitch bounce, hoes give me discount
I remember when they shot up Anthony at Nick house, whole family tripped out
The minute I hit I go, I pull up and get it n go
The minute I hit I go, I pull up and get it n go
Hey, I pull up and get it n go
All the women that are with me and they bad

Z-Ro – We Are

Hahaha
And for Christmas we pass out gifts
That’s just how that shit goes
[Verse 2]
[Hook]
No mannequin challenge you really dead
Let me find out you been raping our women when we see you you gone get your ass stumped out quick
Yall don’t be cross country like we are
That’s just how that shit goes
Look if you a hater and you always hating man fuck you and that’s all I gotta say

Keep it real forever like we are
That’s just how that shit goes
Try to run up you gona get in the head
If somebody try to play with my money call my hitman let em pass out hits
Keep it real forever like we are
[Hook]
Not just from this city I run this city look at everything I did here
Soon as I inhale I’m already fucked up as soon as I blow it out
Yall don’t get that money like we are
Thanksgiving we gone pass out turkeys
And we always serios even if you tell a funny joke we don’t laugh bout shit
Where real niggas show love the real niggas get all the unreal niggas out the way
Don’t get they girls wetter like we are

Smoke good and get lunches like we are
One time for my people trying to find a better way
Smoke good and get lunches like we are
Don’t get their girls wetter like we are
Get worse or get better like we are
Real street nigga, but a real CEO too I’m in the black I ain’t never in the red
Chasing opportunity like bitch you ain’t gone get away

That’s just how that shit goes
Get worse or get better like we are
Started off with nothing and turned it into something a lot hundred dolla bills here
We gone do this one time for the real niggas mayne
That’s right
That’s just how that shit goes
Get worse or get better like we are
January 19 Josepgh Wayne Mcvey day a real nigga holiday
[Verse 1]
Don’t get their girls wetter like we are

Looking at you lazy ass niggas like shaking my head you ain’t even gotta wonder what I said

I’m always working always on my feet if I ain’t getting head I ain’t in the bed
1996 when I started this shit and I’m still here
And my war room ready I’m ready to go to war

Keep it real forever like we are
Lets go
Stripper poles and strippers a bartender at the bar
Smoke good and get lunches like we are
Yall don’t be cross country like we are
We done with all that fuck shit dog
Yall don’t be cross country like we are
[Intro]
That’s just how that shit goes
Listen
We ain’t smokin on none of that reggie baby we smoking loud
Yall go get that money like we are
Yall go get that money like we are
Trying to put food on the table running from the popo everyday
Very few rich niggas whole lotta bitch niggas that’s just how it is here
[Hook]
And if you see me with a bad bitch I didn’t have to spend shit I be damn if Ima pay
Either you gone get better or you gone get gone I ain’t hearing that shit today
Go DJ Helfner Checkin in
I got everything I need at the house already so Im not going out

PI’ERRE BOURNE – Pokeball

I’m like Gandhi, gotta peace
She don’t wanna leave (hey)
Back at my place
Back at my place
She gone f*ck me good
Cause my b*tch no plantiff
She gone f*ck me good
Stuffing all these woods

She gone f*ck me good
At the fireplace

Back at my place
Smoking backwoods
Back at my place
Niggas bully hey, funny, Steve Harvey
Ain’t no swishers baby
She be cooking good
Cleo, what you thinkin?

She gone f*ck me good
Back at my place
She be cooking good

Smoking all these woods
Back at my place
Back at my place
She’s a bully, hey, she just want to tease
Back at my place
I got lots of money now, so people gone change me
Ain’t no swishers baby
Cleo, what you thinkin?
I got lots of money now, this money look strange to me
Back at my place
She gone f*ck me good
Back at my place
At the fireplace
Freddy versus Jason
She be cooking good
I got lots of money now, I think it invaded me
She be cooking good
Back at my place
Back at my place
She be cooking good
Whoa, Whoa, Whoa, Whoa, Whoa, Whoa, Whoa, Whoa, Whoa, Whoa, Whoa, Whoa, Whoa, Whoa
Smoking backwoods
She gone f*ck me good
Let me count up, placement
Freddy versus Jason
Back at my place
Back at my place
Smoking all these woods
I got lots of money now, I don’t keep no change on me
Stuffing all these woods
She be cooking good
Let me count up, placement

