Roy Wood$ – Afterparty (feat. Lil’ Yachty & Swae Lee)

[Chorus: Roy Woods]
Little bitty shakin’ that like maracas
She’s rollin’ off a bean and I can’t stop her
My condo ain’t far, you can roll though
Females only at my after-party
Females only at my after-party
Females only at my after-party
Little bitty shakin’ that like maracas
She’s rollin’ off a bean and I can’t stop her

[Verse 1: Roy Woods]
2017
16 when I started rappin’, now I’m 21 and made
Niggas envy me, ’cause I never changed
Still the same Denzel with the Jheri curls and the fade
Gold chains might bust face if they hit ya
Only way now is up since the boy added Roy to the picture
I’m too busy, can’t link ya
I’m fucked up ’cause I’m mixin’
Starboy Roy just entered the building, ya can’t miss me
Why your girl wanna kiss me?
Ex girl wanna diss me
That’s not real syrup boy, your cup’s lookin’ too pissy
I ain’t gotta change lanes, nigga you know I’m for the century
Still got a few boo thangs back home that I ain’t linkin’
On fleek, I’m always on fleek
I look different everyday, get new outfits every week
VIP, VIP status
Females tryna leap at me
You can’t love me, you don’t understand me
Send me pictures of you without panties
I’ma take ’em off for you, come and find me
Cup on E
My water has M, my blunt has weed
My shawty on go (she on go)
My niggas in the cut, rollin’ in the car

[Chorus: Roy Woods]
Little bitty shakin’ that like maracas
She’s rollin’ off a bean and I can’t stop her
My condo ain’t far, you can roll though
Females only at my after-party
Females only at my after-party
Females only at my after-party
Little bitty shakin’ that like maracas
She’s rollin’ off a bean and I can’t stop her

[Verse 2: Lil Yachty]
Only bad bitches invited, yeah
Slide her legs up like a sidekick, ayy, yeah
Leave your cell phones at the door (brr, brr)
Ain’t no strippers in this bitch but she ain’t got clothes on
Big Boat and my nigga Roy, we important (Lil Boat)
Big group of hoes, but I can only let in a portion, yeah
‘Cause some of them hoes ugly (huh)
Them yo’ friends
Some of them hoes musty (what)
Don’t come again
Don’t pop up if you ain’t invited
Let you know how yo’ bitch feel when I get inside it
And she probably gon’ squirt ’cause she gettin’ excited
And they probably gon’ arrest me for this riot
That they said we incitin’

[Chorus: Roy Woods]
Little bitty shakin’ that like maracas
She’s rollin’ off a bean and I can’t stop her
My condo ain’t far, you can roll though
Females only at my after-party
Females only at my after-party (females only)
Females only at my after-party (bad tings only)
Little bitty shakin’ that like maracas (females only)
She’s rollin’ off a bean and I can’t stop her (bad tings only)

[Verse 3: Swae Lee]
Niggas lookin’ mad, what’s your problem?
Bad bitches watchin’ me, want a follow
I’m rollin’ up some green, avocado
I’m holdin’ up my pants and a bottle
Askin’ ’bout my grass, no this ain’t polo
Young lava boy hotter than a mofo
I took her home and she just hit the lotto
I’m buyin’ cars all cash, what’s a car note?
She’s gulpin’ down her drink and she can’t swallow
I’ve got models from Uganda to Toronto (I’ve got models)
And if you want my bro let my bro know
Green light, if you ain’t on go then you stayin’ home

[Chorus: Roy Woods]
Little bitty shakin’ that like maracas
She’s rollin’ off a bean and I can’t stop her
My condo ain’t far, you can roll though
Females only at my after-party
Females only at my after-party (females only)
Females only at my after-party (bad tings only)
Little bitty shakin’ that like maracas (females only)
She’s rollin’ off a bean and I can’t stop her (bad tings only)

Snoop Dogg – 3’s Company Lyrics

[Chorus: Chris Brown]
Play on player
Girls on top on girls, when we rocking (rocking)
Play on player, play on player, play on player, play on player

[Verse: Chris Brown]
Sexy girl you came to party
You ain’t with your friends
Please come in in
Girl don’t mind, one time
Oh baby let me see you
You walk across that jewelry
Then slightly shake that booty (oh yeah)
Get your walk while I do it
I’ma show you all the way I play I do it

[Chorus: Chris Brown]
Play on player, play on player, play on player, play on player
Play on player, play on player, play on player, play on player (It was only)
Play on player
Girls on top on girls, when we rocking (rocking)
Play on player, play on player, play on player, play on player

[Verse: Chris Brown]
Breezy, smoke weed in the VIP

Gucci Mane & T-Pain – Lit (feat. Steve Aoki) (On Jimmy Kimmel) (Live)

[Intro: T-Pain & (Gucci Mane)]
Yeah, boy, you gettin’ that T-Pain and Aoki (Gucci)
All of y’all tryna do our shit, you just soundin’ like karaoke (Huh?)
Long as y’all gettin’ lit (Yeah)
Yellow Claw gettin’ lit (Ha)
Long as y’all gettin’ lit, let’s go

[Verse 1: Gucci Mane]
It’s Gucci Mane in this bitch, and yeah, it’s lit, hella lit
Yellow Rollie on my wrist, same color my yellow bitch
I say I ain’t got no type, but I prefer ’em super thick
I was born for this shit, you too borin’ for the bitch
In the foreign, motor roarin’, sittin’ on Forgis with a kit
Plus my outfit sick with it just like E-40 and the clique
I’m so spoiled, she don’t get naked, it’s hard for me to tip
I’m so hard, got ’em runnin’ and I just put in the tip

[Chorus: T-Pain]
They don’t see me
Oh no, they don’t see me
Your girl’s drawers comin’ down
But the hands go up to the ceilin’
I guarantee it, I guarantee it, I guarantee it, I guarantee it
I’m throwin’ money in the VIP
I’m ballin’ out, so you know it’s me
They tell me, baby you’re a boy makin’ big noise
Hanging in the street, yeah
I be hangin’ in the street, oh lord
I guarantee it, I guarantee it, I guarantee that I’m the shit
If you’re feelin’ like me, I guarantee it’s about to get lit

[Verse 2: Gucci Mane]
I’m tryna live, tryna hit Club Liv and spend a mil
Who wanna chill with a rich nigga?
Can’t wait to pay your bills
Listen here, I just made 20 thousand disappear
See it clear, crystal clear
Just like these diamonds in my ear
I’m tryna live, tryna hit Club Liv and spend a mil
Who wanna chill with a rich nigga?
Can’t wait to pay your bills
I’ma put that top [?] shit in your ear, listen here
I just pulled up to the front, trunk in the rear
Gucci

[Chorus: T-Pain]
They don’t see me
Oh no, they don’t see me
Your girl’s drawers comin’ down
But the hands go up to the ceilin’
I guarantee it, I guarantee it, I guarantee it, I guarantee it
I’m throwin’ money in the VIP
I’m ballin’ out, so you know it’s me
They tell me, baby you’re a boy makin’ big noise
Hanging in the street, yeah
I be hangin’ in the street, oh lord
I guarantee it, I guarantee it, I guarantee that I’m the shit
If you’re feelin’ like me, I guarantee it’s about to get lit

Jacquees – At The Club (feat. Dej Loaf)

[Hook: Jacquees]
Met her in the club
All the ballers showing love
Can you party with a thug
I’m just trying to show you love
VIP we got it packed
This is where the party at
You’re the one I wanna know
So tell me how it’s supposed to go

[Verse 1: Dej Loaf]
He said meet me in Miami
Ever been on a jet girl don’t you panic
Get used to the whips and the mansions
He ain’t know I was this thick
T-Shirt, Panties
We hit the club together we tip the dancers
Might grab a couple if they really attractive
Or I can keep it classy I can get romantic
It’s all up to you
What you wanna do

[Pre-Hook: Jacquees]
I used to love em, leave em
Girl it’s something about you
Think I’ma keep you
Pull up in the Wagon I put the Jeep up
Girl we living lavish so kick your feet up

[Hook: Jacquees]
Met her in the club
All the ballers showing love
Can you party with a thug
I’m just trying to show you love
VIP we got it packed
This is where the party at
You’re the one I wanna know
So tell me how it’s supposed to go

[Verse 2: Jacquees]
Let’s take a trip to the other side
Tell me if you’re thinking otherwise
You’re a boss I wanna treat you
I know you tired of all the leeches
Girl I’m in love with all your features
And I will love you til your knees weak
It could be simple but it ain’t easy
I know you know what’s up
It’s all on us

[Pre-Hook: Dej Loaf]
I used to love em, leave em
Boy it’s something bout you
Think I’ma keep you
I pull up in the Wagon I put the Jeep up
Boy we living lavish kick your feet up

[Bridge: Dej Loaf]
All I wanna do
Is get away with you
You had me at hello, what’s up
What we gonna do when we leave this club

[Hook: Jacquees]
Met her in the club
All the ballers showing love
Can you party with a thug
I’m just trying to show you love
VIP we got it packed
This is where the party at
You’re the one I wanna know
So tell me how it’s supposed to go

smokepurpp – Fingers Blue (feat. Travis Scott)

[Intro: Smokepurpp]
Till my fingers blue
I like countin’ hunnids till my fingers blue
Lil purpp

[Hook: Smokepurpp]
I just fucked this bitch inside a Bentley coupe
Hopped up in the Wraith got stars up on the roof
I like selling mid because I smoke the boof
I be countin’ hunnids till my fingers blue
Till my fingers blue, till my fingers blue
I like countin’ hunnids till my fingers blue
Till my fingers blue, till my fingers blue
I like countin’ hunnids till my fingers blue

