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Nemzzz - KILLIN EM | Lyrics:
Yo, like mine sweet, neat, intelligent
Always tryna ask me if I'm genuine
Chrome Heart 5 on the tee like Bellingham
Skin tone gold and the skin tone cinnamon
Ayy, prince of the scene right now like William
Most man see me and say, "Keep killin' it"
'Rari truck M-way just whippin' it
Told bro stay prayed up, livin' a dangerous life, ayy
She just pissed me off, then gave me the angel eyes, ayy
You got no dough, just sat there tryna get high
You got no dough, so how are you gonna survive?
365, I be on my grind
She one-of-one, she matches me
I'm one of a kind, I think y'all friends
Well good for you, but do as you please
Sometimes I just go back to the hood
That's back to reality
Dark thoughts in my head, I was up all night
Sometimes I can't even sleep
Like mine sweet, neat, intelligent
Always tryna ask me if I'm genuine
Chrome Heart 5 on the tee like Bellingham
Skin tone gold and the skin tone cinnamon
Ayy, prince of the scene right now like William
Most man see me and say, "Keep killin' it"
'Rari truck M-way just whippin' it
Seen y'all texts, it's red like ManU
Miss, you're stuck in my head like Cantu
Want me to tie the knot like Bantu
Pay for your hair and nails, I can do
But I'm on route to the bag, it's near
See me out, they stop and stare
If you're low, then get on your shit
Don't stunt on hoes that don't even care
Like mine sweet, neat, intelligent
Always tryna ask me if I'm genuine
Chrome Heart 5 on the tee like Bellingham
Skin tone gold and the skin tone cinnamon
Ayy, prince of the scene right now like William
Most man see me and say, "Keep killin' it"
'Rari truck M-way just whippin' it
They're used to this
Been gettin' it in, I ain't new to this
Hear that one drivin' her ludicrous
Might just go toss an M on a crib
(Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)
Fillin' my head with stupid shit
This one don't know how to stick to the scrip
Adrenaline rush when I take a risk
(ZEL, this shit crazy)
(VID)
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Nemzzz - KILLIN EM | Lyrics:
Yo, like mine sweet, neat, intelligent
Always tryna ask me if I'm genuine
Chrome Heart 5 on the tee like Bellingham
Skin tone gold and the skin tone cinnamon
Ayy, prince of the scene right now like William
Most man see me and say, "Keep killin' it"
'Rari truck M-way just whippin' it
Told bro stay prayed up, livin' a dangerous life, ayy
She just pissed me off, then gave me the angel eyes, ayy
You got no dough, just sat there tryna get high
You got no dough, so how are you gonna survive?
365, I be on my grind
She one-of-one, she matches me
I'm one of a kind, I think y'all friends
Well good for you, but do as you please
Sometimes I just go back to the hood
That's back to reality
Dark thoughts in my head, I was up all night
Sometimes I can't even sleep
Like mine sweet, neat, intelligent
Always tryna ask me if I'm genuine
Chrome Heart 5 on the tee like Bellingham
Skin tone gold and the skin tone cinnamon
Ayy, prince of the scene right now like William
Most man see me and say, "Keep killin' it"
'Rari truck M-way just whippin' it
Seen y'all texts, it's red like ManU
Miss, you're stuck in my head like Cantu
Want me to tie the knot like Bantu
Pay for your hair and nails, I can do
But I'm on route to the bag, it's near
See me out, they stop and stare
If you're low, then get on your shit
Don't stunt on hoes that don't even care
Like mine sweet, neat, intelligent
Always tryna ask me if I'm genuine
Chrome Heart 5 on the tee like Bellingham
Skin tone gold and the skin tone cinnamon
Ayy, prince of the scene right now like William
Most man see me and say, "Keep killin' it"
'Rari truck M-way just whippin' it
They're used to this
Been gettin' it in, I ain't new to this
Hear that one drivin' her ludicrous
