Lil Mosey – Bandit Lyrics

Ooh
Ooh, yeah
Skrrt
Skrrt skrrt
Yeah, gang, ooh
Ay Royce did it right here
Hop up in the Royce, girl, I’m chasing bandits
And I just let them [?], couldn’t stand it
And we run in your crib, just like a bandit (lil bitch)
Last time I seen you niggas, poppin xanax
[?] might hold them ransom, uh
Move out to the hills, might cop a mansion
Shoot a nigga down and do the race, yuh
Brought all my hundreds to the bank now
Too much money, I need more rice
I smoked it all, I need some more pipe
I spent a hundred racks and made it right back
I slept on the 8 to get more smack
Yeah, nigga, I pulled up; straight flexing
[?] devil, you, not the west
I popped 20 xanxs and my brother brought up resting
Acting like you 12, that’s why we testing
Hop up in the Royce, girl, I’m chasing bandits
And I just let them [?], couldn’t stand it
And we run in your crib, just like a bandit (lil bitch)
Last time I seen you niggas, poppin xanax
[?] might hold them ransom, uh
Move out to the hills, might cop a mansion
Shoot a nigga down and do the race, yuh
Brought all my hundreds to the bank now
I roll up, I cashed out, uh
We run out to get packed out (Grr..)
I go shopping [?]
[?]
Yuh nigga skrrt off in the range (Skrrt skrrt)
For the sex, bitch
I just want the brain? I hit a lick
Yuh nigga got away
My diamonds dance
They even ‘dancin right now, uh
Hop up in the Royce, girl, I’m chasing bandits
And I just let them [?], couldn’t stand it
And we run in your crib, just like a bandit (lil bitch)
Last time I seen you niggas, poppin xanax, uh
[?] might hold them ransom, uh
Move out to the hills, might cop a mansion
Shoot a nigga down and do the race, yuh
Brought all my hundreds to the bank now

NAV – Fast Life Lyrics

Nobody knows
(I told them imma keep on stuntin’)
I wonder who would stick beside me if I lost it all
If I was spendin’ records would you let me blow it all? [Chorus]
Did this by myself, they said I sold my soul
(But they can’t tell me nothing)
Will the fast life ever end for me? Nobody knows
(I told them imma keep on stuntin’)
I wonder who would stick beside me if I lost it all
If I was spendin’ reckless would you let me blow it all? I’m hidin’ from my problems and the snow
I start feelin’ empty when my cup is low
Watch your drink around me, I spent three rack on my coat
Fell in love with money, first damn bag that I sold
Fuckin’ hoes and shopping gettin’ old
And he still fucked a stripper, came straight off the pole
You should know the game is sold, I never told
My favorite rappers washed up in the gettin’ old
I just seen your favorite rapper in the store
I just bought in cash, she put that shit on hold
I got a lot but yeah, I still want more
Count this money ’til my thumbs get sore
[Chorus]
Did this by myself, they said I sold my soul
(But they can’t tell me nothing)
Will the fast life ever end for me? You was there when it was time to ball
If I’m ever losing hope, you don’t ignore my calls You was there when it was time to ball
If I’m ever losing hope, you don’t ignore my calls
[Verse 1]
In L.A. Nobody knows
(I told them imma keep on stuntin’)
I wonder who would stick beside me if I lost it all
If I was spendin’ records would you let me blow it all? You was there when it was time to ball
If I’m ever losing hope, you don’t ignore my calls
[Verse 2]
My bro just told that the streets is all he know
Sendin’ money every month to give him hope
My cup is re-up, had to scrape it out the bowl
I heard he robbed the plug and now he sellin’ dope
My teachers used to call me dumb and sent me home
Karma is a bitch, and he report your soul
I just seen to rollies and I both them both
God gave me two pinkies, I put rings on both
They wanna see me lose, that’s nothing new
All this ice help me keep my cool
Couldn’t handle the pressure if you were in my shoes
I made it, I still work like I’ve got something to prove
[Chorus]
Did this by myself, they said I sold my soul
(But they can’t tell me nothing)
Will the fast life ever end for me?

