JT Machinima – Ride or Die Lyrics

Wanna go toe to toe in a showdown? Leave your wife home, unless you want me to do yours
I left behind the quiet life
Why? You’ll take the next one dear
Put you to sleep six feet deep under me
Then any memories left of you will become tumbleweeds
Call my steed, kick it off, giddy up, got no time for fisticuffs
Take your hands stick em up, then your cash, give it up
I’m a stud who’s just as hung as a huge horse
Make the ladies swoon as soon as I’m through the saloon doors
Abs like a washboard, who wants a few chores? my wild side doesn’t like to hide
I’m tryna find a goldmine, that’d be dynamite
But if I can’t I hold a ransom at the highest price
Cuz fuck nine-to-fives I’m the kind of guy for heists
With a whiskey-drinkin’ problem, I don’t mid the vice
Check the sky, when it’s high noon, time to strike
I’m a deadeye, get out of my line of sight
We all know the law has bounds
That they’ve drawn around
That won’t stop us now
Your corruption draws us out
Now your once calm town
Has a bodycount
I’m an outlaw, are you proud pa? Let me ask one question, where the cash at? draw
You can bet when my Winchester sounds off
Even butch Cassidy’s bunch would up and bounce, Y’all
Covered in bulletholes – is how you’ll be found
The smell of your blood is smothered by all the gunpowder around
You’ll become another chump in one of my stories that I can tell
By the fireside at night, children gather around
Hark the legend of the hardheaded, Arthur Morgan
John Marston’s taking notes, I was long before him
I’m a rolling stone, a lone-rangin’ rockstar
But I’m not on my own , otherwise I wouldn’t have got far
Doesn’t mean I don’t keep my cards close to my own chest
Trust is tough to be earned living in the wild west
Whoever’s by your side whether you’re in fight or flight
In the end, your only friend is you to ride or die
If they try to stop ya, rise up and fight
When you’re cuffed and locked up, time to ignite
Got you goin off like dynamite
Just like papa taught ya, ride or die
We don’t do it for the ladies
You’re my ride or die
No it ain’t about the money
Be my ride or die
I guess we’re all a little crazy
We are ride or die
We only do it cuz we love it I’m rolling with the bad cats, in the blackhats
I’m basically a beast of burden, baggin’ fat stacks
Empty out your bank account and then we’ll wrap fast
I never had any problem resolved with words
Rather whip out a revolver first
Tell every woman to drop her purse
She’s not gonna need it for knockin spurs
God, for what it’s worth
I never gone to church
I never got to learn right and wrong
I’m a lot of work for the
Lawman – why would I run and hide
I’m the best lookin crook on any wanted sign
Not gonna haul me off and lock me up alive
Cuz we roll deep, and we’re ride or die
Yup ride or die, you can ride on by
Or the railroads where you’re gonna lie, hogtied
And I got the quickest draw to keep you all in line
No rush for gold cuz I got my pockets lined
I’m never settling down, cuz I’m a traveling man
That’s why I know these roads like the back of my hand
We keep chugging, gotta stay on track
We’ve hoarded enough scores we could break our backs
Better tell the undertaker to get the shop open
I rode into town with both my guns smoking
The barrels so hot the sand would feel colder
I got cobwebs on my revolver’s holster
If they try to stop ya, rise up and fight
When you’re cuffed and locked up, time to ignite
Got you goin off like dynamite
Just like papa taught ya, ride or die
We don’t do it for the ladies
You’re my ride or die
No it ain’t about the money
Be my ride or die
I guess we’re all a little crazy
We are ride or die
We only do it cuz we love it
Step into the wild west frontier
Where the tracks have been laid with plenty of sweat, blood, tears
Anyone looking for men who behave, ain’t gonna get none here
Take a ticket for the pain train, cuz I’m the engineer
Gonna get off of the rails, so then I can just steer
Forget redemption I think revenge is my next carreer
Nobody better betray the gang, you’ll get hung, clear? Why am I diggin’ up graves?

