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♫ Pop Smoke, Chris Brown - Woo Baby
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◼️Lyrics: Pop Smoke, Chris Brown - Woo Baby
[Intro: Pop Smoke]
Huh?
[Chorus: Pop Smoke]
I like my yummy yellow (Yellow)
And that ass feel like Jell-O (Jell-O)
Shorty lightskin and tatted (Tatted)
Ass fat, so I grabbed it (Grabbed it)
I gave her this dick and I lasted (Lasted)
No rubber, no plastic (No plastic)
You know how to get right, mama (Mama)
I gotta get my baby (My baby)
[Verse 1: Chris Brown, Pop Smoke]
She know my worth (Worth)
Kissin' on my jewels, fuck a nigga out his shirt
No time for holdin' hands, she holdin' my worth
Baby, pop that pussy and everything but a Perc'
I'm lovin' her good, makin' sure she never hurt (Hurt)
She lickin' my wood, never too classy to slurp (Oh)
Look me in my eyes when you tell me that it's mine
Told her I'm too playa, I can't fall for the lies
I know, baby (Baby)
That you a bad lil' somethin' and that ass, it drive me crazy (Drives me crazy, huh?)
And I swear that nothin' else faze me
[Chorus: Pop Smoke & Chris Brown, Pop Smoke]
I like my yummy yellow (Yellow)
And that ass feel like Jell-O (Jell-O)
Shorty lightskin and tatted (Tatted)
Ass fat, so I grabbed it (Grabbed it)
I gave her this dick and I lasted (Lasted)
No rubber, no plastic (No plastic)
You know how to get right, mama (Mama)
I gotta get my baby (My baby)
[Verse 2: Pop Smoke]
It's Pop Smoke (Pop Smoke), she know my worth (My worth)
Young flossy nigga, she know I'm in my Birk' (My Birk')
She zippin' down my pants, I'm takin' off her shirt (Her shirt)
Kissin' on my neck (My neck), liftin' up her skirt (Her skirt)
I'm fuckin' her good, makin' sure she cum first (Cum first)
I had to get it in before she went to work (Oh)
All I need is weed and Henny (Henny)
No chaser (No chaser)
Can't nobody replace her (No)
[Verse 3: Chris Brown]
I like it when she make me miss her
She make it stand up like a missile every time that I kiss her
You know it's the thighs for me
White toes, sundress, make you cry for me
Ooh, get you wet, wet, wet
Ooh, bend your back like that
Ooh, baby, just like that
Didn't know you could shake that ass like that
[Chorus: Pop Smoke & Chris Brown, Pop Smoke, Chris Brown]
I like my yummy yellow (Yellow, woah)
And that ass feel like Jell-O (Jell-O)
Shorty lightskin and tatted (Oh, tatted)
Ass fat, so I grabbed it (Oh-woah, oh, grabbed it)
I gave her this dick and I lasted (I lasted)
No rubber, no plastic (No plastic, no rubber)
You know how to get right, mama (Get right, mama)
I gotta get my baby (My baby)
[Outro: Pop Smoke]
So yeah, my lady, my baby
No, no, no
Woo back, baby
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♫ Pop Smoke, Chris Brown - Woo Baby
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◼️Lyrics: Pop Smoke, Chris Brown - Woo Baby
[Intro: Pop Smoke]
Huh?
[Chorus: Pop Smoke]
I like my yummy yellow (Yellow)
And that ass feel like Jell-O (Jell-O)
Shorty lightskin and tatted (Tatted)
Ass fat, so I grabbed it (Grabbed it)
I gave her this dick and I lasted (Lasted)
No rubber, no plastic (No plastic)
You know how to get right, mama (Mama)
I gotta get my baby (My baby)
[Verse 1: Chris Brown, Pop Smoke]
She know my worth (Worth)
Kissin' on my jewels, fuck a nigga out his shirt
No time for holdin' hands, she holdin' my worth
Baby, pop that pussy and everything but a Perc'
I'm lovin' her good, makin' sure she never hurt (Hurt)
She lickin' my wood, never too classy to slurp (Oh)
Look me in my eyes when you tell me that it's mine
Told her I'm too playa, I can't fall for the lies
I know, baby (Baby)
That you a bad lil' somethin' and that ass, it drive me crazy (Drives me crazy, huh?)