Might just go toss an M on a crib
(Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)
Fillin' my head with stupid shit
This one don't know how to stick to the scrip
Adrenaline rush when I take a risk
(ZEL, this shit crazy)
(VID)
#nemzzz #ukrap #hiphop #lyrics


![Osamason - off that! | Lyrics
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Osamason - off that! | Lyrics:
[Pre-Chorus]
(Woo)
I aint feelin them vibes, all my feelings all gone (Woah, yeah, yeah)
We got too many bitches in this ride, I got Chrome Heart shoes on (Ayy)
Im finna hit his bitch just for starin at me for too long (Yeah, do it)
Im finna hit his bitch just for starin at me for too long (Yeah, do it)
[Chorus]
Im in a big room right now, Im off them shits, ayy (Yeah)
I got too much money on me, Ill off that bitch, ayy (Oh, oh, yeah, bah)
I got too much money on me, Ill off that bitch, ayy (Oh, oh, yeah)
I got too much money on me (Yeah), Ill off that bitch, ayy (Ayy)
[Verse]
Its too bad, I will not fall for that shit, oh (Oh, oh)
I like countin these racks up, Im gon ball for that shit (Racks)
Im in a Bentley truck, that bitch keep curvin, its big, ah (Go)
Im in a Bentley truck, that bitch keep curvin, its big, ah
Im in the back, said Im in the back and Im off of that shit, yeah (Bee)
Im finna send some bullets, my niggas off of that shit, yeah (Go, go)
Im with robbers, killers cause we all hittin licks, yeah (Yeah, yeah)
We get off that shit, lil bitch, we all hittin licks, yeah (Everybody geeked up, bang, bang)
And, lil bitch, I had enough of you, yeah (Oh)
Off my Xans cause I dont got nothin to do, yeah (I got nothin to do)
My team filled up with them guns in the back, yeah (Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)
Pussies not on shit, aint posed to be worryin about, yeah, yeah (Yeah, yeah)
I just fucked some shit up with that cutter (Ayy, ayy, ayy)
I just fucked some shit up with that cutter (Boom, boom, boom)
I just fucked some shit up with that cutter (Bitch)
I just fucked some shit up with that cutter (Yeah)
[Pre-Chorus]
(Woo)
I aint feelin them vibes, all my feelings all gone (Woah, yeah, yeah)
We got too many bitches in this ride, I got Chrome Heart shoes on (Ayy)
Im finna hit his bitch just for starin at me for too long (Yeah, do it)
Im finna hit his bitch just for starin at me for too long (Yeah, do it)
[Chorus]
Im in a big room right now (Yeah), Im off them shits, ayy (Yeah)
I got too much money on me, Ill off that bitch, ayy (Oh, oh, yeah, bee)
I got too much money on me, Ill off that bitch, ayy (Oh, oh, yeah)
I got too much money on me (Yeah), Ill off that bitch, ayy (Ayy)
I got too much money on me, Ill off that bitch, ayy (Oh, oh)
I got too much money on me, Ill off that bitch, ayy (Ayy)
I got too much money on me, Ill off that bitch, ayy (Yeah)
I got too much money on me, Ill off that bitch, ayy (Ayy)
[Outro]
Woo, yeah
Lets dance
Everybody geeked up
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![YG - insecure feat. jid & ab-soul | Lyrics
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YG - insecure feat. jid & ab-soul | Lyrics:
[Intro: YG]
Shit
Where Im from
We grew up thinkin silence make you solid, but it dont
Honesty do
So
Let me honestly tell you motherfuckers the truth
[Verse 1: YG]
Im insecure as fuck, I wanna fuck this slut
But Im scared thinkin how early I might nut
She a ten-plus
If she start moanin when I get up in them guts, Ima tell that bitch, Hush
That moanin gon make me nut quicker
Ooh, you moanin, girl, I fuck with you
Insecure, thats why Im off the liquor
Thats why I pop dick pills when I hit a stripper
Im insecure, Issa Rae
Insecure cause Im from the streets, but wanna change
But fuck that, Ima stay the same
Cause if I change, niggas gon try to play with the name
Insecure, keep my feelings in the dark
