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Witt Lowry – Debt Lyrics

Would you sell your soul for a price if they paid you? I never have an answer, same question every day
See, when we pass on, all our things are passed on to the next
Everything we didn’t do is everything we regret
Every day we fuckin’ work for this worthless check
If you’re not happy, you’re forever in debt
You’re forever in debt Play this song
[Intro: Dia Frampton]
Why do you let us hate one another just for the dollar? [Verse 1: Witt Lowry]
Yeah, they say that money don’t buy happiness, just beautiful things
But I wouldn’t mind the extra time and piece of mind that it brings
I wouldn’t mind if I could afford AC in the spring
Or for the heat in the winter, not being bitter but they live like kings
And here we are in one bedroom we could barely afford
Hang your sheets up on the walls just to mimic the doors
Can barely afford to pay for a Ford, why you pay for your Porsche? [Verse 3: Witt Lowry]
Yeah, I know that money don’t buy happiness, but buys you more material shit
Then rewordin’ how I think and what it means to be rich
I used to think it meant to flex a Rolex on my wrist
Feels bad to take more than you give, lately, hate how we live
I never want to become the face that I hate
When the man in the mirror will laugh and spit in my face
And tell me that the money has made me another fake
I’ve been drownin’ in my mind and my money’s been addin’ weight
Oh Lord, oh Lord, please save me
I should have known that somethin’ man-made couldn’t make me
I say I’m makin’ music, or is music what creates me? Did you lose your heart in the darkness, deep in your pocket? Or would you keep it real and stay you? No, I don’t care of the price I’d pay
I don’t wanna spend my life that way
Tell me is the pain that you’re causin’ worth what you profit? Why do you let us—
[Chorus: Dia Frampton]
Why do you let us hate one another just for the dollar? See, where I’m from nobody makes it to Forbes
And I’m so tired of this dead-end job
While I was workin’ last night, my fuckin’ car got robbed
There’s glass everywhere, I’m searchin’ for the things I lost
All the things I bought
You steal from me just to cut your cost
My mom’s worked her whole life just to get me a life to live
So I spilled my fuckin’ soul and gave everything I could give
I think we can agree that Sallie Mae is a bitch
And there’s gotta be more to life than this
Why do you let us—
[Chorus: Dia Frampton]
Why do you let us hate one another just for the dollar? Did you lose your heart in the darkness, deep in your pocket? No, I don’t care of the price I’d pay
I don’t wanna spend my life that way
Tell me is the pain that you’re causin’ worth what you profit? [Verse 2: Witt Lowry]
Yeah, another day, another bill, lately hatin’ how I feel
Need a tax refund just to buy a fuckin’ meal
Your follows on your social’s essential for signin’ deals
Man, it’s crazy how a fake affects a room full of real
My boss told me, “Turn tables,” I told him, “Tables will turn”
When I’m laughin’ at: What I make in a day is more than you earn
The waiters start to laugh like to mention that is absurd
But they never focus their vision, their vision focus is blurred
And they think I’m out of my mind, or ahead of my time
Or I’m the one that grinds and puts himself on the line
To learn how to win, you have to lose a hundred times
Honestly, I think that losin’ is better than not tryin’
They say, “Make money, don’t let the money make you”
The question is, what if it’s the only thing to save you? No, I don’t care of the price I’d pay
I don’t wanna spend my life that way
Tell me is the pain that you’re causin’ worth what you profit? Did you lose your heart in the darkness, deep in your pocket?

