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Nasg Chaz - Outta Town (Lyrics)
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Lyrics:
I just wrecked a wide body
I was drunk drivin', switched lanes too quick
I just caught a new body
Wasn't even tryin', I be playin' with this shit
How the fuck your man died
And you see his killer, and you ain't do shit?
I just fucked her one time
And got blocked, damn, must've came too quick
Put her on the first flight to the Yams
Now the bitch stayin' at the Ritz
I might just bust down her lil' hand
Jubilee band on her wrist
She gon' fuck bro and them for the free
I don't understand this bitch
Then try to charge when it come to me
Bitch, I ain't payin' for that shit
Wrist on freeze, neck on freeze
'Member I was prayin' for a kit
Probably rob a rap nigga for his jewels
Have a nigga payin' for his shit
Sneak dissin', got a nigga hit quick
Cap on, sign lil' shit
If my bitch cheatin' (if my bitch cheatin')
I won't put my hands on a bitch
I don't even fuss when a nigga drunk
Do my lil' dance on a bitch
I just caught the head, then I rolled out
Pulled out my pants on a bitch
Took this lil' freak to a private beach
Got a lil' tan on this bitch
And I hit her right there, bro, I'm sorry
Got a lil' sign on your bitch
We the type to fuck it off and get it right back
They can't fuck with us at all
I just got a dub for a show
Might just leave a lil' diamond rope off
I just pulled up to the club
Put three hoes in the car and drove off
And I'm on bang-bang
I was rock hard 'fore she took her clothes off
This bitch on G6, way too much energy for me
I dozed off
Goofy niggas tryna get up in the section
I don't even fuckin' know y'all
I don't like the BBL hoes, I like natural ass, so soft
If she ain't a dime, I can't eat her out
That shit like eatin' coleslaw
I can quit this rap if they ain't hit the trap
If they ain't gon' get a brick off
I just met this bitch today, she told me Apple Pay
And that shit made my dick soft
She tryna ride, push it 'til you drive
Had to tell a bitch to get off
Probably 'cause I hit her with no foreplay
I just told her take her shit off
I don't like bougie bitches
I'm the type of nigga fly a freak out of town
Soon as I hit the bitch, I told her
"Listen, bitch, we gotta keep it out of town"
I just had a baby with a Puerto Rican bitch
Told her keep it out of town
'Cause my bitch'll probably kill me
If she ever find out I've been cheatin' out of town
If she workin' overnight, then I'ma book a flight
Shit, I'm sneakin' out of town
I remember robbin' niggas for they money
They can have it back, don't need it now
Fuck around and rob a nigga just for nothin'
Take his money, leave it on the ground
Catch a opp, leave it on the ground
Miss a shot, leave it on the ground
Fully AR pistol switch in the feds
It's just some shit you can't duck
Hangin' 'round with millionaires made me realize
It's some hoes I can't fuck
How the fuck you standin' on business paralyzed?
He can't even stand up
Hit a nigga dead in his chest like it's pops
Make a nigga man up
Matter of fact, fuck it, man down
Still bustin' while he lyin' down
Bitch, this a murder, not a robbery
Might as well put your hands down
You the type of nigga get 'round the bitches
Then try to put your man down
I'm the type catch my tug around bitches
And still put my man down
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Nasg Chaz - Outta Town (Lyrics)
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Lyrics:
I just wrecked a wide body
I was drunk drivin', switched lanes too quick
I just caught a new body
Wasn't even tryin', I be playin' with this shit
How the fuck your man died
And you see his killer, and you ain't do shit?
I just fucked her one time
And got blocked, damn, must've came too quick
Put her on the first flight to the Yams
Now the bitch stayin' at the Ritz
I might just bust down her lil' hand
Jubilee band on her wrist
She gon' fuck bro and them for the free
I don't understand this bitch
Then try to charge when it come to me
Bitch, I ain't payin' for that shit
Wrist on freeze, neck on freeze
'Member I was prayin' for a kit
Probably rob a rap nigga for his jewels
Have a nigga payin' for his shit
Sneak dissin', got a nigga hit quick
Cap on, sign lil' shit
If my bitch cheatin' (if my bitch cheatin')
I won't put my hands on a bitch
I don't even fuss when a nigga drunk
Do my lil' dance on a bitch
I just caught the head, then I rolled out
Pulled out my pants on a bitch
Took this lil' freak to a private beach
Got a lil' tan on this bitch
And I hit her right there, bro, I'm sorry
Got a lil' sign on your bitch
We the type to fuck it off and get it right back
They can't fuck with us at all
I just got a dub for a show
Might just leave a lil' diamond rope off
I just pulled up to the club
Put three hoes in the car and drove off
And I'm on bang-bang
I was rock hard 'fore she took her clothes off
This bitch on G6, way too much energy for me
I dozed off
Goofy niggas tryna get up in the section
I don't even fuckin' know y'all
I don't like the BBL hoes, I like natural ass, so soft
If she ain't a dime, I can't eat her out
That shit like eatin' coleslaw
I can quit this rap if they ain't hit the trap
If they ain't gon' get a brick off
I just met this bitch today, she told me Apple Pay
And that shit made my dick soft
She tryna ride, push it 'til you drive
Had to tell a bitch to get off
Probably 'cause I hit her with no foreplay
I just told her take her shit off
I don't like bougie bitches
I'm the type of nigga fly a freak out of town
Soon as I hit the bitch, I told her
"Listen, bitch, we gotta keep it out of town"
I just had a baby with a Puerto Rican bitch
Told her keep it out of town
'Cause my bitch'll probably kill me
If she ever find out I've been cheatin' out of town
If she workin' overnight, then I'ma book a flight
Shit, I'm sneakin' out of town
I remember robbin' niggas for they money
They can have it back, don't need it now
Fuck around and rob a nigga just for nothin'
Take his money, leave it on the ground
Catch a opp, leave it on the ground
Miss a shot, leave it on the ground
Fully AR pistol switch in the feds
It's just some shit you can't duck
Hangin' 'round with millionaires made me realize
It's some hoes I can't fuck
How the fuck you standin' on business paralyzed?
