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O.T. Genasis - Everybody Mad | Lyrics:
Yeah
They ain't gon' like you
They ain't gon' like me
I be getting to the money, everybody mad
I think I'm getting too much money, everybody mad
The same old nigga from the block
The same old nigga with the pot
The same old nigga from the trap
Everybody hated on him, then he bounced right back
I done spent a whole lotta time overseas
Doublin' my money 'cause you I want cheese
I been in my hometown playin' with the keys
When they fell off the boat, yeah I'm talking 'bout Belize
I know it's a whole lotta niggas that was hatin'
I know it's a whole lotta bitches that was taken
So I shut them niggas up, bitches feelin' us
Always knew that I was sick, so I had to stay patient
Takin' over summer nigga, tell me what's the bid?
Heard you still cuffin', nigga tell me what it is?
You ain't payin' no bills, buyin' no bags, buyin' no heels
God damn let a bitch live
All I see is 20's, 50's, 100's
If it ain't quarter mil', fuck the whip I don't want it
'Bout to make these niggas sick to they stomach
I be getting to the money, everybody mad
I think I'm getting too much money, everybody mad
The same old nigga from the block
The same old nigga with the pot
The same old nigga from the trap
Everybody hated on him, then he bounced right back
She was acting stingy, now she wanna give it up
Fast life, O.T. I'ma live it up
Now my ex girl tryna make me jealous 'cause she got a new nigga
She don't know that I don't give a fuck
I got me a deal but I'm still in the street
Heard a couple niggas talkin', let the guy be
They forgot sesame teriyaki sauce with the rice on the side
Swear these pussy niggas sweet
I got all this money on my motherfuckin' mind
Diamonds in my dial, I can't even see the time
All my niggas pull up, please don't ever bend the line
And they super extra when them niggas off the line
All I know is Bloods, Crips, Pirus
I'm a West Side nigga don't get it fucked up
Niggas sick 'cause they thought I lucked up
I be getting to the money, everybody mad
I think I'm getting too much money, everybody mad
The same old nigga from the block
The same old nigga with the pot
The same old nigga from the trap
Everybody hated on him, then he bounced right back
I be getting to the money, everybody mad
I think I'm getting too much money, everybody mad
The same old nigga from the block
The same old nigga with the pot
The same old nigga from the trap
Everybody hated on him, then he bounced right back
#otgenasis #everybodymad #hiphop #lyrics
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O.T. Genasis - Everybody Mad | Lyrics:
Yeah
They ain't gon' like you
They ain't gon' like me
I be getting to the money, everybody mad
I think I'm getting too much money, everybody mad
The same old nigga from the block
The same old nigga with the pot
The same old nigga from the trap
Everybody hated on him, then he bounced right back
I done spent a whole lotta time overseas
Doublin' my money 'cause you I want cheese
I been in my hometown playin' with the keys
When they fell off the boat, yeah I'm talking 'bout Belize
I know it's a whole lotta niggas that was hatin'
I know it's a whole lotta bitches that was taken
So I shut them niggas up, bitches feelin' us
Always knew that I was sick, so I had to stay patient
Takin' over summer nigga, tell me what's the bid?
Heard you still cuffin', nigga tell me what it is?
