Rick Ross – Vegas Residency Lyrics

Black bottoms, through the nine into the morning pack
Fifty million up, I think I need me more than that
Restaurants, I bought me fifty and they do they thing
Now I’m into sports, I think I really need a team
[Chorus]
I got a room that’s on the highest floor
Never switch out on my nigga, no amount of dough
‘Cause you won’t get a receipt, that’s when you sell your soul
Hungry niggas sit at home, watchin’ pictures you post
(Win, lose, draw, I swear I’d bet it all for you)
We could meet up out in Vegas
I’ma pull out the Vacheron
We could meet up out in Vegas, nigga
[Verse 2]
I really needed Doctor Sebi dealin’ with these seizures
Junior Seau, concussion, suicidal every season
Go to hell and that’s exactly where I’m going to
Give my people game in this Port of Miami 2
I lost some weight, and now designers wanna get to know me
Givenchy poster boy, Naomi tryna get up on me
Eggs Benedict, a G-Wagen for my tenderoni
Florida Lotto wishes for bitches I get triggered on ’em
Feel the military for artists when they wanna’ beef
I’m the Kim Dotcom up in K.O.D
Fuck ’em on the faucet when they in the office
Doin’ time, I set a mind for correctional officers
Thurman Thomas, every step I take is footwork
2000 on the seats, a hunnid G’s just for the verse
Go and get it just to give it to the inner city
20 Rolls Royces later that night in River City
Seminola, Bahas and bring it back to Myrtle Grove
Murder one, you fuckin’ other niggas murder mo’
Boobie boys, ya’ll tell me how you heard of Zoes
305, First 48 they favorite episodes (Ssch)
So many niggas out here singin’ songs
That’s why them choppers hear the note and then we sing along
Everybody got a role, therefore we got a job
Until we meet up out in Vegas, and we got a mob
[Chorus]
I got a room that’s on the highest floor
Never switch out on my nigga, no amount of dough
‘Cause you won’t get a receipt, that’s when you sell your soul
Hungry niggas sit at home, watchin’ pictures you post
(Win, lose, draw, I swear I’d bet it all for you)
We could meet up out in Vegas
I’ma pull out the Vacheron
[Verse 3]
Gold triggers, still indoors in my Versace robe
Matching underwear, Illuminati got his soul
Phone ringin’, Benny Medina, yeah, it’s J-Lo (Hola)
Tell her fat boy got her shoe boxes full of pesos
Papi Chulo, Port of Miami, keep a secret
Silver furs, gave you my word, now we in arenas
Pyramid, you call it faith, I say it’s destiny
Eatin’ with my dawgs, we just a different pedigree
Mink coats, it’s time to drag them bitches to the floor
All my bitches tap my name, I gotta’ feed ’em all
Black Bo, he was the realest, hate to send him off
The biggest blow I ever felt, that’s from the biggest boss
Blue Ferrari on the corner, cousin, think it’s Crip
Fuck a vest, pussy nigga, ’cause it’s hit or miss
Came up in the projects, watermelon on the porch
Now it’s Caymen Island, and wonderful nautical thots
In Hawaii, Zion got me livin’, fuck the Coast
For my B-day, Dr. hats
Dade  County, nigga, mansions up in Tamarac
Never golfin’ with the Trumps and I give you my word
Back to comin’ out the trunk, chargin’ 20 a bird
Another seizure, so I woke up in intensive care
Pray  you treat a poor man like he was a millionaire
Actresses comin’ to see me like a movie premiere
Dope boys show me love just for keepin’ it trill
Dozen lawyers on the team, I’d rather keep ’em close
Bill Cosby dead in prison, I could see the quotes
Headlines when them white boys get to pay a fine
Never rapin’ women, keep it on some player time
Facts, hate and pray you catch a heart attack
Headshot, guess who did it, where the warrants at? League
M-M-M-M-M-M-Maybach  Music
Since everybody wanna speak they mind
Maybach Music
[Verse 1]
Yo,  watchin’ Kanye interview, feel like I wanna cry
For  every innocent brother charged with a homicide
Went from battle raps to now we wearin’ M.A.G.A. I’m from the league where niggas tattle much
Testify on your right hand, put ’em in a Camel Clutch
Fell asleep unconscious, woke up out in Myrtle Beach
Oh, in Vegas with pimps, niggas think they rich as me (Maybach Music)
Facts, I’m well connected in this city life
We all in double M-jumpers out on them chilly nights
Gave me a brick until I asked him “What would twenty like?”
On body number ten, so I rarely give good advice
(I was by myself last night)
[Chorus]
I got a room that’s on the highest floor
Never switch out on my nigga, no amount of dough
‘Cause you won’t get a receipt, that’s when you sell your soul
Hungry niggas sit at home, watchin’ pictures you post
(Win, lose, draw, I swear I’d bet it all for you)
We could meet up out in Vegas
I’ma pull out the Vacheron
We could meet up out in Vegas, nigga
(Win, lose, draw, lalala, lalala, lalala, lalala)
(Win, lose, draw, I swear I’d bet it all for you)
(Win, lose draw) Play this song
[Intro]
Black Bo, you know we miss you
J.U.S.T.I.C.E. Dre gave me another watch
Hundred miles and runnin’, I pray it never run it’s course
Touch a quarter million, my prayers really rubbin’ off
Ah, I catch my breath, and holler “Batter’s up”
I get the money, ’cause the stats they never mattered much
M.V.P.

