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Slippery – Migos feat. Gucci Mane lyrics

Lyrics Migos – Slippery

Pop a perky just to start up (pop it, pop it pop it)
Two cups of purple just to warm up (two cups, drank)
I heard your b*tch she got that water.(slippery)

(Splash, drip, drip, woo, splash)
Slippery, ‘scuse me, please me (please)
Arm up, or believe me, believe me (believe me)
Get beat, cause I’m flexin’ ‘Rari’s (skrt)
You can bet on me (skr, skr).

Hey, hey, hey, tater tot
f*ck niggas on my radar watch (watchin’)
Crocodile hunter, turn ’em to some gator shots (urr)
Iced out watch (ice), ridin’ round ten o’ clock (ten)
Ridin’ round, geeked up, damn, think it’s three o’ clock (three)
Four o’ clock (four), five o’ clock, six o’ clock (five)
I’m gon pop, if I don’t I’m back to the pot (whip)
I got rocks (rocks), big bales, big arms (bales)
Tommy gun, come out and play let’s have fun (yeah)
Big scales (scales), fishscale, big weight (fish)
Iceberg (ice), ice tray, ice tray (woo)
Plug called (called), tried to front, I don’t need it (brrt)
I don’t need it (brrt)
Pockets strong, wrist anemic (strong)
Get freezy (freezy), young nigga pay your debt-is (debt-is)
Grandma (grandma) auntie Ab and auntie Neesa (Neese)
Uncle Bo, auntie Greta serve ya perkys (Greta)
Auntie Eva, she got a pound she might just serve it.

Pop a perky just to start up
(pop it, pop it pop it)
Two cups of purple just to warm up
(two cups, drank)
I heard your b*tch she got that water
(Splash, drip, drip, woo, splash)
Slippery, excuse me, please me (please)
Arm up, or believe me, believe me (believe me)
Get beat, cause I’m flexin’ ‘Rari’s (skrt)
You can bet on me (skr, skr).

Hey, hey, hey, slippery, she numbin’ me, that tongue on me
Honestly (honest), she f*ck with me, a wife to be (wife)
In Italy, bought her a fur, look like the wildebeest (rarr)
Just chill with me (chill)
It is no worry, it is a bill to me (it ain’t nothin’)
I pull up Diablo, I pull up with models
I gave her her first Philippe (Philippe)
We goin’ full throttle, she swallowed the bottle
I’m all in her ovaries (ahh)
I gave her some dollars
I Gucci’d her collar now she can’t get over me (heyyy)
She wanna dose of me (dose)
Just hop in the Ghost with me (Ghost)
Perky and molly, don’t vote for nobody
These b*tch ass niggas ain’t solid (solid)
Run in your house and with pumps and the shotties
Your mom might be up inside it (bah)
Cars robotic, bad b*tch with a body
But really don’t care nothing about it (uh-uh)
Cappin’ and poppin’, I seen that lil Masi
I coulda pulled up and just shot ya ( brrt)
It’s a jungle, I let off some fire (some fire).

Pop a perky just to start up
(pop it, pop it pop it)
Two cups of purple just to warm up
(two cups, drank)
I heard your b*tch she got that water
(Splash, drip, drip, woo, splash)
Slippery, excuse me, please me (please)
Arm up, or believe me, believe me (believe me)
Get beat, cause I’m flexin’ ‘Rari’s (skrt)
You can bet on me (skr, skr).

I rock water, diamonds, I’m drippin’ but not slippin’
I threw a quarter, (well damn) but no I’m not trippin’
Bugatti on Forgi’s, and nawl, I’m not crippin’
I buy Ferrari’s like Jordans
I’m Mike and y’all Pippen
Chillin’, just me and my millions
Niggas, they all in they feelin’s
My b*tches, I spoil them like children
So persistent, if I want it, I go get it
I’m so slimy, grimy, sheisty but still shining
Rude and unkindly, cruel with no conscious
Drop the top on College, nigga I ain’t with no nonsense
And I’m a murderer nigga but I don’t promote violence.

Dead shot (brrt), AK make your head rock (brrt)
Red dot, retro 8, Jordan they in stock
Lean on rocks (Act)
Perkys, mollies, xannies, rocks (roxies)
Oxycontin (oxyies)
Takeoff I’m your med doc (Takeoff!)
Leg lock (leg)
The key I got, unlock the box (box)
What’s in that box, huh?
Don’t tell em they might show the cops (shh)
Wrist watch (bite), abnormal so I flood the clock (ice)
Money flop, panties drop, that’s when them titties pop (woo)
Free my partners (John Wicc)
‘Til they free it’s f*ck the cops (f*ck ’em)
They know I geek a lot
They don’t know I keep a Glock (clueless)
Ain’t been no drought (where)
They think I been sleep a lot
They think I’m dumb (dumb)
They don’t know I see the plot (see it)
f*ck it I seize a knot.

Pop a perky just to start up
(pop it, pop it pop it)
Two cups of purple just to warm up
(two cups, drank)
I heard your b*tch she got that water
(Splash, drip, drip, woo, splash)
Slippery, excuse me, please me (please)
Arm up, or believe me, believe me (believe me)
Get beat, cause I’m flexin’ ‘Rari’s (skrt)
You can bet on me (skr, skr)
Hey, hey, heyyy.
Migos lyrics
Video Migos

Migos – Slippery lyrics

Pop a perky just to start up (pop it, pop it pop it)
Two cups of purple just to warm up (two cups, drank)
I heard your bitch she got that water
(Splash, drip, drip, woo, splash)
Slippery, ‘scuse me, please me (please)
Arm up, or believe me, believe me (believe me)
Get beat, cause I’m flexin’ ‘Rari’s (skrt)
You can bet on me (skr, skr)

Hey, hey, hey, tater tot
Fuck niggas on my radar watch (watchin’)
Crocodile hunter, turn ’em to some gator shots (urr)
Iced out watch (ice), ridin’ round ten o’ clock (ten)
Ridin’ round, geeked up, damn, think it’s three o’ clock (three)
Four o’ clock (four), five o’ clock, six o’ clock (five)
I’m gon pop, if I don’t I’m back to the pot (whip)
I got rocks (rocks), big bales, big arms (bales)
Tommy gun, come out and play let’s have fun (yeah)
Big scales (scales), fishscale, big weight (fish)
Iceberg (ice), ice tray, ice tray (woo)
Plug called (called), tried to front, I don’t need it (brrt)
I don’t need it (brrt)
Pockets strong, wrist anemic (strong)
Get freezy (freezy), young nigga pay your debt-is (debt-is)
Grandma (grandma) auntie Ab and auntie Neesa (Neese)
Uncle Bo, auntie Greta serve ya perkys (Greta)
Auntie Eva, she got a pound she might just serve it (serve)

Pop a perky just to start up (pop it, pop it pop it)
Two cups of purple just to warm up (two cups, drank)
I heard your bitch she got that water
(Splash, drip, drip, woo, splash)
Slippery, ‘scuse me, please me (please)
Arm up, or believe me, believe me (believe me)
Get beat, cause I’m flexin’ ‘Rari’s (skrt)
You can bet on me (skr, skr)

(Offset!)
Hey, hey, hey, slippery, she numbin’ me, that tongue on me
Honestly (honest), she fuck with me, a wife to be (wife)
In Italy, bought her a fur, look like the wildebeest (rarr)
Just chill with me (chill)
It is no worry, it is a bill to me (it ain’t nothin’)
I pull up Diablo, I pull up with models
I gave her her first Philippe (Philippe)
We goin’ full throttle, she swallowed the bottle
I’m all in her ovaries (ahh)
I gave her some dollars
I Gucci’d her collar now she can’t get over me (hey)
She wanna dose of me (dose)
Just hop in the Ghost with me (Ghost)
Perky and molly, don’t vote for nobody
These bitch ass niggas ain’t solid (solid)
Run in your house and with pumps and the shotties
Your mom might be up inside it (bah)
Cars robotic, bad bitch with a body
But really don’t care nothing about it (uh-uh)
Cappin’ and poppin’, I seen that lil Masi
I coulda pulled up and just shot ya ( brrt)
It’s a jungle, I let off some fire (some fire)

Pop a perky just to start up (pop it, pop it pop it)
Two cups of purple just to warm up (two cups, drank)
I heard your bitch she got that water
(Splash, drip, drip, woo, splash)
Slippery, ‘scuse me, please me (please)
Arm up, or believe me, believe me (believe me)
Get beat, cause I’m flexin’ ‘Rari’s (skrt)
You can bet on me (skr, skr)

I rock water, diamonds, I’m drippin’ but not slippin’
I threw a quarter, (well damn) but no I’m not trippin’
Bugatti on Forgi’s, and nawl, I’m not crippin’
I buy Ferrari’s like Jordans
I’m Mike and y’all Pippen
Chillin’, just me and my millions
Niggas, they all in they feelin’s
My bitches, I spoil them like children
So persistent, if I want it, I go get it
I’m so slimy, grimy, sheisty but still shining
Rude and unkindly, cruel with no conscious
Drop the top on College, nigga I ain’t with no nonsense
And I’m a murderer nigga but I don’t promote violence

