6ix9ine – WONDO lyrics

Scott Storch
[Chorus: 6ix9ine]
Shorty, don’t clap-back on the dick (On the dick, hey!)
Don’t clap-back on the dick (On the dick)
Bitch, when I hit that, do a split (Hey!)
When I hit that, do a trick
Shorty, don’t clap-back on the dick (On the dick, hey!)
Don’t clap-back on the dick (On the dick)
Bitch, when I hit that, do a split (Hey)
When I hit that, do a trick
[Verse: 6ix9ine]
Know I keep a tool on me
I come in the room, I might have to move on ’em
Scope with a zoom, fuck around and boom, homie
I stay with a broom on me, better move, homie
‘Fore you in a tomb, on me
We gon’ bring the MACs out, we back out and spazz out
Yeah that’s a blackout, get dragged out and packed out
Yeah, my trap house, I call it the black house
We move the packs out, we gon’ blow the mags out
[Bridge: TrifeDrew]
All in, anybody that’ll do it (Hey!)
Everybody in the party getting stupid (Hey!)
All these thotties in the party, I ain’t choosing (Hey!)
I’m off the Henny and the chuck, I might lose it (Hey!)
[Chorus: 6ix9ine]
Shorty, don’t clap-back on the dick (On the dick, hey!)
Don’t clap-back on the dick (On the dick)
Bitch, when I hit that, do a split (Hey!)
When I hit that, do a trick
Shorty, don’t clap-back on the dick (On the dick, hey!)
Don’t clap-back on the dick (On the dick)
Bitch, when I hit that, do a split (Hey)
When I hit that, do a trick
[Outro: TrifeDrew]
DVDs, porno tapes
DVDs, porno tapes
DVDs, porno tapes
Do you beat your meat to a porno tape? Ayy
DVDs, DVDs, ayy, uh
DVDs, DVDs, ayy, uh, ay, wait, uh
DVDs, ayy
DVDs, DVDs, ayy

6ix9ine – TIC TOC lyrics

Yung Lan on the track
[Chorus: 6ix9ine]
Okay, tick tock, Audemars wrist watch
I keep a stick, I keep a big Glock
You get hit, I do not miss shots
I keep a stick, I tell her, “Kick rocks”
Okay, get rocks, wrist go drip, drop
I do not kiss, you making shit hot
You think I’m dumb, I ain’t no kid
Thought you was in love
You ain’t my bitch, nah
[Verse 1: Lil Baby]
She on my drip drop
She ain’t never went both ways, but I made them lip lock
Left her at the condo for days, she was at the tip top
Might as well throw away the key, I got the streets locked
I been drinkin’ all this lean, I know I need to stop
Hoppin’ out of stolen cars, and we shoot chops and opps
Two flooded out Rolexes, they don’t tick or tock
Lemme catch your lil’ shorty, she gettin’ picked apart
Everything up to par
[Verse 2: 6ix9ine]
I got them big rocks in my ear, nuggets
I got my whole team flooded
Saks Off Fifth, I’m with your bitch
She buying everything I wanted
She fly me out to Waikiki
LV all on her bikini
Take her money, go Houdini
I call her when I want eat-eat
On my feet, you see them CC’s
Neck and ears, you see them VV’s
On my jeans, you see them GG’s
Treat that bitch like she a fefe
Big body Benz, that’s beep-beep
Hit it in the back of the Jeep-Jeep
That bitch know she a freak-freak
And the pussy staying on leak-leak
[Chorus: 6ix9ine]
Okay, tick tock, Audemars wrist watch
I keep a stick, I keep a big Glock
You get hit, I do not miss shots
I keep a stick, I tell her, “Kick rocks”
Okay, get rocks, wrist go drip, drop
I do not kiss, you making shit hot
You think I’m dumb, I ain’t no kid
Thought you was in love
You ain’t my bitch, nah

