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Rae Sremmurd – Perplexing Pegasus lyrics

[Intro]
Ear Drummers
Mike WiLL Made-It

[Chorus: Swae Lee]
Jump in the Pegasus (on them horses)
All kinda reckless the necklace (yeah, we bad)
All kinda reckless I flexed it (yeah)
K-keep the change, yeah you heard me correctly (hey)
If she sleek and foreign, call her Lexus (on them horses)
Every week a foreign, I just check her wishlist (woah, yeah)
Only thing I’m here for is perplexin’ (on them horses, skrrt!)
Caterpillar whip and I lowered it (woo, yeah)

[Verse 1: Slim Jxmmi]
Lil’ Jxm’, I got a problem (hey)
I’m in love with money, I’m in love with ballin’ (yeah)
Gotta keep my phone on vibrate, how these bitches callin’ (brrr, brrr)
Neiman Marcus’ shawty and I ain’t window shoppin’ (yeah)
2K on my feet, yeah, 2K, I be kickin’ game (game)
Bubble Gum OG, I’m smokin’ on a different strain (woo)
Niggas stealin’ sauce, they need to stay up in their lane (lane)
Baby, we on top and that ain’t ever gonna change (Sremm)
Put you boys to shame (shame on you)
Pull them foreign’s out
And put you boys to shame (shame on you)
Going hard on a bitch like Major Payne (yeah, yeah)
Say my name (Jxm)
They ain’t know how to spell it, so I put it on my chain (skrrt, skrrt)

[Chorus: Swae Lee]
Jump in the Pegasus (on them horses)
All kinda reckless the necklace (yeah, we bad)
All kinda reckless I flexed it (yeah)
K-keep the change, yeah you heard me correctly (hey)
If she sleek and foreign, call her Lexus (on them horses)
Every week a foreign, I just check her wishlist (woah, yeah)
Only thing I’m here for is perplexin’ (on them horses, skrrt)
Caterpillar whip and I lowered it (woo, yeah)

[Verse 2: Swae Lee]
All these, hundreds got me siftin’ (yea, yeah)
G35, needs a liftkit (yeah)
Man dirty cup I’m grippin’ I mean it’s a pig pen
Leave your chick within five feet of me, wouldn’t risk it (woo, risk)
Niggas cannot stop me, told ’em just to face it (brrrp)
Aston sittin’ low (lower), damn I scraped it (hey)
She like, “Spread your wings, ’cause it’s the Pegasus” (woo)
I’m like, “I might go and take the spot, because of negligence” (yeah)
Oh, barricades ain’t holdin’ me (ayy)
Money on me, but that ain’t controllin’ me
Last night had bitches bogin’ me, like they go at me?
Took off on these niggas, caught a JetStream (yeah)

[Chorus: Swae Lee & Slim Jxmmi]
Jump in the Pegasus (on them horses)
All kinda reckless the necklace (yeah, we bad)
All kinda reckless I flexed it (yeah)
K-keep the change, yeah you heard me correctly (hey)
If she sleek and foreign, call her Lexus (on them horses)
Every week a foreign, I just check her wishlist (woah, yeah)
Only thing I’m here for is perplexin’ (on them horses, skrrt) (yeah)
Caterpillar whip and I lowered it (woo, yeah) (yeah)

Slim Jxmmi – Changed Up lyrics

[Intro]
Run it, oh
Yo
Ear Drummers
I ain’t even got a blunt right now?
This ain’t me
Who this is?

[Chorus]
Oh, you sayin’ I done changed on ya
How I changed on ya?
You were never one of my niggas
You were never one of my homies
Tell me how?
I said, damn, e’rrbody want a piece when you’re up
When you’re down, ain’t nobody ’round
Tell me what the fuck?
Oh, you sayin’ I done changed on ya
How I changed on ya?
You were never one of my niggas
You were never one of my homies
Tell me how?
I said, damn, e’rrbody want a piece when you’re up
When you’re down, ain’t nobody ’round
Tell me what the fuck? Huh?