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KYLE – Hey Julie lyrics

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

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When You Say

Lyrics to ‘When You Say’ by Jay 305:

–Verse 1: Jay 305–
I’m a baller, baby
September 4th, just like Beyoncé, baby
Save the small talk, girl, I ain’t no counsellor
Hit the 10, free, pay see you bounce it, so bounce it
I know you heard about Jay through your father probably
Got a couple R&B bitches in my pocket
Left the studio with ScHoolboy Q
Now I’m tryna see what’s up with you
I tried to told you, girl, I tried to warn ya
Have you wish that you live in California
Upset, it’s a hell of a view
Got you sayin’ I’m in love with you
But that’s all, yeah, you played yourself
I was gon’ work, work, work but you played yourself
So I’m ready to go when you ready
But first I got somethin’ to say, baby

–Chorus: Omarion–
When you say you love me, it don’t mean a thing
I’m just doing what I do but I’ll make it up to you, baby
When you say you love me, it don’t mean a thing
Ride it like a bull when you climb on top, girl, you know I’ma give you all I got
I’ma pick you in the foreign
A couple shots of Patrón, we pourin’
Who that nigga on your phone? Ignore him
Tell him you be back home in the mornin’, mornin’

–Verse 2: Jay 305–
Ooh, I’m back at it
Baby so thick, movin’ fire traffic
Had to hit the backstreets for my lil’ freak
GPS at 35, I be dead 3
Got a full tank of gas and the AC blowin’
Smellin’ good, feelin’ good ’cause the money keep comin’
I’ma get up in that thang while I’m palmin’ your ass
I see you feelin’ yourself, I gotta tell you somethin’
I’ma let you hold me on your front team, yeah
But really you ain’t sayin’ nothin’, yeah
But I’m ready to go when you ready
But first I got somethin’ to say, baby

–Chorus: Omarion–
When you say you love me, it don’t mean a thing
I’m just doing what I do but I’ll make it up to you, baby
When you say you love me, it don’t mean a thing
Ride it like a bull when you climb on top, girl, you know I’ma give you all I got
I’ma pick you in the foreign
A couple shots of Patrón, we pourin’
Who that nigga on your phone? Ignore him
Tell him you be back home in the mornin’, mornin’

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Casanova – Decline (Be Safe Tho Mixtape)

[Chorus]
Been gettin’ money thought I told ya
Been gettin’ money thought I told ya
Been gettin’ money thought I told ya
Think I’m lyin’, come let me show ya’
We gon’ keep swiping til’ that piece D
We gon’ keep swiping til’ that piece D
We gon’ keep swiping til’ that piece D
We gon’ keep swiping til’ that piece D
Been gettin’ money thought I told ya
Been gettin’ money thought I told ya
Been gettin’ money thought I told ya
Think I’m lyin’, come let me show ya’
We gon’ keep swiping til’ that piece D
We gon’ keep swiping til’ that piece D
We gon’ keep swiping til’ that piece D
We gon’ keep swiping til’ that piece D

[Verse 1]
I got a Rollie and a AP
I’m all the way up, Bleek hittin’ Jay-Z
I’m paid in full, like Azie
You know I’m cooler than the AC
My shorty went left, but I’m still right
When I get the deal Imma still swipe
I could tell you what the money feel like
I could tell you what the money feel like
I had a rental and a few runners
The four pieces did a few numbers
Been gettin’ money for a few summers
I got them old and them new hundreds

[Chorus]
Been gettin’ money thought I told ya
Been gettin’ money thought I told ya
Been gettin’ money thought I told ya
Think I’m lyin’, come let me show ya’
We gon’ keep swiping til’ that piece D
We gon’ keep swiping til’ that piece D
We gon’ keep swiping til’ that piece D
We gon’ keep swiping til’ that piece D
Been gettin’ money thought I told ya
Been gettin’ money thought I told ya
Been gettin’ money thought I told ya
Think I’m lyin’, come let me show ya’
We gon’ keep swiping til’ that piece D
We gon’ keep swiping til’ that piece D
We gon’ keep swiping til’ that piece D
We gon’ keep swiping til’ that piece D

[Verse 2]
Did a couple shows made 80 pack
Spent it all then I made it back
I stopped scalin’ got a plate of that
I know they mad I know they hated that
Did the whole dub but no jail could hold me
Realize I’m the one but they never told me
So pay me now you could never owe me
I got the white got the yellow Rollie
Cut the money, love me
Cut the money, love me
I gotta laugh ’cause your money funny
She don’t know how to act when the money ’round her
So much money broke the money counter

