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Cardi B - Thru Your Phone | Lyrics:
Look, I just want to break up all your shit
Call your mama phone
Let her know that she raised a bitch, then dial tone, click
And fuck your little fake ass friends
Come around actin' like they my bros
I seen y'all little group texts
Where you all like to brag about your hoes
And you can tell your little bitch
I screenshotted all her naked pics
Oh, you wanna send nudes to my man?
Wake up and see your boobs on the 'Gram?
Little bitch, I cannot stand you, right hand to Jesus
I might just cut all the tongues out your sneakers
Smash your TV from Best Buy
You gon' turn me into into Left Eye
I don't wanna hear 'bout invasion of privacy
I had a feeling, it turns out you lie to me
I'm holdin' back everything that's inside of me
How you out fuckin' with bitches that follow me?
My heart is beating like it's bleeding out
(You sleeping, you sleeping, you sleeping)
You sleeping like a baby
Everyone was right about you now, and
(You creeping, you creeping, you creeping)
I went through your phone last night
I went through your phone last night
Saw some things I didn't like
I went through your phone last night
It's killing me, killing me, killing me, oh
All I can see is you and her in different scenarios
Beyoncé on my stereo, "Resentment" on repeat
I'ma make you a bowl of cereal with a teaspoon of bleach
Serve it to you like, "Here you go, nigga, bon appétit"
Look do you give it to her raw? You love her or nah?
You risk your whole home for a hoe from the bar?
You really want them hoes? You can have them bitches
You don't even cheat with no badder bitches
This shit is eatin' me, you sleepin' peacefully
Gettin' more mad at you, thinkin' 'bout stabbing you
Don't even know that you this close to dyin'
You gon' wake up like, "Why you got an attitude?"
My heart is beating like it's bleeding out
(You sleeping, you sleeping, you sleeping)
You sleeping like a baby
Everyone was right about you now, and
(You creeping, you creeping, you creeping)
I went through your phone last night
I went through your phone last night
Saw some things I didn't like
I went through your phone last night
It's killing me, killing me, killing me, oh
It's killing me
It's killing me, killing me, killing me, oh
It's killing me
It's killing me, killing me, killing me, oh
It's killing me
It's killing me, killing me, killing me, oh
It's killing me
I went through your phone last night
I went through your phone last night
Saw some things I didn't like
I went through your phone last night
It's killing me, killing me, killing me, oh
#cardib #thruyourphone #hiphop #lyrics
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Cardi B - Thru Your Phone | Lyrics:
Look, I just want to break up all your shit
Call your mama phone
Let her know that she raised a bitch, then dial tone, click
And fuck your little fake ass friends
Come around actin' like they my bros
I seen y'all little group texts
Where you all like to brag about your hoes
And you can tell your little bitch
I screenshotted all her naked pics
Oh, you wanna send nudes to my man?
Wake up and see your boobs on the 'Gram?
Little bitch, I cannot stand you, right hand to Jesus
I might just cut all the tongues out your sneakers
Smash your TV from Best Buy
You gon' turn me into into Left Eye
I don't wanna hear 'bout invasion of privacy
I had a feeling, it turns out you lie to me
I'm holdin' back everything that's inside of me
How you out fuckin' with bitches that follow me?
My heart is beating like it's bleeding out
(You sleeping, you sleeping, you sleeping)
You sleeping like a baby
Everyone was right about you now, and
(You creeping, you creeping, you creeping)
I went through your phone last night
I went through your phone last night
Saw some things I didn't like
I went through your phone last night
It's killing me, killing me, killing me, oh
All I can see is you and her in different scenarios
Beyoncé on my stereo, "Resentment" on repeat
I'ma make you a bowl of cereal with a teaspoon of bleach
Serve it to you like, "Here you go, nigga, bon appétit"
Look do you give it to her raw? You love her or nah?
You risk your whole home for a hoe from the bar?
You really want them hoes? You can have them bitches
You don't even cheat with no badder bitches
This shit is eatin' me, you sleepin' peacefully
Gettin' more mad at you, thinkin' 'bout stabbing you
Don't even know that you this close to dyin'
You gon' wake up like, "Why you got an attitude?"