And I swear that nothin' else faze me
[Chorus: Pop Smoke & Chris Brown, Pop Smoke]
I like my yummy yellow (Yellow)
And that ass feel like Jell-O (Jell-O)
Shorty lightskin and tatted (Tatted)
Ass fat, so I grabbed it (Grabbed it)
I gave her this dick and I lasted (Lasted)
No rubber, no plastic (No plastic)
You know how to get right, mama (Mama)
I gotta get my baby (My baby)
[Verse 2: Pop Smoke]
It's Pop Smoke (Pop Smoke), she know my worth (My worth)
Young flossy nigga, she know I'm in my Birk' (My Birk')
She zippin' down my pants, I'm takin' off her shirt (Her shirt)
Kissin' on my neck (My neck), liftin' up her skirt (Her skirt)
I'm fuckin' her good, makin' sure she cum first (Cum first)
I had to get it in before she went to work (Oh)
All I need is weed and Henny (Henny)
No chaser (No chaser)
Can't nobody replace her (No)
[Verse 3: Chris Brown]
I like it when she make me miss her
She make it stand up like a missile every time that I kiss her
You know it's the thighs for me
White toes, sundress, make you cry for me
Ooh, get you wet, wet, wet
Ooh, bend your back like that
Ooh, baby, just like that
Didn't know you could shake that ass like that
[Chorus: Pop Smoke & Chris Brown, Pop Smoke, Chris Brown]
I like my yummy yellow (Yellow, woah)
And that ass feel like Jell-O (Jell-O)
Shorty lightskin and tatted (Oh, tatted)
Ass fat, so I grabbed it (Oh-woah, oh, grabbed it)
I gave her this dick and I lasted (I lasted)
No rubber, no plastic (No plastic, no rubber)
You know how to get right, mama (Get right, mama)
I gotta get my baby (My baby)
[Outro: Pop Smoke]
So yeah, my lady, my baby
No, no, no
Woo back, baby
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![J. Cole - Two Six (Lyrics)
♫ J. Cole - Two Six
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◼️Lyrics: J. Cole - Two Six
[Chorus]
Two six niggas wild, bitch
Two six niggas wild, bitch
Two six niggas wild, bitch
Two six niggas wild
Two six niggas wild, bitch
Two six niggas wild, bitch
Two six niggas wild, bitch
Two six niggas—
[Verse 1]
If I wasnt rappin, bitch, I might just be the president
Pleas with the beggin, that shit dwindlin your relevance
We know your shit is droppin, we aint coppin what you sellin us
Bitch, you was good in school, why you hidin your intelligence?
I remember when you was gettin As, now you failin us
Playin hard for the white boys that cant tell the diff
Caught a lot of bodies, so my closet, it got skeletons
Dont believe me? Call your favorite rapper for the evidence
Rolls Royce, please dont sell these rappers no more Cullinans
They unoriginal, and plus I know they dont be budgetin
Come in, boy, Im sonnin them, they know Im really one of them
Two six, lotta screws loose with my bruddanem
He got a speech impediment from choppers he be cuddlin
He say he like the way that shit be s-s-s-s-stutterin
When Im in the city, bitches screamin out my government
When Im in the city, bitches screamin— (Jermaine, ayy-ayy)
Outcast, I was never cast out
Im a small fish from a pond where they crash out (Ayy-ayy)
Slim odds for a nigga gettin to this cash route
Like a rap bitch goin plat without her ass out (Ayy-ayy)
[Refrain]
When you see your nigga on the boulevard (Ayy-ayy)
Roll your window down, holler from afar (Ayy-ayy)
If you spot a Ville nigga, lock your car (Ayy-ayy)
Its a real good chance hes a—
[Chorus]
Two six niggas wild, bitch
Two six niggas wild, bitch
Two six niggas wild, bitch
Two six niggas wild
Two six niggas wild, bitch
Two six niggas wild, bitch
Two six niggas wild, bitch
Two six niggas wild
[Verse 2]