[Chorus]
Been gettin’ money thought I told ya
Been gettin’ money thought I told ya
Been gettin’ money thought I told ya
Think I’m lyin’, come let me show ya’
We gon’ keep swiping til’ that piece D
We gon’ keep swiping til’ that piece D
We gon’ keep swiping til’ that piece D
We gon’ keep swiping til’ that piece D
Been gettin’ money thought I told ya
Been gettin’ money thought I told ya
Been gettin’ money thought I told ya
Think I’m lyin’, come let me show ya’
We gon’ keep swiping til’ that piece D
We gon’ keep swiping til’ that piece D
We gon’ keep swiping til’ that piece D
We gon’ keep swiping til’ that piece D

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KENDRICK LAMAR – HUMBLE lyrics

Wicked or weakness
You gotta see this…
Waaaaay (yeah! yeah!)

Ayy, I remember syrup sandwiches and crime allowances
Finesse a nigga with some counterfeits
But now I’m countin’ this
Parmesan where my accountant lives
In fact, I’m downin’ this
D’usse with my boo bae, tastes like Kool-Aid for the analysts
Girl, I can buy yo’ ass the world with my paystub
Ooh, that pussy good, won’t you sit it on my taste bloods?
I get way too petty once you let me do the extras
Pull up on your block, then break it down: we playin’ Tetris
A.M. to the P.M., P.M. to the A.M., funk
Piss out your per diem, you just gotta hate ’em, funk
If I quit your BM, I still ride Mercedes, funk
If I quit this season, I still be the greatest, funk
My left stroke just went viral
Right stroke put lil’ baby in a spiral
Soprano C, we like to keep it on a high note
It’s levels to it, you and I know, bitch, be humble

(Hol’ up, bitch) sit down
(Hol’ up lil’ bitch, hol’ up lil’ bitch) be humble
(Hol’ up, bitch) sit down
(Sit down, hol’ up, lil’ bitch)
Be humble (bitch)
(Hol’ up, hol’ up, hol’ up, hol’ up) bitch, sit down
Lil’ bitch (hol’ up, lil’ bitch) be humble
(Hol’ up, bitch) sit down
(Hol’ up, hol’ up, hol’ up, hol’ up) be humble
(Hol’ up, hol’ up, hol’ up, hol’ up, lil’ bitch) sit down
(Hol’ up lil’ bitch) be humble
(Hol’ up, bitch) sit down
(Hol’ up, sit down, lil’ bitch)
(Sit down, lil’ bitch, be humble)
(Hol’ up, hol’ up, hol’ up, hol’ up, lil’ bitch) bitch, sit down
(Hol’ up, bitch) be humble
(Hol’ up, bitch) sit down
(Hol’ up, hol’ up, hol’ up, hol’ up)

Who dat nigga thinkin’ that he frontin’ on man, man? (Man, man)
Get the fuck off my stage, I’m the Sandman (Sandman)
Get the fuck off my dick, that ain’t right
I make a play fuckin’ up your whole life
I’m so fuckin’ sick and tired of the Photoshop
Show me somethin’ natural like afro on Richard Pryor
Show me somethin’ natural like ass with some stretchmarks
Still will take you down right on your mama’s couch in Polo socks, ayy
This shit way too crazy, ayy, you do not amaze me, ayy
I blew cool from AC, ayy, Obama just paged me, ayy
I don’t fabricate it, ayy, most of y’all be fakin’, ayy
I stay modest ’bout it, ayy, she elaborate it, ayy
This that Grey Poupon, that Evian, that TED Talk, ayy
Watch my soul speak, you let the meds talk, ayy
If I kill a nigga, it won’t be the alcohol, ayy
I’m the realest nigga after all, bitch, be humble

