Imagine Dragons – Stuck Lyrics

[Chorus]
Time goes by and still I’m stuck on you
Yeah, time goes by and still I’m stuck on you, ooh, you, ooh
[Verse 1]
I been afraid, don’t wanna fade out of my body
I been astray, barely awake, floating above me
Covered in red, what can I say? Where did you go? I’ve been a zombie
I’m feeling like I’ve been locked in a grave
You were the laugh, you were the life, you were the party
You were the brave, I was the weak, you were the army
You were the faith, you were the truth, I was the sorry
I’m feeling like you’ve been taking away
[Pre-Chorus]
You were my one, you were my one
When all has been said, all has been done
You were my one, you were my one
Now I am left reaching above me, oh, oh
[Chorus]
Time goes by and still I’m stuck on you, ooh, you, ooh (Woah-oh)
Yeah, time goes by and still I’m stuck on you, ooh, you, ooh
[Verse 2]
Why did you leave? Didn’t you know you were the home, you were the only? Why did you go leaving me lonely? Where did you go? Come back to me
[Pre-Chorus]
You were my one, you were my one
When all has been said, all has been done
You were my one, you were my one
Now I am left reaching above me, oh, oh
[Chorus]
Time goes by and still I’m stuck on you, ooh, you, ooh (Woah-oh)
Time goes by and still I’m stuck on you, ooh, you, ooh (Woah-oh)
Time goes by and still I’m stuck on you
Yeah, time goes by and still I’m stuck on you, stuck on you, you, you
Oh, oh, oh, woah (Woah-oh, woah, oh)
Oh, oh, oh
As time goes by, as time goes by, woah
Time goes by and still I’m stuck on you, ooh, you, ooh (Woah-oh)
Time goes by and still I’m stuck on you, ooh, you, ooh (Woah-oh) Where did you go?

Jonas Blue – Desperate Lyrics

Say it isn’t so
[Chorus: Nina Nesbitt]
‘Cause I’m so desperate for you
I can taste your skin on my tongue (My tongue)
Yeah, I’m so desperate for you
No, I can’t be the only one
[Verse 2: Nina Nesbitt]
I can imagine making all of what’s mine yours
All yours, yeah
Don’t have to ask if I feel some sort of way
‘Cause it’s yours and I’m knowin’
It’s yours and I’m knowin’
[Pre-Chorus: Nina Nesbitt]
Ooh-ooh-ooh, give me a sign
That you feel it too
Baby, cross the line
Yeah, ooh-ooh-ooh, I need to know
Am I making this up? Say it isn’t so
[Chorus: Nina Nesbitt]
‘Cause I’m so desperate for you
I can taste your skin on my tongue (My tongue)
Yeah, I’m so desperate for you
No, I can’t be the only one
[Post-Chorus: Nina Nesbitt]
I can’t be the only one, ooh
So desperate for you, uh-huh
Only you
[Chorus: Nina Nesbitt]
I’m so desperate for you (So desperate for you)
I can taste your skin on my tongue (On my tongue)
Yeah, I’m so desperate for you (So desperate)
No, I can’t be the only one
I can’t be the only one [Verse 1: Nina Nesbitt]
If there’s a body that I haven’t loved yet
It’s yours, it’s yours, mmm
If there’s a presence that I haven’t touched yet
It’s yours, it’s yours, yeah
You’re standin’ so close, I feel your greatness
Oh, all this tension, it makes me anxious
‘Cause if there’s a body that I haven’t loved yet
It’s yours (It’s yours), it’s yours
[Pre-Chorus: Nina Nesbitt]
Ooh-ooh-ooh, give me a sign
That you feel it too
Baby, cross the line
Yeah, ooh-ooh-ooh, I need to know
Am I making this up?