Bitch, I be low on purpose, big hoodie, double XL
Niggas be sayin Im humble as hell, not knowin Im bougie
I got standards, nigga, I damn near cant even stay at the manor, nigga
That shit feel old to me, my cribs, they never get sold to me
Them bitches get built for me
Like cheerleaders, Im steppin on these niggas skillfully
And I dont want em to kill for me, and I dont want nobody gettin killed for me
Nigga, that shit lame, then again, I guess thats your lane
In the nineties it was crack cocaine, nowadays its clout and fame
Niggas is gassed, goin viral off hate and shit a disgrace
Yall aint even gettin no bags
Yall call em bags, but my type of bags, they cant even fit in the back
Im the future of this rap shit, nigga, fuck everything that I did in the past
Im blowin it out the water, if the times get hard, I just go harder, nigga
[Chorus]
Two six niggas wild, bitch
Two six niggas wild, bitch (I said I just go harder, nigga)
Two six niggas wild, bitch
Two six niggas wild
Two six niggas wild, bitch
Two six niggas wild, bitch
Two six niggas wild, bitch
Two six niggas wild (Ayy-ayy)
[Refrain]
When you see your nigga on the boulevard (Ayy-ayy)
Roll your window down, holler from afar (Ayy-ayy)
If you spot a Ville nigga, lock your car (Ayy-ayy)
Its a real good chance hes a dawg (Ayy-ayy)
[Outro]
The sky was covered by clouds like the color of the smoke
I couldnt see the Sun, I couldnt see the Sun
But I come to a glimmer of hope
A thousand miles from Heaven and a block away from the slums
Adjacent to the hood just like the pointer is to the thumb
Some days I had to use em both for pickin up them crumbs
To place upon my tongue knowin the hunger would not numb
Be careful of the devil and the melodies you hum
Smilin, goin viral while infectin all of the young
I was lost back then, I was blind, deaf, and dumb, huh
But I knew Id find me a way
Fell off and fell on my face
But I knew Id find a way
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![Shallipopi - Like That (bomboclatt) (Lyrics) ft. Wizkid
♫ Shallipopi - Like That (bomboclatt) (feat. Wizkid)
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◼️Lyrics:
[Intro: Shallipopi]
Seh
Shalli-fucking-popi, the president of Pluto
Way, only one Pluto presido, they call me Shallipopi
Seh, seh
Seh
Seh, seh, seh (Way)
[Verse 1: Shallipopi]
Dont act smart, bitch, I aint acting
I baptise like I be John the Baptist
Praying like I be a motherfucking Praying Mantis
Swear, I need to see it and your hands go to work (Clear)
Babe, make you shake, make that ass go to work (Ehn?)
Never, ever late, me, I gotta go to work
My position high pass that General
Presidential, I be fly Federal
Hands on your neck, left hand on your pant
I no go shift am twicе, if I dont shift am oncе
Tell me, littlе mami, will you give mе what I want?
Say less, let me get your contact
If you know me, everywhere shut down
If you notice, na we dey run town
Everybody hate Shalli, no substance
Everybody hating is a Bomboclaat
[Chorus: Shallipopi & Wizkid]
Why you like that? Aunty, why are you like that?
Dont stress me, I dont really like that
Gentle like Jack, she dey worry like mad
No worry bout me, since day one, me, I bad
Why you like that? Aunty, why are you like that?
Sex and turn, she dey really break back
Mainland girl, she dey reason FESTAC
No stress me, aunty don get attack, tack, tack
Why you like that?
Aunty, why are you like that? That, that
Why you like that?
Aunty, why are you like that? That, that
Why you like that?
Aunty, why are you like that? That, that
Why you like that?
