Missy Elliott – All 4 U Lyrics

Rah! [Intro: Missy Elliot]
Sexy! [Verse 1: Missy Elliott]
Baby what’s up with you tonight
You wanna get busy I can read your mind
Baby, I can see you looking
Pour some champagne and you might get lucky
Touch on me, touch on me, gimme gimme honey
I don’t want ya, want ya money
I just want you get on me (come on!)
I’ve been checking you from across the room
Money ain’t a thing baby, what it do
Ain’t no need to keep on waiting (yah!)
Tell them other bitches they can keep on hatin’
It’s you that I want and I want what I want
And I get it, get it, get it, get it, get it
[Chorus: Missy Elliot]
It’s all for you
Don’t you turn it down
Til I show you my move
You won’t be disappointed (I like this!)
Hey there shorty let me get that thang
Let’s see how long that thing hang
[Verse 2: Lil Wayne]
Okay Missy, uhhhhm
I know what you’re looking for
Got you butt naked in the condo cooking for
A nigga like Weezy, please say the baby
And just like I’m begging I please all the ladies
Ease off the Richtor Scale, lil ‘girl
Make you feel it in your pussy to your fuckin’ fingernails
I’m a beast with it baby, you ever had it beasted? Oooh…
Let’s go! We gon’ keep it sexy yall
You dig? Leave that thing pink like Easter
Kiss ya on each of ya lips, yep all four of ’em
Dammn, shawty just won’t let go of ’em
She gon’ need more of ’em, I leave that thing wetter
I beat that thing up and then I kiss it ’till it’s better

JT Machinima – I Can Do Anything Lyrics

I see you now, I know how you end up encaged
You’ve fallen so far, and then farther
Deep into the dark, darker, yet darker
I was but a taste, it only gets harder
Keep a friend close – and remember what you’ve taught her
[Pre-Chorus 3: JT Music]
Yet, maybe there is hope you’ll see
Your shackles don’t need any broken keys
How little weight any choice that we make is carrying
But if nothing matters, can I do anything? (Bars?)
I foresee chaos collapse a fragile house of cards (Cards)
So run around the ring, you’re bound to drink from Founts of Dark (Dark)
You’ll do your strongest, just so long as you’re not out of hearts (You’re not out of hearts)
[Verse 3: JT Music]
For a Lightner, you’re awful blinded
Every fate is firmly formed, don’t deny it
Atop the tipsy tower sits a tyrant
Deliver him a Devilsknife – see it smilin’? Don’t be sad, you’re not so bad, it’s just a numbers game
So if you end up dead, well then I’m not the one to blame
We’re not in control, who could hold the puppet strings? Perhaps, perhaps not
Mischief, mischief, a chaos, chaos! [Chorus: CG5]
Bring me the broken keys
Bring joy back to my hearts
We shall all be set free
I can do anything
Do you enjoy this game
You play within your hearts? [Chorus: CG5]
Bring me the broken keys
Bring joy back to my hearts
We shall all be set free
I can do anything
Do you enjoy this game
You play within your hearts? [Intro: JT Music]
Boo hoo, uee hee hee…. Join the club, tell the friends you bring
With my hearts, diamonds, I can do anything
Your minds are confined, it is I who can break locks
Show you the way, you could say I’m a great boss
Am I your friends? [Pre-Chorus 2: JT Music, CG5]
By the time that you’ve played your parts (Oooohhh)
A nightmare will awaken in your hearts
When the game has ended, and every fight stopped
If you need to leave me, please keep the lights off! You might get help from this Jevil’s tale
[Verse 2: JT Music]
I was the best court jester, long before
But the boring kings brought upon me – snore
So this former performer was forced to retire
But now I’ll certainly set these curtains on fire
I’m clever, clever, cuz I never did my time
Though I promise I am innocent of any wicked crime
You’ll be safe playing with me, but I may make you dizzy
My cryptic vernacular will have your head spinning
When you were dealt a hand, yes the deck was rigged
But you’re the ace in the hole, you could wreck the King
Having fun? Oh woe is me-eee…
[Verse 1: JT Music]
Welcome to the Dark World, devoid of decisions
Lacking in losers or winners
Yet a beauty is joying within my heart
And my hearts go out to you sinners
Lo, behold these approaching visitors
How I pity you unwitting prisoners
I see from behind these bars
Just how deprived of freedom you three are
See, I’m not a puppet strung out for your entertainment
Though I’m locked away, only you are in containment
In the dark, only blind eyes see
There’s a game to be played that will set minds free
You need to find the key, key, unlock the door
Step outside with me – be a pawn no more
Mind your HP, cuz I’m keeping score
I never had such fun, fun before
[Pre-Chorus 1: JT Music]
I am the freed one, but I’m the only
My little freedom grows so lonely
How I wonder what for you’re searching
Come and see what keeps my world turnin’
[Chrous: CG5]
Bring me the broken keys
Bring joy back to my hearts
We shall all be set free
I can do anything
Do you enjoy this game
You play within your hearts? Oh woe is me-eee… This world cannot be tamed
We can’t cut, cut the strings
[Instrumental: CG5]
La la la la la la la la la la la la-la la
La la la la la la-la
La-la la-aaa-aaa
La la la la la la la la la la la la-la la
La la la la la la-la
La-la la-aaa-aaa
[Bridge: JT Music, CG5]
If this is prison, are you fit for ripping down its bars? This world cannot be tamed
We can’t cut, cut the strings
[Instrumental: CG5]
La la la la la la la la la la la la-la la
La la la la la la-la
La-la la-aaa-aaa
La la la la la la la la la la la la-la la
La la la la la la-la
La-la la-aaa-aaa
[Outro: JT Music]
Boo hoo, uee hee hee…. This world cannot be tamed
We can’t cut, cut the strings
[Post-Chorus: JT Music]
You were outcast zeroes
Became the proudest “Heroes”
Can you see yet that you’re trapped in a jail?

