Ravyn Lenae – Sticky

Looking confused
Spinning, spinning, round and round
Sticky, sticky, off the ground
Slipping til you let me drown
Hate me then you love me now

Let’s play
Let’s pretend
I could have my way
What you gonna say
If I ever walk away
Let’s play
Let’s pretend
You could treat me, fair
Maybe you won’t scare me
Maybe you would care
You know I’d wait for you
And stay away from you
I stick around when things are falling down
I need a reason
For me to leave him
Zigzag, circus
I don’t know that sticky-icky is the potion
(sticky-icky)
What did you do? What did you do? Looking confused (I’m confused)
Spinning, spinning, round and round
Sticky, sticky, off the ground
Slipping til you let me drown
Hate me then you love me now Looking confused
Spinning, spinning, round and round
Sticky, sticky, off the ground
Slipping til you let me drown
Hate me then you love me now
You got me wondering where this going
Where the phone went, not who I’m in love with
You got me wondering why you roaming
Something to it {?} lonely
You know I cannot shake ya
You know I cannot break ya
You only fool me then you lose me then right back I take ya
You know we’re back together
You don’t want this forever
Then I look stupid, call me foolish
But I’ll do whatever
What did you do?

Jeremih – Don’t Tell ‘Em Remix v.2 Lyrics

Loving while grabbing the rhythm of your hips
That’s right, right, right, right, right
[Hook: Jeremih]
Rhythm is a dancer, I need a companion
Girl I guess that must be you
Body like the summer, fuck you like no other
Don’t you tell ‘em what we do
Don’t tell ‘em, don’t tell ‘em, you ain’t even
Don’t tell ‘em, don’t tell ‘em
You ain’t even, you ain’t even gotta tell ‘em
Don’t tell ‘em, don’t tell ‘em
You ain’t even, don’t tell ‘em, don’t tell ‘em
You ain’t even, you ain’t even even gotta tell ‘em
Don’t tell ‘em, don’t tell ‘em
[Verse 3: French Montana]
Shawty from the back, met her in the A
Hit it at the ‘tel, never hit it where I stay, hah
You know I act the fool, Bobby Brown with it
Got her leg shaking, James Brown with it
Drop it to the ground with it
Heard the whole town hit it
Hit it then I pass it to my man, D. [Intro: Young $torm & (YG)]
We got
Jeremih, Offset, French Montana
Let go! (Mustard on the beat ho!)
[Hook: Jeremih]
Rhythm is a dancer, I need a companion
Girl I guess that must be you
Body like the summer, fuck you like no other
Don’t you tell ’em what we do
Don’t tell ’em, don’t tell ’em, you ain’t even
Don’t tell ’em, don’t tell ’em
You ain’t even, you ain’t even gotta tell ’em
Don’t tell ’em, don’t tell ’em
You ain’t even, don’t tell ’em, don’t tell ’em
You ain’t even, you ain’t even even gotta tell ’em
Don’t tell ’em, don’t tell ’em
[Verse 1: Offset]
I’m dabbin’ in Maison Margielas, don’t tell ’em they might get jealous
Her forehead on my pelvis, I don’t cuff ’em, I don’t settle
You a champion, you deserve a gold medal
Ain’t got time on my schedule, gotta go get the cheddar
You ain’t got time to be worried ’bout them
Kissin’ all over you, rubbin’ your hip
I got the Tiffany diamonds all up in your ear
Smackin’ your booty while I’m hittin’ it from the rear
Smackin’ a secret, your pussy be drippin’ in liquid
I did a show I cannot leave it, fuck her and then I delete it
Victoria, she keepin’ a secret, don’t tell ’em that, no
My diamonds, they cold, anemic, and I can’t front, no
I’m finished, you know I need a
[Hook: Jeremih]
Rhythm is a dancer, I need a companion
Girl I guess that must be you
Body like the summer, fuck you like no other
Don’t you tell ‘em what we do
Don’t tell ‘em, don’t tell ‘em, you ain’t even
Don’t tell ‘em, don’t tell ‘em
You ain’t even, you ain’t even gotta tell ‘em
Don’t tell ‘em, don’t tell ‘em
You ain’t even, don’t tell ‘em, don’t tell ‘em
You ain’t even, you ain’t even even gotta tell ‘em
Don’t tell ‘em, don’t tell ‘em
[Verse 2: Jeremih]
Know you say you down with it
Won’t tell ‘em how you hit the ground with it
Girl you know I’m from Chicago
I act a fool, Bobby Brown with it (in it)
Nobody take me out though
You got gifts bring ‘em down the South Pole
Marathon doll, I’m putting miles
Don’t you worry about it, I can work it out
[Pre-Hook: Jeremih]
Only is you got me feeling like this
Oh why, why, why, why, why? Brown with it
Young rich niggas, uptown
Keep her close, we snipe, duck down
And you already know
Pull up in the big ass yacht like no
Don’t tell ‘em, don’t tell ‘em
You ain’t even gotta tell ‘em
We ain’t kissin’, we ain’t tellin’
Money stack to the ceiling, hah
(Montana!)
[Pre-Hook: Jeremih]
Only is you got me feeling like this
Oh why, why, why, why, why? Loving while grabbing the rhythm of your hips
That’s right, right, right, right, right
[Hook: Jeremih]
Rhythm is a dancer, I need a companion
Girl I guess that must be you
Body like the summer, fuck you like no other
Don’t you tell ‘em what we do
Don’t tell ‘em, don’t tell ‘em, you ain’t even
Don’t tell ‘em, don’t tell ‘em
You ain’t even, you ain’t even gotta tell ‘em
Don’t tell ‘em, don’t tell ‘em
You ain’t even, don’t tell ‘em, don’t tell ‘em
You ain’t even, you ain’t even even gotta tell ‘em
Don’t tell ‘em, don’t tell ‘em
[Outro: Jeremih]
Don’t tell ‘em, don’t tell ‘em no
Right, right, right, right, right, right, right
Don’t tell ‘em, don’t tell ‘em no
Why, why, why, why would you do that, oh
Just keep the rhythm like that, yeah, yeah, yeah
Put it on me baby, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
You know you like that, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
You know I want it baby, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Oh, oh…