Lil Tjay – F.N Lyrics

I grew up with you
Used  to fuck with you, now I’m wishing that a bus hit you
I used to fuck with you, now I’m wishing that a bus hit you)
Yeah 
(Fuck niggas, I don’t trust niggas
If you bust triggers and you tell, you a fuck nigga)
Fuck nigga
Yeah,  yeah
(Used to fuck with you, now I’m wishing that a bus hit you)
Yeah, yeah, yeah (Skrrt, skrrt, yeah)
[Refrain]
Grrr, pow, I’ma skip town, see my wrist drown
Everybody wanna fuck with me for benefits now
Man, I wish my nigga Smelly could’ve seen me lit now
Sit down, maybe roll up, blow a spliff down
Time go by, niggas change so much
Why the fuck these niggas looking at my chain so much? I grew up with you
Used to fuck with you, now I’m wishing that a bus hit you
I used to fuck with you, now I’m wishing that a bus hit you
Fuck niggas, I don’t trust niggas
If you bust triggers and you tell, you a fuck nigga
How you tell on the gang? I grew up with you
Used to fuck with you, now I’m wishing that a bus hit you
I used to fuck with you, and now I’m wishing that a bus hit you
[Outro]
Blood today
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Oh If you mention my name
Boy, I promise I’ma kill you, better duck, nigga
What’s up with you? If you mention my name
Boy, I promise I’ma kill you, better duck, nigga
What’s up with you? They just mad ’cause I departed from the game so much
One false move and the gang gon’ bust
[Chorus]
Fuck niggas, I don’t trust niggas
If you bust triggers and you tell, you a fuck nigga
How you tell on the gang? If you mention my name
Boy, I promise I’ma kill you, better duck, nigga
What’s up with you? I grew up with you
Used to fuck with you, now I’m wishing that a bus hit you
I used to fuck with you, now I’m wishing that a bus hit you
[Verse 2]
My mama know about the pain that I never tamed
But looking back for the fame, I feel the same
I was stuck up in the streets, but I had a brain
I ain’t have no money, we was looking for a nigga chain
And shit, all I ever wanted was to have a name
Had a lot of shit to lose, not enough to gain
And that fuck nigga changed, went against the grain
Found out my homie went fed, almost went insane
Strictly business, you ain’t with it, you get parked, nigga
I don’t know you, you wasn’t with me from the start, nigga
I remember catching stains in the park, nigga
Me and Bubba tryna catch an opp after dark, nigga
My mama told me, “Wisen up, be a smart nigga”
So all my niggas on go like a kart, nigga
Smelly drive mean a bullet to your heart, nigga
I don’t really wanna speak facts, see the chart, nigga
[Refrain]
Grrr, pow, I’ma skip town, see my wrist drown
Everybody wanna fuck with me for benefits now
Man, I wish my nigga Smelly could’ve seen me lit now
Sit down, maybe roll up, blow a spliff down
Time go by, niggas change so much
Why the fuck these niggas looking at my chain so much? Play this song
[Intro]
(Fuck niggas, I don’t trust niggas
If  you bust triggers and you tell, you a fuck nigga)
If  you tell, you a fuck nigga
(How you tell on the gang? They just mad ’cause I departed from the game so much
One false move and the gang gon’ bust
[Verse 1]
Cartier glasses, 20/20, got a clear view
You a man, I don’t fear you
Act up, we gon’ mask up, boy, I dare you
Brody catch a body, I’ma leave you in the rearview
Could have did it to me, lil’ nigga, you were scared to
You a bluff and you not who you appear to
You’d be starstruck if you see a nigga near you
And your bitch wanna fuck, I don’t care to
Careful, if I say links, plan’s cancelled
I can have your shorty in my bed doing dance moves
Fuck that, let’s get right back to the real shit
In the field shit, niggas really used to drill shit
Mama stressed out, whole lot she gotta deal with
Swear every real nigga gon’ feel this
Smokin ‘on drugs ’cause there’s too much to deal with
SB strapped up in the field with it
[Chorus]
Fuck niggas, I don’t trust niggas
If you bust triggers and you tell, you a fuck nigga
How you tell on the gang? I grew up with you
Used to fuck with you, now I’m wishing that a bus hit you
I used to fuck with you, now I’m wishing that a bus hit you
Fuck niggas, I don’t trust niggas
If you bust triggers and you tell, you a fuck nigga
How you tell on the gang? If you mention my name
Boy, I promise I’ma kill you, better duck, nigga
What’s up with you? If you mention my name
Boy, I promise I’ma kill you, finna dunk, nigga
What’s  up with you?

Rick Ross – Summer Reign Lyrics

Play this song
[Intro: Rick Ross]
Summer reign
Let’s let the top down
H Money
Convertible music
[Chorus: Summer Walker & Rick Ross]
All I ask is that you hold it down for me
‘Cause you told me you would be my everything
If it’s love, then baby, put it on me (I got it, uh)
We could hustle this together, you and me
‘Cause I told you I could be your everything (Yes)
If it’s love, then baby, put it on me, yeah, yeah
[Verse 1: Rick Ross]
Double M the logo, let the hustle take its course (Maybach Music)
I let you fuck me once, you wanna make me yours
Gucci shopping bags, I stuff ’em in the 4×4’s
Stop at Louis, post a picture, kill ’em, no remorse
Kill the lights, let’s light a candle, come and fuck the boy (Boy)
Whisper nothings in my ear you know that I’ll enjoy (Ah)
What you talkin’ not a problem ’cause I handle yours
50 stacks a pocket really just for amateurs (Haha)
Lickin’ on your neck, might wake up pissing in a cup (Huh)
Threw Belaire bottles on ice just for me to bust (Yes)
When you do it like I do, I make you fall in love
Never slippin’ but the difference is the all above
[Chorus: Summer Walker & Rick Ross]
All I ask is that you hold it down for me
‘Cause you told me you would be my everything
If it’s love, then baby, put it on me
We could hustle this together, you and me
‘Cause I told you I could be your everything
If it’s love, then baby, put it on me, yeah (Huh)
[Verse 2: Rick Ross]
Kissing on you might create some freaky scenes
Playing in your weave before I spark my weed
Fuck you on the beach, then order UberEats
Come to this crib in Lamborghini trucks, then lose my keys
New hairdo, she do it big, the stack just for the wig
Tinted windows on the whip, Richard on her wrist
Look at how I live, this young nigga rich (Huh)
A car wash every day, that dirty money bliss
Cocaine residue all on my Fendi shoes
Wanna see you shine, that’s if we win or lose
Told her she can pick my casket and my favorite suit (Yeah)
We pray we only lasted if we kept it true (True)
Move you to Miami, that’s how gangsters play (Boss)
Ass filling out her Fashion Nova every day
Time is money, and it’s been a minute now
She a centerfold, every night I pin it down
[Chorus: Summer Walker]
All I ask is that you hold it down for me (Hold it down)
‘Cause you told me you would be my everything (Hold it down)
If it’s love, then baby, put it on me (Put it on me, baby, yeah)
We could hustle this together, you and me (Oh, yeah)
‘Cause I told you I could be your everything
If it’s love, then baby, put it on me (Baby)
[Outro: Summer Walker]
All I ask is that you hold it down for me
‘Cause I told you I would be your everything
If it’s love, then baby, put it on me, baby
We could hustle this together, you and me
‘Cause I told you I would be your everything
If it’s love, then baby, put it on me

