Declan McKenna – British Bombs Lyrics

Now, it’s one on one
Great Britain’s gonna tell you where it all went wrong and then carry on
[Chorus]
Great way to fool me again, hun
Great acting, it’s great what you tell ’em
Great Britain won’t stand for felons
Great British bombs in the Yemen (Great, great way to fool me again, hun)
Great way to fool me again, hun (Great, acting, it’s great what you tell ’em)
Great acting, it’s great what you tell ’em
Great Britain won’t stand for felons
Great British bombs in the Yemen Good gravy, did you say it cost a penny or two for you? We’re talking ’bout the bad starts
My baby brother has already got a gas mask
‘Cause it’s a good old-fashioned landslide
Killing with your hands tied
In the homemade rope, set sail
Babe, we read it in The Mail, no hope now
[Chorus]
Great way to fool me again, hun
Great acting, it’s good what you tell ’em
Great Britain won’t stand for felons
Great British bombs in the Yemen
[Verse 2]
Why does it seem a fever dream for all? Play this song
[Verse 1]
Great snakes, are we moving already? “Well, I found myself a little peckish last Tuesday”
This is what you signed up for, no questions
Reckon we could offer peace, damn the weapons conventions
Well, it’s on the table, but it’s no good, can’t you hear
All our worries for fear, carry on
[Chorus]
Great way to fool me again, hun
Great acting, it’s great what you tell ’em
Great Britain won’t stand for felons
Great British bombs in the Yemen
Great way to fool me again, hun
Great acting, it’s great what you tell ’em
Great Britain won’t stand for felons
Great British bombs in the Yemen
[Bridge]
It’s a good old-fashioned landslide
Killing with your hands tied
In the homemade rope, set sail
Babe, we read it in The Mail, no hope now
And it’s a total fucking whitewash
The people that we might squash
And move from home soil, set sail
For wherever the fuck got oil this time
And if it’s not a fucking war crime
It’s a total waste of your time
And getting so much worse
Get real, kid, your country’s been at war since birth now
And if it’s not a fucking outrage, what’s it all about then? The call you made to me
You said I’ll feel one day each year, a worry
We shall remember the dead
And we’ll remember the dead so they know that we’re sorry
But then carry on
[Chorus]
Great way to fool me again, hun
Great acting, it’s great what you tell ’em
Great Britain won’t stand for felons
Great British bombs in the Yemen
Great way to fool me again, hun
Great acting, it’s great what you tell ’em
Great Britain won’t stand for felons
Great British bombs in the Yemen
[Verse 3]
How could it be the money? It’s the vote that matters to me
You say you’re hungry, but you won’t eat the caraway seed
Doesn’t matter in the wreckage, what should you say?

Shy Glizzy – Waikiki Flow Lyrics

Runnin’ with some niggas who’ll kick in your front door
Naturally bad, but she love the damn contour
European swag, tell a fuck nigga bonjour
All this swag make a fuck nigga mad
All this swag make a fuck nigga mad
All this swag got me in my bag
Oh, all this swag make a nigga jet lag
Ham ass niggas, they ain’t blockin’ my path
They envy a nigga, they jockin’ my swag
I got a .40 cal in the man bag
Forty thousand on merch, what you think they gon’ say? Play this song
[Verse]
If they wrap your body up, they ain’t gon’ remember you
Used to pour the drank up, had too many minerals
Hop on the jet, might fly to Senegal
Y’all do baguettes, I’ma do the emeralds
All on the islands, nah, I’m not Gilligan
Bad bitch talk loud, must be Dominican
Wrist on ice cube, all about the Benjamins
First they didn’t like me, now they wanna be friends again
Pussy so wet, she soaked my Versace
Gave me more head than she gave me body
Bitch thinkin’ she slick ’cause she fuckin’ Lil Yachty
Shout out my nigga, just beat a lil’ body
Niggas actin’ like Big Meech on the iPad
RIP, niggas gon’ type that
Love all my fans even if I don’t write back
Ask your favorite rapper where the fuck he get his stripes at? I got a bitch look like Meagan Good
When she playin’ ’em waist-deep, lil’ bitch, she a freak
I just bought me a coupe with the trunk in the hood and the bitch ain’t come with a key
I gotta keep me an ARP in case a fuck nigga ever try to run up on me
I was on the corner like Champ Bailey, tryna pick off every nigga, tryna get one on me
Fucking on models, Victoria’s Secret
Look at my pockets, they on Rakeisha
Wake they ass up, boy, I heard they got sleepy
KiKi ain’t love me, I’m in Waikiki
On my sneaks, fifteen hundred my feet
And he wasn’t worth a body, so I’d rather murk a beat
I done lost a couple of mine fuckin’ with these streets
But you better bet the other side feelin’ my grief
These niggas be hurtin’, that hatin’ not workin’
Screaming free the gang, they couldn’t stop murderin’
I’m fuckin’ your bitch, she know that you purpin’
She lovin’ my drip, a nigga be surfin’
I ain’t goin’ outside ‘less I got a cutter on me
I been the same nigga since they took my brother from me
Name your top five, dude ain’t got nothin’ on me
Really could’ve fucked your main but I ain’t have a rubber on me
[Outro]
These niggas be hurtin’, that hatin’ not workin’
Screaming free the gang, they couldn’t stop murderin’
I’m fuckin’ your bitch, she know that you purpin’
She lovin’ my drip, a nigga be surfin’
I ain’t goin’ outside ‘less I got a cutter on me
I been the same nigga since they took my brother from me
Name your top five, dude ain’t got nothin’ on me
Really could’ve fucked your main but I ain’t have a rubber on me
‘Member I ain’t have a rubber on me? Watches don’t tick tock, you should see my wrist lock
Bang bang, Glizzy Gang, bitch, I got a big Glock
And I went platinum way before hip-hop
Used to play knick-knock, now I got rich opps
Almost caught me a case but these niggas be tellin’
I done caught me a wave, then a nigga start sailin’
Rollin’ big Backwoods of that MegaWellness
Ain’t good in one hood, these niggas be wildin’
1942, know what she goin’ do
Fuck her to some Bad Bunny, we gon’ make a porn too
Screaming free Ralo, used to sell dogfood
Please don’t make the wrong move, sic the dog on you
This is an encore, fuck I gotta front for? Haha