You ain't payin' no bills, buyin' no bags, buyin' no heels
God damn let a bitch live
All I see is 20's, 50's, 100's
If it ain't quarter mil', fuck the whip I don't want it
'Bout to make these niggas sick to they stomach
I be getting to the money, everybody mad
I think I'm getting too much money, everybody mad
The same old nigga from the block
The same old nigga with the pot
The same old nigga from the trap
Everybody hated on him, then he bounced right back
She was acting stingy, now she wanna give it up
Fast life, O.T. I'ma live it up
Now my ex girl tryna make me jealous 'cause she got a new nigga
She don't know that I don't give a fuck
I got me a deal but I'm still in the street
Heard a couple niggas talkin', let the guy be
They forgot sesame teriyaki sauce with the rice on the side
Swear these pussy niggas sweet
I got all this money on my motherfuckin' mind
Diamonds in my dial, I can't even see the time
All my niggas pull up, please don't ever bend the line
And they super extra when them niggas off the line
All I know is Bloods, Crips, Pirus
I'm a West Side nigga don't get it fucked up
Niggas sick 'cause they thought I lucked up
I be getting to the money, everybody mad
I think I'm getting too much money, everybody mad
The same old nigga from the block
The same old nigga with the pot
The same old nigga from the trap
Everybody hated on him, then he bounced right back
I be getting to the money, everybody mad
I think I'm getting too much money, everybody mad
The same old nigga from the block
The same old nigga with the pot
The same old nigga from the trap
Everybody hated on him, then he bounced right back
#otgenasis #everybodymad #hiphop #lyrics
![Megan Thee Stallion - Budget (feat. Latto) | Lyrics
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Megan Thee Stallion - Budget (feat. Latto) | Lyrics:
[Intro]
Mano
Ayy
OG Parker
[Chorus: Megan Thee Stallion]
Easy does it
These bitches aint bussin shit, these bitches busted (Hey, yeah, busted)
You know this box is like my watch, this shit flooded (Yeah, yeah, ah, flooded)
Whats the price? These bitches want it, tell em, Up it (Hey, hey, up it)
Without the money, I dont budge, whats the budget? (Yeah, yeah, budget)
You niggas gotta be on something, whats the substance? (Hey, hey, yeah)
You hoes brokе, get the cane, gеt the crutches (Yeah)
I give em face, give em body, give em luscious (Hey, hey, ah)
Whats the price? Up it (Yeah, ah)
[Verse 1: Megan Thee Stallion]
I dont even know how Im getting through the airport, packin round all this heat (Hey, hey, yeah, packin round all this heat)
I like my hair to my ass and I like my niggas down on they knees (Hey, yeah)
Yall hoes getting rolled like a chauffeur
Fucking for cool points, nothing to show for it (Yeah, yeah)
He want a rider but aint bought a car, how you expect me to show up?
Only man I chase been dead for a long time, face on the front of this paper, ayy (Yeah, yeah)
This pussy bougie, this pussy choosey, pussy dont do no favors
Every time I peep hoes moving like me, I gotta switch it up
But the shit dont never hit quite like this cause your budget aint big enough
[Chorus: Megan Thee Stallion and Latto]
Ayy (Ah), easy does it (Yeah)
These bitches aint bussin shit, these bitches busted (Hey, yeah, busted)
You know this box is like my watch, this shit flooded (Yeah, yeah, ah, flooded)
Whats the price? These bitches want it, tell em, Up it (Hey, hey, up it)
Without the money, I dont budge, whats the budget? (Yeah, yeah, budget)
You niggas gotta be on something, whats the substance? (Hey, hey, yeah)
You hoes broke, get the cane, get the crutches (Yeah)
I give em face, give em body, give em luscious (Hey, hey, ah)
Whats the price? Up it (Latto, yeah, ah)
[Verse 2: Latto]
Latto dont do budgets (Budgets)
Talk shit like Joe Budden
Trips yall cant pronounce, big jets to Phuket, Im like, Fuck it
Been that bitch, aint no discussion (Yeah)
Big drum, no percussion (Brrt)
Back up bitch, you buggin
Beat a ho face, dont need no brushes
Double Ds in my brassiere (Yeah)
Face is top tier
First to watch my story but dont like me, bitches weird
Known to stand on all my business
I dont walk around with tension (Yeah)
If you gotta make fake pages to say it, thats mental illness
[Chorus: Megan Thee Stallion]
Ayy, easy does it (Yeah)
These bitches aint bussin shit, these bitches busted (Hey, yeah, busted)
You know this box is like my watch, this shit flooded (Yeah, yeah, ah, flooded)
Whats the price? These bitches want it, tell em, Up it (Hey, hey, up it)
Without the money, I dont budge, whats the budget? (Yeah, yeah, budget)
You niggas gotta be on something, whats the substance? (Hey, hey, yeah)
You hoes broke, get the cane, get the crutches (Yeah)
I give em face, give em body, give em luscious (Hey, hey, ah)
Whats the price? Up it (Yeah, ah)
[Verse 3: Megan Thee Stallion]
Ayy, bitch, Im up and my bag right (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Pussy and my abs tight (Abs tight)
Always going up on my fee like a gas price (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
On these bitches throats til they get red-eye like the last flight
Way I dog these niggas, had to be one in my past life
Ayy, baby, without my name these niggas nothin, they should thank me
Im a gangster but Im such a fuckin lady (Lady)
In the mirror and its clear why they hate me
Up the price, pay me
[Chorus: Megan Thee Stallion]
Ayy, easy does it (Yeah)
These bitches aint bussin shit, these bitches busted (Hey, yeah, busted)
You know this box is like my watch, this shit flooded (Yeah, yeah, ah, flooded)
Whats the price? These bitches want it, tell em, Up it (Hey, hey, up it)
Without the money, I dont budge, whats the budget? (Yeah, yeah, budget)
You niggas gotta be on something, whats the substance? (Hey, hey, yeah)
You hoes broke, get the cane, get the crutches (Yeah)
I give em face, give em body, give em luscious (Hey, hey, ah)
Whats the price? Up it (Yeah, ah)
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![Lil Uzi Vert - XO TOUR Llif3 | Lyrics
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Lil Uzi Vert - XO Tour Llif3 (she say youre the worst) | Lyrics
[Intro]
Are you alright?