Gotye – Down There Too Lyrics

Sinking into everything you think to do
I’m sinking too
Swim or sink, you never think
You’ll make it through
And I think it too
I sink with you
Treading long and going on
You’re drowning soon
And I’m drowning too
You’re heading for the gate
Of everything you do
And I’m holy too
I’ll take the dirt with you
Falling down and crawl around
A hole you make
And that’s all it takes
Down and down and down
And watch your past mistakes
At faster rates
Now watch your fates

Rich The Kid – All Of Them Lyrics

Yuh
Yuh
[Chorus: Playboi Carti]
I like all of them
I fuck all of them
I fuck all of them
I fuck all of them
I said I like uh, I like all of them
Since I like all of them, Oo I might fuck all of them
Might fuck all of them
Might fuck all of them
Since I like all of them, I might fuck all of them
Might fuck all of them
Might fuck all of them, yuh
[Verse 1: Rich The Kid & Playboi Carti]
I might fuck her in my coupe
Pullin up minus the roof
I’m fuckin alla them money as tall as the gucci’s
I’m walkin with benjamins
I walk in with tons of the cash
All of these bitches they laugh
They peepin yo swag
You get it from dad
I’m poppin them tags
I’m poppin them tags
They copy the wave I’m the father
These bitches they fuckin regardless
Upload that hoe on the snapchat
Fuck her one time get no call back
I put yo hoe on a jetpack
I put yo hoe on a jetpack
I keep this shit in a book bag
Brought that, I see ya hoe and she ain’t all that
And I’m all that
I want the bimmer and all that
I want the xannies and all that
[Chorus: Playboi Carti]
All of them
I might fuck all of them
Might fuck all of them
Might fuck all of them
Since I like all of them, I might fuck all of them
Might fuck all of them
Might fuck all of them
Since I like all of them, Might fuck all of them
Might fuck all of them
Since I like all of them, I might fuck all of them
I fuh-, I fuck with all of them
[Verse 2: Rich The Kid & Playboi Carti]
Might pull out the phantom
I’m taking yo hoe for ransom
My diamonds they doin the dancin
I’m flexin on bitches can’t stand it
I fucked that bih in the phantom
Ooh yah, ay romantic, ay
Then I got dirty the Fanta
I spend a check on my sandals
Carti back molly the party pack
Flexin around with a lot of racks
They bad so I’m fuckin on all of them
The plug no need for callin him
My bitches to foreign they travelin
Ain’t cuffin these bitches you kissin them
She bringin a friend know there’s 3 of them
They bad I might just fuck all of them
[Chorus: Playboi Carti]
Oo I might fuck all of them
Might fuck all of them
Might fuck all of them
Since I like all of them, I might fuck all of them
Might fuck all of them
Might fuck all of them
Since I like all of them, might fuck all of them
Might fuck all of them
Since I like all of them, might fuck all of them
I fuh-, I fuck with all of them [Pre-Chourus: Rich The Kid & Playboi Carti]
We havin to many, nah
We havin to many
Said I like all of them
I like all of them
U Dig!

Lil Wayne – Big Bad Wolf Lyrics

With an ass that jiggle with a grab or tickle
With a throat deep enough to land a missile
If ya nigga miss you and he have opinions
Tell him two cents is only half a nickel
Now we at his villa, aiming at his pillows
Hair triggers, fingers finna act like bristles
And I catch a triple, flip kick jiu-jitsu
Throwin’ pool parties, she don’t have a swimsuit
Neither of her friends do, I think that’s official
Got my neighbor’s eyes bigger than the Simpson’s
And I’m magnificent so I had to pimp her
And she had potential but he lacked credentials
So give me a sec’, I’ll go at your neck
And send you back lookin’ like the Dracula bit you (Rrr!)
Yeah, cannibalism goin’ animalistic in a land of civilians
These niggas clones, copycats, and chameleons
Once they dead and gone, no paraphernalia
When she left her thong, that’s paraphernalia
Sound familiar? (Rrr!) [Intro]
Uh-uh-uh-mmm
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
[Verse]
Keep that shit on Twitter
Y’all ain’t lit, y’all litter