Aunty, why are you like that? (Yeah, yeah)
[Verse 2: Wizkid]
Na we dey pack am normally
See the gbedu I dey give them normally
Big Wiz getting bigger, normally
Everyday, we dey turn up, normally
Yeah, yeah, yeah, normally
Sexy ladies wanna linger, normally
The money getting longer, normally
Big Wiz, big Santa
Yeah, body dey gbim-gbim-gbim-gbim-gbim
She want the ting, ting, ting, ting, ting
Money dey fling, fling, fling, fling, fling
I no dey think, think, think, think, think
Yeah, body dey gbim-gbim-gbim-gbim-gbim
She want the ting, ting, ting, ting, ting
Money dey fling, fling, fling, fling, fling
I no dey think, think, think, think, think
[Verse 3: Shallipopi]
Verse two
After part one, na part two (Ehn?)
Biggest baller, me I ball pass Lukaku (Way)
Street OT, you no fit see me kaku (Way)
Got ten thousand minute too, all on my tattoo (Tattoo)
Them dey call me their uncle
Na me dey gbe body, yeah, like a zanku (Ehn?)
Na me dey sponsor my bitch with a first-class ticket
Chase the money like uncle, nigga
Way, uncle Shalli, Shalli
Small body wey dey on full steeze
Uncle Shalli, Shalli
Shutting down shows from west to east, ah
Uncle Shalli, Shalli
Spit fire like a dragon, feel the heat, way
Uncle Shalli, Shalli
Hot boy, lowkey, wey dey chase cookies (Confirm)
[Chorus: Shallipopi]
Why you like that?
Aunty, why are you like that?
Dont stress me, I dont really like that
Gentle like Jack, she dey worry like mad
No worry bout me, since day one, me, I bad
Why you like that?
Aunty, why are you like that?
Sex and turn, she dey really break back
Mainland girl, she dey reason FESTAC
No stress me, aunty don get attack, tack, tack
Why you like that?
Aunty, why are you like that? That, that
Why you like that?
Aunty, why are you like that? That, that
Why you like that?
Aunty, why are you like that? That, that
Why you like that?
Aunty, why are you like that? (Way)
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![Joey Valence & Brae - push the pipe (Lyrics)
♫ Joey Valence & Brae - push the pipe
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◼️Lyrics: Joey Valence & Brae - push the pipe
[Intro: Funkmaster Flex, Brae]
New York City, you listen to me
If youre near a convenience store right now
Go into the store right now, and put your hand in the cash register for no reason
Their money is your money, as of right now
(Uh)
(JVB, sucka)
[Verse 1: Joey Valence]
Feelin like Im liberated
Call my momma up-up, and tell her I made it
You can call it tough luck, but youll only hate it
This for all the pretty girls I went and dated
Ive been goin so fast throughout my life
Tryin to hit that gas and push the pipe
Tryin to slow it down before I lose the light
Is this the only way I can do it right?
[Verse 2: Joey Valence]
Fiend on the mic, I turn into a savage
Im a fuckin Blue-Eyes White Dragon (Go, go)
I got a girl locked down and I trust her
You rappers aint got a clue, Colonel Mustard
Its Hooligang, you bitches lame
I got a lot of wham
We run the game
Dont want the fame
Yeah, just for all the kids who wanna be somethin
Yeah, go and make some shit that means somethin
[Chorus: Brae, Joey Valence]
Stop, watch me roll, roll
Stop, watch me roll, roll
Stop, watch me roll, roll
Stop (Push the pipe, pu–push the pipe)
[Verse 3: Brae]
Bought a Bimmer off the showroom floor
Cash check, 50K out the door
Im rockin polo jammies, motherfuck a Grammy
She got a demon head logo on her panties
Watch your mouth, karmas a real bitch
Klarna Payments got your credit in a ditch
Hooligang boys, we run the whole room
Green hoodie, gold chain, call me Doctor Doom
[Verse 4: Brae]
My swag is important to me (Oh)
So Filipino, I eat Jollibee
Im not a nurse but I got my degree
I got the M2 but I want an M3
Whoa, we push the pipe, we catchin flights
Platinum flights, we sell out nights, multiple nights
Im on a roll, I gotta go
Dont keep me goin cause Im really bout to blow
[Interlude: Funkmaster Flex]
Their money, your money
Their money is, your money