Logic – No Pressure Freestyle Lyrics

Play this song
[Verse]
Ayo, I never had a car‚ that’s why I hate the fucking bus
Took the 61 to Germantown and hear them guns bust
Call it static‚ headphones on‚ it’s Illmatic
On my Rosa Parks in the back writin’ like B Rabbit
How I carry it, gimme the beat and then I’ma bury it
Producin’ tracks for the underground like Harriet
Too alive like twins in the womb, come hither‚ consume
All of my memories from past and present like two identities
Logic fallin’ off is an obscenity, top five I bet I be, steadily listening
Goddamn‚ goddamn—conversations with people
Crazy how one day the legends forget that they equal
On this Under Pressure sequel we not takin’ it back, we keepin’ it pushin’
People scared of change, but you’ll find me deep in a cushion
Readin’ Nostradamus at 90 degrees, better believe
I turn a prophet with ease, diacritical lifestyle, I’m always overseas
Hurricane Bobby in the studio blowin’ trees
With the topic I drop it fuck around and leave ’em all concussed
When I bust no thrust, world we livin’ in is fucked
Industry rule number 4,081, your new shit ain’t good as your old shit
‘Til your new shit is your old shit, son, in this sun, let me get some
I wear this 24 karat solid gold rollie for my son as an heirloom
Not for lookin’ dope as I rhyme
As a representation to give your family your time
Searchin’ for love in the industry you’ll be let down
They don’t love you ’til you dead and then they call you profound
That’s the truth
I’m close to the cliff, like Rick Dalton in the booth
Money ain’t the key to happiness and this the proof
Modern day rappers like a golden era spoof
But a few of us resurging within a second, renaissance
And I know that my death give times
Keepin’ a legacy goin’ by flowin’ so involuntarily seamless
Me and my team is finally reapin’ what we been sowin’ like a seamstress
Now listen up, check it
I said I live by the beat, I die by the beat, since 1990 ah
I live by the beat, I die by the beat, like MPC Akai
Who I name William after ’cause I get bills from these beats
Fuck the industry, know we keepin’ it real up in these streets
Came up in a world that’s off its axis
All that’s promised, death and taxes
And a dope ass tour by L-O-G-I-C
Cordae and JID, but that shit ain’t free, now check it (Sinatra)
Yeah, and on that note I keep it G
Like track four, kick in the door by BIG
Don’t believe me, look that shit up, I promise you’ll find the key
To that punchline, I’m feelin’ just fine
Let the abyss of my, my, my, my mind consume
Snap my fingers like I’m Thanos and Bobby Boy bringin’ the doom
‘Cause I’m 630, killin’ shit, hands down and dirty
That white boy can’t rap, he talk good and act nerdy
Feelin’ good yeah, I’m feelin’ lovely
Backyard sunset, sippin on that Bubly
Ice Cube in my nightcap, it was a good day
You heard what the hood say, Logic what you should play
Killin’ shit like OJ, I’m rhymin’ like old Jay
Hip-hop phenom, play arenas like I’m Coldplay
All day, we get it like that, we got it, got it, all day
Sinatra
[Outro]
Nothing but peace, love, and positivity to the whole wide world
RattPack, you already know what it is man
BobbyBoy Records, we out this bitch (Logic)
And I’m havin’ a little baby
Surprise, it’s a little baby boy
Fuck TMZ, they can’t get the scoop on that shit
Welcome little Bobby to the world one time
Alright, I’m done
That’s it, yeah

Big Thief – Two Hands Lyrics

Play this song
[Verse 1]
You somehow let me down
Both hands
And a gentleman
You could not take me through
New plans
Tell me whose
New friends
I can make some too
I know
[Verse 2]
You somehow took me in
Both arms
The marked-up skin
Two hands
Places you have been
That I needed
[Chorus]
And the more that we try
To figure through the answers
To repeat ourselves
To deny, deny
[Verse 3]
Now you call my bluff
All clear
And you get so rough
Stone-faced in the light
The air
And the jagged bite
Cold air
The wisdom of the night
Between us
[Chorus]
And the more that we try
To figure through the answers
To repeat ourselves
To deny, deny
To deny, deny, deny
[Verse 4]
Somehow we exist
In the folds
And now we’ll kiss
Both hands
The mystery before us
She’s reaching
[Verse 5]
But I could not take you though
New plans
I’ll tell you
New friends
You can make some too
I know