6ix9ine – KANGA lyrics

Nigga it’s fucking-
[Interlude: TrifeDrew]
Yo, chill, chill, chill, chill, chill, woah, woah, woah
You cannot say that, bro, c’mon
[Chorus: 6ix9ine]
She want me, I ain’t want her, ooh
She want me to be her boo
You so silly, don’t get it confused
Now turn around, drop it low, pick it up, ooh
Big bank, we gettin’ paid over here
Broke niggas, go stand over there
Fake ass hoes, go meet ’em over there
Little booties, they matter over here
Now stop M-M-M-Murda
[Chorus: 6ix9ine]
She want me, I ain’t want her, ooh
She want me to be her boo
You so silly, don’t get it confused
Now turn around, drop it low, pick it up, ooh
Big bank, we gettin’ paid over here
Broke niggas, go stand over there
Fake ass hoes, go meet ’em over there
Little booties, they matter over here
Now stop
[Verse 1: 6ix9ine]
Wait a minute, now I’m back at it
Back at it like a mothafuckin’ crack addict
Sex addict, I’m a mothafuckin’ sex addict
Hit shorty from the back, got her back crackin’
Back crackin’, b-back crackin’
I love ho bitches, that’s my fuckin’ problem
Yeah, I like to fuck hoes, I got a fuckin’ problem
Bang, bang, bang and a chicken wing, bitch
Yeah, I know you love how I put it down, bitch
Drop down and pick your weave up, girl
Drop down and get your Eagle on, girl
Head downtown and pick the eaters up, girl
You know them chicken-heads eat it up, girl
[Chorus: 6ix9ine]
She want me, I ain’t want her, ooh
She want me to be her boo
You so silly, don’t get it confused
Now turn around, drop it low, pick it up, ooh
Big bank, we gettin’ paid over here
Broke niggas, go stand over there
Fake ass hoes, go meet ’em over there
Little booties, they matter over here
[Verse 2: Kanye West, 6ix9ine]
That pussy get wetter than yours
That head is better than yours
I flew her out so I could fuck on tour
Flew her back ’cause my girlfriend saw
They tried to say I wasn’t black no more
About as black as Macklemore
They don’t like me ’cause I’m Mexican
Sent me back, now I’m back again
Uh, just bought a piece of Fashion Nova
Your girlfriend look like a ogre
Nigga, fat bitches need love too
My fault, Ye, I wasn’t sober
Who the fuck gon’ listen to Ebro? How Ye? How, Sway? (Ebro)
All these niggas so emo
Fuck that nigga, I’m the mothafuckin’ shit
Another old nigga on a young nigga dick
N-N-Niggas tried to say that I was canceled (Canceled)
When I asked them questions, couldn’t answer
How Ye?

Los Unidades – E-Lo lyrics

And there’s nowhere I’d rather be
When they take with the one hand and with take the other
On the day all the hands go free
And the sun’s gonna shine on me
The suns gonna shine on me
O-lo-e-o-lo-lo-lo-lo-lo
And all the people go
O-lo-e-o-lo-lo-lo-lo-lo
Mama Maria, she would take my hand
Down to el Rio sol
Saying “oye for real hijo understand
Hands can hurt or heal so”
Tell all the people go
O-lo-e-o-lo-lo-lo-lo-lo
And all the people go
O-lo-e-o-lo-lo-lo-lo-lo
And all the people go
O-lo-e-o-lo-lo-lo-lo-lo
And all the people go
O-lo-e-o-lo-lo-lo-lo-lo
Free hands go
Mama Maria, she would take my hand
Down to the Rio and flow
Baxabana ogxam baxabana ngenoxoxo
Bexakwe yinuxba xaka
Tell all the people go
O-lo-e-o-lo-lo-lo-lo-lo
All the people go
O-lo-e-o-lo-lo-lo-lo-lo
Tell all the people go
O-lo-e-o-lo-lo-lo-lo-lo
And all the people go
O-lo-e-o-lo-lo-lo-lo-lo
Free hands go
And there’s nowhere I’d rather be
Gonna raise up one hand and raise the other
Hurt me outside, inside I’m free
And there’s no enemy
Everyone is my brother
When the truth comes to set me free
And we’re not going to fall in and out with each other
On the day all the hands go free
Then the sun’s gonna shine
And the sun’s gonna shine on me
Tell all the people go
O-lo-e-o-lo-lo-lo-lo-lo
And all the people go
O-lo-e-o-lo-lo-lo-lo-lo
Free hands go
And the sun’s gonna shine on me
And I know, one day I know
The sun’s gonna shine on me
Let my hands go free
Let my hands go free
Let my hands go free
The sun’s gonna shine on me
Let my hands go free
And all hands go free
When all hands go free
The sun’s gonna shine on me