[Verse 1]
Damn, I done came up, now a nigga stacking green
I could go and buy Supreme but I’m in love with Gucci jeans
Shawty in love with my steez, bring these bitches to their knees
I got all this fuckin’ swag and I can’t even (sigh)
I can’t even stop it, all these watches that I want
I stack it up, then cop it
Guess the lesson of the day is keep stackin’ your dollar
And them bitches chasin’ me so I ain’t gotta holla

[Chorus]
Oh, you sayin’ I done changed on ya
How I changed on ya?
You were never one of my niggas
You were never one of my homies
Tell me how?
I said, damn, e’rrbody want a piece when you’re up
When you’re down, ain’t nobody ’round
Tell me what the fuck?
Oh, you sayin’ I done changed on ya
How I changed on ya?
You were never one of my niggas
You were never one of my homies
Tell me how?
I said, damn, e’rrbody want a piece when you’re up
When you’re down, ain’t nobody ’round
Tell me what the fuck? Huh?

[Verse 2]
Ayy, I feel like Jay-Z the way I’m pulling strings
Feel like I wrote the book the way I’m running game
They think I’m a crook the way I take him
I don’t even wanna call a hoe ’cause she on go
Ayy, Uncle Jxmmi fresh, I’m talking head to toe
Ayy, I’m still puttin’ on for Tupelo
Ayy, I treat a 20 like a groupie hoe
Head down, head up, get down on the floor

[Chorus]
Oh, you sayin’ I done changed on ya
How I changed on ya?
You were never one of my niggas
You were never one of my homies
Tell me how?
I said, damn, e’rrbody want a piece when you’re up
When you’re down, ain’t nobody ’round
Tell me what the fuck?
Oh, you sayin’ I done changed on ya
How I changed on ya?
You were never one of my niggas
You were never one of my homies
Tell me how?
I said, damn, e’rrbody want a piece when you’re up
When you’re down, ain’t nobody ’round
Tell me what the fuck? Huh?
Oh, you sayin’ I done changed on ya
How I changed on ya?
You were never one of my niggas
You were never one of my homies
Tell me how?
I said, damn, e’rrbody want a piece when you’re up
When you’re down, ain’t nobody ’round
Tell me what the fuck?
Oh, you sayin’ I done changed on ya
How I changed on ya?
You were never one of my niggas
You were never one of my homies
Tell me how?
I said, damn, e’rrbody want a piece when you’re up
When you’re down, ain’t nobody ’round
Tell me what the fuck? Huh?

Slim Jxmmi – Growed Up lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah
Ear Drummers
Marzerati
Uncle Jxm!

[Chorus]
Young, young nigga done growed up
Young, young nigga done growed up
Young, young nigga done growed up
Young, young nigga done growed up
Young, young nigga done growed up
Young, young nigga done growed up
Young, young nigga done growed up
Young, young nigga done growed up

[Verse 1]
(Uncle Jxmmi, yeah)
We ain’t ridin’ bikes no more, we ain’t ridin’ no scooters (ooh, ridin’ no scooters)
Spent two thousand on these don’t step on my shoes (ooh, wipe my shoes)
Word on the street, young Jxmmi got swag, got juice (ooh, Jxmmi got juice)
Just touched down in the city and I’m feeling brand new
Big diamonds on me, big ballin’ is my lifestyle
My pockets so deep, I could prolly stuff a hunnid thou’ (woo)
Baby, if you love me you gon’ hold it down (woo, woo)
I’m on a money mission right now

[Chorus]
Young, young nigga done growed up
Young, young nigga done growed up
Young, young nigga done growed up
Young, young nigga done growed up
Young, young nigga done growed up
Young, young nigga done growed up
Young, young nigga done growed up
Young, young nigga done growed up (ayy)

[Verse 2]
Goddamn, young, young nigga growed up (young nigga growed up)
I’m in the spot with the high-rollers (roll up)
New drop and it’s souped up (souped up)
Makin’ love to the money, Kamasutra (ayy)
Yeah, I had to have it, had it with me like I’m Brad Pitt
I’m tryna get it the fastest
And make sure my family don’t work for shit
Young nigga growed up, Grammy’s when I roll up
Hunnids on hunnids, wallet can’t even hold ’em
When you the underdog, you gotta show ’em
You know I’m ballin’, baby, like DeRozan
20 missed calls, I’m busy at the moment
Niggas was hatin’ on us, turnin’ bogus
I never let her interrupt my focus
I had to get it nigga so unnoticed

[Chorus]
Young, young nigga done growed up
Young, young nigga done growed up
Young, young nigga done growed up
Young, young nigga done growed up
Young, young nigga done growed up
Young, young nigga done growed up
Young, young nigga done growed up
Young, young nigga done growed up