Tee Grizzley – Hooters Lyrics

(Doubted me?)
My Prada fit on, is you proud of me? Big face Relly, no tick-tock (No tick-tock)
Big boy bag, no Ziploc (No Ziploc)
She wanna talk to me privately (Privately)
Sendin’ me pics of her privacy (Flick)
Please don’t become a opp to me (No)
That’s like screamin’ body me (Bow!)
Police come get me I do like a G
And be quiet like I’m in the library
[Pre-Chorus]
If I tell my niggas to die for me, them niggas dyin’ (Rah, rah, rah)
And I’ll do the same, this shit ain’t one-sided
Hundred racks on me, no re-up, it’s profit
Fuck up your city then meet with the pilot (Nyoom!)
Yeah, yeah, we outta here (Gone)
Yeah (Yeah,) yeah (Yeah,) yeah (Yeah,) we outta here (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
[Chorus]
Shittin’ on niggas, no sewer (No sewer)
Teachin’ these niggas, no tutor (No tutor)
Niggas run around actin’ just like hoes
Go get a job at Hooters (No tutors)
Shittin’ on niggas, no sewer (No sewer)
Teachin’ these niggas, no tutor (No tutor)
Niggas run around actin’ just like hoes
Go get a job at Hooters (Hooters)
[Outro]
Yeah, yeah (Yeah,) we outta here (No sewer)
Yeah, yeah (Yeah,) we outta here (No tutor)
If I tell my niggas to die for me, them niggas dyin’ (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
And I’ll do the same, this shit ain’t one-sided (No Hooters)
Hundred racks on me, no re-up, it’s profit (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Fuck up your city then meet with the pilot (We outta here!)
Yeah, yeah, we outta here [Intro]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
If I tell my niggas to die for me
And my niggas ask me to die for ’em
Tay Keith, fuck these niggas up! (Proud of me?)
Ain’t got no Activis, Quali- me (Quali-)
Opps keep droppin’, they tired of me? Pow!)
[Pre-Chorus]
If I tell my niggas to die for me, them niggas dyin’
And I’ll do the same, this shit ain’t one-sided
Hundred racks on me, no re-up, it’s profit
Fuck up your city then meet with the pilot (Nyoom!)
Yeah, yeah, we outta here
Yeah (Yeah,) yeah (Yeah,) yeah (Yeah,) we outta here, ayy
[Chorus]
Shittin’ on these niggas, no sewer (No sewer)
Teachin’ these niggas, no tutor (No tutor)
Niggas run around actin’ just like hoes
Go get a job at Hooters (Hooters)
Shittin’ on these niggas, no sewer (No sewer)
Teachin’ these niggas, no tutor (No tutor)
Niggas run around actin’ just like hoes
Go get a job at Hooters (At Hooters, nigga!)
[Verse 2]
Label just called
Said the check was clearin’ now
Take a dime, pin her down
Scream my name, lemme hear it loud
I tell a bitch to top me, that bitch gon’ top me
Can’t do the same, that shit one-sided
I just tacked on you a real big diamond
Shit, it’s blindin’, where did you find it? (Bow!)
Hey, little dog, keep my name out your mouth
(Keep my name out your fuckin’ mouth, nigga)
I’m a big dog, have niggas that’ll aim at your house
(Brrraaa! [Pre-Chorus]
If I tell my niggas to die for me, them niggas dyin’
And I’ll do the same, this shit ain’t one-sided
Hundred racks on me, no re-up, it’s profit
Fuck up your city then meet with the pilot (Nyoom)
Yeah, yeah (Yeah,) we outta here
Yeah (Yeah,) yeah (Yeah,) yeah (Yeah,) we outta here, ayy
[Chorus]
Shittin’ on niggas, no sewer (No sewer)
Teachin’ these niggas, no tutor (No tutor)
Niggas run around actin’ just like hoes
Go get a job at Hooters (At Hooters)
Shittin’ on niggas, no sewer (No sewer)
Teachin’ these niggas, no tutor (No tutor)
Niggas run around actin’ just like hoes
Go get a job at Hooters (At Hooters)
[Verse 1]
Treat these hoes like one point gang (One gang)
I’m leavin’ right after I score (Swish)
I walk in Gucci like “What you got in the back?”
“Don’t want what y’all got on the floor” (Exclusive)
Just bought a crib in The A (Mansion)
That bitch look like a resort (Big)
Y’all do the shit for the fame
Keep the awards, give us the rewards (Okay)
Ayy, remember back when niggas doubted me?