My heart is beating like it's bleeding out
(You sleeping, you sleeping, you sleeping)
You sleeping like a baby
Everyone was right about you now, and
(You creeping, you creeping, you creeping)
I went through your phone last night
I went through your phone last night
Saw some things I didn't like
I went through your phone last night
It's killing me, killing me, killing me, oh
It's killing me
It's killing me, killing me, killing me, oh
It's killing me
It's killing me, killing me, killing me, oh
It's killing me
It's killing me, killing me, killing me, oh
It's killing me
I went through your phone last night
I went through your phone last night
Saw some things I didn't like
I went through your phone last night
It's killing me, killing me, killing me, oh
#cardib #thruyourphone #hiphop #lyrics
![Don Toliver - Tuition | Lyrics
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Don Toliver - Tuition | Lyrics:
[Chorus]
In the strip club, got our ones up (Yeah, yeah)
With her hair tied to the back (Yee)
In the strip club, kinda fucked up (Yeah, yeah)
You been sippin on dirty, ayy
You leave the strip club (Strip club) with your best friend (Best friend)
Tryna make college tuition at the West End
[Post-Chorus]
Ooh, ooh, I like that bitch
She on all that tracker shit (Okay)
Shawty in here tryna get rich (Oh-oh)
Goddamnit, lil baby, I like that bitch
Got a blunt, I light that bitch (Put it up)
A nigga too toxic
Bitch pullin up, get fixed
[Refrain]
Im ballin on the court like Melo (Yeah, yeah)
The booty get jiggly like Jell-O (Yeah, yeah)
Work on the boy, good fellow (Yeah, yeah)
Shawty been on my level (Yeah, yeah)
[Chorus]
In the strip club, got our ones up (Yeah, yeah)
With her hair tied to the back (Yee)
In the strip club, kinda fucked up (Yeah, yeah)
You been sippin on dirty, ayy
You leave the strip club (Strip club) with your best friend (Best friend)
Tryna make college tuition at the West End
[Post-Chorus]
Ooh, ooh, I like that bitch
She on all that tracker shit (Okay)
Shawty in here tryna get rich (Oh-oh)
Goddamnit, lil baby, I like that bitch
Got a blunt, I light that bitch (Put it up)
A nigga too toxic
Bitch pullin up, get fixed
[Refrain]
Im ballin on the court like Melo (Yeah, yeah)
The booty get jiggly like Jell-O (Yeah, yeah)
Work on the boy, good fellow (Yeah, yeah)
Shawty been on my level (Yeah, yeah)
Still watchin out for Winslows
Aint fuckin round with the bimbo
Tryna make college tuition at the West End
[Pre-Chorus]
Ooh, ooh, I like that bitch
She on all that tracker shit (Okay)
Shawty in here tryna get rich (Oh-oh)
Goddamnit, lil baby, I like that bitch
Got a blunt, I light that bitch (Put it up)
A nigga too toxic
Bitch pullin up, get fixed
[Chorus]
In the strip club, got our ones up
With her hair tied to the back
In the strip club, kinda fucked up
You been sippin on dirty, ayy
You leave the strip club with your best friend
Tryna make college tuition at the West End
[Outro]
Why do you want my high?
How could you waste your time?