Miniminter – SIDEMEN DISS TRACK Lyrics

Isn’t that those [?] little British kids on the YouTube? Ah, they’re fuckin’ wack dog
[Verse 1]
You’re called Sidemen, but why man? [Intro]
Sidemen? Y’all are kids
Shit, I don’t get this, it says men but ya side bitches
You had your moment, but notice your times slipping
I’m about to roast, then focus to find ditches
To bury you in, so many various sins
You ain’t funny but your faces hilariousness
To the YouTube community, y’all embarrassing
So fuckin’ retarded, it’s just like you’re Jerry’s kids
Need to stop thinking y’all are YouTube gangsters
When really y’all are knobs, yeah, y’all dudes wankers
But wait, first, I’ll let you know before the diss is out
Can meet me in the streets and I’ll knock you bitches out
[?]
[?]
But you did one thing [?], so I can’t be a hater, look
Your guys’ book, it makes really good toilet paper
So that was a hot sixteen but nope, I’m not done
Done wrecking you as a team, time for one by one
Like I’m sadistically cutting the fingers and toes of prisoners
You do it for the subs, I do this for the listeners
First up JJ, AKA KSI
Got a big forehead, he wears a bandanna to hide
Heard he beefed his brother, indeed they smashed
I’d make y’all a human centipede, but you love eatin’ ass
Next up Miniminter, fact also known as Simon
Just got his legs waxed, tonight I break his hymen
Your pink hair trash, like your shitty Fifa vid blogs
You’re a dumbass, that’s why your name is Real Nimrod
Next up Josh, Zerkaa bitch, this guy is a joke
I’d tell you gag on this dick, but you like being choked
You’re dirty and boring, top, you a lame and a stooge
With pubic dreadlocks, he never shaving his pubes
Let’s move onto Vik the dick, AKA Vikkstar
An Indian prick with a small dick hard
Look yo, people see your channel, bet they getting bored
You should get off YouTube and go back to tech support
Now we proceed to Ethan, Imma get in Behzinga
And give this ugly motherfucka my fist and my middle finger
You like taking pictures, I’m inside your girl on a snap
Go on you soulless ginger, go and cry about that
Next up Harry, W2S, a drug user with no friends
But got a hot sister and mom, I’d love to be screwing
Yup, weirdo fingers his bum after he’s pooing
Had sex once, loves Fortnite, but is always losing
And last we got Tobi, or should I say Tobi Jizzle
The smelly, big-nosed, virgin Christian who snivels
Gets friendzoned by girls, he ain’t making no friends
They know about yo toenails and the bag you saving ’em in
[Outro]
Eugh, that’s fuckin’ nasty dog
Disgusting
Bunch of [?] bitches
Ah, you don’t want these hands, son
Catch me in the ring
[?] little bitches out
Don’t fuck with me
G out

XXXTENTACION – Infinity 888 (ft. Prince Climes) Lyrics

[Verse 1: Prince Climes]
He whispers “All these niggas done”
As he loading his gun
He takes a quick look at sun
Then fires and runs
He never turns back
Never turns back and worries
About how this boys family
Gone be hurting and crying
Damn
But see dis a normal life in Brooklyn
Where people gotta watch out for
Thugs and Crooks an
Niggas with hoodies waiting and
Waiting and waiting and waiting for people
To come walk up and go snatch at their baggy
Damn
Life’s hard but fighting seems to be harder
And if you don’t believe me
Go take a look at Vince Carter
And even Obama
I just want you to know that world is crazy
That’s why so many fathers our here neglecting their baby
Ain’t been a minute and i’m killing
I’ll keep spitting
Some people call me a villian
I guess that means im winning
Hey
They see the
Possibilities
And opportunities
Go and drop all that bafoolary
Cause homie
You ain’t stopping me

