Skrillex & Nai Barghouti – Xena Lyrics

Skrillex & Nai Barghouti Lyrics

Xena
^{this is a track by Skrillex & Nai Barghouti}

شيعوا لأولاد عمه ييجوله
عددوا المهرة وهاتوا البارودة
بالخيول المبرقعة يطاردوله
زفولي محمد لباب العامود

English Translation:

shayaeuu li’awlad eamih yijulh
eadaduu almuharat wahatuu albaruda
bialkhuyul almubarqaeat yutariduluh
zafuli muhamad libab aleamud
shayaeuu li’awlad eamih yijulh
eadaduu almuharat wahatuu albaruda
bialkhuyul almubarqaeat yutariduluh
zafuli muhamad libab aleamud
shayaeuu li’awlad eamih yijulh
eadaduu almuharat wahatuu albaruda
bialkhuyul almubarqaeat yutariduluh
zafuli muhamad libab aleamud
shayaeuu li’awlad eamih yijulh
eadaduu almuharat wahatuu albaruda
bialkhuyul almubarqaeat yutariduluh
zafuli muhamad libab aleamud
shayaeuu li’awlad eamih yijulh
They went to his cousins, touring him
Count the skilled and bring the gun
With patched horses, they chase him
Zfuli Muhammad Lubab al-Amud

They went to his cousins, touring him
Count the skilled and bring the gun
With patched horses, they chase him
Zfuli Muhammad Lubab al-Amud

They went to his cousins, touring him

Count the skilled and bring the gun
With patched horses, they chase him
Zfuli Muhammad Lubab al-Amud

They went to his cousins, touring him
Count the skilled and bring the gun
With patched horses, they chase him
Zfuli Muhammad Lubab al-Amud

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^{_{Songwriter (s): Skrillex, Nai Barghouti & Rasha Mosa}}

^{Sonny John Moore, known professionally as Skrillex, is an American DJ and music producer. Growing up in Northeast Los Angeles and Northern California, he joined the post-hardcore band From First to Last …}

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Rod Wave – Don’t Need Lyrics

Rod Wave Lyrics

Don’t Need
^{this is a track by Rod Wave}

[Intro]
(Don’t play with him)
(Popstar Benny)
(Popstar worldwide)

[Chorus]
Baby, when you gonna see (Yeah-yeah)
I can be the man of your dreams (Dreams)
When you gonna let it go? (Let it go baby)
We know you wanna let it all be free (Be free)
All the things you don’t need (Yeah-yeah)
All of the things you don’t need
Yeah, you don’t, you don’t need
All of the things you don’t, you don’t, you don’t (Don’t play with him)
Bently GT, put you in a G-Wag‘ ’63

[Verse]
Tell me how you feel I be a shoulder to lean
Probably never find another like me
How you feel, baby? And, when you tell me, just keep it real, baby
Listenin’ to you feel whenever we chill, baby
I don’t feel like your friends, your friends
I feel like I love ’em, maybe
To be honest, girl, you could do better
They be tryna get in, but, don’t let ’em
And I had locked in the when she met me
She was already there when I met her
And I know this shit get crazy
Let’s storm out the weather
Thug loss, she forever
I can make a nigga start loss forever

[Chorus]
Baby, when you gonna see (Yeah-yeah)
I can be the man of your dreams (Of your dreams)
When you gonna let it go? (Let it go baby)
We know you wanna let it all be free (Don’t play with him) (Be free)
All the things you don’t need (Yeah-yeah)
All of the things you don’t need
Yeah, you don’t, you don’t need
All of the things you don’t, you don’t, you don’t

[Outro]
You don’t, you don’t
You don’t, you don’t, you don’t
You don’t need
When you gonna see

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^{_{Songwriter (s): Rod Wave, Popstar Benny & SenseiATL}}

^{Rodarius Marcell Green, known professionally as Rod Wave, is an American rapper and singer. He is known for his strong voice and incorporation of hip hop and R&B, and has been recognized as a trailblazer of soul-trap}

project: Jupiter’s Diary: 7 Day Theory (2022)
^{ROD WAVE}

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Rod Wave – Got It Right Lyrics

Rod Wave Lyrics

Got It Right
^{this is a track by Rod Wave}

[Intro]
(Pipe that shit up TNT)
Yeah, uh, uh, oh, oh-oh
I, I just been cool and out the way, you know
You know what I’m sayin’?
Out the way
(Shaad got K’Rounds)
Oh, oh
Fifteen ways in here
Fifteen ways in here
Ayy, yeah, ayy
You know just in case you was wonderin’
You know
Yeah, yeah, listen

[Verse]
I put the city on my back, like a motherfuckin’ quarterback
Chasing after paper, I don’t care ’bout where the party at
In the Rolls dolo, gettin’ loaded off a party pack
Heard my dawg was hatin’ and I could’ve caught a heart attack
Say I did her wrong, but I still say she started it
Had my childish ways, either way you where my heart is at
Came a long way, me and my sister totin’ laundry bags
Writtin’ songs, foldin’ clothes at the laundromat
I used to wake up, walk to school, wonderin’ where my life was headed
I know my dreams coming ’cause I’m willin’ and I’m ready
Breakin’ in houses for the skrilla, I still regret it
Built this up from the ground, I promise I’ma protect it
Lookin’ over my shoulder every time I dot the door
Big ol’ pistol on my hip, a nigga play, he better know (Grah)
That if he play, he gotta go, I’ll see you later, adios (Baow, baow, baow, baow)
All I wanted was the dough, it ain’t no more kickin’ doors, I ain’t gotta live like that no more, oh
Them rappin’ songs made me a millionaire, yeah
And buildin’ homes gon’ make me a billionaire
Catch a case without a bond, let’s see who really care
See who really care
You know the city too little, you niggas too loud, the feds on the way, they say
A boy got hit with an indictment today, I pray
Everybody make it back home safe, I pray, yeah
You know the rap game so pussy, they ain’t wanna give me a chance
A nigga kicked the door down and forced ’em to let me in
Another tour confirmed, I get to see all my fans (Yeah)
Every night on the mic, four hundred and fifty bands
Who I am (Damn)
You don’t understand
See it’s a cold, cold world, growin’ up so fast
I’ll tell you the story, you still don’t know the half
Early mornings and late night flights (Yeah)
Choppas and handguns protectin’ my life
Just to be standin’, fell so many times (Yeah)
Finally figured it out, finally got it right
Yeah, yeah-yeah, finally got it right

[Outro]
Just to figure it out, just to be a young nigga in this world
And to figure it out
I mean, I’m still learnin’, I’m still
I still—, a lotta shit is fucked up
But I’m maintainin’ in this world, just to be livin’
You know, bills paid, everything all good
You know, growin’ up in this shit, I had to find myself
See what was for me, you know?
And I got my fans, I know all this shit is blessin’ me and I appreciate it
Finally got it right

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^{_{Songwriter (s): Rod Wave}}

project: Jupiter’s Diary: 7 Day Theory (2022)
^{ROD WAVE}

Break My Heart
Got It Right
The Answer Is No
Jupiter’s Diary
Love Overdose
MJ Story
Just Sing
Don’t Need

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Rod Wave – Break My Heart Lyrics

Rod Wave Lyrics

Break My Heart
^{this track by Rod Wave features Sam Smith}

[Intro: Sam Smith & Rod Wave]
Have you ever felt like being somebody else? (Somebody)
Feeling like the mirror isn’t good for your health?
(Pipe that shit up, TnT) Every day, I’m trying not to hate myself
Tryin’ not to—, tryin’ not to—, you know, hate, hate what I been through changed me, know what I’m sayin’? (Colorado run for mil)
(Trill got the juice, nigga)
Just a little bit, love me more
Just a little bit, love me more
Oh, no, love me more
Just a little bit, love me more
Have you ever felt like being somebody else?
Youngin’, uh, uh, youngin’ (And it break my heart)
Feeling like the mirror isn’t good for your health?
(And it broke my heart, and it breaks my heart) Look, look

[Verse: Rod Wave]
I got stabbed in my back and crossed so many times
I don’t know who to trust, think everybody lyin’ (Lyin’)
I be finna give up, ’cause I’m so tired of tryin’ (Tryin’)
Crawl under a rock, and isolate my mind (Mind)
I don’t want no broke friends ’cause I’m larger than a bitch (Larger)
Don’t want no rap friends, ’cause they be flawer than a bitch
My old friends changing, seen it in HD (In HD)
If you a fake-flawed fuck nigga then what that make me, huh? (Make me)
‘Cause I was cool with you, nigga
Broke in houses, skipped school with you, nigga
Stood on the block and broke the rules with you, nigga
The whole time you was foolin’ me nigga (Foolin’ me now)
Who would’ve knew the price we paid for platinum plaques
This fortune and this fame got strings attached (Strings attached)
People get to actin’ weird when fame attached (Fame attached)
Come around and live they life with my name attached (Oh-woah-oh)

[Chorus: Rod Wave]
I said, “Girl, where you going?” (Where you going, love?)
“You can’t stay a little while longer?” (Why you going, love?)
The real from the fake and the fake from the flawed (And the fake—)
Gettin’ harder to tell ’em apart (Apart)
And it breaks my heart, (My heart), and it breaks my heart (It really breaks my heart)
And it breaks my heart, and it breaks my heart (It really breaks my heart)
You really broke my heart, I—, why you break my heart? (You break my heart)
Break my heart (You break my heart), yeah, it broke my heart, and it breaks my heart (Break my heart)

[Outro: Rod Wave & Sam Smith]
Yeah, yeah
What’s up fam’, that’s how you feel family? (Oh, woah)
Real from the fake, and the fake from the flawed, harder to tell them apart (Ayy, the world gon’ hear this)
And it breaks my heart, and it breaks my heart (Ayy, can you hear me? Is this shit going? Is this mic on?)
Nigga real is rare, just know
Every day, I’m trying not to hate myself
But lately, it’s not hurtin’ like it did before
Just a little bit, love me more
Just a little bit, love me more
Oh, no, love me more
Just a little bit, love me more

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^{_{Songwriter (s): Rod Wave, Sam Smith, TnTXD, TrillGotJuice, Colorado, Mikkel Storleer Eriksen, Jimmy Napes & Tor Erik Hermansen}}

^{Samuel Frederick Smith is an English singer and songwriter. After rising to prominence in October 2012 by featuring on Disclosure’s breakthrough single “Latch”, which peaked at number eleven on the UK …}

project: Jupiter’s Diary: 7 Day Theory (2022)
^{ROD WAVE}

Break My Heart
Got It Right
The Answer Is No
Jupiter’s Diary
Love Overdose
MJ Story
Just Sing
Don’t Need

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Rod Wave – The Answer Is No Lyrics

Rod Wave Lyrics

The Answer Is No
^{this is a track by Rod Wave}

[Intro]
(Pipe that shit up TNT)
Uh, they say
Walk past ten, nigga, finna get walked down in the head
Fuck nigga thinkin’ it’s—
Get off a nigga dick

[Verse]
Damn, it’s safe to say money changin’ me, nigga
Crazy how the fame be changin’ these niggas
On my knees, askin’ God to keep me safe me from these niggas
In my own lane, a thousand miles away from these niggas
I don’t fuck with nobody, they all in competition
I don’t fuck with these hoes, that’s how the money go missin’
People come around just for beneficial business
‘Cause any given Wednesday, wake up and spend a million
Ballin’, for real
Shot callin’, for real
In control of my dream
Took it all in, for real
And I love my thug brothers, blood can make us closer
Pray that they protected on this hectic rollercoaster
‘Cause I know, it’s a whole lot with this shit
On my P’s and my Q’s, on top of this shit
This a dirty game in a dirty world, I hate it
Snakes came with handshakes and smilin’ faces
Oh, it’s crazy
Niggas have pillow conversations with any ho get naked
Pray that my migos, never let these hoes
Come between us and beat us
And you can even scream louder, but I can’t hear you
Picture me rollin’ wonderin’ in my rearview
Can’t get along with my peers, why, give it a try?
I feel like they all lost, livin’ a lie

[Chorus]
And, I don’t fuck with these niggas, I feel like they all fake
I don’t fuck with these bitches, I feel like they all fake
I don’t fuck with these niggas, I feel like they all fake
I don’t fuck with these bitches, I don’t fuck with these niggas, at all
Yeah, yeah, yeah

[Outro]
The answer no, nigga

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^{_{Songwriter (s): Rod Wave, TnTXD, Haze (Producer) & Fridayy}}

project: Jupiter’s Diary: 7 Day Theory (2022)
^{ROD WAVE}

Break My Heart
Got It Right
The Answer Is No
Jupiter’s Diary
Love Overdose
MJ Story
Just Sing
Don’t Need

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NLE Choppa – Champions Lyrics

NLE Choppa Lyrics

Champions
^{this is a track by NLE Choppa}

[Intro]
Ayy, man
Everybody stand up if you ever had your back up against the wall and had to fight back (d.a. got that dope)
This yo’ anthem (Yeah)

[Verse 1]
My view from the top of the moon (Space)
I can see the whole world sittin’ in my hand, amazin’ view (Let’s go)
We finna break the rules (Let’s go)
And we gon’ make ’em too (Make ’em too)
I can’t fall or slip, I gotta stand tall, that’s what a leader do (A leader do)
Follow me, I’m leadin’ you (One, two, three, let’s go)
Ayy, we finna turn up
Crank up the heat in here, they finna burn up
Told ’em I’m comin’, I’m here
Tell ’em they time up
I said it one, I’ma say it again, “This here be my year” (This here be my year)
I ain’t gon’ show no fear
I know that I’m built, too equipped for what God want me to do
I’m number one, not the two
It ain’t no way I’ma lose (Way I’ma lose)
I hate to struggle, but it made me harder (Made me harder)
I made it far, but I wanna go farther (Wanna go farther)
This not for me, this for my son and my daughter, my family tree in that order (In that order)
I’m the chosen one, I’m wearin’ that jacket (Wearin’ that jacket)
I was down, now I’m up
Now I was the underdog, now look who be laughin’
I’m better than who you gassin’, and

[Chorus]
The champions (Champions), the champions (Champions)
Ayy, we gon’ ball never fall, the champions (Champions)
The champions (Champions), the champions (Champions)
Ayy, we gon’ ball, never fall, I put my head up
And told ’em, “Crown me”
My ring finger got a rock on it, rock on it
I put my head up
And told ’em, “Crown me”
My ring finger got a rock on it, rock on it, rock on it