Leven Kali – Do U Wrong (feat. Syd)

So tell me what you want, I’m tired of the guessin’, babe
Bad as I want to
Tell me what you like

Take the mask off, I can put my face in it
Should I be nice, should I be rude?
I can’t read your mind
Oh, what I want, yeah
I can’t read your mind
Tell me what you like
I can’t read your mind, I, I can’t read your mind
Would it keep me on your mind long enough, baby?
[Bridge: Leven Kali & Syd]
I can’t read your mind
Baby won’t you let me ride?
[Chorus: Syd]
Oh you can be the one, you can be the only
I can’t read your mind, I can’t read your mind
Tell me what you like
I can do you wrong if you want, babe

Bad as I want to, I really want you so
Baby won’t you let me ride?
Baby won’t you let me ride?
Bad as I want to, I really want you, girl
Bad as I want to, I really want you so
[Chorus: Syd & Leven Kali]
Bad as I want to, I really want you, girl
I can’t read your mind
You ain’t gotta trip, we can vacation
I can give you love, I can play it cool for you
[Pre-Chorus: Syd]
I can’t read your mind, I can’t read your mind
Bad as I want to, I really want you so
Tell me what you want, I’m tired of the baitin’
Baby won’t you let me ride?
Do I text twice? Do I play cool?
I can pick you up or send a pool for you
Baby, I could beat it up, I can catch the fade with it
Tell me what you like
Baby won’t you let me ride?
I can do you wrong if you want, babe
I can’t read your mind
If you wanna bite, baby girl, I bite back

If I only hit it once, it would be a shame, wouldn’t it?
I can’t read your mind
Baby won’t you let me ride?
Should I be nice, should I be rude?
Tell me what you like

[Verse 1: Syd]
I can show you somethin’, this could be a lesson

Tell me what you like
Baby won’t you let me ride?
[Chorus: Leven Kali & Syd]
Tell me what you like
[Pre-Chorus: Leven Kali]
If I use my tongue, baby would you like that?
I can do you wrong if you want, babe
I can’t read your mind
[Outro: Leven Kali]
Tell me what you like
Take you all around the world and give you paper planes
I can’t read your mind, I, I can’t read your mind
Would it keep me on your mind long enough, babe?

Bad as I want to, I really want you, girl
I can’t read your mind

I can do you wrong if you want, babe
Bad as I want to, I really want you, girl

Baby won’t you let me ride?
We could be in love if we keep datin’
If you wanna be my girl or just the homie

Baby won’t you let me ride?
Do I play cool? Do I text twice?
Oh, I really want you, girl
[Verse 2: Leven Kali]
You could be the one, you could be my favorite

Cam O’bi – TenderHeaded (feat. Smino)

Yanked straight from my naps, dead on my comb

Now a lil’ nigga breakin’ concrete

[Chorus]
Instantly began a surgery
How come, how come?
Anywhere you turned, the shit was hot around the clock
You know, kinda like Michael Jackson?
Weavin’ through the naps, dreams been on hold
Tender head, my denim skrong
Windows lining my smile, silver teeth underneath my pillow
Rollin’ my innocence in a cigarillo like
But gimme got shot, so the ink stainin’ my record now
Since my cradle hit the flo
Yanked straight from my naps, dead on my comb

Got sent to the principal for my potty mouth
Daddy, I don’t like this school shit
Lil’ nigga, no table manners
Weavin’ through the naps, dreams been on hold
"You wanna goto jail?", "Hell naw, mister security!"
Tender head, my genes on swole
Yea, yea, yea, yeaaaaaaah
Yea, yea, yea, yeaaaaaaah
On the back of the bus gettin’ neck had a knack for noggin’

They told find something more concrete
How come I can’t do what fuck I want do?
And they could not ice cube it, damn
Tender head, my genes on swole
Googlin’ booty, beauty illusions polluted and deep-rooted in my mind
How come, how come?
Playing around in the hallway like one of Santa’s elves
Afro puffs hit the flo’, symbolic of sheddin’ my innocence
When my cradle hit the flo’
Tryna get this skraight, no damn hot comb through
Tender head, my denim skrong
Sister said I need to do somethin’ about them beedy-beed naps
Tender head, my denim skrong
How come, how come?
Yea, yea, yea, yeaaaaaah
How come I can’t do what fuck I want do?
How come, how come?
With algebraic, calculus algorithms designed to cure me of my nappiness
You pull a comb thru my afro that shit’ll crackle like a bowl full of Rice Krispies
Unless it’s produced by David Banner