Young Thug – Circle of Bosses Lyrics

Play this song
[Intro: Young Thug & Future]
Wheezy outta here
Wee, woo
Woo-ooh, ooh
[Chorus: Quavo]
Divide the shooters (Divide)
Then split up the house
Intruder, the West Wing (Intruder)
They knockin’ ya off (Blaow)
The AP a Mille, the baguette
It spilled, just look at the frost (Look at the ‘guetty)
Pull all of my whips out
I make the North look a little awesome (Skrrt, skrrt)
The circle of bosses (Go)
Pussy, you better not cross us (Circle of bosses)
We asked your bitch (Yeah)
Her pussy be wetter than faucets (Ask, ask)
I close my fist (Close)
My ice, it make an announcement (Ice, ice)
I raise a brick (Brick)
Make her go hike on a mountain (Uh)
[Verse 1: Young Thug]
She got Eliantte on her neck
Light blue, all the hunduns, let it spread
I told her it’s nap time, with the red
Rolls Royce, Forgiato, what I said
Sippin’ lean, but got no sinus
I could turn to a mad scientist
Board a jet in like any climate
Bitches tryna come over and dine in
Throw 11 like Matt Ryan
Most my bitches and me are tight and
Hurt her heart with no Neosporin, then
I’ma watch it like WiFi
[Verse 2: Quavo]
Clear water on her neck, nigga, don’t see the shark (Ice, splash)
Back to back, double R trucks, no key to park it (Double R)
Name the location, we mark it (Hey)
We gotta move the smartest (Move)
I got a K in my office (Brra)
You ever seen a carcass? I gotta see
Whoo, I gotta see, I was at the Grand Marquis
[Chorus: Quavo]
Divide the shooters (Divide)
Then split up the house
Intruder, the West Wing (Intruder)
They knockin’ ya off (Blaow)
The AP a Mille, the baguette
It spilled, just look at the frost (Look at the ‘guetty)
Pull all of my whips out
I make the North look a little awesome (Skrrt, skrrt)
The circle of bosses (Go)
Pussy, you better not cross us (Circle of bosses)
We asked your bitch (Yeah)
Her pussy be wetter than faucets (Ask, ask)
I close my fist (Close)
My ice, it make an announcement (Ice, ice)
I raise a brick (Brick)
Make her go hike on a mountain (Uh) (Body)
Growed up to be an arsoner (Fire)
Breathin’ out fire, like oxygen
McLaren, it came equipped (Skrrt)
Pressin’ the gas, and exhaust the whip
We get the strain and dip (Strain)
Can’t pull up on me, come get your chips (Cash)
Heard car got flipped (Flipped)
They might pull up on you with sticks in the Lyft
[Verse 3: Young Thug]
Hey, I’m countin’ these racks up in the bed
I still took the pill, didn’t know what it said
They catering’ Activis at the weddin’
I travel with the Draco or the ‘chete
You think that she straight
I’m turnin’ her gay, got her kissin’ a lady
She quiet as kept, I slap on her face and bite on her lips
My closet silk, the Maybach outside, and the floor is equipped
I don’t recept’, no receptionists, I don’t accept
Tall, red shit, yeah, she inspire me
Woo, flavor, no freak, make a bitch shine my teeth
Teeth, we don’t want peace, yeah, we’re clearly young beasts
Oh, oh, oh, I gotta speed, baby, this a Lamborghini (Woah)
Woah, I don’t need a seat, I’d rather run through the streets
Woo, hunnid K a week, livin’ at the Grand Marquis
Woo, how much I can eat?

Young Thug – Cartier Gucci Scarf Lyrics

Hey
They’re screaming my name (Name)
They’re singing my shit all in Spain (Spain)
Kick so much shit, need a cane (Kick it)
I’m blowing on good mary jane, hey
Look at my mama up
YSL hot as a sauna, we up (Sauna, we up)
Up like a Tonka truck (Tonka truck)
Not OJ Mayo, but I get the bucks
[Chorus: Young Thug]
Wipe the Cartiers off with the Gucci scarf
Wipe the Cartiers off with the Gucci scarf
Wipe the Cartiers off with the Gucci scarf
Wipe the Cartiers off with the Gucci scarf, yeah
I came from the top
Big big pointers in the watch
Filled up a party with some thots
Pillsbury Doughboy the molly
I take the top of that Benz off
I take the top of your girl off
Richards the cost of your Murlock
I drop the top like a tanktop
I was just bringin’ the bread out
I pour the syrup out
Mix red with the green like a turtle
And a lil’ workout, ayy Play this song
[Intro]
48 Hertz
Dez gon’ get me rich
Prezzley P. get you popped, nigga (Get your ass popped, boy)
[Chorus: Young Thug]
Wipe the Cartiers off with the Gucci scarf
Wipe the Cartiers off with the Gucci scarf
Wipe the Cartiers off with the Gucci scarf
Wipe the Cartiers off with the Gucci scarf, yeah
I came from the top
Big big pointers in the watch, woo
Filled up a party with some thots, woo
Pillsbury Doughboy the molly, yeah
I take the top of that Benz off
I take the top of your girl off
Richards the cost of your Murlock
I drop the top like a tanktop
I was just bringin’ the bread out
I pour the syrup out
Mix red with the green like a turtle
And a lil’ workout
[Verse 1: Young Thug]
Ayy, hopped out a Maybach coupe
Inside blue and the Patek came blew, ayy
I’m ’bout to spray your boo
Knock it out the park, you can call me Babe Ruth, ayy
I put the crap on the seat
All red guts, got the crap on the seat, ayy
Paralyze a nigga in the street, yeah
Riding with the carbon on the seat, hey
I bought the new Wraith Spyder, yeah
I bought the new Wraith Spyder, bitch
Hit your own mama, don’t wife her, yeah
Heard you dance just like her, bitch
I’ma take a bar, Lil Peep, ayy
Yellow school bus in my cheeks, ayy
Rolls Royce stars in the seat, yeah
Stars in the seat, yeah
I’m Justin Bieber-ed up
The Maybach, the coupe, but I keep it tucked
They couldn’t stand down when I built it up
I’m riding ’round the town with the semi tucked
I got my bundles up
Back burner if you don’t got no tummy tuck
Money only thing my concern
I’ma come through like Big Worm
[Chorus: Young Thug]
Wipe the Cartiers off with the Gucci scarf
Wipe the Cartiers off with the Gucci scarf
Wipe the Cartiers off with the Gucci scarf
Wipe the Cartiers off with the Gucci scarf, yeah
I came from the top
Big big pointers in the watch
Filled up a party with some thots
Pillsbury Doughboy the molly
I take the top of that Benz off
I take the top of your girl off
Richards the cost of your Murlock
I drop the top like a tanktop
I was just bringin’ the bread out
I pour the syrup out
Mix red with the green like a turtle
And a lil’ workout
[Verse 2: Lil Duke]
Hey, hoppin’ out the Lambo coupe, I forgot the roof, ballin’ like swoosh, hey
Spittin’ like I lost a damn tooth, all my dawgs go roof, boy, you cuffin’ the swoop, hey
I left the streets and I went to the booth, no hesitatin’, I’ma shoot, hey
I’m ’bout to get something new, I’ma geek that bitch up, I’ma paint that bitch blue, hey
I’ma leave him dead in the street
Throw him in the river, won’t find him for a week, hey
All of my hoes, they freaks
She ain’t got my money then her ass gettin’ beat, bitch
Shoot that bitch up with the stick
Had the Glock in the spot, pretty bitch suckin’ my cock
She bad and she know that she got a fat ass
How could I not?