Slim Jxmmi – Cap (feat. Trouble) lyrics

[Intro: Slim Jxmmi]
Ear Drummers
30, you a fool for this one
Jxm, yeah

[Chorus: Slim Jxmmi]
Niggas flexing, they ain’t really grindin’ tho’ (grindin’)
Niggas talking, they ain’t got no money though (no money)
Niggas talking loud when they ain’t got no guap (shut up, shut up)
Bitches talking loud when they ain’t really poppin’ (shut it up)
Niggas flexing, they ain’t really grindin’ tho (woo)
Niggas talking, they ain’t got no money though (they talkin’)
Niggas talking loud when they ain’t got no guap (shut up, ayy)
Bitches talking loud when they ain’t really poppin’ (Jxm)

[Verse 1: Slim Jxmmi]
Fuck the Instagram ’cause all these bitches be photoshoppin’ (yeah)
Catch me in SoHo shoppin’ (shop), maybe with your hoe thottin’ (thot)
Broke nigga talking that nonsense (fuckboy), we ain’t got nothin’ in common (no)
Rich nigga still eat ramen (rich) and I’m so hot like Austin (hot)
And I’m so smart like Carlton (ugh), blowin’ purp at the Ritz Carlton
Backwoods make me nauseous, new niggas make me cautious (Jxm)
I’m a young nigga I’m saucy (me), you a broke nigga you salty (you)
All of your diamonds look faulty (lookin’), all of my diamonds look glossy

[Chorus: Slim Jxmmi & Trouble]
Niggas flexing, they ain’t really grindin’ tho’ (grindin’)
Niggas talking, they ain’t got no money though (no money)
Niggas talking loud when they ain’t got no guap (shut up, shut up)
Bitches talking loud when they ain’t really poppin’ (shut it up)
Niggas flexing, they ain’t really grindin’ tho (huh, wooh)
Niggas talking, they ain’t got no money though (yeah, they talkin’)
Niggas talking loud when they ain’t got no guap (shut up)
Bitches talking loud when they ain’t really poppin’ (Jxm)

[Verse 2: Trouble]
I hear all the chitter-chatter, pay no mind I just fill my blunt up (yeah, yeah)
Where they at where your bitches gather in my hood then we hit ’em after (yeah, smash)
So do me a favor, keep all the gossip on ten, you help me get poppin’ I’m in
In, just like the perps, know you likable, get too close, diamonds might fuck round and bite ’em
Kept me in the bluff, I’m plottin’, hard as fuck up on a wrist rocket, chained like a goddamn Nazi
All white diamond, good God shit
Eh, yeah, yeah, bitch I play above the rim (yeah, yeah)
This Big Trouble and Uncle Jxm, you be hatin’ yeah we know ’cause your pockets slim

[Chorus: Slim Jxmmi]
Niggas flexing, they ain’t really grindin’ tho’ (grindin’)
Niggas talking, they ain’t got no money though (no money)
Niggas talking loud when they ain’t got no guap (shut up, shut up)
Bitches talking loud when they ain’t really poppin’ (shut it up)
Niggas flexing, they ain’t really grindin’ tho (wooh)
Niggas talking, they ain’t got no money though (they talkin’)
Niggas talking loud when they ain’t got no guap (shut up)
Bitches talking loud when they ain’t really poppin’ (Jxm)

Slim Jxmmi – Chanel (feat. Swae Lee & Pharrell) lyrics

[Intro: Slim Jxmmi]
30, you a fool for this one
Ear Drummers
Hey, hey, ouh, ouh!
Mike Will Made-It

[Chorus: Slim Jxmmi & Pharrell Williams]
Take her to Chanel, ’cause she fine (fine)
Take her to Chanel, ’cause she fine (fine)
Take her to Chanel, ’cause she fine (fine)
Paint your fingernails, ’cause you fly (girl, you fly)
Take her to Chanel, ’cause she fine (fine)
Take her to Chanel, ’cause she fine (fine)
Take her to Chanel, ’cause she fine (fine)
Paint your fingernails, ’cause you fly (girl, you fly)
Take her to Chanel, ’cause she fire (fine)
Take her to Chanel, ’cause she fire (she’s fine)
Take her to Chanel, ’cause she fine (fine)
Take her to Chanel, ’cause she fine (that’s right)
Take her to Chanel, ’cause she fine (fine)
Take her to Chanel, ’cause she fine (she’s fine)
Take her to Chanel, ’cause she fine (Uncle Jxmmi)
Take her to Chanel, ’cause she fine (that’s right)