Tee Grizzley – Mr. Grizzley Lyrics

[Intro]
My chain cost the same way I keep it, that’s 100
Got about five chains, nothin’ but half a ticket
Hahaha
[Verse 1]
Huh, black Lamb with the black seats (Lambo)
Give her back shots ’til her back weak (Uh)
Huh, six figures when they tax me
Know some street niggas makin’ M’s livin tax-free (My niggas)
Look, your bitch called but her bag cheap (Haha)
Huh, and we don’t want the load ‘less the bag cheap (Cheap)
Hit the dope then exhale like a spreadsheet
Hundred racks last week, that wasn’t even a fast week (Slow)
Tell that bitch I’m tryin’ to wake up to the neck (Neck)
I don’t go to sleep in Nike, but I wake up to a check (Check)
Fuck a bitch, bust on her face, jump on a jet
Block her number, now her theme song Drake, “I’m Upset” (I’m Upset)
[Chorus]
Bust a Rolly down just to boast (Boast)
AP or the Patek, I don’t know (I don’t know)
I’ma Warren Buff- and do the most
And this bitch so wet, it’s like I threw her off the boat (Talk to ’em)
Lotta dirty money needs soap (Yeah)
If I text she might screenshot posts (Yeah)
This a tennis chain, not a rope
Broke up with your nigga, good move, he a joke (Yeah)
[Verse 2]
I heard she don’t answer DMs (Oh yeah?)
I’ma still shoot my shot like “What’s the deal?” (What up?)
Ass so pretty, don’t matter if it’s real (Nah)
No competition, she know she badder than them (I got)
Six incomes, stay afloat (Yeah)
Couple Adderall, stay awoke (Yeah)
Instagram whore, I made her ride on this dick
She a cool little bitch, we caught a vibe at the Ritz (At the Ritz)
All these niggas wanna add they two cents (What?)
Little money never told big money shit
Trap nigga with a label, come sign for a brick
I can start a campfire ’cause I’m ridin’ with them sticks, plus I
[Chorus]
Bust a Rolly down just to boast (Boast)
AP or the Patek, I don’t know (I don’t know)
I’ma Warren Buff- and do the most
And this bitch so wet, it’s like I threw her off the boat (Talk to ’em)
Lotta dirty money needs soap (Yeah)
If I text she might screenshot posts (Yeah)
This a tennis chain, not a rope
Broke up with your nigga, good move, he a joke (Yeah)