Young Thug – Big Tipper Lyrics

Play this song
[Intro: Young Thug]
Southside on the track, yeah
808 Mafia
Hey
[Refrain: Young Thug]
I can tiptoe in her pussy like a Loub, Chanel (Ayy)
Harriet Tubman twenties, weigh ’em up on the scale (Ayy)
Hair down to her ass, caught her like Odell (Hey)
All my hoes get Rollie Pollies, mines up on the shelf (Let’s go)
[Verse 1: Young Thug]
Kicked out the hotel, we smoking gas, who else, nigga? Flooded belt buckle like a wrestler, yes, nigga
Better not try to tell me what you seen a nigga doin’
She not fuckin’ with me, then her life is probably ruined
We can leave America and we can make a movie
Every single diamond on me dancing like a movie
Make lil’ mama nut inside her pants just like a movie
Abracadaba, tight pussy, need a toothpick
Some of the fives, some of the dimes, and then I got twenties and up
I come with the vibes and some of the guys and I got a flooded Patek
I peep how you slide, I peep how you ride, and now they goin’ off with your head
They know the reward’s a hundred racks so they gon’ do all that they can
Don’t tell me you ridin’ if you not gon’ ride, we don’t got no time for that playin’
We don’t come disguised, we gangsters for life, my nigga, we showin’ our hands
I had turned the vibe my lil’ wife, she’ll never be single again
They hate and throw rice, we richer for life, I used to serve ice, yikes (Hey)
[Chorus: Young Thug]
Big tipper, Big, Big Dipper
King spiller, bitch, king dripper
King killer, King, Godzilla
Fuck her every week, still ain’t seen me, Marshmello
King Kuba, King Tut, Kuba
Black truck pull up on you just like Uber
Okay, I fuck her every night and she still ain’t seen my eyes, ayy
I don’t know the vibes so I introduce the ice
[Verse 2: Young Thug]
My lil’ shawty hit a lick out a bando (Yeah)
Shawty came through ’bout tall as a man, woah (Aw, yeah)
She won’t come to you, ask, yes, you can go (Hey)
I got hitters on 175th, Chicago (Let’s play)
Man, the feds done got my M’s up, I’m gon’ on
She got hit by the whole gang, her pussy jumped on (Woo)
Baby, tell me what you prayin’ for (Uh, uh)
That shit cap ’cause I’m the real McCoy (Yeah)
White diamonds on me, bitch, I’m pale
I got a baddie, fine, out of Israel
I keep like twenty pints of Actavis double sealed
I keep some Dubai shit on deck when I’m on chill, hey
[Refrain: Lil Keed & Young Thug]
I can tiptoe in that pussy like a Loub, Chanel (Ayy)
Harriet Tubman twenties, weigh ’em up on the scale (Ayy)
Hair down to her ass, caught her like Odell (Hey)
All my hoes get Rollie Pollies, mines up on the shelf (Let’s go, Keed, talk to ’em)
[Verse 3: Lil Keed]
Yeah, I throw them racks on the blade
My baby, she mad, want me stay out of there, yeah
I drip this shit with Lil Gotit
We matching the shoes, the belt, yeah
Niggas, they know I’m the topic
They takin’ they shot like ref, yeah
Soon as you think you gon’ try me
They leaving you dead in your step
Ridin’ ’round like the army, we trippin’ cars like Carmen
My ho want a Percocet, she pop more than you and me
Man, that pussy too wet, I don’t care if she don’t wanna top me
And state your number, I don’t care if you don’t call me
I want big racks, I’m up early morning
These niggas big cat (Pussy), yeah, they tellin’ on you
Yeah, the Hellcat roll up, Keed be ridin’ on ’em
Wanna beef, I pay the cash, I ain’t got time for you, no cap, no cap
[Chorus: Young Thug]
Big tipper, Big, Big Dipper
King spiller, bitch, king dripper
King killer, King, Godzilla
Fuck her every week, still ain’t seen me, Marshmello
King Kuba, King Tut, Kuba
Black truck pull up on you just like Uber
Okay, I fuck her every night and she still ain’t seen my eyes, ayy
I don’t know the vibes so I introduce the ice

Juice WRLD – Codeine Casket Lyrics

Girl let me taste, why won’t you share? Play this song
[Intro: Kodak Black]
I ain’t really finna tell y’all how to get away with murder and shit
[Chorus]
Make sure you put codeine, in my casket
And some Perkies, in my ratchet
Wreaking havoc, like a savage
I’m just tryna catch a play like Madden
Make sure you keep your seat belt fastened
I drive wild and I really love crashing
I love drugs but I ain’t no addict
I’m lying, I’m lying
[Verse 1]
They say love is a drug, I’m about to OD
She love cocaine but she hate the nosebleeds
She’s dying, she’s dying
I’m too busy getting high, no crying
Fuck nigga better not tempt me
I’ma use his head as a centerpiece
He’s dying, he’s dying
Put an end to his world like the Mayans
Oh-oh-oh, I’m crazy, crazy
Get so damn high, I see faces, faces
[Chorus]
Make sure you put codeine, in my casket
And some Perkies, in my ratchet
Wreaking havoc, like a savage
I’m just tryna catch a play like Madden
Make sure you keep your seat belt fastened
I drive wild and I really love crashing
I love drugs but I ain’t no addict
I’m lying, I’m lying
[Verse 2]
I can’t feel my face, is it still there? I still see your shadows in my room
Wake up in the morning and you’re not there
I see your face in my crosshairs
Cupid aimin’ at me with a gun and I’m not scared
Prolly why I fall for the same damn thing every god damn time
I guess life’s not fair
Oh, I’m crazy, crazy
This rock star lifestyle, won’t make it, make it
[Chorus]
Make sure you put codeine, in my casket
And some Perkies, in my ratchet
Wreaking havoc, like a savage
I’m just tryna catch a play like Madden
Make sure you keep your seat belt fastened
I drive wild and I really love crashing
I love drugs but I ain’t no addict
I’m lying, I’m lying