[Verse 1: Smokepurpp]
Hop out the whip, i’m in the kitchen i whip
Chopper on me, shots to the head make him sit
Yeah I’m the shit, all of my songs is a hit I don’t miss
Smokin’ on gas in the VIP, poppin’ champagne on a bitch
Heard you a snitch, nigga be quiet cuz you can get bitched
I keep a chopper it’s loaded, hop out the rolls got my name on the curtain
Fuckin’ yo thot yeah I do that for certain
And I stay clean like detergent
Poppin’ on xannies and poppin’ on perkies
Run up on me you get cut like a turkey

[Hook: Smokepurpp]
I just fucked this bitch inside a Bentley coupe
Hopped up in the Wraith got stars up on the roof
I like selling mid because I smoke the boof
I like countin’ hunnids till my fingers blue
Till my fingers blue, till my fingers blue
I like countin’ hunnids till my fingers blue
Till my fingers blue, till my fingers blue
I like countin’ hunnids till my fingers blue

[Verse 2: Travis Scott]
Till my fingers blue, till my fingers blue
I like countin’ hunnids till my fingers blue
Lamborghini roadster, this is not the coupe (Skrr skrr)
If I slide the top off then you better shoot (yeah!)
Diamond teeth (shine), diamonds white and pink (it’s lit)
Yeah, back in sync, just in time to drink
Still strawberry smooth, still roll off the goop
Hit her off the view, top floor aerial
Yeah, all she do is dance and take xans, she too basic
If she ever plan on fall asleep my hands replace them
Whole damn crew, off the zoot
Pour the juice, hit the jack and count the deads

[Hook: Smokepurpp & Travis Scott]
I just fucked this bitch inside a Bentley coupe
Hopped up in the Wraith got stars up on the roof
I like selling mid because I smoke the boof
I like countin’ hunnids till my fingers blue
Till my fingers blue, till my fingers blue
I like countin’ hunnids till my fingers blue
Till my fingers blue, till my fingers blue
I like countin’ hunnids till my fingers blue

Big K.R.I.T. – Confetti

[Chorus]
Your confetti ain’t even heavy nigga
Got the win, I want the record nigga
What’s a crown if you don’t protect it nigga?
What’s a name if they don’t respect it nigga?
Nah, your confetti ain’t even heavy

[Verse 1]
These niggas fucking up the game
This shit is so suspicious
You ain’t buy it all unless you blew a ticket
All up in the VIP, but you ain’t fuck them bitches
I’ma ball all summer just to flex for Christmas
Angel wings on the doors, I gotta suplex em’
Money don’t make you fly, that’s just my perspective
Running up the score just to expose a bluff
‘Cause nowadays gettin’ a win just ain’t enough
Fuck the check up last week, I got a new agenda
The last time I couldn’t buy some shit?
I can’t remember
The last time I fucked the world, I must’ve bust the center
I bought a crib and set that bitch on top of Mt. Olympus
When you living that high up, it’s hard to see the tension
I’m only selling game, I’m all out of simping
Grip the foreign like a trophy, gotta hold it steady
Fuck your party when your confetti ain’t even heavy nigga

[Chorus]
Got the win, I want the record nigga
What’s a crown if you don’t protect it nigga?
What’s a name if they don’t respect it nigga?
Nah, your confetti ain’t even heavy

[Verse 2]
We all off in the club like Sincere in Belly
Can’t even drink my liquor, money on my celly
Account it like you got a check, spend it when you ready
I’m giving niggas hell, pray I go to heaven
Nailing in they coffin, the cost of them being off it
Balling since Iverson crossed you
Winner’s circle, my office
Fucking off with these wins
You fucking up with this loss
Waiter forgot my season, I’m glad that they throwin’ that salt
Might just throw a toss and holla fuck it
‘Cause when your wrist game know the grip changed
Nigga buckets
Chip rain in the strip game, hoes will bust it
Snakes come, chop they heads off
Kobe clutching on a meal ticket
Motherfuck you if you feel different
I caught a break, no debate, and you still fishing
The genie out the bottle and you still wishing
Know my downfall ’cause you petty

[Chorus]
Confetti ain’t even heavy nigga
Got the win, I want the record nigga
What’s a crown if you don’t protect it nigga?
What’s a name if they don’t respect it nigga?
Nah, your confetti ain’t even heavy

Vip – Mario feat. Essemm dalszoveg

Dalszoveg Mario – Vip

Hosszú lesz az éjszaka
Úgy tervezzél baby, hogy ma úgysem mész haza
Na gyerünk, légy laza
Ma a GWM, az ESSEMM és a Mario visz partyba!
Csak lightosan, rázd baba a segged, hadd lássák a VIP -ban mindent szabad
Köztünk vagy, hát érezd jól magad!

A bal kezemben Whisky, a jobb kezemben miksi
Nem kell a hiszti, csak haza akarlak vinni
Jól áll a szoknya, meg jó nagy a bullja
A fajtám nem koppan, nálad gyilkos a forma
Tetszel, kellesz! Veled este meglesz, mert kell
Megtudod hamarosan drágám, hogy milyen vagyok én
Elcsábítottál neked szól a zeném
Veszélyes a brigád, rajok vagyunk, ez a világ
A mi hibánk, utánunk futnak a gádzsik, értünk zokognak a pinák
Mert nekem is- neked is kell néha relax, sok a stressz
Menjen a dance, ma este minden lesz
Mert én vagyok neked a G-W-M, VIP és a brigád, ha nem ismered testvér a csajodat kérdezd
Raj vagyok azt csinálok amit akarok, ha bemegyek valahova tesó a buli elszabadul.

Hosszú lesz az éjszaka
Úgy tervezzél baby, hogy ma úgysem mész haza
Na gyerünk, légy laza
Ma a GWM, az ESSEMM és a Mario visz partyba!
Csak lightosan, rázd baba a segged, hadd lássák a VIP-ban mindent szabad
Köztünk vagy, hát érezd jól magad!

Hidd el vezet az utamon a szaglásom
Jó érzékem van, hogy a lány engem lásson
A vére után megyek mint egy vámpír
Már nála vagyok még mielőtt rám ír
Most itt vannak a tettek urai
“NEM BÍROK A VÉREMMEL”, mint a Burai
Nincs olyan, hogy nem leszel…
Az enyém, mikor velem elveszel
Mondtam, hogy nem a többi palid vagyok
Nem egy palimadár, aki a kalitkában ragyog
Hanem aki az éjszakában mutatja a fényeket
Nem ígérgetek, én mutatom a tényeket
Minden barátnőd rám mosolyog
De most nem érdekel más csakis a mosolyod
Sajnos örökké szeretni nem tudlak
De ígérem boldog leszel hogyha meg..

Hosszú lesz az éjszaka
Úgy tervezzél baby, hogy ma úgysem mész haza
Na gyerünk, légy laza versuri-lyrics.info
Ma a GWM, az ESSEMM és a Mario visz partyba!
Csak lightosan, rázd baba a segged, hadd lássák a VIP-ban mindent szabad
Köztünk vagy, hát érezd jól magad!

Nem lehetsz Te másé, már csak az enyém
Gyere rosszlány, az este hidd el csak a tiéd
Ó várj, meglásd, hogy nem lesz mit megbánj
Szemedbe látom baba ég a tűz, az se baj hogyha rossz útra tévedünk
Gyere rázd meg a tested, a rajongód lettem, éjjel az ágyban, hagy lássam a melled!

Hosszú lesz az éjszaka
Úgy tervezzél baby, hogy ma úgysem mész haza
Na gyerünk, légy laza
Ma a GWM, az ESSEMM és a Mario visz partyba!
Csak lightosan, rázd baba a segged, hadd lássák a VIP-ban mindent szabad
Köztünk vagy, hát érezd jól magaddd.
Mario dalszovegek
Video Mario

Faith Evans – You Used To Love Me (Puff Daddy Remix) Lyrics

[Intro: Puff Daddy]
This another one of them remixes
Come on, with your bad self
Rock on, with your bad self
Ha ha…that’s right
Come on, with your bad self
Rock on, with your bad self
That’s right
Come on, with your bad self
Rock on, with your bad self
Get down, with your bad self
Get up, with your bad self
Come on, with your bad self
Rock on, with your bad self
Get down, with your bad self
Get up, with your bad self
Come on, with your bad self
Come on, with your bad self
Rock on, with your bad self
Rock on, with your bad self
Come on, with your bad self
Get up, with your bad self
Get down, with your bad self
Come on, with your bad self

[Chorus]
I remember the way you used to love me (Remix)
I remember the days you used to love me (Come on)

[Verse 1]
You don’t appreciate the time
I put into this love affair of ours, baby
I couldn’t let you walk around
Thinking it’s alright to let me down

[Chorus]
I remember the way you used to love me
(I remember, I remember)
I remember the way you used to love me
(Oh, oh)

[Verse 2]
I gave you all my precious love
And anything you wanted from me (Come on)
You didn’t hear me calling out
For your affection after all this time
(Come on)

[Rap: Puff Daddy]
On the strength, I’mma keep the faith
I got money to waste, you could stay laced
In begets, ‘cause we gets what we want, baby girl
How you feel going on a cruise around the world?
Playas be so butt they roll in an armored truck
That’s why I let friends go
And out with the Benzo, with the bulletproof windows
I remember when you used to love me
Poppin’ bubbly, hottest thing in the club, G
VIP, sippin’ Dom, Lex on my arm
‘Cause everything I make be the bomb
Rappers, singers, players, and swingers
Pinky rings on our fingers, definitely bell ringers
(That’s right, that’s right)
Living life luxurious
And I remember the ways but you still got me curious
(Bad Boy)

[Bridge]
You didn’t hear me calling out (Didn’t hear me)
And that’s not what love’s about (No, no)
I remember you used to love me
You used to love me every day (Every day, every day)
Now your love has gone away
I remember, I remember…

I remember, I remember
I remember the way you used to love me
(Repeat until end with ad-libs)

Don Q – Protect Ya Patek (feat. A Boogie Wit Da Hoodie)