Russ – Alright Lyrics

I just hope you don’t forget
Alright
I just hope you love me dead
Alright
This might be my final kiss
Alright
I just hope that I’ll be missed
Alright
And if you reminisce
I hope you find some shit
That helps you benefit and
Alright
These are crucial times
I wish the pain in me committed suicide and alright
Let my Mom control my will
Alright
Leave my friends with all a mill
Alright
Tell them all it’s not their fault
Alright
Tell my fans they feel like god
Alright
You know my stress stretches zip codes
Tryna go 100 on E
Tryna flip lows
Into muses
Do what I do’s
If deaths comes in threes then pain comes in twos’
Thank you Mom
You’re the only thing that keeps me here
I bought depression on the low but it wasn’t cheap this year
I think I reached a tier
Where everyday I keep a tear
Tucked in the holster
Like I’m tryna conceal a piece in here
I need peace in here
I’ll do whatever
On the road to finding happiness
I’ll lose whatever
That’s how I’m feelin as of late
Got a lot up on my plate
These are shoes I got exclusive
I don’t expect you to relate
It’s not written on my face
Nah its buried deep
They see me as strong
So I can’t come off very weak
I been havin scary dreams
Of death destruction despair
I guess I’m lost tryna find someone who really cares
And if you reminisce
I hope you find some shit
That helps you benefit and
Alright
These are crucial times
I wish the pain in me committed suicide and alright
Let my Mom control my will
Alright
Leave my friends with all a mill
Alright
Tell them all it’s not their fault
Alright
Tell my fans they feel like god
Alright

Russ – Fix This Lyrics

I’m dealin with a lotta pain
I don’t know which way to go
Tell it all to go away
But it be comin back for more
Momma I’ve had enough
Fix this
Sometimes it’s just too much
Fix this
I feel weak when I cry
But I just been strong too long
Please just make it stop
Sleep is my only escape
From all of the pain
But I hardly ever sleep
Cuz I have nightmares daily
I feel crazy
Rock a fake smile
What I see is not what they see
New York City I was ballin in a penthouse
Never saw this comin needa call my mom and vent now
I’m dealin with a lotta pain
I don’t know which way to go
Tell it all to go away
But it be comin back for more
Momma I’ve had enough
Fix this
Sometimes it’s just too much
Fix this
Devil breathin down my neck
I can’t lie I’ve thought about death
I think that I need to let go
Happiness is all that I show
What a show
What a show
What a show
I’m dealin with a lotta pain
I don’t know which way to go
Tell it all to go away
But it be comin back for more
Momma I’ve had enough
Fix this
Sometimes it’s just too much
Fix this

Russ – Nobody Knows Lyrics

NOBODY KNOWS
Mask up my pain
Hold back my tears
I’m going insane
Nobody knows
All by myself
Let the rain hit me
I’m going insane
Nobody knows
I take another shot
Tryna just forget all the negative
Devil laughin meanwhile god explaining the benefits
Listen financial freedom
Come and go as you please
Arenas packed out
Plus a bunch of hoes on their knees
You got your mom a house
Yea I know it seems bitter sweet
Because your parents separated
You thought money sewed seams
And now you think it’s your fault
You enabled the breakup
But that’s the power of money now you just funding the makeup
With the same tool that brought it down
Tell the waiter I don’t want no ice
I just want tequila
I don’t want it watered down
Everything I bought for y’all
I figured that I bought a crown
I figured that you know that you can get it since I got it now
I saw this goin differently
I be lookin at the 7 year old me like don’t come visit me
The public took the fun away
You’ve been robbed of all of your innoncence
I’m talkin to myself I hope I’m listening
Mask up my pain
Hold back my tears
I’m going insane
Nobody knows
All by myself
Let the rain hit me
I’m going insane
Nobody knows
Juggling the inside and outside heavy
I might call a ex chick and drink some henny
Starting off my day with some shit already
Answering the phone like I’m pissed already
Media is lyin gettin used to it
Crucifying me I needa crucifix
Guess I look the part so I might as well
Heavens where you get when you fight thru the hell
People keep slandering but I can’t respond
Because if I do y’all call me crazy say my focus is wrong
I’m feelin fed up yea
This isn’t natural no
Keep it together let it fall apart in music
I can’t let them see the pain
When I’m the one that gets them thru it
This some real life shit
Sometimes I feel like shit
Mask up my pain
Hold back my tears
I’m going insane
Nobody knows
All by myself
Let the rain hit me
I’m going insane
Nobody knows