6ix9ine – WAKA lyrics

Everybody runnin’ out the room
Boom! Why is bitches tryna play me? [Verse 1: A Boogie Wit Da Hoodie]
Catch an asthma attack, the way we pull up on ya
Put the pump to his chest, make a nigga cough up
You a bum and you stressed, and that’s why you lost her
Met a nigga from the X, niggas need to boss up
She gon’ eat, you want beef, but this ain’t no burger
All my songs on repeat, that’s what’s up, your word up
I was young with the heat, walkin’ ’round with burners
Wishin’ I could wish for anything like Timmy Turner
[Bridge: A Boogie Wit Da Hoodie]
Na-na-oh, nah-oh
Na-na-oh, nah-oh
Na-na-oh, nah-oh
[Chorus: A Boogie Wit Da Hoodie]
Why this bitch tryna play me? Are you crazy? Pocket rocket in my cargos, like the Navy
Put this Tommy to his brain, please, like he Brady
Heartbreakin’ on the daily, can you save me? Are you crazy? Everybody beggin’ “Don’t shoot”
Boom! Are you crazy? You a bum, are you dumb? Pocket rocket in my cargos, like the Navy
Put this Tommy to his brain, please, like he Brady
Heartbreakin’ on the daily, can you save me? Try me, I got this gun
Run, nigga, if I’m here, don’t come
Bitch, you was expectin’ for me to hit
That’s a dub, I know you put a hole in that shit
[Verse 3: A Boogie Wit Da Hoodie]
Sawed off in the damn drawer
Got the .30 in my drawers, gotta hold my pants up
Only time she ever call is for the banana
I don’t even check my call log, I don’t answer
[Chorus: A Boogie Wit Da Hoodie]
Why this bitch tryna play me? Is she crazy? I can’t let her have my baby, you not my baby
I can’t let her have my baby, I’m actin’ shady
Heartbreaking on the daily, can you save me? [Verse 2: 6ix9ine]
Y’all gotta move, give me some room, I’m ’bout to shoot
Boom! [Verse 4: 6ix9ine]
Why this bitch tryna play me? That bitch know I’m number one, like Tracy McGrady
Know I got this .380, it’s on safety
I know all these niggas hate me, won’t let it faze me
Fuck nigga
[Verse 5: A Boogie Wit Da Hoodie]
I’ma swerve in the Maybach, I’ma do some damage
Niggas sit the fuck down if you don’t understand us
I heard niggas talkin’ ’bout they gon’ run down on us
Pull up windows down in the fuckin’ Lamb’ truck
[Outro: A Boogie Wit Da Hoodie]
Na-na-na-na-na-na-na
Na-na-na-na-na-na-na
Na-na-na-na-na-na-na
Na-na-na-na-na-na-na, yeah
Scott Storch Nigga, who the fuck asked you?

Token – Treehouse Lyrics

[Intro]
Do it
Yeah
Ay
[Verse 1]
Tell a motherfucker, “Hey, Hi, How you doin’?” Everybody move it
I’ve been this way since student
Pardon my French, I’m fluent (Bonjour)
Can’t sitcom like Seinfeld that boy always moving (Jerry, Jerry)
Every time I’m in the booth I get better, I call it a room for improvement
Ay
Still not in my prime but I beat on my chest like a primate
At your neck like violin but I’m not violent if I got something to violate
I need a mom with at least two kids, can’t be with a girl that is my age
Too dumb when I tell her I love her ’cause I really don’t wanna know how a lie taste (Ay!)
[Chorus]
God on speed dial, devil on rebound, take a little seat now (Said take a seat)
You getting kicked out the house if you ask me to freestyle (I don’t [freak?])
Token in the building and you’re lucky if I let you in the tree house (Tree, Tree, Tree, Ay)
God on speed dial, devil on rebound, take a little seat now (Woah)
God on speed dial, devil on rebound, take a little seat now (Said take a seat)
You getting kicked out the house if you ask me to freestyle (I don’t [freak?])
Token in the building and you’re lucky if I let you in the tree house (Tree, Tree, Tree, Ay)
God on speed dial, devil on rebound, take a little seat now
[Verse 2]
Just for fun, took a break but I’m not done
Why you think I don’t bite my tongue? About a G
Money on my head, that is not a bounty
Baby what’s a consequence, what’s a penalty
I decide those, I’m the fuckin’ referee (I’m the fuckin’ referee)
Airplane mode, can’t get to me (No)
Check my phone, who textin’ me? I got
[Chorus]
God on speed dial, devil on rebound, take a little seat now (Take a seat, take a seat)
You getting kicked out the house if you ask me to freestyle (I don’t [freak?])
Token in the building and you’re lucky if I let you in the tree house (Tree, Tree, Tree, Ay)
God on speed dial, devil on rebound, take a little seat now
[Outro]
Take a seat (How?)
Who’d he cost? Me? Massachusetts, where the fuck I’m from
Ya’ll know whats to come, they think that boy young and dumb
Hold up, please don’t jump the gun, ’cause that shit pop like bubblegum (Pop, Pop)
I got a couple desires I shouldn’t be fiddling with (Fiddle, Fiddle)
I am not single unless it is double or triple the chick
Pull up with a hoodie all black with a fully-automat, with a rat in the middle of it
I get ’em shakin’ and stutterin’, this ain’t a riddle it’s Ritalin kid like that
Hit ’em with the curve like that (Like that)
Doctor Seuss my rap, I’m silly with the words like that
Sleep upside down like bat (Fly)
I’m flippin’ every bird like that (Flip)
This is like a holiday but I don’t owe you anything, so why you sitting on my lap? Uh, Bitch, get off my sack
[Chorus]
God on speed dial, devil on rebound, take a little seat now (Said take a seat)
You getting kicked out the house if you ask me to freestyle (I don’t [freak?])
Token in the building and you’re lucky if I let you in the tree house (Tree, Tree, Tree, Ay)
God on speed dial, devil on rebound, take a little seat now (Woah)
God on speed dial, devil on rebound, take a little seat now (Said take a seat)
You getting kicked out the house if you ask me to freestyle (I don’t [freak?])
Token in the building and you’re lucky if I let you in the tree house (Tree, Tree, Tree, Ay)
God on speed dial, devil on rebound, take a little seat now
[Verse 3]
Ay
Hotel to the show, show to the lobby, and it all started from a hobby
Worked for myself, only got a colleague
It’s Woodstock when I stack my bands
Young bandwagon, they pounce on me
Cash register when they count on me
Baby look at all the people surrounding me, pay ’em just to look out for me, maybe they’ll be a salary, I’m on top of the balcony, how you look down on me?