Their money is, your money
As, as, as, as, as of right now
[Chorus: Brae, Joey Valence]
Stop, watch me roll, roll
Stop, watch me roll, roll
Stop, watch me roll, roll
Stop (Push the pipe, pu–push the pipe)
[Verse 5: Joey Valence]
Yeah, dont go messin with the recipe
Yeah, Kevin Hart, you are just a mini-me, uh
Hit the dance floor and get a jiggy
Yeah, top speed like its a necessity, uh
Lights movin so fast, it cant focus
Been seein double like Im fuckin mitosis
Closest person to me, you cant smoke this
Thrones been open since the goats made Otis
[Verse 6: Brae]
Know this, I would never whip a Ford Focus
I need a Turbo Lotus
I need a Rolls Royce Culli
Sittin on dubbies
Whip game sick like Im stuck in 2020, yo
Id rather be homeless than chrome-less
You got no backbone, you boneless
My paint job sweet like candy
Jolly Rancher blue Bimmer, baby, Im fancy
[Outro: Joey Valence]
(Fancy, fancy, fancy, fancy)
(Fancy, fancy, fancy, fancy, fancy)
Push the pipe, pu– push the pipe
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![Ronshach - SPLURGE (Lyrics)
♫ Ronshach - SPLURGE
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◼️Lyrics: Ronshach - SPLURGE
[Intro]
(Rayzee)
[Chorus]
Told lil baby Ima splurge
Can I hit it for sure? Yeah
She say I gotta splurge
Spend some lil money on her, yeah
Take-take–take her out to eat, whats ya order?
Beat it up and record it
Only if its for life, I might just Christian Dior ya
I might get it, flip it, and pack it, transport it
I might get it, flip it, and pack it, transport it
I might get it, flip it, and pack it, transport it
I might get it, flip it, and pack it, transport it
[Verse 1]
I just want that kitty as bald as Joe Budden
That bitch is crazy as fuck, yeah, she put the tracker on buddy
I whoop everybody ass, you leave if you lucky
Push this bitch like a buggy, I swear this lil shit get ugly
This lil big body, big body, this lil wide body chubby
We can hit bout it, hit bout it, man, this shit would get bloody
She not a gold digger, cause if I havе it, dont mean nothin
She do her trick likе a wizard, even though its little, it still jump
And, and I told her–
[Chorus]
Told lil baby Ima splurge
Can I hit it for sure? Yeah
She say I gotta splurge
Spend some lil money on her, yeah
Take-take–take her out to eat, whats ya order?
Beat it up and record it
Only if its for life, I might just Christian Dior ya
I might get it, flip it, and pack it, transport it
I might get it, flip it, and pack it, transport it
I might get it, flip it, and pack it, transport it
I might get it, flip it, and pack it, transport it
[Verse 2]
And that a nigga be fake, they the epitome
Of bologna, might be a gorilla, nigga, Jumanji
A red dot, it ain’t none to polka dot em
Or punch a knot in it, rock a nigga like Miley
Its silver in the mouth, but a nigga dont got no smiley
And gold lookin like I done pissed or went mining
Walked up in this bitch, Im clean as fuck without no stylist
Told shawty just keep it a buck, just be Giannis
Would you leave a nigga straight up if the boy aint have no wallet?
Tell the truh
I been on the grind, bitch, I been climbing
Ive been trying to find the perfect timing
I was hitting so much rounds, I was gettin drowsy all behind it
I was hitting so much, I was gettin sleepy in that
Punani— I told baby three more hours and Im dying
And Im quick to knuckle up when it aint time to swing that iron
And bitch, you not a Leo, so why the fuck you lyin?
I get the cheese, cheddar, Cheeto— And you quick to change your mind
[Outro]
Told lil baby Ima splurge
Can I hit it, is it for sure?
She say I gotta splurge
Spend some lil money on her, yeah
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![DDG - She Dont Play (Lyrics)
♫ DDG - She Dont Play
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◼️Lyrics:DDG - She Dont Play
[Intro]
(Hitmaka)
She dont really care what niggas say
She dont really care what niggas say, yeah, yeah
(Beezo need cash only, you dig?)