21 Savage – monster Lyrics

(Nope)
[Chorus: Childish Gambino & 21 Savage]
Power
The money and the fame make a monster
A monster
Power
The money and the fame make a monster
A monster (Low blow)
[Verse 2: 21 Savage]
She below the belt, that’s a low blow (Low blow)
She gon’ try and blame it on YOLO (YOLO)
Niggas out here tryna rap beef (Rap beef)
I ain’t givin’ no free promo (No no)
He cuffin’, he a cop like Robo (Robo)
I’ma pass her to the gang like Romo (Romo)
Brand new ‘Rari, I’m solo (Solo)
Finna go shoppin’ in SoHo (21)
You could dump me in the middle of the ocean
I’m still comin’ out dry (Dry)
You can leave me in the jungle with bears and tigers
I’m comin’ out fly (Fly)
I’ll take the stand for my brother
Put my hand on the Bible, I’m still gon’ lie (On God)
You can have all the fame in the world
All the money in the world, won’t stop no cry (Straight up)
Pain and the hunger made a savage (Savage)
Came from the bottom, disadvantaged (‘Vantaged)
Then I started livin’ my dreams (My dreams)
That shit turned me to an addict (An addict)
It ain’t ’bout the money, you can have it (You can have it)
Shawty got a booty, I’ma grab it (I’ma grab it)
In the fast lane, tryna dodge traffic (Skrrt skrrt)
But I ain’t never dodged no static (On God)
War wounds, I got scars (21)
Teachers told me I wouldn’t be nothin’ but I went far (21)
I could pay your salary for ten years with one car (21)
All the pain and all the struggle made a superstar (21, 21, 21)
[Chorus: 21 Savage]
Power
The money and the fame make a monster
A monster
Power
The money and the fame make a monster
A monster [Intro: 21 Savage]
Power
The money and the fame make a monster
A monster
Power
The money and the fame make a monster
A monster
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, oh
Yeah, yeah, yeah, oh
[Verse 1: Childish Gambino]
Feelin’ so good, might smoke somethin’ (Ayy)
Hit it so good, might choke somethin’ (Ayy)
Might pull out, the game so weak
Fuck it, you can go and have both of ’em
Zone 6 nigga, I come from
Neighborhood soundin’ like, “Pop, pop” (Pop, pop)
Pick ’em up, roll ’em out
All of that drip drip there got young boy drop drop (Drop drop)
Ayy ayy (Ayy ayy), oh (Oh)
Where that money go? (Go)
I was livin’ fast (Fast)
They gon’ watch ’em slow (‘Em slow)
All these niggas got six figures, they won’t miss an O (O)
I’m gon’ shoot they baby mama if I got the pole, oh, ayy (Ayy)
Bodyguards goin’ through customs (Customs)
Both of them boys got handguns
‘Cause most of your friends, can’t trust ’em
Clout chasin’ (Clout chasin’)
Let me truth on the verse (Yeah)
If they paid you to do it, you don’t gotta ask what you worth
Me and Savage, we came from the dirt
If you rappin’ for money, you silly
This shit ain’t a milli’, this shit is a hundred
The industry savage and most of you average
Ain’t ‘fraid of no static, I’m bustin’, I’m bustin’
He might be an addict, he drinkin’ that ‘Tussin
He know where you live, where you work, do you trust him?

21 Savage – ​a&t Lyrics

(21, 21)
Hit a couple models, but I love the ratchets
[Chorus: Yung Miami]
(Bounce that)
Ass and titties, ass and titties (Shake that)
Ass and titties, he throw money, twenties (Bounce that)
Ass and titties (Ayy), ass and titties (Shake that)
Ass and titties (Ayy), come get savage with me
[Verse 2: Yung Miami]
Where my big dick diamond rocking foreign driving niggas at? Laurent panties she don’t wear Vicky (Straight Up)
I’m her sugar son, her sugar daddy was 50
Bounce that
Shake that, ayy
Bounce that, ayy
Shake that, ayy
Bounce that, ayy
Shake that, ayy
Bounce that, ayy
Shake that, ayy
Bounce that 100 bad bitches in the club on some hustle shit (Yup)
If you ain’t breaking bread, please don’t you touch a bitch
Bills (I got bills), I gotta pay (I gotta pay)
If you gon’ handle it for me, then we can play (We can play)
All depending how you spend it, you can stay (You can stay)
When it’s bout that money youngin’, don’t discriminate (Haha)
I don’t wanna smoke yo’ weed, I don’t wanna meet yo’ homie (nah)
We ain’t gotta let me lead if you find a nigga with it on him
I’m 21 ’bout it baby, I need that cash, you feel me? (God damn)
Booty viral, that shit need a hashtag (Yes ma’am)
She walkin’ into work like where the bags at? [Chorus: Yung Miami]
(Bounce that)
Ass and titties, ass and titties (Shake that)
Ass and titties, he throw money, twenties (Bounce that)
Ass and titties (Ayy), ass and titties (Shake that)
Ass and titties (Ayy), come get savage with me
[Verse 3: 21 Savage]
Drop it to the flo’ after she wobble and twist (Straight up)
I like em natural, I don’t like plastic booties and lip
Struggling strippers always tryna sneak in the vip (21)
You ain’t get no wristband, then you can’t get no tip (Nope)
Got a bitch a brand new G wagon and I snatched her stomach, she happy (She snatched)
100 racks on me, I’m sagging (Yeah)
Made it out the bottom, I’m braggin’ (Straight up)
Came in the club with all that fake ass jewelry on, threw a hundred dollars, he cappin’ (Cappin’)
Before I walk around trying to act like I’m something I ain’t, I quit rapping (On God)
I had to start selling bundles of weave, you wouldn’t even get her hair done (21)
If a nigga had a chance, he’d fuck my bitch, that’s why I don’t even spare none (On God)
I’m so 21, I’m so 4L, play with this shit, get redrummed (Straight up)
Bullets so big, I could be in Zone 6, fuck around and hit a nigga in Belgium (21)
[Chorus: Yung Miami]
Ass and titties, ass and titties (Shake that)
Ass and titties, he throw money, twenties (Bounce that)
Ass and titties, ass and titties (Shake that)
Ass and titties, come get savage with me
[Outro: 21 Savage & Yung Miami]
Ass and titties, hunnids and fifties (21)
Yeah, I got a girl, don’t leave no hickies (On God)
St. [Intro]
Good job 1st
[Chorus: Yung Miami]
(Bounce that)
Ass and titties, ass and titties (Shake that)
Ass and titties, he throw money, twenties (Bounce that)
Ass and titties (Ayy), ass and titties (Shake that)
Ass and titties (Ayy), come get savage with me
[Verse 1: 21 Savage]
(21) If you play the paint, I’ma go for the 3 (Straight Up)
She don’t dribble balls, but she good with the D
Stay on Fashio Nova cuz’ she get it for free
She at home, but her Instagram location the beach
She at home bro
Ass phat, baby can I grab that? (Where they at?)
Big shit poppin’, fuck that talkin’, where them dollas at? So, if you ain’t got that bag, don’t grind my ass, you hear me?