Im alright, Im quite alright
And my moneys right
8… (Yeah)
Countin them bands
All way to the top til they be fallin over
(Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Countin them bands
On my way to the top til we fallin over
[Chorus]
I dont really care if you cry
On the real, you shoulda never lied
Shoulda saw the way she looked me in my eyes
She said, Baby, I am not afraid to die
Push me to the edge
All my friends are dead
Push me to the edge
All my friends are dead
Push me to the edge
All my friends are dead
Push me to the edge
[Verse 1]
Phantom thats all red, inside all white
Like somethin you ride a sled down, I just want that head
My Brittany got mad, Im barely her man now
Everybody got the same swag now
Watch the way that I tear it down
Stackin my bands all the way to the top
All the way til my bands fallin over
Every time that you leave your spot
Your girlfriend call me like, Come on over!
I like the way that she treat me
Gon leave you, wont leave me, I call it that Casanova
She say Im insane, yeah
Wanna blow my brain out (Hey)
Xanny, help the pain, yeah
Please, Xanny, make it go away
Im committed, not addicted, but it keep control of me
All the pain, now I cant feel it
I swear that its slowin me, yeah
[Chorus]
I dont really care if you cry
On the real, you shoulda never lied
Saw the way she looked me in my eyes
She said, I am not afraid to die (Yeah)
All my friends are dead
Push me to the edge (Yeah)
All my friends are dead, yeah, ooh
Push me to the edge
All my friends are dead, yeah
All my friends are dead, yeah
[Verse 2]
That is not your swag, I swear you fakin
Now these niggas wanna take my cadence (Yeah)
Rain on em, thunderstorm, rain on em (Ooh, yeah)
Make some, lil nigga, take some (Yeh, yeh)
Fast car, NASCAR, race on em
In the club, aint got no ones, then we would beg them
Clothes from overseas, got the racks and they all C-Notes
You is not a G though
Lookin at you stackin all your money, it all green though
I was countin that and these all twenties, thats a G-roll
[Bridge]
She say, Youre the worst, youre the worst
I cannot die because this my universe
[Chorus]
I dont really care if you cry
On the real, you shoulda never lied
Shoulda saw the way she looked me in my eyes
She said, Baby, I am not afraid to die
Push me to the edge
All my friends are dead
Push me to the edge
All my friends are dead
Push me to the edge
All my friends are dead
Push me to the edge
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![Luhh Dyl - South Beach | Lyrics
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Luhh Dyl - South Beach | Lyrics:
[Intro]
Uh, uh, uh
Hey, hey, hey, hey, gang, gang, gang
Gang
Tch, slow down
What we on?