M.I.A. – Reload Lyrics

Had to be ????? Gonna get you from all around
Well that’s ok
Shit’s tired anyway
Is you down? ???? I want Public Enemy back
Chatty Flava and ??? around
It’s ok
I’ll be good
Is you down
From all around
Well that’s ok
Shit’s tired anyway
[Hook]
Ok Reload
Coming at you like Al Pacino
Is you down? Who gon’ come save us
Have to fight back that popstars’ bullshit
[Hook]
Ok Reload
Coming at you like Al Pacino
Is you down? Ok Reload
Like Scarface, Al Pacino
[Verse 1]
You got some nerve talking shit about me
When you ain’t that phat tho (??)
Yeah yeah be the time
Now it’s time I’m coming off my parole
??? ????? the time with Bently, the gold, the yoga, Prada, Louis V ??? Ok Reload
????? ‘Cause I know I know shit
Nothing on me she got the goods
[Pre-Hook]
Is you down
?? fell far too deep
Ok cocaine now
Ganja, rizzla, sensimilia
???? Gonna get you from all around
[Continues] Gonna get you from all around
[Verse 3]
You got your head switched
You came into ???? ????? ????? ????? I spit on the ground
You don’t know? playa
Let me see what you got on
Yeah yeah tracksuit still with your hoodie on
‘Member that girl that you called Lose (???)
Yeah last week I saw her ????? back home
[Hook]
Ok Reload
Coming at you like Al Pacino
Is you down
Gonna get you from all around
Ok Reload
Coming at you like Al Pacino
Is you down
Gonna get you from all around
[Verse 2]
We’re much to young
???? Yeah yeah I’m a heartbreaker
What happened to you
Aren’t you ????

Nicki Minaj – Dip Remix lyrics

I know you wanna do it for the gram, right?*
D.A. Doman]
Young Money! I’m in, this shit is big
I came to flex, look in the mirror
Look at your ass, fuck a career
How you make a g-string just disappear
She like buy me all this shit, I need bags, I need fits
I need cash, I need cash, I’m just really nigga rich
Make it splash, make it splash, but before I get you dripped
I just got one question, bitch
[Chorus: Tyga]
Can you make it dip, make it dip, make it dip
Make it dip, make it dip, make it dip, make it dip
Here, baby, take a sip, take a sip
Take a sip, take a sip, lick your lips, lick your lips
Yeah, baby, I just wanna see you dip, see you dip, make it dip
Make it dip, make it dip, make it dip, make it dip
Yeah, baby, take a sip, take a sip, take a sip
Take a sip, take a sip, take a sip
Yeah, baby, show me how you make it dip
[Outro: Nicki Minaj & Tyga]
Ayo, what’s poppington, I’m depositin’
All these M’s while you motherfuckers gossipin’ (Show me how you make it dip)
All this cocksucking, eat a box or something
Ice out your little watch, with some rocks or something
What’s poppin? What’s poppin? [Intro: Nicki Minaj, Tyga, & D.A. What’s poppington? Like man that pussy wavy
Yeah, I had to dash, like damn baby I’m Stacey
W-When you turn ’em down, these clowns turn into babies
Who got the juice be sending you niggas brazy
W-W-Who got ’em mad? got that dope
Yeah, hah
[Verse 1: Tyga]
First things first, I fuck, get all the money
Bitches love me, keep it hunnid
Bitches like you, ’cause you funny, niggas ain’t stunners
I’m the one that came and fuck the summer
I got a black Barbie, she in to ménages
I’m a fuck her all night ’till I cum nothing
Sip got me buzzin’, I am not a husband
I can be your daddy, ’cause I am a motherfucker
Fuck niggas muggin’, these niggas sweet, muffin
Put my seed on her face she get smashed like a pumpkin
Ooh, she love it, do me rougher
Talk that nasty, when I smack your ass cheek
[Chorus: Tyga & Nicki Minaj]
Can you make it dip, make it dip, make it dip
Make it dip, make it dip, make it dip, make it dip
Here, baby, take a sip, take a sip
Take a sip, take a sip, lick your lips, lick your lips
Yeah, baby, I just wanna see you dip, see you dip, make it dip
Make it dip, make it dip, make it dip, make it dip
Yeah, baby, take a sip, take a sip, take a sip
Take a sip, take a sip, take a sip
Yeah, baby, show me how you make it dip
[Verse 2: Nicki Minaj]
Uh, ayo
I think he wanna dippy the tippy, then put it on my lippy
Even when it get sticky, he know it still got the drippy
Yeah I’m pulling your card though, got him calling me Ricky
All these bitches my minis, got him calling me Mickey
All that rah-rah never was the icon issue
Harper’s Bazaar, I’m covering the icon issue
I got issues, yeah bitch, I got issues
W, Vogue, Cosmo (I got issues)
I always pull up with some barbie dolls, thick in the thighs
I said we looking for some brain, where the Wizard of Oz
Last nigga was a dope dealer, hell of a guy
He said the pussy top…5, dead or alive
[Chorus: Tyga]
Can you make it dip, make it dip, make it dip
Make it dip, make it dip, make it dip, make it dip
Here, baby, take a sip, take a sip
Take a sip, take a sip, lick your lips, lick your lips
Yeah, baby, I just wanna see you dip, see you dip, make it dip
Make it dip, make it dip, make it dip, make it dip
Yeah, baby, take a sip, take a sip, take a sip
Take a sip, take a sip, take a sip
Yeah, baby, show me how you make it dip
[Verse 3: Tyga]
Santana bandana on the twist
Got your bitch wave ridin’ on my dick
Man, these niggas ain’t shit
I done came back with the hits
Fresher than the pillow with the fuckin’ mint
What I said? (Show me how you make it dip, make it dip, make it dip, make it dip)
Make it dip n’ make it dip n’ make it drop again, (make it dip, make it dip, yeah baby show me how you make it dip)
You know Barbie God got it on lock again, (make it dip, make it dip, make it dip, make it dip)
Westside, with Tyga, fucking to pop again, uh (make it dip, yeah baby show me how you make it dip)
Who got the juice be sending you niggas brazy
Who got ’em mad? Like man that pussy wavy
All these niggas want me to love ’em like I’m Keke
Got ’em in they feelings since they seen me in FEFE (ooh)