21 Savage – ​good day Lyrics

Left his kinfolk full of leaks, in the street we play for keeps
Closed casket I aimed for his head, shot him in his teeth
Mud nigga, hood nigga, op killer, thot driller
Memphis Tennessee we got real hitters
Drug dealers, cop killer, gang spitters, sauce drippers
Pussy ass niggas, you need to bleed
Draco bury you like a seed
I know you niggas ain’t liking me
Patta, all about that sack-uh
Ran up on me 45 blue Audis back-uh
Rack after rack-uh, you know I’m gone stack-uh
Treat this rap shit, man, like I’m hustling crack-uh, Patta
[Chorus: 21 Savage]
Today was a good day, ain’t have to spray the K
Today was a good day, pour some Actavis
Today was a good day, I woke up with your bitch
Today was a good day, cross her off the list
Today was a good day, ain’t have to spray the K
Today was a good day, I sold a brick of yay
Today was a good day, my brother beat his case
Today was a good day, day [Intro: Lord Infamous]
I think of murder, murder on me mind
Murder on the menu, murder on the timer
[Chorus: 21 Savage]
Today was a good day, ain’t have to spray the K
Today was a good day, pour some Actavis
Today was a good day, I woke up with your bitch
Today was a good day, cross her off the list
Today was a good day, ain’t have to spray the K
Today was a good day, I sold a brick of yay
Today was a good day, my brother beat his case
Today was a good day, day
[Post-Chorus: 21 Savage & ScHoolboy Q]
Murder with the .45, murder with the nine
Murdering that bitch, put that dick up in her spine
Murder with the .45, murder with the nine
Murdering that bitch, put that dick up in her spine (Uh, ooh)
[Verse 1: ScHoolboy Q]
I don’t do love, I don’t do hate, I don’t do gullible (Gullible, yeah)
Dope in the pantry, serving up candy, watch looking colorful (Colorful, bling)
Got an extendo, it’s a new thing, it got kick with it (Ayy, ayy)
Got a new drum, that pa-rum-pum, I can’t miss with it, uh
I’m in the four door (Four door), driving it solo (Ayy, nyoom)
Nigga, it’s stolen, hope out and park ’em, nigga, then walk home (Brrap)
All of this gang talk, gang talk
Walk with me, red dot on your head turn green
Turn your Twitter fingers to a crime scene (Splat, splat, splat)
Street sweep sweep sweep (Whoop, whoop)
Wonder how I get the dope so cheap
Plug walk, get the bags off me (Whoop, whoop, whoop)
Two for ten going in all week
Twin Glocks don’t pretend round me, uh (Brrt)
Hit the deck, going down ’round me (‘Round me)
Couple shots have a ’round ’round me (Ayy, ayy)
One clip but it came twelve deep (Whoop, whoop, whoop)
[Chorus: 21 Savage]
Today was a good day, ain’t have to spray the K
Today was a good day, pour some Actavis
Today was a good day, I woke up with your bitch
Today was a good day, cross her off the list
Today was a good day, ain’t have to spray the K
Today was a good day, I sold a brick of yay
Today was a good day, my brother beat his case
Today was a good day, day
[Interlude: Lord Infamous]
Niggas they die, many die, die, dead niggas
I pull the trig-, pull the trig-, pull the trigger
Niggas they die, many die, die, dead niggas
I pull the trig-, pull the trig-, pull the trigger
[Verse 2: Project Pat]
Got the bull for 50 things, now he wanna kill me now
50 drums, air his mammy house, do he feel me now?