Future – Gettin’ It In Lyrics

[Chorus: Future]
I done it first, before you were even in
I saw trends fore they were even in
I’m ridin in something forin
Got cars that ain’t even in
Plug give me 10
Drink Rosay, ain’t even out yet
[Verse 1: Future]
Got guns, we gettin it, got shoes, we gettin it
Got racks we ain’t even spent
I got 4 jets waiting for me to get it
I got Gucci, Raf and shit
Young rich nigga really don’t care, Mexico, my nigga don’t even play fare
Bitches livin in the world I got, swag on space a lot
Gang through my bloodline, yeah
Hit up Bari, take it out there
Put it in a body, take it to the trap
Got them bags, split it
Three bitches there, you know they there
Dropped 40K on a whip, don’t even care
She wanna fuck in the limo on the low lo
My plug got that good dope
That good smoke, check my mojo
Me and Casino high off that Pludo
I’m in space, never on Earth
Got them diamonds hanging on my shirt
All them pretty bitches wanna flirt
All these hoes goin twerk
[Chorus: Future]
I done it first, before you were even in
I saw trends fore they were even in
I’m ridin in something forin
Got cars that ain’t even in
Plug give me 10
Drink Rosay, ain’t even out yet
[Verse 2: Stuey Rock]
He’s Future, I’m Stuey Rock
Got them hoes whippin up the pot
Posted in the club till they call the cops
Lil nigga I call the shots
Do whatever that get me payed
I do shots when I’m in the shade
So many whips in my new place
Which one should I drive today
And that bitch be tossin bricks, got too many bitches, how I do this
Flexin hard, you sware you rich
Now I run it back, that’s my bitch
Now we big, we poppin off
All of ya’ll keep falling off
You niggas be so fake, them niggas be stylin for show
In the club, get all the brauds
Go home, get all the brauds
I’m FDU, that mean I’m fresher than you
So nigga, what you goin do
Fuck with Future, fuck with Rock, choose
[Chorus: Future]
I done it first, before you were even in
I saw trends fore they were even in
I’m ridin in something forin
Got cars that ain’t even in
Plug give me 10
Drink Rosay, ain’t even out yet

Dean Lewis – 7 Minutes Lyrics

I’m already halfway out of town
Now I know how I let you down
Oh, I finally figured it out
[Chorus]
I forgot to love you, love you, love you
I forgot to love you, love you, love you
I forgot to love you, love you, love you
I forgot to love you, love you, love you [Pre-Chorus]
Is it too late to turn around? If I come around would you even care? [Verse 1]
It’s been seven minutes now since I’ve lost my way
It doesn’t seem that long but my whole world has changed
It’s in all the little things, when you smile, now it stings
It’s been seven minutes since I’ve lost the girl of my dreams
It’s been half an hour now since I dropped you home
And I’m driving past the places we both know
Past the bar where we first kissed
And that movie that we missed
‘Cause we were hanging out in the parking lot
Now I sink a little deeper, think a little clearer
Looking at myself through these newfound eyes
[Pre-Chorus]
Is it too late to turn around? Mmm
[Pre-Chorus]
Is it too late to turn around? I’m already halfway out of town
Now I know how I let you down
Oh, I finally figured it out
[Chorus]
I forgot to love you, love you, love you
I forgot to love you, love you, love you
[Verse 2]
Radio’s playing songs for me and you
“Chasing Cars” reminds me of nights in your room
Drinking wine under your window, back when love was so damn simple
How the hell did I end up losing you? If I came back now would you still be there? I’m already halfway out of town
Now I know how I let you down
Oh, I finally figured it out
[Chorus]
I forgot to love you, love you, love you
I forgot to love you, love you, love you
I forgot to love you, love you, love you
I forgot to love you, love you
[Bridge]
If I came back now would you still be there? If I come around would you even care?

Yung Pinch – Nightmare Lyrics

[Intro: Yung Pinch]
Beach boy in this ho
Watch as I step on the scene
This how we living, no actin’ (This how we living, no actin’)
I got her wet in her dreams (I got her wet in her dreams)
I think she ready for action
Think she ready for
[Chorus: Yung Pinch]
Watch as I step on the scene
This how we living, no actin’
Got her wet in her dreams
I think she ready for action
Ain’t no lock on the door
She drop the top to the floor
There ain’t no stopping us now
If somebody knock let me know
I’m taking you down
Slaying you now
She say she want me
She love to taunt me, yeah
[Verse 1: Yung Pinch]
Nightmares of you and I still haunt me
Long nights and a lotta spilled coffee (I don’t miss it)
Yeah, I’m kissin’ all those good days bye bye
Forget my name, forget the code to my wifi
Woah, [?] to the dance with a bag in my pants
Yeah, you had your last chance, yeah
Yeah
Now you sad ’cause I’m gone
Mad ’cause I’m on
And I’m glad to be fearless, of course it had to be me
It’s scientifically proven, you took a toll on me (Took a toll on me)
I can’t believe my homies fuckin’ told on me (Fuckin’ told on me)
Oh yeah, I did it, you knew it
Go ‘head and cry about that (Go ‘head and cry about that)
I admit it, I’m stupid
And I won’t lie about that
But after all this
I’m okay, though
No way to stop me when you’re this far gone
Catch a plane and find me, I’m the next flight on
[Chorus: Yung Pinch]
Watch as I step on the scene
This how we living, no actin’
Got her wet in her dreams
I think she ready for action
Ain’t no lock on the door
She drop the top to the floor
There ain’t no stopping us now
If somebody knock let me know
I’m taking you down
Slaying you now
She say she want me
She love to taunt me, yeah
[Verse 2: Lil Skies]
I never post what I do
I really live what I’m rapping
She gon’ tell me to wait
For me it’s lights, camera, action
I hop right off the plane
I stash my racks in the mattress
I came in through the back and I still leave with my backend
Shawty turned this dream to a nightmare
You see me bossed up and you think it’s not fair
I don’t wanna hear your side ’cause I don’t care
You jealous ’cause I went and felt the tension in the air
All the times I lost I could never get back
I will never tell lies, I shall only speak facts
Man, you said that you would ride but you left me on the flat
I stayed by your side even when I’m ‘cross the map
Don’t put blame on me
A lotta people hatin’ on me
But you know I’m strong
I’m built for this shit
Step on the scene fly
It’s Skies and Yung Pinch, you lil’ bitch
[Chorus: Yung Pinch]
Watch as I step on the scene
This how we living, no actin’
Got her wet in her dreams
I think she ready for action
Ain’t no lock on the door
She drop the top to the floor
There ain’t no stopping us now
If somebody knock let me know
I’m taking you down
Slaying you now
She say she want me
She love to taunt me, yeah