(OG Parker)
[Chorus]
Baby, tell me whats the move (Move)
Got a Louis bag but I can tell it aint from dude (Dude)
Chasin dollar signs and you can tell that she dont play
She dont really care what niggas say, yeah, yeah
Gucci on her boots (Yeah)
Landed in Miami, I just seen her in a coupe
Chasin dollar signs and you can tell that she dont play
She dont really care what niggas say, yeah, yeah (Yeah, yeah)
[Verse 1]
She the definition of a bad bitch (Bad)
Hair done, nails donе with the lashes
Every nigga in thе club wanna smash it
Last nigga she let hit barely lasted, okay
She dont need a fuckin bae, independent, she can pay
She got niggas in Atlanta, in Miami, in L.A
She got rappers, she got ball players all up in her face
If you fuck up one time with her, you can get replaced (Yeah)
What you know bout her? What you, what you know bout her? (What you know?)
Birkin bag her purse, Birkin, Birkin bag her purse (Yeah)
If you want her, you better spend some cash on her (Yeah)
What you know bout her? What you, what you know bout her?
[Chorus]
Baby, tell me whats the move (Move)
Got a Louis bag but I can tell it aint from dude (Dude)
Chasin dollar signs and you can tell that she dont play
She dont really care what niggas say, yeah, yeah
Gucci on her boots (Yeah)
Landed in Miami, I just seen her in a coupe (Coupe)
Chasin dollar signs and you can tell that she dont play (Dont play)
She dont really care what niggas say, yeah, yeah (Yeah, yeah)
[Verse 2]
You cant tell her nothin, she got it
Louis on her luggage, she bought it
Diamonds on her neck and she flawless (Damn)
Only get one chance, so be cautious
She got the right to be conceited
I like the way she beat her face, she got on Maybeline (Okay)
She switch it up with Fenty Beauty, she dont even need it (Ooh)
Her ex be blowin up her phone, he shouldve never cheated
Tell that nigga he can beat it
Independent bad bitch and she whip a Benz (Beamer)
You can catch her in the club with her pretty friends
She a motherfuckin dub, nigga, fuck a ten
You dont even need to hit her phone if you aint tryna spend
[Chorus]
Baby, tell me whats the move (Move)
Got a Louis bag but I can tell it aint from dude (Dude)
Chasin dollar signs and you can tell that she dont play (Dont play)
She dont really care what niggas say, yeah, yeah (Yeah, yeah)
Gucci on her boots (Yeah)
Landed in Miami, I just seen her in a coupe (Coupe)
Chasin dollar signs and you can tell that she dont play (Dont play)
She dont really care what niggas say, yeah, yeah (Yeah, yeah)
[Outro]
Uh, oh, yeah
Uh, oh, yeah, yeah
She dont really care what niggas say, yeah, yeah
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![Playboi Carti - Sky (Lyrics)
♫ Playboi Carti - Sky
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◼️Lyrics: Playboi Carti - Sky
[Intro]
What? What? What? What?
Im so high, man, I cant even feel shit
[Chorus]
I told my boy, Go roll like ten blunts for me (What? Roll ten, what?)
I told my boy, Go roll like ten blunts for me (What? What? What? Roll ten)
Im tryna get high til I cant feel nothin (Woah, what? What? What?)
Im tryna get high til I cant feel nothin (Woah, what? What? What? Lets go)
I could fall out the sky and I still wont feel nothin (What? What? What? Slatt, slatt)
I could fall out the sky and I still wont feel nothin (Woah, what? What? What?)
Im way too high (Yeah, what?), woah (High), woah (Yeah)
Im way too high (Yeah, what?), woah, woah (Yeah)
Im way too high (Yeah, what?), woah (Yeah), woah (Yeah)
Im way too high (Yeah, yeah), woah (Yeah), woah (Yeah)
Im way too high (Yeah, woah)
[Verse]
Wake up (Wake up, wake up, woah)
Its the first of the month (Slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt)
I brush my teeth and count up (What? Slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt, woah)
I let my bitch roll my blunt (Woah, slatt, slatt)
Im bout to dirty my cup (Woah, yeah, bitch, woah, woah, what?)