Tee Grizzley – Bitches On Bitches Lyrics

[Intro: Lil Pump]
Yeah, bitches on bitches
Ooh, bitches on bitches, yeah, yeah, Lil Pump
Ooh, bitches on bitches, ooh, ooh
Ooh, J Gramm
[Chorus: Lil Pump]
Ooh, bitches on bitches (Bitches)
Give your ass a bean, now you’re showin’ off titties (Ooh, yeah)
Bitches on bitches (Huh?)
Young rich nigga, bitches call me eight figures (Yeah, ooh, brrt)
Bitches on bitches (Ooh)
Pop two mollies, bitch, now I feel lifted (Yeah)
Ooh, bitches on bitches (Bitches)
I’m too rich, man, I don’t wanna listen (Ooh, ooh, brrt)
Bitches on bitches (Yeah, ooh)
Bitches on bitches (Bitches on bitches, ooh)
Bitches on bitches (Ooh)
Young rich nigga, bitches call me eight figures (Yeah, ooh, brrt)
Bitches on bitches (Ooh)
Pop two mollies, bitch, now I feel lifted (Yeah, ooh, brrt)
Bitches on bitches (Yeah)
I’m too rich, man, I don’t wanna listen (Ooh, ooh)
[Verse 1: Tee Grizzley]
My bitch thick with a bag (Thick)
My bitch rich with a ass (Thick)
Lame niggas don’t get to grab (Lame ass)
Fuck niggas don’t get to smash (Fuck nigga)
Weak hoes don’t get a pass (At all)
Installation and bundles, two racks (Two racks)
Niggas stay in her DM’s (DM’s)
Big ass, nice titties, waist snatched (Waist snatched)
In the streets, on the net, I’m trending (I’m trending)
Ride in the Ghost with all bitches (Skrrt)
Niggas layin’ in your bushes, they blend in (Killers)
Fuck a bitch from the back, make her thicker (Shut up, slut)
She slurp me up, but I ain’t lick her (At all)
Threw her some count, had to tip her (I did)
If you not gon’ rain in them clubs (Them clubs)
You don’t deserve to see the strippers
[Chorus: Lil Pump]
Ooh, bitches on bitches (Bitches)
Give your ass a bean, now you’re showin’ off titties (Ooh, yeah)
Bitches on bitches (Huh?)
Young rich nigga, bitches call me eight figures (Yeah, ooh, brrt)
Bitches on bitches (Ooh)
Pop two mollies, bitch, now I feel lifted (Yeah)
Ooh, bitches on bitches (Bitches)
I’m too rich, man, I don’t wanna listen (Ooh, ooh, brrt)
Bitches on bitches (Yeah, ooh)
Bitches on bitches (Bitches on bitches, ooh)
Bitches on bitches (Ooh)
Young rich nigga, bitches call me eight figures (Yeah, ooh, brrt)
Bitches on bitches (Ooh)
Pop two mollies, bitch, now I feel lifted (Yeah, ooh, brrt)
Bitches on bitches (Yeah)
I’m too rich, man, I don’t wanna listen (Ooh, ooh)
[Verse 2: Lil Pump]
Thirties on thirties (Ooh)
Wear a lot of Louis, lot of Fendi and Versace (Ooh)
I don’t stress hoes, left her waitin’ in the lobby (Nope)
Show the AP when I see the paparazzi (AP, ooh)
Left wrist, right wrist wet (Ooh)
Got a new Patek and it cost more than your damn rent (Wow)
Last week, I had a threesome on a jet (Damn)
Got my auntie cookin’ up dope like a chef (Yeah, ooh)
Whip it up, Lil Pump, fuck it up, count it up (Brrt)
Pull up in a ‘Rari, take a shit on your Acura (Ooh)
Smash on your thottie, drop her off at Santa Monica (Huh?)
And the fake followers you got, it ain’t adding up (No)
Hit a ho from the back, throw her off a ladder (Ladder)
Bring a bitch back, she had to see a chiropractor (Ooh)
I don’t even care, bitch, I’m rich, it don’t matter (No)
You got a bad bitch, oh well, mine badder (Ooh, ooh)
[Chorus: Lil Pump]
Ooh, bitches on bitches (Bitches)
Give your ass a bean, now you’re showin’ off titties (Ooh, yeah)
Bitches on bitches (Huh?)
Young rich nigga, bitches call me eight figures (Yeah, ooh, brrt)
Bitches on bitches (Ooh)
Pop two mollies, bitch, now I feel lifted (Yeah)
Ooh, bitches on bitches (Bitches)
I’m too rich, man, I don’t wanna listen (Ooh, ooh, brrt)
Bitches on bitches (Yeah, ooh)
Bitches on bitches (Bitches on bitches, ooh)
Bitches on bitches (Ooh)
Young rich nigga, bitches call me eight figures (Yeah, ooh, brrt)
Bitches on bitches (Ooh)
Pop two mollies, bitch, now I feel lifted (Yeah, ooh, brrt)
Bitches on bitches (Yeah)
I’m too rich, man, I don’t wanna listen (Ooh, ooh)