Rick Ross – Rich Nigga Lifestyle Lyrics

Play this song
[Verse 1: Rick Ross]
Uh, tell me what your crib worth
I hear you talkin’ war‚ but have you lived first? Rich gangbangers, y’all ain’t even know they make those
Double caseloads, push buttons, I got say-so
When it’s war time, never lay low, y’all play roles
I can’t name a fake nigga that was not exposed
How y’all niggas so surprised that Tekashi told? Ain’t a real street nigga ‘less you got a code
Mines one comma, nigga, followed by a lot of O’s
In the back of the ‘Bach, rock a lot of gold
Rap music on the charts like it’s rock and roll
Add somethin’ to the art, make a lot of dope
Gotta play my part from the start ’cause that’s all I know
Double M’s, double R’s, nigga, all I roll
Court side, goin’ viral when them punches thrown
On Crenshaw takin’ pictures like we Rich and Po
‘Nother rich rap nigga, word to Ricky Roz’ (Maybach Music)
Yeah
[Chorus: Teyana Taylor]
Ooh
Got money, got women, got cash, I’ma spend it on you
Maybach all tinted, but you see how you’re livin’, ooh
It’s a lifestyle, yeah (Lifestyle, yeah)
Hell of a lifestyle, yeah (Lifestyle, yeah)
Iced out, yeah
It’s a rich nigga lifestyle
[Verse 3: Rick Ross]
Heard they wanna put ya boy to rest just like I’m Malcolm X
Jealous of my point-of-view, watchin’ the sunset
I just keep on movin’ so you won’t catch a contact
All my dirty niggas showin’ me where the love at
Drop the top, candy painted, haters eliminated
Take a photo for fanatics, I often demonstrate it
Rich nigga, dirty game, I’m talkin’ Nick Saban
Rich reignin’ every day, whiter than Dick Cheney
Dirty nigga, but my sneakers new
She can go and get the two-door in a week or two
Dirty nigga with a couple things I could treat her to
Or maybe send her to the jeweler just like Meek’d do
Real niggas that was born to kill
Dirty niggas touchin’ 40 mil’
40 cars on the sporty wheels
Gold bars in my shorty wheels
[Chorus: Teyana Taylor]
Ooh
Got money, got women, got cash, I’ma spend it on you
Maybach all tinted, but you see how you’re livin’, ooh
It’s a lifestyle, yeah (Lifestyle, yeah)
Hell of a lifestyle, yeah (Lifestyle, yeah)
Iced out, yeah
It’s a rich nigga lifestyle
[Bridge: Teyana Taylor]
Ain’t nothin’ changed but the commas
They say the more money, more problems
But you don’t really want these problems
So watch what you say to me
Shorty, come easily
You ain’t who you claim to be
I’m just tryna keep it real
Ain’t no fucks around here
‘Cause we’re self-made
This forever is the lifestyle
[Chorus: Teyana Taylor]
Ooh
Got money, got women, got cash, I’ma spend it on you
Maybach all tinted, but you see how you’re livin’, ooh
It’s a lifestyle, yeah (Lifestyle, yeah)
I’m so iced out, yeah (Iced out, yeah)
Iced out, yeah
It’s a rich nigga lifestyle
[Outro]
M-M-M-Maybach Music Fuck a bird box‚ I wanna see my brother fly
No longer shackled in chains, young nigga crucified
Walkin’ down the block holdin’ my boom box
Optimistic dirty nigga, clean tube socks
They gon’ keep us in the ghetto ’til we move out
And we need some better books stocked in that schoolhouse
Rolls Royce weather
Rich dirty nigga‚ it took so much effort
I don’t give a fuck about who sold more records
Bein’ self-made give me so much leverage, Boss
[Chorus: Teyana Taylor]
Ooh
Got money, got women, got cash, I’ma spend it on you
Maybach all tinted, but you see how you’re livin’, ooh
It’s a lifestyle, yeah (Lifestyle, yeah)
I’m so iced out (Iced out, yeah)
Iced out, yeah
[Verse 2: Nipsey Hussle]
Look (Maybach Music)
How many niggas on your payroll? I’m just here to keep it real‚ not make you feel worse
May be a lost cause‚ but let’s still search
Until the day I die, holdin’ my guns high
Rather have a friend than enemy, which one am I?

Rick Ross – Maybach Music VI (Extended) Lyrics

When music fell cocaine righted every wrong
White Ferrari Bo Derek
But the inside’s black standing boll legged
Go home and go get it
Your Miami rental cars are sleeping in my garage motherfuckers
[Chorus: John Legend]
Glidin’ through the city to my place (My place)
It feels like we’re floatin up in outer space
(And you can still) You can find me in my Maybach
Listening to shit from way back (Maybach Music)
Oh, ah, Maybach Music
Glidin’ through the city to my place (My place)
It feels like we’re floatin up in outer space
(And you can still) Oh, Maybach Music Play this song
[Intro]
J.U.S.T.I.C.E League
[Chorus: John Legend]
Oh, glidin’ through the city to my place (My place)
It feels like we’re floatin up in outer space
(And you can still) Oh, you can find me in my Maybach
Listening to shit from way back (Maybach Music)
Oh, ah, Maybach Music
(Maybach Music)
[Verse 1: Rick Ross]
Flows mind-blowing, these niggas switching the topic
All drick-riders, your label labeled erotic
You got a couple dollars, but really it’s barely modest
Couldn’t sign me if you niggas was payin’ homage
Playin’ both side, convicted you with verdict
Play a lil’ rider, come hit you up for the murder
Chains all hollow, I peeped soon as I heard it
These niggas be talkin’ shooter, but quick to send they attorney
Is it really real, like Cand Lady allure? Money overboard, the kilos washin’ ashore
Pains on the boy, Versace down to the drawers
Currency come in Crypto, you know they tapin’ our calls
Chariots and lofts, niggas legs crossed
Talkin’ long money, but they conversation’s short
New accolades with women for me to toss
They call it “the road to riches”, regardless, I had to walk
Now it’s too many cars, they say I live in a bubble
But I make it the point, we poppin’ all through the Summer
Got the pilots and gunners, receivers, passers and punters
My pockets playin’ for keeps, G’s get more than what’s common
I made a few mistakes, I pray I get to repent
The passion came from the pain, I’m paitin’ you all my sins
Warhol, Art Basel how it’s so soft
More raw till Hov cut the ‘fro off
[Chorus: John Legend]
Glidin’ through the city to my place (My place)
It feels like we’re floatin up in outer space
(And you can still) Oh, you can find me in my Maybach
Listening to shit from way back (Maybach Music)
Oh, ah, Maybach Music
[Verse 2: Lil Wayne]
Let’s go for a ride, to where your heart desire
I put your heart in drive, I’ll let you borrow mine
My feet on top the clouds, I walk a thousand miles
She got them soft pussy lips, call it cotton mouth
And I’m on auto pilot, got a larger closet
I’m at target practice, you at Target shoppin’
Second hand smoke got her vision fallin’ cloudy
Her eyes get so watery, them bitches started drownin’
On the ride of a lifetime
Watch out for the rats, mice, cons and the pythons
So Triple H, my God, I’m so sky high
Comin’ down from the night sky, like a lightening rod
Shine like some ice, nice fives like a kite flyin’
No strings attached, we replace it with a lifeline
Out of body feelin’, out our clothes and our right mind
Baby, ride me like a bumpy road to the high rise, yeah, yeah
[Chorus: John Legend]
Glidin’ through the city to my place (My place)
It feels like we’re floatin up in outer space
(And you can still) You can find me in my Maybach
Listening to shit from way back (Maybach Music)
Oh, ah, Maybach Music
Glidin’ through the city to my place (My place)
It feels like we’re floatin up in outer space
(And you can still) Oh, Maybach Music
[Verse 3: Pusha T]
Hell of a year, true colors exposed
Crowns on these clowns, it’s like you colored they nose
We talking skillset or popularity goals
When you speak truth to the power, your popularity grows
Peers switch gears out of relevance or fear
When their name’s not as hot as who they wanna stand near
All you niggas weird, how could you compare
When you say you been rich but we need that shit like veneers
For every hundred thousand dollar chain I see
On a thousandaire’s neck, that I dare not be
Young nigga, old nigga, you all the same to me
Just one slick tweet from treading dangerously
Rare form, airborne since Clairborne
Been fly like a runway was cleared for him
White wedding, Vogue had the exclusive
Any blemish on my past was prostitution
Sit back and let them draw their own conclusions
A picture’s worth a thousand words, Mr. Houston
You wonder why cocaine’s up in every song?