[Intro: Don Q]
You better protect
You better protect
Y’all know my rep
Yeah, yeah

[Hook: Don Q]
You better protect your Patek
You better protect your Patek
You better protect your Patek
You better protect your Patek

[Verse 1: A Boogie Wit da Hoodie]
You better protect your Patek
This ain’t a diss or a threat
I’m talking nothing but facts
If they ain’t feeling me yet
Tell them pardon my back
I was on 165th on the west of the X
Where they hustlers and killers be at
Plus it was rats
Matter of fact
I don’t even wanna get into that

[Verse 2: Don Q]
You better protect your Patek
I hope you never forget
I put my set on the jet
I can’t accept nothing less
Niggas talking about death on the net
But I don’t be checking for threats
Homie told me that he slept on the steps
So he had to dead the connect
I’m probably collecting a check
Pouring up, measuring tech
This is finesse at its best
I don’t know what’s on my schedule next
I’m focused on seeing my revenue stretch

[Verse 3: A Boogie Wit da Hoodie]
You tryna save her
Like you got an S on your chest
Well I got a check on my neck
I hit it one time and she called me
I never accept
I fucked her and left her depressed
Presidential on my wrist
Won’t argue with a bitch
I don’t wanna listen to that
She just took me out the VIP
And necked me in the whip
While I got a friend in the back
Like yeah

[Verse 4: Don Q]
I’m hearing rumors and gossip
They saying Q is a topic
But I just flew to the tropics
My shoes is exotic
My coupé is robotic
I swear that these niggas is too outta pocket
And I can’t help but address it
You see the legends, respect It
So how could you peasants neglect it
I came out the gate and I said I’m the best in the X
And I’m setting the record
It’s just me and A
We match up a check
On Pateks and we very protected

[Verse 5: A Boogie Wit da Hoodie]
Just me and Don
I might need another hundred on my arm
Might need another hundred on my neck
Keep it a hundred when you in the Bronx
I think she feeling me now
But I cannot remember her name
How you my enemy now?
And before we was sharing a plate?

[Verse 6: Don Q]
None of this money get took for granted
Gave me a shot and I took advantage
Got off my feet and they couldn’t stand it
Yeah I got that dope in the hood, it stink
Nigga you thinking ’bout pressing me
I hope you don’t think I got shit comparing
They pulled me over
Tryna question me
I was drunk at the light and I should’ve ran
Coming out dodging a felony
Bagging up work was a specialty
I’ll really kill for the legacy
I’m not your average celebrity

[Verse 7: A Boogie Wit da Hoodie]
Don’t let me get outta character
We breaking all of the barriers
We gon’ pull up and embarrass ya
Mask on nigga scarier
Money no joke
But on my way to the bank
It be feeling hilarious
Said he a goon
If you got on a Patek
He might just go on and snatch it off

[Interlude: Rowdy Rebel]
We getting that 50 back
But be soon as we go to Vegas
I keep an eye on the nosy neighbors
Got some new toys for the home invaders

[Bridge: Don Q]
You better protect
You better protect
Y’all know my rep
Yeah, yeah

[Hook: Don Q]
You better protect your Patek
You better protect your Patek
You better protect your Patek
You better protect your Patek

Vamos – Niro feat. Ayesha Chanel paroles

Paroles Niro – Vamos

Début d’semaine, j’me barre en week-end, j’fais des sous, ma banquière a envie d’me ken
J’entends pas ses disquettes, mauvaise, telle fille, telle mère, j’veux pas qu’elle dise qu’elle m’aime
C’est vrai qu’elle est bonne et totalement folle, mais, elle fait mal au cerveau, j’éteins mon phone
Mets d’la vodka dans un pichet, d’avance, entre nous c’est fichu, j’pense qu’à la monnaie sale
Et ceux qui s’lèvent pas, ils ont rien dans la boca, j’ai un alibi, un calibre, un avocat
Au cas où ça part en couilles, on t’laisse pas l’occas’, tocard, j’ai la baraka, la vida loca, au calme
Carré VIP, magnum de champagne, j’prends un gros illet-bi, j’me barre en Espagne
Nous on va devenir riches, laisse-les, ils nous connaissent pas, j’suis en mode Avion, poto, j’ai besoin d’espace.(vamos)

Anthill sur le maillot, mes khos bibi la bayda
J’serai avec mes hermanos, para toda la vida
La vie nous fait pas d’cadeaux même si la paire est jdida
Ninõ soldado, para toda la vida.

Una vida llena de lujos que no es para ti, Vamos ! Vamos!
Nesref fel draham yo pago la cuenta del VIP
Desayuno con diamantes, joyas elegantes, viviendo la vida loca como un traficante
Nada es como antes eh, nada es como antes eh
Gasto billetes de 100, diamantes en mi sostén
Yo no necesito un ken, vamos ! Porque estoy viviendo a todo tren
Y si tu quieres juego, yo juego, y su tu tienes pego, fuego
Estoy quemando dinero, euros, me emborracho en un velero, vamos!

Anthill sur le maillot, mes khos bibi la bayda
J’serai avec mes hermanos, para toda la vida
La vie nous fait pas d’cadeaux même si la paire est jdida
Versuri-lyrics.info
Ninõ soldado, para toda la vida.

Anthill sur le maillot
Mes khos bibi la bayda
J’serai avec mes hermanos
Para toda la vida
La vie nous fait pas d’cadeaux (J’fais des sous, ma banquière a envie d’me ken)
Même si la paire est jdida (D’avance, entre nous c’est fichu, j’pense qu’à la monnaie sale)
Ninõ soldado (J’veux pas qu’elle dise qu’elle m’aime, mauvaise, telle fille, telle mère)
Para toda la vida (J’veux pas qu’elle dise qu’elle m’aime, mauvaise, telle fille, telle mère).

Anthill sur le maillot, mes khos bibi la bayda
J’serai avec mes hermanos, para toda la vida
La vie nous fait pas d’cadeaux même si la paire est jdida
Ninõ soldado, para toda la vidaaa.
Niro paroles
Video Niro

Don Q – Protect Ur Patek (Corner Stories Reloaded Album)

[Intro: Don Q]
You better protect
You better protect
Y’all know my rep
Yeah, yeah

[Hook: Don Q]
You better protect your Patek
You better protect your Patek
You better protect your Patek
You better protect your Patek

[Verse 1: A Boogie Wit da Hoodie]
You better protect your Patek
This ain’t a diss or a threat
I’m talking nothing but facts
If they ain’t feeling me yet
Tell them pardon my back
I was on 165th on the west of the X
Where they hustlers and killers be at
Plus it was rats
Matter of fact
I don’t even wanna get into that

[Verse 2: Don Q]
You better protect your Patek
I hope you never forget
I put my set on the jet
I can’t accept nothing less
Niggas talking about death on the net
But I don’t be checking for threats
Homie told me that he slept on the steps
So he had to dead the connect
I’m probably collecting a check
Pouring up, measuring tech
This is finesse at its best
I don’t know what’s on my schedule next
I’m focused on seeing my revenue stretch

[Verse 3: A Boogie Wit da Hoodie]
You tryna save her
Like you got an S on your chest
Well I got a check on my neck
I hit it one time and she called me
I never accept
I fucked her and left her depressed
Presidential on my wrist
Won’t argue with a bitch
I don’t wanna listen to that
She just took me out the VIP
And necked me in the whip
While I got a friend in the back
Like yeah

[Verse 4: Don Q]
I’m hearing rumors and gossip
They saying Q is a topic
But I just flew to the tropics
My shoes is exotic
My coupé is robotic
I swear that these niggas is too outta pocket
And I can’t help but address it
You see the legends, respect It
So how could you peasants neglect it
I came out the gate and I said I’m the best in the X
And I’m setting the record
It’s just me and A
We match up a check
On Pateks and we very protected

[Verse 5: A Boogie Wit da Hoodie]
Just me and Don
I might need another hundred on my arm
Might need another hundred on my neck
Keep it a hundred when you in the Bronx
I think she feeling me now
But I cannot remember her name
How you my enemy now?
And before we was sharing a plate?

[Verse 6: Don Q]
None of this money get took for granted
Gave me a shot and I took advantage
Got off my feet and they couldn’t stand it
Yeah I got that dope in the hood, it stink
Nigga you thinking ’bout pressing me
I hope you don’t think I got shit comparing
They pulled me over
Tryna question me
I was drunk at the light and I should’ve ran
Coming out dodging a felony
Bagging up work was a specialty
I’ll really kill for the legacy
I’m not your average celebrity

[Verse 7: A Boogie Wit da Hoodie]
Don’t let me get outta character
We breaking all of the barriers
We gon’ pull up and embarrass ya
Mask on nigga scarier
Money no joke
But on my way to the bank
It be feeling hilarious
Said he a goon
If you got on a Patek
He might just go on and snatch it off

[Interlude: Rowdy Rebel]
We getting that 50 back
But be soon as we go to Vegas
I keep an eye on the nosy neighbors
Got some new toys for the home invaders

[Bridge: Don Q]
You better protect
You better protect
Y’all know my rep
Yeah, yeah

[Hook: Don Q]
You better protect your Patek
You better protect your Patek
You better protect your Patek
You better protect your Patek

Steve Aoki & Yellow Claw – Lit (feat. Gucci Mane & T-Pain)

[Intro: T-Pain & (Gucci Mane)]
Yeah, boy, you gettin’ that T-Pain and Aoki (Gucci)
All of y’all tryna do our shit, you just soundin’ like karaoke (Huh?)
Long as y’all gettin’ lit (Yeah)
Yellow Claw gettin’ lit (Ha)
Long as y’all gettin’ lit, let’s go