In the strip club dancin for hours and hours and hours
#dontoliver #tuition #hiphop #lyrics Don Toliver - Tuition | Lyrics](https://i.ytimg.com/vi/MvHS95q9_L0/mqdefault.jpg)

![Pooh Shiesty - Reap What You Sow | Lyrics
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Pooh Shiesty - Reap What You Sow | Lyrics:
[Intro]
Mm-mm-mm-mm
Blrrrd, blrrrd
Nigga, nigga, youll reap what you sow
Mm-mm-mm, way down with you tent pole, nigga (Once again, Im locked in with TP, we finna make a hit)
Im ready to shoot— Im ready to—
Okay
[Chorus]
They there right now? Say no more
Reckless, grab KD, lets go
Damn, Im pluckin, I miss you bro, the streets say you reap what you sow
Okay, you reap what you sow, Trey Day died, wants you all neck to his pole
Only nigga knew he had dope in his shoe was Dario
Welcome to my city, home of the triple cross, dont get backdoored
Cant go back to my condo in the A, robbed the nigga stayed next door
Ran cross who shit that wasnt J, respect the gang, though
I cant go, my favoritе motto, layin low, playin slow (Ayy, ayy, blrrrd)
[Verse]
I hold my Drac like a guitar, these 7.62s push a car
Mе, Scarr, and Tink wrecked on a high-speed, got away by the grace of God
Knock-knock-knock all through the car door, Im hit, blood all on my chop
K-Dog took my black flag off my head to make the blood stop
When it get cold, my arm ache, I get real mad again, on God
We Choppa Gang, not Goon Squad, aint got no hustle, get up and box
Got two knives, but this yard sweet, so Ima just tote my lock
Sittin in the pod, eatin Popeyes, sellin dope off an Apple Watch
Fuck a rumor, nigga, I shook the pen just like I shook the streets
At first, you said I was jail talkin, now all of a sudden, you believe in me
Nigga, I aint never needed no ho, always been a what a ho need
Nigga, I shook the critics, I beat the feds, that shit wasnt shit to me
All I asked was the bare minimum, nigga held his nuts on me
So I took it there, yeah, I ****, fuck you mean, nigga?
You posed to put hoes on they back, you put your niggas up on they feet
Especially when they certified, took they time and aint scream
Never got hoed, never folded, and they puttin on for the team?
Six different drugs in one bag, but in my palms, its a glee
I hid my knife right by my dick in case the metal detector beep
Thats six more months in the hole if the C.O. try to strip search me
[Chorus]
Because you reap what you sow, Trey Day died, wants you all neck to his pole
Only nigga knew he had dope in his shoe was Dario
Welcome to my city, home of the triple cross, dont get backdoored
Cant go back to my condo in the A, robbed the nigga stayed next door
Ran cross who shit that wasnt J, respect the gang, though
I cant go, my favorite motto, layin low, playin slow (Blrrrd, blrrrd, nigga)
[Outro]
Ayy, mane, Memphis home of the most dangerous, man
Our motto is lay low, play slow, man
See, a lot of places be different because, like they perception of gangsters, like
They perception of gangster is different, you know?
This shit here gotta be in you from down here, you know?
You cant just make this shit up, you cant get that far fakin, like
Not down here, you know?
A lot of places think that ra-ra, King Kong, gorilla, like
See me comin type of shit cool or
You got a place like this where
Everything is element of surprise, you know what Im sayin?
Let me explain somethin to you niggas, man
Say its seven niggas posted on the block right now
Everybody out here done smushed somethin, you know?
The last nigga all the way to the right
He OG, he up, he up the most, you know?
The last one over here to the left, the second from last
His last two boys was like, they werent sanctioned, he did somethin
He wasnt posed to be doin for some motherfuckers he wasnt even posed to be fuckin with
Now his number gotta get called and everybody know except him
And if you know, you gotta act like you dont know
Because it come out you be the one that woke him up, you gotta go with him
He still smokin, laughin, playin and chillin
Like do you know what like, survivin some shit like that do to your mental?
This shit get deep, man, you know?
You ever seen a shootout with no words?
You know what Im sayin?
You gotta be on point, man
Stay on your Ps and Qs, man
This shit aint for a lot of you niggas, so a lot of you niggas wont get it
I aint finna keep giving you fake and half-steppin-ass niggas this free game, man
Next time, Ima just say, Fuck you, bitch
#poohshiesty #reapwhatyousow #hiphop #lyrics Pooh Shiesty - Reap What You Sow | Lyrics](https://i.ytimg.com/vi/N8lhQoQnSmE/mqdefault.jpg)

![Sorisa - Melody I Can Finish | Lyrics
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Sorisa - Melody I Can Finish | Lyrics:
[Intro]
You told me everything that I shouldve loved
I wanna be the one that held back my tongue
I told my teeth to shine as bright as the sun
I told them I could never hate what Ive done
[Verse 1]
Told ya, I dont know how to hold ya
Burn yourself on the stove, yeah
Burn right up til youre gol— gol— gold
Lights on deep, but youre frozen
Dry your eyes while you hold him
Turn me up while its open
Baby, Ive never spoken
[Pre-Chorus]
Baby, it stopped snowing
And I know which way to go
Ive never grown up on my own
I wanna see you all al—
Dont take off your clothing
I wanna tell you all I know
Is everybody back at home?