Lady Leshurr – 3AM In Brum Lyrics

[Intro]
Yo, me no rap around this year ya know
Look
[Verse 1]
Here comes the “Big baddie” (woo)
Big bars, big talent, you’re invalid
Big bank, big balance, got a big batty (woo, woo)
Flows hot, it’s in Cali and it’s static (yeah)
I don’t need a Big Daddy (haha)
Man, it’s 20-L-teen and I’m back and full of force (yeah)
You don’t wanna go there like there’s acid on the floor
Man you couldn’t get it patterned even if you had it drawn (woo, woo)
Got ’em all stressed out like they’re battling divorce, huh
[Verse 2]
And it’s hard you was at the altar
You thought you’d embark on it for the culture (hah)
You started it likkle rodent
They light as a feather Wingardium Leviosa (woo, woo)
And if you do not want to hear the truth do not war with her (nah)
Think ya bad because you got a tool she turn to carpenter (woo)
Watch me nuh
Knocking down your crew like a domino (yeah)
Do not holla me or follow me
Block me off Twitter, cha
[Pre-Chorus]
They don’t want no drama na (Na)
Mi ah guh send ’em to the corner shop (He-he-he)
Your new ting looks like Aunty Barbara
[Chorus]
Flows are bullets du-du-du-du-duu, hit up all ah ya (Blow!)
Du-du-du-du-duu, hit up all ah ya (woo)
Flows are bullets du-du-du-du-duu, hit up all ah ya (Blow!)
Du-du-du-du-duu, hit up all ah ya (woo)
Flows are bullets du-du-du-du-duu, hit up all ah ya (Brrr!)
[Verse 3]
It’ll leave Italy ya body in Venice no Italia
Yeah I got a link to couple G’s in Somalia (yeah)
Talking all these straps oh baby please buy a guitar for ya (yeah)
Go over their heads for man
It will get on top for ya, it’ alot for ya (woo)
I’ll be waiting in the parking lot for ya
Four rings in the whip I will send the car to ya, clarter ya (woo)
Leave ’em leaning like a drunk in mardi gras
I’m too hot for ya, lava ya, then say tarrah ta ya
[Verse 4]
Couple gyal started with me, I’ll finish off for ya (yeah)
I just keep sending them love that’s a heart attack
I will snatch a wig, you’ll catch a fade, I’ll have to barber her
Say it with your chest, I’ll unhook the bra for ya (woo)
Rattatata to ya with ya weak excursion
When there’s trouble you desert, you’s a cheesecake person (yeah)
Now I got ’em shaking in their boots, believe they twerking
You’s a clone of me (woo), you the Btech version, look
[Pre-Chorus]
Nah they don’t want no drama, nuh (Nuh, nuh, nuhh)
Mi ah guh send ’em to the corner shop (Yeah-yeah)
Your new ting looks like Aunty Barbara
[Chorus]
Flows are bullets du-du-du-du-duu, hit up all ah ya (Blow!)
Du-du-du-du-duu, hit up all ah ya (woo)
Flows are bullets du-du-du-du-duu, hit up all ah ya (Blow!)
Du-du-du-du-duu, hit up all ah ya (woo)
Flows are bullets du-du-du-du-duu, hit up all ah ya (Brrr!)
[Outro]
Hit up all ah ya
Mi ah guh hit up all ah ya
Hit up all ah ya
I’m one in a million like all ah ya