Snoop Dogg – Crip Hop Lyrics

[Intro: Snoop dogg]
Aye Whoo Kid, this shit right here is straight 1980-something, you know what I’m sayin’
Aye Half Dead, I got my nigga Half Dead up in there
Aye Half, remember that old school shit we used to do
Kick some of that like ’84 shit for these niggas
[Bridge (2x)]
Crip Hop, we break it up
We drop it on a table then we rake it up
We put it in the paper then twist it up
And put a lighter on that bitch and get fucked up
[Chorus: Snoop Dogg]
Bigg Dogg is back, and you know we got a hell of a sack
I said Bigg Dogg is back and you know we got a hell of a sack
I said Bigg Dogg is back in the Snoop Deville Cadillac
I said Bigg Dogg is back
[Verse 1: Snoop Dogg]
Well it was just one day that I’ll never forget
I mean I tried to stop smoking but I just couldn’t quit
I called up the diggy-doc on the telephone
But it seems that the doctor was not home
To my surprise, I had to open my eyes
I’m trying to visualize Snoop Dogg without being high
It’s like a hell of a picture
I used to never think weed was something I’d get addict to
Aye baby girl you know I wanna stick it to ya
If it’s cool with you, then light it up boo
“Well I don’t really smoke that stuff, I mean smoke that much
Okay I guess I’ll get fucked up”
So everything went according to plan
So I went up in this bitch up off of weed and hemp
She told me that she liked it, I told her that I did too
I said: you know DJ Whoo Kid? well bitch suck his dick too
And turn the TV on MTV2
So I can watch the Osbournes cause that’s what I wanna do
Hell yeah I smoke weed right in front of you
And tell you whatcha gonna do, bitch that’s whatchu gonna do
Bitch I’m Snoop Foxy, dropping game on yo’ ass, pimpology
Come follow me, and smoke with me
The bitches here nigga straight VIP
[Bridge: Snoop Dogg]
The Bigg Dogg is back, and you know we got a hell of a sack
The Bigg Dogg is back and you know we got a hell of a sack
The Bigg Dogg is back in the Snoop Deville Cadillac
The Bigg Dogg is back

A Boogie wit da Hoodie – Voices in My Head Lyrics

[Intro]
Monsta’s gon’ tear it up
[Verse 1]
All she ever wanted was my heart to hurt
No attachments, just a Gucci purse
She know I’m mad rich, she think I’m usin’ her
My diamonds mad rich, they so rude to her
And the way I’m actin’ is all due to her
If I think she thottin’, I’m gon’ do it first
I’m gon’ call my side bitch and we gon’ do the work
She know I’m from Highbridge, my chain show through the shirt
The feds locked my man up, free Montana
Damn, all he ever wanted was his bands up
They gave him 10 years for nothin’, keep your head up
If any niggas start to fret, nigga, lay ’em out
Just listen to all my tracks
‘Cause I don’t wanna do no interviews, I’m not into that
And I be feelin’ like I’m Malcolm, I got the X on my back
And every nigga in the X can vouch for me, that’s a fact
I dropped my first mixtape and yeah, that shit ran laps
By the time I dropped The Bigger Artist, like seven million in plaques
Got too much gold, I’m way too smart to leave my crib without straps
And any nigga run up on us gon’ get hit like that
And I’ma be like nigga started what I started
Skinny nigga with a Patek and a Pyrex
Any nigga could get embarrassed, come and try it
Any nigga could get a bad bitch, just go and buy shit
[Chorus]
I know, I know
You’re just like all the bitches I know
Why do you know all the bitches I know? I think we’re better off as rivals, yeah
I know, I know
Why do you know all the bitches I know? You’re just like all the bitches I know
You’re just like all my fuckin’ rivals, yeah
[Verse 2]
And I know, I know
You’re just like all the bitches I know
Insecure, so you got that lipo
I feel like I’m the rappin’ Michael, yeah
I think I’m better off without you
And you think I don’t know about the things you do
But I do all the same fuckin’ things you do
We are both the same, I am just like you, yeah
I know that you get in your feelings, baby, me too
Sometimes I swear I say some shit that I don’t mean to
I make you feel a type of way, I make you evil
When I was broke, they used to treat me like I’m see-through
They killed my nigga Quado in the projects
And then they killed Beasty, free PeeWee
I swear to God, somebody better die next
And if it’s one of my niggas, nigga, free me