(Hol’ up, bitch) sit down
(Hol’ up lil’ bitch, hol’ up lil’ bitch) be humble
(Hol’ up, bitch) sit down
(Sit down, hol’ up, lil’ bitch)
Be humble (bitch)
(Hol’ up, hol’ up, hol’ up, hol’ up) bitch, sit down
Lil’ bitch (hol’ up, lil’ bitch) be humble
(Hol’ up, bitch) sit down
(Hol’ up, hol’ up, hol’ up, hol’ up) be humble
(Hol’ up, hol’ up, hol’ up, hol’ up, lil’ bitch) sit down
(Hol’ up lil’ bitch) be humble
(Hol’ up, bitch) sit down
(Hol’ up, sit down, lil’ bitch)
(Sit down, lil’ bitch, be humble)
(Hol’ up, hol’ up, hol’ up, hol’ up, lil’ bitch) bitch, sit down
(Hol’ up, bitch) be humble
(Hol’ up, bitch) sit down
(Hol’ up, hol’ up, hol’ up, hol’ up)

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Kendrick Lamar – HUMBLE.

[Intro]
Wicked or weakness
You gotta see this
Waaaaay (yeah, yeah!)

[Verse 1]
Ayy, I remember syrup sandwiches and crime allowances
Finesse a nigga with some counterfeits
But now I’m countin’ this
Parmesan where my accountant lives
In fact, I’m downin’ this
D’USSÉ with my boo bae, tastes like Kool-Aid for the analysts
Girl, I can buy yo’ ass the world with my paystub
Ooh, that pussy good, won’t you sit it on my taste bloods?
I get way too petty once you let me do the extras
Pull up on your block, then break it down: we playin’ Tetris
A.M. to the P.M., P.M. to the A.M., funk
Piss out your per diem, you just gotta hate ’em, funk
If I quit your BM, I still ride Mercedes, funk
If I quit this season, I still be the greatest, funk
My left stroke just went viral
Right stroke put lil’ baby in a spiral
Soprano C, we like to keep it on a high note
It’s levels to it, you and I know, bitch, be humble

[Chorus]
(Hol’ up, bitch) sit down
(Hol’ up lil’ bitch, hol’ up lil’ bitch) be humble
(Hol’ up, bitch) sit down
(Sit down, hol’ up, lil’ bitch)
Be humble (bitch)
(Hol’ up, hol’ up, hol’ up, hol’ up) bitch, sit down
Lil’ bitch (hol’ up, lil’ bitch) be humble
(Hol’ up, bitch) sit down
(Hol’ up, hol’ up, hol’ up, hol’ up) be humble
(Hol’ up, hol’ up, hol’ up, hol’ up, lil’ bitch) sit down
(Hol’ up lil’ bitch) be humble
(Hol’ up, bitch) sit down
(Hol’ up, sit down, lil’ bitch)
(Sit down, lil’ bitch, be humble)
(Hol’ up, hol’ up, hol’ up, hol’ up, lil’ bitch) bitch, sit down
(Hol’ up, bitch) be humble
(Hol’ up, bitch) sit down
(Hol’ up, hol’ up, hol’ up, hol’ up)

[Verse 2]
Who dat nigga thinkin’ that he frontin’ on man, man? (Man, man)
Get the fuck off my stage, I’m the Sandman (Sandman)
Get the fuck off my dick, that ain’t right
I make a play fuckin’ up your whole life
I’m so fuckin’ sick and tired of the Photoshop
Show me somethin’ natural like afro on Richard Pryor
Show me somethin’ natural like ass with some stretchmarks
Still will take you down right on your mama’s couch in Polo socks, ayy
This shit way too crazy, ayy, you do not amaze me, ayy
I blew cool from AC, ayy, Obama just paged me, ayy
I don’t fabricate it, ayy, most of y’all be fakin’, ayy
I stay modest ’bout it, ayy, she elaborate it, ayy
This that Grey Poupon, that Evian, that TED Talk, ayy
Watch my soul speak, you let the meds talk, ayy
If I kill a nigga, it won’t be the alcohol, ayy
I’m the realest nigga after all, bitch, be humble