Keep that shit in your shitter
Or eat that shit, don’t spit up (Rrr!)
Keep my bad bitch did up
Keep my man bitch, put up
Watchin’ me do push-ups
Just playin’ with herself and I looked up (Damn!)
Your thot need to get her look up
You plottin’ on me, my foot up
Your squad ain’t hard, that’s cushion
That ain’t sauce, that’s puddin’
Tunechi across her bosom (Damn!)
Shootin’ up the jurors (Damn!)
Don’t name my pistol
I name the trigger, Benjamin Button, push ’em (Bam!)
Y’all just pussy, get buried together and let ’em play footsie
Y’all just wussy
I got some bullies, gon’ pull up in hoodies and come take a looksie
Better play hooky
I got some hookers hookin’ up with some politicans
And some athletes and some college niggas
Send your missus on all kind of missions
I’m the sickest nigga skippin’ doctors visits
But my pots is pissy, smokin’ hockey sticky
Put a stockin’ on my face and hit a lick in’
When shit get ugly, I go Pretty Ricky
I don’t fuck with rats, neither Minnie, Micky
I don’t fuck with cops, that’s the piggly wiggly
Fuck my bitch’s friends, and they friendly-friendly
While your bitch givin’ me her twenty-twenty like she tired of Mickey-D’s
Wendy’s, Denny’s like she tired of Macy’s
JC Penny’s, I got bitches gettin’ tired of spendin’, spend it
If we winnin’, win it
I know Dream Chasers that ain’t never dreamt it
So I had to tend it and I had to rim it
And I worked the lanes like Shaq and Penny
It’s the Blood gang, it’s the money gang
Red rags to riches, need happy endings
Then it’s back to business and we laugh at sentencin’
Hungry lawyers make a snack out witnesses
Hungry artists or starvin’ artists in the kitchen
Restaurant and cafeterias
Don’t make a difference if you taste the difference
Better pay the difference to the racketeers
Now your good luck lookin’ like you crackin’ mirrors
Now the artificial become sacrificial
That’s a body count, where the mathematician? Where the wettest clitoris and fattest nipples? My plug’s Sicilian
He the one who told me that sometimes you gotta leave ya la familia
Behind the millions
Rhyme or reason
I’m the reason, got they eyes wide but too blind to see it
With friends like those
It make me text all my enemies and tell ’em I don’t need ’em
Hallelujah, power intruders
Bitch walk around my house like Hooters
Towel user, power user
Molly mixed with white girl, Molly Susan
Niggas talkin’ out their bowel movers
Turn they homies into flower choosers
Turn your kids into father choosers
Make your bitch a widow and your mom a cougar
I’m a silent shooter with a silent shooter
Clap at you, if you don’t die, I’ll boo ya
Tell a doc that’s tryna to save your life and runnin’ wires through you
He could die next to ya (Rrr!)
I’ma make the nurse ride me like a giant scooter
Let her partner shoot it
We pull out the movie, win awards
She got a Golden Globe head and an Oscar booty
Niggas prostitutin’, these rappers ain’t talkin’ ’bout shit
Not even ’bout pollution
Ain’t got a house to live in, ain’t got a pool to swim in
Change in their pockets, nor a couch to lose it
In route to Houston with a contribution full of Monster juices
Monster too slow, macho Cujo macho mucho
Big bad wolf, watch the moon glow (Rrr!)
I got a Greek freak, she call me Antetokounmpo
Just follow the kupo and I know that you know
I’m hotter than soup, she still swallow my soup bowl
I’m out of my loophole, you outta the loop though
Got all these niggas on silent and mute mode
The power to do so, my pockets is sumo
Gettin’ the mula by the minuto
Mafia Nuvo, I am the uno
Real boss nigga, should model for Hugo
Fuck with me, I go Lolapaloozo
Pull up trigger finger, holler, and pull though
(Pah, pah, pah)
Sound like a symphony or Operah, tudo
Hittin’ some new notes
And I am the maestro and you just a typo
Private flight, don’t fly in too low
I’m wiser than you know, a private school flow
I got me a new ho and now it’s a duo
One went to college and one went to juco
I had to ask ’em, what’s four plus two though?