He can't even stand up
Hit a nigga dead in his chest like it's pops
Make a nigga man up
Matter of fact, fuck it, man down
Still bustin' while he lyin' down
Bitch, this a murder, not a robbery
Might as well put your hands down
You the type of nigga get 'round the bitches
Then try to put your man down
I'm the type catch my tug around bitches
And still put my man down
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![Nas, Bravehearts - Oochie Wally (Remix) [Lyrics]
Nas, Bravehearts - Oochie Wally (Remix) [Lyrics]
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![Tyler, The Creator, A$AP Rocky - Potato Salad (Lyrics)
Tyler, The Creator, A$AP Rocky - Potato Salad (Lyrics)
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Lyrics:
[Tyler, The Creator:]
Yo, now you gon start me from the top? Listen
Shout out Harlem, man
Shout out A$AP Rocky, man
AWGE in the building, man
Whats good? Is that potato salad?
Yo, listen
Niggas give me the cold shoulder, I can speak for myself
So I keep a high waist and alligator the belt
And got a belt with the holster, I aint playing games
But got some lil niggas who would do it so I pass the controller
You get pressed and X out, tri-angle your nose
Pause your life if you squares try to mess with my Os, whoa
So cut the crap like shit barbers
Cause we really with the beef like closeted gay fathers
Nigga we get dollars, give em to Ben Baller
Exchange for them chains thats all shiny with thick water
I got back pains, neck heavy like whipped cream
My whip clean, and they all white, I whip cream
And cop boys and I joystick, I whip cream and cop cribs
I got more space than big jeans, yall sleeping on me
Explain why they got shit dreams
Im alien, got the laser gun with the big beam
Married to the money, my bitch green
No I dont sip lean, but ride around in rockets like Yao Ming
Yall niggas weak
They thought I was goofy and all mouses
Double C my luggage and fill them with Comme blouses
Yall cop kush, my nigga I cop houses
And fill em with some Leo DiCaps and some Cole Sprouses, nigga
Where we? Rocky, A$AP
GOLF, boy, where we at? Nigga in Paris
[A$AP Rocky:]
Fuck clothes, I cop pieces
Couple thots with me and them hoes is like divas
Got my Vans on but they look like sneakers
Flipped a couple packs, BasedGod in the speakers
Bass all in the speakers
In the field like baseball, play ball, face wall when polices come
I dont rock Chanel, I rock channel
And no this aint a purse, its a satchel (At you)
Bless, at you, nah, I aint sneeze
But if niggas want steam or smoke, bet I match you
Got a bullet with your name on the barrel
If hollows dont clip, you get nip like its cat food
That dude, when I die, they gotta make a statue
Bad attitude, this aint a purse, its a satchel
Go to any nigga with money up in my bracket
Then I think about the state of rapping
All the freshmens in the classes
All the super seniors mumblin and ramblin
Mumblin and rappin, mumble rapping?
I find it hard to find actual talent
I find it hard to find an actual challenge
Im like Shabazz Palaces last acid hit, elaborate
Rap labs labyrinth, word to Kodaks Blacks Lazarus
CALLDROPS on the album skits
[Tyler, The Creator:]
Ayo, Im the channel that you watch, Im the ammo in the Glock
Weird nigga, full suit with the sandals and the socks, stop
And based on my neck boy
You would think I hate glass homes way Im handling the rocks
Who cast the first stone? Bitch, its me, fuck you thought?
Real grunge nigga, I aint got a flannel as the top
And Im picking up guitar, strum nigga
Bum niggas wish they could make a garden shed
But they sleeping on me man like their arm is dead
Im a wild nigga boy and you farmer bred, born
You aint animal, you are, corn, hahaha, yeah!
K shiz, what up, nigga!