Rick Ross – I Still Pray Lyrics

(M’-M’-M’)
That’s what you get for tryna work with niggas
If it’s fuck the other side, then that’s what it is
After every murder, celebrating off in LIV
How you jealous of a nigga’s swag? (M’-M’-M’)
I’ll give you back the money just to get my health
All the rifles on the block be fully automatic (M’-M’-M’)
Kids dying in the projects while we living lavish
Welfare cheese and the pigeon P’s
I’ma skip the lobster tails, I want the chicken wings (M’-M’-M’)
I pray it come a day when everybody eat
Your president on Twitter while my people on the street
Half these niggas snakes, others wanna leech
Never cared what you make ’cause it’s in my reach
Every day I wake up and I pray for Black Bo
Damn, I miss my nigga, that’s what really matter most
[Chorus: Ball Greezy]
All the diamonds in the Rollie, yeah, we prayed for that
Big yard full of foreigns, yeah, we prayed for that
Move mama out the ghetto, yeah, we prayed for that
And all my niggas locked down, I hope you make it back
Know that we miss y’all, got ’em hatin’ that, yeah
We rich forever, got ’em hatin’ that, yeah
Ballin’ on ’em, got ’em hatin’ that, yeah
We them niggas and they hatin’ that (M’-M’-M’)
[Verse 2: YFN Lucci]
Uh, they know it ain’t nobody triller, yeah
Lonely at the top but I’m up here, yeah
Ain’t no feeling in this world better than this one, yeah
I might load some rounds before I let him kill me
Can’t let my family down, man, that shit’ll kill me
If I give you it all, what I’ma give my children? Play this song
[Intro: Rick Ross]
Rick Ross was reportedly hospitalized early Friday morning
Sources close to Rick Ross tell **** that he’s been hooked up to a machine that’s taking over the function of his heart and lungs
He’s reported getting treatment in the cardiac unit, which is a strong sign that he could’ve suffered a heart attack that started as a respiratory problem early Thursday morning
He’s hooked up to an ECMO, which is a form of life support
This story is still developing
M’-M’-M’
M’-M’-M’
Extremely painful
That’s what I call this right here
Oh, yo (Maybach Music)
[Verse 1: Rick Ross]
Wake up out a coma, frozen in the moment
You could have the biggest clique, but you gon’ die a loner
Tubes down my throat, rules that I broke
All these quotes that I wrote and never cared to vote
What good is all the wealth, shittin’ on yourself? Like a patdown, gotta feel me
Ain’t where I wanna be now, but I will be, yeah
Hustle hard, get the paper, never stop
Never quit, I’m on top, I’m on top of my shit
I can flaunt my shit, I went hard for this shit, yeah
Uh, you know (You know)
You know (You know)
That a change gon’ come (A change gon’ come)
The finer things gon’ come (Finer things gon’ come)
[Chorus: Ball Greezy]
All the diamonds in the Rollie, yeah, we prayed for that (M’-M’-M’)
Big yard full of foreigns, yeah, we prayed for that
Move mama out the ghetto, yeah, we prayed for that
And all my niggas locked down, I hope you make it back
Know that we miss y’all, got ’em hatin’ that, yeah
We rich forever, got ’em hatin’ that, yeah
Ballin’ on ’em, got ’em hatin’ that, yeah
We them niggas and they hatin’ that
[Verse 3: Ball Greezy]
My closest homie got me rollin’ with one in the head
I got the joke but disagreed on the shit that he said
What happened to the perfect picture? (M’-M’-M’)
Every Sunday on my phone, watching TD Jakes
Readin’ scriptures to my soul helped me see the snakes
Drop the top on the foreign when the feds out
Acting like FCI ain’t givin’ bids out
Just to think about my youngin, it just give me chills
Niggas jeopardize they weed just to drop a grill
Glorifyin’ snitch niggas who be cuttin’ deals
Let ’em go against the code for a dollar bill (M’-M’-M’)
[Chorus: Ball Greezy]
All the diamonds in the Rollie, yeah, we prayed for that
Big yard full of foreigns, yeah, we prayed for that
Move mama out the ghetto, yeah, we prayed for that
And all my niggas locked down, I hope you make it back
Know that we miss y’all, got ’em hatin’ that, yeah
We rich forever, got ’em hatin’ that, yeah
Ballin’ on ’em, got ’em hatin’ that, yeah
We them niggas and they hatin’ that
[Outro]
Maybach Music
Port of Miami 2
Yes, we are
Yes, we are, oh
Oh-woah
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, no When every bird I got fronted, I broke it in half?