Future – Talk Shit Like a Preacher Lyrics

[Intro]
I’m lovin’ it
Yeah
Tell you some shit, I’ma tell you some shit
Yeah
(Check this out, check this out right here, okay, okay)
Word
ATL Jacob, ATL Jacob
[Chorus]
I designered my sneakers, yeah
I done fucked my teacher
Talk shit like a preacher (Talk)
On the corner with a beeper (On the corner with a beeper)
Never sat in the bleachers (I never did)
Ball harder than a player in the game
So fresh it’s so illegal (Fresh)
I’m in trap hall of fame (Woo, woo)
Cartier my eyes (Cartier my eyes)
Trap ’til the sunrise (Trap)
Wanna hit it on flight (Hittin’ it)
Tryna get me a vibe (Get me a vibe)
Put your head on my pipe (Head on my pipe)
Make the card go swipe (Card go swipe)
Made the car go skrrt (Skrrt)
Got light blue lights (Light blue lights)
[Verse]
I wrapped in saran (I wrapped in saran)
I fucked it, I’m payin’ (Fucked it, I’m payin’)
We go to Japan (We go to Japan)
We shop when we land (We shop when we land)
And I got a 4-4
Strapped up, goin’ loco (Cuckoo)
Makin’ over the Richard Mille
Gettin’ fresh like photo (GoPro)
Uh, I am the original bop (Uh)
I spill it up, they gon’ mop (Uh)
Pink diamonds like a crack rock (Uh huh)
Exotic bitch on my Black Card (Huh)
Ching ching, she done hit the jackpot (Woo)
Please, please, make sure you keep that MAC cocked (Huh)
Lowkey, Richie Rich, don’t tick tock (Huh)
Hot, hot, hotter than a matchbox (Huh)
King Pluto came off the back block
[Chorus]
I designered my sneakers (Huh)
I done fucked my teacher (Huh)
Talk shit like a preacher (Huh)
On the corner with a beeper (Huh)
Never sat in the bleachers (Huh)
Ball harder than a player in the game (Huh)
So fresh it’s so illegal (Fresh)
I’m in trap hall of fame (Trap)
Cartier my eyes (Swoop)
Trap ’til the sunrise (Swoop)
Wanna hit it on flight (Swoop)
Tryna get me a vibe (Get me a vibe)
Put your head on my pipe (Head on my pipe)
Make the card go swipe (Card go swipe)
Got light blue lights (Car go uh)
Made the car go skrrt (Light blue)
[Outro]
Pink diamonds like a crack rock (Uh huh)
Exotic bitch on my Black Card (Huh, huh)
Ching, she done hit the jackpot (Woo)
Please, please, make sure you keep that MAC cocked (Huh)
Make sure you keep that MAC cocked (Huh)

Future – Tricks on Me Lyrics

Hawaiian surfin’ on the thick one to the PJ
I can just imagine the pain on Bankroll PJ
Murder murder, broad day, I got tears, I can’t let ’em out
I can’t take it, I can’t take it no more, I’m ’bout to spaz out
I’m good on deposits but I gotta have a stash house
I see you bein’ greedy and I gotta work my ass off
I chief on gas house, until I pass out
Rollin’ in a Phantom, came with an umbrella
Survive the trenches, it’s on me the day I walk through it
Here done came Pluto, I’ma drip all through it (Icy)
I was lettin’ the shit I can’t control destroy me
It was goin’ too deep for you, baby, pardon me
I tried to treat that shit just like a party
I’ma feel weak if I tell you sorry
[Pre-Chorus]
Gotta be a genius, gotta be extraordinary
Gotta plant seeds, nigga, like a florist
I’m Future Hendrix but I’m not a guitarist
I could’ve be starvin’, I’m fortunate
[Chorus]
Maybe my mind playin’ tricks on me
Maybe my mind playin’ tricks on me
Could it be my ex playin’ tricks on me? Someone that’s jealous playin’ tricks on me
Big boss shit, baby, I just bought a new PJ
Butler came with the elevator, greet my guests, baby
​iPad high maintenance, everything’s unordinary
Grapes and strawberries, nothing’s got temporary
[Verse 2]
Rockstar in this shit, like a popstar in this shit, yeah
Tryna forget the way they did to Bankroll Fresh, gettin’ harder
Seen his son at my little boy birthday party, it was harder
The streets of the ATL don’t respect nothin’ but shottas
Had to look the other way, could be the other way
Hit Yung Mazi up, that was in the broad day
I popped two Xans and I been sleep all day
(Let’s go, let’s go)
[Pre-Chorus]
I was lettin’ the shit I can’t control destroy me
Everything’s too deep for you, my nigga, pardon me
I’m Future Hendrix but I’m not a guitarist (Super)
I could’ve be starvin’, I’m fortunate
[Chorus]
Maybe my mind playin’ tricks on me (I’m so fuckin’ hurt)
Maybe my mind playin’ tricks on me (Maybe my mind)
Could it be my ex playin’ tricks on me? How she gon’ take my love and give it away like it ain’t nothin’ to her? Someone that’s jealous playin’ tricks on me (Someone that’s jealous, I know, I know)
Big boss shit, baby, I just bought a new PJ
Butler came with the elevator, greet my guests, baby
​iPad high maintenance, everything’s unordinary
Grapes and strawberries, nothing’s got temporary [Intro]
Yeah
Just got a call from my mom
Tellin’ me what the lawyer was sayin’
About the lawsuit
I thought they had had that down, yeah
[Verse 1]
Big money shit, baby, I just bought a new six, baby
Flintstone in my ears, pissed on my wrist, baby
This song just mutilated, everything decapitated
Deep on new relations, just gotta be brand related
Ain’t no sellin’ out, no tradin’, so you gotta be gang related
Pop stylin’ this shit for my shottas incarcerated
Rockstar this shit, a street star, I stay in Quentin
Pop stylin’ this shit, how you get the high maintenance one? How you gon’ judge my plugs, not take what I never did off of me?