Lil Xan – Worst Day Ever Lyrics

[Intro: Lil Xan & $teve Cannon]
Yeah
And it’s the worst day ever (Yeah)
Yeah
And it’s the worst day ever (Ay)
[Verse 1: Lil Xan]
I overheard a convo, yeah (Woo, woo, woo)
Sounded like you liked him (Yeah)
I ain’t mad that she cool girl (Brrt, brrt, brrt)
I’ve been fucking bitches since you said the first word
I was off them pills too, yeah
Maybe I’ma die too (Maybe I’ma die too)
Hope I just don’t die soon (Hope I just don’t)
I said “I hope I just don’t die soon” (Hope I just don’t)
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Orange and black coffin (Brrt, brrt)
Yeah, have it painted by an orphan (Brrrrrt)
I’m a demon but you know it (Know it)
Yeah, I break hearts because my heart is broke
[Verse 2: $teve Cannon]
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Hell yeah, I grew up and screw up
Shit go around like a Hula
Lost in a trap like Bermuda
I smoke my dope to this music
Think I’m seein’ illusions
These people think I might lose it
Back on the Xan’s and I’m coolin’
Off with their head, throw up deuces
And it’s the worst day ever
Higher than I’ve ever been
Hit me up at night ’cause she know I need that medicine
Workin’ ’til the lights turn out
Wake up and do again
All my niggas ’round
Oh my god, there’s only few of them
Swimmin’ in that ocean, I don’t even see the coast
And don’t know which side to has some lean
So I could fly through my feelings
I really feel like it’s over
I really wish I was sober
I really wish I was older
I really wish I was in it
[Refrain: Lil Xan]
Yeah, aye
And it’s the worst day ever, yeah
And it’s the worst day ever, yeah
And it’s the worst day ever, yeah
And it’s the worst day ever
[Outro: Lil Xan]
Rest In Peace
Xanarchy

G Herbo – All In Lyrics

[Verse]
Remember I was gang banging
Earning my lil stripes and got my name ranging
Rap got me getting money now my name ringing
Heard my cousin say that he gone let that fame change him
Yeah you right I might go buy 2 just to change ranges
Might run it up and think about you throw some change your way
Can’t go back to my old self I’m tryna change your ways
See my life from both ways
I ain’t been asleep in 4 days
Everybody off molly, cocaine
I prefer to stay in my lane
I know they funding me
They dying to see what go on in my brain
Might have 3 bad bitches with me I’m tryna get some 4 play
Take a pic when I wake up I fell asleep in Dolce
In Mardi Gras I’m having too much I lost the Rollie
Probably having too much too much fun I lost the Rollie
In Mardi Gras I’m having too much fun I lost the Rollie
I smoke 2 zips on canal
Woke up and popped a rozay
Got my bitch with me and she hot to 5th degree
I keep my stick with me it’s not like (?) efficiently
Shoot long range like Fazo
Run up just like Pistol P
I might go out like I’m Roc on the block where I be
I feel like Lil Gage that bitch just might be bigger than me
What happened to that boy still a mystery
Used to ride out with that sword but thats history
Now I’m selling out on tour guess that’s victory
I was born official
Gangster to the fucking gristle
My bitch a gangster
She get mad cause she can’t hold a pistol
I keep a lil shooter with me
Not to mention still got a lil shooter in me
Everywhere I go
Even when I’m on the go
Got a (?) Glock or ruger with me
What’s with me? Niggas wanna see me up top with the rest of the Gs
And I’m in O’Hare airport LV backpack full of Gs
Or I’m at the (?) jumping off the Japanese
I’m in my black truck
Smoke one and I’m catching Zs
All I hear a bunch of fuck shit got me catching Zs
You rap niggas need to go out to some spelling bees
Killing yourself fucking with that fake promethazine
No it ain’t no clean
I used to drink on hella lean
Don’t let Instagram and fame infiltrate your team
I went home to 50k I was just a teen
If they head ain’t in the game then adjust your team XD
They gone settle for less
Rage out with the tec
Until they respect me
When it’s five out
Hit him in his face, chest, in the head, in his neck if a nigga test me
Never had bullet proof vests on me pull up on Essex and see
Won’t see my name on no statement
You ain’t tote them pipes get arrested with me
2 am back on the block it’s too hot know you ain’t (?)
Paid to record in new studios niggas ain’t had none invested in me
I met the streets before 21
Imma young OG a blessing to be
Wish I can get everybody but
We know the truth it be messing with me
Just cause I ain’t in the hood no more do that make me less of a G?