[Verse 2]
Threw dirt on my name, tried to bury me (Bury me)
Put salt on me like they was seasoning
Now, this my season
Weathered every storm that was in my way, but promise you, it wasn’t easy (Wasn’t easy)
Took some patience and grievin’
I was believin’ when no one believe me (Hey, hey, hey, hey)
I was believin’ when no one believe me (Let’s go)
Now they got to see me from the nose bleed or the front row
I don’t care what seat
Dreams to reality, I’m too real for reality TV
Remember I was piss poor, now I’m writin’ this song from a balcony
Told ’em, “Watch out for me”
But they ain’t see me comin’, now they road kill (Road kill)
Know what long nights on that road feel like
Keep pushin’, even though we don’t feel right (It don’t feel right)
Blood, sweat, and tears just to live life
Talked to God even when I didn’t see light (Didn’t see light)
Still talk to Him when it got bright
Dark days, but made for the spotlight
We paid, now mama can sleep tight

[Chorus]
Champions (Champions), the champions (Champions, told ’em crown me)
Ayy, we gon’ ball never fall, the champions (Mm-hmm)
The champions (Champions), the champions (Champions)
Ayy, we gon’ ball never fall, I put my head up
And told ’em, “Crown me”
My ring finger got a rock on it, rock on it
I put my head up
And told ’em, “Crown me”
My ring finger got a rock on it, rock on it, rock on it

[Bridge]
So we put our head up
Ring finger got a rock on it, rock on it, rock on it
So we put our head up (Ayy, yeah-ah)
Ring finger got a rock on it, rock on it, rock on it
So we put our head up
We gon’ bow, never fall
Got a rock on it, rock on it

[Chorus]
The champions, the champions
Ayy, we gon’ ball never fall, the champions
The champions, the champions
Ayy, we gon’ ball never fall, I put my head up
And told ’em, “Crown me”
My ring finger got a rock on it, rock on it
I put my head up
And told ’em, “Crown me”
My ring finger got a rock on it, rock on it, rock on it

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^{_{Songwriter (s): NLE Choppa & d.a. got that dope}}

^{Bryson Lashun Potts, known professionally as NLE Choppa, is an American rapper from Memphis, Tennessee. He rose to fame with his 2019 single “Shotta Flow”, which was certified platinum by the RIAA and peaked in the top-40 of the Billboard Hot 100. His debut EP, Cottonwood, was also released in 2019.}

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Ayy, rip off my shirt if you love me (Love me) Spit in my face when you fuck me (Fuck me) Play with my gooch while…

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Rubber band hundreds, this shit keep on comin’ I’m th-th-th-th-th-th-th-th-th-thumbin’ (Th-th-th-thumbin’) Move like a mummy, the drugs got him slumped He a ju-ju-ju-ju-ju-ju-ju-ju-ju-junkie (Ju-ju-ju-junkie) Add to…

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tana & Lancey Foux – swaggin like this Lyrics

tana & Lancey Foux Lyrics

swaggin like this
^{this is a track by tana & Lancey Foux}

[Intro]
(giannii)

[Pre-Chorus: tana]
Gon’ be myself forever (Myself forever), fuck what them people say
You said we was forever then left me the next day
And I ain’t come to play
Comin’ for necks, like, count your days
‘Cause it ain’t another way (Another way)

[Chorus: tana]
(Yeah, bitch)
No, I cannot give you a dollar (No)
I step when my feet in that Prada (That Prada)
(Okay, let’s go)
This real Givenchy on my collar (Givenchy on my collar)
Lil’ gentleman, bitch, I’m a scholar (Lil’ bitch)
Bitch, I’m swaggin’ like this ’cause I wanna (Swaggin’ like this ’cause I wanna)

[Verse 1: tana]
I’m on my fuck all them niggas shit (Fuck all them niggas)
I took a trip to the dentist, bitch (Trip to the dentist)
Now I got diamonds between my lips (Diamonds between)
I gotta keep me a cooler kit (Cooler kit)
‘Cause you know I might just shoot a bitch (Shoot a bitch)
You gotta watch who you coolin’ with (Coolin’ with)
A nigga move wrong, I might shoot this bitch up (Buh, buh)

[Pre-Chorus: tana]
Gon’ be myself forever (Myself), fuck what them people say (They say)
You said we was forever then left me the next day (You said, uh)
And I ain’t come to play
Comin’ for necks, like, count your days
‘Cause it ain’t another way (Another way)
Gon’ be myself forever (Myself forever), fuck what them people say
You said we was forever then left me the next day (You said we were forever)
And I ain’t come to play
Comin’ for necks, like, count your days
‘Cause it ain’t another way (Another way)

[Chorus: tana & Lancey Foux]
(Yeah, chyeah, bitch)
No, I cannot give you a dollar (No, ha)
I step when my feet in that Prada (That Prada, ooh-oh, woah)
(Okay, let’s go)
This real Givenchy on my collar (Givenchy on my collar, ha)
Lil’ gentleman, bitch, I’m a scholar (Yeah)
Bitch, I’m swaggin’ like this ’cause I wanna (Swaggin’ like this ’cause I wanna)
(Ooh-oh, woah, ha)

[Verse 2: Lancey Foux]
Pull it up, start a play, huh
See how I seize the day, huh
See how I snatch your bae, hmm, ooh-ooh, uh
See how I trim her waist (Her waist, phew)
She ready to catch her fade (A fade)
Wadey, I shoot in the rain, uh (Ha)
She attracted to my pain (To my pain)
She ready to claim my name (Claim, woah)
I know she won’t complain
When the G Wagon switchin’ the lanes (When the G Wagon switchin’ the lanes)
I love to see her naked (Woah), everything about her true
Tryna understand her moves, I know what she wanna do, ooh-ooh

[Pre-Chorus: tana & Lancey Foux]
Gon’ be myself forever (Chyeah), fuck what them people say (Ha)
You said we was forever then left me the next day
And I ain’t come to play
Comin’ for necks, like, count your days
‘Cause it ain’t another way (Another way)

[Chorus: tana & Lancey Foux]
(Yeah, bitch)
No, I cannot give you a dollar (No)
I step when my feet in that Prada (That Prada, ha, chyeah)
(Okay, let’s go)
This real Givenchy on my collar (Givenchy on my collar, ooh-ooh)
Lil’ gentleman, bitch, I’m a scholar (Oh, yeah)
Bitch, I’m swaggin’ like this ’cause I wanna (Swaggin’ like this ’cause I wanna)

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^{_{Songwriter (s): tana, Lancey Foux, ‎xgiannii, Cade (Producer), PinkGrillz & Taz Taylor}}

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^{On “swaggin like this,” new collaborators tana and Lancey Foux show their superiority within their ranks—alongside flaunting their wealth, women and high taste in fashion.}

^{The track was first previewed on July 14, 2022 through tana’s Instagram live and would later become a dance trend on social media app, TikTok.}

^{The dance was performed by the likes of Zaytoven—alongside his son Zayskii, LeBron James‘ son Bryce, and fellow underground artists such as skaiwater, sgpwes, and midwxst.}

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Steven Lewis (born November 14, 2006), better known by his stage name tana (previously known as BabySantana), is a rapper, producer and audio engineer reigning from Columbus, Georgia.

project: GAULTIER (2023)
^TANA

y
archive
saving me
hell nah
hell yeah
fear no man
gon be ok
swaggin like this
as i walk thru the path
hills @ night
hope you feel the same

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And none of your nigga get it poppin’ every day I was on the road, nigga, poppin’ bottles with the gang Now I’m finna grow, in the SRT, I’m switchin’ lanes Stickin’…

tana – hell yeah Lyrics

And I move the pack through the mail (Yeah) And this gas good enough to sell, yeah He tryna be like us and I can tell, yeah (PinkGrillz) He tried to be…

tana – hell nah Lyrics

Pull up on the block, you gon’ get killed Always been rich, ain’t have a reason to steal 12 come to the car, I’ma reach for the steel They knock on my…

tana – y Lyrics

And I can’t lie, that’s fine (And I can’t lie, lie) Get it from mama ’cause she who raised me I work way too hard, won’t let you play me And I…

tana – hope you feel the same Lyrics

I would pretend to be to be happy While my arms leak with blood Mmm, baby, I don’t understand this You’re changing, I can’t stand it

tana – fear no man Lyrics

She said I’m her ecstasy (Said I’m her ecstasy) She wanna have sex with me (Sex with me) Lil’ bitch, this drip I rock ain’t cheap (I rock ain’t cheap) When we…

tana – hills @ night Lyrics

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hills @ night
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[Chorus]
On the hills at night, and we both so high
I don’t wanna choose no sides, I just wanna call you mine
And that’s why, we do pills in the night time
I’ma call you, half past five, just to make sure you’re fine
My only goal is makin’ you mine
And baby, I ain’t wastin’ no time
We on the hills at night
And we on the hills at night
And that’s why, we do pills in the night time
I’ma call you, half past five, just to make sure you’re fine
My only goal is makin’ you mine
And baby, I ain’t wastin’ no time
We on the hills at night
And we on the hills at night

[Verse]
And I’m way too high for this
Bring how many girls? Like five or six
Give her to the bro, that’s my assist
Mixin’ in the love like a scientist
And then we be tryna get inside of it
And baby, can I please get a slice of it
Once in the world, everybody lies a bit
Your love, babygirl, I desire it (And that’s why, yeah)
So drunk, I can’t speak right
We can get a little me and you time
Thinkin’ ’bout you in my free time
I can’t lie, girl, I cheated to her three times
Can you please help me kick it in the meantime?
Can’t move slow ’cause we wastin’ sweet time
If you try to touch my baby, promise he die

[Chorus]
On the hills at night, and we both so high
I don’t wanna choose no sides, I just wanna call you mine
And that’s why, we do pills in the night time
I’ma call you, half past five, just to make sure you’re fine
And that’s why, we do pills in the night time
I’ma call you, half past five, just to make sure you’re fine
My only goal is makin’ you mine
And baby, I ain’t wastin’ no time
We on the hills at night
And we on the hills at night

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tana & Lancey Foux – swaggin like this Lyrics

I took a trip to the dentist, bitch (Trip to the dentist) Now I got diamonds between my lips (Diamonds between) I gotta keep me a cooler kit (Cooler kit) ‘Cause you…

[Lyrics] Tana Mongeau – Without You | NobleLyrics

I’ll admit I feel alone at times I’ve been there and I’ve crossed the line I pray I can breathe again over time, time Without you I know that it’s wrong…

tana – as i walk thru the path Lyrics

tana Lyrics

as i walk thru the path
^{this is a track by tana}

[Intro]
Keep that, Paryo

[Pre-Chorus]
You could easily get paid, I can’t be your saviour
Told you we’ll be okay, long as we stack this paper
Like why lil’ shawty take? If she needs a thing, yeah
Tryna make sure my gang good

[Chorus]
As I walk down that path for them hatin’ ass niggas
Them comparin’, lyric sharin’, them outdated ass niggas
I geek up, I get high, I’m a faded ass nigga
Fuck y’all nameless ass niggas, fuck y’all famous ass niggas
I want green (Green), guala (Guala)
Money (Money), dollars (I want dollars)
Fendi, Prada (Prada)
And I even know I ain’t got one
Do this shit for my daugher
If you need it, I got it
If you want it, come cop it
(As I walk through the path of)

[Chorus]
As I walk down that path for them hatin’ ass niggas
Them comparin’, lyric sharin’, them outdated ass niggas
I geek up, I get high, I’m a faded ass nigga
Fuck y’all nameless ass niggas, fuck y’all famous ass niggas
I want green (Green), guala (Guala)
Money (Money), dollars (I want dollars)
Fendi, Prada (Prada)
And I even know I ain’t got one
Do this shit for my daugher (Do this shit, for my daughter)
If you need it, I got it (If you need it, then I got it)
If you want it, come cop it (If you want it, come cop it)
(As I walk through the path of)

[Outro]
As I walk through the path of—

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tana – gon be ok Lyrics

tana Lyrics

gon be ok
^{this is a track by tana}

[Intro]
Dark moon
(Yeah, yeah, uh, huh)
Fuck it, let’s go
Yeah, fuck it, let’s go

[Chorus]
Dopeboy fit, I’m fly
Backwood in hand, I’m high
I’m in the city all day, I don’t see none of these niggas
These niggas is not outside
You know we ain’t goin’, you touch one my niggas
You touch one my niggas, I swear you gon’ die
And none of y’all lame-ass niggas could even fuck with my niggas
No, y’all not the guys
He is not me, he is not I
I’m in that Escalade, you ridin’ ’round in a cab
A lot of these niggas be fake, you don’t see me with them guys
I’m in the hotbox with Shai, he just told me he high
Black shades, you can’t see the pain when you look in my eyes
And I told her we gon’ be okay, we gon’ be alright

[Post-Chorus]
And I told her we gon’ be okay, we gon’ be fine
We gon’ be okay, we gon’ just fine

[Verse]
I walk around with a black bag, don’t come near
And that ho got a fat ass, tell her, “Come here”
And my whole gang rich, it ain’t no brokes here
It get cold in this bitch, so I bought a Moncler
Dyed my shit black, I’m done dyin’ my hair
I just get rich, I sit back and they stare
Yeah, she suck dick, but her boyfriend don’t care
I’m rockin’ Ksubis, you not rockin’ Ksubis
Walk ’round with toolies, you don’t keep the toolie
We in the same function, niggas get booted
That shit that y’all knowin’, I swear we been knew it
And that shit that they doin’, I swear we been through it
I’m lookin’ at niggas like, what is you doin’?
We talkin’ ’bout money, I speak that shit fluent
He said he want smoke, nigga, let’s get into it

[Pre-Chorus]
Fu—Fu—Fuck it, let’s go
Fu—Fu—Fuck it, let’s go

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Steven Lewis (born November 14, 2006), better known by his stage name tana (previously known as BabySantana), is a rapper, producer and audio engineer reigning from Columbus, Georgia.

project: GAULTIER (2023)
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tana – archive Lyrics

tana Lyrics

archive
^{this is a track by tana}

[Intro]
Yeah, Romani, yeah

[Chorus]
I’m tryna touch the stars, I’m tryna get up
I’m tryna get a bag, she wanna get love
She wanna lie to me, she wanna get defensive
(Yeah, woah, yeah, woah, yeah, woah, yeah, woah)
What did you expect? Told you I was next
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
My closet is archive, told him, “Catch me outside”
(Uh, uh, yeah)

[Verse]
When you really goin’ up, they gon’ try to bring you down
When they doin’ bad things, they gon’ try to bring you ’round
When my demons pullin’ up, you gon’ hear them hollow sounds
While I’m kickin’ back, I could get you knocked off
I’m tryna spend some racks and take my family to Top Golf
When I step out the crib, they all know who the top dawg
When I hop in that Lexus, I’m takin’ the top off
(Yeah, woah, yeah)

[Outro]
My closet is archive (My closet is archive)

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^{On “archive,” tana flaunts his taste for high-end clothing—specifically older and more saught after issues, more known as archival fashion.}

^{The track was first mentioned on March 26, 2022 through tana’s Instagram story and released later that day. The track originally featured an exclusive host from DJ Phat, however was removed at a later date}

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hills @ night
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tana – saving me Lyrics

tana Lyrics

saving me
^{this is a track by tana}

[Intro]
Yeah-yeah
Yeah
Yeah

[Chorus]
Ridin’ ’round ATL, coolin’ with the gang
“Slow down,” nah, bitch, keep up with the pace
Alex Moss ring and the Johnny Dang chain
And none of your nigga get it poppin’ every day
I was on the road, nigga, poppin’ bottles with the gang
Now I’m finna grow, in the SRT, I’m switchin’ lanes
Stickin’ with Fazo, he the only one who had faith
Crashed the Benz, then we move on to a Wraith
AP skelly, red diamonds in the face
Kick her out, I had to put her to the pavement
Niggas ain’t passin’ us, they crazy
Told ’em, “Move out the way,” lil’ bitch, it ain’t no savin’ me
Ain’t no savin’ me, it ain’t no savin’ me

[Verse]
Post up on the ‘Gram like a motherfuckin’ icon
I get fly easy, lil’ bitch, you a tryhard
Bust my nuckles like a motherfuckin’ rockstar
No belt buckle, but you better just hold on tight
‘Cause we out (Yeah), and we out fast (Yeah)
And we ain’t havin’ no conversations ‘less it’s ’bout cash

[Outro]
Yeah
Ain’t no savin’

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Steven Lewis (born November 14, 2006), better known by his stage name tana (previously known as BabySantana), is a rapper, producer and audio engineer reigning from Columbus, Georgia.