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![Casper TNG - The Market Remix ft. A Boogie Wit da Hoodie (Lyrics)
Casper TNG - The Market Remix ft. A Boogie Wit da Hoodie (Lyrics)
https://open.spotify.com/artist/2YqKOT955onYp7NLWySVZ6
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Spotify:
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Lyrics:
[Intro: Casper TNG]
Fuckin up the market
Fuckin up the market
Im just fuckin up the market
Not too many bitches I did not hit, yeah
[Verse 1: Casper TNG]
I keep fuckin up the market
Not too many bitches I did not hit
I dont even think that she love me or hate me
I just think she lookin at my pockets
If Im broke, she gon leave me regardless
If Im up, she gon stay, thats a promise
Im tryna keep it honest (Heath Stone)
Im really goin all in
I really took a bitch up out the projects
Tryna see what its like, its a project
I might even feel like love you for now
But later on Ill know that it was non-sense
And why cant you just see me
For who I really am?
The killer of your friend
More times Im just runnin up checks
More times Im just
[Chorus: Casper TNG]
Im just fuckin up the market
Not too many bitches I did not hit
Yeah, I think its kinda toxic
And she keep tryna tell me that I hit her friend
I thought that it was obvious
And lately Ive been poppin all these Percocets
They tryna tell me, Stop it
Im just fuckin up the market
Im fuckin up the market
Not too many bitches I did not hit
Yeah, I think I need to stop it
Im out of town fuckin up the market
And I know Im fuckin up your profit
When I see the cops, get nauseous
Everywhere I go, Im tryna fuck up the market
[Verse 2: A Boogie wit da Hoodie]
Fuckin up the market
All these hoes got me heartless (Heartless)
Diamonds shine in the darkness (Darkness)
So damn fly, DTB but youre still my type (Yeah)
I got love for you cause you still fuck with me for me
And I still use my tank top as a holster
Told broski when he shoot, Use two hands
Huh, put a nigga face on a carton
Even when I stayed in those partments
You was by my side like an armpit
Any nigga play, they will cop it
I cant say his name cause he kill for a livin
Its gettin out of pocket
Seventeen hoes in the bisha, we litty
Lets take off like a rocket
My ex cant wait to call me toxic (Its gettin kind of toxic)
Hard to find somebody I can talk with
Just me and my dog like Im John Wick
Now its no key, push it to start it
X on your head, we can mark it
My ex label me as a narcissist
Stacked up my chips like they Pringles
I came back inside of the big body rocket
[Verse 3: 100Bandplan]
Baby, aint it obvious?
Geekin off these pills, got me nauseous (On God)
Back then I was fuckin up the rap, trap
Nowadays I’m fuckin up the market
Tryna fuck all her friends to be honest
G34 dunk a nigga like Giannis (Rrr)
To be honest (Rrr)
Finna talk my shit, finna pop my shit right now
Im done being modest
[Chorus: Casper TNG & 100Bandplan]
Im just fuckin up the market (Oh)
Not too many bitches I did not hit (On God)
Yeah, I think its kinda toxic
And she keep tryna tell me that I hit her friend
I thought that it was obvious (Yeah)
And lately Ive been poppin all these Percocets
They tryna tell me, Stop it (Yeah)
Im just fuckin up the market
Im fuckin up the market
Not too many bitches I did not hit
Yeah, I think I need to stop it
Im out of town fuckin up the market
And I know Im fuckin up your profit
When I see the cops, get nauseous
Everywhere I go, Im tryna fuck up the market
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![Pop Smoke - Hawk Em (Music Video)
Pop Smoke - Hawk Em (Music Video)
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Lyrics:
[Intro]
Traphouse Mob
Uh, haha
Big, what up? Aha
Trav, what up?
(This is a Melo beat)
Yo, Boof, what up?
[Verse]
Its big 092MLBOA (Free Nappy Blue), uh
K with it, K with it (Uh, Free D-Nice, Free Clax)
Niggas know that we dont play with it (R.I.P. all them, free the guys)
Big .38 gon hawk em
Two stripes, sauce it (Woo, woo)
Bentley, park it (Uh)
Hit him up if he Team Larkin (Baow)
I keep a TEC when Im walkin (Grrt)
Hands off the wheel when Im parking, uh
Its still Amiri for the denim
I bet I send em to heaven (Woo)
They take advantage if you let em (Nah), uh
Blue dot, stalking (Stalking)
I like my white opps blue, uh (Woo, woo)
K with it, K with it
Cause I got some black opps too (Baow)
Walk in, walk out (Grrt, baow)
What the fuck is all the talk bout? (Uh)
I bet I shake up the room (Woo)
Get straight passion (Theres a whole lotta passion)
Zip em up, bag em (Uh)
Louis V, Louis V, Louis V
SP, suvy (Grr, baow)
I bet he make a movie (Woo, woo)
I bet he clap your kufi (Woo)
K with it
Niggas know that we dont play with it (Grrt)
I make a action movie
Raining, pouring (Rrr)
Say the wrong thing and we on em
Three stripes, chalk em (Grrt)
Lightning, thunder
And bro just beat a body
They tried to give him a quarter
Earthquake, cordless (Grrt, baow)
Pop Smoke, gorgeous
Im a gentleman and gangster, double G
Niggas know theres only one of me (Uh)
Big .38 gon hawk em (Woo)
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