YBN Nahmir – Bounce Out With That Lyrics

[Intro]
Gang
[Chorus]
Lately been on that fuck a nigga shit (fuck a nigga shit)
Take a nigga bitch and then I pass her to the clique (grra, pow, pow, pow)
I say, see me, I don’t got no time for no bitch (time for no bitch)
I just get them for the bros, I’m just worried ’bout them chips, I’ma (ayy)
I’ma shot call, lil nigga, I’ma stay wild (huh, huh)
Hot nigga, I belong in a dog pound (belong in a dog pound)
Shot call, lil nigga, I’ma stay wild (bitch)
Hot nigga, I belong in a dog pound (grra, pow pow pow)
Fuck a bitch and then I put it in a bitch throat (bitch throat)
Never give a bitch your phone, that’s a no no (hell nah)
Off tops, new chain and my wrist froze (on the gang)
Loaded up, still bouncin’ with that .44 (huh)
Fuck a bitch and then I put it in a bitch throat (bitch throat)
Never give a bitch your phone that’s a no no (hell nah)
Off tops, new chain and my wrist froze (huh)
Loaded up, still bouncin’ with that .44 (ayy, gang)
[Verse]
Stop it, niggas knowin’ that I dropped shit (I dropped shit)
Get popped quick, ’cause them niggas that you rock with (rock with)
Like Jay said, bitch I gotta keep a chopstick (grra)
Big stick, I bounce out with that mop stick (grra, pow pow pow)
These niggas talkin’, watch I pull with that fuckin’ Hemi (skrrt)
Tote automatics so I pass my lil bro the semi (on the gang)
I’ma rock this lil bitch ’til that tank empty (huh)
I’ma still blow that bitch ’til the clip empty (ayy, gang)
Bitch I’m a P (what), bitch I’m a G (huh)
Took that lil’ bitch now that bitch off the leash (ayy, ayy, ayy, gang)
[Chorus]
Lately been on that fuck a nigga shit (fuck a nigga shit)
Take a nigga bitch and then I pass her to the clique (clique nigga)
I say, see me, I don’t got no time for no bitch (time for no bitch)
I just get them for the bros, I’m just worried ’bout them chips, I’ma (huh)
I’ma shot call, lil nigga, I’ma stay wild (stay wild)
Hot nigga, I belong in a dog pound (dog pound)
Shot call, lil nigga, I’ma stay wild (huh)
Hot nigga, I belong in a dog pound (grra, pow, pow, pow)

