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Ski Mask The Slump God - Faucet Failure (Lyrics)
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Lyrics:
Woah, Heh
ChaseTheMoney, ChaseTheMoney!
Bitch be for real, huh
Let's make a deal, bitch be for real
Is you off a pill? Okay
Let’s make a deal, Rumpelstiltskin (Hm)
She wanna see my purple pickle up in the wind (Okay!)
Chancletas off, bitch get in (Ayy, ayy)
And if your nigga don't like me, hit chinny-chin-chin (Huh)
Bitch, I'm hotter than a pepper, no mint (Huh)
Big stepper, no stilts, big tilt, uh
1K, bought my bitch a new kilt, uh (Yup)
New skirt, I skrrt, big drift, uh (Yup)
New grills, 10K, big lisp, uh
Diamonds dancin’ on my fist, no disc, uh
Gimme lips, rock band like KISS, uh
Remember days, me and X hittin' licks
Guantanamera, we hit a lick on your bitch
I'm a Goodfella, Maison Margiela my kick, uh
I am faucet failure, my nigga, I got drip, uh
Ashin' on your bitch, this that Pokémon trainer shit, uh
Who's this? He should be in cockpit, uh
'Cause I'm flyer than a fuckin' ostrich, uh (Okay)
On my wood, that bitch won’t give me polish, uh
I’ma put my foot up in it, sock it, uh
Who's this? He should be in cockpit, uh
’Cause I'm flyer than a fuckin' ostrich, uh
On my wood, that bitch won't give me polish, huh
I am constructor, that bitch I demolish, ayy
Yes give me, a girl from Disney
And a Happy Meal, pretty please don’t gyp me
On fries (Ketchup!), on the guys, uh-huh
McDonalds 'cause they still sellin' pies, uh-huh
Just bought a new suit, got mob ties, uh-huh
Said he want beef, pull up, Five Guys, uh-huh
Yes I'm fire, lil' different like pumpkin fries
Um, hol' up, uh, where's my weed guys? (Huh?)
Guantanamera, we hit a lick on your bitch
I'm a Goodfella, Maison Margiela my kick, uh
I am faucet failure, my nigga, I got drip, uh
Ashin' on your bitch, this that Pokémon trainer shit, uh
Who's this? He should be in cockpit, uh
'Cause I'm flyer than a fuckin' ostrich, uh
On my wood, that bitch won't give me polish, uh
I'ma put my foot up in it, sock it, uh
Who's this? He should be in cockpit, uh
'Cause I'm flyer than a fuckin' ostrich, uh
On my wood, that bitch won't give me polish, huh
I am constructor, that bitch I demolish, ayy
ChaseTheMoney, ChaseTheMoney
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Ski Mask The Slump God - Faucet Failure (Lyrics)
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Lyrics:
Woah, Heh
ChaseTheMoney, ChaseTheMoney!
Bitch be for real, huh
Let's make a deal, bitch be for real
Is you off a pill? Okay
Let’s make a deal, Rumpelstiltskin (Hm)
She wanna see my purple pickle up in the wind (Okay!)
Chancletas off, bitch get in (Ayy, ayy)
And if your nigga don't like me, hit chinny-chin-chin (Huh)
Bitch, I'm hotter than a pepper, no mint (Huh)
Big stepper, no stilts, big tilt, uh
1K, bought my bitch a new kilt, uh (Yup)
New skirt, I skrrt, big drift, uh (Yup)
New grills, 10K, big lisp, uh
Diamonds dancin’ on my fist, no disc, uh
Gimme lips, rock band like KISS, uh
Remember days, me and X hittin' licks
Guantanamera, we hit a lick on your bitch
I'm a Goodfella, Maison Margiela my kick, uh
I am faucet failure, my nigga, I got drip, uh
Ashin' on your bitch, this that Pokémon trainer shit, uh
Who's this? He should be in cockpit, uh
'Cause I'm flyer than a fuckin' ostrich, uh (Okay)
On my wood, that bitch won’t give me polish, uh
I’ma put my foot up in it, sock it, uh
Who's this? He should be in cockpit, uh
’Cause I'm flyer than a fuckin' ostrich, uh
On my wood, that bitch won't give me polish, huh
I am constructor, that bitch I demolish, ayy
Yes give me, a girl from Disney
And a Happy Meal, pretty please don’t gyp me
On fries (Ketchup!), on the guys, uh-huh
McDonalds 'cause they still sellin' pies, uh-huh
Just bought a new suit, got mob ties, uh-huh
Said he want beef, pull up, Five Guys, uh-huh
Yes I'm fire, lil' different like pumpkin fries
Um, hol' up, uh, where's my weed guys? (Huh?)