Juice WRLD – Tick Tock (In The Air) Lyrics

Fuck it, no it’s my girl
[Chorus]
I been on my own shit for so damn long (Ayy)
Niggas tryna steal the wave I won’t let ’em run off
They think that I’m soft ’cause I make sad songs (Hah)
‘Till we catch ’em slippin’ at the red light and peel off (Grra grra grra)
Sticks in the air
I’m so damn high I could sit in the air
If I put my watch on the floor you will slip over there, ice
Bitch I’m dope like the end of a crack pipe Play this song
[Intro]
Oh-ah-oh-oh-oh-oh
Yeah
[Chorus]
I been on my own shit for so damn long (Ayy)
Niggas tryna steal the wave I won’t let ’em run off
They think that I’m soft ’cause I make sad songs (Hah)
‘Till we catch ’em slippin’ at the red light and peel off (Grra grra grra)
Sticks in the air
I’m so damn high I could sit in the air
If I put my watch on the floor you will slip over there, ice
Bitch I’m dope like the end of a crack pipe
[Verse 1]
Niggas claim they gang, oh nah you ain’t family (No)
She told me my dick in her jaw was her fantasy (Whoa)
I gave it to her ’cause she said that she need it
My hand on my heater her boyfriend be tweakin’ (Uh-huh)
He run up on me then I’m leavin’ him leakin’ (Uh-huh)
I’m shining like diamonds bet Stevie could see it (Uh-huh)
Pay for the foreign I don’t do the leases (Skrt)
Beretta on me it’ll tear you to pieces (Baow)
Fetty on me, yeah the fetty on me, got machete on me, I’ma cut him to pieces
Yo bitch all over me, suck me, she leakin’
Smokin’ this kush got my eyes Japanese-in’
I gave her defense, she take the offense
When I tell her that she gotta get lost
I’m in the back of the Maybach like Ross (Skrt)
Real nigga business, don’t get involved (Yeah)
Ain’t yo business, bitch I’m a boss (Yeah)
You broke as a bitch and it’s all your fault (Yeah)
Take what I say with a grain of salt, they was doubting
Now I’m on top, ooh, they surrounding (I’m on top)
[Chorus]
I been on my own shit for so damn long (Ayy)
Niggas tryna steal the wave I won’t let ’em run off
They think that I’m soft ’cause I make sad songs (Hah)
‘Till we catch ’em slippin’ at the red light and peel off (Grra grra grra)
Sticks in the air
I’m so damn high I could sit in the air
If I put my watch on the floor you will slip over there, ice
Bitch I’m dope like the end of a crack pipe
[Verse 2]
I drop a three in the 20 I’m leanin’
I put a light on my gun and it’s beamin’
That bitch really love boat captains, yeah, ’cause she swallow my semen
I don’t want pints of the Wock’ bitch I need it
I don’t need Perkys but damnit I’m fiendin’
Your nigga told you he richer than me I said “Wake up lil’ nigga you know that you dreamin’”
Whoa-oh
I’m in my prime, tick tock
Look at the time, big Glock
That is a 9, get off
Takin’ off like NASA, huh
Finna give you left right like catches, huh
Everyday I wake up cashin’, huh
In the bitch pussy I’m splashin’, huh
Hide the cocaine in the napkin, huh
She do the yayo for fashion
Haters designing my fabric
I’m really hungry for money but these withdrawals got me fastin’, yeah
Goin’ through it, they recorded me pullin’ up in an Aston like a Kutcher movie
Dog that ho like Scooby, maybe even Snoopy
Don’t got time for nat nat bitches why you always snoopin’
Got my gun aimin’ at any rat movin’
Let it go and put the rat-tat-tat-tat-tat in Ratatouille
If you don’t like me you can sue me, heard your girlfriend wanna screw me
Leave yo head off your body, I’ll chop it like suey
I’ve come to realize that I rule the world right now
And if I wanted I could take your girl right now
It’s my life, it’s my world
It’s your bitch?