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tana – hell yeah Lyrics

tana Lyrics

hell yeah
^{this is a track by tana}

[Pre-Chorus]
Hell nah, I don’t wanna hear your diss
I just spent two bands on Rick
Hurt her heart, I gotta fix that
MMY with the Rick, they mix-match (Mix-match)
I get my lick back, he get popped like a Tic-Tac (Tic)
And her tongue goin’ zig-zag
We gon’ bring ’em guns out, give ’em hell

[Chorus]
Yeah, hell yeah, uh
Yeah, hell yeah, uh
Yeah, hell yeah
And I move the pack through the mail (Yeah)
And this gas good enough to sell, yeah
He tryna be like us and I can tell, yeah
He tried to be like us, but that boy failed, yeah
Uh, yeah, hell yeah

[Post-Chorus]
Uh, yeah, hell yeah, u—uh, yeah, hell yeah
U—U—Uh, yeah, hell yeah, uh, yeah, hell yeah
Uh, yeah, hell yeah, u—uh, yeah, hell yeah
U—Uh, yeah, hell yeah (Uh, yeah, hell yeah)
(Ayy, ayy, yeah, yeah)

[Verse]
I’m 5’7, I stand on my money, I’m tall
And no, I don’t hoop, but I swear I could ball
And no, I don’t love you, girl, I ain’t FALL
She do her lil’ shuffle, she do the Futsal (Futsal)
I ain’t leavin’ no witness, don’t care what you saw
Promise I used to be broke
But now that I’m up, I’ma Balenciaga it all (All)
I could take you to Pluto, promise you gon’ keep it true, though
When I’m older, buy a two-door, or a four
I got some money, but I want some more
We up, tell ’em check the score (Yeah)
Hit my phone, you gon’ get ignored
Scored on a pint, pharmacy galore (Bop, bop, bop, bop, bop)

[Pre-Chorus]
Hell nah, I don’t wanna hear your diss (Diss)
I just spent two bands on Rick (Rick)
Hurt her heart, I gotta fix that
MMY with the Rick, they mix-match (Mix-match)
I get my lick back (Lick back), he get popped like a Tic-Tac (Tic-Tac)
And her tongue goin’ zig-zag
We gon’ bring ’em guns out, give ’em hell

[Chorus]
Yeah, hell yeah, uh
Yeah, hell yeah, uh
Yeah, hell yeah
And I move the pack through the mail (Yeah)
And this gas good enough to sell, yeah
He tryna be like us and I can tell, yeah (PinkGrillz)
He tried to be like us, but that boy failed, yeah
Uh, yeah, hell yeah

[Outro]
Come back, tana

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^{On “hell yeah” tana shows pride within his position, flaunting his wealth and expenses—futher noting he couldn’t care less of what his opposition thinks of him.}

^{The track was first previewed within January of 2022 and was used as the opening track for his set at Lil Tecca’s Tecca Loves You Tour.}

^{On July 25, 2022—after teasing the song for months, tana took to Instagram to share what was the final version of the long awaited track. The track later made an official release on August 19, 2022, followed by a Bryson Moberley and Declan Kyle-directed music video hours later.}

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tana – hell nah Lyrics

tana Lyrics

hell nah
^{this is a track by tana}

[Intro]
PinkGrillz
Is it real, tana?

[Chorus]
I hang with shooters, so don’t pop out in that mix (Grrah, uh)
And my blooda keep that flag up on his right, but his pockets blue like Crip (Buh)
It’s now or never, I know you gon’ ride with us (Ooh-ooh)
If they shoot up the car, is you gon’ slide for us? (Woah-oh)
No, ’cause I know that he ain’t real, he on go
He want smoke, get popped like a pill (Grr, bop, bop)
I’m on— I’m on lean, just cracked that seal (PinkGrillz)
Hell nah, I ain’t sign no deal, tryna tell you how I feel (Tell you how I feel)

[Verse]
Showin’ you how it feel
On the top, tell you how it is
We eatin’ steak, he ain’t eatin’ no ribs
Pull up, pop-pop, sting you like an eel
A-list a-hole like I was killed
My racks three like Bradley Beal
Pull up on the block, you gon’ get killed
Always been rich, ain’t have a reason to steal
12 come to the car, I’ma reach for the steel
They knock on my door, I’ma reach for the chrome
Sorry mama, I ain’t makin’ it home
‘Cause I’m rich and jakes won’t leave me ‘lone

[Chorus]
Shoo— Shoo— Shooters, so don’t pop out in that mix (Grrah, uh)
And my blooda keep that flag up on his right, but his pockets blue like Crip (Buh)
It’s now or never, I know you gon’ ride with us (Ooh-ooh)
If they shoot up the car, is you gon’ slide for us? (Woah-oh)
No, ’cause I know that he ain’t real, he on go
He want smoke, get popped like a pill (Grr, bop, bop)
I’m on— I’m on lean, just cracked that seal (Seal, PinkGrillz)
Hell nah, I ain’t sign no deal, tryna tell you how I feel (Tell you how I feel)

[Outro]
Hell nah, I ain’t sign no deal, tryna tell you how I feel

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^{On “hell nah,” tana flaunts his expenses, further jeopardizing his opposition over the synth-based PinkGrillz instrumental as he delivers his lyrics with a swagger that is sure to turn heads.}

^{The song appears as track four to his debut album, GAULTIER and serves as a sequel to his 2022 hit song, “hell yeah.”}

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tana – y Lyrics

tana Lyrics

y
^{this is a track by tana}

[Intro]
(Oh-oh, oh, oh)
(Oh-oh, oh, oh)
(Oh-oh, oh, oh)
(Oh-oh, oh, oh)

[Chorus]
Fast lane life, know she like that
Know how she left me hangin’, she ain’t type back
Took a whole lot of, took a whole lot of risks in my life
Bought a whole lot of designer and ain’t check the price
I had put my life on the line but that’s why I’m on time
Tryna grind and reach new heights
Somehow she blow my mind like every time
‘Cause she’s so fine and it’s like, why?

[Post-Chorus]
It’s alright, it’s okay
Just breathe with me, you gon’ be safe
It’s alright, it’s okay
Just breathe with me, you gon’ be safe

[Bridge]
(Oh-oh, oh, oh)
(Oh-oh, oh, oh)
(Oh-oh, oh, oh)
(Oh-oh, oh, oh)

[Refrain]
I did you wrong, I know it
I’m just tryna see how far it go
For right now, you my only hope
And I can’t lie, that’s fine
Told you a thousand times
And I ain’t even gon’ lie (Lie)

[Verse]
You the type to drive a nigga crazy
You the type to have a nigga baby
And I can’t lie, that’s fine (And I can’t lie, lie)
Get it from mama ’cause she who raised me
I work way too hard, won’t let you play me
And I can’t lie, that’s fine (And I can’t lie, that’s fine)

[Bridge]
(Oh-oh, oh, oh)
(Oh-oh, oh, oh)
(Oh-oh, oh, oh, thanks, Zuko)
(Oh-oh, oh, oh, ayo, EliWTF)

[Outro]
Fast lane, yeah, it’s aight
She ain’t type back
My life
Took a whole lot of, ah-ah

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tana – hope you feel the same Lyrics

tana Lyrics

hope you feel the same
^{this is a track by tana}

[Chorus]
I, I can’t numb the pain
I, I’m stuck in my ways
Take my soul, my brain
Hope you feel the same
Hope you feel the same
Hope you feel the same
Hope you feel the same
(Hope you feel the same)

[Verse]
Missing in action
What’s your satisfaction?
Your love’s a distraction
Feelings and emotions
No longer in motion
My heart’s in the ocean
I’m needing a hug
I’m needing some love
Miss my friends from above
I can’t go back to school
In the class, I would cut
I would pretend to be to be happy
While my arms leak with blood
Mmm, baby, I don’t understand this
You’re changing, I can’t stand it
My heart can’t take this damage
And the way I feel, can’t stand it
Mmm, baby, I don’t understand

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tana – fear no man Lyrics

tana Lyrics

fear no man
^{this is a track by tana}

[Intro]
(I love you, Zodiac)
I’m in L.A. right now
(Vanguard, Saint in this muh’fucka)
Zodiac, shit, this a good beat
Turn me up

[Chorus]
I don’t fear no man (Don’t fear no man)
I just wanna feel somethin’ (Boy)
I’m just tryna kill somethin’ (Slatt)
You don’t know the half, lil’ bro (Don’t know the half)
In school with them packs of dope (Ooh)
And I’m too cool, why you mad, lil’ bro?

[Verse 1]
And I’m up, now my pockets fat, lil’ bro
And Sarea left me, she a sad lil’ ho
Cut my ex off, bring a bad bitch home
Get my rocks off, send the bad bitch home (Vanguard shit, nigga)
I don’t fear no man (Don’t fear no man)
I just wanna feel somethin’ (Boy, Vanguard)
I’m just tryna kill somethin’ (Slatt)

[Bridge]
Yeah

[Verse 2]
She said I’m her ecstasy (Said I’m her ecstasy)
She wanna have sex with me (Sex with me)
Lil’ bitch, this drip I rock ain’t cheap (I rock ain’t cheap)
When we in the high-rise BnB (High-rise BnB)
Lil’ bitch, I’m high, high as can be (High as I can be)
If I go to the sky, can you come with me?

[Outro]
My pockets fat
Boy, hoy
Oh, yes sir
Yeah (Vanguard, nigga)
Oh (Vanguard shit, nigga), haha
I—I don’t, I—I—I
I just wanna—I just
I’m just tryna kill something

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Steven Lewis (born November 14, 2006), better known by his stage name tana (previously known as BabySantana), is a rapper, producer and audio engineer reigning from Columbus, Georgia.

project: GAULTIER (2023)
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Byron Messia – Talibans Lyrics

Byron Messia Lyrics

Talibans
^{this is a track by Byron Messia}

[Intro]
Yeah
North Side
Halash, skillish, skallash
Ztekk
Da-da-Da-da
Da-da-da-da
Da-da-da-ya
Yow Kellz

[Verse 1]
Say you bad from which part?
Tell a pussy we no run lip dawg
Like Chinese wall so the clip tall
Shub it up a make you fall from you diss, dawg
You no want none a this ’cause man a big dawg
A so you disappear as if you never did born
Me know a couple killer, me no just a sing song
With the people you mother tell you keep from
Ztekk full a bomb like Islam

[Pre-Chorus]
And everywhere me carry it ’cause me know the enemy them a pree
And me know them nah sorry for me
People a bawl and a scream ’cause we bad and we mean
Bloody crime scene, calamity
A so we shoot out brain fi go Canada, G
Make your marrow experience no gravity

[Chorus]
Tell a pussy we no laugh up
We no take talk
Violate, people a dead dawg
You should a keep in your bed ’cause the Talibans them a make war
We no laugh up
We no take talk
Badness a what we endorse
We no shoot people fi end up in a red cross

[Verse 2]
Yow, Talibans
Like them [?] we a show runs
Make unuh sleep a your yard in a four months
A so we make people a moan out
Like gyal a get fuck down a whore house
[?] boss full a ‘K than me sure ’bout
And if you see me travel with a 9X
A no no politician weh me a go vote out
Four kilo, four seat and four rounds
‘Member me born Kingston
Them love party, forget love drink rum
AK shake like Jada Kingdom
Everything a get fuck like strip club
So me stray strap, we no play that
You will get it one time in a the [?] spot
Like iPhone, weh your air drop
Me no go a fuck if a bareback

[Chorus]
Tell a pussy we no laugh up
We no take talk
Violate, people adead dawg
You should a keep in your bed ’cause the Talibans them a make war
We no laugh up
We no take talk
Badness a what we endorse
We no shoot people fi end up in a red cross

[Outro]
Tell a bwoy we no laugh up
We no take talk
Violate, people a dead dawg
Mhmm, we know a weh your head gone
You should a keep in your bed ’cause
A we a make walk
Yow dawg, we a make walk
Tell a bwoy we no laugh up

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Flo Milli – Conceited (Remix) Lyrics

Flo Milli Lyrics

Conceited (Remix)
^{this track by Flo Milli from “You Still Here, Oh?” album is Lola Brooke Remix}

[Intro: Flo Milli]
That’s Fyre

[Chorus: Flo Milli]
Feelin’ myself, I’m conceited (Huh)
Feelin’ myself, I’m conceited (Yeah)
Feelin’ myself, I’m conceited (Huh)
Feelin’ myself, I’m conceited (Wow)
Feelin’ myself, I’m conceited (Huh)
Feelin’ myself, I’m conceited (Yeah)
Feelin’ myself, I’m conceited (Huh)
Feelin’ myself, I’m conceited (Flo Milli shit)