Dead shot (brrt), AK make your head rock (brrt)
Red dot, retro 8, Jordan they in stock
Lean on rocks (Act)
Perkys, mollies, xannies, rocks (roxies)
Oxycontin (oxyies)
Takeoff I’m your med doc (Takeoff!)
Leg lock (leg)
The key I got, unlock the box (box)
What’s in that box, huh?
Don’t tell em they might show the cops (shh)
Wrist watch (bite), abnormal so I flood the clock (ice)
Money flop, panties drop, that’s when them titties pop (woo)
Free my partners (John Wicc)
‘Til they free it’s fuck the cops (fuck ’em)
They know I geek a lot
They don’t know I keep a Glock (clueless)
Ain’t been no drought (where)
They think I been sleep a lot
They think I’m dumb (dumb)
They don’t know I see the plot (see it)
Fuck it I seize a knot

Pop a perky just to start up (pop it, pop it pop it)
Two cups of purple just to warm up (two cups, drank)
I heard your bitch she got that water
(Splash, drip, drip, woo, splash)
Slippery, ‘scuse me, please me (please)
Arm up, or believe me, believe me (believe me)
Get beat, cause I’m flexin’ ‘Rari’s (skrt)
You can bet on me (skr, skr)
Hey, hey, hey

Chief Keef – Hit The Lotto Kash (Two Zero One Seven Album)

[Hook: Ka$h]
I get stacks, pockets fat
I’m Penny Proud, Kyla Pratt
Tic for tat, we back to back
I’m gettin’ chauffered around, and I’m relaxed (duh)
I hit the lotto, I hit the lotto, I hit the lotto, I hit the lotto
I hit the lotto, I hit the lotto, I hit the lotto, I hit the lotto

[Verse 1: Ka$h]
I’m in the Range, eatin’ snacks
I’m in the back, like Barack
Like Mrs. Michelle, I ring bells
These the new Jordan’s, can’t you tell?
Class in session, grab a chair
You made me flex, how do you dare
I’m with my girls, at a fair
Hit a duck, and won a bear
I need you to add this up, grab a calculator
Put her at the whip, Barbie bae, but I got more flavor
Get fly before you’re higher, super sharp like a taper
She don’t like me, I don’t blame her

[Hook: Ka$h]
I get stacks, pockets fat
I’m Penny Proud, Kyla Pratt
Tic for tat, we back to back
I’m gettin’ chauffered around, and I’m relaxed (duh)
I hit the lotto, I hit the lotto, I hit the lotto, I hit the lotto
I hit the lotto, I hit the lotto, I hit the lotto, I hit the lotto

[Verse 2: Chief Keef]
I’m Mr. Otto, I’m goin’ Pablo
I hits the models, I gets the bottles
I’m goin’ psycho, nothing’s recycled
Look how my ice glow, charged like a rhino
Well other than bool, I’m super cool
You can’t stand me, get you a stool
We back to back in foreign’s, no more rules
You gotta make investments and stop buyin’ shoes
Woah, woah
Woah, woah
Woah, woah
Woah, woah

[Hook: Ka$h]
I get stacks, pockets fat
I’m Penny Proud, Kyla Pratt
Tic for tat, we back to back
I’m gettin’ chauffered around, and I’m relaxed (duh)
I hit the lotto, I hit the lotto, I hit the lotto, I hit the lotto
I hit the lotto, I hit the lotto, I hit the lotto, I hit the lotto
I get stacks, pockets fat
I’m Penny Proud, Kyla Pratt
Tic for tat, we back to back
I’m gettin’ chauffered around, and I’m relaxed (duh)
I hit the lotto, I hit the lotto, I hit the lotto, I hit the lotto
I hit the lotto, I hit the lotto, I hit the lotto, I hit the lotto

The Americanos – In My Foreign (feat. Ty Dolla $ign, Lil Yachty, Nicky Jam & French Montana)

Do you wanna ride, ride, ride in my foreign? (In my foreign?)
Lift the top back all the way, rolling through the streets of LA
Girl, do you wanna ride, ride, ride in my foreign? (In my foreign?)
We can turn up the radio, we ain’t got no place to go
Girl do you wanna ride?

Fo’ sho’ she wanna ride, fo’ sho’ she wanna slide
Fo’ sho’ we gettin’ sauced, fo’ sho’ we gettin’ high
Pull up swaggin’, hop out the wagon
Suckers gonna hate but the ladies wanna brag
What you say? What you say? What you say?
Whole team faded like Jordan with the J
Cradle to the grave, NY to the Bay
Millions in the bank and the hunnids in the safe
Ain’t nothing to a G baby
Foreign sitting low, climb out the V baby
Haan, ain’t nothing to a G baby
Foreign sitting low climb out the V baby

Do you wanna ride, ride, ride in my foreign? (In my foreign?)
Lift the top back all the way, rolling through the streets of LA
Girl, do you wanna ride, ride, ride in my foreign? (In my foreign?)
We can turn up the radio, we ain’t got no place to go

Girl it feels like Saturday, everyday
I’m smoking loud and feeling so high
I’m rolling good through my hood
Getting lit like the 4th of July
(I got that exotic that you probably can’t afford
We be going up like them burger fly gold
We ain’t got no problems ’cause we counting all this cash
Got a lot of head with her metro on the dash)

Do you wanna ride, ride, ride in my foreign? (In my foreign?)
Lift the top back all the way, rolling through the streets of LA
Girl, do you wanna ride, ride, ride in my foreign? (In my foreign?)
We can turn up the radio, we ain’t got no place to go
Girl do you wanna ride?

You should bring your homie, I’ll bring one too
I know you like the spotlight, so let me introduce you
Just me and you parked up at the top looking at the view
So many things that we could do, drive with me and never lose
Do you wanna ride in my foreign, get your red-bottom heels, no Jordans
I know your ex-boyfriend was hella boring
Now we skirting 130, no snoring

Do you wanna ride, ride, ride in my foreign? (In my foreign?)
Lift the top back all the way, rolling through the streets of LA
Girl, do you wanna ride, ride, ride in my foreign? (In my foreign?)
We can turn up the radio, we ain’t got no place to go
Girl do you wanna ride?

Tory Lanez – New Year / $auce Baby (The New Toronto 2 Mixtape)

New Year

[Verse]
I said fuck a single bitch ’cause I need two of ya
I said fuck a single bitch, I need a new of ya
I said fuck a single bitch, I need a two-pair
While I’m poppin’ on this bitch just like the new year
All my bitches so outdated, got the new year
She can’t fuck if we ain’t make the new year
She can’t fuck if we ain’t make the new year
I’ll be stuntin’ on you bitches on the new year
You got one bitch, nigga, I got two yeah

$auce Baby

[Verse 1]
Yeah, I might walk in with my niggas just like "Fuck it"
Bitch, I walk in with no niggas, bitch you buggin’
I might take like thirty-thousand out and chuck it
Go to V Live just to see them bitches bust it
Young rich nigga, I came up sellin’
I was on the corner, why them niggas jealous
I was never on the phone talkin’, female-ing
But I always got it sent like it’s emailin’
Yeah, bitch I got the sauce, I don’t need to talk on the train
I can’t hear the line like hushy hushy in the Bay
Rich young nigga, drop a pot off in your laptop
Trapper of the year, I’m gettin’ top off in the trap, yeah
Ballin’, OT ballin’
Every time we walk up in here, it look like the whole team’s Jordan
It’s too much designer that the whole team’s sportin’
So you look at us and think the whole team’s spoiled up

Suck a nigga dick or something

[Verse 2]
It’s a young nigga with the dough
I just bought a chopper with a scope
With this bad bitch, keep it on the low
Happy eatin’ chicken, thuggin’, sleepin’ on the floor
For my bitch in bathrobes, let me move like an asshole
All because the way the cash flow
I’m in Lawrence and I’m tourin’ with a bad, bad, little one
From Houston like a nigga with the Astros
I got ten toes, penny bitches in our pent-floors
On your bitch, I got the infos
Haters act up when they know I’m out with that pacheco
Bitches see me and they move like they nymphos
I like bitches looking good in all they, Snapchats
Fuck around and make a movie, let me snap that
You can fuck those bitches easy, ain’t no Kat Stacks
Don’t be hatin’ on a nigga when I smash that

[Outro]
Fargo, yeah

King Ray – Already feat. Juicy J & TK N Cash Lyrics

King Ray
Juicy J
TK N Cash
Yall know what it is
Get up bitch
Get up bitch
Get up bitch
Get up
Get up bitch
Get up bitch
Get up bitch
Get up
Get up bitch
Get up bitch
Get up bitch
Get up
Get up bitch
Get up bitch
Get up bitch
Get up