Rick Ross – Fascinated Lyrics

Play this song
[Intro]
Such a cloudy day, uh
Help  me‚ Lord
Yeah 
Oh‚ Lord
Oh‚ Lord
Hold  ya head, nigga
Hold  ya head, nigga
Lord‚ Lord
Oh,  Lord
What’s a hundred grand to a young nigga? My dog doin’ twenty as a young nigga
I’m prayin’ for his son, he’s a young nigga
Strapped  with my gun as a young nigga
[Verse 1]
Hundred round‚ nigga, hangin’ out a Chevrolet (Huh)
Just a young nigga tryna see my fuckin’ pay (Ahh)
My daddy caught a bus, never lookin’ back
Got me standin’ in the rain, first fifty pack (Woo)
It’s never been the same, now I’m gettin’ stacks
Tattooed names on a nigga back (Black)
Rest in peace, nigga, to my lil’ niggas (‘Nut)
Rest in peace, dyin’ as a lil’ nigga (P-Nut)
Buried like a soldier, he’s a true nigga (P-Nut)
Throw the flag on his casket, he’s a true nigga (P-Nut)
You pussy niggas talkin’ like you knew niggas
Young niggas, y’all some new niggas
[Chorus]
Candy paint fascinate a young nigga (Huh)
Gold watches fascinate a young nigga (Huh)
Fine bitches fascinate a young nigga (Yeah)
They just wanna assassinate a young nigga (Woo)
[Verse 2]
They wanna give you five (Five), wanna give you ten (Ten)
Fifteen (Fifteen), send you back again (Damn)
Gave my dog life, said he was a killa (Killa)
Conspiracy for me ’cause I run with dealers (Whoa)
Gave a nigga thirty, he converted Muslim (Inshallah)
Top down, nigga, got them bitches lookin’ (Inshallah)
Real nigga, Gs on my belt buckle (Huh)
Huggin’ on my mama ’cause niggas don’t love ya (I love ya)
Cold pistol, nigga, cold bullets (I love ya)
Shout out to my dog, he gon’ pull it
I put that on my soul, that’s on everythang
I put that on my soul, that’s on everythang (Maybach Music)
[Chorus]
Candy paint fascinate a young nigga (Huh)
TV fascinate a young nigga (Huh)
Yella hoes fascinate a young nigga
Hey, hey
[Verse 3]
I be cryin’ in my car, nigga
Nightmares of dyin’ in my car, nigga (I ain’t lyin’)
I just wanna stack my meatloaf
I just wanna keep my heat close (I got it)
I heard a nigga killed his self
I heard a nigga killed his self
I’ma ride ’til it’s all gone
Uh, I’ma ride ’til it’s all gone
Rest in peace to the trill
Rest in peace to the real
Straight from me, nigga will
And believe me, a nigga will
[Interlude]
Oh
Maybach Music
Oh
Whoa
I know you goin’ through some thangs, nigga
I got chills goin’ up my arm
My nigga gone
[Verse 4]
Pussy nigga, I’m independent
Pussy nigga, I want every pendant
Keep your business, keep your phones, nigga
I’m tryna do my own, nigga
Keep them pussy-boys from ’round me, nigga (Oh Lord)
Keep all pussy-boys from ’round me, nigga (Please, Jesus)
Keep all pussy-boys from ’round me, nigga (Please, Jesus)
I’m scared, these pussy-boys surroundin’, nigga
I’m so real, I’m so real
I’m so real, I’m so real
I feel alone, nigga, all alone (I’m so alone)
I feel alone, nigga, all alone
[Chorus]
Candy paint fascinate a young nigga (Young nigga)
Gold watches fascinate a young nigga (I got ’em all)
Fine bitches fascinate a young nigga (I want ’em all)
They just wanna assassinate a young nigga
[Post-Chorus]
What’s a hundred grand to a young nigga? My dog doin’ twenty as a young nigga
I’m prayin’ for his son, he’s a young nigga
Strapped with my gun as a young nigga
[Chorus]
Candy paint fascinate a young nigga
Gold watches fascinate a young nigga
Fine bitches fascinate a young nigga
They just wanna assassinate a young nigga

Rick Ross – Born to Kill Lyrics

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[Intro: Rick Ross]
Got a question, you afraid of death? That’s the only question I got for you
Huh
[Chorus: Rick Ross]
Flowers on my grave, doves in the sky (Doves in the sky)
Rats in the sewer dance when I die (When I die)
Champagne in the shower, toast when I cry (When I cry)
I was born to kill, livin’ is a crime (Is a crime)
Nikes in the box until the money fill it (Money fill it)
Ski mask in my pocket so don’t make me peel it (Make me peel it)
Yayo in my blood, it’s like I need a rush (Need a rush)
Head all in your system, pussies need a flush (Need a flush)
[Verse 1: Rick Ross]
Choppers on the seat as I listen to Meek
Speakin’ less to niggas as bodies increase
See me on your set, better check your circumference
Might end up on your back and not bein’ responsive
I was forced to kill ’cause I want to live
And if you wanna buy a crib, they give you thirty years (Thirty years)
Me against the world, pistol in your clutch (In your clutch)
They like to call it freedom, it was never such (It was never such)
Niggas on the porch, weed in the blunts (In the blunts)
You go against the team, you ain’t seen in months (Seen in months)
Bitch nigga died, bitch niggas die (Niggas die)
Flowers on his grave, doves in the sky (Doves in the sky)
Pocket full of money and I need the most
I tell ’bout what you are, you niggas’ needle’s low (Needle’s low)
Bitches know you broke just lookin’ at your hoes (At your hoes)
They need some newer purses than they shit they post (Shit they post)
[Pre-Chorus: Rick Ross]
Kilo in the mornin’, skip the cappuccino (Cappuccino)
Bomb under my car like I was Al Pacino (Al Pacino)
Flowers for a king, flowers for a king (For a king)
So, the very day I die, this song you sing (Song you sing)
[Chorus: Rick Ross]
Flowers on my grave, doves in the sky (Doves in the sky)
Rats in the sewer dance when I die (When I die)
Champagne in the shower, toast when I cry (When I cry)
I was born to kill, livin’ is a crime (Is a crime)
Nikes in the box until the money fill it (Money fill it)
Ski mask in my pocket so don’t make me peel it (Make me peel it)
Yayo in my blood, it’s like I need a rush (Need a rush)
Head all in your system, pussies need a flush (Need a flush)
[Interlude: Jeezy]
Let’s go, Snow
[Verse 2: Jeezy]
I ain’t playin’ wit’ ’em, no way, no how (No how)
Got the .40 in my ‘Didas sweats right now (Boom)
I’m knockin’ everything down, bowl three strikes
Had to count up all the paper, took me three nights
Pray the Lord protect my soul, I’m just tryna make it (Make it)
Had to leave them niggas ‘lone, they was thinkin’ basic (Yeah)
So many hundreds in my pocket like some Hammer pants (Hammer pants)
Shit be funny ’til you ridin’ in that ambulance (Woo)
Say my name three times, I’m the Candy Man (Snow)
So many verts outside, call it Candy Land (Dope)
Pussy nigga turned to owls, they like, “Who nigga?” (Who nigga?)
Brought them bananas for the monkeys at the zoo, nigga (Yeah)
[Chorus: Rick Ross & Jeezy]
Flowers on my grave, doves in the sky (Doves in the sky)
Rats in the sewer dance when I die (When I die)
Champagne in the shower, toast when I cry (When I cry)
I was born to kill, livin’ is a crime (Is a crime, Snow)
Nikes in the box until the money fill it (Money fill it)
Ski mask in my pocket so don’t make me peel it (Make me peel it)
Yayo in my blood, it’s like I need a rush (Need a rush)
Head all in your system, pussies need a flush (Need a flush)
[Verse 3: Rick Ross]
Powers of position I’m addicted to
That’s what sweepin’ up the block just for a nickel do
I put down nickel rocks just in the nick of time
Now that S500 Benz just circle fifty times
Hundred shots, don’t make me put that .50 down *gunshot*
When that bitch go off, I bet it make a nigga proud
Walk up on you and he make a piggy sound
Then I’m back to the strip club to blow a bitch allowance
We know them niggas tellin’ but we hustle harder (Hustle harder)
I was born to kill, I pray I die a martyr (Die a martyr)
You should die today but I’ma try tomorrow (Try tomorrow)
I always end a threat that’s followed by the flowers
I just got a phone call, that boy Bo Diddley home
I bet in thirty days that boy be fifty strong
Race to get a million just the way we think
Middle of the summer in a cheetah mink (Cheetah mink)
[Pre-Chorus: Rick Ross]
Kilo in the mornin’, skip the cappuccino (Cappuccino)
Bomb under my car like I was Al Pacino (Al Pacino)
Flowers for a king, flowers for a king (For a king)
So, the very day I die, this song you sing (Song you sing)
[Chorus: Rick Ross]
Flowers on my grave, doves in the sky (Doves in the sky)
Rats in the sewer dance when I die (When I die)
Champagne in the shower, toast when I cry (When I cry)
I was born to kill, livin’ is a crime (Is a crime)
Nikes in the box until the money fill it (Money fill it)
Ski mask in my pocket so don’t make me peel it (Make me peel it)
Yayo in my blood, it’s like I need a rush (Need a rush)
Head all in your system, pussies need a flush (Need a flush)