[Verse 1: Flo Milli]
You never dated a chocolate bitch (Pretty)
You want a model bitch off of the internet (Internet)
All that ki-ki-ki’n’, I ain’t into that
All my mini-me’s, I invented that, facts
Long-ass weave flow down my back (Forty inch)
I want a pitcher wit’ a baseball bat (Swing)
Hoes don’t like when I talk like that
Please don’t bark ’cause Milli bite back
I huff then I puff then I blow shit down (Ooh)
Stand-up bitch, ho, go sit down (Damn)
Put your ear on my coochie, hear this ocean sound (Uh)
(I fuck once) Boy, you old dick now
You got money ’cause you on dicks
Milli got milli’s ’cause Milli got hits (I got hits)
You pop pimples, ho, I pop shit
You can talk like this when you really that bitch (Uh, yeah)

[Chorus: Flo Milli & Lola Brooke]
Feelin’ myself, I’m conceited (Huh)
Feelin’ myself, I’m conceited (Yeah)
Feelin’ myself, I’m conceited (Huh)
Feelin’ myself, I’m conceited (Wow)
Feelin’ myself, I’m conceited (Huh)
Feelin’ myself, I’m conceited (Yeah)
Feelin’ myself, I’m conceited (Uh-huh, uh-huh)
Feelin’ myself, I’m conceited (Huh-huh-huh, ooh)

[Verse 2: Lola Brooke & Flo Milli]
Pump your brakes, bitch, ’cause this how we came
How you feelin’ the day Lo? I’m far from conceited
Still a hood bitch, catchin’ dues out of Niemans
No discount for the LV snizzers
Doin’ what I want, damn right, can’t stop me
Cop me, block me ’cause I ain’t let ’em hop me
Steady in his feelings, while I catch another body
Gotta be shittin’ me, you know I’m cocky
I be on what I’m on, no caps and I’m back to the streets with the funds and that
I be on what I’m on, no gat, let the [?] mack up, any bitch can slap
I heard you don’t like me, please, don’t sis me
Bitch, is you stupid? Stop acting so ditzy
Two bad bitches, ho, is you silly, haha
Niggas can’t pick between me and Flo Milli (Mwah, mwah)

[Chorus: Flo Milli & Maiya The Don]
Feelin’ myself, I’m conceited (Huh)
Feelin’ myself, I’m conceited (Yeah)
Feelin’ myself, I’m conceited (Huh)
Feelin’ myself, I’m conceited (Wow)
Feelin’ myself, I’m conceited (Huh)
Feelin’ myself, I’m conceited (Yeah)
Feelin’ myself, I’m conceited (Huh)
Feelin’ myself, I’m conceited (Big Don)

[Verse 3: Maiya The Don]
Cocky ass bitch, I need ya neck to put my foot on
If I ain’t posted wouldn’t know what the put on
I pop shit just to show you who the biggest
I made a career out of shittin’ on bitches (Ha)
I ain’t one of them hoes who look better in they pictures (Facts)
Face like a model (What), body like a stripper (Yeah)
Scary ass hoes can’t look up in the mirror
Diamonds dancin’ like [?], somebody come get her
You know the name, I’m the motherfuckin’ Don (Don)
You like my hair black so I wear blonde
Wack ass niggas can’t ever get close to me
Probably OD if he ever get dose of me
I like my hair to my ass (Period), twenty-five mil’ on my latch (Yeah)
Feelin’ myself, I’m so cocky (Are you dumb?)
No wonder these bitches don’t like me, uh

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^{Songwriter (s): Flo Milli, Maiya The Don, Trinidad James, Kosine, Young Fyre & Lola Brooke}

Tamia Monique Carter (born January 9, 2000), known professionally as Flo Milli, is an American rapper. She rose to prominence after her songs "Beef FloMix" and "In the Party" went viral on the social media platform TikTok, eventually leading them to be certified gold by the Recording Industry Association of America.

Sleazyworld Go – Robbers And Villains Lyrics

Sleazyworld Go Lyrics

Robbers And Villains
^{this is a track by Sleazyworld Go}

[Intro]
(Pipe that shit up, TnT)

[Chorus]
I seen robbers rob the robbers
I seen shooters shoot the killers
I seen murder, murder
I seen parents bury their children
If you get caught in that jam wit’ yo’ blam, do a killin’
I come from that grimy side, nothin’ but robbers and villains
I seen robbers rob the robbers
I seen shooters shoot the killers
I seen murder, murder
I seen parents bury their children
If you get caught in that jam wit’ yo’ blam, do a killin’
I come from that grimy side, nothin’ but robbers and villains

[Verse]
I see new niggas more solid than day ones, I’m like, “Woah”
They came back for they lick back, you ain’t do shit but make a post
I don’t [?], uh-uh, come here
Lil’ bro, get up on ’em close
Lil’ bro, get up on ’em
Lil’ bro, get up on ’em
Street shit, nowadays, niggas killers on the ‘net
All they do is Tweet shit
Doin’ all that trollin’, when we catch ’em, off yo’ feet quick
Uh, I hope they fast, we got switches [?], we put whoopers on they ass
I seen a bitch fuck with a shooter, made him soft
Fear that love, some niggas’ll pay whatever it cost
Glock a Uber driver, this bitch made to drop ’em off
What you think my shooters for? Them boys paid to knock shit off (Grr)

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^{Songwriter (s): SleazyWorld Go, TnTXD, Haze (Producer) & Zuus}

Joseph Isaac, better known as SleazyWorld Go, is an American rapper. He gained popularity in 2022 after achieving online virality, particularly after the release of his single "Sleazy Flow".

Bobby Shmurda & PGLo – Rats Lyrics

Bobby Shmurda & PGLo Lyrics

Rats
^{this is a track by Bobby Shmurda & PGLo}

Lyrics from Snippet

Heard you snitchin’ on all of your friends (Friends)
Took a plea deal, left the streets real but left your dawg in that pen, nigga
That pain don’t ever end
What they played back in that courtroom keep playing back in his head, nigga (Yeah, yeah)

What all y’all niggas said (Yeah)
What all y’all niggas did (Yeah)
What all y’all niggas, yeah-yeah-yeah (Yeah)
Snitch! Man, all y’all niggas bitch
Man, all y’all niggas list
Man, all y’all niggas switched
It’s lit, man, fuck all y’all rap niggas
Most of y’all some rat niggas
All y’all chit chat, nigga
Oh, yeah
Shoot a nigga with no mask, nigga
All my niggas done clapped niggas
All my niggas is trap…

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^{Songwriter (s): Bobby Shmurda & PGLo}

Ackquille Jean Pollard, known professionally as Bobby Shmurda, is an American rapper. Along with Rowdy Rebel, Shmurda is considered a pioneer of Brooklyn drill music. He rose to international fame in 2014 when his song "Hot Nigga" peaked at number six on the Billboard Hot 100

Zack Bia & Don Toliver – Hardcore Lyrics

Zack Bia Lyrics

Hardcore
^{this track by Zack Bia features Don Toliver}

[Part I]

[Refrain]
Nobody stop
Nobody stop
This is so amusin’
Nobody stop
Tell me what you’re losin’
Nobody stop
This can’t be confusin’

[Bridge]
I watch you move, yeah-yeah
And I watch you move
And I watch you move, yeah-yeah
And I watch you move, uh-uh-uh
And I watch you move, yeah-yeah
And I watch you move
And I watch you move, yeah-yeah
And I watch you move

[Chorus]
This a hundred foreign slammin’ on your car door
You know I need the carport, hit her on the dashboard
Shawty like it hardcore (Shawty like it hardcore)
Shawty like it hardcore (Shawty like it hardcore)
This a hundred foreign slammin’ on your car door
You know I need the carport, hit her on the dashboard
Shawty like it hardcore (Shawty like it hardcore)
Shawty like it hardcore (Shawty like it hardcore)

[Refrain]
Nobody stop
Nobody stop
This is so amusin’
Nobody stop
Tell me what you’re losin’
Nobody stop
This can be confusin’

[Pre-Drop]
(Shawty like it hardcore, shawty like it hardcore)
(Shawty like it hardcore, shawty like it hardcore)
Shawty like it hardcore, hardcore, hardcore, hardcore
Hard-hard-hard-hard-hard-hard
Nobody stop
Nobody stop
Nobody stop

[Drop]
Baby, booty bounce to this
Baby, booty bounce
Baby, booty bounce to this
Baby, booty
Baby, booty bounce to this
Baby, booty bounce
Baby, booty bounce to this
Baby, booty bounce

[Part II]

[Chorus]
Live your best life, best life, best life
Live your best night, best night, best night
Live your best life, best life, best life
Live your best night, best night, best night

[Verse 1]
Don’t worry, don’t worry (Oh)
Yes, I see you (Oh), and yes, I feel you (Oh)
Show me what the real do
Ooh, it’s real blue, one hundred and it’s real blue
You keep it so cool
Whenever you need some, I’ll be there for you
Through your trials and tribulations, I’ll see it through
I think it’s time to get in the mood
I think it’s time to get you loose

[Chorus]
Live your best life, best life, best life
Live your best night, best night, best night
Live your best life, best life, best life
Live your best night, best night, best night

[Verse 2]
I can keep you on the edge
If you promise to keep me in your head
If you get close enough, I’m reaching for your legs
Just give me up for once
Just give me up for once
Just give me up

[Chorus]
Live your best life, best life, best life
Live your best night, best night, best night
Live your best life, best life, best life
Live your best night, best night, best night

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^{Songwriter (s): Don Toliver, Zack Bia, Jaasu, Joe Reeves & Hoskins}

Caleb Zackery Toliver, known professionally as Don Toliver, is an American rapper and singer. He released his first major label mixtape, Donny Womack, in August 2018.

midwxst & Denzel Curry – Tally Lyrics

midwxst & Denzel Curry Lyrics

Tally
^{this is a track by midwxst & Denzel Curry}

[Chorus: midwxst]
I met this girl down in Tally (Tally)
She said she flew in from Cali’ (Yeah)
Not L.A., though, she live in the Valley (Yeah)
Got a twin and I think her name Sally (Yeah)
Not my type, so I curved her real proudly (Yeah)
Don’t remember last night, it was cloudy (Yeah, Kennedy’s heating up)
Got a chance in this shit like I’m Cloudy (Yeah)
Four rings on my hand, look like an Audi (Yeah, yeah)

[Verse 1: midwxst]
Might do a show in N.C and say, “Fuck it,” and pop out in Raleigh
I can’t fuck with that bitch, she a lame
She be talkin’ too much, she too rowdy
But she still in my phone, in my texts
Tryna drag her fingers on my neck (Yeah)
She want get intimate, flesh to flesh (Yeah)
Yeah, she crazy, but not like the rest (Yeah)
In my messages, in my direct (Yeah)
Like an XBOX, she wanna connect (Yeah)
She wanna fuck on me, get flesh to flesh (Yeah)
Niggas hatin’, don’t talk under your breath (Yeah)
‘Cause I don’t give a fuck ’bout you (Yeah, yeah)
Know we kick shit like kung fu (Yeah)
Balenci’ on my shoes (My shoes)
Got a problem? Then we gon’ shoot (Gon’ shoot)

[Chorus: midwxst & Denzel Curry]
I met this girl down in Tally (Tally)
She said she flew in from Cali’ (Yeah)
Not L.A., though, she live in the Valley (Yeah)
Got a twin and I think her name Sally (Yeah)
Not my type, so I curved her real proudly (Yeah)
Don’t remember last night, it was cloudy (Yeah)
Got a chance in this shit like I’m Cloudy (Yeah, excuse my language)
Four rings on my hand, look like an Audi (Yeah, yeah)

[Verse 2: Denzel Curry]
Huh, bad little bitch from Nevada
She sold her soul for some Gucci and Prada (It’s hot)
Christo and Balenciaga
Water to wine, I turned water to Vodka
Love when she call me, “Big poppa”
She don’t like rappers, she love Speaker Knockerz
Fur coat, straight off of Appa
Drippin’, submerge to Davey Jones’ Locker
24-karat gold, like the Black Mamba
Shawty got ass, like she got from her momma
Mixed lil’ bitch, like Alana and Shawna
Kill with the fashion, but no Jeffery Dahmer
Comme des Garçons, you’ll never catch me in VLONE
What in the fuck niggas be on?
Tally is somewhere she belong

[Chorus: midwxst]
I met this girl down in Tally (Tally)
She said she flew in from Cali’ (Yeah)
Not L.A., though, she live in the Valley (Yeah)
Got a twin and I think her name Sally (Okay)
Not my type, so I curved her real proudly (Yeah)
Don’t remember last night, it was cloudy (Yeah, Kennedy’s heating up)
Got a chance in this shit like I’m Cloudy (Yeah)
Four rings on my hand, look like an Audi (Yeah, yeah)

[Outro: midwxst & Denzel Curry]
I met this girl down in Tally (Girl down in Tally, girl down in Tally)
I met this girl down in Tally (Tally, tally, tally)
She said she flew in from Cali’ (Where she from?)
She said she flew in from Cali’ (Cali’, Cali’, Cali’)
Yeah (Woah, woah)
Yeah (yeah, yeah)
Yeah
Yeah
Hell yeah, a’ight, I think we got it

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^{Songwriter (s): midwxst, Denzel Curry, Charlie Heat & Kennedy Sabin}

Edgar Nathaniel Sarratt III, better known as midwxst, is an Indiana native singer, rapper, and and affiliate of the online collectives NOVAGANG and Helix ...

Denzel Rae Don Curry is an American rapper. Born and raised in Carol City, Florida, Curry started rapping while in the sixth grade and began working on his first mixtape in 2011.