[Hook]
Magic City Monday
Magic City Monday
Bring them bandz out, ohh ohh
Cuz I got dirty money on the floor
Fuck it Imma throw some more
So let me see you work that pole
Already
Already
Already
Already
Already
Already
Already
Already
Yeah, yeah, yeah

[Verse 1]
Magic City Monday
Club throwing hundreds
I swear it’s all trash bag money
I swear I could make it rain if it’s Sunday
All a nigga know is fucking up some commas
Go slide down that pole, show me that you want it
I’m about to throw so much that you can cop a foreign
Better do something for it
X-rated performance
Show a nigga something I never seen, I can’t afford it
Already, already
Bad bitches in my VIP they all ready
Oh man they all ready
I’m paid, they all get it
I throw them hundreds out, they all get it

[Hook]
Magic City Monday
Magic City Monday
Bring them bandz out, ohh ohh
Cuz I got dirty money on the floor
Fuck it Imma throw some more
So let me see you work that pole
Already
Already
Already
Already
Already
Already
Already
Already
Yeah, yeah, yeah

[Verse 2]
Shake that ass baby, make this cash baby
You gon make me have to go up in my stash baby
He got a hundred dollars tryna make it last baby
He got a thousand, buy I bet you that’s his last baby
New Bentley outside sitting on the crib
Baby blue Gerber, Imma need a bib
Just do what I say, I don’t need no liv
I just killed the club, that’s just how I live
Yeah, they make it rain, I make it hurricane
I done spent so much I coulda bought another chain
I done spent so much, you better bust it for the gang
I spent so much now she wanna know my real name
Just call me Jordan baby, ball like I’m Jordan baby
You like these shoes, where they come from?
Across the border baby
Don’t be so thirsty
I just might pass you some water baby
When I get finished with you bet they can’t afford ya baby

[Hook]
Magic City Monday
Magic City Monday
Bring them bandz out, ohh ohh
Cuz I got dirty money on the floor
Fuck it Imma throw some more
So let me see you work that pole
Already
Already
Already
Already
Already
Already
Already
Already
Yeah, yeah, yeah

[Hook]
Magic City Monday
Magic City Monday
Bring them bandz out, ohh ohh
Cuz I got dirty money on the floor
Fuck it Imma throw some more
So let me see you work that pole
Already
Already
Already
Already
Already
Already
Already
Already
Yeah, yeah, yeah

Jimmy Wopo – No Heart (Remix)

I pull up on niggas like deck with the tech
No video but I’m catching a reck
I’m in the Pradas I post on the steps
Hood rich bussing bricks out the Lex
I was on ex so hoe I confess
Hit the yolo with the water it stretch
Dog shit, I’m an animal vet
Fake dog make a nigga go fetch

Money leaning
Sneaky ganging
Shut up!
How you thinking you gon finesse a finesser
You ain’t tweaking
You keep tweeting nigga shut up
If it’s a back seater, use the 8 or the Barretta
We be doing drills
Switching wheels
Deje pull up on em
Imma run down stairs
The monkey on my back
And my nanna pills
You come up on the hill
They gon jack you like jill
On the deuce 4, 23
Jordan, Kobe
At your hoes, on the stove
FaceTime for me
It’s a young nigga yeah
What a trophy
We 3 deep
3 heats, we in the four seat
Pull up to you, Juju shoot you like Genobly
Twist your noodle
This a deuce, deuce like macaroni
Dirty harry, turning fairy, get up on him
And she gon love me in the fucking morning like I’m Tony
Why these niggas snatching all the broads?
Why these niggas shooting that shit from a far
Run up and I pull a nigga’s card
Coogi uzi flip a nigga’s car
Bitch I’m in the fill and no carnar
Fosto boose his ass with the Guitar
Get to throwing bullets life he far
I made it in my kitchen like the jawn
I’m at the table shifting up a storm
I bag em then I wrap em with the pawn
I creep up through the bushes in the torns
And then I jump out shooting like Jason Borne

Lil Bibby – Some How Some Way (feat. Meek Mill & Pnb Rock)

[Hook: PnB Rock]
Ya, some how, some way
We gotta make it out the hood some day
Can’t lie, I still wake up and juug some days
Just to make sure that my family good some days, yeah
But some how, some way
We gotta make it out the hood some day
Can’t lie, I still wake up and juug some days
Just to make sure that my family good some days, yeah

[Verse 1: Lil Bibby]
Look, all them homicides got a nigga traumatized
You know I apologized for all them times my mama cried
A couple partners died, I miss my fallen soldiers
For them I’m spittin’ fire, like the kid got hella toasters
They call us vultures, but we ain’t have no coaches
Nothin’ in the fridge, lot of rats, lot of roaches
Same city as Obama and Oprah
But niggas 13 totin’ guns, they’ll smoke yah
Now I’m about to open up, they ain’t have no hope for us
I ain’t ever seen Ye, he ain’t ever showed us nothin’
In the hood every day, servin’ all the smokers
Young nigga gettin’ older, heart got a lot colder
Right from wrong, shit nobody never showed us
I might as well listen to this devil on my shoulders
I had a dream I was whippin’ in the Rover
Then I chased the dream, got the cream
Out the hood by any means

[Hook: PnB Rock]
Ya, some how, some way
We gotta make it out the hood some day
Can’t lie, I still wake up and juug some days
Just to make sure that my family good some days, yeah
But some how, some way
We gotta make it out the hood some day
Can’t lie, I still wake up and juug some days
Just to make sure that my family good some days, yeah

[Verse 2: Meek Mill]
Salt and pepper, hot sauce in my noodles
Mama workin’, dinner time Toaster Strudels
You make it out, they act like they ain’t ever knew you
It’s funny when niggas you love wanna do you
Kill you about a green piece of paper, you a hater
Trained us to kill our own selves, niggas better wake up
Knew it was never love when I seen the Roc break up
Damn… hope this money don’t ever change us
From flippin’ on mattresses, bastard kids
Grew up, gotta trap and get, trap and shit
Comin’ home with rats and shit
Mama screamin’ at me, "Who the fuck cash is this?"
Now I write my mama’s check, I tell her, "Cash this in"
And I never judge people, seen a pastor sin
When I was broke, these niggas all gave me their ass to kiss
But I still put ’em on ’cause I’m past that shit
We tryna make it out

[Hook: PnB Rock]
Ya, some how, some way
We gotta make it out the hood some day
Can’t lie, I still wake up and juug some days
Just to make sure that my family good some days, yeah
But some how, some way
We gotta make it out the hood some day
Can’t lie, I still wake up and juug some days
Just to make sure that my family good some days, yeah

[Verse 3: Lil Bibby]
Remember havin’ 50 cent to my name for lunch
A quart of juice and some hot flames
We was sittin’ on the couch watchin’ He Got Game
My homie could’ve been Jordan but he got changed
Yeah youngin’ had hoop dreams, but I knew a few fiends
That I could serve, prolly get them Jordans and some new Js
The main objective was to make it out
By any means, if I find out where the plug stay I’m stakin’ out
A long ways to go, but look how far we came
You can look into a nigga’s eyes, you can see the pain
Everybody with you when it’s sunny, that’s the game
But 99% of niggas leave when it rains
My neighborhood; dream killin’, life stealin’
He wanna be a hitta ’til he got life in prison
Racist ass police just tryna convict him
It’s crazy ’cause 9 out of 10 gon’ be a victim

[Hook: PnB Rock]
Ya, some how, some way
We gotta make it out the hood some day
Can’t lie, I still wake up and juug some days
Just to make sure that my family good some days, yeah
But some how, some way
We gotta make it out the hood some day
Can’t lie, I still wake up and juug some days
Just to make sure that my family good some days, yeah

Mavado – Stiff Necked Fools Lyrics

[Intro]
Hey!
Hahaha
Anyway
Gangsta!
I
It nah go done
I
No way!
Oooh
Hey

[Chorus]
Stiff necked fools
Go and spill yourselves
Mother fuckers, go and kill yourselves
Hey, dem nuh care ’bout nobody else
Dem only care ’bout themselves
See stiff necked fools
Go ahead, spill yourselves
Mother fucker, chuck off, kill yourself
Dem nuh care ’bout nobody else
Dem just care ’bout themselves

[Verse 1]
Hey!
Don’t have a step around, mind you meat your death around
I’m like the cement with the blocks dem set around
I’m like river Jordan, so you know the Most High make you know it hard fi step around
I’m like the flowers that flow from the concrete
Seems like dem blind and dem cyan see
True dem see how me a step, discrete
Ever looking neat
Girls dem say mi smelling sweet

[Chorus]
Stiff necked fools
Mother fuckers, go and kill yourselves
Hey, dem nuh care ’bout nobody else
Dem only care ’bout themselves
See stiff necked fools
Go ahead, spill yourselves
Mother fucker, chuck off, kill yourself
Dem nuh care ’bout nobody else
Mother fucker, hey!
Hey, go kill yourself!