YNW Melly – Rolling Loud Lyrics

[Intro]
Hey, hey
You know the mountains and the sun forever rise and go
How high the diamonds shinin’ on him
I don’t wanna go
Yeah the VVS’, oh
Thumb through the racks
Thumbin’ through the racks and a nigga gotta get right back
Gotta get right, gotta get right, right, right back
Gotta get right
[Chorus]
Run up the money, then count up the commas
And go get the money lil’ bitch (Money, lil’ bitch)
Hundred round drum on the Glock
If he play with the crew, then he bound to get hit
These bitches be suckin’ and swallowin’ dick
I swear I can’t trust ’em for shit (Trust ’em for shit)
Know that’s a dusty lil’ bitch (Dusty lil’ bitch)
Know that’s a dusty lil’ bitch
Rollin’ up a lot of loud (Loud)
Aroma is inside the air (Inside the air)
When they was lookin’ at us (Lookin’ at us)
My demon told me it was unfair (No, no)
[Verse 1]
Gotta get racks, racks, racks (Racks, racks, racks)
Gotta go cop that Porsche (Cop that Porsche)
Got that bitch shakin’ ass in the kitchen in booty shorts (Yeah, yeah)
I ain’t tryna die no time soon, they say life too short
That’s only if you lose faith, we gotta get it today (Yeah)
Pop you a Molly or somethin’ else, Hennessy, get you some money and get it (Get it)
She wanna fuck on me, she suck a lil’ somethin’
She swallowin’ all of my niggas (For nothin’)
Ain’t droppin’ no dime
I swear to God, bitch I’ll do the time for all of my niggas (My Slimes)
Okay way down, paint it, okay, hair trigger
[Chorus]
Run up the money, then count up the commas
And go get the money lil’ bitch (Money, lil’ bitch)
Hundred round drum on the Glock
If he play with the crew, then he bound to get hit
These bitches be suckin’ and swallowin’ dick
I swear I can’t trust ’em for shit (Trust ’em for shit)
Know that’s a dusty lil’ bitch (A dusty lil’ bitch)
Know that’s a dusty lil’ bitch
Rollin’ up a lot of loud (Loud, lot of loud)
Aroma is inside the air (You can smell it)
When they was lookin’ at us (Why you lookin’ at us?)
My demon told me it was unfair (Unfair)
[Verse 2]
Oh, baby, what you mean? Gotta get to this green
I don’t wanna do no more of that codeine
I’ll ho-o-old the Glock, I gotta get a bean
Oh, what you want is sex, she say she want Rolaids
Got a hundred round drum on that TEC
Don’t play with us, this shit get disrespectful
Beat the bitch one time, if I did it, then I bet I left her (I see you)
She wanna get it, she wanna fuck, I wanna go (I wanna go)
To a place that me and the lil’ bitch ain’t never been before (‘Fore)
Uh, I gotta get lil’ ho from Idaho, and
I don’t know what the fuck she got goin’ on, this shit so potent (So potent)
I’m rollin’, rollin’, I’m rollin’, rollin’, rollin’, locomotion (‘Motion)
I got a 40, I’ll hold this bitch and shoot it at you people (You people)
[Chorus]
Run up the money, then count up the commas
And go get the money lil’ bitch (Money, lil’ bitch)
Hundred round drum on the Glock
If he play with the crew, then he bound to get hit (Bound to get hit)
These bitches be suckin’ and swallowin’ dick
I swear I can’t trust ’em for shit (Trust ’em for shit)
Know that’s a dusty lil’ bitch (A dusty lil’ bitch)
Know that’s a dusty lil’ bitch
Rollin’ up a lot of loud (Lot of loud)
Aroma is inside the air (In the air)
When they was lookin’ at us (At us)
My demon told me it was unfair
[Outro]
You gon’ get fucked from the dick by the back and go get you them Rolaids (Rolaids)
She want the Rolaids (Roll)
She want a Rolex (Go)
She on the wave, yeah
Young Nigga World, young nigga wavy
World, young nigga wavy