Kodak Black – Maui Woop Lyrics

Kodak Black Lyrics

Maui Woop
^{this is a track by Kodak Black}

[Intro]
Yeah, I’m in Hawaii think—
Oh shit, man this beat here fire I ain’t gon’ lie
All I can think is X
All I can think of—
All I can think of is X, man, shit, for sure
Huh
I was in Hawaii—
Bitch, I’m still in Hawaii
I’ma try to bust me one of these lil’ aloha bitches tonight

[Verse]
I was in Hawaii thinkin’ ’bout XXXTENTACION
When them niggas shot me, I ain’t even feel that shit, I’m crazy
I ain’t never thought, die just like this bein’ rich and famous
I’m in Maui Maui, full of that juice and medication
I’m in Maui Maui, thinkin’ ’bout you and all my niggas
For everybody who lost they fuckin’ life to that pistol
And for everybody on that slab right now, my nigga, I’m with you
Behind these Jim Maui shades on, you don’t see my vision
I’m takin’ Percocet with the cereal
I wake up early mornin’ with my jewelry on
Like Frosted Flakes on my wrist
Nigga, Jesus piece, shit gettin’ spiritual
Some one told me to tell Isaiah to chill, dawg, “You don’t need to hit that lick””
Them niggas already know what I’m standin’ on
Fuckin’ with me is worse than fentanyl
My daughter one and she got a restaurant
My other baby mama gettin’ jealous now, like, “Fuck you, bitch, suck my dick”
She said, “You can’t pick between your babies”
I don’t give a fuck ’cause this my favorite, so far
2023, ain’t lettin’ nothin’ phase me
I’m in Hawaii goin’ crazy, no stop
Dyryk keep recordin’ me, no stop
I’m pourin’ up Codeine on rocks
I got [?] on Wock’
He over there nodding off (Hey, Dyryk)
You let me hold on your Glock
And I go home in your car
I got so much love for you, boy
Hold me down, I hold you up
We was at a hotel in Waikiki though
Fuckin’ these bitches after the damn shows, oh, yeah
Can’t wait to see you with your Richey on
Then when you pull up in that Lambo’, oh, no
I’m sorry, I didn’t make it, baby
Got stuck in Kamehameha
Mmm-mmm-mmm
Mmm-mmm-mmm
I’m gettin’ pounds of that bubble from the aliens for cheap
Treat lil’ dawg like my brother while he was hatin’ on me
Hit the town with that ‘bow, made a hundred thous’ in a week
I get down with that cutter, brand new sticks came off a tree
Tiger stripe Bottega, blowin’ up, volcano
Layin’ down, no blanket
Marni slides, gold anklet
Marni slides, no socks
And the fur came off a bangal
Jasmine look like Tyra Banks
Bad bitch in here layin’ naked
Thinkin’ ’bout XXX, if a nigga get ups on me, then I’ll let him take it
Keep that shit, now I’ll see you later
And that’s when I’ma make a payment
I’m in Honolulu eatin’ coco, yeah, yeah
I’m so SG, I’m with some more game

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^{Songwriter (s): Kodak Black}

Bill Kahan Kapri, better known by his stage name Kodak Black, is an American rapper. He gained initial recognition with his single "No Flockin", released in 2014. His debut album, Painting Pictures, peaked at number 3 on the US Billboard 200 and included the Billboard Hot 100 top ten single "Tunnel Vision".

NLE Choppa – 23 Lyrics

NLE Choppa Lyrics

23
^{this is a track by NLE Choppa}

[Intro]
(Tay Keith, fuck these niggas up)
Tay Keith you did this shit again
You know what I’m sayin’?
Ayy, man, this new year, don’t come to me with that old shit
Leave that in 2022
Ayy, ayy

[Chorus]
I just want my nut, after that, bitch, get up off of me (Bitch, bye)
Presidential chop’, pussy nigga, ain’t no offin’ me (I ain’t gon’ die)
You a pussy with some discharge, we call ’em cottage cheese (Hahaha)
Sent a hit off of Discord, it’s 2023 (2023)
New year, new me, it’s 2023 (’23)
Glock 23 (Brr), I dump the twenty piece (Brr-brr)
The old shit ain’t goin’ forward, this a newer me (This a newer me)
Probably knew me last year, but you don’t know me (Ayy, you don’t know me)

[Verse 1]
One light, two-litre bullshit, no deal
Onsight, for real
Crack shit, life seals
Beat a nigga, MikeWill
I say how I, I feel
Give a fuck how you feel
Shooters still in the gym
Steppers still in the field
All he need is a pill
And he’ll still kill without one (Brrt, brrt)
Ain’t got a gun? Better buy one (Buy one)
Can’t afford it? Better take some (Better take one)
All lives matter, I take one (I take some)
Call me, “Booty,” I shake some (I make clap)
No homo, none taken (None taken)
Fuck all the opps, no latex (No rubber)
Make the K bust, that’s great sex (No brothers)
Faceshot, give him a taste test (Brr)
Yeah, Motorollas servin’ feinds, yeah
Said you stolen, sayin’ feinds, yeah
I’m bipolar, I’ll tweak, yeah
Headshot make him sneeze there
He got played to the left, that’s a right way
Cottonwood baby, all night way
Ride around the corner for shafier
Caught buddy lurkin’ in broad day

[Verse 2]
Two-four in the clip, eight got hit, Kobe (Bryant)
Couple killers in a sip
Free Lou and free Toby (Slime)
Goon say he wanna put an another nigga down, I say, “Focus”
Draco, I call a micro Draco ’cause he know how to work it (My brother)
Bad ass bitch, nothin’ basic
Slide right in, I’m skatin’ (Ski)
Me and her shop in FIfths, we don’t know nothin’ ’bout Macy’s (Nah, shit)
The way she take this dick, that lil’ ho got bravy (Nah, for real)
Blood bitch tryna make a flip Crip, she be like that, she brazy (Slime)
Birds of a feather gotta flock together, box him up and tell him, “Get one off” (Skrrt)
Through any weather, we gon’ get umbrellas
Nothin’ stop this cheddar, nigga, fuck you thought?
Bacon cheddar cheese, mozzerella, please
Gettin’ head when I wake in the loft (A loft)
Came from the streets, now I scream, “World peace”
I’m rich as Hell, ma’, I play gold

[Interlude]
Where you at twin?
I know you ain’t layed up with no ho

[Outro]
Ayy, man, lot of shit cahnged
But, it’s only one thing I’m keepin’ the same
Man, we still tote 7.62s over .223s even though we in 2023
Yeah, I might go cop a AR though (Grrt)
I take one
Call me, “Booty,” I shake some
Call me, “Booty,” I shake some
Call me, “Booty,” I—
Call me, “Booty,” ayy—
Call me, “Booty,” I shake some
No homo’, a taker
Fuck all the opps, no latex, nigga
It’s 2023

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Jasiah – KILLERS AND ROBBERS Lyrics

Jasiah Lyrics

KILLERS AND ROBBERS
^{this track by Jasiah features Denzel Curry, midwxst & Matt Ox}

[Intro: Jasiah]
Blatt, blatt, blatt
(Yeah, yeah, yeah)
(Yeah, yeah)
Ugh

[Verse 1: Jasiah & Matt Ox]
I’ma blitz, I’ma blitz, I’ma blitz (Blah)
I said, I’ma run it, I’ma touchdown on yo’ bitch (Ah)
I know they say hate me while they all up on my dick (Ow)
Reload, with the stick and tell my brother, he won’t miss (Yeah)

[Verse 2: Matt Ox]
Me just flipped it, double it (Crushin’ it)
Stack the chips, I’m crushin’ it (Crushin’ it)
I’m gettin’ lit for the fun of it (Fun of it)
I’m in the mix, yeah, I’m up in it (Up in it)
Listen to this, but I’m not mumblin’ (Yuh)
Flips gon’ flip-flip, feel like I’m jugglin’ (Yuh)
I can’t slip, no, I’m not fumblin’ (Yuh)
She on my hit list, then I’m dubbin’ it (Yeah)
I’m with the misfits and we comin’ in

[Verse 3: Jasiah]
W-what he say?
Catch a body, tell me, what’s the motherfuckin’ play?
M-m-money, brains, and power [?] I’m feelin’ crazed
I just want the dough, I don’t want the praise

[Pre-Chorus: Denzel Curry]
Killers and robbers, thrillers, showstoppers
These bullets sing on these opps like an opera
Gangsters, imposters, never get fosters
Because they never get found out, they off us

[Verse 4: Jasiah]
If I ever, if I ever want a bitch, I gotta get it
I been runnin’ up them bands, don’t pocket watch, just mind ya business (Ayy, ayy)
She throw a temper tantrum when she raging on my penis
She got a big-ass head like Jimmy Neutron but she really not a genius (Bitch, agh)
A-a-ain’t nobody really fuckin’ with me (Fuckin’ with me)
Rip his fucking kidney, [?] (Ugh)
I heard him screaming, I’m like, “What the fuck up [?]?” (Ugh)
I lick the blood up from her pussy to her titties (Ugh)
All black is on me and I look satanic
He came with the drum, I came with a cannon
In love with the smoke, shit, I think I’m a addict (Brrah)
Unload the burner, man, leave him in ashes (Uh, yeah)
I’m with my niggas, you cannot adjust
Addicted with Xan’, and I think I’ma bus’ (Ayy, haha)
Brr

[Verse 5: midwxst]
I’m with Jasiah, in the cut, we here to fuck these niggas up (Ayy)
I need some money in my life, I think that I done fell in love (Uh)
That bitch, she asked me if I like her, had to give that bitch a shrug (Uh)
The feds and opps, I know they watchin’, they gon’ try and plan a—
Stop, nigga, told you, “Stop the cap”
Hol’ up, how I make this money off of makin’ some damn rap?
I’ma make this nigga fly like he was fuckin’ Jack
I hop on the aux’ and I ain’t talkin’ ’bout no man
I’ll take off the hat so I can stop all of the cap
I feel like I’m Faygo, we gon’ take him off the map
I got water on my motherfuckin’ body, hol’ up
We spin a boy like he a forty, hol’ up
That nigga bitch look like Morty, hol’ up
I don’t want that bitch or shawty, nah, nah, girl

[Chorus: Jasiah]
(Agh) Bitch, I’m in the cut (Yuh), what the fuck? I don’t give a fuck (Yuh)
Bitch, I’m in the cut, spillin’ guts, gettin’ bloodied up (Yuh)
Blood bags, when I’m in the ‘pit you know I love a fuckin’ bloodbath (Yuh, yuh, ayy, blitt)
Bloodbath (Ayy)
Bitch, I’m in the cut (Yuh), what the fuck? I don’t give a fuck (Yuh)
Bitch, I’m in the cut, spillin’ guts, gettin’ bloodied up (Yuh)
Blood bags, when I’m in the ‘pit you know I love a fuckin’ bloodbath (Yuh, yuh, ayy, blitt)
Bloodbath (Ayy)

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^{Songwriter (s): Jasiah, Matt Ox, Denzel Curry & midwxst}

Malachi-Phree Jasiah Pate, known professionally as Jasiah, is an American rapper, songwriter and record producer from Dayton, Ohio who is currently signed to Atlantic Records. He is known for his usage of screaming in vocals and sinister lyrics.

Denzel Rae Don Curry is an American rapper. Born and raised in Carol City, Florida, Curry started rapping while in the sixth grade and began working on his first mixtape in 2011.

Edgar Nathaniel Sarratt III, better known as midwxst, is an Indiana native singer, rapper, and and affiliate of the online collectives NOVAGANG and Helix ...

Lincoln – Everything Is Wrong Lyrics

Lincoln Lyrics

Everything Is Wrong
^{this is a track by Lincoln}

I haven’t been feeling
So good as of late
It’s another perfect night
To spend wide awake
After one more bad day in a row
You reap what you sow

It’s a bittersweet dream
I could taste but not see
You sang it to me
Then I could hear, feel and see

Ironic panic attacks
Compression, artifacts
Words, buzzwords, synonyms
McMansions, satanic hymns
Signs of insignificance
Premature enlightenment

Pink champagne, socialism
Oedipus, onanism
Radical Christianity
Nepotist bestiality
Water falls, fire flies
Angry laughs and happy cries

I haven’t been feeling
So good as of late
How do you know you’re really awake

Ironic panic attacks
Compression, artifacts
Words, buzzwords, synonyms
McMansions, satanic hymns
Signs of insignificance
Premature enlightenment

Pink champagne, socialism
Oedipus, onanism
Radical Christianity
Nepotist bestiality
Water falls, fire flies
Angry laughs and happy cries

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Lincoln was an American alternative rock band consisting of four members: Chris Temple, Gonzalo Martinez de la Cotera, Danny Weinkauf, and Dan Miller. They were based in New York City. The band broke up in 1998 after releasing only one album, Lincoln.

project: Everything is Wrong (2023)
^LINCOLN

Everything Is Wrong
Oh Lord Two
Baby Take My Acid
Handsy
New Music
Manager’s Special
Shotgun
10,000 Normal People
From God
Life, The Universe, And Everything
Everything
Oh Lord

TrapBaby Zayto – Terrorizing Oppz Lyrics

TrapBaby Zayto Lyrics

Terrorizing Oppz
^{this is a track by TrapBaby Zayto}

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Soulja Boy (Big Draco) – Swag Stick Lyrics

Soulja Boy Lyrics

Swag Stick
^{this is a track by Soulja Boy}

Sauce on your motherfucking stick, uh stick
Stick, stick, stick, stick, stick, stick, stick
Swag stick swear swag stick
Stick, stick, stick, stick, stick, stick, stick
Swag stick swear swag stick

Walk in this bitch and I got me a brick
Young Draco Nigga, I had to get rich
I’m busting, I’m blowing, I’m selling a brick
I pour with my nigga, I’m serving the fish
Drive down on you, hit you with the stick
Pussy lil nigga that stick on my hip
Fuck ass nigga get a nigga flip
Standing in trap with the motherfucking bricks
Pussy lil nigga get up in the dick
Slide up on niggas sticks
Sticks swag sticks with swag sticks
Swag sticks with swag sticks
Sticks, sticks, sticks, sticks, sticks

Swag sticks swag sticks
Swag sticks swag swag sticks

Walk in this bitch and I got me a brick
Young Draco Nigga, I had to get rich
[?]
[?]
Don’t speak on my name
Lil Nigga, I blast, I’m stick, stick, stick
Posting a bitch, i get a nigga eat
I don’t give a fuck who you came with
Pull up that chopper
I get a nigga
Nigga I’m standing in trench
Whipping up a brick, uh you
[?]
[?]
[?] trapping I’m running my classes
Whipping that dough, like it’s motherfucking rolling
Go to Tokyo and trap out the sunset
Bitch I go nigga treat me like a mill

Swag sticks with swag swag
Swag sticks with swag swag
Stick, stick, stick, stick, stick, stick, stick
Swag stick swear swag stick
Swag stick swear swag stick
Walk in this bitch and I got me a brick
Young Draco Nigga, I had to get rich

Draco

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DeAndre Cortez Way, known professionally as Soulja Boy, is an American rapper and record producer. In September 2007, his debut single "Crank That" peaked at number 1 on the U.S. Billboard Hot 100.