[Verse 2]
Am who I am, be who I be
Gangsta for life, “hey!”, couldn’t me them waan fi pree
So mi realize we dem waan fi be
Dem a hypocrite, cyan be themselves, some wannabe’s
Hey!
From this world I want, wanna make dem free, wanna make dem pree, couldn’t we who them wanna see
Wanna see me go down, but that dem’ll never see
If a so, “hey!”, yo, make we buss the SMG!
Hey

[Chorus]
Stiff necked fools
Mother fuckers, go and kill yourselves
Hey, dem nuh care ’bout nobody else
Dem only care ’bout themselves
See stiff necked fools
Go ahead, spill yourselves
Mother fucker, chuck off, kill yourself
Dem nuh care ’bout nobody else
Mother fucker, hey!
You better kill yourself

[Verse 1]
Don’t have a step around, mind you meat your death around
I’m like the cement with the blocks dem set around
I’m like river Jordan, so you know the Most High make you know it hard fi step around
I’m like the flowers that flow from the concrete
Seems like dem blind and dem cyan see
True dem see how me a step, discrete
Ever looking neat
Girls dem say mi smelling sweet

[Chorus]
Stiff necked fools
Mother fuckers, go and kill yourselves
Hey, dem nuh care ’bout nobody else
Dem only care ’bout themselves
See stiff necked fools
Go ahead, spill yourself
Mother fucker, chuck off, kill yourself
Dem nuh care ’bout nobody else
Mother fucker, hey!
Hey, go kill yourself!

[Outro]
Anyway
Gangsta!
A so mi say
Anywaaaay
Eeh, eeh, eeh, eeh, eeh

Yung Simmie – Closed Casket (Simmie Season 2 Mixtape)

[Verse]
I’m from the bottom don’t you think I just came up
I’m breaking down this OG, roll it up and then I flame up
Like weights, I just had to lift my name up
Bench press your mistress, get dick but I don’t claim her
I Mercedes Benz cruise, I just win, I don’t lose
Ballin’ on you dudes, Polo tee with my Jordan 2s
And while you hittin’ snooze I’m in the sky smokin’ on the moon
I separate myself from the fake when I step out the room
They tryna bit my swag, I’m diggin’ in my bag
No love lost ’cause a heart is what I never had
Rollin’ up the gas, face blunt, I don’t like to pass
Money in the stash, hit the mall, pop a couple tabs
Back to the grind, need my money in that paper bag
Money, motivation, they tryna anticipate it
I’m wavy I’m hardly faded
You fakin’ tryna get famous
You’re worthless, I be busy I’m workin’
Eyes low, I be smokin’
My weed man, he the man
He pull up like it’s urgent
I’m hella picky if it ain’t sticky then I can’t roll it
I’m hella picky if it ain’t gas then I can’t smoke it
I’m hella picky if it ain’t bands then I don’t want it
I keep my distance from distractions I be stayin’ focused
All my hittas thirsty, they might hit you leave yo’ can open
I’m smokin’ anaconda blunts yo’ blunts short-noticed
I hold ’em by the gram, big clouds can’t even hold you
And I let my money talk, the tryna change the subject
Haters hate it but I love it, rappers actin’ suspect
And when I’m hungry take yo’ lunch and come back for more
Don’t run, black holes and white tees that’s dominoes
And for that money, I ball hard like a net and goal
I do it for my fans that support me and be at my shows
Rookie niggas still gettin’ ashes on they clothes
I just killed the game and ashed on it when the casket closed

[Outro]
I just killed the game and ashed on it when the casket closed
I just killed the game and ashed on it when the casket closed
When the casket close, I just killed the game and ashed on it when the casket closed
I just killed the game and ashed on it when the casket closed

Drake – Sneakin’ (feat. 21 Savage) (Uncensored)

This is all God’s doing man you can’t plan it
But if the devil’s in the details then I’m satanic
‘Bout Take over your city and you can’t stand it
My accountant say you sinking like the Titanic
David Blaine last summer man you had to vanish
I get the hits like somebody pitching underhanded
Got my Spanish ting convinced that I know Spanish
Really when she get to talking I don’t understand it
You ain’t on it right away, you had to wait on niggas
Man I’m only 29 have some patience with us
Plus I never met nobody from my label nigga
I just pop up with the music then they pay a nigga
Shit ain’t been the same like before
I still love it but I used to love it more
Face Time with my shawty on tour
And she texting purple hearts ’cause she know that we at war

Niggas keep reaching and dissin’
Can’t afford mistakes, not on this end
Make me call my bros for assistance
You gon’ make me call my bros for assistance
Niggas keep reaching and dissin’
Put me in a fucked up position
You gon’ make me call my bros, for assistance
Make me call my bro

Baby I’m a savage I ain’t romantic
When I come around these rappers niggas start to panic
And they pockets going under like the Titanic
Got some head last night and it was outstanding
They was hatin’ on me then and they hatin’ now
She was playing with me then but she waitin’ now
Used to sleep inside a den I got acres now
I was fighting niggas then but I’m spraying now
I don’t pay no mind to no sneak diss
I won’t spend a dime on a freak bitch
Niggas takin’ cheap shots on some cheap shit
They the type to stand in line for some free shit
Babygirl gon’ suck it ’til her jaws locked
She gon’ make me put my bitch on call block
We the ones poppin’, we the ones shoppin’
We the one droppin’, niggas we the ones
They the ones duckin’ when them heaters come
You that nigga snitchin’ on your people huh
21 savage A.K.A. The Reaper huh
Pussy niggas gettin’ shot for all that reachin’ huh

Niggas keep reaching and dissin’
Can’t afford mistakes, not on this end
Make me call my bros for assistance
You gon’ make me call my bros for assistance
Niggas keep reaching and dissin’
Put me in a fucked up position
Make me call my bros, for assistance
Make me call my bro

I don’t need love I’m the GOAT
I just hit the beat and float
And I’m selling out arenas, but you putting on a show
I been trynna change life around for everyone I know
‘Cause if I don’t share the wealth, then how the fuck we supposed to grow
Mom’s stressed theres a lot of things we need
Chain smoking in the house it’s hard to breathe
I used to have to hit my T’s with Febreeze
Jordan pull up in the TL now I’m cheese
I’mma turn this TSX to a Benz soon
I’mma see a lot of blessings for my friends soon
150 inch screen in my bedroom
6’1" man a nigga need some leg room
Shit ain’t been the same like before
They ain’t even wanna look up at the score
Face Time with my shawty on tour
And she texting purple hearts ’cause she know we at war

Niggas keep reaching and dissin’
Can’t afford mistakes, not on this end
Make me call my bros for assistance
You gon’ make me call my bros for assistance
Niggas keep reaching and dissin’
Put me in a fucked up position
Make me call my bros, for assistance
Make me call my bro

Drake – Sneakin (feat. 21 Savage) (Fake Love Album)

This is all God’s doing man you can’t plan it
But if the devil’s in the details then I’m satanic
‘Bout Take over your city and you can’t stand it
My accountant say you sinking like the Titanic
David Blaine last summer man you had to vanish
I get the hits like somebody pitching underhanded
Got my Spanish ting convinced that I know Spanish
Really when she get to talking I don’t understand it
You ain’t on it right away, you had to wait on niggas
Man I’m only 29 have some patience with us
Plus I never met nobody from my label nigga
I just pop up with the music then they pay a nigga
Shit ain’t been the same like before
I still love it but I used to love it more
Face Time with my shawty on tour
And she texting purple hearts ’cause she know that we at war

Niggas keep reaching and dissin’
Can’t afford mistakes, not on this end
Make me call my bros for assistance
You gon’ make me call my bros for assistance
Niggas keep reaching and dissin’
Put me in a fucked up position
You gon’ make me call my bros, for assistance
Make me call my bro

Baby I’m a savage I ain’t romantic
When I come around these rappers niggas start to panic
And they pockets going under like the Titanic
Got some head last night and it was outstanding
They was hatin’ on me then and they hatin’ now
She was playing with me then but she waitin’ now
Used to sleep inside a den I got acres now
I was fighting niggas then but I’m spraying now
I don’t pay no mind to no sneak diss
I won’t spend a dime on a freak bitch
Niggas takin’ cheap shots on some cheap shit
They the type to stand in line for some free shit
Babygirl gon’ suck it ’til her jaws locked
She gon’ make me put my bitch on call block
We the ones poppin’, we the ones shoppin’
We the one droppin’, niggas we the ones
They the ones duckin’ when them heaters come
You that nigga snitchin’ on your people huh
21 savage A.K.A. The Reaper huh
Pussy niggas gettin’ shot for all that reachin’ huh