Ive never been here, oh, before, oh, yeah
[Chorus]
Turn me to snow with the lights on, lights on
I wanna know, can you hold on? Hold on
Tell me youre wrong with emotion, motion
I wanna know if its so wrong, so wrong
With the lights on, lights on
I wanna know, can you hold on? Hold on
Tell me youre wrong with emotion, motion
I wanna know if its so wrong, so wrong
[Verse 2]
Uh, girl, take time
Its your time, girl, you made it
And, no, I dont wanna say it
Cause you wont come home if you make it
Can you teach me how to say it?
Can you show me youre amazing?
Take time, take time, girl, you made it
Said you wont come home if you make it
You never wanna stay
You told everyone youre done
You tried to steal my way
I tried to steal back the sun
Do I know if Ill make it?
Do I know if Ill make it?
Do I know if Ill make it?
Do I know if Ill make it?
[Pre-Chorus]
Baby, it stopped snowing
And I know which way to go
Ive never grown up on my own
I wanna see you all al—
Dont take off your clothing
I wanna tell you all I know
Is everybody back at home?
Ive never been here, oh, before, oh, yeah
[Chorus]
Turn me to snow with the lights on
Lights on, lights on, lights on, lights on, lights on
I wanna know, can you hold on?
Hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on (I wanna—)
Tell me youre wrong with emotion, motion
Motion, motion, motion
Motion, so wrong, so wrong
So wrong, so wrong, so wrong
#sorisa #hiphop #hyperpop #lyrics Sorisa - Melody I Can Finish | Lyrics](https://i.ytimg.com/vi/NyJgJiqOk_g/mqdefault.jpg)

![EsDeeKid - LV Sandals (Feat. fakemink, Rico Ace) | Lyrics
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EsDeeKid - LV Sandals (Feat. fakemink, Rico Ace) | Lyrics:
[Chorus: fakemink]
Louis V sandals (Okay, Wraith9)
Crazy, hoes act scandalous (Okay)
Yeah, these supermodel bitches be fans (Okay)
Drop the pack off to her man and then I go hold hands with her (Okay, 9)
Louis-Louis-Louis V sandals (Sandals)
Crazy, hoes act scandalous (Hoes)
Yeah, these supermodel bitches be fans
Drop the pack off to her man and then I go hold hands with her (Okay)
[Verse 1: EsDeeKid]
In a kush coma, EsDeeKid fried, Im a fuckin stoner
Got a bottle full of Tris, kid, Im never sober
I dont push no shit, lad, I fuckin told ya
Never had an older (Okay)
I was doing day trips to the Dam, wait, damn
Got a bally on me face and Im rockin Ray-Bans
Wait, man, I dont fuck with no snakes, fake mans
Keep a stack up on me lap, I got twenty in the waistband (Okay)
[Chorus: fakemink]
L-L-Louis-Louis-Louis V sandals (Sandals)
Crazy, hoеs act scandalous (Hoes)
Yeah, thesе supermodel bitches be fans
Drop the pack off to her man and then I go hold hands with her (Okay)
L-Louis-Louis-Louis V sandals (Sandals)
Crazy, hoes act scandalous (Hoes)
Yeah, these supermodel bitches be fans (Okay)
Drop the pack off to her man and then I go hold hands with her
[Verse 2: Rico Ace]
Im seeing mink on mink, catch him doubling the fur
Put my chain under the sink cause Im doubling the brr
Pussy pink, its on the brink, hit the tap and make her squirt (Okay)
Put a snake under the ground, its like Im doubling the dirt
She fuckin with my raps, Im sounding very different
Swallowing these tabs, big belly with it
Im fuckin on her friend and she already with it (Okay)
Two-steppin in her Loubs, goddamn, Lelli Kelly with it
[Chorus: fakemink]
Louis-Louis-Louis V sandals (Sandals)
Crazy, hoes act scandalous (Hoes)
Yeah, these supermodel bitches be fans
Drop the pack off to her man and then I go hold hands with her
L-L-Louis-Louis V sandals (Sandals)
Crazy, hoes act scandalous (Hoes)
Yeah, these supermodel bitches be fans
Drop the pack off to her man and then I go hold hands with her
[Outro]
(Okay, 9, 9, 9, 9)
(Okay)
(Okay)
(Okay)