Uh-uh, tch, yeah (Zstunnaa)
I say
[Pre-Chorus]
Money, power, respect, uh-huh, after that you get the check
Lock in with me, Ill teach you the jwet
Bad bitch tryna eat the chain off my neck, shit, I guess you could say diamonds will make her wet
Shit, I guess you could say that I play for the Nets cause the way I been ballin
I aint bust no sweats, I just go put that call in and niggas get stre—
[Chorus]
Yeah (Phew), wake up and touch ten and I aint even stretched
Lam truck on South Beach with— huh, onе time
Lam truck on South Beach with hoes in thе back
Dont pat me down, know I brought two straps
I aint even touch my advance, thats facts
Ten somethin thousand for my voice on the track
When you get feats for that, you aint gotta touch that
[Verse]
Huh, huh, Im back and Im better than ever, Im blowin this money tryna make it feel better
Bought bitch a car, got me feelin like Ellen, I mean like Mase, shit, I mean like Oprah
I mean like today, tap in, shit goin
We can make life-changin money, okay? Just bring me a bank and just pray Im close, huh
You got ten shots on you, no foldin, life is a gamble, you rockin the Rollie
Fake-ass chain, round up, cant go in, flickin up, move to the left for me, brodie
You watch your mouth, get strep throat speak on Kobe
You watch your step, step into my shoes, I just bought these
All the kids curious to what this shit cost me
Growin up, I used to share the block with dope fiends, tuh
Mama had warned me bout those things, she couldnt stop me, I dove in four feet, huh
It was me and bro nem stolies, do it by ourself, we aint have to come four deep, huh
I was that dirty lil nigga who aint have shit to eat, now I stack on floor seats, huh
Nigga, we is not that cool cause we had school, stop tellin hoes you know me (Lame)
[Pre-Chorus]
Money, power, respect, uh-huh, after that you get the check
Lock in with me, Ill teach you the jwet
Bad bitch tryna eat the chain off my neck, shit, I guess you could say diamonds will make her wet
Shit, I guess you could say that I play for the Nets cause the way I been ballin
I aint bust no sweats, I just go put that call in and niggas get stre—
[Chorus]
Yeah (Phew), wake up and touch ten and I aint even stretched
Lam truck on South Beach with— huh, one time
Lam truck on South Beach with hoes in the back
Dont pat me down, know I brought two straps
I aint even touch my advance, thats facts
Ten somethin thousand for my voice on the track
When you get feats for that, you aint gotta touch that
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![Pooh Shiesty - FDO | Lyrics
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Pooh Shiesty - FDO | Lyrics:
[Intro]
(Once again, Im locked in with TP, we finna make a hit)
Pussy nigga, blrrrd, ayy
[Verse]
FDO, FTF, first day out, bitch, fuck the feds
Walked out the jail, I saw six foreigns, I just got out the bunk bed
Three million cash, cant fit in my hands, then sit some on my head
Bae, come put that pussy on me, bitch, Im fresh from out the feds (On God)
I say fresh from out the feds, baby, come put that pussy on me (Put that pussy on me)
Turnt as fuck in the strip club, ran out of ones, started throwin hundreds
Nigga, I cant fumble shit, the whole world been waitin on it (Yup)
Tucked that knife all way to R&D, gave it to my lil homie, nigga (Lets go)
Aint no more Mufasa, Mr. Goldman, I catch jets to Johnny (Yup)
Aint no more outfits from Southland Mall, this setup made in London (Yup)
Couple hoes jumped off my bid, majority waited on me (Fuck em)
She just actin faithful to you til I get home, trust me, homie (I stamp that)
Feel impatient, I might do a demonstration off GP (This one here on me)
I aint shot nothin in like four years, I aint sent a hit in three (On GP)
Dont let Durk verse go to your head, aint nobody slime as me (I stamp that)
Im the one from round the corner where they snaked Martin Luther King (Yup)
Extra aggressive out in traffic cause Hank aint in the backseat (Free Hank)
Everywhere I go, its cars trailin cause Reckless aint drivin me (Long live the gang)
I get mad when I look around and my members aint where they posed to be
A whole war goin on, Im stuck in the cage, it drove me crazy
(Did that time, Shiesty, stay out the way)
30, pass me that Drac (Blrrrd)
(Say fuck the hood, Memphis aint no good)
Get your bitch ass out my face (Blrrrd)
Unfortunately, Im CEO and the top shooter for my gang
My grandma told me keep my grass low, the whole time, Im the snake (A slime)
Smelled his plot from like three miles away, he cant outsnake a snake
I aint choose the streets, they chose me, steppin on shit my lane
I aint choose to rap, it chose me, my name held too much weight
Type influence I got where Im from, got Yo Gotti totin a Drac (On God)
When you meet me, you gon get real motivated same day (On God)
Them tear drops played out, go get your favorite bullet on your face (On God)
Do not rap when I am told, I rap when I got shit to say
SF90, Im allergic to Corvettes, fuck a C8 (Lil nigga)
This an F8, not a C8, nigga, Mansory edition
In the May-May, oh my God, what-happened-to-Virgil edition (That Maybach)
In the Wray-Wray, widebody, Cullinan, Black Badge edition (That Rolls-Royce)
In the same Scat Pack since I left, that mean you stuck, lil nigga (Yup)
We all on a race to the top, these niggas stuck, cant get no bigger (Say what?)