Snow Patrol – Open Your Eyes (Reworked) Lyrics

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[Verse 1]
All this feels strange and untrue
And I won’t waste a minute without you
My bones ache, my skin feels cold
And I’m getting so tired and so old
The anger swells in my guts
And I won’t feel these slices and cuts
I want so much to open your eyes
‘Cause I need you to look into mine
[Chorus]
Tell me that you’ll open your eyes
Tell me that you’ll open your eyes
Tell me that you’ll open your eyes
Tell me that you’ll open your eyes
[Verse 2]
Get up, get out, get away from these liars
‘Cause they don’t get your soul or your fire
Take my hand, knot your fingers through mine
And we’ll walk from this dark room for the last time
Every minute from this minute now
We can do what we like anywhere
I want so much to open your eyes
‘Cause I need you to look into mine
[Chorus]
Tell me that you’ll open your eyes
Tell me that you’ll open your eyes
Tell me that you’ll open your eyes
Tell me that you’ll open your eyes
Tell me that you’ll open your eyes
Tell me that you’ll open your eyes
Tell me that you’ll open your eyes
Tell me that you’ll open your eyes
[Vocalizing]

Lil Pump – Hardy Brothers (freestyle) Lyrics

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[Intro: Lil Pump]
Jeff Hardy, Matt Hardy (Ooh, ooh, ooh)
(Thank you Fizzle)
[Hook: Lil Pump & Smokepurpp]
Jeff Hardy, Matt Hardy (Yeah)
Jeff Hardy, Matt Hardy (Bitch)
Jeff Hardy, Matt Hardy (Chyeah)
Jeff Hardy, Matt Hardy (Bitch)
Money flip Jeff Hardy, Matt Hardy (Yeah)
Goddamn three guns in the party (Blih)
Goddamn five guns in the party (Bitch)
Goddamn young niggas getting gnarly (Ah)
Jeff Hardy, Matt Hardy (Ayy)
Jeff Hardy, Matt Hardy (Brr)
Jeff Hardy, Matt Hardy (Ooh)
Jeff Hardy, Matt Hardy (Damn)
Money flip Jeff Hardy, Matt Hardy (Bitch)
Goddamn three guns in the party (Goddamn)
Goddamn five guns in the party (Huh)
Stomp a dumb bitch out in the party (Stomp)
[Verse: Smokepurpp & Lil Pump]
My money flip, Jeff Hardy
I drop a nigga for trying to rob me
I don’t give a fuck bust out gun in the party
Your girlfriend a groupie so I let her top me
Bitch I walked out on a nigga (Bitch)
Suppressor on me bitch I silence a nigga
Hoe check the stats we the richest young niggas
I feel like a lick walking ’round with six figures (Six)
Sipping on drank in the morning (Ooh)
I’m the new age Beethoven
Imma do a drive by in a Ford Focus (Vroom)
Shh, went in her purse and she didn’t even notice (Damn)
Stomp his ass out in my boots (Ooh)
Do not look at me confused (Ooh)
Don’t make me go knock out your tooth (Ah ah)
My grandma she ride with that tool (Ayy)
[Hook: Lil Pump & Smokepurpp]
Jeff Hardy, Matt Hardy (Yeah)
Jeff Hardy, Matt Hardy (Bitch)
Jeff Hardy, Matt Hardy (Chyeah)
Jeff Hardy, Matt Hardy (Bitch)
Money flip Jeff Hardy, Matt Hardy (Yeah)
Goddamn three guns in the party (Blih)
Goddamn five guns in the party (Bitch)
Goddamn young niggas getting gnarly (Ah)
Jeff Hardy, Matt Hardy (Ayy)
Jeff Hardy, Matt Hardy (Brr)
Jeff Hardy, Matt Hardy (Ooh)
Jeff Hardy, Matt Hardy (Damn)
Money flip Jeff Hardy, Matt Hardy (Bitch)
Goddamn three guns in the party (Goddamn)
Goddamn five guns in the party (Huh)
Stomp a dumb bitch out in the party (Stomp)

Zac Brown Band – Warrior Lyrics

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[Chorus]
No one’s born to be a warrior
No one born an average man
We make one or the other
And we try to understand
Try to understand
[Verse 1]
He will long for the feeling standing strong with his brothers
Before the enemy
He will miss the quiet pride of his men at his side as he leads them into victory
[Pre-Chorus]
He can wash the war paint off his face and learn to love a bitter broken place
[Bridge]
But nothing quite compares to the taste
He can’t replace it, no, no, no
[Chorus]
No one’s born to be a warrior
No one born an average man
We make one or the other
And we try to understand
Try to understand
[Post-Chorus]
Warrior, warrior, warrior
Warrior, warrior, warrior
[Verse 2]
The pain takes a backseat for a cause
No applause from his country
No service leaves him lessor, when he loses his suppressor
And the pain that comes is deafening
[Pre-Chorus]
He can wash the war paint off his face and learn to love a bitter broken place
[Chorus]
No one’s born to be a warrior
No one born an average man
We make one or the other
And we try to understand
Try to understand
[Post-Chorus]
Warrior, warrior, warrior
Warrior, warrior, warrior
Warrior, warrior, warrior
Warrior, warrior, warrior
[Interlude]
We are born in hospitals in different states
To moms and dads who work and pray
That we’ll be saved, an amazing grace
The chosen few get shipped away
One more mile, one more day
To harvest souls and bear the weight
And reap the tax that must be paid
[Post-Chorus]
Warrior, warrior, warrior
[Chorus]
No one’s born to be a warrior
No one born an average man
We make one or the other
And we try to understand
Try to understand
[Post-Chorus]
Warrior, warrior, warrior
Warrior, warrior, warrior
Warrior, warrior, warrior
Warrior, warrior, warrior