[Verse 1: Gucci Mane]
It’s Gucci Mane in this bitch, and yeah, it’s lit, hella lit
Yellow Rollie on my wrist, same color my yellow bitch
I say I ain’t got no type, but I prefer ’em super thick
I was born for this shit, you too borin’ for the bitch
In the foreign, motor roarin’, sittin’ on Forgis with a kit
Plus my outfit sick with it just like E-40 and the clique
I’m so spoiled, she don’t get naked, it’s hard for me to tip
I’m so hard, got ’em runnin’ and I just put in the tip

[Chorus: T-Pain]
They don’t see me
Oh no, they don’t see me
Your girl’s drawers comin’ down
But the hands go up to the ceilin’
I guarantee it, I guarantee it, I guarantee it, I guarantee it
I’m throwin’ money in the VIP
I’m ballin’ out, so you know it’s me
They tell me, baby you’re a boy makin’ big noise
Hanging in the street, yeah
I be hangin’ in the street, oh lord
I guarantee it, I guarantee it, I guarantee that I’m the shit
If you’re feelin’ like me, I guarantee it’s about to get lit

[Verse 2: Gucci Mane]
I’m tryna live, tryna hit Club Liv and spend a mil
Who wanna chill with a rich nigga?
Can’t wait to pay your bills
Listen here, I just made 20 thousand disappear
See it clear, crystal clear
Just like these diamonds in my ear
I’m tryna live, tryna hit Club Liv and spend a mil
Who wanna chill with a rich nigga?
Can’t wait to pay your bills
I’ma put that top [?] shit in your ear, listen here
I just pulled up to the front, trunk in the rear
Gucci

[Chorus: T-Pain]
They don’t see me
Oh no, they don’t see me
Your girl’s drawers comin’ down
But the hands go up to the ceilin’
I guarantee it, I guarantee it, I guarantee it, I guarantee it
I’m throwin’ money in the VIP
I’m ballin’ out, so you know it’s me
They tell me, baby you’re a boy makin’ big noise
Hanging in the street, yeah
I be hangin’ in the street, oh lord
I guarantee it, I guarantee it, I guarantee that I’m the shit
If you’re feelin’ like me, I guarantee it’s about to get lit

Kesha – Kiss Kiss, Hug Hug Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Grammy’s, Oscar’s, Emmy’s, Tony’s
Pretty perfect plastic phonies
Princesses and poofy dresses
After parties, VIP lists
There he is, should I know him?
Smile with those faces and

[Chorus]
Kiss kiss, hug hug
Don’t say it, think it, bite your tongue
Kiss kiss, hug hug
Makes me wanna just throw up
Pointless conversation
Forget what your name is

[Verse 2]
Frozen grins, purple martini’s
Geisha girls and micro Mini’s
Geeks with cameras, stars with momma’s
Gotta love that freak show drama
(Oh my god is that like, Shaquille O’Neal?)
Gettin’ drunk (gettin’ drunk)
Hookin’ up (hookin’ up)
Loser, schmoozer (loser, schmoozer)

[Chorus]
Kiss kiss, hug hug
Don’t say it, think it, bite your tongue
Kiss kiss, hug hug
Makes me wanna just throw up
Pointless conversations
Forget what your name is

[Verse 3]
I’d like to thank the Hollywood Foreign Press Association
And my dog Delicious, and my hamster, God and Oprah
[?] and yoga teachers
My personal trainer Sven
And, of course all my fans

[Chorus]
Kiss kiss, hug hug
Don’t say it, think it, bite your tongue
Kiss kiss, hug hug
Makes me wanna just throw up
Kiss kiss, hug hug
Gossip swept under the rug
Kiss kiss, hug hug
Yeah, I’m here, it’s kind of fun
Pointless conversations
Forget what your name is

[Outro]
Sarah? Or maybe Rachel?
I mean, uh, Michelle?
Maybe your name is Dorian?

RiFF RAFF – 11 Hour Nap Lyrics

[Chorus]
11 hour nap off the Actavis
I stumble over FedEx packages
It’s Ravishing Rick Rude in the matte tint
Black tint, blue wrist
Helicopter pad feels like a windstorm (snow storm)
I could start a snow storm with my chain and charm
Chocolate diamonds ducked off in my ruby rug
Hurricane in my blood, flash flood

[Verse 1]
Red carpet, kush, ashes on floor mats
My words, they didn’t pass, don’t think about that
Don’t ask me any questions, should we interact
Madonna does my ad-libs, you do the math
I should have a TV show, theme song on top
I don’t FaceTime, you watch screenshots
Damn it’s gettin’ hot, I pull open the top
Pull up with no roof, diamonds on my tooth
I should have a TV show, theme song on top
I don’t FaceTime, you watch screenshots
Damn it’s gettin’ hot, I pull open the top
Pull up with no roof, diamonds on my tooth

[Chorus]
11 hour nap off the Actavis
I stumble over FedEx packages
It’s Ravishing Rick Rude in the matte tint
Black tint, blue wrist
Helicopter pad feels like a windstorm (snow storm)
I could start a snow storm with my chain and charm
Chocolate diamonds ducked off in my ruby rug
Hurricane in my blood, flash flood

[Verse 2]
Feel like I’m rich
This money ain’t shit, I might buy me a bitch
Broke out a stick and he let it hit
My niggas stay lit
You don’t like me, most likely it’s this
Most likely I’m hitting his sis
If I ain’t hit, then I get the assist
A lotta hoes, I ain’t get to admit
Young niggas turnin’ rich off Riff
Young niggas runnin’ shit, Emmitt Smith
Fuckin’ hoes, doin’ shows, me and Riff
On the road, every mission I mix
Couple you niggas got clipped
Wasn’t on shit from the get
Be like this as I step on the fence
Broke niggas, they stay on the bench

[Chorus]
11 hour nap off the Actavis
I stumble over FedEx packages
It’s Ravishing Rick Rude in the matte tint
Black tint, blue wrist
Helicopter pad feels like a windstorm (snow storm)
I could start a snow storm with my chain and charm
Chocolate diamonds ducked off in my ruby rug
Hurricane in my blood, flash flood

[Verse 3]
Oh check the time on the bust down
Bad bitch, super thick, she’s from uptown
Oh, all she wanna do is go up
Uh, pop pills, smoke and drank ’til she throw up
They done got me started
So much ice, jewelry game so retarted
Shawty sayin’ she can’t take no more of the D
I told her, “You gotta finish what you started”
Big ol’ diamonds in my ear, I could barely hear
VIP, they seen them bottles, bet they comin’ over here
If they ain’t a 9 or a dime, I don’t want ’em there
Pints of the Actavis, you know I’m poppin’ pills

[Chorus]
11 hour nap off the Actavis
I stumble over FedEx packages
It’s Ravishing Rick Rude in the matte tint
Black tint, blue wrist
Helicopter pad feels like a windstorm (snow storm)
I could start a snow storm with my chain and charm
Chocolate diamonds ducked off in my ruby rug
Hurricane in my blood, flash flood

Steve Aoki – Lit (feat. Gucci Mane & T-Pain) (Steve Aoki Presents Kolony Album)

[Intro: T-Pain & (Gucci Mane)]
Yeah, boy, you gettin’ that T-Pain and Aoki (Gucci)
All of y’all tryna do our shit, you just soundin’ like karaoke (Huh?)
Long as y’all gettin’ lit (Yeah)
Yellow Claw gettin’ lit (Ha)
Long as y’all gettin’ lit, let’s go

[Verse 1: Gucci Mane]
It’s Gucci Mane in this bitch, and yeah, it’s lit, hella lit
Yellow Rollie on my wrist, same color my yellow bitch
I say I ain’t got no type, but I prefer ’em super thick
I was born for this shit, you too borin’ for the bitch
In the foreign, motor roarin’, sittin’ on Forgis with a kit
Plus my outfit sick with it just like E-40 and the clique
I’m so spoiled, she don’t get naked, it’s hard for me to tip
I’m so hard, got ’em runnin’ and I just put in the tip

[Chorus: T-Pain]
They don’t see me
Oh no, they don’t see me
Your girl’s drawers comin’ down
But the hands go up to the ceilin’
I guarantee it, I guarantee it, I guarantee it, I guarantee it
I’m throwin’ money in the VIP
I’m ballin’ out, so you know it’s me
They tell me, baby you’re a boy makin’ big noise
Hanging in the street, yeah
I be hangin’ in the street, oh lord
I guarantee it, I guarantee it, I guarantee that I’m the shit
If you’re feelin’ like me, I guarantee it’s about to get lit

[Verse 2: Gucci Mane]
I’m tryna live, tryna hit Club Liv and spend a mil
Who wanna chill with a rich nigga?
Can’t wait to pay your bills
Listen here, I just made 20 thousand disappear
See it clear, crystal clear
Just like these diamonds in my ear
I’m tryna live, tryna hit Club Liv and spend a mil
Who wanna chill with a rich nigga?
Can’t wait to pay your bills
I’ma put that top [?] shit in your ear, listen here
I just pulled up to the front, trunk in the rear
Gucci

[Chorus: T-Pain]
They don’t see me
Oh no, they don’t see me
Your girl’s drawers comin’ down
But the hands go up to the ceilin’
I guarantee it, I guarantee it, I guarantee it, I guarantee it
I’m throwin’ money in the VIP
I’m ballin’ out, so you know it’s me
They tell me, baby you’re a boy makin’ big noise
Hanging in the street, yeah
I be hangin’ in the street, oh lord
I guarantee it, I guarantee it, I guarantee that I’m the shit
If you’re feelin’ like me, I guarantee it’s about to get lit

Young M.A – Same Set

[Intro]
It’s lit
It’s lit

[Verse 1]
Uh, red cup and the wood tip
I’m just tryna clear my mind from the bullshit
I got ninety-nine problems, money ain’t one
They be talkin’ bad bitches but I date one
Money stackin’, pistol packin’, what that talk ’bout?
Bitch I’m gettin’ forty bands on the walk out
Yeah I blew a little money but my bills paid
I woke up the next day and I’m still paid
I remember when I barely had a dollar on me
I remember ducking cops ’cause I got it on me
Went from plain gold chains, now I’m watered down
Now I drink to my success and that water brown