I got richer while in jail, locked in the feds outdoin niggas (On God)
Now my watch got on a watch, my chain got more chains than you niggas
Aint no such thing as real niggas, but Im damn sure aint counterfeit (I aint fakin this shit)
Hid ten Ms in the bank, then went fed, got penitentiary rich (Im still filthy rich)
Orderin Ferraris off a jail call, Im real rich
Make sure she cover my name up if you plan on keepin the bitch (Fuck her)
I signed a deal, then went to jail, they aint even seen me pop my shit (On gang)
Im just now buyin a chain that say my name, I been bullshittin
My niggas died while in chains, get-back gang, Im right back for revenge (Gang, on gang)
Ayy, Im just way more colder, every eight hours, Im changin fits (What?)
Every seven, I change the bitch (What?), nothin but foreigns when we change lanes (Blrrrd)
Hood poet, all these jewels I drop, how you aint make a chain? (Goofy)
He aint dead, but I got niggas in the feds smokin Lil Wayne (Big Tunechi)
Soon I see my Memphis homies, ayy, man, say, man (What up?)
I had nine Ms to my name, makin chi-chis out Shabangs
Reorganized my whole gang, on Sundays, we work on our aim (On God)
And every month on the thirteenth, Im boppin out with a new chain
I heard street niggas gettin tummy tucks, told you these rappers lame (Man, these niggas gay)
In my cell, I did a thousand burpees, I toned up my frame (Thousand of em straight)
Fitted suit on, fitted cap turned backwards, Richard Millie plain (Patek plain jane)
Them steppers who got him served, they wasnt doin it for lil Saint
See, my daddy my first co-D, jumped in the streets, he showed me lanes (Them facts)
Your daddy a killer, but you aint, you just like Bronny James (Facts)
I asked her where she want my kids, she told me grab the brush and paint
So I aimed right at her forehead and tried to spell out my name (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
[Cont.]
[Outro]
Rooster-ass nigga
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![Ty Dolla $ign, Bryce Akalai - Blasé (Bryce Akalai Remix) | Lyrics
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Ty Dolla $ign, Bryce Akalai - Blasé (Bryce Akalai Remix) | Lyrics:
[Intro: Future]
Yeah
Blasé
You know whats going on, yeah
Blasé
(Cut it up)
[Chorus: Future & Ty Dolla $ign]
Ordered up a hundred rosés, need a Benz like blasé, blasé all day
Whipping Maseratis all day (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
Blasé, blasé every day
Blasé, blasé, blasé, blasé
Ordered up a hundred bottles in the club like blasé, blasé (Cut it up)
Whipping Maserati (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
Ooh, blasé, blasé, blasé, yeah
[Interlude: Future]
Yeah
Over there and over there, okay (Blasé, blasé)
(Cut it up)
[Chorus: Future & Ty Dolla $ign]
Ordered up a hundred rosés, need a Benz like blasé, blasé all day
Whipping Maseratis all day (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
Blasé, blasé every day
Blasé, blasé, blasé, blasé
Ordered up a hundred bottles in the club like blasé, blasé
Whipping Maserati (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
Ooh, blasé, blasé, blasé, yeah (Yeah, yeah)
[Verse: Ty Dolla $ign]
Blasé, blasé, blasé, all I drink is Bombay
When Im with my niggas, Ima drink that Henny
Smoking kush in public, motherfuck the police
I aint scared to die, on the dead homies
Hitting them licks, wh-whipping the bricks
Still with the shit, Im young and Im rich, young and Im rich
I got hoes, nigga, I-I got hoes in different area codes
I think Im Nate Dogg (Yeah)
I started from the ground, Im that nigga now
I stay with the loud, can you hear me now?
And my bitch cold, she a centerfold
Put her on a stand and she never told
[Chorus: Future, Ty Dolla $ign & Slim Jxmmi]
Ordered up a hundred rosés, need a Benz like blasé, blasé all day
Whipping Maseratis all day (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
Blasé, blasé every day
Blasé, blasé, blasé, blasé
Ordered up a hundred bottles in the club like blasé, blasé (Every day)
Whipping Maserati (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, Sremm Life)
Ooh, blasé, blasé, blasé, yeah (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
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