Aloe Blacc – All I Want for Christmas Is You Lyrics

[Chorus]
All I want for Christmas, yeah, is you (I said it now)
All I want for Christmas, yeah, is you (I said it now)
All I want for Christmas, yeah, is you (I said it now)
All I want for Christmas, yeah, is you (I said it now)
[Verse 1]
I don’t want a lot for Christmas
There’s just one thing I need
I don’t care about the presents
Underneath the Christmas tree
I don’t need to hang my stocking
There upon the fireplace
Santa Claus won’t make me happy
With a toy on Christmas Day
[Pre-Chorus]
I just want you for my own
More than you could ever know
Make my wish come true
‘Cause all I want for Christmas is you
[Chorus]
All I want for Christmas, yeah, is you (I said it now)
All I want for Christmas, yeah, is you (I said it now)
All I want for Christmas, yeah, is you (I said it now)
All I want for Christmas, yeah, is you (I said it now)
[Verse 2]
I won’t ask for much this Christmas
I won’t even wish for snow
And I’m just going to keep on waiting
Underneath the mistletoe
I won’t make a list and send it
To the North Pole for Saint Nick
I won’t even stay awake to
Hear those magic reindeer click
[Pre-Chorus]
I just want you here tonight
Holding on to me so tight
What more can I do? Won’t you please bring my baby to me? [Verse 3]
I don’t want a lot for Christmas
This is all I’m asking for
I just want to see my baby
Standing right outside my door
[Pre-Chorus]
I just want you for my own
More than you could ever know
Make my wish come true
‘Cause all I want for Christmas
Is you
[Chorus]
All I want for Christmas, yeah, is you (I said it now)
All I want for Christmas, yeah, is you (I said it now)
All I want for Christmas, yeah, is you (I said it now)
All I want for Christmas, yeah, is you (I said it now)
All I want for Christmas, yeah, is you
All I want for Christmas, yeah, is you
All I want for Christmas, yeah, is you
All I want for Christmas, yeah, is you (I said it now) ‘Cause all I want for Christmas is you
You, baby
[Chorus]
All I want for Christmas, yeah, is you (I said it now)
All I want for Christmas, yeah, is you (I said it now)
[Bridge]
All the lights are shining
So brightly everywhere
And the sound of children
The laughter fills the air
And everyone is singing
I hear those sleigh bells ringing
Santa, won’t you bring me the one I really need?

Lil Durk – 100 Grand Lyrics

(sure-y)
He done told on the whole squad, no sorry
[Verse 3: A Boogie Wit Da Hoodie]
Yeah, look at my wrist, that’s a Patek, yeah
Look at my neck, that’s another Patek, yeah
Givenchy sweats with a Moncler vest, yeah
Fuck my ex, fuck all my exes, yeah
She cut me off, so I fuck her best friend, yeah
She hit me up and I seen a message, yeah
Smith & Wesson, fuck a Tekken, yeah
Hit his head then that’s a dead man, yeah
Hit his head now he a dead man, ooh
Hit his head now learn a lesson, ooh
I’m so blessed now, I’m a blessing, ooh
You a dub now, I’m finessing you
[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
I just spent a hundred grand on my jewelry (jewelry)
I just spent a hundred grand on my jewelry (jewelry)
You say, you say that’s your mans, are you sure-y? (Are you sure-y?)
He done told on the whole squad, no sorry (Turn up, come on)
[Verse 2: Lil Durk]
I just blew a big bag today on my diamonds (Turn up, come on)
Everything too real, be honest
Uh, uh, we be pushing the Porsche in the trenches (Skrrt)
Came a long way hopping fences
Cash, credit, shawty fix her titties
But these niggas don’t get it, ooh
I just bet 100K on Floyd, oh (Cash)
I ain’t going if I ain’t on that floor, oh
100K bust out the plastic (Turn up)
100K flood out the Patek
West coast we hot in (JoJo)
Fuck around, hide in the attic (Go, go)
Uh uh, tell that DJ play this shit right back, uh-huh (Turn up)
Young fly nigga, pick up where he slack (Where he slack, ayy)
Too hot up in this club, get off my back (Get off my back, ayy)
Don’t wanna hit your cup if it’s not Act, Act
[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
I just spent a hundred grand on my jewelry (jewelry)
I just spent a hundred grand on my jewelry (jewelry)
You say, you say that’s your mans, are you sure-y? 9 (Hitmaka)
Hundred racks, hundred racks, hundred racks, oh my God
Mari beats, turn me up, up
[Verse 1: Ty Dolla $ign & Lil Durk]
It’s all these diamonds on her ’cause she mine (She mine)
Yeah I do this shit for fun (For fun)
Champagne showers ’til she cum (‘Til she cum)
I just popped a perc for everyone (Everyone)
Wraith, watch, PCA drop (Turn up)
Time machine the road, suicide the top (Top)
Down town parking lot, penthouse shot (Turn up)
You just wifed a thot, she up but she not (Yeah yeah)
[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign & Lil Durk]
I just spent a hundred grand on my jewelry (On my jewelry)
I just spent a hundred grand on my jewelry (On my jewelry)
You say, you say that’s your mans, are you sure-y? (sure-y)
He done told on the whole squad, no sorry
[Outro: Ty Dolla $ign]
It’s all these diamonds on her ’cause she mine (Wow)
Yeah I do this shit for fun (Fun)
Champagne showers ’til she cum (‘Til she cum)
I just popped a perc for everyone (Everyone) [Intro: Lil Durk]
In this motherfucker smellin’ like a hundred racks
Smellin’ good with this Bond No.