Ugly God – Batman Lyrics

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[Intro]
Tay Keith, fuck these niggas up! Ay, ay, ay, bitch
[Chorus]
Ay, Batman, bitch, I’m up like Batman (Bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch)
Walk inside the party, bitch, you know I need my back end (Bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch)
If he disrespect me, slap that nigga with my backhand (Pew, pew-pew, pew, pew)
Bitch, I’m on the court, I’m ballin’, nigga, you a stat man (Pew, pew-pew, pew, pew-pew)
Ay, Batman, bitch, I’m up like Batman (Bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch)
Walk inside the party, bitch, you know I need my back end (Bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch)
If he disrespect me, slap that nigga with my backhand (Pew, pew-pew, pew, pew)
Bitch, I’m on the court, I’m ballin’, nigga, you a stat man (Pew, pew-pew, pew, pew-pew)
[Verse 1]
Get-get back, man, I just got some racks in
You got your first check and went yo’ ass straight to the tap man
Don’t hand me your mixtape, bitch, I’ll throw it in the trash can (Bitch)
Pocket full of hundreds, bitch, I’m walkin’ like a fat man
Like a fat man, I got racks
I get your bih’, that bitch from the back
Don’t fuck with niggas ’cause niggas be wack (Facts)
I hit that bih’ with a stack
Every bih’ you wanna fuck I done had it
Took your bitch home, threw that bitch on the mattress
Walk like a boss and I ball like a Maverick (Woo)
Just like Batman, I’m ready for action
I booked that bitch a hotel ’cause my place not where she crashin’ (Bitch)
Bitch, don’t look my way when I roll up ’cause I’m not passin’
I jumped off in that foreign, crunk that bitch and got to smashin’
(Bitch, I’m gone)
[Chorus]
Ay, Batman, bitch, I’m up like Batman (Bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch)
Walk inside the party, bitch, you know I need my back end (Bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch)
If he disrespect me, slap that nigga with my backhand (Pew, pew-pew, pew, pew)
Bitch, I’m on the court, I’m ballin’, nigga, you a stat man (Pew, pew-pew, pew, pew-pew)
Ay, Batman, bitch, I’m up like Batman (Bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch)
Walk inside the party, bitch, you know I need my back end (Bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch)
If he disrespect me, slap that nigga with my backhand (Pew, pew-pew, pew, pew)
Bitch, I’m on the court, I’m ballin’, nigga, you a stat man (Pew, pew-pew, pew, pew-pew)
[Verse 2]
She wanna fuck ’cause I got the juice (‘Cause I got the juice)
But I want the neck (I want the neck), just like a noose (Just like a noose)
And she off the Goose (She off the what?) so she finna loose (She finna loose)
I’m with the gang-gang in the back, so don’t make a move (So don’t make a move)
I put the gang-gang on the map, now we in Peru (We in Peru)
Chopper go bang-bang, so get back or you gon’ be through (Buck)
Ay, bad hoes, I need my bitches in two (Two)
Ay, I’ma asshole ’cause as soon as I fuck then I’m through (I’m through, bitch)
Just like Batman, I run shit like a captain
Every time you see me, bitch, I’m in the latest fashion
You don’t want no smoke so you can quit with all that cappin’
I’m in traffic with yo’ bitch inside that motherfuckin’ Aston (In them Astons, skrrt)
[Chorus]
Ay, Batman, bitch, I’m up like Batman (Bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch)
Walk inside the party, bitch, you know I need my back end (Bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch)
If he disrespect me, slap that nigga with my backhand (Pew, pew-pew, pew, pew)
Bitch, I’m on the court, I’m ballin’, nigga, you a stat man (Pew, pew-pew, pew, pew-pew)
Ay, Batman, bitch, I’m up like Batman (Bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch)
Walk inside the party, bitch, you know I need my back end (Bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch)
If he disrespect me, slap that nigga with my backhand (Pew, pew-pew, pew, pew)
Bitch, I’m on the court, I’m ballin’, nigga, you a stat man (Pew, pew-pew, pew, pew-pew)

Ty Dolla $ign – Hottest in the City Lyrics

Play this song
[Part I]
[Intro: Juicy J]
Play me some pimpin’ mane
(Yeah, oh no, oh my)
(Ohh)
Yeah, mane, Ty what’s good mane? Onsight mane, when I see that bitch I’ma…
[Verse 1: Juicy J]
Beat the pussy like I’m Joe Jackson (Yeah, ho)
Lick that pussy, stick that pussy, that’s the total package (Yeah, ho)
Pretty brown skin geeked, late for all her classes
‘Cause we wasted half a hour gettin’ head in traffic (Yeah, ho)
Made it rain on her, now that pussy extra splashin’ (Yeah, ho)
In that thang soakin’ wet, I forgot my jacket (Yeah, ho)
[Verse 2: Ty Dolla $ign & Juicy J]
720S Mclaren, my shit go the fastest (Woo)
Got a stain on my shirt from these Cookie ashes (Yeah, ho)
New Versace denim, bust ’em with the cherry ashes (Yeah, ho)
All she want is new Chanel and Celine glasses (Yeah, ho)
Anything she want, anything she want (I’m buyin’ it)
She want sushi, we fly out to Tokyo for lunch (For lunch?)
[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign & Juicy J]
Who the hottest in the city? (H-H-H-Hottest, yeah, ho)
Ain’t no nigga in this bitch did it like I did it (Now, who the hottest?)
Ain’t no nigga in this bitch did it like I did it (Now, who the hottest?)
Who the hottest in the city? (Yeah, ho, what you lookin’ at?)
Yeah, that ass fat, and that monkey fat (Bounce that), let me smack that (Yeah, ho), I had fun with that (Woo)
Onsight, onsight she know I need that (Bounce that)
Onsight, onsight, like where the weed at? (Yeah, ho)
Who the hottest in the city? (H-H-H-Hottest, yeah, ho)
[Part II]
[Intro: Project Pat]
Tay Keith, fuck these niggas up
North Memphis, North Memphis
North Memphis, North Memphis
North Memphis, North Memphis
North Memphis, North Memphis
[Verse 1: Project Pat]
SOSer, ain’t no panties under that dressa (Mmhmm)
Nipple rings pokin’ through the shirt, tats on her neck-a
Ass fat like a Mack truck, ready for a wrecka (Ayy)
Rich nigga dick betta, come with a checka
[Verse 2: Ty Dolla $ign]
I might have to flex her, bust a Rollie on a bitch
Promised her a Tesla if she swallow all the kids
Hands on the dresser, she might let my dogs hit it
That pussy stay wetta when it’s on a raw dick
[Verse 3: Project Pat]
Called her ass lit, at the club on that peach Crown (Mmm)
Been a minute boo, ooh that pussy need a beat down (Mmm)
Ritz-Carlton hotel, them sheets need a skeet down (Skeet, skeet)
Ass wide, I got the gun, I had to hold the skreet down
[Outro: Ty Dolla $ign & Juicy J]
Hold it down, hold it down, hold it down, hold it down, for real (Ooh)
Yeah she gon’ hold it down, hold it down, hold it down, hold it down, for real
Bounce that booty, bounce that booty, bounce that booty for me
Bounce that booty, bounce that booty, bounce that booty for me
Yeah, that ass fat, and that monkey fat (Bounce that), let me smack that (Yeah, ho)
What you lookin’ at? (Hottest, now, who the hottest?)
Who the hottest in the city? (Now, who the hottest?)
Who the hottest in the city? (Yeah)
Who the hottest in the city? (Yeah, ho)
Onsight, onsight, I cop it off the lot (Yeah, ho)
Screaming “Free 03” til’ they let him out (Yeah, ho)