Future – Faceshot Lyrics

See how I’m comin’? (I just told Richie we rich)
[Chorus]
Yeah, playin’ with the girl out in Fresno (Yeah)
I like to get hyphy for a kilo (Yeah)
I fuck with lil’ shawty, she got deep throat (Yeah)
Get your ass hit for a C-note (Yeah, yeah)
Push start, big foreign (Big foreign)
In the nick trap with the big 40 (Big 40)
Stuffed the M inside the Goyard (Million dollars)
My natural job dope boy (D boy)
[Verse 1]
Skrrt, skrrt in a fast car (Skrrt, skrrt)
Skrrt, skrrt in a fast toy (Skrrt, skrrt)
Skrrt, skrrt, cook the yay’ up (Skrrt, skrrt)
Skrrt, skrrt, got my weight up (Yee)
Gold-wrapped ten stack, got a nigga geeked (Skrrt)
I go shoppin’ in Europe, nigga, I ain’t cheap (Skrrt)
Lost count, put up all the profit ten weeks (Skrrt)
Just in one week, it sold a thousand pounds on one street
Gold on my teeth, put some red bottoms on my feet
I fuck with freaks, one, two, three, keep it a G
Motherfuck them hoes, we treat ’em like the police
Motherfuckin’ throwed, my niggas tryna OD, yeah
[Chorus]
Yeah, playin’ with the girl out in Fresno (Yeah)
I like to get hyphy for a kilo (Yeah)
I fuck with lil’ shawty, she got deep throat (Yeah)
Get your ass hit for a C-note (Yeah, yeah)
Push start, big foreign (Big foreign)
In the nick trap with the big 40 (Big 40)
Stuffed the M inside the Goyard (Million dollars)
My natural job dope boy (D boy)
[Verse 2]
Skrrt, skrrt, that’s my wrist talkin’ (That’s talkin’)
Skrrt, skrrt, the pot moonwalkin’ (Moonwalkin’)
Skrrt, skrrt, that that new forty (That new forty)
Skrrt, skrrt, they goin’ 730 (730)
Since we made it out the swamp, it must be hell (730)
I’m Young Pluto, bitch, I’m trappin’ out Chanel (730)
One thousand dollars for all my shoes, I’m very rare (True story)
Ayy, fuck a dog collar, nigga, I’m a bear (Dog)
Ain’t gon’ front, I brought out the egg beater (Huh)
Rich nigga but I’m seein’ dead people (Ain’t gon’ front)
Lordy, all these models all head eaters (Yeah, yeah)
Half of these bitches sleepin’ with the Grim Reaper (Woo)
Rich nigga, put eight in on one liter (Woo)
Had to buy some extra diamonds to make my arms even (Woo)
You not upper echelon, you not a don neither
We gettin’ the same money as Illuminati (‘Luminati)
He wanna prove a point and try to catch a body (Catch a body)
They gon’ double up the money for the faceshot (For the faceshot)
They gon’ kidnap his wife for the safe spot (For that safe spot)
Tell ’em shoot her in the face, bitch, I hate thots (Yeah, I hate thots)
[Chorus]
Yeah, playin’ with the girl out in Fresno (Yeah)
I like to get hyphy for a kilo (Yeah)
I fuck with lil’ shawty, she got deep throat (Yeah)
Get your ass hit for a C-note (Yeah)
Push start, big foreign (Big foreign)
In the nick trap with the big 40 (Big 40)
Stuffed the M inside the Goyard (Million dollars)
My natural job dope boy (Dope boy, dope boy, dope boy) [Intro]
I’ma run this one all way down
Non-stop, you know what I’m sayin’?

Future – F&N Lyrics

[Part I]
[Intro]
808 Mafia
Fuck around, parked the ‘Vette and didn’t even get back in it
ATL Jacob, ATL Jacob
[Verse]
Redbone bitch, yeah, like Hi-Tech, yeah
How do I dress? Yeah, like my flesh, yeah
Soon as I roll up, put my doors up
Go’n head, pour up, roll a few O’s up, let’s go
Four by four, that tall shit, let’s go
I jumped in the spot on a tall bitch, let’s go
I told ’em to get out and bag that, let’s go
I’m Frank Lucas and Mad Max, let’s go
I’m high from yesterday
Put ’em on bean, yeah, put ’em on all the schemes, yeah
Put ’em on lean, yeah, they whippin’ them new machines, yeah
By any means, yeah, we gotta clear out the scene, yeah
I just took an AK to a dinner date
I just put some VVs in a Richard face
And the presidential is a day-date
Hit ’em with that chopper first, Ray J
I’m a well known nuisance and my bitch bad
Pop one Perc’, then you lean like kickstand
Skeleton AP, that’s a wristband
All these niggas shaky, might as well dance
I don’t trust him, we gon’ dust him, that’s some Taliban
Big foreign truck, it’s lift up like an avalanche
I’ll teach you how to finesse for some big bands
I got so many white bitches, Ku Klux Klan
I come with the pharmacy, come with the yopper, no harmin’ me, no, no
Put a lil’ hit on your head, they comin’ to get you, they slicin’ your throat
Put a lil’ bitch in the bed, we goin’ digital, wipin’ her nose
M.O.H., money over hoes
I got that H in front of the lil’ boat
Got dog food and it’s for the low
I’m with thoroughbred standin’ at the store
In expensive threads, head to the floor
I know they talkin’ shit ’cause they some hoes
You know them FN bullets go through doors
[Part II]
[Chorus]
F&N (F&N), F&N (F&N)
F&-F&-F&-F&—
F&-F&N (F&N)
F&N (F&N), F&N (F&N)
F&N (F&N)
[Verse]
Homocide for the brodie
You beat a body, get a Rollie
We don’t entertain no police
I’m certified with my dodie
They would catch hell ’bout woadie
Got a bigger scale for the dodie
I done met friends in Dolce
We done met and chopped it up on some cool shit, uh
Only time my slime talk murder’s on the cruise ships, uh
Got that cutter and it’s longer than a pool stick, uh
Straight face, no dates, I’m a heavyweight
I ain’t even gotta tell my dawgs to keep one in the chamber
Ready to take it off your shoulder, frustration and anger
Yeah, they get it, don’t approach us, fuck bein’ famous
Long as I got my…
Let’s go
[Chorus]
F&N (F&N), F&N (F&N)
These bullets, they be goin’ through doors
Drop low, get down on the floor
Young nigga, they gon’ ‘head and wipe your nose
F&N (F&N), F&N (F&N)
F&N (F&N), F&N (F&N)
F&N (F&), F&N (F&N)
F&N (F&), F&N (F&N)