Lil Durk – Is What It Is Lyrics

I’m on the Lam’ with 300 guys, yeah
You not a street nigga
You see a shootout, you gon’ get excited
You not a street nigga
Instagram watch your murder, you gon’ get indicted, yeah
Now my page on private (Page on private)
Now my phone on silent (Phone on silent)
I ain’t tryna answer no questions (Answer no questions)
I don’t know what happened (Nah)
All I know is he was cappin’, trippin’
Callin’ my phone, tellin’ his business
I don’t wanna hear ’bout no killin’
And you ain’t one of them niggas who killin’
[Chorus]
Fresh up out of bed, got a call, he was dead
It is what it is, fuck ’em all, we ain’t scared
Back back to that shit, we hit it all with some fear
He said that he ain’t tell, what he said ain’t gon’ stick
Fly in, then you don’t fuck, then I’m not payin’ for your expense
I told him order that Benz but send in back up, it ain’t the kin
Niggas stick your hand in, always ask for a hand out
I’m fuckin’ up with my backend, I walk in Chanel and I cash out
I need that check
I need that check, I need that check, I need that check
I need that check, I need that, I need that check
I need that check, I need that check, I need that check
I need that check, I need that check, I need that check [Intro]
Southside
DJ on the beat so it’s a banger
[Chorus]
Fresh up out of bed, got a call, he was dead
It is what it is, fuck ’em all, we ain’t scared
Back back to that shit, we hit it all with some fear
He said that he ain’t tell, what he said ain’t gon’ stick
Fly in, then you don’t fuck, then I’m not payin’ for your expense
I told him order that Benz but send in back up, it ain’t the kin
Niggas stick your hand in, always ask for a hand out
I’m fuckin’ up with my backend, I walk in Chanel and I cash out
I need that check
I need that check, I need that check, I need that check
I need that check, I need that, I need that check
I need that check, I need that check, I need that check
I need that check, I need that check, I need that check
[Verse 1]
I need that check right now
I’m in the stu’ off the X right now, yeah
Rollin’ on air right now
Fuck around, text their ex right now
You not so tough right now
You in my city, you a guest right now (Uh)
We ain’t gonna talk about drip
I’m in Chanel, you in Guess right now (Pussy)
I hit the road for the shows
Just run up, gon’ bring their poles with ’em
A lot of these niggas so lame
Don’t pull up, you ain’t got your loads with ’em
These bitches be playin’ with their nose
I pull up with a bag of Cole Bennett
I pull up on Izzy for gold
55K for some gold pendants
I’m sellin’ drugs to my tenants
Broke niggas always try to come with opinions (Yeah)
Ridin’ through the city in a Bentley
Could’ve been tinted, Chanel, but I want that Bentley (Uh)
Realest nigga that you’ve come upon
Free Ralo, he run up a marathon
Good gas like a Marathon
Killin’ shit with their hazards on
A fresh 20 just to add it on
I put 20 in my Rag & Bones
Type of shit I be braggin’ on
Make a call, put a ratchet on you
You a goofy, they gon’ stash it on you
You ain’t gang, don’t ask for money
O.T., they tax to join
[Chorus]
Fresh up out of bed, got a call, he was dead
It is what it is, fuck ’em all, we ain’t scared
Back back to that shit, we hit it all with some fear
He said that he ain’t tell, what he said ain’t gon’ stick
Fly in, then you don’t fuck, then I’m not payin’ for your expense
I told him order that Benz but send in back up, it ain’t the kin
Niggas stick your hand in, always ask for a hand out
I’m fuckin’ up with my backend, I walk in Chanel and I cash out
I need that check
I need that check, I need that check, I need that check
I need that check, I need that, I need that check
I need that check, I need that check, I need that check
I need that check, I need that check, I need that check
[Verse 2]
I’m standin’ on couches with CCs
Gotta watch out ’cause they shootin’ up FEFEs
They told me don’t go without bein’ ’round killers
‘Cause killers be watchin’ these VVs
You think he a killer, but his ass a goofy
I heard he be ridin’ the weewees
His lil’ bitch be trippin’
She ask for some Gucci, but she know she get on her knee-knees
Audemars, bust it down, 30, I bust it down
Niggas won’t lower the pounds
You vouchin’ for clowns, you can’t come around (Pussy)
Nowadays, niggas fight, these niggas gon’ pull out cell phones
Nowadays when we fight, my niggas gon’ pull out a nail gun, yeah
One call for raw beef, they tryna nail somethin’
Don’t condone the violence
But if you gon’ nail him, nail him ’cause they’ll tell somethin’
No threats on the internet
I told my guys don’t go way into that
Next time don’t have your kids with you
I’ma tell lil’ folks to go finish that
Go get the Bentley, MAC
I nut on my bitch with a pretty ass
You not right there, where you really at?