Niggas keep reaching and dissin’
Can’t afford mistakes, not on this end
Make me call my bros for assistance
You gon’ make me call my bros for assistance
Niggas keep reaching and dissin’
Put me in a fucked up position
Make me call my bros, for assistance
Make me call my bro

I don’t need love I’m the GOAT
I just hit the beat and float
And I’m selling out arenas, but you putting on a show
I been trynna change life around for everyone I know
‘Cause if I don’t share the wealth, then how the fuck we supposed to grow
Mom’s stressed theres a lot of things we need
Chain smoking in the house it’s hard to breathe
I used to have to hit my T’s with Febreeze
Jordan pull up in the TL now I’m cheese
I’mma turn this TSX to a Benz soon
I’mma see a lot of blessings for my friends soon
150 inch screen in my bedroom
6’1" man a nigga need some leg room
Shit ain’t been the same like before
They ain’t even wanna look up at the score
Face Time with my shawty on tour
And she texting purple hearts ’cause she know we at war

Niggas keep reaching and dissin’
Can’t afford mistakes, not on this end
Make me call my bros for assistance
You gon’ make me call my bros for assistance
Niggas keep reaching and dissin’
Put me in a fucked up position
Make me call my bros, for assistance
Make me call my bro

A Boogie Wit Da Hoodie – Wit Da Shitz Lyrics

[Plug Studios]

Woah

[Gunna Gunna]

[Intro: Billionaire Black and A Boogie Wit Da Hoodie]
Clout God
Gunna whatup bro
You ain’t with the shit
You ain’t with the shits
You ain’t with the shits
Say you drilling you ain’t shootin shit
A Boogie
Say you trapping you ain’t doing shit

[Hook: Billionaire Black]
You say you a trapper you ain’t moving bricks
You say you a killer you ain’t killing shit
Say you drilling you ain’t doing shit
Boy stop flexing I know you ain’t with the shits
You ain’t with the shits, You ain’t with the shits
You ain’t with the shits, You ain’t with the shits
You say you trapping you ain’t moving bricks
You say you drilling you ain’t shootin shit

[Verse 1: Billionaire Black]
You ain’t with the shits you ain’t with the shits
You pack work but never seen a quarter brick
The plug just sent me ten I ordered six
I just fucked a sack off on some Jordan kicks
You ain’t with the shits nigga stop the flexing
Nigga want some drank know Ima tax em
My niggas with the shit they bout that action
Catch me up in traffic automatics
You ain’t with the shits nigga why you frauding
Ski mask on my niggas robbing
Nigga you don’t want these problems
We got choppers and revolvers we’ll solve ya

[Hook: Billionaire Black]
You say you a trapper you ain’t moving bricks
You say you a killer you ain’t killing shit
Say you drilling you ain’t doing shit
Boy stop flexing I know you ain’t with the shits
You ain’t with the shits, You ain’t with the shits
You ain’t with the shits, You ain’t with the shits
You say you trapping you ain’t moving bricks
You say you drilling you ain’t shootin shit

[Verse 2: A Boogie Wit Da Hoodie]
You say with the shits
You say you flippin bricks
But nigga I know you ain’t really into
I got a smith on me
But I will always keep a k with me
We the men in black
If this brick on me ain’t adding up what I paid
Ima send it back
And if this bitch with me don’t open up and give me brain
Nigga Ima send her back
Cus I ain’t feelin that shit
Word to motha
Ion know if niggas hate or love us
In they feelings and shit
Pour it up and then I sip it up
I’m leaning up feeling like I had a pill in that shit
Bitches only wanna fuck us cus we clouting up
I know what’s up I been on that shit
Counting hundreds
I fuck it up I fuck it up
You know my pieces hitting and shit
You ain’t with it
Nigga why you flexing
I could tell you flexing
Boy you not bout that action
Lights camera but you not bout that action
Ya bitch she on me think she like how I’m rapping
? Up like I’m Tyson and Jackson
Then say what up to you like it never happened
A boogie with the shits like a napkin

[Hook: Billionaire Black]
You say you a trapper you ain’t moving bricks
You say you a killer you ain’t killing shit
Say you drilling you ain’t doing shit
Boy stop flexing I know you ain’t with the shits
You ain’t with the shits, You ain’t with the shits
You ain’t with the shits, You ain’t with the shits
You say you trapping you ain’t moving bricks
You say you drilling you ain’t shootin shit

Kanye West – Feedback (The Life Of Pablo Album)

[Hook]
Ayy, y’all heard about the good news?
Y’all sleeping on me, huh? Had a good snooze?
Wake up, nigga, wake up
We bout to get this paper

[Verse 1]
Money never made me
Make me do something? Nah, can’t make me
Even if the money low, can’t pay me
Even if the money low, can’t play me

[Hook]
Ayy, y’all heard about the good news?
Y’all sleeping on me, huh? Had a good snooze?
Wake up, nigga, wake up
We bout to get this paper

[Verse 2]
Pablo bought a Roley and a rottweiler
Seem like the more fame, I only got wilder
Hands up, we just doing what the cops taught us
Hands up, we just doing what the cops taught us
I’ve been outta my mind a long time
I’ve been outta my mind a long time
I’ve been saying how I feel at the wrong time
Might not come when you want but I’m on time

[Hook]
Ayy, y’all heard about the good news?
Y’all sleeping on me, huh? Had a good snooze?
Wake up, nigga, wake up
We ’bout to get this paper

[Verse 3]
I can’t let these people play me
Name one genius that ain’t crazy
Follow our father
You borrow our motto
I’m a Chicago south sider
I’m a Chicago south sider

[Hook]
Ayy, y’all heard about the good news?
Y’all sleeping on your boy, had a good snooze?
Wake up, nigga, wake up
It’s time to get the paper

[Verse 4]
I’ve been outta my mind a long time
I’ve been outta my mind a long time
I know, I know, I shouldn’t even bother
With all these gossiping, no-pussy-getting bloggers
Fashion show in Gotham, I need another costume
PETA’s mad cause I made a jacket outta possum
Awesome, Steve Jobs mixed with Steve Austin
Rich slave in the fabric store picking cotton
If Hov J then every Jordan need a Rodman
Man, Jay, they don’t really want no problems
Driving in the same car that they killed Pac in
Driving in the same uh that they killed Pac in
Hands up, we just doing what the cops taught us
Hands up, hands up, then the cops shot us

[Outro]
Hold on, hold on, hold on
Wait a second, everybody here, I’m the ghetto Oprah
You know what that mean? You get a fur! You get a fur!
You get a jet! You get a jet! Big booty bitch for you! Woo!

Meek Mill – Blessed Up lyrics

[Intro: Sample]
Be who you are
You ain’t trying to impress nobody
Who you got to impress?
You done came through the ranks
You’ve been tested, you know what I mean?
And you stood up
That mean you’ve been tested and you stood up
And you still standing up
So who you got to impress?
You ain’t trying to impress nobody man
Be who you are, you know what I mean?
You should be yourself because I’m saying you should do shit man for other people and you faking it
I don’t need you to be no motherfucking gangster for me
I need you to be a man

[Hook]
I got God watchin’ over me from courtside
Ballin’ like I’m Jordan cause I’m blessed up
And niggas want me gone but I’m still alive
Wake up every morning feelin’ blessed up
Pull up in that holy Ghost cause I’m blessed up
I’ma do the most cause I’m blessed up
Had to scoop my niggas out the hood now we all eatin’ good like we should cause we blessed up
[Verse 1]
Its outstandin’ that I’m still standin’
Mexican brand dish when beef get sandwiched
Blat, blat do it for my niggas that’s scammin’
On the corner with it runnin’ that tan in
Duckin’ the Ds, cut through the alley, scuffin’ your trees
Tossin’ the profit and fuck up your re
I know the feelin’ nigga
Start from a dollar, couple of Gs
Bought an Impala I’m flooding the streets
Its time to kill ’em nigga
I got an eight flipped over and I’m dealin’ nigga
In a drop S coupe and I’m wheelin’ nigga
Five hundred for the piece how I’m feelin’ nigga
In the hood just chillin’ nigga
I’ve seen realest niggas turn emotional all in they feelin’ niggas
That’s why I ain’t really feelin’ niggas
And if them hoes fuck with rats I ain’t sayin’ nothin’ to them bitches
I guess I ain’t really for them bitches really I’m blessed

[Hook]
I got God watchin’ over me from courtside
Ballin’ like I’m Jordan cause I’m blessed up
And niggas want me gone but I’m still alive wake up every morning feelin’ blessed up
Pull up in that holy Ghost cause I’m blessed up
I’ma do the most cause I’m blessed up
Had to scoop my niggas out the hood now we all eatin’ good like we should cause we blessed up