Juice WRLD – Out The Projects Lyrics

Play this song
[Intro]
Let’s go, uh
[Chorus]
I’m a rock-star out the projects
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, out the projects
I’m a rock-star out the projects
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, out the projects
.30 and that .40 bitch we scorin’
Feel like Marty McFly in that DeLorean
Fly as a bird, bitch, I’m soarin’
I don’t wanna fuck that bitch, her pussy borin’
[Verse 1]
Runnin’ up a check, pay my mortgage
Trappin’ out the window, can’t afford it
Lookin’ at my name on the Forbes list
Now she wan’ explore me like she Dora
I take my bitch straight to Elliot
You take your bitch straight to that Sephora
My lil’ bitch so bad she elegant, ha
Yo bitch I wouldn’t even piss on her to give her water (Skrt)
Start me up, bro wanna bet with the choppas, Call of Duty got a pack a punch (Yeah)
Shots to the face make a mountain
.223s, pack a punch, bag that boy up like he lunch
If they ain’t wanna fight, uppercut, hit him with a right and then a left to the gut
Smokin’ on blunts of the Runtz, ayy
Goin’ on runs with my gun, ayy
Up it, make it put your hand in the air, single lady, Beyonce
Ain’t come to play, bring me a K, drummin’ it up like we in a parade
Fetty Wap with the gwap, make it come my way
2Pac with the Glock, bitch I’m in the hallway
Hangin’ out the window, uh, at the continental
I’ma hold that bitch sideways, ayy
Shootin’ at opps on the highway, ayy
Caught him in the driveway, ayy
Autumn, got ’em fallin’, ayy
Hit the curb, make him relocate from this place
No there ain’t no safe place from my gang
You cannot escape
You cannot escape
You cannot escape
You cannot escape
Ain’t no safe place
You cannot escape, ayy, ayy
Keep it real, you know the deal
In a mansion up in Encino Hills
F&N on me, I got it concealed
Ain’t no cappin’ at all, bitch I got it for real
They ask me all the time how does it feel
To be able to pay all my family bills
For the people I was upping to kill
Anybody that don’t want my people to live
I won’t say it again, I just pull out and cock it and blow it and leave ’em blowin’ through your head
She screamin’ “you dead”, should’ve never got in my way, on your bitch next
[Bridge]
I’m a rock-star out the projects
Let’s go, uh
[Chorus]
I’m a rock-star out the projects
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, out the projects
I’m a rock-star out the projects
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, out the projects
.30 and that .40 bitch we scorin’
Feel like Marty McFly in that DeLorean
Fly as a bird, bitch, I’m soarin’
I don’t wanna fuck that bitch, her pussy borin’

Juice WRLD – No Good Lyrics

That’s network
Who am I to lie about my life? Uh-oh, too bad
[Chorus]
She ain’t nothin but a no good, diamond watchin’ woman
Only love me ’cause she see Versace on my linens
Baby I’m not God, so your sins are not forgiven
I can never lose, every day I wake up winnin’
Momma told me cut the bad hoes off with the scissors
Make ’em disappear, call me Juice WRLD wizard
Bae, I’m high off narcotics, so your name I cannot remember
Using Opioids openly, openly fuckin’ up my image, yeah
[Post-Chorus]
I grew up on all types, I’m talkin’ ’bout music and girls, right? And clothes, I was overly exposed
Now I’m bein’ the fruits, my momma planet didn’t growed
[Verse 2]
Hell yeah, I done glowed up, I done glowed up
Oxycodin got me so’ed up, gotta remain focus
And these groupie hoes bogus, everybody knows it
But they turn me to a poet, with the love commotion
Blood, sweat and tears, money partied it in Moses
Used to roam it, now it’s gas, what I’m smokin’
Like I farted, hit the gas, I’m in motion
Out, departed, wrist hangin’ out the window, cost yo apartment
This the brightest that my life ever been, I need diamonds all over for when it get dark again
I call my momma up and tell her the devil marchin’ in
She sent me bible verses, then I got distracted by some news from a sex worker
Who am I to not text back? I grew up on all types, I’m talkin’ ’bout drugs, the weed and the pills
I grew up on all types, I’m talkin’ ’bout music and hoes, right? And clothes, I was overly exposed
Now I’m bein’ the fruits, my momma planet didn’t growed Play this song
[Intro]
[?]
Hey, Rvssian
Ain’t nothin’ but a-
Uh, no good woman
No good, diamond watchin’ woman
Uh
[Chorus]
She ain’t nothin but a no good, diamond watchin’ woman
Only love me ’cause she see Versace on my linens
Baby I’m not God, so your sins are not forgiven
I can never lose, every day I wake up winnin’
Momma told me cut the bad hoes off with the scissors
Make ’em disappear, call me Juice WRLD wizard
Bae, I’m high off narcotics, so your name I cannot remember
Using Opioids openly, openly fuckin’ up my image, yeah
[Verse 1]
One thing you need to know about me is
All I ever wanted was love and money, yeah
One thing you need to know about me is
This rock-star life turned me to a junkie
Another thing you need to know about me is
I’m full of addictions, this is just vindictive
Subject a lil’ sensitive, maybe I should just shallow it
Went from talkin’ to ‘pression to money-makin’ prerogative
Still a smart guy, could’ve got a scholarship
Sayin’ fuck college, I’ma tell you how I started it
It took one phone call from G-Money, that’s my dawg
Turned me from a twenty dollar nigga to millions in my drawers
This song’s about all my talents and vices (Oh-oh)
Listen repeatedly, scream it, recite it (Oh-oh)
Until it piss your father off, he already pissed though (Oh-oh)
I know, ’cause his daughter on my tour givin’ deep-throat (Yeah yeah yeah)
This song’s about all my talents and vices (Oh-oh)
Listen repeatedly, scream it, recite it (Oh-oh)
Yo’ girl give me fellatio, you should be excited (Oh-oh)
‘Cause when she come back to you, that’s a million dollar night (Oh-oh)
[Chorus]
She ain’t nothin but a no good, diamond watchin’ woman
Only love me ’cause she see Versace on my linens
Baby I’m not God, so your sins are not forgiven
I can never lose, every day I wake up winnin’
Momma told me cut the bad hoes off with the scissors
Make ’em disappear, call me Juice WRLD wizard
Bae, I’m high off narcotics, so your name I cannot remember
Using Opioids openly, openly fuckin’ up my image, yeah
[Post-Chorus]
I grew up on all types, I’m talkin’ ’bout music and girls, right? I grew up on all types, I’m talkin’ ’bout drugs, the weed and the pills
I grew up on all types, I’m talkin’ ’bout music and hoes, right? I know the truth hurts
Who am I to say that this ain’t one of my best verses?