Chief Keef & Fredo Santana – Bags Lyrics

T, ay
GBE the new Cash Money, Bling Bling
Hunnid pints on my dresser, I’m a fiend
I don’t wanna focus, get up on yo knees
Finna pour a four then take my ass to sleep
Don’t need no cosign, bitch I’m certified in the streets
And I don’t go nowhere without my fuckin’ heat
[Chorus: Chief Keef & Fredo Santana
I got 10 racks
I got 20 racks, 30 racks
I got 40 racks
I got 50 racks, dirty racks
I got 60 racks
I got 70 racks, 80 racks
Got a hunnid racks
Hunnid in a strap, hunnid pack
I got 10 bitches out here sellin’ ass for that cash
I got 10 niggas out here that’s gon blast for my ass
I got 10 shooters on the front and on the rooftop
I got 10 traps and them bitches movin’ nonstop
[Verse 3:]
I got 3 watches
I got 2 maids, 1 mansion
I got 7 chains
I got 8 beamers, none rented
I got marble floors, marble countertops, none granite
I got all this guap, go and get you some, young nigga
I got 11 thousand 50’s, 12 thousand hunnids, ain’t none little
I got 5 thousand ones in the strip club, they know I live it
I got 5 bricks, 10 traps, boy I really get it
Everything you already done, I already did it
I got 5 Glocks, 3 MACs, and 2 K’s
Run up on me, boy your stupid, I’m too crazy
Can’t put my trust up in a bitch or nigga, they two faced
Everywhere that I go, it’s a shootin’
[Chorus: Chief Keef & Fredo Santana
I got 10 racks
I got 20 racks, 30 racks
I got 40 racks
I got 50 racks, dirty racks
I got 60 racks
I got 70 racks, 80 racks
Got a hunnid racks
Hunnid in a strap, hunnid pack
I got 10 bitches out here sellin’ ass for that cash
I got 10 niggas out here that’s gon blast for my ass
I got 10 shooters on the front and on the rooftop
I got 10 traps and them bitches movin’ nonstop [Chorus: Chief Keef & Fredo Santana
I got 10 racks
I got 20 racks, 30 racks
I got 40 racks
I got 50 racks, dirty racks
I got 60 racks
I got 70 racks, 80 racks
Got a hunnid racks
Hunnid in a strap, hunnid pack
I got 10 bitches out here sellin’ ass for that cash
I got 10 niggas out here that’s gon blast for my ass
I got 10 shooters on the front and on the rooftop
I got 10 traps and them bitches movin’ nonstop
[Verse 1: Chief Keef & Fredo Santana]
I got trash bags full of money, ay
I got mad bags full of money, ay
I got glad bags full of money, ay
Don’t get mad, go and get some money, ay
I pity the fool that go against me, ay
So much ice, thought I was Mr.