[Verse 2]
Blessings, you niggas stressin’
Mac on the dresser when I’m dressin’ and never pressure
Crab in the barrel watch the bucket don’t let ’em catch you
Cause if they pull you back to the bottom know you gon’ suffer, fuck ’em
I done leveled up on ’em ’til where I cannot touch em
Therefore can’t feel ’em, therefore I’ma hustle
New Wraith on forgis, course that’s from the muscle
Course I got a bubble, new Porshce red like a devil
Go skrt skrt through the lane on you
Niggas broke and you faker than that chain on you
I told Tak when he see you go insane on you
Can’t D me call it man, I clear the lane on you
Change the speed game 7 ‘Bron James on you
My little niggas begging me to put that flame on you
You get some money watch how all these niggas change on you
That’s why I changed on ’em I don’t feel a thing for them nigga I’m blessed

[Hook]
I got God watchin’ over me from courtside
Ballin’ like I’m Jordan cause I’m blessed up
And niggas want me gone but I’m still alive wake up every morning feelin’ blessed up
Pull up in that holy Ghost cause I’m blessed up
I’ma do the most cause I’m blessed up
Had to scoop my niggas out the hood now we all eatin’ good like we should cause we blessed up

Meek Mill – Blessed Up

[Intro: Sample]
Be who you are
You ain’t trying to impress nobody
Who you got to impress?
You done came through the ranks
You’ve been tested, you know what I mean?
And you stood up
That mean you’ve been tested and you stood up
And you still standing up
So who you got to impress?
You ain’t trying to impress nobody man
Be who you are, you know what I mean?
You should be yourself because I’m saying you should do shit man for other people and you faking it
I don’t need you to be no motherfucking gangster for me
I need you to be a man

[Hook]
I got God watchin’ over me from courtside ballin’ like I’m Jordan cause I’m blessed up
And niggas want me gone but I’m still alive
Wake up every morning feelin’ blessed up
Pull up in that holy Ghost cause I’m blessed up
I’mma do the most cause I’m blessed up
Had to scoop my niggas out the hood now we all eatin’ good like we should cause we blessed up
[Verse 1]
Its outstandin’ that I’m still standin’
Mexican brand dish when beef get sandwiched
Blat, blat do it for my niggas that’s scammin’
On the corner with it runnin’ that tan in
Duckin’ the Ds, cut through the alley, scuffin’ your trees
Tossin’ the profit and fuck up your re
I know the feelin’ nigga
Start from a dollar, couple of Gs
Bought an Impala I’m flooding the streets
Its time to kill ’em nigga
I got an eight flipped over and I’m dealin’ nigga
In a drop S coupe and I’m wheelin’ nigga
Five hundred for the piece how I’m feelin’ nigga
In the hood just chillin’ nigga
I’ve seen realest niggas turn emotional all in they feelin’ niggas
That’s why I ain’t really feelin’ niggas
And if them hoes fuck with rats I ain’t sayin’ nothin’ to them bitches
I guess I ain’t really for them bitches really I’m blessed

[Hook]
I got God watchin’ over me from courtside ballin’ like I’m Jordan cause I’m blessed up
And niggas want me gone but I’m still alive wake up every morning feelin’ blessed up
Pull up in that holy Ghost cause I’m blessed up
I’mma do the most cause I’m blessed up
Had to scoop my niggas out the hood now we all eatin’ good like we should cause we blessed up

[Verse 2]
Blessings, you niggas stressin’
Mac on the dresser when I’m dressin’ and never pressure
Crab in the barrel watch the bucket don’t let ’em catch you
Cause if they pull you back to the bottom know you gon’ suffer, fuck ’em
I done leveled up on ’em ’til where I cannot touch em
Therefore can’t feel ’em, therefore I’ma hustle
New Wraith on forgis, course that’s from the muscle
Course I got a bubble, new Porshce red like a devil
Go skrt skrt through the lane on you
Niggas broke and you faker than that chain on you
I told Tak when he see you go insane on you
Can’t D me call it man, I clear the lane on you
Change the speed game 7 ‘Bron James on you
My little niggas begging me to put that flame on you
You get some money watch how all these niggas change on you
That’s why I changed on ’em I don’t feel a thing for them nigga I’m blessed

[Hook]
I got God watchin’ over me from courtside ballin’ like I’m Jordan cause I’m blessed up
And niggas want me gone but I’m still alive wake up every morning feelin’ blessed up
Pull up in that holy Ghost cause I’m blessed up
I’mma do the most cause I’m blessed up
Had to scoop my niggas out the hood now we all eatin’ good like we should cause we blessed up

Apollo Brown & Skyzoo – Jordans & A Gold Chain letras

[Verse 1: Skyzoo]
Giving a fuck
I thought Jordan’s and a gold chain was living it up
And still is
Shit it still is depending where you living
And I’m still in the ‘Stuy so "do or die" is still religion
And Louboutin imprints where bitches know the difference, and diamonds are forever so I’m still about a prism
The now and the later like it’s sitting in the prism or prison, depending on if you pronounce different
Wait, that’s Alotta lines, let me pull back the limits
I mean that’s only half like when I’m throwing her my rhythm, but back to the soliloquy
Like back to it literally
Where all of this is off of the back of the truest vision
The sight shooting 20 for 20, cut in twos
And the theme is Carmines and visits to Russian Jews
Find me in Carmines at Carmine’s, a check on my neck and my chicken parm is soft fried
Just following tradition baby

[Hook: Skyzoo]
Giving a fuck
I thought Jordan’s & a gold chain
Was living it up, like yo it is ain’t it?!
Word over here is that it is ain’t it?!
Well ok, ’cause I’m in mine now
Giving a fuck
I thought Jordan’s & a gold chain
Was living it up, like yo it is ain’t it?!
Word over here is that it is ain’t it?!
Well ok

[Verse 2: Skyzoo]
Now how can I perfect this?
Living reckless
Die for my section
The same one where you can get killed without any questions, cops and exes, whether past tense or expected
Like who you was fucking or wherever your last breath is
Or breathe like a Breevort anthem for where the ‘Jects is
It breathe different like blowing rent money in Red Stix
Cuban Linx grams with a lavender fluorescence
That’s 5 mics all on your necklace
It’s just what we wanted to get what we wanted and sit on the numbers
Doors off like the winter’s the summer
And put a check on rewind where recollecting is fine
Tryna loop it like if we forgot to signal the drummer
Preached to us like if there was a plate set in front of us
And loud like if a clip was emptied out like if we found where the drummer was
Hands in the plate that’s in front of us
The same ones mimicking whatever the drummer does
Just following tradition baby

Drake – Sneakin’

[Verse 1: Drake]
This is all God’s doing man you can’t plan it
But if the devil’s in the details then I’m satanic
Bout to take over your city and you can’t stand it
My accountant say you sinking like the Titanic
David Blaine last summer man you had to vanish
I get the hits like somebody pitching underhanded
Got my Spanish ting convinced that I know Spanish
Really when she get to talking I don’t understand it
You ain’t own it right away, you had to wait on niggas
Man I’m only 29 have some patience with us
Plus I never met nobody from my label nigga
I just pop up with the music then they pay a nigga
Shit ain’t been the same like before
I still love it but I used to love it more
Face time with my shawty on tour
And she texting purple hearts cause she know that we at war, yeah

[Hook: Drake]
Niggas keep reaching and dissin’
Can’t afford mistakes, not on this end
Make me call my bros for assistance
You gon make me call my bros for assistance
Niggas keep reaching and dissin’
Put me in a fucked up position
You gon make me call my bros, for assistance
Make me call my bro
[Verse 2: 21 Savage]
Baby I’m a savage I ain’t romantic
When I come around these rappers niggas start to panic
And they pockets going under like the Titanic
Got some head last night and it was outstanding’
They was hatin’ on me then and they hatin’ now
She was playing with me then but she waitin’ now
Used to sleep inside a den I got acres now
I was fighting niggas then but I’m spraying now (blasting)
I don’t pay no mind to no sneak diss
I won’t spend a dime on a freak bitch
Niggas takin’ cheap shots on some cheap shit
They the type to stand in line for some free shit
Babygirl gon suck it ’till her jaws locked
She gon’ make me put my bitch on call block
We the ones poppin’, we the ones shoppin’
We the one droppin’, niggas we the ones
They the ones duckin’ when them heaters come
You that nigga snitchin’ on your people huh
21 savage aka the reaper huh
Pussy niggas gettin’ shot for all that reachin’ huh

[Hook: Drake]
Niggas keep reaching and dissin’
Can’t afford mistakes, not on this end
Make me call my bros for assistance
You gon make me call my bros for assistance
Niggas keep reaching and dissin’
Put me in all fucked up position
Make me call my bros, for assistance
Make me call my bro