Pour up some lean and get stuck (Pour it up, pour it up, pour it up, what?)
I make her scream when we fuck (Slatt, scrеam, suck it)
I dont drive R8s, I dont like those (Woah, huh, chop it and slidе)
I drive the Daytona and I tinted the windows (Yeah, skrrt)
Cant fuck with nobody (What?), not even my shadow (Yeah, no one)
I got on Ed Hardy (What? What? What? What? What?), she got on stilettos (What?)
She my best friend (What? What?), yeah, we not a couple (What? What?)
She a rockstar (What? What? What?), she a sex symbol (What? What? What? Lets go)
The way she do that shit (What? What? What?), she make it look simple (What? What?)
The way she do that shit (What? What? What?), she make it look simple (What? What?)
Baby, tell me what you wanna do (Yeah, what? Wanna do)
Baby, tell me everybody you screw (Yeah, who? Who? Yeah)
Tell me everybody you took to this room (Who? Who? Who?)
I gotta know who you fuck, fucked in this room (Baby, who? Who?)
I gotta know who you fucked in this room (Yeah, who? Who? Who?)
I gotta know who you fucked in this room (Bih, who?)
Cant trust no bitch (What? Bih, bih), cant trust these niggas (Bih, bih)
Yeah, in love with my money (What? In love with my money), in love with my pistols (In love with that pistol)
In love with my bitch (Love with my bitch), I think she my bitch (I think she my bitch)
I know she suck dick (I know she suck dick, blatt), I know she not shit (I know she not shit, huh, huh)
I been thinkin bout it (Been thinkin bout it, yeah, yeah), finna cut off that bitch (Finna cut off that bitch, what? What?)
She dont cook, she dont clean (Damn, what? What?), but she want Ruth Chris (Slatt, slatt)
I dont even like to hug (To hug, hug), I dont even like to kiss (Slatt, slatt)
I just pat her on the ass (What? What?), and tell her, Good shit (Slatt, what?)
I just walked in my pad (Slatt), paparazzi at the fence (Slatt)
Im bout to pour up some red (Red)
And shawty gon roll up some shit (What? Slatt, slatt, and shawty gon)
And shawty gon roll up some shit (Slatt)
Im bout to pour up some red (What?), and shawty gon roll up some shit (What?)
[Chorus]
I told my boy, Go roll like ten blunts for me (Alright, what?)
I told my boy, Go roll like ten blunts for me (What? What? What?)
Im tryna get high til I cant feel nothin (Woah, what? What? What?)
Im tryna get high til I cant feel nothin (Woah, what? What? Slatt)
I could fall out the sky and I still wont feel nothin (What? What? What? Slatt, slatt)
I could fall out the sky and I still wont feel nothin (Woah, what? Slatt, slatt)
Im way too high (Yeah, what?), woah (Blatt), woah (Yeah)
Im way too high (Yeah, woah), woah, woah, woah (What?)
Im way too high (Yeah, woah), woah, woah, woah (What?)
Im way too high (Yeah, yeah, huh?), woah, woah, woah (What?)
Im way too high (What? What? What?)
[Outro]
What? What? What?
Im so high, man, I cant even feel shit
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![Lil Baby - Real Shit (Lyrics)
♫ Lil Baby - Real Shit
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◼️Lyrics: Lil Baby - Real Shit
[Verse]
Really Atlanta, Im from a zone, right up the street from the Dome (Im from the 4)
Came up gettin our hustle on, livin legend off of strong
Bro still sellin bricks, cant knock his hustle, shit, to each his own
Lot of fake love, they only call you when they need a loan
Bro in the box ready to come home, for now, he livin through a phone (Free the bro)
Told me he aint worried bout no nigga less he can fly a drone
Know them young niggas look up to me, so I cant lead em on
Watchin what I talk about, Im the leader, so I cant tell em wrong
Young crew, they break in cars (Strikers), jack boys they still robbin
G Dawg dem been gone for damn near a dub and they steady mobbin
Shit wasnt always great, I had to wait, I stayed down for my come-up
Every day Im paper chasin, my bank account need another comma
Tryna stay away from the drama, never runnin from my karma
Anything I did, I stand behind it, momma raised a G (What they talkin bout?)