Cause fuck bein played, I cant give you my heart
Windows tinted, cant fishbowl with the sharks
Behind it, Im clutchin, ready to spark
[Chorus: YG & JID]
Im insecure
Im insecure as fuck
Im insecure
Im insecure as fuck
Look
Im insecure (Uh)
[Verse 2: JID]
I got to ball with niggas I was on them benches with
I got a call sayin, JID, you really killin shit
Not a fraud, bodyguard how I kick this
Im not as tall, your bitch could tell you where my inches went
Im not involved, put my all into this energy
Rest in piss to my flaws, stand in front of my fears and we face it all
Tryna keep appearances, the image is raw
Gotta be peaceful cause mentally, Ive been in a war
Im insecure with claustrophobia, walls closin in
Wrote a song and it felt like me and God holdin hands
Put my wrongs in my writings, I dont know if I belong
Workin on my self-belief, I always thought that I was strong
And I was taught that as a man, you gotta take one to the chest with a smile even if you fucked up
Keep steppin, as a child
I used to be defensive and deflective, actin out
I guess I was affected indirectly, but for now
I got to get my vision restored, I took a risk and didnt get the reward
Your validation and attention is foreign, no need, its null and void
But Im not for sure, am I immature? Maybe
[Chorus: YG]
Im insecure
Im insecure as fuck
Im insecure
Im insecure as fuck
Im insecure
[Verse 3: Ab-Soul]
Man, you dont even know the half
I mean, its a shame Issa Rae didnt cast me
SJS survivor, lookin peculiar
On my way to sixth grade, you know middle school kids are cruel, all they did was harass me
I aint get bullied or nothin
I was down to take it outside, but all the pretty girlies I wanted was either laughin at me
Or passin me by, leavin me on the far side like it was a joke to get close to me
Yeah, I played it off, held it in well, but I was cryin inside
Its hard bein soft, lot of my homies was supposedly fuckin, I was just jackin off
On allthatass.com, my God
Now Im a famous rapper and I can have any woman I want
Except for the woman I want, body-wise
[Chorus: YG & Ab-Soul]
Im insecure (Solo)
Im insecure as fuck (For sure)
Im insecure (On the real, bro)
Im insecure as fuck (You dont feel me, though)
Im insecure
[Outro: YG]
The Gentlemens Club represents a new era
Im not the same person you knew me to be
Think of this club as a place men go when theyre ready to talk
Talk about things youd never expect us to
Uncomfortable things
Im insecure as fuck
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![Trippie Redd, Young Thug - Paperbag Boy | Lyrics
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Trippie Redd, Young Thug - Paperbag Boy | Lyrics
[Intro: Trippie Redd]
Yeah (southboy), 1400
Yeah
[Chorus: Trippie Redd]
Paper bag boy, rubber band man
Paper bag boy, rubber band man
Im a tycoon, you a damn fan
Suicide doors, I feel alive again (Yeah)
You gon die poor, thats the way it is
You gon die, whore, thats the way it ends (Yeah)
Bitch, its only me, I dont need friends
Im overly T, bitch, I cant comprehend
[Verse 1: Trippie Redd]
He talk down on me, then he met his end
Im capital B, I stomp a fucking ant (Yeah)
Shawty, turn up, get these bands
Real shit, dont miss your chance
Real shit, real shit, real shit (On God)
Get some real deal paper, Im gettin that bag up (Shh)
Im a rеal deal stepper, that .50ll blatt ya
Im with six bad hoеs, blowin dope in the black truck (Yeah)
You a real deal hater with no money, man, back up
[Chorus: Trippie Redd]
Paper bag boy, rubber band man
Paper bag boy, rubber band man
Im a tycoon, you a damn fan
Suicide doors, I feel alive again (Yeah)
You gon die poor, thats the way it is
You gon die, whore, thats the way it ends (Yeah)
Bitch, its only me, I dont need friends
Im overly T, bitch, I cant comprehend
[Verse 2: Young Thug]
Big boss, ho, hope it never end