[Verse 3: Drake]
I don’t need love I’m the G.O.A.T
I just hit the beat and float
And I’m selling out arenas, but you putting on a show
I been tryna change life around for everyone I know
Cause if I don’t share the wealth
Then how the fuck we supposed to grow
Mom’s stressed theres a lot of things we need
Chain smoking in the house it’s hard to breathe
I used to have to hit my T’s with Febreeze
Jordan pull up in the TL now I’m cheese
I’mma turn this TSX to a Benz soon
I’mma see a lot of blessings for my friends soon
150 inch screen in my bedroom
6’1″ man that nigga need some leg room
Shit ain’t been the same like before
They ain’t even wanna look up at the score
Face time with my shawty on tour
And she texting purple hearts cause she know that we at war

[Hook: Drake]
Niggas keep reaching and dissin’
Can’t afford mistakes, not on this end
Make me call my bros for assistance
You gon make me call my bros for assistance
Niggas keep reaching and dissin’
Put me in all fucked up position
Make me call my bros, for assistance
Make me call my bro

Drake – Sneakin’ lyrics

[Verse 1: Drake]
This is all God’s doing man you can’t plan it
But if the devil’s in the details then I’m satanic
Bout to take over your city and you can’t stand it
My accountant say you sinking like the Titanic
David Blaine last summer man you had to vanish
I get the hits like somebody pitching underhanded
Got my Spanish ting convinced that I know Spanish
Really when she get to talking I don’t understand it
You ain’t own it right away, you had to wait on niggas
Man I’m only 29 have some patience with us
Plus I never met nobody from my label nigga
I just pop up with the music then they pay a nigga
Shit ain’t been the same like before
I still love it but I used to love it more
Face time with my shawty on tour
And she texting purple hearts cause she know that we at war, yeah

[Hook: Drake]
Niggas keep reaching and dissin’
Can’t afford mistakes, not on this end
Make me call my bros for assistance
You gon make me call my bros for assistance
Niggas keep reaching and dissin’
Put me in a fucked up position
You gon make me call my bros, for assistance
Make me call my bro
[Verse 2: 21 Savage]
Baby I’m a savage I ain’t romantic
When I come around these rappers niggas start to panic
And they pockets going under like the Titanic
Got some head last night and it was outstanding’
They was hatin’ on me then and they hatin’ now
She was playing with me then but she waitin’ now
Used to sleep inside a den I got acres now
I was fighting niggas then but I’m spraying now (blasting)
I don’t pay no mind to no sneak diss
I won’t spend a dime on a freak bitch
Niggas takin’ cheap shots on some cheap shit
They the type to stand in line for some free shit
Babygirl gon suck it ’till her jaws locked
She gon’ make me put my bitch on call block
We the ones poppin’, we the ones shoppin’
We the one droppin’, niggas we the ones
They the ones duckin’ when them heaters come
You that nigga snitchin’ on your people huh
21 savage aka the reaper huh
Pussy niggas gettin’ shot for all that reachin’ huh

[Hook: Drake]
Niggas keep reaching and dissin’
Can’t afford mistakes, not on this end
Make me call my bros for assistance
You gon make me call my bros for assistance
Niggas keep reaching and dissin’
Put me in all fucked up position
Make me call my bros, for assistance
Make me call my bro

[Verse 3: Drake]
I don’t need love I’m the G.O.A.T
I just hit the beat and float
And I’m selling out arenas, but you putting on a show
I been tryna change life around for everyone I know
Cause if I don’t share the wealth
Then how the fuck we supposed to grow
Mom’s stressed theres a lot of things we need
Chain smoking in the house it’s hard to breathe
I used to have to hit my T’s with Febreeze
Jordan pull up in the TL now I’m cheese
I’mma turn this TSX to a Benz soon
I’mma see a lot of blessings for my friends soon
150 inch screen in my bedroom
6’1″ man that nigga need some leg room
Shit ain’t been the same like before
They ain’t even wanna look up at the score
Face time with my shawty on tour
And she texting purple hearts cause she know that we at war

[Hook: Drake]
Niggas keep reaching and dissin’
Can’t afford mistakes, not on this end
Make me call my bros for assistance
You gon make me call my bros for assistance
Niggas keep reaching and dissin’
Put me in all fucked up position
Make me call my bros, for assistance
Make me call my bro

DRAKE – Sneakin’ lyrics

This is all God’s doing man you can’t plan it
But if the devils in the details then I’m satanic
Take over your city and you can’t stand it
My accountant say you sinking like the Titanic
David Blaine last summer man you had to vanish
I get the hits like somebody pitching underhanded
Got my Spanish ting convinced that I know Spanish
Really when she get to talking I don’t understand it
You ain’t on it right away, you had to wait on it nigga
Man I’m only 29 have some patience with us
Plus I never met nobody from my label nigga
I just pop up with the music then they pay a nigga
Shit ain’t been the same like before
I still love it but I used to love it more
Face time with my shawty on tour
And she texting purple hearts cause she know we at war

Niggas keep reaching and dissin’
Can’t afford mistakes, not on this end
Make me call my bros for assistance
You gon make me call my bros for assistance
Niggas keep reaching and dissin’
Put me in all fucked up position
You gon make me call my bros, for assistance
Make me call my bro

Baby I’m a savage I ain’t romantic
When I come around these rappers start to panic
And they pockets going under like the Titanic
Got some head last night it was outstanding’
They was hatin’ on me then and they hatin’ now
She was playing with me then but she waitin’ now
Used to sleep inside a den I got acres now
I was fighting niggas then but I’m spraying now
I don’t pay no mind to no sneak diss
I won’t spend a dime on a freak bitch
Niggas takin’ cheap shots on some cheap shit
They the type to stand in line for some free shit
Babygirl gon suck it til her jaws lock
She gon’ make me put my shit on call block
We the ones poppin’, we the ones shoppin’
We the one droppin’, nigga we the ones
They the ones duckin’ when the heaters come
You that nigga snitchin’ on your people huh
21 savage aka the reaper huh
Niggas gettin’ shot for all that reachin’ huh

Niggas keep reaching and dissin’
Can’t afford mistakes, not on this end
Make me call my bros for assistance
You gon make me call my bros for assistance
Niggas keep reaching and dissin’
Put me in all fucked up position
Make me call my bros, for assistance
Make me call my bro

I dont need love I’m the goat
I just hit the beat and float
And I’m selling out arenas, but you putting on a show
I been trynna change life around for everyone I know
Cause if I don’t share the wealth, then how the fuck we supposed to grow
Mom’s stressed theres a lot of things we need
Chain smoking in the house it’s hard to breathe
I used to have to hit my T’s with Febreeze
Jordan pull up in the TL now I’m cheese
I’mma turn this TSX to a Benz soon
I’mma see a lot of blessings for my friends soon
150 inch screen in my bedroom
6’1″ man that nigga need some leg room
Shit ain’t been the same like before
They ain’t even wanna look up at the score

Face time with my shawty on tour
And she texting purple hearts cause she know we at war

Niggas keep reaching and dissin’
Can’t afford mistakes, not on this end
Make me call my bros for assistance
You gon make me call my bros for assistance
Niggas keep reaching and dissin’
Put me in all fucked up position
Make me call my bros, for assistance

(Make me call my bro…)

Drake – Sneakin’ (feat. 21 Savage & London On Da Track) letras

[Verse 1: Drake]
This is all God’s doing man you can’t plan it
But if the devil’s in the details then I’m satanic
Take over your city and you can’t stand it
My accountant say you sinking like the Titanic
David Blaine last summer man you had to vanish
I get the hits like somebody pitching underhanded
Got my Spanish ting convinced that I know Spanish
Really when she get to talking I don’t understand it
You ain’t on it right away, you had to wait on it nigga
Man I’m only 29 have some patience with us
Plus I never met nobody from my label nigga
I just pop up with the music then they pay a nigga
Shit ain’t been the same like before
I still love it but I used to love it more
Face time with my shawty on tour
And she texting purple hearts cause she know we at war

[Hook: Drake]
Niggas keep reaching and dissin’
Can’t afford mistakes, not on this end
Make me call my bros for assistance
You gon make me call my bros for assistance
Niggas keep reaching and dissin’
Put me in all fucked up position
You gon make me call my bros, for assistance
Make me call my bro

[Verse 2: 21 Savage]
Baby I’m a savage I ain’t romantic
When I come around these rappers start to panic
And they pockets going under like the Titanic
Got some head last night it was outstanding’
They was hatin’ on me then and they hatin’ now
She was playing with me then but she waitin’ now
Used to sleep inside a den I got acres now
I was fighting niggas then but I’m spraying now
I don’t pay no mind to no sneak diss
I won’t spend a dime on a freak bitch
Niggas takin’ cheap shots on some cheap shit
They the type to stand in line for some free shit
Babygirl gon suck it til her jaws lock
She gon’ make me put my shit on call block
We the ones poppin’, we the ones shoppin’
We the one droppin’, nigga we the ones
They the ones duckin’ when the heaters come
You that nigga snitchin’ on your people huh
21 savage aka the reaper huh
Niggas gettin’ shot for all that reachin’ huh