[Verse 1: Slim Jxmmi]
Go on, drop a dub, she’s a dime (she a dime)
I don’t give a damn ’bout her sign (fuck her sign)
I kinda wanna know what’s her sign (what’s your sign?)
I kinda wanna know what’s her sign (girl, what’s your sign?)
We can hit the strip right now (right now)
I got enough bread to recline
What you saying, I got enough bread to recline
And I don’t want your head, I want your mind (I want your mind)
I kinda fell in love with your vibe (with your vibe)
And girl, I’m a player like Fly (like Fly)
Maybe we can link on the slide (on the slide)
I know you a freak in disguise
I put you in Chanel, like you mine (like you mine)
Put you in Chanel, like you mine (yeah, you fire)
Paint your fingernails, ’cause you fly (dang)

[Chorus: Slim Jxmmi & Pharrell Williams]
Take her to Chanel, ’cause she fine (fine)
Take her to Chanel, ’cause she fine (fine)
Take her to Chanel, ’cause she fine (fine)
Paint your fingernails, ’cause you fly (girl, you fly)
Take her to Chanel, ’cause she fine (fine)
Take her to Chanel, ’cause she fine (fine)
Take her to Chanel, ’cause she fine (fine)
Paint your fingernails, ’cause you fly (girl, you fly)
Take her to Chanel, ’cause she fine (fine)
Take her to Chanel, ’cause she fine (she’s fire)
Take her to Chanel, ’cause she fine (fine)
Take her to Chanel, ’cause she fine (that’s right)
Take her to Chanel, ’cause she fine (fine)
Take her to Chanel, ’cause she fine (she’s fine)
Take her to Chanel, ’cause she fine (fine)
Take her to Chanel, ’cause she fine (that’s right)

[Verse 2: Swae Lee]
How’d I get rich already? (ready)
Polka dot watch, that’s messy (messy)
Lookin’ at my wrist and it’s frightening (frightening)
I’ma get the cash, fast as lightning
She like everything pretty, pretty pricey
I’ma walkin’ dollar sign (wow)
You can see the money in my stride (stride)
Say I ain’t fly, that’s a lie (that’s a lie)
Jxmmi got ’em back in the telly (really)
Get a girl a mani and a pedi (pedi)
Go and get your fingernails did (did)
I ain’t got time to be petty (petty)
Hater could be lookin’ right at me (yeah)
I’m a hot shot, understand me (yeah)
Belt and the “B” is for Bally (not too shabby)
Besides shoppin’, baby, what’s your hobbies? (woo!)

[Chorus: Slim Jxmmi & Pharrell Williams]
Take her to Chanel, ’cause she fine (fine)
Take her to Chanel, ’cause she fine (fine)
Take her to Chanel, ’cause she fine (fine)
Paint your fingernails, ’cause you fly (girl, you fly)
Take her to Chanel, ’cause she fine (fine)
Take her to Chanel, ’cause she fine (fine)
Take her to Chanel, ’cause she fine (fine)
Paint your fingernails, ’cause you fly (girl, you fly)
Take her to Chanel, ’cause she fine (fine)
Take her to Chanel, ’cause she fine (she’s fine)
Take her to Chanel, ’cause she fine (fire)
Take her to Chanel, ’cause she fine (that’s right)
Take her to Chanel, ’cause she fine (fine)
Take her to Chanel, ’cause she fine (she’s fine)
Take her to Chanel, ’cause she fine (fine)
Take her to Chanel, ’cause she fine (that’s right)

[Verse 3: Pharrell Williams]
The front row win this time, new Croc bag with the five
Yellow diamonds with the rainbow fire (hot)
Can’t find them shoes I designed
Richard Mille, one time I gotta wind ’cause if I don’t it’ll die (tick)
Jean Imbert when I dine, gotcha like J.R. with the eyes
Wait, CC, hold it, excuse me, y’all could never do me
LaFerarri Coupe E, shittin’ something soupy
Paparazzi, shoot me, enough to make a movie
Facts, facts, facts, never nothing loosely
So there’s no assumin’, I got Call of Duty, pray Wi-Fi
I could get God on the line, so, what’s gettin’ Karl on the line?
Oh, yeah, CC, I win, see, y’all niggas wanna be me
I’d say, “Y’all copy, un-needly” (yeah)
Wouldn’t say, “You’re bitin’”, you’re teethin’ (yeah)
And anything from the archives (yeah)
It’s always yes, never why (yeah)
Surf boy, ’til there’s shades on my eyes (yeah)
Killed a trucker with the gold .45 (bow!)