[Hook]
We them niggas
Always see me with the same set
We make money, we don’t make threats
While they pay attention we get pay checks
When they throwing shade we just play catch

[Verse 2]
Getting money with my set now
When I’m praying is the only time my head down
Popping bottles, I’m all wet now
Told my city I won’t let up, I won’t let down (Brooklyn)
Chain is ocky, wrist is rocky, what that talk ’bout?
I just bagged twenty bitches on the walk out
Honestly, knowing me, I won’t hit them up
And if they try to hit me up I ain’t picking up
Life was a living hell, now we living well
And we drink champagne like it’s ginger ale
And we stand on the couch while my song playin’
Up in VIP like we ain’t got no home training

[Hook]
We them niggas
Always see me with the same set
We make money, we don’t make threats
While they pay attention we get pay checks
When they throwing shade we just play catch

[Verse 3]
Bob Marleys and Gorilla Glue
Out in Cali, getting cloudy with my hitter Blue
Uh, you aight ma? yeah we good
And if I had to make a wish, I wish you niggas would
Put my Cartiers on for the shade throwers
At first they was fucking with us then they changed on us
And we right back popping and they back again
And these hoes back thotting and they back again
In the Yams with some Jordans, on our scooter bikes
They was claiming that they do it but don’t do it right
It’s not about what you got, it’s ’bout who you are
‘Cause we don’t need foreign cars to get foreign broads

[Hook]
‘Cause we them niggas
Always see me with the same set
We make money, we don’t make threats
While they pay attention we get pay checks
When they throwing shade we just play catch

[Outro]
But nah for real
We really be in the Yams on them scooter bikes bro
We got the Jordans on the back of them
And all that
Then we see these niggas comin’ down the strip in foreign cars
And we be laughin’ ’cause
When you look inside of them
It’s just niggas, no girls, niggas
Fuck outta here
We them niggas

Show me – Quavo feat. Swift lyrics

Lyrics Quavo – Show me

Lil mama walked up on me started whispering to me
She telling me the freaky things she wanna do to me
She telling me she soak and wet she go wet up my sheets
I’m sorry, I can’t help it
I just rather that you show me
She gone show me, don’t tell me
Just show me, don’t tell me
Just show me and don’t tell me
Just show me, dont tell me
Just show me and don’t tell me
Just show me no don’t tell me
Just show me and don’t ell me
Just show me no don’t tell me.

Show me something ‘fore you shake something
You gone have to do it like it ain’t nothing
Saw the way I do it and you came running
See we be on a wave and the wave coming
Bottles on the pain keep the pain coming
So you got have to show me you be really bout it
We gone break a ounce down let’s get clouded
And every time I come around we just look wilder
But I can even trip cause I like that s**t
You shine like a diamond like something on a wrist
Got all dressed up just so you can come strip
If you gone show some i need more than a glimpse
Show me don’t tell me no
I was gone off that alcohol.

Lil mama walked up on me started whispering to me
She telling me the freaky things she wanna do to me
She telling me she soak and wet she go wet up my sheets
I’m sorry, I can’t help it
I just rather that you show me
She gone show me, don’t tell me
Just show meee, don’t tell me
Just show meee and don’t tell me
Just show meee, dont tell me
Just show meee and don’t tell me
Just show meee no don’t tell me
Just show meee and don’t ell me
Just show meee no don’t tell me.

I want you to show meee
I want you to show meee
That s**t you was talking bout girl ooh ya making me want ya
She said that she wet like tsunami that’s the whole damn ocean (splash)
But if I take her to the room will she really bust it open (huh)
And you know that she will ima young rich nigga worth millions (know that she will)
When I let her ride in the coupe have the sun around my goddamn ceiling (had it at the top)
And my shooter gone shoot gotta sniper at the top of the building (top of the building)
I just wanna show you f**k the whole conversation (no talkin!)
You tellin me now that you want me (want me)
Is it cause I’m in the VIP
You came in with your girlfriend who ya think ya bossin up on me
Huh No, Oh no no no versuri-lyrics.info
You talk of the game do you really wanna go for sho
Any nigga pull up on ya, I gotta keep that nigga on me
Niggas in the hood call up they sisters I dont know if they a homie.

Lil mama walked up on me started whispering to me
She telling me the freaky things she wanna do to me (Freak)
She telling me she soak and wet she go wet up my sheets
I’m sorry, I can’t help it
I just rather that you show me
She gone show meee, don’t tell me
Just show meee, don’t tell me
Just show meee and don’t tell me
Just show meee, dont tell me
Just show meee and don’t tell me
Just show meee no don’t tell me
Just show meee and don’t ell me
Just show meee no don’t tell meee.
Quavo lyrics
Video me

Kash Doll – Panda Lyrics

[Intro]
Panda pussy
Panda pussy
Panda pussy
Panda pussy

[Hook]
My pussy fatter than a panda
I got a plug in Atlanta
He take me shopping in the phantom
He buy me gifts, I call him Santa
My pussy fatter than a panda
I got a plug in Atlanta
He take me shopping in the phantom
He buy me gifts, I call him Santa
I’m slayng these bitches a not
I’m slaying these bitches, my hobby
Pussy fatter than a panda
Pussy fatter than a panda
Your nigga my personal Santa
Don’t blow bitch I’m Tony Montana

[Verse 1]
Send a hundred bottles to my section
Got bad bitches in my VIP
Hundred thousand, nothing less than
We lit that bitch up like a Christmas tree
We lit that bitch up, a first energy
See I do not know what to tell you
Wanna fuck with Kash
Wanna run me that
I’m hard on a nigga, Griselda
I’m starting to teach hoes a lesson
I’m stunting to fight off oppression
Got pussy thats like a vacation
Real niggas all in formation
A hundred thousand thats the Audi
God bitch, I’m just getting started
I been getting money, I been styling on it
Yeah bitch I’ve been pushing the foreigns

[Bridge]
Woah, I think I’m gonna come back one more time
I’ll just come right back, haha
Panda pussy
Panda pussy
Panda pussy
Panda pussy

[Hook]
My pussy fatter than a panda
I got a plug in Atlanta
He take me shopping in the phantom
He buy me gifts, I call him Santa
My pussy fatter than a panda
I got a plug in Atlanta
He take me shopping in the phantom
He buy me gifts, I call him Santa
I’m slayng these bitches a not
I’m slaying these bitches, my hobby
Pussy fatter than a panda
Pussy fatter than a panda
Your nigga my personal Santa
Don’t blow bitch I’m Tony Montana

[Verse 2]
I’ma make ’em sick ’till they all hurl
Black american, doll girl
Good pussy, I got the power
Fuck you pay me, it’s our world
Money up, I’ve been finessing
Princess cut, I’m VVS’ing
Sak pase! but I ain’t Haitian
Play a nigga like a Playstation
The game ma, I’m running that
It’s bank time, where your money at?
Got lil’ bread, for a lil’ head
I’m a boss bitch, I ain’t stunting that
In one moth, made a hundred racks
My mic on, my ass fat
Pussy wrapped up, it’s all crack
I’m killing it, funeral, all black
Woah!

[Outro
Have you ever had a panda pussy?
Haha, panda pussy
Yeah, I had to
Aye, I’m just gonna kill all these remixes since I can’t do my own shit right now
Haha, fuck these labels
Swear to god
A bitch dropped a mixtape and it revived
I swear to god

Euroz – It All Depends

[Verse 1]
Pull up looking like a lit
Still left with all my shit
I be all in the VIP
Nigga downing Henny ion’t take sips
Wondering how I got here
Don’t take a guess, take a risk
See a little how I’m living, get a glimpse
Niggas swear they hot I am not convinced
Kicking back, blunts rolled all piff
If it ain’t the Forbes fuck y’all list
Velcro on my RPM door that’s how I’m coming off the rip
Nigags can’t see him but it an’t no tint
Talking reckless till I see you now you tense
Niggas know who the ruler is
Ain’t I still ain’t gave no boys an inch
It’s just really me, it ain’t an act
Still sticking to the script
King got his hands all on the game
When I leave you see my prints taking over
Why them niggas take offence?
It don’t cost shit to pay attention
Even though they hate to see us
Niggas up less this shit a straight legend

[Pre-Hook]
Oh now it makes sense, wooh
I finally put it together
Bad times call for great weed
Nigga feeling good living better
I been through too much not to win
I need somewhere wet to fall up in
The fuck shit, I can’t get caught up in
I swear this shit day to day it all depends, man

[Hook]
It all depends
If I’ma blow a bag it all depends
If I’m blowing gas it all depends
Who I’m going at it all depends, yeah
If I’ma fuck something it all depends
Did I do enough stunting? It all depends
Ion’t know I swear this shit all depends

[Verse 2]
Niggas be high as the Himalayas
For some this shit hard the hymn a layer
Don’t get it now you gon get it later
All indy but this shit is major
From the bottom this shit you can’t top though
I got the title I’m not Hov
Fuck what you heard I’m the honcho
Like sliding doors they behind homes
Ain’t no hoes in my storage
But throughout it you can tell that it got holes
Paradise on Earth while I’m here
Is there a heaven? Hell if I know
Keep bells on me like a bible
Live on my term that’s final
Lord knows where I’m heading
Might mean going to war with my idols
And I did the sentence way back
No you can’t erase that typo
Smoke and drive all these streets
Yeah I’ll forever take the high road
They say for the weak, only the strong survive
Live by AI code
You can get cash and keep it lowkey
They still hate on the high note

[Pre-Hook]
Oh now it makes sense, wooh
I finally put it together
Bad times call for great weed
Nigga feeling good living better
I been through too much not to win
I need somewhere wet to fall up in
The fuck shit, I can’t get caught up in
I swear this shit day to day it all depends, man

[Hook]
It all depends
If I’ma blow a bag it all depends
If I’m blowing gas it all depends
Who I’m going at it all depends, yeah
If I’ma fuck something it all depends
Did I do enough stunting? It all depends
Ion’t know I swear this shit all depends

Lit – Steve Aoki feat. Yellow Claw lyrics

Lyrics Yellow Claw – Lit

Yeah, boy, you gettin’ that T-Pain and Aoki (Gucci)
All of y’all tryna do our s**t, you just soundin’ like karaoke (Huh?)
Long as y’all gettin’ lit (Yeah)
Yellow Claw gettin’ lit (Ha)
Long as y’all gettin’ lit, let’s go.