Juice WRLD – Addicted Lyrics

Play this song
[Intro]
Mega, you played that boy
[Chorus]
Ayy‚ smoke so much I think I need another lung
Fuck my liver up‚ I need another one
Fell in love with perkys‚ yeah, I love the blues
Mix it with the Henny, ain’t got shit to lose
Now I’m seein’ double‚ seein’ two, seein’ two
I feel like a ghost when I look at you, peek-a-boo
I get so damn high‚ I don’t know what to do, up to you
You could be my lover and my drug too
[Verse 1]
I could show you what the drugs do
I could show you what the plug do
I’m waitin’ this phone right now
Perc 30’s, need ’em, come through
God damn, scratched myself to death
Choppa, Breaking Bad, just like crystal meth, nigga
I’m on yo’ ass, legal like Maxi-Pad
I got harder than a nigga tryna catch a taxi cab
Call of Duty with that toolie, no lag
Gotta keep it on me, my lil’ paranoid ass
It’s prolly ’cause I’m too high all the damn time
It feel like everyone comin’ after my life
[Chorus]
Ayy, smoke so much I think I need another lung
Fuck my liver up, I need another one
Fell in love with perkys, yeah, I love the blues
Mix it with the Henny, ain’t got shit to lose
Now I’m seein’ double, seein’ two, seein’ two
I feel like a ghost when I look at you, peek-a-boo
I get so damn high, I don’t know what to do, up to you
You could be my lover and my drug too
[Verse 2]
‘Member I done did it by my lonely
‘Member when I had a one and only
Then she hurt me, talk to the perkys
She could call my phone but it ain’t workin’
I’m on top, I get top
In the drop, fuck that shit, I swerve a lot, swerve a lot
On that bitch, I swerve a lot, yeah
I’ma talk the talk, it’s the talk of a boss
I don’t talk it, I walk it
Run up on me, I’m poppin’
Keep the gun in my pocket, yeah
Double G on me, that’s when I’m shoppin’, yeah
Run up a sack, don’t run out of options
[Chorus]
Ayy, smoke so much I think I need another lung
Fuck my liver up, I need another one
Fell in love with perkys, yeah, I love the blues
Mix it with the Henny, ain’t got shit to lose
Now I’m seein’ double, seein’ two, seein’ two
I feel like a ghost when I look at you, peek-a-boo
I get so damn high, I don’t know what to do, up to you
You could be my lover and my drug too
[Outro]
Mega, you played that boy

Juice WRLD – Time Stops Lyrics

Play this song
[Intro]
DY Krazy
[Chorus]
Sometimes it feels like I can’t die, ’cause I never was alive
Everyday it feels like someone new dies, hope the news is a lie
This is my version of watching you cry, looking you in your eyes
This is my version of watching you die, took me by surprise
[Post-Chorus]
Yeah, lost too many this year, shed too many of them tears
Now a nigga richer, but there’s way too many people missing from the picture
[Verse 1]
At the door, let me in, I’m looking for answers, yeah, yeah
At the door, let me in, I’m looking for answers, yeah, yeah
Now I’m getting richer, but it’s too many people missing from the picture
Open up the door, open up the door, yeah, yeah, let me in
[Chorus]
Sometimes it feels like I can’t die, ’cause I never was alive
Everyday it feels like someone new dies, hope the news is a lie
This is my version of watching you cry, looking you in your eyes
This is my version of watching you die, took me by surprise
[Bridge]
Woah-oh, woah-oh, woah-oh, woah-oh
Woah-oh, woah-oh-oh-oh
[Verse 2]
Cross my heart, hope to survive
That I’ma be the last rich nigga alive
They tell me I’m finna OD in no time
I told them I’ll do it on my time, not your time
Got my heart in a hellhole, it’s on fire
But I won’t let myself get trapped in here this time, time
Time will stop (Time stops), time will stop (Time), time stops
[Chorus]
Sometimes it feels like I can’t die, ’cause I never was alive
Everyday it feels like someone new dies, hope the news is a lie
This is my version of watching you cry, looking you in your eyes
This is my version of watching you die, took me by surprise
[Post-Chorus]
Yeah, lost too many this year, shed too many of them tears
Now a nigga richer, but there’s way too many people missing from the picture