YNW Melly – No More Lyrics

I thought you was fam (Was fam)
And you mad at me about a bitch Instagram (Like damn)
Got me like, “What the fuck wrong with him?”
[Verse 1]
Tryna beef over some pussy, that’s funny (That’s funny)
Can’t believe this ho made you her crash dummy
The way you act, that ho pussy better be squirtin’ out money
Platinum diamond, VVS’ payin’ taxes or somethin’
But it’s okay, I understand, you just couldn’t keep it a hunnid
While you locked up somebody else shovin’ that dick in her stomach
I can’t be beefin’ bout these bitches, bruh, this shit gettin’ old
Knowin’ that pussy stainless steel, but yet you treat it like gold
They been showin’ me that these niggas ain’t real (Ain’t real, fuck nigga)
Get caught up with that time, they gon’ squeal (Gon’ squeal)
These bitches ain’t shit, these niggas ain’t real (Ain’t real)
Keep playin’, your ass fuck ’round and get killed
What’s goin’ on, bro, I heard you been trippin’ (Was trippin’)
I thought you kept it real from beginnin’
Until I heard that track you made and I came to some suspicions
I can’t believe to my surprise, one of my woadies sneak dissin’
[Bridge]
Yeah, you turned cold, I can’t fuck with you
It’s like that Molly done turned you into a fuck nigga
Hold up, wait, bro, pose for the picture
You officially have been framed as a fuck nigga
And that’s truth, this… ain’t fuckin’ with you at all
And look, they be snapped, but this fuck nigga ain’t my dawg
That ain’t my dawg no more
That ain’t my dawg (No)
That ain’t my dawg no more (Nah)
[Chorus]
I ain’t tryna get in my feelings, but damn (But damn)
What’s goin’ on, bro? [Chorus]
I ain’t tryna get in my feelings, but damn (But damn)
What’s goin’ on, bro? I thought you was fam (Was fam)
And you mad at me about a bitch Instagram (Like damn)
Got me like, “What the fuck wrong with—”
[Verse 2]
I can’t be fuckin’ with none of these niggas
‘Cause all of these niggas be actin’ like bitches
You know that I’m straight out of Indian River
I don’t give no fuck about none of these niggas
We just tryna run up this mothafuckin’ skrilla
All of my niggas, they really some killers
See you a pussy, I used to fuck with you
But then you turned cold on me, nigga what’s up? I thought you was fam (Was fam)
And you mad at me about a bitch Instagram (Like damn)
Got me like, “What the fuck wrong with him?”
[Outro]
Tryna beef over some pussy, that’s funny (That’s funny)
Can’t believe this ho made you her crash dummy
The way you act, that ho pussy better be squirtin’ out money
Platinum diamond, VVS’ payin’ taxes or somethin’
But it’s okay, I understand, you just couldn’t keep it a hunnid
And you just couldn’t keep it a hunnid I cannot go, oh, oh like that (I can’t go like that)
Can’t believe you switched up like a ho like that
Like bruh, I know you ain’t got many hoes like that
I would have let you have the bitch
I would have let you smash the bitch
I don’t give a fuck, nigga (What?)
‘Cause you’re still a fuck nigga (What?)
And that time you let me hold your pistol
You should have bucked, nigga
Wait, I should’ve bucked you, nigga
But now I’m feelin’ like fuck you, nigga (Fuck you)
And if this chopper ever catch you, it’s hungry
It eat your bitch ass up for supper, nigga (Yum, yum, yum, yum)
Sometimes I wake up and I be in my feelings all night
Sometimes tell that I was reminiscin’
All of these bitches, they wasn’t even missin’ me
Now they all on me and they tryna kiss me
I thought that we were 51-50, but you could never be with us
These niggas claim they fuck with us, but really be the enemy
[Chorus]
I ain’t tryna get in my feelings, but damn (But damn)
What’s goin’ on, bro?