It’s Gucci Mane in this b*tch, and yeah, it’s liiit, hella liiit
Yellow Rollie on my wrist, same color my yellow b*tch
I say I ain’t got no type, but I prefer ’em super thick
I was born for this s**t, you too borin’ for the b*tch
In the foreign, motor roarin’, sittin’ on Forgis with a kit
Plus my outfit sick with it just like E-40 and the clique
I’m so spoiled, she don’t get naked, it’s hard for me to tip
I’m so hard, got ’em runnin’ and I just put in the tip.

They don’t see me
Oh no, they don’t see me
Your girl’s drawers comin’ down
But the hands go up to the ceilin’
I guarantee it, I guarantee it, I guarantee it, I guarantee it
I’m throwin’ money in the VIP
I’m ballin’ out, so you know it’s me
They tell me, baby you’re a boy makin’ big noise
Hanging in the street, yeah
I be hangin’ in the street, oh lord
I guarantee it, I guarantee it, I guarantee that I’m the s**t
If you’re feelin’ like me, I guarantee it’s about to get liiit.

I’m tryna live, tryna hit Club Liv and spend a mil
Who wanna chill with a rich nigga?
Can’t wait to pay your bills
Listen here, I just made 20 thousand disappear
See it clear, crystal clear
Just like these diamonds in my ear
I’m tryna live, tryna hit Club Liv and spend a mil
Who wanna chill with a rich nigga?
Can’t wait to pay your bills
I’ma put that top .. s**t in your ear, listen here
I just pulled up to the front, trunk in the rear
Gucci.

They don’t see me
Oh no, they don’t see me
Your girl’s drawers comin’ down
But the hands go up to the ceilin’
I guarantee it, I guarantee it, I guarantee it, I guarantee it
I’m throwin’ money in the VIP
I’m ballin’ out, so you know it’s me
They tell me, baby you’re a boy makin’ big noise
Hanging in the street, yeah versuri-lyrics.info
I be hangin’ in the street, oh lord
I guarantee it, I guarantee it, I guarantee that I’m the s**t
If you’re feelin’ like me, I guarantee it’s about to get littt.
Steve Aoki lyrics
Video Steve Aoki

Snoop Dogg – Transition

[Intro: The Notorious B.I.G.]
It’s really just making a transition of being a street hustler nigga to like a [?] star
Jahlil Beats, holla at me

[Verse: Snoop Dogg]
Me and my homeboys walked up in the strip club
37 deep, Long Beach, 20 crip, cous’
I could really give a fuck about a bitch, cous’
We in this motherfucker tryna hit a lick, cous’
Pouring drinks in a bitch face, tryna pop a bottle with a model
I bought a whole case
Glasses up, asses up
They paying homage to a nigga like a [?]
VIP scene looking like a massacre
This little bitch got mad ’cause I wouldn’t dance with her
It’s all a setup, I sat up, get up, and listen to the [?]
Balls up, real nigga, punk bitch move back
Let me get my vape on
Don’t trip, super crip with my cape on
Bacon, how much am I gon’ take on?
It don’t matter at all, no ladder to fall
You either the bat or the ball
Through the heart of it all, true heart of it all
Sipping on this liquor, tryna hit this lick up
And when it’s done, I make the pick up, kick up more dust
Word on the street’s the shit had to be us
Now they wanna see us, so we LBC ya
I take off the [?] and I spin it on my rear
Yeah motherfucker, we up
Shoe box money with two Glocks on me
In case y’all put the motherfucking pigs on me
The little homie with the shit, homie
Tiny cous’, big cous’ look stoney
All he ever wanted was the money, but we’ll take it all
And we never hesitate to break it off
So cold on the pole, baby shake it off
Shake it off, shake it off (shake it, shake it)
Yeah, shake it off, shake it off (take it off)
I see you get money, more dollars
No money, no pussy, no habla (no habla Ingles)
I see you get money, more dollars (money, money, money, money)
No money, no pussy, no habla (no habla Ingles)
Yeah
So when you see a nigga sitting up in a ace of diamonds
Or you may see me [?]
Wherever you see me at, you gotta know and understand
It’s not a trick, it may be a lick
Haha, yeah nigga
See, you want the honey
All we want is the money
Believe that
Gangsta (my nigga we so motherfucking)
Gangsta (my nigga we so motherfucking)
Gangsta (my nigga we so motherfucking)
Gangsta (my nigga we so motherfucking)
Gangsta

[Outro: The Notorious B.I.G.]
It’s really just making a transition of being a street hustler nigga to like a [?] star

Snoop Dogg – Transition Lyrics

[Intro: The Notorious B.I.G.]
It’s really just making a transition of being a street hustler nigga to like a [?] star
Jahlil Beats, holla at me

[Verse: Snoop Dogg]
Me and my homeboys walked up in the strip club
37 deep, Long Beach, 20 crip, cous’
I could really give a fuck about a bitch, cous’
We in this motherfucker tryna hit a lick, cous’
Pouring drinks in a bitch face, tryna pop a bottle with a model
I bought a whole case
Glasses up, asses up
They paying homage to a nigga like a [?]
VIP scene looking like a massacre
This little bitch got mad ’cause I wouldn’t dance with her
It’s all a setup, I sat up, get up, and listen to the [?]
Balls up, real nigga, punk bitch move back
Let me get my vape on
Don’t trip, super crip with my cape on
Bacon, how much am I gon’ take on?
It don’t matter at all, no ladder to fall
You either the bat or the ball
Through the heart of it all, true heart of it all
Sipping on this liquor, tryna hit this lick up
And when it’s done, I make the pick up, kick up more dust
Word on the street’s the shit had to be us
Now they wanna see us, so we LBC ya
I take off the [?] and I spin it on my rear
Yeah motherfucker, we up
Shoe box money with two Glocks on me
In case y’all put the motherfucking pigs on me
The little homie with the shit, homie
Tiny cous’, big cous’ look stoney
All he ever wanted was the money, but we’ll take it all
And we never hesitate to break it off
So cold on the pole, baby shake it off
Shake it off, shake it off (shake it, shake it)
Yeah, shake it off, shake it off (take it off)
I see you get money, more dollars
No money, no pussy, no habla (no habla Ingles)
I see you get money, more dollars (money, money, money, money)
No money, no pussy, no habla (no habla Ingles)
Yeah
So when you see a nigga sitting up in a ace of diamonds
Or you may see me [?]
Wherever you see me at, you gotta know and understand
It’s not a trick, it may be a lick
Haha, yeah nigga
See, you want the honey
All we want is the money
Believe that
Gangsta (my nigga we so motherfucking)
Gangsta (my nigga we so motherfucking)
Gangsta (my nigga we so motherfucking)
Gangsta (my nigga we so motherfucking)
Gangsta

[Outro: The Notorious B.I.G.]
It’s really just making a transition of being a street hustler nigga to like a [?] star

Juicy J – No Look

[Intro]
Ay man, I’ma tell you some real shit
Niggas love ratchet pussy
I’m tellin’ you man
Niggas don’t be wantin’ no good shit man
They like to chase these hoes, spend they money and shit

[Chorus]
Pass that bitch no look
I got Southside cup
I can’t heed no looks
Bankroll look like books, bankroll look like books
(books, books, books, books, books)
Pass that bitch no look (no look)
Pass that bitch no look (no look)
Pass that bitch no look
I got Southside cup
I can’t heed no looks
Bankroll look like books
Pass that bitch no look
(no look, no look, no look, no look, no look)
Bankroll look like books
Bankroll look like books

[Verse 1]
Me and Pat started in the trap
Showed my niggas how to rap
We was in the studio e’rryday gettin’ to it, e’rrbody had them a strap
E’rrbody had them a zip
I was gettin’ top in the whip
Butt naked hoes everywhere do a line of that shit now them hoes wanna strip
Used to keep 50 in the clip
Now I get 50 just to sit up in the VIP
Bitch I don’t want no lip
‘less you finna put it on the tip
I can’t find this paper in a book
I get chose by hoes, one look
I get chose, I ain’t even been around
That’s what we call no look

[Chorus]
Pass that bitch no look
I got Southside cup
I can’t heed no looks
Bankroll look like books, bankroll look like books
(books, books, books, books, books)
Pass that bitch no look (no look)
Pass that bitch no look (no look)
Pass that bitch no look
I got Southside cup
I can’t heed no looks
Bankroll look like books
Pass that bitch no look
(no look, no look, no look, no look, no look)
Bankroll look like books
Bankroll look like books

[Verse 2]
Bankroll lookin’ like a Bible
I be lookin’ like a nigga idol everyday
Can’t ride my wave like a tidal
Flooded out the Rolly, put the diamonds in the face
No look call me CP
Bitch on me like a glove no GP, (whoa)
She gon’ show me love off the [?] (smash)
Played that ho like a motherfuckin’ CD
Niggas wanna be me
Then they find out this pimpin’ ain’t easy
Shoes on 4G’s, no 4LTE I’m blessed not holy
I can’t trust these bitch ass niggas that be workin’ with the police
Shorty come get these nuts in your mouth, then you ride like a pony