Trippie Redd – Everything BoZ Lyrics

Play this song
[Chorus: Trippie Redd]
Hold up, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, I can teach that bitch my language like Rosetta Stone, yeah
Fuck that bitch one time and then I’m phoning home, yeah
Talk down, you get shot to your dome, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
I had to slime some niggas out, I damn near wiped they nose, yeah
Pussy nigga know I came from toting poles
And you ain’t built like that, lil’ nigga, you can get exposed, yeah
Yeah, yeah (Yeah)
Yeah, yeah
[Verse 1: Trippie Redd]
Fuck nigga, what you want? Huh (What you want?)
Know we keep them choppers like a movie role (Movie role)
I just need to know, is it truly smoke? (Truly smoke)
Yeah, ’cause you know we want the smoke, we truly want (Truly want)
To bust shots at the opposition
Pussy nigga, you ain’t really in the right position
To be talking that gangster shit, pussy, you get hit coming
She like bah, bah, bah, get shot in your head, man
Yeah, get shot where the headband ‘posed to be at
Pussy nigga, huh, yeah, uh, uh
Pussy nigga, huh, yeah
You can get hit up
[Chorus: Trippie Redd]
Hold up, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, I can teach that bitch my language like Rosetta Stone, yeah
Fuck that bitch one time and then I’m phoning home, yeah
Talk down, you get shot to your dome, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
I had to slime some niggas out, I damn near wiped they nose, yeah
Pussy nigga know I came from toting poles
And you ain’t built like that, lil’ nigga, you can get exposed, yeah
Yeah, yeah (Yeah)
Yeah, yeah
[Verse 2: Coi Leray]
Yeah, uno, dos, tres, yeah, come and give me head
This a Glock .40, yeah, leave a nigga dead
Niggas be lackin’, yeah, catch that nigga in traffic, shot him in the back
Might take your bitch, yeah, she wanna hang with the gang but this ain’t that
Boy be telling, yeah, can’t fuck with these opp ass niggas, they all rats
Hopped in my bag, Birkin, got out all this cash earned it
Tell me what you need, serve it, man, I make these bitches nervous
Yeah, yeah, ayy, ooh
Mmh, mmh, mmh, ayy
It’s a Glock .40
[Chorus: Trippie Redd]
Hold up, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, I can teach that bitch my language like Rosetta Stone, yeah
Fuck that bitch one time and then I’m phoning home, yeah
Talk down, you get shot to your dome, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
I had to slime some niggas out, I damn near wiped they nose, yeah
Pussy nigga know I came from toting poles
And you ain’t built like that, lil’ nigga, you can get exposed, yeah
Yeah, yeah (Yeah)
Yeah, yeah (Yeah, yeah)

Tori Kelly – Coffee Lyrics

Play this song
[Verse 1]
I envy the cup of coffee that kisses you every morning
That pillow caressing your cheek when you are tired and yawning (Mmm)
I’m jealous of the steering wheel you wrap your hands around
That seat belt’s on your chest hearing your heart, holding you down
I envy the cup of coffee that kisses you every morning
Oh
[Pre-Chorus]
Ooh, ooh-ooh
I would jump over the edge for you to get to you
Ooh, ooh-ooh
I’d walk an ocean to get to you (Next to you)
[Chorus]
It’s unfair ’cause I’m missing you way too much
I’m missing you, missing you way too much
And I’m wishing you were right here because
I’m missing you way, way too much
And I know that it’s so silly of me
To be jealous of all these stupid things
But I’m missing you, missing you way too much
I’m missing you way, way, way too much
And it’s unfair
[Verse 2]
Am I crazy to wanna hold you like the clothes on your body? (Oh-ooh)
I would trade places with the air that rushes by you so softly
Oh
[Pre-Chorus]
Ooh (Yeah), ooh-ooh
I would jump over the edge for you, to get to you, oh
Ooh, ooh-ooh
I’d walk an ocean get to you, yeah (Next to you)
[Chorus]
It’s unfair ’cause I’m missing you way too much
I’m missing you, missing you way too much
And I’m wishing you were right here because
I’m missing you way, way too much
And I know that it’s so silly of me
To be jealous of all these stupid things
But I’m missing you, missing you way too much
I’m missing you way, way, way too much
And it’s unfair
[Verse 3]
That you’ve got the things I need, but they’re always out of reach (And it’s unfair)
That I always have to dream to get you next to me
And it’s unfair
Even the stars that shine get to see you at night (And it’s unfair)
It all reminds me of you and maybe that’s the reason why I’m always
[Chorus]
Missing you way too much, yeah
I’m missing you, missing you way too much (Too much)
And I’m wishing you were right here because (Were right here because)
I’m missing you way, way, way too much (Oh, missing you)
And I know that it’s so silly of me (To be jealous of all)
To be jealous of all these stupid things
But I’m missing you (But I’m missing you, yeah), missing you way too much
I’m missing you way, way, way too much
And it’s unfair
[Outro]
And it’s unfair
And it’s unfair
And it’s unfair
Said I’m missing you way too much
Way too much