[Chorus]
(Hol’ up, bitch) sit down
(Hol’ up lil’ bitch, hol’ up lil’ bitch) be humble
(Hol’ up, bitch) sit down
(Sit down, hol’ up, lil’ bitch)
Be humble (bitch)
(Hol’ up, hol’ up, hol’ up, hol’ up) bitch, sit down
Lil’ bitch (hol’ up, lil’ bitch) be humble
(Hol’ up, bitch) sit down
(Hol’ up, hol’ up, hol’ up, hol’ up) be humble
(Hol’ up, hol’ up, hol’ up, hol’ up, lil’ bitch) sit down
(Hol’ up lil’ bitch) be humble
(Hol’ up, bitch) sit down
(Hol’ up, sit down, lil’ bitch)
(Sit down, lil’ bitch, be humble)
(Hol’ up, hol’ up, hol’ up, hol’ up, lil’ bitch) bitch, sit down
(Hol’ up, bitch) be humble
(Hol’ up, bitch) sit down
(Hol’ up, hol’ up, hol’ up, hol’ up)

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Jam Baxter – Soi 36 (Mansion 38 Deluxe Edition Album)

[Intro]
Yeah
Adjust the AC
Little man
Scurry on

[Verse 1]
Compelled to win
Caged birds seldom sing
That’s why I pick locks in my spare time
All my vultures exiled in sin
I couldn’t help but grin
When you crowned yourself a king
The singular tenant in the hornets nest that never felt a sting
The whole crew stank of stardom
Converse in the crew new deep fangle jargon
All that was left in the wake
Were the ethanol fumes and a strangled barman
Churn out wheels like a battery farmer
My life’s a perpetual act of arson
The very same serpents that bit my tongue
Now fill a deep grave in an abandoned garden
Small time villain to the core
Brain like a prisoner of war
Yeah, another bloodstained year
Another string of woman to ignore
It took me a while to absorb your blindness
Hatchback looking like a four door virus
Screetchin the tires as the customers twitch like
Jellyfish squished on a four chord spineless

[Chorus]
You can’t predict your future like that
Shoot that crimson moon and lie back
I was in the bits consuming my stash
Dealing with this bitch that puked in my lap
You are not part of a single movement I back
I ordered a brain and supersize that

[Verse 2]
Hit DMT on abandoned beaches
Got the skies all smashed to pieces
And when we all rereach the surface
We can sit and gass about who swam the deepest
I was in the wormholes catchin’ reaches
Must’ve mistook your fam for leeches
Dr Benway digs in your chest like
"Fam I’ve lost count of this man’s diseases"
My breath reeks of a thousand things
Emerged from a thick green cloud of gin
Stashed pockets like walk-in closets
I never let a bouncer win
We had to explore your core
So we dug that scalpel in
Yeah, instant rebirth
Just add water to pile the skin
This Jam just got strange
I been yammin’ on champing on yons bay
I saw your wet blood singing like a brand new ferrari crashed in your veins
A fit miss shrouded the wreckage
Skyline lookin’ like a lit red lettuce
You can feel your face but make yourself scarce when the kid gets peckish

[Chorus]
Spew your gash and watch ’em turn blue
You’re quite sure the world deserves you
She was a smudge across my bird view
I’m just tryin’ to fuck the rest of her crew
The slurs that you heard about me weren’t true
Stretch these skies apart and burst through

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Future – Might As Well (Future Album)

[Hook]
So I ain’t have to scheme
Rawest diamonds on my team (bet)
Raw diamonds on lean (hey)
I took off just like a rocket (I’m gone)
Olajuwon, Hakeem
Either way it goes
We buyin’ out the stores (for real)
We ain’t never runnin’ out of lean, (never)
Might as well go on ‘n pour it (pour)
Racks bustin’ out of niggas’ jeans (fuck)
Might as well go and blow it (fact)
Smoke the loud like nicotine (smoke)
Talk drugs and I record it
Conversate and I absorb it (I got it)
Theodore, no informant
Percocets got me goin’
OG, coughing up a lung