[Chorus]
Pass that bitch no look
I got Southside cup
I can’t heed no looks
Bankroll look like books, bankroll look like books
(books, books, books, books, books)
Pass that bitch no look (no look)
Pass that bitch no look (no look)
Pass that bitch no look
I got Southside cup
I can’t heed no looks
Bankroll look like books
Pass that bitch no look
(no look, no look, no look, no look, no look)
Bankroll look like books
Bankroll look like books

Steve Aoki – Lit (feat. Gucci Mane & T-Pain)

[Intro: T-Pain & (Gucci Mane)]
Yeah, boy, you gettin’ that T-Pain and Aoki (Gucci)
All of y’all tryna do our shit, you just soundin’ like karaoke (Huh?)
Long as y’all gettin’ lit (Yeah)
Yellow Claw gettin’ lit (Ha)
Long as y’all gettin’ lit, let’s go

[Verse 1: Gucci Mane]
It’s Gucci Mane in this bitch, and yeah, it’s lit, hella lit
Yellow Rollie on my wrist, same color my yellow bitch
I say I ain’t got no type, but I prefer ’em super thick
I was born for this shit, you too borin’ for the bitch
In the foreign, motor roarin’, sittin’ on Forgis with a kit
Plus my outfit sick with it just like E-40 and the clique
I’m so spoiled, she don’t get naked, it’s hard for me to tip
I’m so hard, got ’em runnin’ and I just put in the tip

[Chorus: T-Pain]
They don’t see me
Oh no, they don’t see me
Your girl’s drawers comin’ down
But the hands go up to the ceilin’
I guarantee it, I guarantee it, I guarantee it, I guarantee it
I’m throwin’ money in the VIP
I’m ballin’ out, so you know it’s me
They tell me, baby you were born makin’ big noise
Hanging in the street, yeah
I be hangin’ in the street, oh lord
I guarantee it, I guarantee it, I guarantee that I’m the shit
If you’re feelin’ like me, I guarantee it’s about to get lit

[Verse 2: Gucci Mane]
I’m tryna live, tryna hit Club Liv and spend a mil
Who wanna chill with a rich nigga?
Can’t wait to pay your bills
Listen here, I just made 20 thousand disappear
See it clear, crystal clear
Just like these diamonds in my ear
I’m tryna live, tryna hit Club Liv and spend a mil
Who wanna chill with a rich nigga?
Can’t wait to pay your bills
I’ma put that top [?] shit in your ear, listen here
I just pulled up to the front, trunk in the rear
Gucci

[Chorus: T-Pain]
They don’t see me
Oh no, they don’t see me
Your girl’s drawers comin’ down
But the hands go up to the ceilin’
I guarantee it, I guarantee it, I guarantee it, I guarantee it
I’m throwin’ money in the VIP
I’m ballin’ out, so you know it’s me
They tell me, baby you were born makin’ big noise
Hanging in the street, yeah
I be hangin’ in the street, oh lord
I guarantee it, I guarantee it, I guarantee that I’m the shit
If you’re feelin’ like me, I guarantee it’s about to get lit

DJ E-FEEZY – Baby (feat. Tory Lanez)

[Intro: DJ E Feezy & Tory Lanez]
You know we had to do another one, right
Heavier the DJ E Feezy
It’s gon’ be your favourite song
You know we gotta keep it smooth and sexy for the ladies
Trust me, we got more on the way
Promise me, want make this song
Tory, talk to ’em

[Verse 1: Tory Lanez]
Soon as we pulled up, she put purple in the cup
Rolled five in the joint, I was tryna say wassup
All my niggas in the VIP, we ain’t even need ID
Feelin’ like I’m B.I.G., yeah

[Pre-Chorus: Tory Lanez]
When there’s liquor in my cup, doe
I don’t give a fuck, doe
When I leave the club, doe
Knocking at your front door
Don’t know what it is doe
You know what it was doe
I’m still tryna fuck doe
I’m still tryna fuck someone

[Chorus: Tory Lanez]
I’ll be the one to
Get you late at night, in your freaky body, baby
I want your freaky body, baby
Ohh, and your friend too
She lookin’ like somebody, baby
Wanna have a party, baby
Me, you and her can have a party, baby

[Verse 2: Tory Lanez]
So I hit the plug up and my nigga for the zip
I’m already on the drank, I don’t need to buy the zip
Altogether, it’s like three of us, so I might have a threesome
And I’ll just tell ’em keep fucking, yeah

[Pre-Chorus: Tory Lanez]
When there’s liquor in my cup, doe
I don’t give a fuck, doe
When I leave the club, doe
Knocking at your front door
Don’t know what it is doe
You know what it was doe
I’m still tryna fuck doe
I’m still tryna fuck someone

[Chorus: Tory Lanez]
I’ll be the one to
Get you late at night, in your freaky body, baby
I want your freaky body, baby
Ohh, and your friend too
She lookin’ like somebody, baby
Wanna have a party, baby
Me, you and her can have a party, baby

Chief Keef – Grab A Star (Thot Breaker Album)

[Hook]
Mama say I have trust issues
I been feelin’ like Jesus
She wants me to be her man
I can’t baby, I’ma break you
Baby, I would not lie to you
I’d be careful if I were you
I’m the one, but you might be too
I’m not that liable
Call me, pull off, skr-skr-skr-skr
Smoking that a-la-la-la
Give me that ah-ya-ya-ya
Call me, let me pull off, right now, right now-now
And when this drop starts to drop, baby look in the sky and grab a star

[Verse]
These bitches love Turbo and I love the purple
I ball, Taj Gibson, baby boy, you look so fertile
These bitches love Otto, their mouths be wide o-pen
Been gettin’ it since snot nose, I was open and then I closed
These bitches love Chief Lo, but I’m not so sweet though
And she is a freak though, I put her to sleep though
These hoes love Almighty, like Disney loved Miley
Her boyfriend is spying, she’s like, "you have to hide me"
These bitches love me, that’s all I can see
I’m so obsessed with me, I be all I can be
I don’t see brown or white, all I see is green
To count all this cash, I might need a team

[Hook]
Mama say I have trust issues
I been feelin’ like Jesus
She wants me to be her man
I can’t baby, I’ma break you
Baby, I would not lie to you
I’d be careful if I were you
I’m the one, but you might be too
I’m not that liable
Call me, pull off, skr-skr-skr-skr
Smoking that a-la-la-la
Give me that ah-ya-ya-ya
Call me, let me pull off, right now, right now-now
And when this drop starts to drop, baby look in the sky and grab a star

[Verse 2]
Ooh, my car so retarded, the bitch just farted
Pulled off like skrt, VIP access, I ain’t gotta park it
All these darts on me no Walmart, will never fuck with Target
And I’m sipping, but I can’t stop, I can’t be hardened
These bitches love Big Gucci So, but I’m no rooty tooty though
Don’t want [?], all you can know
Row row ya boat, that’s all you can roll
I’m stuffing these cones like an audience clones
And I’m not really into mannequin though
But I’m somewhere in the Madigan dough
But I walk around like a manikin though
Now yo bitch on the way
She want this on me
But she’s listening, can a bitch hold me?
You can be lactose, still can’t shit on me
Do the whole 200 on dash, with a 150 [?]

[Hook]
Mama say I have trust issues
I been feelin’ like Jesus
She wants me to be her man
I can’t baby, I’ma break you
Baby, I would not lie to you
I’d be careful if I were you
I’m the one, but you might be too
I’m not that liable
Call me, pull off, skr-skr-skr-skr
Smoking that a-la-la-la
Give me that ah-ya-ya-ya
Call me, let me pull off, right now, right now-now
And when this drop starts to drop, baby look in the sky and grab a star

Tech N9ne – Mo’ Ammo (feat. Murs & Rittz) (Dominion Deluxe Version Album)

[Verse 1: Murs]
I’m in my bass pro camo, lookin’ like a Rambo
Military sack strapped with some Roman candles
I’m ’bout to light it up like it’s Independence Day
I do it underground, that’s the independent way
I got a dinner date, I’m ten minutes late
With this chick that I met up on the internate
I mean the internet, I mean that fucking app
I mean a meth head, I met her in the fucking trap (huh?)
No, what the fuck is that?
I met her at a show (oh)
I’m like Jeezy, selling tickets like it’s fucking snow
Or like I’m Yeezy, selling Yeezys, I’ll be Goddamned
You gotta buy these VIP tickets, understand?
I mean a stream is just a dream unless you’re front row
A million views, we lookin’ good, but no dough
I’m in the booth whippin’ merch like I’m in the kitchen
Strange Music going stupid, it’s your new addiction

[Hook: Murs]
We got guns, dope, clips for mo’ ammo
Rhyming like a quarter key inside the door panel
Put your ear to the speaker, get you high
Don’t this music feel like you can fly?
Guns, dope, clips for mo’ ammo
Rhyming like a quarter key inside the door panel
Put your ear to the speaker, get you high
Don’t this music feel like you can fly?

[Verse 2: Rittz]
Look, if you ain’t gave me my props yet, you late as fuck
I like to think that I’m top five like Jada does
Speeding past these rappers like they traffic cops with radar guns
And counting so much money that my fingertips got paperc uts
You play and talk to me, you sweet as lemonade or punch
Can’t you say that captain saved a slut, I met your lady once
We fucked and now it turned into a weekly visit
Got her hooked like I was deep sea fishing
And she mean business, she says she love to ride it all night
I really get head and she got suction like a Dyson Upright
I seen the sunlight, woke up and play some Maxwell
She open wide and sat still
I fucked her throat and filmed it, now that’s what I call a gag reel
Again and again we win, while all you do is catch L’s
My father ain’t a farmer but his son became a cash cow
Revolvers on as fuck if you a boxer or a black belt
Should’ve packed, yeah
Go back on my double time shit and I bet you I spazz out

[Hook: Murs]
We got guns, dope, clips for mo’ ammo
Rhyming like a quarter key inside the door panel
Put your ear to the speaker, get you high
Don’t this music feel like you can fly?
Guns, dope, clips for mo’ ammo
Rhyming like a quarter key inside the door panel
Put your ear to the speaker, get you high
Don’t this music feel like you can fly?