LGP Qua, DJ Drama & Tory Lanez – Earned Lyrics

LGP Qua, DJ Drama & Tory Lanez Lyrics

Earned
^{this is a track by LGP Qua, DJ Drama & Tory Lanez}

[Intro: DJ Drama]
(I’m workin’ on dyin’)
They question how I got the top spot
Huh, nigga, ’cause I earned it (Gangsta Grillz)

[Verse 1: LGP Qua & Tory Lanez]
I’m feelin’ better than I ever did
On a paper mission, tryna get it like a settlement
They see the bench plan goin’ hard, please [?]
Know they ’bout to hear this and go crazy in the club again
Knowin’ that we got it, baby girl, so why you askin’?
Knowin’ she was foreign, from the head down to the accent
And every time she hit an injury, she say “Damn, is that an Aston?”
Every time I see them jeans, I’m thinkin’ “How she fit the ass in?” (Uh)

[Verse 2: Tory Lanez]
How she fit that ass in? I just pull an [?]
Fuck her like a butcher, tryna [?] like I’m Aston
Shorty and her folks got that Volks’ and that wagon
Should I hit once? I’m supposed to be braggin’
Buy a bitch [?], but don’t buy that bitch a Birkin
Fuck her friend good, make her other friend nervous
She don’t want my dick, fuck her, bitch, I jerk it
I’m flee, get the pussy for free, so why splurge it?

[Pre-Chorus: LGP Qua, Tory Lanez, Both]
Why they talkin’ how they talkin’ ’cause they made niggas? (What?)
Why everybody throwin’ shots at the made niggas? (Grr)
Off the rep, take a guess what we made, nigga
All top tier, bad girls gettin’ slayed, nigga

[Chorus: LGP Qua & Tory Lanez]
Nigga, ’cause we earned that (‘Cause we earned that)
Nigga, ’cause we earned that (Grr)
Nigga, ’cause we earned that (‘Cause we earned that)
All top tier, bad girls gettin’ slayed, nigga (Ah)
Nigga, ’cause we earned that (Philly)
Nigga, ’cause we earned that (Oh)
Nigga, ’cause we earned that (What?)
All top tier, bad girls gettin’ slayed, nigga

[Verse 3: Tory Lanez]
I’m in Philly, bad bitch, I fuck a silly nigga
I work the pot and count this money like a friendly nigga
He goin’ live all in the trap and I’m like “Really, nigga?”
And any nigga wonder why we gotta kill these niggas
Bustdown AP’s
Nigga yellin’ touchdown with my AC, niggas—, yeah
Shorty really don’t deserve to fuck me
She can throw it at me now, but I deserve that cudi, on the real

[Verse 4: LGP Qua]
What’s the dealy? I call up Tory, he in the city
I got a feelin’ that niggas really ain’t fuckin’ with me
Let’s get paid, be the motto niggas, my brothers with me
Out of bounds, caught ’em like I put somethin’ on them North feel
That’s where you can find me, where the murder counter’s higher
Than the streaming lost on TIDAL
When a war real, you can’t go and hind
And it’s the chance to prove yourself
‘Cause you gon’ die or be an idol, turn me up

[Outro: DJ Drama, Tory Lanez & LGP Qua]
(Gangsta Grillz)
Shoutout to Philly (Philly, oh)
Shoutout to T-Dot
LGP Qua
All top tier, bad girls gettin’ slayed, nigga
Tory

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^{Songwriter (s): LGP Qua, French Montana, DJ Drama, Tory Lanez & Oogie Mane}

^{Tyree Cinque Simmons, professionally known as DJ Drama, is an American DJ, record executive and music promoter. He is the co-founder of Generation Now, an Atlantic Records imprint with artists including Lil Uzi Vert, Jack Harlow, and Skeme on its roster.}

Daystar Shemuel Shua Peterson, known professionally as Tory Lanez, is a Canadian rapper, singer, and record producer. He received initial recognition from the mixtape Conflicts of My Soul: The 416 Story, released in August 2013.

project: Coke Boys 6: Money Heist Edition (2023)
^{FRENCH MONTANA & DJ DRAMA}

Intro
The Oath
Chit Chat
Yes I Do
Project Baby (Remix)
Max B Skit
Not So Bad
Igloo
Slidin
Choose You
RZA
Die In The Streets
Free Smoke
Fenty
Lemonade
Going Yeezy
New Punani
Addicted To You
Can’t Stop Won’t Stop (Remix)
Finesse
Gang Gang
Forever
Earned
Da 30
CBTD
Voices
Big Dog Status
Get Even
Tryin To Get A Bloc

Ruffneck & Rick Ross – Sur Le Boulevard Lyrics

Ruffneck & Rick Ross Lyrics

Sur Le Boulevard
^{this is a track by Ruffneck & Rick Ross}

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You won’t need glasses if you do this once a day

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^{Songwriter (s): Ruffneck & Rick Ross}

Ruffneck is an American house music group from New Jersey, United States, consisting of record producers Dwayne Richardson, Derek Jenkins and Shaheer Williams. They placed three singles on the U.S. Hot Dance Club Play chart, including "Everybody Be Somebody," which was based on a sample from "Bostich" by the Swiss synthpop band Yello, and spent three weeks at #1 in 1995.

William Leonard Roberts II, known professionally as Rick Ross, is an American rapper and record executive

2kBaby – Stand Love Lyrics

2kBaby Lyrics

Stand Love
^{this is a track by 2kBaby}

[Intro]
(Kyle, you made that?)

[Verse]
All the sad, gotta hold it in
I must admit, still reminisce about my older bitch
I’m tryna move on, but I still ain’t over shit
Don’t put no shoes on, but I still trip over this shit
That lil’ bitch know what it is
She had left my heard in the mud
I was down straight from the start, I guess my heart wasn’t enough
I was tearin’ myself apart tryna fit the part for your love
I had to harden it up, I had to man up
But to be honest, I can’t stand love
They follow the stream, these bitches scheme, so get your bands up
Run through these hoes, these bitches’ souls, them bitches ran up
I tried again and again and again, this shit ain’t playin’ out
Ooh, but to be honest, I can’t stand love
Why all you girls play these games? Woah, I can’t stand love
Why all you girls act the same? Woah, I can’t stand love
Ooh, I can’t stand love
Woah, I can’t stand love
Why all you do is cause me pain? Woah, I can’t stand love

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^{Songwriter (s): KyleYouMadeThat & 2kBaby}

project: Scared 2 Love (2023)
^2KBABY

Angel
Don’t Love Me Now
Rain
Mood Swings
IDKY
I Left
Firework
40’s and 9’s
You Don’t Know The Half
Gone
Stand Love
Overdue

2kBaby – Don’t Love Me Now Lyrics

2kBaby Lyrics

Don’t Love Me Now
^{this track by 2kBaby features charlieonnafriday}

[Pre-Chorus: charlieonnafriday]
Don’t you worry ’bout me
I can carry myself now
‘Cause I got this on my own
So don’t you worry ’bout me
I’m so used to bein’ alone
It’s too late to come alone

[Chorus: charlieonnafriday & 2KBABY]
So don’t love me now (Love her)
No, don’t love me now (Uh-oh)
Don’t love me now
I was just a nigga in the O
Got money, now these bitches on my elbow
Don’t love me now (Uh-oh)
So don’t love me now (Uh-oh)
Don’t love me now
Uh, they thought I was just another fellow
Just spent a hundred thousand right on Melrose
Don’t love me now

[Verse: 2KBABY]
I was just invisible
Thought I wouldn’t be nothin’ and I’m bein’ literal
We was the lil’ Gs, young, outside, livin’ critical
You best give up your keys, either way, we in your vehicle, yeah, yeah
We would make shit out the minimal, yeah, yeah
Cut a nigga off if he violate the principal, yeah, yeah
We was young niggas where I live, in love with violence
We tied in ’til today, every day, I think about it (Yeah, yeah)

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^{Songwriter (s): 2kBaby & charlieonnafriday}

project: Scared 2 Love (2023)
^2KBABY

Angel
Don’t Love Me Now
Rain
Mood Swings
IDKY
I Left
Firework
40’s and 9’s
You Don’t Know The Half
Gone
Stand Love
Overdue

YoungBoy Never Broke Again – Red Zone Lyrics

YoungBoy Never Broke Again Lyrics

Red Zone
^{this is a track by YoungBoy NBA}

Lyrics From Snippet

[Intro:]
(Drum Dummie)
Let’s go

[Verse 1:]
Show out, I drop two bands on a Draco
Hangin’ with them youngins, gettin’ money, pullin’ Queso
Know I’m livin’ like that, I ain’t never tuck my chain, though
If I can’t pull her, I can’t stay there, where yo’ halo?
[?] out, [?]…
…..
Money get seen when you stretch it, hold on
Screamin’ “Free My Nigga, Bezzy”
Thuggin’ in my section, hold on

[Chorus:]
I drop that pack off in the red zone
You must be stupid, you won’t chose it if yo’ head on
I say, I’m livin’, stuck like this until I’m dead and gone
And I just made fifth bands off an iPhone

[Verse 2:]
Movin’ around with them killla’s…

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^{Songwriter (s): Kentrell DeSean Gaulden}

^{Kentrell DeSean Gaulden, known professionally as YoungBoy Never Broke Again, is an American rapper. Between 2015 and 2017, he released six independent mixtapes and steadily garnered a cult following through his work. In late 2017, Gaulden was signed to Atlantic Records.}

YoungBoy Never Broke Again – Top Haters Lyrics

YoungBoy Never Broke Again Lyrics

Top Haters [Skit]
^{this is a track by YoungBoy NBA}

[Skit]
Mane, say, you trippin’, got my bitch listenin’ to YoungBoy
Mane, nobody listen to that—
Who the fuck listen to Y—
He trippin’ girl, he trippin’
Uh-uh, he sound like a hatin’-ass bitch
That’s what he sound like too’ (Uh-uh)
Y’all listen to this weak-ass—
How you gon’ hate on another nigga?
Nah, I don’t like that, I don’t like that (Man, nigga, I don’t—, who is this?)
You sound like a hatin’-ass bitch (Man, man, ain’t nobody hatin’ on that nigga, mane)
I don’t like that, I don’t like that (He ain’t even probably got money like that, that nigga probably broke)
I can’t fuck with you no mo’
I bet you he’ll buy yo’ bitch

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^{Songwriter (s): Kentrell DeSean Gaulden}

project: I Rest My Case (2023)
^{YOUNGBOY NEVER BROKE AGAIN}

Top Girls (Skit)
Black
Louie V
Swag On Point
Bitch Yeah
Red
Double Cup
Fight With My Sheets
Rage
Top Haters (Skit)
Just Like Me
Ride Me
Not My Friend
Mini Me
Clear
I Love YB (Skit)
Groovy
Same Thang
Hey Pops

YoungBoy Never Broke Again – Hey Pops Lyrics

YoungBoy Never Broke Again Lyrics

Hey Pops
^{this is a track by YoungBoy NBA}

[Intro]
Aye 1Saused, run in up, boy
D-Roc, D-Roc
Yeah, yeah, yeah yeah
Give me a lighter
Yeah, yeah, yeah yeah

[Chorus]
Hey pops, are you proud of me?
Well, I don’t care, ’cause now, I got a mansion and I got them racks, yeah
And I got a bad bitch, and I got that bad bitch
That’s servin’ the long kind

[Verse]
Two Gs, see me passin’ up the opportunities (So cool)
I can’t believe they tried to ruin me
Hide in a penthouse, they can’t see me
That shit gon’ change a person soul, do no leanin’
Jacket [?] cost like 2 G’s
Too much drip for all these niggas
I’m too sauced up on these women
A long time, ’cause this shit get serious
I’m focused on winning, I don’t no business
Bags on packs, this shit get weary
Black my chain, and I black my earring
I got a stylist, stylin’ me in all this shit, be wearin McQueens
Yeah, this jacket 12 coz it [?]
I done did my soul, they gon’ give it up
Everybody cut from racks since
I thank him that I got this mask on me (On me)
Flyest opp, I’m the flyest opp, so I match my outfit with this Glock
Soon as I bring my clothes out, these nigga, swear they jackin’ my style
Ain’t gon’ turn these hoes now ’cause I got them on swag pic right now
You took my Louie, bitch, I need my bag back right now
I’m a fiend, feelin’ too good, I got that ass fat right now
It’s like thirty thousand, bitch, I kick the cut long and I kick it far
She kick up and keep talkin’, wouldn’t be nowhere near wrong, I kick the bitch out
My life been a carousal, gotta keep some hitters around for to knock ’em off

[Chorus]
Hey pops, are you proud of me?
Well, I don’t care, ’cause now, I got a mansion and I got them racks, yeah
And I got a bad bitch, and I got that bad bitch
That’s servin’ the long kind

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^{Songwriter (s): YoungBoy Never Broke Again, D-Roc, Decastro, Juppybeats & 1saused}

YoungBoy Never Broke Again – Fight With My Sheets Lyrics

YoungBoy Never Broke Again Lyrics

Fight With My Sheets
^{this is a track by YoungBoy NBA}

[Intro]
Mommy, India got them beats

[Chorus]
Fight with the sheets, [?] they never gon’ tell
Long as you beside me, how the Hell I will fail?
Lost feelings in the streets under light
They can never prove us wrong, I can never prove ’em right
They say, “That’s a finer building”
I heard she’s inside of the building
You stuck inside suckin’ toxic, and it’s killin’
Tell them they don’t get you out of there, and I will kill them

[Verse 1]
Up all night workin’, I’m late night servin’ verses in this bitch
Tryna keep my girl happy, I ain’t in your business, but I see that shit
Know I’m toxic as it get
So, I know that you tired for sure
It’s time for to go, pull up, don’t [?] no more
They told me that Five was in the building
And they say you was stuck inside, and I came for to help you out
And these people stoppin’ me right now, they trippin’
She uppin’ somethin’ toxic, I won’t help out, but I will kill them

[Pre-Chorus]
Patek Phillipe on top of my arm
Got me like Jeezy the way you blew me away
Ain’t nobody safe, ain’t no time to play
Huh, I’m gon’ confiscate, got to concentrate grind through the pain

[Verse 2]
Remember when we met, but I can’t remember when we meet
Late at night, I fight with my sheets
Our bond’s too strong for disagreements
Heart got no code and no alarm, hope you tight inside my arm
Just wan’ say I’m here to stay, my love ain’t change for with the seasons

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^{Songwriter (s): YoungBoy Never Broke Again, Chase Vibez, India Got Them Beats & SPLITMIND}

YoungBoy Never Broke Again – Same Thang Lyrics

YoungBoy Never Broke Again Lyrics

Same Thang
^{this is a track by YoungBoy NBA}

[Intro]
President, President President
Mm, go
Mm

[Chorus]
I know for sure they both hurt our hearts on the same thing
Fell in love, I started lovin’ you then things changed
Abused my heart, I picked my trust, I spent one million on a Range
Anything for you to know you poppin’, I got you