[Hook: Drake]
Niggas keep reaching and dissin’
Can’t afford mistakes, not on this end
Make me call my bros for assistance
You gon make me call my bros for assistance
Niggas keep reaching and dissin’
Put me in all fucked up position
Make me call my bros, for assistance
Make me call my bro

[Verse 3: Drake]
I dont need love I’m the goat
I just hit the beat and float
And I’m selling out arenas, but you putting on a show
I been trynna change life around for everyone I know
Cause if I don’t share the wealth, then how the fuck we supposed to grow
Mom’s stressed theres a lot of things we need
Chain smoking in the house it’s hard to breathe
I used to have to hit my T’s with Febreeze
Jordan pull up in the TL now I’m cheese
I’mma turn this TSX to a Benz soon
I’mma see a lot of blessings for my friends soon
150 inch screen in my bedroom
6’1" man that nigga need some leg room
Shit ain’t been the same like before
They ain’t even wanna look up at the score

[Bridge]
Face time with my shawty on tour
And she texting purple hearts cause she know we at war

[Hook: Drake]
Niggas keep reaching and dissin’
Can’t afford mistakes, not on this end
Make me call my bros for assistance
You gon make me call my bros for assistance
Niggas keep reaching and dissin’
Put me in all fucked up position
Make me call my bros, for assistance
Make me call my bro

Drake – Sneakin’ lyrics

This is all God’s doing man you can’t plan it
But if the devils in the details then I’m satanic
Take over your city and you can’t stand it
My accountant say you sinking like the Titanic
David Blaine last summer man you had to vanish
I get the hits like somebody pitching underhanded
Got my Spanish ting convinced that I know Spanish
Really when she get to talking I don’t understand it
You ain’t on it right away, you had to wait on it nigga
Man I’m only 29 have some patience with us
Plus I never met nobody from my label nigga
I just pop up with the music then they pay a nigga
Shit ain’t been the same like before
I still love it but I used to love it more
Face time with my shawty on tour
And she texting purple hearts cause she know we at war

Niggas keep reaching and dissin’
Can’t afford mistakes, not on this end
Make me call my bros for assistance
You gon make me call my bros for assistance
Niggas keep reaching and dissin’
Put me in all fucked up position
You gon make me call my bros, for assistance
Make me call my bro

Baby I’m a savage I ain’t romantic
When I come around these rappers start to panic
And they pockets going under like the Titanic
Got some head last night it was outstanding’
They was hatin’ on me then and they hatin’ now
She was playing with me then but she waitin’ now
Used to sleep inside a den I got acres now
I was fighting niggas then but I’m spraying now
I don’t pay no mind to no sneak diss
I won’t spend a dime on a freak bitch
Niggas takin’ cheap shots on some cheap shit
They the type to stand in line for some free shit
Babygirl gon suck it til her jaws lock
She gon’ make me put my shit on call block
We the ones poppin’, we the ones shoppin’
We the one droppin’, nigga we the ones
They the ones duckin’ when the heaters come
You that nigga snitchin’ on your people huh
21 savage aka the reaper huh
Niggas gettin’ shot for all that reachin’ huh

Niggas keep reaching and dissin’
Can’t afford mistakes, not on this end
Make me call my bros for assistance
You gon make me call my bros for assistance
Niggas keep reaching and dissin’
Put me in all fucked up position
Make me call my bros, for assistance
Make me call my bro

I dont need love I’m the goat
I just hit the beat and float
And I’m selling out arenas, but you putting on a show
I been trynna change life around for everyone I know
Cause if I don’t share the wealth, then how the fuck we supposed to grow
Mom’s stressed theres a lot of things we need
Chain smoking in the house it’s hard to breathe
I used to have to hit my T’s with Febreeze
Jordan pull up in the TL now I’m cheese
I’mma turn this TSX to a Benz soon
I’mma see a lot of blessings for my friends soon
150 inch screen in my bedroom
6’1″ man that nigga need some leg room
Shit ain’t been the same like before
They ain’t even wanna look up at the score

Face time with my shawty on tour
And she texting purple hearts cause she know we at war

Niggas keep reaching and dissin’
Can’t afford mistakes, not on this end
Make me call my bros for assistance
You gon make me call my bros for assistance
Niggas keep reaching and dissin’
Put me in all fucked up position
Make me call my bros, for assistance

(Make me call my bro…)

A Boogie & Don Q – Floyd Mayweather

[Verse 1: A Boogie Wit Da Hoodie]
Had to stop writing you back
Too young for a fucking attachment
I’m like a biker with swag
Zippers on my jacket like I’m Michael Jackson
If you put a knife in my back yeah I promise this gon be the fucking last one
I make a hit every track
Every one I make I say that I got one
Putting the x on the map
You miss your ex and you stay tryna find her
I put the D in her back made a track about it gave it to drama
The face in my rollie is black
Ima flood it up whenever the time come
Most of my hoodies are black
I was trapping before I was a rapper
I got off my ass and I ran it up
That sum in my stash was a hundred bucks
Now under the mattress got hundreds tuck
Niggas need classes to study us
I tell her don’t front and she back it up
These hundreds is lifting my mattress up
You wifing a thot and she acting up
You niggas be fucking the package up
My jeans are Armani I swag it up
I got the collection I madden up
Flooded the bridge out in Avianne I want you to see where im coming from
I want you to see it ain’t no one on one
I want you to know I don’t give a fuck
I picked up your bitch in a drop top I want you to see her when I pull up

[Verse 2: Don Q]
Lil bitch
Come and suck a nigga dick lil bitch
My groupie love when sky rocket
Extra condoms in my side pocket
She came to the show with her man
She left with the gang while he was outside watching
I put that hoe in a lamb i’m cutting through lanes she calling me phsychotic
I put a 4 in a can I’m tryna stay up off the drink so i drive nodded
I pull up my jacket it’s Rick Owen
My neck freezing and my wrist snowing
You niggas look like lick though
Wassup with that pussy, Ya bitch going
They know im important I don’t got to holla I tell my assistant to pick for me
They calling me Jordan my jeweler just make me some rings
I left with like 6 on me
I hear the lies in the rooms when are you guys gonna do?
Reach for this watch boy you stupid
Please do not die over music
Hundreds and thousands they come by the hour
We pumped out the housing you wasn’t allowed in
Need a rollie just to flood it with diamonds
Need a foreign that gon come with no milage
I got that bag and I ran through it
Come to the field bitch I’m Cam Newton
I bought a chopper that bitch got a stand to it
I jump out the van shooting
They throwing on that don and they ran up them bands to it
I still got them grams moving
20 on diamonds they dance when the hand moving
They told me I can’t do it

A Boogie & Don Q – Floyd Mayweather Lyrics

[Verse 1: A Boogie Wit Da Hoodie]
Had to stop writing you back
Too young for a fucking attachment
I’m like a biker with swag
Zippers on my jacket like I’m Michael Jackson
If you put a knife in my back yeah I promise this gon be the fucking last one
I make a hit every track
Every one I make I say that I got one
Putting the x on the map
You miss your ex and you stay tryna find her
I put the D in her back made a track about it gave it to drama
The face in my rollie is black
Ima flood it up whenever the time come
Most of my hoodies are black
I was trapping before I was a rapper
I got off my ass and I ran it up
That sum in my stash was a hundred bucks
Now under the mattress got hundreds tuck
Niggas need classes to study us
I tell her don’t front and she back it up
These hundreds is lifting my mattress up
You wifing a thot and she acting up
You niggas be fucking the package up
My jeans are Armani I swag it up
I got the collection I madden up
Flooded the bridge out in Avianne I want you to see where im coming from
I want you to see it ain’t no one on one
I want you to know I don’t give a fuck
I picked up your bitch in a drop top I want you to see her when I pull up

[Verse 2: Don Q]
Lil bitch
Come and suck a nigga dick lil bitch
My groupie love when sky rocket
Extra condoms in my side pocket
She came to the show with her man
She left with the gang while he was outside watching
I put that hoe in a lamb i’m cutting through lanes she calling me phsychotic
I put a 4 in a can I’m tryna stay up off the drink so i drive nodded
I pull up my jacket it’s Rick Owen
My neck freezing and my wrist snowing
You niggas look like lick though
Wassup with that pussy, Ya bitch going
They know im important I don’t got to holla I tell my assistant to pick for me
They calling me Jordan my jeweler just make me some rings
I left with like 6 on me
I hear the lies in the rooms when are you guys gonna do?
Reach for this watch boy you stupid
Please do not die over music
Hundreds and thousands they come by the hour
We pumped out the housing you wasn’t allowed in
Need a rollie just to flood it with diamonds
Need a foreign that gon come with no milage
I got that bag and I ran through it
Come to the field bitch I’m Cam Newton
I bought a chopper that bitch got a stand to it
I jump out the van shooting
They throwing on that don and they ran up them bands to it
I still got them grams moving
20 on diamonds they dance when the hand moving
They told me I can’t do it