Young Scooter – I Need a Real Bitch Lyrics

[Intro: Young Scooter]
Ayy Twaun, turn that beat down, haha
Haha
Allergic to broke bitches, haha
[Chorus: Young Scooter]
Me and my boss bitch, we makin’ moves (We makin’ moves)
Finesse a nigga quick, that’s what she do (Finesse)
Me and my boss bitch, we countin’ up checks (Count up)
Sheisty bitch, she’ll steal that chain from ’round your neck (Yeah)
Jugg queen, my lil’ bitch, she act a fool (She act a fool)
Road runnin’, I had to take that bitch to Skoob (Road runner)
Vacuum seal a half a million, that’s how we move (Yeah)
She super gutter, rob a nigga without a tool
[Verse 1: Young Scooter]
My bitch a criminal like Mike, yeah, she smooth (Yeah, she smooth)
In the streets it ain’t no motherfuckin’ rules
Real talk, you know that money overrule
How to traffic bricks, I took her ass to school (Traffic bricks)
If you listen to what I say then we can’t lose (Nah)
She went from Air Max to three thousand dollar shoes (True story)
Lick over a ticket, that’s the only way I move (Count up)
My bitch explicit, that’s with everything she do (Finesse)
I need a boss bitch, bad bitch (Bad bitch)
I’m runnin’ from broke bitches (Runnin’ from broke bitches)
Shittin’ on my ex bitch, gettin’ rich with real niggas (Yeah)
Allergic to broke niggas (Broke), life ain’t a joke, nigga
Pussy nigga piss me off, I let his ho work the door, nigga (Street)
[Chorus: Young Scooter]
Me and my boss bitch, we makin’ moves (We makin’ moves)
Finesse a nigga quick, that’s what she do (Finesse)
Me and my boss bitch, we countin’ up checks (Count up)
Sheisty bitch, she’ll steal that chain from ’round your neck (Yeah)
Jugg queen, my lil’ bitch, she act a fool (She act a fool)
Road runnin’, I had to take that bitch to Skoob (Road runner)
Vacuum seal a half a million, that’s how we move (Yeah)
She super gutter, rob a nigga without a tool
[Verse 2: Karlae]
Okay, Karlae, yeah
See I never let a nigga get too close (Yeah)
And if I let them double back, that’s a kick door (Yeah)
Tunnel vision, I’m the first to spot his foe (First to spot his foe)
With half these niggas say they hard, but they gon’ fold (Yeah)
Yeah, check 400K, yeah, shout out to a real one (Yeah)
Tryna play me out some pussy, I got the right one (Not me)
I been the boss bitch, and you better bring that check in (Yeah)
But I do not check in
A lot of ice on me, Wayne Gretsky
Gotta hit the class for a lesson
Told Scooter gon’ bring the Tech in
Big pockets on me, bitch, I’m precious (Yeah)
Flawless diamond my necklace (Yeah)
No jeweler, we’ll leave you neckless (Yeah)
And if I fucked him once, he still pressin’ (Yeah)
Been down with Black Amigo (Yeah)
Pretty hair black bitch like a migo (Yeah)
Keep me on him like his pistol (Ugh)
[Chorus: Young Scooter]
Me and my boss bitch, we makin’ moves (We makin’ moves)
Finesse a nigga quick, that’s what she do (Finesse)
Me and my boss bitch, we countin’ up checks (Count up)
Sheisty bitch, she’ll steal that chain from ’round your neck (Yeah)
Jugg queen, my lil’ bitch, she act a fool (She act a fool)
Road runnin’, I had to take that bitch to Skoob (Road runner)
Vacuum seal a half a million, that’s how we move (Yeah)
She super gutter, rob a nigga without a tool
[Verse 3: Miss Mulatto]
Yeah, yeah
I’m a real ass bitch, that’s why he fuck with me (Yeah)
And my nigga in the streets, ain’t no one touchin’ me
I been taxin’ for the purse, I can’t do shit for free (Brrt)
Told him keep his chains on when he fuckin’ me (Uh, yeah)
He got that Ruger, ain’t fightin’ no more, I got shooters, yeah, yeah
Lil’ bitch, I’m cooler, I been countin’ up like a ruler, yeah, yeah
Bad bitch, he tryna lock me down like a troop, yeah
Bad bitch, know I’ma ride that nigga like a scooter, yeah
If he say get him, I got him, it ain’t a problem, we gon’ set his ass up
He want a lil’ bitch that’s poppin’, lil’ bitch that got it, one to put the cash up
Better keep the shit tucked (Yeah)
We gon’ wet his ass up
Nigga playin’ like he tough
I’ma make him fall in love, yeah
[Chorus: Young Scooter]
Me and my boss bitch, we makin’ moves (We makin’ moves)
Finesse a nigga quick, that’s what she do (Finesse)
Me and my boss bitch, we countin’ up checks (Count up)
Sheisty bitch, she’ll steal that chain from ’round your neck (Yeah)
Jugg queen, my lil’ bitch, she act a fool (She act a fool)
Road runnin’, I had to take that bitch to Skoob (Road runner)
Vacuum seal a half a million, that’s how we move (Yeah)
She super gutter, rob a nigga without a tool