[Post-Chorus]
Fuck these lames, they watchin’
Fuck all these hoes, they jockin’
New track sta swag, gotta watch it
Hunnid’ grand for the Carti’, and I buy it
Switchin’ lanes in the foreign, big body
Tell them people they don’t know one thing about this, oh

[Verse 1]
Fucked up ’bout sum’ and it’s written on my face
Each everyday I decide to buy you diamonds, I love you so deeply don’t care what they say
Fuck with you strongly, if you need it, I pop it, I private jet where ever you at I’ma fly out
I’ma find out the issue, I called what you cryin’ ’bout?
Medusa-like snakes so I fuck with Versace
We could go with Ferrari, just do Maserati

[Bridge]
Same thing, shawty she be on the same thing
Pain Jane everything
Name rain then some pain came
Makin’ sure that girl keep her sane
Fuck what they talkin’, I’ma throw out slimes
I’m ballin’, they jealous so they wanted me framed
I say fuck ’em you, know she say fuck ’em

[Post-Chorus]
Fuck these lames, they watchin’
Fuck all these hoes, they jockin’
New track star swag, gotta watch it
Hunnid’ grand for the Carti’, and I buy it
Switchin’ lanes in the foreign, big body
Tell them people they don’t know one thing about this, ohhh

[Verse 2]
Diamonds they glistenin’
Bring all of your friends
You know they wan’ fuck on yo nigga, let’s do it
You they want all of this shit, they’ll do it
Know you shouldn’t’ve left out of this crib and they knew it
And the moment they laughin’, your face ’cause you blew it
Hunnid’ racks for my bae, on designer, I blew it
True Religion when we ridin’ on a horse, she the truest (She one of them, I got it that way)
Balenciaga for the boots for the swag when it’s snowin’
I’ma fly that girl ’round the whole world like a tourist (Balenciaga for the boots when it’s snowin’, fly that girl ’round the whole world like a tourist)
When you here, you just hit me and say where you goin’
I’m gettin’ full of that drank while you doin’ what you doin’

[Outro]
I know for sure they both hurt our hearts on the same thing
Fell in love, I started lovin’ you then things changed
Abused my heart, I picked my trust, I spent one million on a Range
Anything for you to know you poppin’, I got you

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^{Songwriter (s): Kentrell DeSean Gaulden & Swiger}

YoungBoy Never Broke Again – Rage Lyrics

YoungBoy Never Broke Again Lyrics

Rage
^{this is a track by YoungBoy NBA}

[Intro]
(Who made this shit?)
(TayTay made the beat)

[Verse 1]
Tell me you care
That you ain’t walkin’ out and gon’ leave me alone
I’m dressed in Supreme, I’m lookin’ so clean
That’s the only reason these hoes be up on me
I’m up in your Bentley, girl
Drivin’ crazy like you got all the money
I stay [?] Balenciaga, my mama, buy Benteyaga for my girl, my honey
I keep it one hundred

[Refrain]
They don’t wanna see us ball, no way
I know you dressed up
Now, you up inside
Shawty in my business
And they don’t love us, no way
I don’t care what they say (Say)
More cash, yeah, I’m paid
You catch me dodgin’ these sentence
My whole life is a rage

[Chorus]
She know that she don’t like my new ho
She hold me tight
I like you, what you like?
I know what the people like
I know that she know right, but, she get high, gon’ treat me right
I know how to ease her mind
Soon as I go up inside

[Verse 2]
We clean in this bitch (Ooh)
Smack on her ass, and I tell her, “You’re bad”
Let’s lay and watch movies, don’t worry ’bout a bag
Turn around for me, and just arch your back
Put your hands up, relax, I’ma get it up fast
See, I finessed my jacket, Givenchy my pants
Let this bitch bow down, she peak off [?]
Fuck ’bout what these hoes do
Just remember what I told you, they gon’ hate all black, and they supposed to
Laid back Cv, just sippin’ on lean, blockin’ my phone too
I just ordered Valentino and brand new Supreme, and, she want this song too

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YoungBoy Never Broke Again – Groovy Lyrics

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Groovy
^{this is a track by YoungBoy NBA}

[Intro]
(Pipe that shit up, TnT)
(DMac on the fuckin’ track)
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah, ooh
I got it on right now

[Verse 1]
I don’t see why the fuck they be tryna act like I ain’t that thang
When they already know how I been holdin’ these Ms
When they know we left opps dead soon as we see ’em
Takin’ it from the North to the jet
From the cell to the house that’s sittin’ on top of the hill
Come and see how I live, bitch, what?
Come check it out ‘fore you ready to talk
I got these foreigns that’s sittin’ in row
Whole lot of plaques that’s goin’ down my wall
I got some shit that I’m waitin’ to put on
I got designer I ain’t never worn
I just got me some shit I’ma mix with VLONE
Ain’t no stealin’ my drip (Ain’t no stealin’ my drip)
Tell these niggas “Don’t trip”, ’cause I got it on me
Ain’t no sense for the lick if you ain’t gonna click
‘Cause you’re bound to get killed if you run up on me
I wasted some bummy, I got whole lotta money
Keep me a fat ass real bad bitch
Got a whole lotta kids I stack it up for
These people be talkin’ ’bout me like they know me
And I got the condo, bought the Aston Martin
And I never stay once, so never catch me foldin’
I got tricks and techniques like I’m [?]
Shawty a freak inside of the sheets
She turnin’ a whole Chanel in the water
Look at my neck and my wrist, it’s a faucet
Bitch, I’m way too saucy, so I bought it

[Chorus]
Hold on, ooh, ain’t never met a slime like this before
Hold on, ooh, she ain’t never had a nigga buy her this before
Hold on, ooh, paid for a lotta shit, kept most of these close
I had more than three [cappin?] on my hoes
And I come and get jiggy (And I come and get jiggy)
I get groovy on these hoes, whole lot of sticks with me
All these shooters that’s my bros
I check out, fly shit from out her Bentley, huh?
These niggas be lackin’ my codes (They cray)
These niggas be lackin’ my hoes (They cray)
Your hoe wanna stay in my home (They cray)

[Verse 2]
This hoe wanna fuck in a Rolls
Got heater on top of the McLaren
My stylist be stuntin’ me up, feel the love
Don’t know where it started, it got me like “Damn”
Ain’t no taxin’ the rich, and that is including me
Get ’round the bases and beat Uncle Sam
You be talkin’ that shit, but you know who I am
[?] this bitch said whoever I down
Whip out my **** and lil’ shawty said “Damn”
I’m richer than Richard, ain’t playin’ with you means
See, I ran it up quickly, less stress is on me
And inside one deal gotta know that it’s given
I got your bitch up inside where I live
Helpin’ me pick out clothes, I give her the business
So many in that thing, and I’m pimpin’, not switchin’
I got these chains and I’m livin’ now
Come get your bitch back like bowlin’ ball (Baow)
I’ma start the ‘Vette and the bitch all great
Every come, real rockstar, nigga, sweat
You can’t laugh too hard, you gon’ get your ass smashed (Baow)
Nigga sittin’ on the skyline, writin’ on track
Switcher from the back, then I permanent niggas red
‘Cause it be the same color as my thing

[Outro]
Damn, that’s crazy
That’s crazy, bro
These niggas be likin’ my clothes, they be tryna steal the swag
These niggas be like my hoes
Damn, that’s crazy, that’s cray

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YoungBoy Never Broke Again – Double Cup Lyrics

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Double Cup
^{this is a track by YoungBoy NBA}

[Chorus]
Ha, double cup my styrofoam, ’cause you know I like my lean cold on ice
Thinkin’ ’bout you late inside my room, ’cause you know I didn’t forget about your stone cold eyes

[Bridge]
Home, three inside the mornin’
And she blowin’ up my phone, tellin’ me she want me
‘Member the first time I leaned off lean-lean-lean-lean
Know I make sure that she never want for anything
Her conscience still gon’ make the phone ring-ring-ring
Might block her from my line, that’s gon’ make her pull up on me, come wait down

[Verse]
Huh, I don’t know what’s goin’ on, but know that Patek could be brown, huh
I could switch the band up, no, don’t make me flash out
Lure you out that room, now sit your ass down
You gon’ stop that bad-mouth
Know it smell and I’m straight layin’ ’round
Clingin’ from brain down, grab her, push her brain down
Now you know I’ma leave a stain ’round, them fuck-niggas gon’ get banged down
Hold me down, told you, “You know I’d never lead you wrong”
They don’t fuck with me, you know that I don’t need ’em ’round

[Chorus]
Ha, double cup my styrofoam, ’cause you know I like my lean cold on ice
Thinkin’ ’bout you late inside my room, ’cause you know I didn’t forget about your stone cold eyes

[Verse 2]
Ha, you
How you been lovin’ that dude?
How you love that nigga, you been schooled
Hate it when you sit at work and I do this
Play with my lean, remember I fixed up then I screwed a bitch
Know I love you deep, but say, not more than this, I say that’s a lot
They’ll ride around deep inside of a Honda Civic, with pounds in the ride (Yeah)
In Dallas and Houston, PT, gotta get it, I’m buyin’ it out every time
Whatever we do, gotta make sure we get it, and you know they gon’ hate on our grind
To the top, I’ma climb, try to follow up, a hundred gon’ fall
I fuck up and I buy out the mall
I fuck up and it end in her drawls
Told that girl, [?] that’s a log
When I pull that bitch out they gon’ pause
I be drinkin’ so much that I’m clogged
Gon’ be drinkin’ all the way to moon, I landed on mars

[Chorus]
Ha, double cup my styrofoam, ’cause you know I like my lean cold on ice
Thinkin’ ’bout you late inside my room, ’cause you know I didn’t forget about your stone cold eyes

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YoungBoy Never Broke Again – I Love YB (Skit) Lyrics

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I Love YB (Skit)
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[Skit]
And I come to get jiggy
And I get groovy on these hoes, girl
I’ll go paint his fuckin’ nails
Girl, I’ll paint his face, braid his fuckin’ hair
Do anything he say, cook, clean, fuck shit up
Bitch, fly me out, I’m cool
Buss me down
Period, bitch

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YoungBoy Never Broke Again – Red Lyrics

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Red
^{this is a track by YoungBoy NBA}

[Intro]
([?])
(Who made this shit?)
(TayTay made the beat)
Hm, yeah, uh-huh, yeah

[Chorus]
My whole life red
Bitch, I bang that red
Babygirl, who the fuck is you?
New bitch go to LSU
If I want to, I [?]
[?] take off yo’ head
Stylin’ my stylist, she bringin’ it in
I can do it myself, but we perfect together
Run up that money, we workin’ together
Rich for the water, we surfin’ together
Neck full of water, young nigga propeller
Why? ‘Cause I’m flyer than all of these niggas
You’re not alone, you’re not alone, oh, baby
I put that shit on
I can show you how to put that shit on, oh, baby

[Verse]
Up the TEC, I can’t lose it, I stay groovy
And I make music, watch me do it
I see you like to move it
Come on, bae, let me see you get to it
I’m a fool, they say that I’m foolish
From a hood up inside Baton Rouge
Put a nigga up inside a bullpen
He won’t make it out, body left layin’ out
I be thinkin’ a lot of shit ruined
Steady be tryna figure my plan out
Got the money, they know I’m the man now
Know they human, I tell them to stand out
Nigga that it was safe ’til we ran down
Brodie knock off your face, keep your hands down
Pour the shit out, I’m drinkin’ it sour
Two ounces drop in a twenty ounce
Told that girl she’s mine forever
That girl, she was lost, not found
Told her, get her life together
Fuckin’ up, I don’t need you ’round (Ooh)
Now I realize I lose if I lose you
[?] blues them clues
Ain’t got to workout, I’m flexin’ the uh
Young nigga, AI, you know I got moves
Drivin’it in and I’m layin’ it up
I’m on the battlefield
Yeah, livin’ life like Call Of Duty, for real
I’m holdin’ a bag of pills, yeah
Got shawty inside of here shootin’, for real

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YoungBoy Never Broke Again – Clear Lyrics

YoungBoy Never Broke Again Lyrics

Clear
^{this is a track by YoungBoy NBA}

[Intro]
Goddamn, BJ made another one

[Chorus]
I come through the dark, I walk through the dark, I turn up for real (I turn up for real)
I’m clean in the snow, hoppin’ down on yo’ ho and you know how that is
Gotta pour me a fourth for to clean out my grill
You catch up, you can have her, she found me for real
Run it up, I been havin’, I count up for real
That’s a Audi, that’s him and mount up in the clear (No)

[Verse 1]
Yeah, bitch want me to turn her on to my swag (My swag)
Poppin’ these ceils, and I’m poppin’ these tags
Popped at that nigga, I popped his ho
Shoot at them niggas, and pullin’ off fast
Know that I put a knew tag on his toe
Know that I’ll buy a new bag for the ho
Know that I’ll buy a new Jag’ on the road
Know that I’ll buy a PT for my bros
Whole PT, drink all night long
Geek, not sleep don’t call my phone
Tell that ho, “Leave me ‘lone”
She stick on my side if I’m right or wrong
She’ll never leave me ohh
They know that I turn up, I turn up
I walk in, you know I’m the freshest, been hustlin’ from sun down to the sun up
Know these niggas gon’ die, they tried pressin’, no interview, no I do not do no presses
With that money, been liftin’, look like I been pressin’
I’m likin’ her figure I love her complexion
You know that I dig it, I said it, she sexy

[Bridge]
Yeah, bad bitch, young, wild, with long hair (With long hair)
Go dumb on that hoe, I turn up on that ho
I go buy her and put VVS stones on that ho
[?], take Maybach to the store
I keep factory on, with Forgiato
They lookin’ for YoungBoy like “Where’s Waldo?”

[Verse 2]
I get her whenever I want her
She know for a fact that I’m on her
They play and I’m leavin’ shit dead on the corner
At your house, up in traffic, where ever they catch you lil’ nigga
Youngin’ up the Glizzy tryna bone ’em
Tryna fuck her it’s fuck you lil’ nigga
Know we tryn’ put you up with your niggas
Shoot your body, and knock out your liver

[Chorus]
I come through the dark, I walk through the dark, I turn up for real (I turn up for real)
I’m clean in the snow, hoppin’ down on yo’ hoe and you know how that is
Gotta pour me a fourth for to clean out my grill
You catch up, you can have her, she found me for real
Run it up, I been havin’, I count up for real
That’s a Audi, that’s him and mount up in the clear

[Outro]
Goddamn, BJ made another one

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YoungBoy Never Broke Again – Bitch Yeah Lyrics

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Bitch Yeah
^{this is a track by YoungBoy NBA}

[Intro]
(Timmy Da HitMan)
Huh, what?
What? What? What? What? What?
What? What?