James Blake – Power On Lyrics

That’s what I want
And with every inhalation I’m further up
‘Til I can only see the outline of the storm
From space I can see that I was wrong
Power on, power on
Power on
Power on
Power on
[Verse 2]
I thought I’d always have my way to come along
I thought the table’d still be laid, but you were strong (You were strong)
I thought that I could hide my face, but I was wrong
And where I least want you to look, you carry on, carry on
[Pre-Chorus]
I thought sex was at my pace, but I was wrong
I thought it mattered more I’d say, but I was wrong
I thought you were second place to every song
I thought you’d overstayed your welcome
I was wrong, power on, power on
[Chorus]
Have you ever coexisted (Power on)
So easily? Let’s go home and talk shit about everyone
Let’s go home, finally
[Post-Chorus]
Will the waters ever still? [Verse 1]
I thought I might be better dead, but I was wrong
I thought everything could fade, but I was wrong
I thought I’d never find my place, but I was wrong
And where I least wanted to look, it came along
[Pre-Chorus]
I thought sex was at my pace, but I was wrong
I thought it mattered more I’d say, but I was wrong
I thought you were second place to every song
I thought you’d overstayed your welcome
I was wrong, power on, power on
[Chorus]
Have you ever coexisted (Power on)
So easily? (Power on)
Let’s go home and talk shit about everyone
(Power on)
Let’s go home, finally
[Bridge]
Drop the pen on the mood that you’re in
Drop the pen on the mood that you’re in
Drop the pen on the mood that you’re in
Drop the pen on the mood that you’re in
If it feels like a home
Power on, power on
If it feels like a home
Power on, power on, power on
If it feels like a home
Power on, power on, power on
Power, power on
Power on, power on, power on
If it feels like a home
Power on

Future – Promise U That Lyrics

Where you from now? Where you from now? [Intro: Future & Lil Juice]
It ain’t no talk on this
You a bad lil’ bitch, don’t worry, ah
Yeah-yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah-yeah
(Tay Keith, fuck these niggas up)
Yeah
[Pre-Chorus: Future]
Cartier diamonds, my mascot
Tell your main nigga he your ex now
Finna push up, bring your ass out
Where you come from? I keep a bad thing on me, yeah, yeah
Dreads on me like Beijing, yeah, yeah
After this, right back to him, like an accident
Yeah, yeah, yeah
[Chorus: Future]
Came in a car, you gon’ leave in a jet, I can promise you that (Yeah, yeah)
Came by myself, I’ma leave with your friends, I can promise you that (Yeah, yeah)
Came in a car, and you gon’ leave in a jet, I can promise you that (Yeah, yeah)
Never met no nigga richer than me, I can promise you that (Hell yeah)
[Post-Chorus: Future]
Never met no nigga flyer than me, I can promise you that (Promise you that)
Promise you that, promise you that, promise you that
Never met no nigga talkin’ to you when he fuck you like that
[Outro: Future]
I always wonder if she loyal (I always wonder)
I hope we on the same accord (Woo)
Let me fix all my rings
Let’s converse off codeine (Yeah) I keep a bad thing on me, yeah, yeah
Dreads on me like Beijing, yeah, yeah
After this, right back to him, like an accident
Yeah, yeah, yeah
[Chorus: Future]
Came in a car, you gon’ leave in a jet, I can promise you that (Yeah, yeah)
Came by myself, I’ma leave with your friends, I can promise you that (Yeah, yeah)
Came in a car, and you gon’ leave in a jet, I can promise you that (Yeah, yeah)
Never met no nigga richer than me, I can promise you that (Hell yeah)
[Verse 1: Future]
I know you don’t want no scrub, no-no-no, no-no-no
Baby, this thuggin’ love, no-no, yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah
Came up in the club, aw, yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah
Tryna make some love, yah-yah, yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah
Ass like your mommy, know you won’t try me
Hop on the trolley just to see me
Came with nobody, leave with nobody
Reason you came, just to see me
Backstage pass with your ass out
You got no shame how you came out
Baby, I promise, I’ll respect game
Only thing that I can say is…
[Pre-Chorus: Future]
Cartier diamonds, my mascot
Tell your main nigga he your ex now
Finna push up, bring your ass out
Where you come from? I keep a bad thing on me, yeah, yeah
Dreads on me like Beijing, yeah, yeah
After this, right back to him, like an accident
Yeah, yeah, yeah
[Chorus: Future]
Came in a car, you gon’ leave in a jet, I can promise you that (Yeah, yeah)
Came by myself, I’ma leave with your friends, I can promise you that (Yeah, yeah)
Came in a car, and you gon’ leave in a jet, I can promise you that (Yeah, yeah)
Never met no nigga richer than me, I can promise you that (Hell yeah)
[Post-Chorus: Future & Lil Juice]
Came in a dress, you gon’ leave in a mink, I can promise you that
(Promise you that, promise you that, promise you that)
Came in a dress, you gon’ leave in a mink, I can promise you that
(Tay Keith, fuck these niggas up)
[Verse 2: Future]
Permanent issues got me thinkin’ outside the box
They was sayin’ I was cocky, I don’t feel like I’m cocky enough
Yeah, he fuck you and I fuck you, I don’t wanna get caught carin’ too much
I can’t expect you to change when you did it for fame, yeah
I’m thinkin’ tropical, beaches and leeches, I’m thinkin’ private, oh
From the car to the jet, from the jet to the beach, got a million-some dollars on me
Got a milli’ on me with a Richard Mille on me, I’m the bigger homie
I don’t get no sleep, I made love on these corners
[Pre-Chorus: Future]
Cartier diamonds, my mascot
Tell your main nigga he your ex now
Finna push up, bring your ass out
Where you come from? Where you from now?