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Pop Smoke - Flexin' (Visualizer)
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Lyrics:
All of our niggas know I be flexin'
I did fifteen on my check-ins
Big Louboutin when I'm steppin'
Thirty-guage for the weapon
All of our niggas know I be flexin'
I did fifteen on my check-ins
Big Louis V for the weapon
We gonna hit him and finish him, nobody innocent
If you ain't dead, better lay down
All the judge give us sentences
View all my menaces
Doin' the holler like "What now?"
Floss through the jungle with niggas who rumble
I aim at your head, we don't spray bare
We don't shoot one or two, we gone boom up the room
Back with the chopper go straight there
See that forty go, we roll a forty clip
I bet I make his ass do forty flips
Touchy, sauce 'em up
Touchy told me sauce 'em up
Fuck Iggy, tell Shady he can suck a dick
Bullets making him Sleepy like Hollow
One in the head if a nigga wanna follow
Niggas only respect you because your brother
Double-punch you when you quote your mother
That's what brothers do for one another
That's the only reason I ain't put you under
The diamonds here make a nigga cry
Lookin' big piggy till that nigga high
I can't, can't trust a bitch 'cause these bitches lie
And that's how I come when my niggas die
Yeah, I'm big on that too
Woo, I put two on the lens, I be flossin'
Many trap where I'm slidin'
My bitches exotic
My hands off the wheel when I'm parking
Jamos told me get the cash
Amiri the denims, don't ask what it cost me
He gave me to the course of VSRK
Let's talk about it if you feel a way
Nigga, I'm with the K
Bitch, 24, don't call me blood
Kick down the door, big one and two
Show no remorse, my designer
Only the score, can't get you out
Bet you a whore for my new guy
Just sit on the floor, I make a call
Bitch and it's warm, gimme the Sprite
I pour a four, pull up these here, I got ten in my jeans
You with me
Watchin' TV
Patek Phillipe
Givenchy tee
I meed a mil', been in these streets
Put it, I'm flawless, come to the East
LOAB, screamin' "Free Ree!"
Gimme some plazas, they went to sleep
So I call the A, free Manny G
All of our niggas know I be flexin'
I did fifteen on my check-ins
Big Louboutin when I'm steppin'
Big thirty-eight for the weapon
All of our niggas know I be flexin'
I did fifteen on my check-ins
Big Louis V for the weapon
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Pop Smoke - Flexin' (Visualizer)
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Lyrics:
All of our niggas know I be flexin'
I did fifteen on my check-ins
Big Louboutin when I'm steppin'
Thirty-guage for the weapon
All of our niggas know I be flexin'
I did fifteen on my check-ins
Big Louis V for the weapon
We gonna hit him and finish him, nobody innocent
If you ain't dead, better lay down
All the judge give us sentences
View all my menaces
Doin' the holler like "What now?"
Floss through the jungle with niggas who rumble
I aim at your head, we don't spray bare
We don't shoot one or two, we gone boom up the room
Back with the chopper go straight there
See that forty go, we roll a forty clip
I bet I make his ass do forty flips
Touchy, sauce 'em up
Touchy told me sauce 'em up
Fuck Iggy, tell Shady he can suck a dick
Bullets making him Sleepy like Hollow
One in the head if a nigga wanna follow
Niggas only respect you because your brother
Double-punch you when you quote your mother
That's what brothers do for one another
That's the only reason I ain't put you under
The diamonds here make a nigga cry
Lookin' big piggy till that nigga high
I can't, can't trust a bitch 'cause these bitches lie
And that's how I come when my niggas die
Yeah, I'm big on that too
Woo, I put two on the lens, I be flossin'
Many trap where I'm slidin'
My bitches exotic
My hands off the wheel when I'm parking
Jamos told me get the cash
Amiri the denims, don't ask what it cost me
He gave me to the course of VSRK
Let's talk about it if you feel a way
Nigga, I'm with the K
Bitch, 24, don't call me blood
Kick down the door, big one and two
Show no remorse, my designer
Only the score, can't get you out
Bet you a whore for my new guy
Just sit on the floor, I make a call
Bitch and it's warm, gimme the Sprite
I pour a four, pull up these here, I got ten in my jeans
You with me
Watchin' TV
Patek Phillipe
Givenchy tee
I meed a mil', been in these streets
Put it, I'm flawless, come to the East
LOAB, screamin' "Free Ree!"