[Chorus: Slim Jxmmi & Pharrell Williams]
Take her to Chanel, ’cause she fine (fine)
Take her to Chanel, ’cause she fine (fine)
Take her to Chanel, ’cause she fine (fine)
Paint your fingernails, ’cause you fly (girl, you fly)
Take her to Chanel, ’cause she fine (fine)
Take her to Chanel, ’cause she fine (fine)
Take her to Chanel, ’cause she fine (fine)
Paint your fingernails, ’cause you fly (girl, you fly)
Take her to Chanel, ’cause she fine (fine)
Take her to Chanel, ’cause she fine (she’s fine)
Take her to Chanel, ’cause she fine (fine)
Take her to Chanel, ’cause she fine (that’s right)
Take her to Chanel, ’cause she fine (fine)
Take her to Chanel, ’cause she fine (she’s fine)
Take her to Chanel, ’cause she fine (fine)
Take her to Chanel, ’cause she fine (that’s right)

Slim Jxmmi – Brxnks Truck (feat. Rae Sremmurd) lyrics

[Intro]
Ear Drummers
Jxm

[Chorus]
Bring out the Brink’s truck, I’m young, fly and iced up (icy)
100 yard dash, bitch, I had to run my price up
Nigga, boss your life up, I had to boss mine up (ayy)
10,000 dollar outfit, hundred dollar lineup (ayy)

[Verse 1]
You know these bitches checkin’ for me
In the DMs gettin’ naked for me (ayy)
I ain’t even took a dollar out my pocket
And the girls still shakin’ for me (shake, shake)
And I’m frosty like Tony (ayy)
In the club smokin’ weed with the owner (woah)
I can walk on water
Poppin’ Ace of Spades like Corona (ayy)

[Refrain]
When you on top, niggas gon’ hate on you
That’s what they’re s’posed to do, I don’t know how to lose (yeah)
I think the ‘Rari go faster without the roof (skrrt, ayy)
When you on top, niggas gon’ hate on you
That’s what they’re s’posed to do, I don’t know how to lose (yeah)
I think the ‘Rari go faster without the roof (Jxm)

[Verse 2]
Fuckin’ on shawty, I might go a round or two
Stackin’ up, I love how my money counter move (I love it)
N.W.A., nigga with attitude, I got a bag or two
And I dropped out of school (dropout)
I’m goin’ up, check my vertical (check it)
Fuck it, mane, I’m breakin’ every rule (every rule)
TMZ harassin’ me, I got a camera crew (woah)
I’m addicted to shoppin’, so everything brand new (everything brand new, yeah)
I’m friends with the jeweler, my diamonds like Shamu (my diamonds like Shamu, ayy, ooh)
She rubbin’ the head like she applyin’ shampoo (she rubbin’ the head, yeah)
Pretty face, she got a lil’ ass, too (she got a lil’ ass, yeah)
Keep a few racks on me, I used to work in the factory
Niggas been hatin’, that shit never bothered me
I make they bitch come and swallow me
Nut on her back, then I tell her to follow me (woo)
Teacher said that I’m a mothafuckin’ prodigy (Jxm)
When I’m shoppin’, I don’t care what it’s costin’ me
Ten bands, really, that ain’t a lot to me (woo)
Turn up my swag to infinity (Jxm)
I leveled up on these niggas (leveled up)
Yeah, I leveled up (woo, woo)
I bezeled up on these niggas (bezeled up)
Yeah, I bezeled up (woo, woo)
I ain’t got time for no negative energy (no)
I’m on a winnin’ streak, I’m on a killin’ spree (we winnin’, my nigga)
The devil be doin’ the most, but he don’t ever get to me

[Chorus]
Bring out the Brink’s truck, I’m young, fly and iced up (icy)
100 yard dash, bitch, I had to run my price up
Nigga, boss your life up, I had to boss mine up (ayy)
10,000 dollar outfit, hundred dollar lineup (ayy)