Chevy Woods – Alright Lyrics

Verse 1
She wants to top me
Get me alone and give me the sloppy
Yea she Dominican she calls me poppy
I just killed it yea i caught a body
Hook
Alright, alright, alright
Pull up and pop off a foreign all white
Told your baby mama she ain’t my type
Verse 2
From the back, hit my jack, i’m ???? Your boyfriend he don’t ear i’m unpack yea
We be smoking yea just like the m??? You should bring your friend cause its a party
Bitch i’m a thug, i’m the plug, i got drugs yea
In vip with your bitch ain’t no love yea
TLC thats on me, you a scrub yea
He i know hit it, now you want to mean mug yea
Hook
Alright, alright, alright
Pull up and pop off a foreign all white
Told your baby mama she ain’t my type
Verse 3
I know the pussy juicy, thats word to Biggie
She sent the picture of it, i told her give me
I mixed the Bombay with the simply
I’m out in Huston lane, rest in peace Whitney
Hook
Alright, alright, alright
Told your baby mama she ain’t my type
Alright, alright, alright
You niggas hating, i’m just trying to live life
Verse 4
I’m on my way ??? you know i want a milly
She told me about you so know the sauce you feeling
Like i ain’t happy here chevy can we spend some time
I told her no, no, no, cause baby its a long line
She said i’m trying to be your number one and move up
Hook
Alright, alright, alright
Pull up and pop off a foreign all white
Alright, alright, alright
Told your baby mama she ain’t my type

Fetty Wap – Rockstar (GMix) Lyrics

[Intro]
I’m a fuckin’ rockstar, bitch
[Hook]
Every time you hear that “Yeah baby,” than you know that nigga Wap on
You can see my diamonds clear baby, cause you know I paid a lot for em’
Gotta crib in the hills, keep a couple bad bitches on my roster
Baby I’m the real deal, all these other niggas imposters
Every time you hear that “Yeah baby,” than you know that nigga Wap on
You can see my diamonds clear baby, cause you know I paid a lot for em’
Gotta crib in the hills, keep a couple bad bitches on my roster
Baby I’m the real deal, all these other niggas imposters
[Verse 1]
If you ain’t gettin’ money, I can not understand
And if really need the money, then we jumpin’ out vans, hittin’ you and your man
If you ain’t gettin’ money, I can not understand
And if really need the money, then we jumpin’ out vans, hittin’ you and your man
[Hook]
Every time you hear that “Yeah baby,” than you know that nigga Wap on
You can see my diamonds clear baby, cause you know I paid a lot for em’
Gotta crib in the hills, keep a couple bad bitches on my roster
Baby I’m the real deal, all these other niggas imposters
Every time you hear that “Yeah baby,” than you know that nigga Wap on
You can see my diamonds clear baby, cause you know I paid a lot for em’
Gotta crib in the hills, keep a couple bad bitches on my roster
Baby I’m the real deal, all these other niggas imposters
[Verse 2]
In the cut, round with the yelper
Ay, go to war for the gang, body dropper
He a hoe if he tell, he a copper
Used to geek off the pills, was a popper
Pull up in that thing, show stopper
Disrespect the gang, I’m gone pop ya
Way a nigga flowin’, so proper
Got a bitch, so bad the hoes watch her
[Hook]
Every time you hear that “Yeah baby,” than you know that nigga Wap on
You can see my diamonds clear baby, cause you know I paid a lot for em’
Gotta crib in the hills, keep a couple bad bitches on my roster
Baby I’m the real deal, all these other niggas imposters
Every time you hear that “Yeah baby,” than you know that nigga Wap on
You can see my diamonds clear baby, cause you know I paid a lot for em’
Gotta crib in the hills, keep a couple bad bitches on my roster
Baby I’m the real deal, all these other niggas imposters
[Outro]
2018 lil bitch
King Zoo motherfucker
Squad, bitch