[Verse 1]
They got our streets, tried to tell ya (bitch)
It’s already been done (I got it)
Ammunition overflowin’ (I got it)
Tears fillin’ up a pond (woo)
AC blowin’ like it’s snowin’ (let’s get it)
I know I’m bliss, I speak in tongues (you bet it)
My words touch a nigga soul
They get you through it, overcome
I ride the boats in the ocean
I whipped the car, it was stolen
I got the stars on the ceiling
I got my charge acquitted
I was the one got evicted, yeah
Living with the pink slip
Now I’m ridin’ with the pink slip
I done swam with the sharks
Nigga came from the deep end
You will never know what I was in
Times are getting rough, we still get in
I was selling crack when Snoop dropped “Juice and Gin” (yah yah)
Run a one room shack with a million in the den (fact)

[Hook]
Rawest diamonds on my team (bet)
Raw diamonds on lean (hey)
I took off just like a rocket (I’m gone)
Olajuwon, Hakeem
Either way it goes
We buyin’ out the stores (for real)
We ain’t never runnin’ out of lean, (never)
Might as well go on ‘n pour it (pour)
Racks bustin’ out of niggas’ jeans (fuck)
Might as well go and blow it (fact)
Smoke the loud like nicotine (smoke)
Talk drugs and I record it
Conversate and I absorb it (I got it)
Theodore, no informant
Percocets got me goin’
OG, coughing up a lung

[Verse 2]
Workaholic
A few supermodels color
Ain’t gonna expose ya
Can’t say I ain’t think about it (fact)
(Can’t say I ain’t think about it)
Pink diamonds, no blinking
Niggas got no dripping
Started off on a mission
I got real niggas still crippin’
Child support gettin’ heavy
It’s hard not to get offended
Oh, you maxin’ out your credit card?
Like it wasn’t hard for me
I just bought a new Bugatti for you

[Hook]
So I ain’t have to scheme
Rawest diamonds on my team (bet)
Raw diamonds on lean (hey)
I took off just like a rocket (I’m gone)
Olajuwon, Hakeem
Either way it goes
We buyin’ out the stores (for real)
We ain’t never runnin’ out of lean, (never)
Might as well go on ‘n pour it (pour)
Racks bustin’ out of niggas’ jeans (fuck)
Might as well go and blow it (fact)
Smoke the loud like nicotine (smoke)
Talk drugs and I record it
Conversate and I absorb it (I got it)
Theodore, no informant
Percocets got me goin’
OG, coughing up a lung

[Bridge]
Lived in it all
Gotta take a trip and go ball (I gotta take a trip)
Packin’ no luggage, when I get down, buy the mall
Get down, buy the mall
Ain’t packin’ no luggage, when I get down, buy the mall

[Hook]
So I ain’t have to scheme
Rawest diamonds on my team (bet)
Raw diamonds on lean (hey)
I took off just like a rocket (I’m gone)
Olajuwon, Hakeem
Either way it goes
We buyin’ out the stores (for real)
We ain’t never runnin’ out of lean, (never)
Might as well go on ‘n pour it (pour)

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Have my baby – CHief Keef lyrics

Lyrics Chief Keef – Have my baby

Only thing I wanna know is can you have my baby?
My baby
My baby
My baby.

When you put on your makeup, you drive me crazy
Make me think i wanna have a baby
Where’d you come from
Only thing I wanna know is can you have my baby?
My baby
My baby
My baby
Only thing I wanna know is can you have my baby?
My baby
My baby
My baby
Only thing I wanna know is can you have my babyyyy?

Can you have my baby, don’t look crazy
What we gon’ name it, Beamer Mercedes
Let’s make some arrangements
Let’s have a lil’ ranger or ballet dancer.

Can you hit my blunt ?

Maybe, maybe , maybe, maybe
But it’s gone kill you and I need you to have my babyyy
Baby, baby, baby.

Get me a kid you can have money blowing like an AC
AC, AC, AC versuri-lyrics.info
I know I be on that high stuff but my neck cold like a icey
Icey, icey, icey
She don’t want no kids with no other niggas.