[Refrain]
When you on top, niggas gon’ hate on you
That’s what they’re s’posed to do, I don’t know how to lose (yeah)
I think the ‘Rari go faster without the roof (skrrt, ayy)
When you on top, niggas gon’ hate on you
That’s what they’re s’posed to do, I don’t know how to lose (yeah)
I think the ‘Rari go faster without the roof (Jxm)

Mike WiLL Made It – Perfect Pint (Ransom 2 Album)

[Intro]
Wop
Ear Drummers
Mike WiLL Made-It

[Verse 1: Slim Jxmmi]
Gi-gimme some space
Two styrofoam cups, a pint of some drank
I’m the type of nigga that you meet at the bank
Grade A bitches treatin’ me like a saint
This money doin’ somethin’ to my brain (my brain)
This money doin’ somethin’ to my ego (my ego)
This drank got me talkin’ like Z-Ro
These pills got me feelin’ like Neo
And this freak in my ear tryna go
I-I’ll turn your crib to a ho house
I’m a rockstar, drank ’til I pass out
Drank ’til I motherfuckin’ pass out
Drank, drank ’til I motherfuckin’

[Chorus: Swae Lee]
Holding on to memories
Hoping they come to life
‘Cause underneath the stairs is where we
Poured our first perfect pints
Really wanna know, I’m hoping they come to life
‘Cause right there on the stairs is where
We poured our first perfect pints
We poured our first perfect pints

[Verse 2: Gucci Mane]
It’s Gucci!
I’m in the trap saran wrappin’ with the Vaseline
You know clean lean jump like trampoline
Always vert with the skrrt, rims tangerine
I fell asleep and had a dream ridin’ on M.L. King
Two pinky rings, two pints of lean
Two cups, too turnt, two hoes, one me
They were screamin’ "Free Gucci", but now that Guwop’s free
Blue cheese, no Ranch, hunduns on me
Thirty cars deep, it’s like a circus with me
Rae Sremmurd, Gucci Mane, it sounds perfect to me
Now I’m back on top like I’m ‘posed to be
But I done poured so many pints that shit got old to me (Wop)

[Chorus: Swae Lee]
Holding on to memories
Hoping they come to life
‘Cause underneath the stairs is where we
Poured our first perfect pints

[Verse 3: Kendrick Lamar]
Kung Fu Kenny, look look
Who the fuck you talkin’ to, you ain’t me
Salute me when I’m walkin’ through, you ain’t me
Everything I do is with the extras
Flip me couple million for investments
And my hood love me unconditional
Your hood love you ’cause you on the instrumental though
This rap shit crazy, need the woosah
They screamin’ Compton, must be two sides
R.I.P. to Shawty Lo, yeah B. Dot know I’m flexin’
VIP my vadio, 200 on the guest list
I don’t like to sugarcoat or politic with yes men
I like me a boujee hoe from Normandie and Western
2017 onto bigger things (bigger things)
I got a smaller team, got a bigger ring (Bigger ring)
Everybody a Crip ’til they black and blue
Everybody a Blood ’til they hemorrhaging
Ah man, Mike WiLL Made-It
Two back to back Spurs, me and Mike WiLL made it
Double park on the curb, I can drive but I’m lazy
Half a pint, whole pint, gassed up, crazy, ayy

[Outro: Swae Lee]
Holding onto memories
Tossing turning all night (Yeah yeah)
Leaving would be wise, but you know where my heart lies
I be rollin’ every time that I arrive

Gucci Mane – Greatest Show On Earth (The Return Of East Atlanta Santa Album)

[Intro]
I get you fuckers locked up for a quarter key
I told you motherfuckers not to fuck with me
Mike WiLL Made It

[Verse 1]
Gucci Mane, and I’m a one man band
Big papa, I got a brand new bag
Fresh out the feds, I got a brand new swag
I don’t mean to brag, but let my mink coat drag
In Vegas they treat me like I’m Elvis Presley
She using her eyes to undress the sexy
Who wanna come down and be the next contestant?
The list get the chance to hang in Gucci’s section
I walk in the spot like I own the venue
You might find your girlfriend on my private menu
But please don’t leave cause I ain’t tryin’ to offend you
But don’t blame me, she got her own agenda
Tie dye shirt on like we at Coachella
Let’s make love and make these other hoes jealous
I might just jump in the crowd like I’m performing heavy metal
I’m one of a kind like this is [?]