All Of Them

With Rich The Kid and Playboi Carti on one track, you could only expect the song to be filled with high energy, a lot of ad-libs and overall, a lot of flexing. Take A Listen Below

DOWNLOAD Rich The Kid & Playboi Carti – All Of Them Lyrics to ‘All Of Them’ by Rich the Kid:

Rich The Kid teams up with Playboi Carti for their infectious new single “All Of Them.” Carti and Rich tackle a smooth beat with heavy 808’s booming out the back.

Sting & Shaggy – Don’t Make Me Wait Lyrics

(Chorus)
Don’t make me wait, don’t make me wait
To love, to love, to love you
Don’t make me wait, don’t make me wait
To love, to love, to love you
(Verse 2)
I don’t want you to think i’m rushing you
I know you like to take your time (time, time)
I’m already sold by the idea, of you and I
Jus’ tell me where I need to sign
cause I’ve been searching for a while girl, and I know what works for me (ohh, ohh)
All I need to know if this is what you want girl, cause i’m already where I need to be
So don’t make me wait
(Chorus 2)
Don’t make me wait, don’t make me wait
To love, to love, to love you
I want wait no longer
Don’t make me wait, don’t make me wait
To love, to love, to love you
Fi wah
(Verse 3)
You don’t wanna rush and I don’t wanna take my time
I’m putting everything on the line
they say that true love’s hard to find, I am ready to make you mine
(Bridge)
Don’t make me wait
Baby now, baby now, don’t make me wait
you gotta say yeah, yeah, yeah
Don’t make me wait,
baby now, baby now, don’t let me wait
Don’t make me wait! (Intro)
Don’t make me wait
Don’t make me wait in vain, to love you
cant wait to give you mi last name
Don’t make me wait, don’t make me too long girl
Don’t make me wait, don’t make me wait,
To love, to love you, to love you
Don’t make me wait, don’t make me wait
To love, to love you, to love you
A wah mi say! (Verse 1)
It did not take me long to fall in love with your mind
and I wont even mention how you body perfectly design, so fine
And judging from your outlook on life, I knew this would be more than jus’ one night
But now I’m ready for the next level and you’re telling me you need more time
No crime, nothing wrong with waiting a little bit
Yuh know this is more to me than jus’ hittin’ it
But mi only get a love like this once inna life time and if this is our change I ain’t missing it
My hole life I ain’t felt like this, jus’ wanna run I don’t wanna fight this
I ain’t rushing yuh to make up yo mind, jus wanna put some more quality in a we time
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Watch Shaggy and Friends 2018 Live Stream Here “We recently did a song that I had written. The romantic ballad features Sting belting out his famous vocals about wanting to be with a girl but don’t want her to feel pressured. Legendary singer Sting teams up with Shaggy for his new single “Don’t Make Me Wait.”
The singer and the dancehall legend are currently working on their joint album 44/876, due later this year. Afterwards Sting walked in and began to sing the hook.” The album is now in its advanced state with over a dozen songs already recorded. Shaggy came through with his gravel voice over a reggae beat singing, “Nothing wrong with waiting a little bit, you know this is to me more than just hitting it, but you only get a love like this once in a lifetime, and if this is our chance I ain’t missing it.”
Sting is currently in Jamaica with the reggae/dancehall legend working on the album. He compared the atmosphere at the children’s hospital to that of a warm village. “I don’t want you to think I’m rushing you, I know you like to take your time, I’m already sold on the idea of you and I,” the British crooner sings. Shaggy confirmed last month that the pair has a joint album in the works but he couldn’t divulge too much information about it. Last week we saw him posted a photo of the two in the studio with dancehall deejay Aidonia hinting that the 4th Genna leader might be featured on the project. “We have something working on, but I can’t say anything right now,” he said. His manager heard the song and he played it. He also performed at the annual Shaggy and Friends benefit concert in Kingston earlier this month and prior to that he visited the Bustamante Hospital for Children for a tour.