I go YSL belt, hat, Opium
Layin in a ball player bed, 4 P.M
I done fucked this ho cause Im ballin out the gym
Out of your league, yeah, its your boy, yeah
All my hoes clean, hell yeah, yeah
We dont leave no scene, get them folks, yeah
Foot off the pedal, Im on remote, yeah
Get it every time
She said she tired of me, but she still mine
You had his baby, cant be my kind
She had his baby, but she still fine
Sak Pase, we in Skyami too, we should play tonight
Tryna stop me from bein with you
Nothin else to say, you can tell Im through
Im sittin here waitin on you to be through
Picture my relationship with only you
Realize Im duffle bag boy livin now
What else did she say? Please put me down
[Chorus: Trippie Redd]
Paper bag boy, rubber band man
Paper bag boy, rubber band man
Im a tycoon, you a damn fan
Suicide doors, I feel alive again (Yeah)
You gon die poor, thats the way it is
You gon die, whore, thats the way it ends (Yeah)
Bitch, its only me, I dont need friends
Im overly T, bitch, I cant comprehend
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![Nipsey Hussle, Bino Rideaux - 500 Horses | Lyrics
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Nipsey Hussle, Bino Rideaux - 500 Horses | Lyrics:
[Nipsey Hussle:]
One thing I promise Im going to keep on ballin
Bitch all in her feelings wishing me bad karma
Drop my yellow bone and came back with a tropic
500 horses when we park on slauson
I cant understand how you act all salty
She said I cant understand how you act all cocky
I cant meet you at Delilahs
I cant meet you at Papis
I like my bitches bossed up and my dick sucked sloppy
Italian silk from Versace
Opens went up at Wallies
I made my first million dollars
I aint change my persona
Yeah we came up retarded
Dickie shorts and Impalas
Yellow tape them apartments
Gang enhancement them charges
Cant forget how I started
My success was symbolic
My finesse was iconic
How I glowed up out the darkness
She said I cant understand how you act all cocky
I cant understand how you act all salty
One thing I promise Im gone keep on ballin
Bitch all in her feelings wishing me bad karma
Drop my yellow bone and came back with a tropic
500 horses when we park on Slauson
I cant understand how you act all salty
She said I cant understand how you act all cocky
I cant meet you at Delilahs
Cant meet you at Papis
I like my bitches bossed up and my dick sucked sloppy
[Bino Rideaux:]
I like lil baby how she hold it down she play that shit cool
You aint gon bring at least a hundred thou dont fuck up my mood
Pull up and spray you wit a hundred rounds what the fuck you gon do?
Say you aint tryna get the money now, when the fuck you gone do it?
I need me a bank
Couple bad bitches
Bussing up Ben Franklins
I aint give da shit to none of my Niggas we hide da real estate or on my lawyer
On the set on the block with it on The hood on the day up there
It be hard to talk to God
Pray my nigga good when he go up there
Aint no love for the weak
You aint thuggin like me
I got money on me
Im a selfish individual
But I aint gone eat, if my brother dont eat
Im a nigga that lost alot but
I aint gone sleep til Im up on my feet
Ask that lil shawty Im programmed
That shit be irritating
I aint no nigga that liked to post no memes
Im gone handle business baby
Gotta envision they handed us Nothing
Look at what niggas made it
But Im standing up cant be penetrated
Real nigga
[Nipsey Hussle:]
One thing I promise Im gone keep on ballin
Bitch all in her feelings wishing me bad karma
Drop my yellow bone and came back with a tropic
500 horses when we park on slauson
I cant understand how you act all salty
She said I cant understand how you act all cocky
I cant meet you at Delilahs
Cant meet you at Papis
I like my bitches bossed up and my dick sucked sloppy
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