When you put on your makeup, you drive me crazy
Make me think i wanna have a baby
Where’d you come from
Only thing I wanna know is can you have my babyyy?
My baby
My baby
My baby
Only thing I wanna know is can you have my babyyy?
My baby
My baby
My baby
Only thing I wanna know is can you have my babyyy?
Chief Keef lyrics
Video baby

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Pink Guy – Furr (Pink Season Album)

[Intro]
Man, don’t you hate when you’re all like
“Man, I wanna kill some rats”
And then the, the bitch-ass animal company is like
“No”
So, what now?

[Hook]
PETA on my dick
PETA, PETA on my dick
PETA on my dick
PETA, PETA on my dick
PETA on my dick
PETA, PETA on my dick
PETA on my dick
PETA, PETA on my dick (Ooh!)

[Verse]
I’ve been shooting dogs with BB guns since I was five
If you want to witness, you can come and see me live (Ooh!)
I be trapping cats in AC units all the time
Let them freeze, baby
Give the mice a head start, please, baby
PETA trynna take away the fun life
They always sending people to my condo
Like, "Who you is, and how you getting all this mammal fur?"
I tell them, go ahead, and check-a check that bank roll
I got a camel-fur coat, gator-skin duffel bag
Chinese labrador rug price tags
Sea turtle shell, money clip, hella tablerags
And handkerchief straight out of the African wild
Yeah, I don’t give a fuck about the dolphins on my back
Man, I know a guy, who knows a guy, I get it like that
With a polar bear ceiling fan cooling down my back
And a kangaroo pouch to hold my diamonds and rags
I sewed a bunch of rats to a quilt
All this fur got me feeling like Cruella de Vil
I’ve been lurking on my neighbor’s dalmatians for weeks, man
If you trying to split the profit, call my pager for deets
They try to shut me down, that’s a no, no
They all trying to hit me with the low blows
But I never pay attention, I just pay in cash
If you trying to ask some questions, man, get off my fucking ass, uh

[Hook]
PETA on my dick
PETA, PETA on my dick
PETA on my dick
PETA, PETA on my dick
PETA on my dick
PETA, PETA on my dick
PETA on my dick
PETA, PETA on my dick (Ooh!)

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Famous Dex – Walking Dead (feat. Warhol.Ss)

[Hook: Warhol.ss & Famous Dex]
Walking through the trenches
Money in my britches
30 in my pocket
Hollows in this rocket
Smokin’ till I’m weezin’
Ball out every season
Count more than my teachers
100k for features
6k for my finger
My pockets never empty
Lil boy, don’t come near me
Shooters, they crazy, doin’ hits out the Bentley
Sippin’ none’ but wop
Dope in my sock
Write your name on the Glock
We kick in your door, never talk to the cops

[Verse 1: Warhol.ss]
These niggas phony and fake
That boy gon’ talk to the jakes
Eat all my shrimp with the steak
Take all his food off his plate
These niggas don’t know the plot
Pull up and pop out his top
Blowin’ this dope out the roof
Run up with slide and finish the lot

[Verse 2: Famous Dex & Warhol.ss]
That lil’ boy don’t want war
Tell me what all is his fuss about
Them boys just snatched his chain
Caught the man lackin’ in the parking lot
40 on me it go boom
I fuck his bitch in a room
Maserati it go zoom
Born in the Chi, boy, I came from the zoo
They knew we came from the zoo
30 shot on me, I aim it at you
Smokin’ on glue
My bitch from Peru
Lackin’, end up on the news
Hit that boy with the tool
Diamonds on me feelin’ cool
Hundred bitches in the pool
Hundred bitches in the pool
They sniffin’ that coke, man they thinkin’ it’s cool
They get so high, like the moon
Pickin’ it up, I’m so rude
Twenty-five for some jewels
Bankroll my pocket, Margiela my shoes
I know this boy wanna be me
Diamonds so cold, I got AC, yeah