Migos – Superstar

We shootin’ heads ’til they explode (reload)
(Chorus 2)
(Verse 3)
Woo! 1’ Album [Listen] (Intro)
“Honorable C.N.O.T.E”
Yeah, yeah
“Buddha Bless this beat”
(chorus)
Yeah, yeah “yeah”
Yeah, yeah “yeah”
Yeah, yeah “yeah”
Yeah, yeah “yeah”
Superstars, superstars, superstars out
Brand new cars (skrrt), we buy the bar now
Swang doors now (skrrt), f**k on h**s now “smash”
Tats and golds “tats”, rock the shows, uh
Big bank rolls (cash!), now she go, uh
For the team, uh (woo)
Now she wet, don’t ski “splash!”
Thinking bout posting her on the gram, and delete her “delete it!”
Whole gang in the field, we don’t do bleachers “uh”
(Verse 1)
Pockets lettuce, uh
B*tch, don’t think I’m ready, uh uh
You got that swag (Drip!)
You got that sauce then sell it, uh uh
Free my n*gg*s, cash ’em out we bailin’ (free)
Saw my teacher, I was the same student failin’
Now I got a lawyer, straight cash, no settlement
I’m out my element, out my, out my element (woo!)
My n*gg*s the same, don’t need no clout, no fame (no clout, no clout)
Bought the gang, all brand new chains (ice ice)
Swerve the lane, call the group “the gang” (gang, gang)
Whip that thing, then she give me br**n (ooh, yeah)
Them boys fool you tryna do it, bring the t**l**s out (try and do it)
N*gg*s don’t want no smoke, they pull up with they c**chies out
It’s times three, it’s times three, that’s how it goes (three-way, yeah)
Park a million dollars at the bando (skrrt, skrrt)
We gon’ make ’em eat that d*pe until we glow (eat it up, eat it up)
Rich n*gg*s straight to the top floor (top)
On more PJ’s than Pablo
Wrist like water go to Cabo
Cash in the walls, hollow (cash)
Your money too small, micro (woo)
Huncho on the call, gotta reload (reload)
(Chorus 2)
Yeah, yeah “yeah”
Yeah, yeah “yeah”
Yeah, yeah “yeah”
Yeah, yeah
Superstars, superstars, superstars out
Brand new cars (skrrt), we buy the bar now
Swang doors now (skrrt), f*ck on h**s now (smash)
Tats and golds (tats), rock the shows, uh
Big bank rolls (cash!), now she go, uh
For the team, uh (woo)
Now she wet, don’t ski (splash!)
Thinking bout posting her on the gram, and delete her (delete it!)
Whole gang in the field, we don’t do bleachers (uh)
Thinking bout posting her on the gram, and delete her (delete it!)
Whole gang in the field, we don’t do bleachers (uh)
(Verse 2)
Ice the gang (ice), had to ice the gang (ice)
So much ice (too much), had to ice the lane (whew)
Freeze to death (freeze), had to freeze the lane (freeze)
Camera phone, Scarface, Al Capone (Al Capone)
Turn your lights off, n*gg*, we’ve been on (been on)
Came from my block and growed up, guess I’m homegrown (homegrown)
Well known, cookie, that is my cologne (cookie, cookie)
I put my wrist inside the freezer, came out froze (ice, ice)
I put my heart inside this sh*t ’cause I was chose (heart, chose)
I put my heart inside and only God knows (God knows)
Get a Kleenex for that baby, wipe his nose (I wiped his nose)
What’s a leg? Woo! Offset! Woo! Woo! Wraith with the stars out (Wraith)
Trappin’ out the boarded house (hey)
The bricks get deported out (deported)
N*gg*s grouped out for a shout
Marvin the Martian (Martian)
I’ma put your brain up for auction (brrt)
Precede with caution (caution), Skeleton AP is frosted
I sit back and read the offense (read)
My h*e is addicted to faucets (woo)
Chanel bag is ostrich (Chanel)
Stay down, come up in the process (stay down)
Hey, private jet, yeah, Thotty wanna f**k the same s*x, yeah
Diamond mil’ mil’, yeah, I’ma keep the b*tch on welfare (woo, woo)
The pink stone real rare (rare), bling bling blaow, yeah (bling bling)
Mama got style, yeah (style), Chanel reptile, player (hey)
Geeked on Mars, gotta give the grace up to God (grace to God)
Three rockstars, nobody seein’ the gang, on God (God)
(Chorus 2)
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Tommy has a lot of respect for Kartel who first brought him to the forefront of music.”