Coward is somethin Ill never be, Hellcat spinnin up the street (Skrrt)
Trackhawk Bulletproof the Jeep, none of this shit aint come with ease
My bitch told me, she wont never leave, now she on another team
Saw my pain, it made me Td, never been a one to grieve (No)
Naked bitches on my feed, I dont like her less she mean
Trust issues, I dont fuck with people (I cant), blame it on the shit I seen (I seen it all)
Had Fannie watchin my food savings while she was pregnant with dude baby (Real shit)
But it wasnt no food savin, whole lotta green shit
Tryna shake my demons, keep callin the lean man
Keep rollin this weed up, I been through some real shit
Come home to the lights off, furniture in the front yard (Eviction)
Had to stay in hotels, daddy wasnt nowhere around
My mama a real gangster, she held it together (She did), no matter the circumstance, yeah
Superstar, fill up the stands, goin for it when I get the chance
Dog shit stay in my pants, in my hand, in my bag
I still got my first advance, showin bro how to buy some land
We gotta make this money last, hate you let them niggas gas you
Gettin rich while I duck the task force, what more can a nigga ask for? (Im blessed)
Belt to ass, we really tap shit, majority of these niggas cappin
Really put it down on Plaza, really put in down on Bridges
Really put it down on Sparks, round my way, Im a livin legend
ROTC, brodem steppin, all the secrets I done kept em
Where them bags at? Ill go get em, bring em back, let brodem sell em
Every day Im fightin the Devil, put that lil bitch on a pedestal
Wont do it again, never, shit gettin real, Im movin careful
Yeah
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![Tommy Richman - BOTHER ME (Lyrics) ft. Brent Faiyaz
♫ Tommy Richman - BOTHER ME (feat. Brent Faiyaz)
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[Intro: Tommy Richman]
Yeah, yeah, yeah (Mm, mm)
[Verse 1: Tommy Richman]
7 a.m., Im still outside and it dont feel right
Ill remember times on Sheraton Drive and I had no price to pay
I was working minimum wage, tryna clean up my act
And the steakhouse didnt feel so safe, hard to heal like that, oh, like that (No)
[Pre-Chorus: Tommy Richman]
Yeah, we dont gotta talk like that, uh (No)
You dont gotta bring me down (No, oh)
Im in my head again (No, oh)
I know Im not around (No)
[Chorus: Tommy Richman]
I was in my head last week (No)
And I want you to bother me (No, oh)
Theres not another me (No, oh)
And thats for bothering me (No)
I was in my head last week (No)
And I want you to bother me (No, oh)
Theres not another me (No, oh)
And thats for bothering me (No)
[Verse 2: Brent Faiyaz]
I remember life before I met ya
Going by what we throw, it looks a whole lot better
Here and now, and youre here right now
I said, Heres your crown, dont let me down
This shit aint no one night stand (No)
I aint no one night man
I got you in my hands and thats been my plan
Theres no turning back (Oh)
I put in time and a half
[Verse 3: Tommy Richman & Brent Faiyaz]
7 a.m., Im still outside and it dont feel right
Ill remember times on Sheraton Drive (Drive) and I had no price to pay
I was working minimum wage, tryna clean up my act (I might)
And the steakhouse didnt feel so safe, its hard to heal like that, oh, like that (Its hard to live like that, No)
[Pre-Chorus: Tommy Richman & Brent Faiyaz]
Yeah, we dont gotta talk like that, uh (No)
You dont gotta bring me down (No, oh)
Im in my head again (No, oh)
I know Im not around (Not around, no)
[Chorus: Tommy Richman & Brent Faiyaz]
I was in my head last week (No)
And I want you to bother me (Dont bother me)
Theres not another me (No, oh)
And thats for bothering me (No)
I was in my head last week (No)
And I want you to bother me (No, oh)
Theres not another me (No, oh)
And thats for bothering me
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