[Verse 1]
What’s crackin’? What? (What?)
Or whatever I’m brackin’ on, bitch
Yeah, that my blood, I got all Fives ’round this bitch
These hoes wan’ fuck, these niggas can’t fuck with none of us in this bitch
I’m, a hit at your clique with the stick (Baow)
Make me turn you lil’ boys to a lick (A lick)
I got stripper big booty bitches blowin’ up on my phone
Too much swag, stylist cop more clothes inside of my home
Put yo’ bitch in VLone
Bitch, play what you please along as you don’t QC on
Bitch, I make you bleed, ho
Bitch, I know I bleed, ho
Band red 5, big B, ho (Hell, yeah)
Bitch, get on your knees, ho (Yeah, yeah)
Come and suck it with no teeth, ho (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
I’m rich, I’m rich, I’m rich, bitch, I’m rich as shit
Come get it, got to whip it
Know I got to whip it, nigga, come and get your bitch
Molly, Molly, Holly, Wolly, had a 30, whip out his body
I don’t play that shit, I keep that chopper
I might buy me a Maserati
Shoot that drum at that bitch, it’s [?]
‘Fore get to my shit, you know I’ma pop it
Bitch, give me yo’ soul, give me yo’ body
Swag out the bitch, pop out for mama
I get high in this bitch (I’m gone)
I get so high in this bitch (I’m gone)
I might make her [?] a nigga
Bitch, come touch your toes
Finna make a R&B bitch come here off her phone (Yeah)
If we fuck ’bout how good she can sing, bitch, get that phone (Yeah)

[Bridge]
Bitch, get that phone (Oh)
Bitch, get that phone (Yeah, yeah)
Bitch, get that phone, ho
Bitch, get that phone (Yeah, yeah)

[Verse 2]
My brothers are kickin’ a door (Yeah, yeah)
I don’t like that nigga, a ho (Yeah, yeah)
I don’t like that lil’ boy’s bitch
I do not like for my ho to hear none these songs
Like when I break her back to my songs
Lookin’ at these bitch make racks at home
Tell me what type if time you on
Buy me clothes, they fit me right
I don’t know who fuckin’ side you on
I know that this wrong and they real right
[?]
I ain’t put money on yo’ head, that’s right
Bang red, that blood, my thug, my Five
[?] slime get this party hyped
She rock soon as I get outside
Rudolph beam on his nose and eyes
[?] which one gon’ eat me right?
Geekin’, I’m geekin’, I’m higher than high (Uh-huh)
Geekin’, I’m geekin’, I’m higher than high (Bitch)
I get higher with her when I’m shoppin’ online (Bitch, yeah)
I can get all my words to this, everytime (Bitch, yeah)
And this bitch [?] without you on my side (Bitch, yeah)
You on my side, bitch, don’t play with my money you know you my guy (Bitch, yeah)
I got factory tires on bottom of each of my rides (Bitch, yeah)
I got factory tires on bottom of each of my rides (Bitch, yeah)

[Outro]
I got more money than you lil’ boys, y’all some bitches (Bitch, yeah)
I can’t even drive and got more cars, your shit is leased or rented (Bitch, yeah)
Know we make shit hype about [?] on back got switches (Bitch, yeah)
I don’t give no fuck ’bout who rockstar, I don’t want you bitches (Bitch, yeah)

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YoungBoy Never Broke Again – Mini Me Lyrics

YoungBoy Never Broke Again Lyrics

Mini Me
^{this is a track by YoungBoy NBA}

[Intro]
(Damn, Font, you saucin’)

[Chorus]
Now let’s get it on, these niggas some hoes
These niggas my clones, they be stealin’ my clothes
Nigga, fuck what you think, long as my bitch with me
Rockin’ the latest clothes and she gettin’ fitted with me (D-Roc)
And all these niggas my mini-me’s
Make your ho do whatever I say, she gon’ do anything that I think
Hol’ up, all the Top haters thought they finished me
I know that they block the swag, you know they gon’ cop it
These niggas be judgin’, makin’ sure that I keep clean watches

[Verse]
Not givin’ a fuck, I don’t give a fuck, I’m runnin’ it up, yeah
I fuck with that girl, I’m lovin’ that girl, I’m turnin’ her up, up
I be static and fly, I’m keepin’ my gun, you know how I come, yuh
I be hidin’ that iron while back of the ride, while drippin’ in Saint Laurent
I always knew that them vultures, pull up in them Christian’s gon’ hit when that frame come
I could play with your bitch with both of my nails
I tell them niggas, “I ain’t changin’ nothin'”
Man, fuck these lil’ niggas, I’m richer, my bank account bigger
Don’t fuck with that motto, I’m picky with polish
Fuck whether y’all like it, not needin’ no [?]
And you know that I dig it, I’m feelin’ yo’ body
And all these niggas my clones, uh
I put that switch on the bitch and I’m sendin’ his lil’ ass home
You know that I gotta be geeked in this bitch
I get high as I can, I geek up with the bitch
She never once know I broke up with her friend
My jewelry, it come from a national brand
My blood, they know I’m the bomb, say, “Damn”

[Chorus]
Now let’s get it on, these niggas some hoes
These niggas my clones, they be stealin’ my clothes
Nigga, fuck what you think, long as my bitch with me
Rockin’ the latest clothes and she gettin’ fitted with me
And all these niggas my mini-me’s
Make your ho do whatever I say, she gon’ do anything that I think
Hol’ up, all the Top haters thought they finished me
I know that they block the swag, you know they gon’ cop it
These niggas be judgin’, makin’ sure that I keep clean watches

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YoungBoy Never Broke Again – Swag On Point Lyrics

YoungBoy Never Broke Again Lyrics

Swag On Point
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[Intro]
Yeah
(Just ask me)
I’m with a motherfuckin’ treesh
I ain’t even gon’ lie, this shit live
(Lil’ Trebble made the beat, he only had to play it once)

[Chorus]
Ain’t no bubbly, I drink muddy
I just bought some new Celine so your bitch wanna fuck me
She love me, won’t cuff me, I know she my thug-me
I’m lusting, I’m rushing, this shit might get ugly
But as long as my swag on point, uh
[?] on top the, oh, I’m off the hook (Oh, oh)
But as long as my swag on point, uh
Givenchy, niggas got me flexin’, she say I’m sexy, she know not to try me

[Verse]
She want matchin’ Fendi fits
If I tell her, “No,” I know she just might have a bad bitch fit
I know that’s that girl, show how she top, it get me on demon shit (She know I’m up, wow)
Vlone want me in cologne, don’t like me ’round her friends, she homey
Yeah, huh, I fucked up my nails, I need ’em redone by this morning (Yeah)
That’s a lame, [?], she know that I’m country
Chrome to her heart just like Givenchy, I’m dressed down in Givenchy (Real talk)
Smokin’ on dope all the way to the morning
I got Perc’s, I got sip
Got her stiff like a mummy
Fuck that girl so long ’til she say she cumming
Rock swag, told her, “Please be neat with my money”
Yeah, bro, huh, I got too much Celine
Blatt, yeah, I got bitches makin’ duwap for me
Wow, yeah, long as she keep my hair braided, I’m not showing one care, now that’s fair
Rick Owens, that bitch rare
Tell the opps the truth, I dare ’em
Keep a bitch with long hair, and a big gun for me to slam ’em
Drop of medicine in my Tropicana
Bad white bitch from Alabama
Join [Elliot?] when I go clean my dental
They know we’ll never stop playing with hammers

[Bridge]
Yeah, fuck, I gotta move, pack on me (Yeah)
I’m just rockin’ new supervillain shit, I’ma walk with some purple jeans (Yeah)
Bought both bitches designer too, yeah (Yeah)
Huh, that’s all me, Top

[Chorus]
Ain’t no bubbly, I drink muddy (I drink lean)
I just bought some new Celine so your bitch wanna fuck me
She love me, won’t cuff me, I know she my thug-me (She know she my thug)
I’m lusting, I’m rushing, this shit might get ugly
But as long as my swag on point, uh (But long as my swag on point)
[?] on top the, oh, I’m off the hook (Oh, oh)
But as long as my swag on point, uh
Givenchy, niggas got me flexin’, she say I’m sexy, she know not to try me

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YoungBoy Never Broke Again – Not My Friend Lyrics

YoungBoy Never Broke Again Lyrics

Not My Friend
^{this is a track by YoungBoy NBA}

[Intro]
(Okay, TK)
Uh, uh, uh, yeah
Yeah, yeah, uh, uh, uh
Yeah, uh, Top
Yeah, yeah

[Verse 1]
Tell her, “Pull up to the show”
I know she gon’ fuck for sure
Huh, she probably gon’ fuck my bro
Huh, hop out at all the stores
And I bought all the clothes
For to put that shit on in front of all her friends
Babygirl, you’re not my friend (Huh)
Babygirl, let’s make Ms
I’m not finna shake yo’ hand
I just wanna beat yo’ back in
My styrofoam double
Rick Owen my jacket
They both off of Codine
She wanna get on it
You know that I’m focused
I get that ho loaded
I got Wok’, I got [?]
You know that’s my bitch, I promote her
Added up ’round this bitch, fucked the total
Do the dash in this bitch ’bout a motor
I jump out with that stick, toe to toe
From the back with that ho, I’m a soldier
I’m not givin’ up none of my money
I’m not lettin’ none of them fuck me over
I been runnin’ up hundreds up, mama
I ain’t never forget that I owe you (Yeah)
Come from doin’ bad to doin’ good
It ain’t perfect but understood
I got to be thankful for that blessin’
Designer clothes
Now, I got to find these hoes
Now, I got a foreign, it’s Rolls
I might as well send a bitch roses

[Bridge]
Yeah, I said, “I might as well buy the bitch roses”
Yeah (Ah)
I say, “I might as well buy the bitch roses”

[Verse 2]
Told the management send a bitch roses, wherever she was
Come in that red, that’s blood
You know that my Five, lil’ nigga, do not call me, “Cuz”
Don’t try me and fuck up my buzz
I buy her that bag, I make sure she stay with her bag
I fuck that bag up with that girl
Can’t never go sad
Pop out with that Glock on they ass
I know that you’re lovin’ me, girl

[Bridge]
Uh, yeah
Know that you’re lovin’, know that you’re lovin’ me, girl
Know that you love me, know that you love me
I know that you’re lovin’ me, girl
Uh-uh, oh, oh

[Verse 3]
She’ll do it right now [?]
She want Chanel if you see it there
She want it, yeah
To all the niggas [?]
Never gon’ tell what you see, man
Know that that type of shit turnin’ out bad
Girl, you’re too bad
On your body, Patek
They disrespectin’, we ain’t goin’ for that
Then you know you call me and I’m runnin’ for that
Hope inside [?] then I’m wishin’ a well
[?] feelin’ my jacket
I’m exposed to this shit and these niggas gon’ steal
Nigga, you’re cappin’, lil’ mama [?], she like how I rock it (Uh-uh)
Go tell them to stack it, I put that Amiri on top of Camari
Inside my home I got a store, I got these classes, I got the whole damn department
She want the drugs that I’m on
I looked right at that bitch and passed it

[Outro]
Designer clothes
Now, I got to find these hoes
Now, I got a foreign, it’s Rolls
I might as well send a bitch roses
Yeah, I said, “I might as well buy the bitch roses”
Yeah (Ah)
I say, “I might as well buy the bitch roses”

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YoungBoy Never Broke Again – Louie V Lyrics

YoungBoy Never Broke Again Lyrics

Louie V
^{this is a track by YoungBoy NBA}

[Intro]
(Ayo E Go Krazy)
(ISM)
(This a Trvilll cook up)

[Chorus]
Huh, Louis V on my jacket, I need to go black in most my clothes
I don’t even wanna chill if bad hoes ain’t involved
And I don’t give not one fuck ’bout what these niggas think at all
Uppin’ it up, I don’t need no Adderal

[Verse]
She bought a bag from MaxField
She know how to handle the sack, oh, well
Give a fuck ’bout a critic
Suck a dick, tell ’em all, “Go to Hell”
I got sick, now I’m never gon’ fail
Pull her hair, and I smack on her tail
I’m the shit, bitch, I’m poppin’
See me swag, don’t you cop it
Pull up in that Rocky with Rick Owen
Huh, bitch come give your all to me (Uh, Benz, G, Wagon)
I’m drippin’, I’m up in this motherfuckin’ Thrasher
Set trippin’, I’m up in this motherfuckin’ Thrashin’
I’ma shoot at them dudes (Brrt, baow)
‘Cause they doin’ all that flaggin’
Hold on, YB move too cool
And I run the league like I’m John Madden
Yeah, sun lean bad bitch, I dress her up in Poochie too (Oh, wow)
Shoot that crew, know they do that too
Ho, you got me naked, and I eat your food
I’m gonna buy white gold
Get your bitch for to go up and down on the pole
I’m active around this bitch, yeah, I smack on her ass tell her put up her phone

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YoungBoy Never Broke Again – Ride Me Lyrics

YoungBoy Never Broke Again Lyrics

Ride Me
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[Intro]
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Mm-mm, huh

[Chorus]
It ain’t no bitch I need, heh, but you the type I want, huh
So, baby, come fuck with me, huh, so, baby, come wipe me down
She know Chinese, soon as I let her take off, play with my strong
She gon’ ride me, on my jet all way back to my home

[Verse]
I ain’t nothin’ like your last
I’ma make sure that you stay with a bag
Hol’ on, come here, where you takin’ my ass?
Santa hats in backpack (Pack)
They know streets [?] and they tryna steal my Hermes swag
I leave her [?] for GT bag
She wanna fuck with a view
I’m takin’ her down on a balcony
I know to her friend wan’ fuck on me too
I always knew that these hoes would be after me
I am a G (I am a G)
Pull up with brand new whip, it’s [?] key
Glock in my R-A-T-A jeans, your ho wanna fuck on a nigga
Gotta know, I don’t fuck with these niggas
Keep a gun, I might buss at these niggas
Got a bitch with a fat ass, ain’t takin’ no Perc’s, said she only be fuckin’ with jiggas
Get that check off [?], yeah, I pull up in a vert, yeah
I’m fucked up with these bitches, they gettin’ so high, I’m started to think that I’m scared
I got island bitches, won’t [?] my ride, but cap like they ain’t givin’ head
I could fly to Paris, my swag from France
And I might just get fresh ‘fore I lay in the bed
I put that shit on
I got that Ralph on while I’m drinkin’ on red (Lean)
Styrofoam, wrap that shit in my flame
Bang fire so they label me fed, mm, huh