#esdeekid #fakemink #hiphop #lyrics EsDeeKid - LV Sandals (Feat. fakemink, Rico Ace) | Lyrics](https://i.ytimg.com/vi/Ohx-gR49u9I/mqdefault.jpg)
![NoCap - Basic Burner | Lyrics
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NoCap - Basic Burner | Lyrics:
[Intro]
You can look back down, down (Oh-oh)
You can look back down, down
You can look down, down, down (Oh-oh)
You can look down, down, down
[Refrain]
I can turn a basic burner
To a star, to a star
I can turn a basic burner
To a star, to a star
Uh, I been tryna get the gang out the block
Turned it up, I got too famous to shop
If she basic, I can turn her to a star
If she basic, I can turn her to a star
Foreign cars in the hood, cost six figures
Make it clap, shawty sin for a rich nigga
Make it clap, shawty sin for a god
She know I rap, but Im way too involved
[Verse 1]
Im from where the love dyin and the hate livin
World full of hoes cryin with some fake titties
The hand on you should never be ashamed, girl cause they pretty
Fuck you in the bed full of money and we lay in it
(World full of bitches cryin with some fake tittiеs)
(You should never be ashamеd because they pretty)
(Fuck you in the bed full of money and we lay in it)
(Uh-uh, uh-uh)
[Chorus]
Girl, you way too pretty to trust
Girl, Im way too famous to love
Girl, you way too pretty to trust
Girl, Im way too famous to love
Girl, you way too pretty to trust
Girl, Im way too famous to love
Girl, you way too pretty to trust
Girl, Im way too famous to love
[Post-Chorus]
Im holding all of your secrets
Even though we aint been speakin
You know Im built like that
You know Im built like that
Im holding all of your secrets
Even though we aint been speakin
You know Im built like that
You know Im built like that
You know, you know, you know
Make it clap, shawty sin for a rich nigga
Make it clap, shawty sin for a rich nigga (Girl, you know)
Make it clap, shawty sin for a rich nigga
Make it clap, shawty sin for a rich nigga (Girl, you know)
Make it clap, shawty sin for a rich nigga
Make it clap, shawty sin for a rich nigga (Girl, you know)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
[Verse 2]
Uh, biker jacket, I done got this lil bitch drippin dizzy
All the game know she gave a nigga was illegal
God, Im so young, but Im so young til I cant feel the needle
The world sit on my bloody palms, I know you see me
[Refrain]
I can turn a basic burner
To a star, to a star
I been tryna get the gang out the block
Turned it up, I got too famous to shop
If she basic, I can turn her to a star
If she basic, I can turn her to a star
Foreign cars in the hood, cost six figures
Make it clap, shawty sin for a rich nigga
Make it clap, shawty sin for a god
She know I rap, but Im way too involved
[Chorus]
Girl, you way too pretty to trust
Girl, Im way too famous to love
Girl, you way too pretty to trust
Girl, Im way too famous to love
Girl, you way too pretty to trust
Girl, Im way too famous to love
Girl, you way too pretty to trust
Girl, Im way too famous to love
[Post-Chorus]
Im holding all of your secrets
Even though we aint been speakin
You know Im built like that
You know Im built like that
Im holding all of your secrets
Even though we aint been speakin
You know Im built like that
You know Im built like that
You know, you know, you know
Make it clap, shawty sin for a rich nigga
Make it clap, shawty sin for a rich nigga (Girl, you know)
Make it clap, shawty sin for a rich nigga
Make it clap, shawty sin for a rich nigga (Girl, you know)
Make it clap, shawty sin for a rich nigga
Make it clap, shawty sin for a god (Girl, you know)
Make it clap, shawty sin for a rich nigga
Make it clap, shawty sin for a god
#nocap #hiphop #lyrics NoCap - Basic Burner | Lyrics](https://i.ytimg.com/vi/OqWtz6o5n18/mqdefault.jpg)