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Spice – Duffle Bag Lyrics

Intro
Let me see that bag if you got it
Got, got, got, got it
Let me see that bag if you got it
Verse 1
I pop this booty when I see the Duffle Bag
I make it clap when he pull them rubber band
Shake for the cash
Shake for the stach
Broke I ain’t f**k with you
I tell you straight facts
When I walk out bitches pass out
B*tty rider I got my *ss out
Nigga see me take him stock out
I’ve enough of those elastic band out
Shake my *ss to the beat Gucci on my feet
Inna di club bumper up and down
Pon the grung, a so me beat
I drop this booty when I see the stock
In the Rolls Royce and I laid back
Rolex on my wrist going tick tock
Price tag when I shop, don’t Spend my money like Christie Walton
Paper on the floor thats what I walk on
Every day on the phone that me they talk on
B*tches mad cause they still used coupons
Chorus
See that bag if you got it
Stocks can’t fit your pocket
See that bag if you got it
Stocks can’t fit your pocket
See that bag if you got it
Stocks can’t fit your pocket
See that bag if you got it
Stocks can’t fit your pocket
Verse 1
Mhmmmmmmmmm
I pop this booty when I see the Duffle Bag
I make it clap when he pull them rubber bandz
Let me see the stocks
You got to have the stocks
Broke I ain’t f**k with you
I tell you straight facts
Look at me I’m flashy
Yeah, Gucci Versace
Drop this ass I drive him crazy
Ain’t no wh*re, I ain’t that trashy
Yuh nuh like me
Me nuh give a bl**dclaat
Dash money make it stuck in a yuh face like wart
Wah check out but your money short
A nuh me make me have weh you want
VIP I get
I sip Sipronie on my jet
I love much money
Just as much as Cardi B love off sex
You hate my lifestyle because I live so spoil
I got a big stock pile
Check out my profile
Ain’t got time to smile
Am counting these coil
Broke *ss b*tch ain’t seen this for a while
(Repeat Chorus)
(verse 2)
Me a hype caah me bag full a nuff money
When dutty gal see me dem envy me
Me nuh like dem
Me team nuh hungry
Stock pile up a dat kill me enemy
Me nuh know bout you
But me got it like that
Me nuh beg, me nuh barrow, me nuh sponge nor squat
Caah me card game loud and me bank book fat
Boss b*tch deal wid it like a diplomat
Walking in the club like a Vicki model
Its not my birthday but a pure sparkle
Waitress a come with ten bottle
Yeah, b*tch check my table
(Repeat Chorus)
(Repeat Chorus)
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