[Hook]
Shout out every word in my verse
I need you to scream with me ’til it hurt
Cause this is the greatest show on earth
You witnessed the greatest show on earth (Gucci!)
I need you to sing with me ’til it hurt
And shout out every word in my verse
Cause this is the greatest show on earth
You witnessed the greatest show on earth, ha

[Verse 2]
Verse number 2, so I’m jumping back in
Bitches chew me up, like the Doublemint twins
Remember I was trappin’ at the Bouldercrest Inn
Now I’m slidin’ down the Crest in a drop top Benz
‘Scuse me, I meant in a drop top ‘R’
Neighborhood celebrity to the worldwide star
In some lowtop Giuseppes, and I’m steppin’ on the bar
8 figure Gucci Mane, now that’s a god damn bar
Choreographer, I don’t need it
Who needs stylist when you this freezy?
Fuck a interview, I talk greasy
[?] a hired man, for what reason?
I’m a one man band, but give the drummer some
Mike WiLL, yeah, the Ear Drummers some
I’m a Black Beatle like Rae Srem’ and them
And every weekend I have an [?]

[Hook]
Shout out every word in my verse
I need you to scream with me ’til it hurt
Cause this is the greatest show on earth
You witnessed the greatest show on earth
I need you to sing with me ’til it hurt
And shout out every word in my verse
Cause this is the greatest show on earth
You witnessed the greatest show on earth

Rae Sremmurd – Black Beatles lyrics

Black Beatles in the city be back immediately to confiscate the moneys
(Ear Drummers…)
Rae Sremm, Guwop, Mike WiLL!
I sent flowers, but you said you didn’t receive ‘em
But you said you didn’t need them

That girl is a real crowd pleaser
Small world, all her friends know of me
Young bull living like an old geezer
Quick release the cash, watch it fall slowly
Frat girls still tryna get even
Haters mad for whatever reason
Smoke in the air, binge drinking
They lose it when the DJ drops the needle

Getting so gone I’m not blinking
What in the world was I thinking?
New day, new money to be made
There is nothing to explain
I’m a fuckin black Beatle, cream seats in the Regal
Rockin John Lennon lenses like to see ‘em spread eagle
Took a bitch to the club and let her party on the table
Screaming “everybody’s famous”
Like clockwork, I blow it all
And get some more
Get you somebody that can do both
Black Beatles got the babes belly rolling
She think she love me
I think she trolling

That girl is a real crowd pleaser
Small world, all her friends know of me
Young bull living like an old geezer
Quick release the cash, watch it fall slowly
Frat girls still tryna get even
Haters mad for whatever reason
Smoke in the air, binge drinking
They lose it when the DJ drops the needle

Came in with two girls, look like strippers in their real clothes
A broke hoe can only point me to a rich hoe
A yellow bitch with green hair, a real weirdo
Black man, yellow Lamb’, real life goals
They seen that Guwop and them just came in through the side door
There’s so much money on the floor we buyin school clothes
Why you bring the money machine to the club for?
Pint of lean, pound of weed, and a kilo
I eurostep past a hater like I’m Rondo
I upgrade your baby mama to a condo
Like Chapos serving yayo to the gringos
Black Beatle, club close when I say so

That girl is a real crowd pleaser
Small world, all her friends know of me
Young bull living like an old geezer
Quick release the cash, watch it fall slowly
Frat girls still tryna get even
Haters mad for whatever reason
Smoke in the air, binge drinking
They lose it when the DJ drops the needle

She’s a good teaser, and we blowing reefer
Your body like a work of art, baby
Don’t fuck with me, I’ll break your heart, baby
D&G on me I got a lot of flavor
15 hundred on my feet, I’m tryna kill these haters
I had haters when I was broke, I’m rich, I still got haters
I had hoes when I was broke, I’m rich, I’m still a player
I wear leather Gucci jackets like its still the 80’s
I’ve been blowing OG Kush, I feel a lil’ sedated
I can’t worry about a broke nigga or a hater
Black Beatle, bitch, me and Paul McCartney related

That girl is a real crowd pleaser
Small world, all her friends know of me
Young bull living like an old geezer
Quick release the cash, watch it fall slowly
Frat girls still tryna get even
Haters mad for whatever reason
Smoke in the air, binge drinking

They lose it when the DJ drops the needle…