Young Thug – Jumped Out the Window Lyrics

Play this song
[Intro]
Supah Mario
[Chorus]
Jumped out the window and I fled on the cops (Woo)
Nigga had to run ’cause I had meds in my socks (Slatt)
Hit the rocky road, then I led ’em to the projects (Woah)
Whole hood outdoors in the street, they tryna stop ’em (No cap)
Fuck a callin’ card ’cause fuck a fuckin’ cock block (Yeah)
Fucked her one time, iced baguettes in my socks (Yeah)
All them bitches ’round, tryna trick me out my cock (Yeah)
Trappin’ out a four door, old Carrera with the drop
[Verse 1]
I been in the trenches, what these niggas call pork and beans
Chillin’ with the Zoes, that’s my family, they my opps
Cook it, watch it roll ’round the pot, then they come shop (Woo, woo, woo, woo)
Playin’ with the Spider, they pull up and then they chop (Rrr)
Niggas ’round here funny, we cook up the bunnies (Woo, woo)
I done showed my chest, bitches say they want me
I don’t know the rest, (Yeah) niggas ain’t no slimy (Hey)
Show you the finesse, (What) everybody ’round me (Slatt)
Everywhere I go, I keep that strap like I’m horny (Yeah)
Yellow diamonds on me, uh-uh-uh, but I’m not corny (Yeah)
I am so not sorry, so don’t tell me ’bout your story (Uh-uh)
Black and white seats, Ore’, (Ore’) five rings, Horry (Horry)
MAC-10 hungry, (Hungry) you pussies are baloneys (Yeah)
I been with your mummy ’cause your daddy a jabroni (Ha)
I been in the top room at Tootsie’s, they ain’t stop me (Swear)
They know I got money, and I don’t want nothing (Uh-uh)
[Chorus]
Jumped out the window and I fled on the cops (Woo)
Nigga had to run ’cause I had meds in my socks (Ayy)
Hit the rocky road, then I led ’em to the projects (On God)
Whole hood outdoors in the street, they tryna stop ’em (Yeah)
Fuck a callin’ card ’cause fuck a fuckin’ cock block (Fuck ’em)
Fucked her one time, iced baguettes in my socks (Yeah)
All them bitches ’round, tryna trick me out my cock
Trappin’ out a four door, old Carrera with the drop (Srrr)
[Verse 2]
Big baguettes on necks, it make lil’ mama come and pamper me (Yeah-yeah-yeah, yeah)
I be with my brodie ’cause he won’t let nothin’ happen to me
I don’t want your baby, girl, you’re nothin’ but a scam to me
I been ballin’ on niggas like D Wade and they can’t handle me (Woo)
Broke niggas scam to me (Yeah-yeah), don’t put out my candle, leave
I just hit my grower, now we growin’ nothin’ but Hercules
I just hit my dawg up, he said he went to church for me (To church)
Ran into the opps, kill ’em ’cause they tryna murder me
My necklace look like Starburst (Yeah-yeah)
Make ’em all squirt (Yeah-yeah-yeah)
Let me shop, ho, I can’t buss you in the mall, jerk (Yeah-yeah-yeah)
Shoot a nigga hands up like I’m Lil Durk (On God)
I got semi-automatics on the tour bus (Woo)
[Chorus]
Jumped out the window and I fled on the cops (Skrrt)
Nigga had to run ’cause I had meds in my socks (Ayy)
Hit the rocky road, then I led ’em to the projects (On God)
Whole hood outdoors in the street, they tryna stop ’em (Yeah)
Fuck a callin’ card ’cause fuck a fuckin’ cock block (Fuck ’em)
Fucked her one time, iced baguettes in my socks (Yeah)
All them bitches ’round, tryna trick me out my cock
Trappin’ out a four door, old Carrera with the drop

Young Thug – Just How It Is Lyrics

Play this song
[Intro: Future]
Wheezy outta here
[Chorus]
Ooh-woo, diamonds peek-a-boo
Ooh-woo, I done for the crew
Ooh-woo, I done did the robbin’
I done did the jackin’, now I’m full rappin’
I put on my brothers, I put on my bitch
Had to wear the dress ’cause I had a stick
You know where the bag at, tell me where it is
I came from rags to riches, I’m the shit
I can no longer disguise it, bitch, ’cause I’m rich
I got cars galore, lil’ bitch, ’cause I’m rich
I escaped every one of the licks ’cause I was supposed to be rich
I don’t care nothin’ ’bout no cop, I’m tellin’ you just how it is
[Verse 1]
Put it in a Uber, send it to a shooter
Ask me how they do it, kickin’ shit, Ryu, Ken
Put it in a cab, send it to a Arab
Hit ’em with the MAC now, now his whole body scabbed
Cash on the delivery (Ayy)
G.O.A.T. Nipsey, I can tell you how they get rich
I can tell you how to die or how to live in this bitch
I can tell you how to talk the most impeccable shit
I can show you how to walk like you got decimals, bitch
Show you how I can get the top from all the top ten bitches
I got white Adderalls and I have amoxicillin
I got lights on, baby, I got moths in this bitch
No fly zone, caught you like you’re mouse in this bitch
Growin’ tycoon and I took some losses, you bitch
I’m a boss, but I don’t like to take a loss in this bitch (Wheezy outta here)
Such a player but I cake and cuddle all of my bitches
I got layers, I got millions, I got all type of buildings
Fuck around and air the pussy nigga out like linen
Last nigga tried me, almost got popped in Lenox
As the cops, ask the detectives, they know all the business
Ask the cops and the detectives, all the jury districts
Ask the kids at school who ambitious, all the missions
Gave the lawyer close to two mil’, he handle all the killings
I don’t know and I don’t wanna know who ‘flodged Bentley’s
I don’t know what’s goin’ bro, I think they all spillin’
We don’t speak ’bout shit on wax, it’s all mob business
We known to kill the biggest cats of all kitties
[Chorus]
Ooh-woo, diamonds peek-a-boo
Ooh-woo, I done for the crew
Ooh-woo, I done did the robbin’
I done did the jackin’, now I’m full rappin’
I put on my brothers, I put on my bitch
Had to wear the dress ’cause I had a stick
You know where the bag at, tell me where it is
I came from rags to riches, I’m the shit
I can no longer disguise it, bitch, ’cause I’m rich
I got cars galore, lil’ bitch, ’cause I’m rich
I escaped every one of the licks ’cause I was supposed to be rich
I don’t care nothin’ ’bout no cop, I’m tellin’ you just how it is talk of the century (Oh)
No time for gibberish, all the critics hearin’ this
All the bitches lipstick, and her pussy slippery
I can call a troop, go by the name of Duke
Kidnap a kangaroo, I can send a moose (Woo)
Niggas stole a chain, but I ain’t worried, fool
I’ma keep on spinnin’ ’til they tell me who
[Chorus]
Ooh-woo, diamonds peek-a-boo
Ooh-woo, I done for the crew
Ooh-woo, I done did the robbin’
I done did the jackin’, now I’m full rappin’
I put on my brothers, I put on my bitch
Had to wear the dress ’cause I had a stick
You know where the bag at, tell me where it is
I came from rags to riches, I’m the shit
I can no longer disguise it, bitch, ’cause I’m rich
I got cars galore, lil’ bitch, ’cause I’m rich
I escaped every one of the licks ’cause I was supposed to be rich
I don’t care nothin’ ’bout no cop, I’m tellin’ you just how it is
[Verse 2]
I don’t gotta throw you shit like Kaepernick, nah
I got seven bitches with me, Kaepernick
Yeah, R.I.P.