[Hook: Warhol.ss & Famous Dex]
Walking through the trenches
Money in my britches
30 in my pocket
Hollows in this rocket
Smokin’ till I’m weezin’
Ball out every season
Count more than my teachers
100k for features
6k for my finger
My pockets never empty
Lil boy, don’t come near me
Shooters, they crazy, doin’ hits out the Bentley
Sippin’ none’ but wop
Dope in my sock
Write your name on the Glock
We kick in your door, never talk to the cops

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Aidonia – IG Girls Lyrics

(Verse 1)
The likkle pretty gyal you a boast pon IG bout
Shi gimmi a nice deep throat
All when you put her in a house
Shi a find way fi try thief out
Shi waan jump pon the bike wheel out
Pon a high speed boat

Mi seh pretty gyal do you have anybody?
Shi seh the likkle man him a just the
Shi tell mi seh it alright
Shi seh if mi feel fi come off her
Shi show mi seh shi badder than a porn star
But mi si ou pon the IG you a post her

(Chorus)
You seh a your girl
You seh a your girl
Your girl
You seha your girl

(Verse 2)
Gyal weh you gi the close door
Man a score goal wid the back a close goal
Reach a the block you know wi stop a 4×4
Buy two dragon that pop a bore, bore
High way, drive way, the toll road
Mad coco white Benz inna sport mode
Rub down her tights AC a flow cold
Fly pass deh suh never stop a Portmore

Nuh over Squelchy, yeah wi reach deh
Bring you gyal and go chill pon the beach yeah
Dawg a suh easy shi give it weh
Send a picture a the pu**y snapchat fi please mi

(Repeat Chorus)

(Verse 3)
Shi nuh seh a you
Yuh a seh a yours
Pon you IG you a post up you girl
Woman crush everyday caption you words
Diddy meck you gyal deh pon the snapchat a twerk
You a seh a your girl
Yeah shi a yours
Tek her weh today shi ready when a fi mi turn
Shi a your WCW
You swear seh shi love you

(Repeat Verse 1)

(Repeat Chorus)

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Kid Ink – Lights Out Lyrics

(Chorus)
Lights out, hit the switch when ain’t nobody looking
I ain’t tripping, that’s just how you took it
Getting high, that help my aggravations
This elevation feel so damn amazing
Young ni**a hang out the broads
Know that you hear when it’s on
We made it out this far
The way I been acting, I’m sorry
Young ni**a hang out the waters
Young ni**a hang out the run
Hit the switch
And then I’m blacking out

(Verse 1)
I might black out
I got that power packed in here like pack out
Got through security without no pat down
I tip 100 and then I tilt my head down
You see me, you should know who I got in the background
If they run it up, I just took my lap round
I just took my first one, but it’s not my last one
She told me to pass one, alley oop it, and one
I know just what you want
From that dress that you want
AC got you cold
And Hennessy get you on
Some of you ni**as ain’t high for the summer
Rest of the year, you out of discussion
My money talking, I’m up for discussing
She love when I thump it, I thump it, I thump it, I thump it
I put the key in ignition
You hear that bi**h humming
I hit the corner and pull up
You ain’t seen it coming

(Chorus)
Lights out, hit the switch when ain’t nobody looking
I ain’t tripping, that’s just how you took it
Getting high, that help my aggravations
This elevation feel so damn amazing
Young ni**a hang out the broads
Know that you hear when it’s on
We made it out this far
The way I been acting, I’m sorry
Hit the switch
And then I’m blacking out

(Verse 2)
We blacking out
Know we in the building and it’s packing out
All them old hoes give me action now
Hit it from the back until the track is out
I know where I’m going , you ain’t gotta map it out
Sitting on top of the hills, made it out the south
Central of LA, murder was the case
I got up out the hood, without a beat from Dre
No cosign and no verse from Snoop
Eminem ain’t here, treat all my ni**as like groupies
We beat the odds and I’m living proof
You told me that my dreams were lies, I’ll forgive you soon
Ask, I start to lose my hunger and then, I just remember
All of the hamburgers that I had for dinner
Ni**a, the game that we playing is not for beginners
I see you been trying to shine but everything getting dimmer

(Outro)
Lights out

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