I guess I thought they were magicians or alchemists or mathematicians
[Chorus]
Fuck an alogarithm, I’ll log into the music, damn
Tryna get this skraight, no damn hot comb through
I don’t wanna sing the Star-Spangled Banner
When my cradle hit the flo’
Weavin’ through the naps, dreams been on hold
I beat the desk until my knuckles bleed
The damn barber just started laughin’
I told that man I wanted to look like Superman
How come, how come?
Talkin’ bout some, "give me your number so we can call the house"
But my mental skrong, know who I wanna be
All my teachers think I’m challenged mentally
They’ll never take away my confidence
How come I can’t say what fuck I want say?
How come I can’t say what fuck I want say?
Tender braids, but I can’t make my eyes rain
A nigga had a nappy head like a Brillo pad
My block was a Rubix
Snackin’ on Andy Capp’s with a pickle and a quarter water
Bada-bing, Voila!, made wings wit the words, Hallelujah, Yah bitch, Yah!
I cried as he gave me that bald fade
Since my cradle hit the flo
How come, how come?
Remember when I was a kiddo, growin’ up in the middle
Tender braids, but I can’t make my eyes rain
Spitballs and scrabble sessions and tattle-tales
But when he had the long hair

Like a perm burned off my happiness, I sat silently acquiescent, pitfalls of adolescence
Elbows on the lunch table, eatin’ on a gravy sammich
Since my cradle hit the flo
Praises to God I ain’t no convict
How come I can’t do what fuck I want do?
[Chorus]
How come, how come?
Tryna get this skraight, no damn hot comb through
How come, how come?
I been put it down the line like laundry
[Verse 1: Cam O’bi]
Walked in the barbershop asked me what I wanted
[Verse 2: Smino]
How come, how come?
Crazy it attracted shawty’s
Mama, I don’t like this school shit
How come, how come?
All my blessings came when I accepted I’m not y’all
How come, how come?
How come, how come?
Lil’ nick at nighttime

Natalie Imbruglia – Left Of The Middle

Though it’s seems the only way
Not today
He’s out there somewhere
Not today
And you’re there calling out
But it’s a game that I can’t play
Though it seems the only way
And I got a straight road
And you’re there calling out
Where is my hero?

But it’s something I can’t say
End of the third round
And I’m there calling out
But it’s a game that I can’t play
And my world falls down
Not today
Left of the middle
Trying to get through
I got my ticket
But I’m passing the same signs
Chasing the same lines
I’m pushing zero
And my world falls down
Over and over
But it’s something I can’t say
As I put the phone down
I need to tell you
But it’s a game that I can’t play
And your world falls down
But it’s something I can’t say

Over the old ground
Though it’s seems the only way

Left of the middle
It’s not always easy

Frank Zappa – I Have Been In You

And that is maybe (why you cried)
Now I’m goin’ in you again baby
In you again
You have been in me
I have been in you, baby
To wash your stinky hand
But what’s the difference now?
I have been in ‘n’ outta you (in ‘n’ outta you, in ‘n’ outta you)
In you again, ah!
And it sure was fine
And everywhere, you want me to (in ‘n’ outta yoooou)
I have been in you baby

Aw’ little girl there ain’t no time
I might have been (undignified)
In you again-aah!
In you again, ah!

I thought that we would never
In you again-aah!
And you have been in me

And so you see we have be so together
And we have be so intimately entwined
Yes you know it’s true;
And you have been in me
You have been in me
I’m goin’ in you again, baby
In you again, ah!
‘N’ you can go in me too, that’s true

In you again…
In you again-aah!
(Return from Forever)
I’m goin’ in you again

I have been in you, baby
In you again-aah!
And understandably

In you again
I’m going in you again-ahh!
And while (I was inside)
Go head ‘n’ roll over
I’m going in you again-ahhh
In you again, ah!
I don’t know, Maybe so
In you again, ah!
Return from Forever
‘N’ later when we get through
(Return from Forever)
In you again, ah!