RuPaul – Don’t Funk It Up Lyrics

[Verse 2: Latrice Royale]
Situation got you feeling down and low
In times like that, you gotta let it go
Got you all uptight, better stand up, fight
Just know everything’s gonna be alright
And you can always count on your friends
The answers are right there within
So, be bold, be strong, get your life, go on
Don’t let haters dim your light, shine bright, bright
[Chorus: Lizzo]
Don’t funk it up
If you’re gonna funk it, don’t funk it up
(Well, here I come, ooh, henny!)
Don’t funk it up
If you’re gonna funk it (Don’t funk it up)
Don’t funk it up
If you’re gonna funk it, don’t funk it up
(Don’t funk it up)
Don’t funk it up
If you’re gonna funk it (Don’t funk it up)
[Verse 3: Manila Luzon]
Give it everything you’ve got
You rock, then things go wrong
Might not go the way you want
Take it from me, Manila Luzon
If you fail, girl, so what? If you fell, get back up
Gotta try, try, try again
[Verse 4: Trinity The Tuck]
Clap back, time to say “no more”
Hear the people’s voice that you can’t ignore
We’re here to fight for our equal right
Girl, no fake news, gotta tell the truth
No time for hate, so let’s go, uh
They say, “shut up,” tell them no, uh
Where’s the love? Standing up, it’s time to fight
Get psyched, get hype, spread the love ’cause it’s right
[Verse 5: Valentina]
I love you so much, mi amor, so much I wanna die
If you were to hurt me, baby, I’m leaving tonight
Eres mi amor y te regalo mi coochie-coo
When loving you, baby, [?] crazy
‘Cause I am not the fool
[Chorus: Lizzo]
Don’t funk it up
If you’re gonna funk it, don’t funk it up
(Don’t funk it up)
Don’t funk it up
If you’re gonna funk it (Don’t funk it up)
Don’t funk it up
If you’re gonna funk it, don’t funk it up
(Don’t funk it up)
Don’t funk it up
If you’re gonna funk it (Don’t funk it up)
[Outro: Lizzo]
Ooh, ooh, woah
Don’t funk it up [Chorus: Lizzo]
Don’t funk it up
If you’re gonna funk it, don’t funk it up
Don’t funk it up
If you’re gonna funk it
(Well, here I come, ooh, henny!)
Don’t funk it up
If you’re gonna funk it, don’t funk it up
(Don’t funk it up)
Don’t funk it up
If you’re gonna funk it (Don’t funk it up)
[Verse 1: Gia Gunn]
For those of you who don’t know me
I put the “T” in the “LGB”
Don’t worry about what you call me
‘Cause I know who I be
I’m a woman who does drag
But don’t confuse me with those hags
Be the best you and I’ll be
The best that I can be, yes, God!