[Verse 3: Tech N9ne]
Growed with killas who rolled with Milla’s
Some soulless niggas who go get liquor then blow spliffs wit ya
Popo suspicious we sold tricks fixes to hold big riches
These roguish wishes is so ridiculous
Bogus bitches you Ho’s fictitious and Low wit glitches
The Dough made you notice DIBKIS (I gotta stop)
Flows is gifted I get throwed get twisted then bro gets wicked when I spit I’m bout to kill em and a soul is lifted (That nigga hot)
My rap assignment give the industry an alignment rapper’s ain’t goin straight no mo’
Image really need refinement let a nigga help recreate yo flow, and I’m gon’ design it to make mo’ dough shake mo Ho’s hey bro bro, this that N9ne shit! trippin! (why?)
Cause I been drinkin like a camel, (yeah?)
Tried to play me like a piano, (yeah?)
Now I’m about to go Rambo packin’ mo’ ammo nigga!

[Hook: Murs]
We got guns, dope, clips for mo’ ammo
Rhyming like a quarter key inside the door panel
Put your ear to the speaker, get you high
Don’t this music feel like you can fly?
Guns, dope, clips for mo’ ammo
Rhyming like a quarter key inside the door panel
Put your ear to the speaker, get you high
Don’t this music feel like you can fly?

Take A Mic – Interlude (Boite Noire Album)

[Intro]
Han, c’est magique
Toujours la même recette l’ami
Shabz, Take

[Couplet 1]
J’me fais rare comme une meuf bien sur les réseaux sociaux
J’avance avec le même blaze, avec les mêmes cas sociaux
J’vais tout niquer sur Paris, on parle de moi à Sochaux
Les rappeurs font les bandits, ils peuvent pas payer l’eau chaude
Avant, elle m’voyait comme une merde, maint’nant j’suis Papi Chulo
Les deux pieds sur terre en mode avion, salope j’ai du boulot
C’est dur d’essuyer des erreurs quand t’es au bout du rouleau
On est installé dans le VIP, ta sœur veut boire au goulot
Tu vois les Gucci, tu crois qu’j’ai moins d’soucis
Incompris, mais j’demande pas d’sous-titre
Insoumis, chez nous y’a pas d’sous-fifre
Instinct d’survie, on t’nique ta grand-mère sur l’vif
J’suis en tête d’affiche et dans les grandes boutiques
La plaquette de mon poto quand t’allumes ton stick
Drogue douce c’est ma voix, gros, canalise ton stress
Drogue douce c’est ma voix, gros, canalise ton stress
Fais voir ton cul, j’ai envie d’niquer
Ramenez-moi au stud’, j’ai envie d’kicker
L’hiver en bas des blocs, on sait pas skier
Les sales gosses ont d’l’argent sale parce que c’est stylé
J’suis acteur principal, ils préfèrent Sauvez Willy
Comme B-2-o-b-a, j’vais dans ta mère en wheeling
J’me fais per-pom dans l’bolide, elle met les warnings
Tu peux être sûr qu’on s’arrêtera pas tant qu’on est pas winner
J’vois même pas passer l’heure

[Pont] x2
Ceci n’est qu’une interlude
Ceci n’est qu’une interlude
Ceci n’est qu’une interlude
Ça change rien, j’les allume

[Couplet 2]
Aucun BPM me résiste, j’écris sans la résine
Mes lèvres donnent le tempo, et c’est mon cerveau qui rédige
Mes textes, des fiches techniques, suivi par des bad bitchs
J’te donne les répliques et j’me fais per-pom dans la régie
On fait pas la course avec un moteur en sous-régime
On connait la rue, ils révisent, on en perd du temps à rêver
Le premier qu’on a servi, c’était pas l’premier arrivé
Les derniers sont les premiers, j’m’en bats les couilles d’la ligne d’arrivée
Ta meuf, c’est une pute avec des dossiers compressés
Givenchy, j’suis décomplexé
Tiens l’bracelet "backstage accès"
Biatch, c’est ton jour d’essai
Oh les mythos, ils sont dans l’excès, j’les entends parler d’drive-by en Lexus
D’espèces et de grosses villas, à part Phillipp Plein, tu connais pas l’luxe
Au comico’, tu connais la combine, nie
Dis riens sur le plan qu’on a combiné
J’suis dans un hôtel cinq étoiles et j’écris après minuit
En attendant qu’elle vienne boire au robinet
J’suis talentueux mais j’veux pas m’éteindre comme Robinho
J’parle dans ma tête à mon binôme
Les rappeurs d’aujourd’hui, ils alignent même pas six mots
T’as pas le niveau de mes démos
T’as pas la ce-for de mes démons
J’ai gratté des seizes depuis qu’j’suis môme
Le rap jeu c’est un cirque, eux c’est des clowns, j’suis le putain d’génie qui jongle avec les mots
T’as pas la ce-for de mes démons
J’ai gratté des seizes depuis qu’j’suis môme
Le rap jeu c’est un cirque, eux c’est des clowns, j’suis le putain d’génie qui jongle avec les mots, envoie

Take A Mic – Planning (Boite Noire Album)

[Refrain] x4
Comment les faire planer ?
J’dois rentrer la monnaie sans oublier d’briller, rajoute ça sur l’planning

[Couplet 1]
J’suis prêt, faut qu’ça dure
J’compte plus les MCs qu’j’ai abattu
La street et la hype m’ont entendu, paire de McQueen sur le bitume
Meuf, j’peux pas répondre au tel, j’suis booké
Tes ch’veux frisés me laissent pas anodins mais j’ai mille et un projets à boucler
Cesse de bouder, fais à bouffer
Élégant quand on sort, j’ai explosé tout mon budget
On met les gants quand tu dors
Un coup d’feu dans le VIP, c’est une soirée arrosée
Parle à mon manager, c’est 2 000 balles juste pour la demie-heure
Monnaie dans ma tête, monnaie dans mon cœur
Le flow d’un rappeur, le swag d’un rockeur

[Refrain] x4
Comment les faire planer ?
J’dois rentrer la monnaie sans oublier d’briller, rajoute ça sur l’planning

[Couplet 2]
Y’a rien qui change
Si j’fais du blé, démarre la caisse et j’vais m’perdre au milieu des Champs
Faut saisir ta chance, à part les envieux, les haineux, rien d’bien méchant
Sur la tournée, ta chienne est détournée, faut bien remplir la chambre, nan ?
Choisis ton camp, la concur’ ils sont pas à l’heure où j’te parle, j’ai de l’or sur les dents
Y’en a qui regrettent et qui retournent leur veste car j’suis plus sur le banc
J’augmente le niveau, et les meufs et le rap c’était bien mieux avant, nan ?

[Refrain] x4
Comment les faire planer ?
J’dois rentrer la monnaie sans oublier d’briller, rajoute ça sur l’planning

Yung Tory & Lil Durk – Run It Up

[Hook: Yung Tory]
These niggas my sons and I’m yo’ father
She get lit when I play that water
I’m in the VIP with yo’ baby momma
I take her to the crib, you took her to Benihana
I ain’t never bought a hoe McDonald’s
I was trappin’ out my momma’s Honda

[Verse 1: Yung Tory]
I don’t know why these niggas talkin’
Like I don’t be with niggas that want lot from ’em
Leave ’em in the creek like its Dawson
Bitch I’m saucin’ baby I’m saucin’
So you should let me hit it ya
I came through at the gym, you never hit it raw
She gave her number but I didn’t call
She want a nigga lit I got alcohol
Ay girl if you ain’t tryna turn up, please don’t get involved
Shawty she a freak she gon take it off
Yeah take it off, holding when I’m playin’ golf
These niggas mad hatin’ on me shake ’em off
I just play my part
Girl you know I’mma fuck it all
Young nigga I’mma run it up
I don’t got no friends so who can I trust

[Hook: Yung Tory]
These niggas my sons and I’m yo’ father
She get lit when I play that water
I’m in the VIP with yo’ baby momma
I take her to the crib, you took her to Benihana
I ain’t never bought a hoe McDonald’s
I was trappin’ out my momma’s Honda
You niggas my sons and I’m yo’ father
She get lit when I play that water

[Verse 2: Lil Durk]
Don’t take her to no crib, take her to hotels
I might buy her 1s, you buy that hoe Chanel
I might buy her food you gon’ do that hoe nails
Killas all around me, none of my niggas gon’ tell
Put that on my son
Ay, I’mma keep my gun
Ay, bitch I’m not the one
Ay, shootouts do not want one
Bitch yo’ dream on, bitch this is just a theme song
Bitch I am yo’ ringtone, 14 for these jeans hoe
I got my AP on, Loubs get my bleed on
Finessin’ til the weed gone
I got my dick eaten on
Yea, yeah yeah
Get some head inside the car
Hey, told that bitch that I’m a star
Shit, and that goes all on mars
She, fuck with percs, don’t fuck with bars yeah
Yeah yeah

[Hook: Yung Tory]
These niggas my sons and I’m yo’ father
She get lit when I play that water
I’m in the VIP with yo’ baby momma
I take her to the crib, you took her to Benihana
I ain’t never bought a hoe McDonald’s
I was trappin’ out my momma’s Honda
You niggas my sons and I’m yo’ father
She get lit when I play that water

[Outro: Yung Tory]
Yeah I’mma run it up
I don’t got no friends so who can I trust
I was trappin’ out my momma’s Honda
Young nigga I’mma run it up
I was trappin’ out my momma’s Honda
Yeah yeah
Yeah I’m yo’ father
I was trappin’ out my momma’s Honda
Run it up, run it up, run it up yeah