Gimme some plazas, they went to sleep
So I call the A, free Manny G
All of our niggas know I be flexin'
I did fifteen on my check-ins
Big Louboutin when I'm steppin'
Big thirty-eight for the weapon
All of our niggas know I be flexin'
I did fifteen on my check-ins
Big Louis V for the weapon
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![Lil Durk - Backdoor (Lyrics)
Lil Durk - Backdoor (Lyrics)
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Lyrics:
[Intro]
Oh (Malik on the beat)
(Ayo Bleu)
No, no, no, no
Yeah (Aura)
No, no, no, no (Turn Me Up Josh)
Woah, oh, oh
[Verse 1]
Them niggas act like they dont need us
They do everything we do, they wanna be us
Foenem takin ecstasy, they tryna T up
He rather go and blow a bag instead of re-up
You wasnt on that block when that shit was goin on
I wasnt worried about the other side when that shit was goin on
And we dont hang with different niggas, dont ask us what we on
The only time well beat the case, we pull out camera phones
I used to draw Lil Moe name on the Styrofoam
I had to teach the grown niggas right from wrong
What the state had told the jury? They tryna indict us all
The lawyers got them affidavits, they better sign them all, hmm
I had a bad bitch off the Gram, she let her titties hang
She told Bandz I bought her a Birkin, I told her anything
I was ridin round with guns in that Bentley thing
We puttin stickers on our drums, thats a city thing
I hate the niggas who be tryna switch the block up
I be with the killers wholl change a nigga roster
Im from the part of the city, watch your partner
You aint did shit to the same nigga who shot ya
Fore you leave that door, you gotta pick your Glock up
Cant nut in no more whores, I got that from my mama
Im shuttin down the stores, you do that with these commas
They had me at my lowest, Im ridin round with choppers
[Chorus]
(Oh)
Close that backdoor, I cant get snaked out by my homie (No, no, no, no, no, yeah, yeah)
Close that backdoor cause I know that shits phony (No, no, no, no, no, woah)
Close that backdoor, cant get snaked by my homie (Oh)
Close that backdoor cause I know this love phony
[Verse 2]
Thats a bet
Im The Voice, that mean Dede, he The Threat
Dont get stretched cause foenem tweakin off the X
I know what happened to your homie, dont be next
He got that get back for his block, I tip my hat
Feel like Im drownin, got this water round my neck
Cocky nigga, throwin ashes on Pateks
Went to the trenches, threw up the treys on the Met (Yeah)
They be callin me, you hangin where its dangerous
Im just slidin to out west just for Uncle Remus
All my siblings kids know your uncle famous
I know this shit sound dumb and the strangest
In the trenches, I feel the safest
On the radio, shoutout Nehpets
Did it off the love, but I gave em faces
[Chorus]
(Oh)
Close that backdoor, I cant get snaked out by my homie (No, no, no, no, no, yeah, yeah)
Close that backdoor cause I know that shits phony (No, no, no, no, no, woah)
Close that backdoor, cant get snaked by my homie (Oh)
Close that backdoor cause I know this love phony (Oh)
Close that backdoor, I cant get snaked out by my homie (No, no, no, no, no, yeah, yeah)
Close that backdoor cause I know that shits phony (No, no, no, no, no)
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![Chief Keef - War (Lyrics)
Chief Keef - War (Lyrics)
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Lyrics:
[Intro]
ShaneBOnTheBeat
Boy dont want war
Pussy boy dont want war
Boy dont want war
Pussy boy dont want war
Dont want war
Pussy boy
Dont want war
Want war, want war
Nigga, fuck your mama, she should’ve wore a condom
Boy dont want it
Pussy boy dont want it
Pussy boy
Pussy boy
Pussy boy
Pussy boy
[Verse]
Nigga, fuck your mama, she should’ve wore a condom
Pull up in that Rari, burnin off this rubber
Niggas undercover, so you know I can’t trust them
I be smokin earth, boy, you be smokin bubba
The bitch like Benihanas, took that bitch to McDonalds
I got plenty condoms and I got plenty commas
If you want some beef, boy, I wont be your farmer
I might be your father, ball like Penny Hardaway
Judge tryna lock me up, cause my pee look darker
But that aint gon solve nothin, weed solve my problem
Guns for my armor, nigga, fuck security
Out the cut like barbers, got niggas Forrest Gumpin
Smoking on this Compton, but bitch, Im in Chiraq
Where you disrespect me at, bitch, thats where you die at
All these fuckin lab rats, now I got my mouse trap
Niggas wanna fake kick it, wan know where my house at
That life I aint bout that, Im bout pushin scalps back
Pull up on yo block, bitch, let my niggas out that
Foreign car, clout that, Im high off this Tooka pack
Im high off this Aiki pack, Im high off this TuTu pack
Smoking on that Jay Loud, smoking on that FatHead
Run up on 4-6, leave a nigga flat dead
Shoot a 47, flyin off like Batman
Boy, I got a bag, bitch, put that bag on that head
Im high off this Chief Keef, got me feelin like Superman
That bitch called Chief Keef G, bitch, Im not no MuBu man
All these damn frenemies, Im gon call up PooPoo Man
I got niggas in these streets, they fuck around and do you, man
I’m rich, hallelujah, man, still got my toolie, man
Fuck with me, I’ll fuck around and screw your mans
Flexin like a ruler, shoot at your medulla, man
And get your bitch, she wanna suck my dick, I knew it, man
[Chorus]
Pussy boy dont want war
Pussy boy dont want war
Pussy boy dont want war
Dont want war
Pussy boy dont want war
Pussy boy dont want war
Pussy boy dont want war
Dont want war
Pussy boy dont want war, dont want war, want war
[Outro]
Come down your block like thunder, thunder, thunder
I just bought ten guns and ten pounds and ten mansions
Come through dunkin shit, Kevin Durant, Lebron-in
But you like to Twitter beef, pussy, how you warrin?
Pussy, how you warrin?
Pussy, how you warrin?
Pussy, how you warrin?
Pussy, how you warrin?
How you warrin?
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