Hillsong UNITED – Whole Heart Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Hold me now
In the hands that created the heavens
Find me now
Where the grace runs as deep as Your scars
[Chorus 1]
You pulled me from the clay
Set me on a rock
Called me by your name
And my heart whole again
[Verse 2]
Lifted up
And my knees know it’s all for Your glory
That I might stand
With more reasons to sing than to fear
[Chorus 1]
You pulled me from the clay
Set me on a rock
Called me by your name
And my heart whole again
[Chorus 2]
So here I stand
High in surrender
I need You now
Hold my heart
Now and forever
My soul cries out
Once I was broken
But You loved my whole heart through
Sin has no hold on me
’Cause your grace holds me now
[Verse 3]
And that grace
Owns the ground where the grave did
Where all my shame remains
Left for dead in Your wake
You crashed those age-old gates
You left no stone unturned
You stepped out of that grave
And shouldered me all the way
[Chorus 2]
So here I stand
High in surrender
I need You now
Hold my heart
Now and forever
My soul cries out
Once I was broken
But You loved my whole heart through
Sin has no hold on me
‘Cause your grace holds me now
[Bridge]
Healed and forgiven
Look where my chains are now
Death has no hold on me
‘Cause Your grace holds that ground
And your grace holds me now
Your grace holds me now
Your grace holds me now
Your grace holds me now
[Chorus 2]
Here I stand
High in surrender
I need You now
Hold my heart
Now and forever
My soul cries out
So here I stand
High in surrender
I need You now
Hold my heart
Now and forever
My soul cries out
Once I was broken
But You loved my whole heart through
Sin has no hold on me
’Cause your grace holds me now
[Bridge]
Healed and forgiven
Look where my chains are now
Death has no hold on me
‘Cause Your grace holds that ground
And your grace holds me now
Your grace holds me now
Your grace holds me now
Your grace holds me now
Healed and forgiven
Look where my chains are now
Death has no hold on me
‘Cause Your grace holds that ground
And your grace holds me now
Your grace holds me now
Your grace holds me now
Your grace holds me now

Ciara – Love Sex Magic [Jason Nevins Electric Bounce Radio Mix] Lyrics

I see you on the floor, get it girl Your touch is so magic to me
The strangest things can happen
The way that you react to me
I wanna do something you can’t imagine
Imagine if there was a million me’s talking sexy to you like that
You think you can handle, boy
If I give you my squeeze and I need you to push it right back
Baby, show me, show me
What’s your favorite trick that you wanna use on me
And I’ll volunteer
And I’ll be flowing and going
Till clothing disappears, ain’t nothing but shoes on me, oh, baby
All night show with just you and the crowd
Doin’ tricks you’ve never seen
And I bet that I can make you believe
In love and sex and magic
So let me drive my body around ya
I bet you know what I mean
Cause you know that I can make you believe
In love and sex and magic
Everything ain’t what it seems
I wave my hands and I got you
And you feel so fly assisting me
But now it’s my turn to watch you
I ain’t goin’ stop you if you wanna grab my neck
Talk sexy to me like that
Just do what I taught you, girl
When I give you my heat and I need you to push it right back
Baby show me, show me whats your favorite trick that you wanna use on me
And ill volunteer, and ill be goin’ and goin’ to movin’
This appears to nothin’ but shoes on me, oh baby
All night show with just you and the crowd
Doin’ tricks you’ve never seen
And I bet that I can make you believe
In love and sex and magic
So let me drive my body around ya
I bet you know what I mean
Cause you know that I can make you believe
In love and sex and magic
Oh, this is the part where we fall in love (sugar)
Oh, let’s slow it down so we fall in love
But don’t stop what you’re doing to me
All night show with just you and the crowd
Doin’ tricks you’ve never seen
And I bet that I can make you believe
In love and sex and magic
So let me drive my body around ya
I bet you know what I mean
Cause you know that I can make you believe
In love and sex and magic
All night show with just you and the crowd
Doin’ tricks you’ve never seen
And I bet that I can make you believe
In love and sex and magic
So let me drive my body around ya
I bet you know what I mean
Cause you know that I can make you believe
In love and sex and magic
Uh, yeah, uh uh uh, yeah I see you on the floor
Get it girl, love, sex and magic
I see you on the floor, You know what I mean
Get it girl, I bet that I can make you believe in love and sex and magic, ow!

Comethazine – Jumpman 4’s Lyrics

[HOOK]
I’m a rich nigga you a hoe ass dork
I might fuck this bitch up in some Nike shorts
Step a nigga out in some Jumpman 4’s
Gang up in this bitch looking like task force
I’m a rich nigga you a hoe ass dork
I might fuck this bitch up in some Nike shorts
Step a nigga out in some Jumpman 4’s
Gang up in this bitch looking like task force
[VERSE]
Ran out of words i don’t got no more
Shoot them with the beam I gotta’ hit the store
Feeling like that nigga when I walked in the door
Ran up with this choppa sent that nigga to the lord
I don’t count money that what my bank telling for
And my credits score issa’ 774
Gaspack loud so its hard to ignore
This cookie pack will knock a nigga out make him snore
Jewelry on a nigga that you can not afford
Wrist look like water like i got it at the shore
[HOOK]
I’m a rich nigga you a hoe ass dork
I might fuck this bitch up in some Nike shorts
Step a nigga out in some Jumpman 4’s
Gang up in this bitch looking like task force
I’m a rich nigga you a hoe ass dork
I might fuck this up bitch in some Nike shorts
Step a nigga out in some Jumpman 4’s
Gang up in this bitch looking like task force