6ix9ine – NUTS Lyrics

[Hook, Lil Uzi Vert]
My dough nuts, yeah my Kreme too Krispy, you can’t kiss me, lick me
Asian bitch playin’ with my balls, so I call her Misty
I fucked Trixie, then I made a wish, then saw Icky Vicky
I’m not Mixy, you niggas too iffy, my Glock got a stiffy
[Verse, 6ix9ine]
All that talking, boy, stop (boy stop)
Heard you dancing, boy, stop (boy stop)
Need a lesson, boy, stop (boy stop)
Ain’t no missing, boy, stop (boy stop)
With that popping, boy, stop (boy stop)
I know what’s cracking, boy, stop (boy stop)
What you jacking? Boy, stop (boy stop)
All that talking that you doing gon’ get your boy shot (grrah, grrah)
All them hollows in his chest gon’ make his heart stop (blaow)
With that 30 in your face, like, “what’s in your spot?” (grr, grr)
Run that bitch, run that cash, fuck with us, you cannot (fucker, fucker)
[Hook, Lil Uzi Vert]
My dough nuts, yeah my Kreme too Krispy, you can’t kiss me, lick me
Asian bitch playin’ with my balls, so I call her Misty
I fucked Trixie, then I made a wish, then saw Icky Vicky
I’m not Mixy, you niggas too iffy, my Glock got a stiffy Boy, stop (boy stop)
What you saying?

Zayn – Rainberry lyrics

Rainberry, please
You think I’m on my knees
But don’t you worry
I know what you don’t know
Don’t even start
The truth won’t break my heart
No, don’t you worry
I already know
Too many bones inside your closet
You thought you’ve buried deep
But they never let me get a minute of peace
How do you sleep? Before I go too far
Said, Rainberry
Is there somebody else
Somebody else now? Before I go too far
Said, Rainberry
Is there somebody else
Somebody else now? Tell me what’s going on? Ooh
Rainberry
Falling on your blood-red lips
Why are your eyes heavy? Ooh
Rainberry
Falling on your blood-red lips
Why are your eyes heavy? Is there somebody else you miss? Dry your eyes
‘Cause it won’t work this time
I already dried mine
And I’m not drying yours
Go wash your hands
But you can’t change the past
Ghost stories ain’t cheap now
You don’t mean it I’m sure
Too many bones inside your closet
You thought you’ve buried deep
But they never let me get a minute of peace
How do you sleep? Tell me what’s going on? Is there somebody else you miss? Ooh
Rainberry
Falling on your blood-red lips
Why are your eyes heavy? Before I go too far
Said, Rainberry
Is there somebody else
Somebody else now? Tell me what’s going on? Is there somebody else you miss? Rainberry…
Rainberry…
Rainberry, please…
Rainberry…
Too many bones inside your closet
You thought you’ve buried deep
But they never let me get a minute of peace
How do you sleep?

MISSIO – Kamikazee (Stripped) Lyrics

[Verse 1]
I am a kamikaze, I am so freaky
Freakier than a bayonet set on fire
That’s desire
I am a kamikaze, I am so easy
Easier than a bomber in the third world war
That’s for sure
[Pre-Chorus]
I shouldn’t want it, but I want it
And it’s killing my black soul
[Chorus]
I want money and power
And champagne and fame
I want money and power
My black heart’s to blame
I want money and power
And champagne and fame
I want money and power
My black heart’s to blame
[Verse 2]
I am a kamikaze, I am so guilty
Guiltier than a liquored-up mistress who runs to you
I am a kamikaze, I am so lonely
Lonelier than a patriarch labeled liar
Crushed empire
[Pre-Chorus]
I shouldn’t want it, but I want it
And it’s killing my black soul
[Chorus]
I want money and power
And champagne and fame
I want money and power
My black heart’s to blame
I want money and power
And champagne and fame
I want money and power
My black heart’s to blame
Money and power
Money and that power
Yes, I want money and power
And champagne and fame
I want money and power
My black heart’s to blame
[Outro]
I want money and I want power
I want money and I want power