Guantanamera, we hit a lick on your bitch
I'm a Goodfella, Maison Margiela my kick, uh
I am faucet failure, my nigga, I got drip, uh
Ashin' on your bitch, this that Pokémon trainer shit, uh
Who's this? He should be in cockpit, uh
'Cause I'm flyer than a fuckin' ostrich, uh
On my wood, that bitch won't give me polish, uh
I'ma put my foot up in it, sock it, uh
Who's this? He should be in cockpit, uh
'Cause I'm flyer than a fuckin' ostrich, uh
On my wood, that bitch won't give me polish, huh
I am constructor, that bitch I demolish, ayy
ChaseTheMoney, ChaseTheMoney
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![Moone Walker - Lizzo 2 ft. Big Money Blitz, Kevin Gates (Lyrics)
Moone Walker - Lizzo 2 ft. Big Money Blitz, Kevin Gates (Lyrics)
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Lyrics:
[Intro]
(Run-It-Up)
[Chorus: Moone Walker]
She got a little bit of stomach, but thats okay, uh
She gon let a real nigga eat her
I appreciate a woman with a whole lotta cake, uh
Baby, thats a whole lotta shape
If I die, then I die, baby, ride my face, uh
Ima wrap my arm around your waist
And hold on real tight while you do it
Twerk like Lizzo when you ride to the music
[Verse 1: Moone Walker]
Im a different kind of breed when it come to this here
Gotta be a certain kind of size when it come to this ride, Ima give you what you need from the rear
Girl, Im tryna push your knees to your ear
Inhale, еxhale like youre tryna makе a fist on me, uh
Love it when you clinch on me
Round four, give you time to regroup
Then youre blowin on the hitter like a flute
I come pack while Im strokin, give me that motion
Got a hitter sinnin like a heathen
And I already told you that I like a lot of food on my plate
Big boy, so you know Im not vegan
Now tell me how you want it like Pac, you can climb on top
Six-ninin, I aint talkin bout Tekashi
And I dont give a damn about your stomach, baby, ride my face
Catwalk, treat me like a Kawasaki
[Chorus: Moone Walker]
She got a little bit of stomach, but thats okay, uh
She gon let a real nigga eat her
I appreciate a woman with a whole lotta cake, uh
Baby, thats a whole lotta shape
If I die, then I die, baby, ride my face, uh
Ima wrap my arm around your waist
And hold on real tight while you do it (Really be like that sometimes)
Twerk like Lizzo when you ride to the music (Yeah, yeah)
[Verse 2: Big Money Blitz]
Four zips in a Sprite, in the styrofoam, the ice, I like my drink muddy (Dirty)
Bitch, dont bring yourself, ho, if you aint gon bring your buddy
No cap, bitch, I mean that, the baddest, I done seen that
Yall be where the fiends at, I be where the green at (Yeah)
I be ridin down 85, smokin 93, doin eighty-five (Yeah, yeah)
I got diamonds in my teeth, they be shinin when I speak, look like diamonds all I eat (Yeah)
[Chorus: Moone Walker]
She got a little bit of stomach, but thats okay
Appreciate a woman with a whole lotta cake
If I die, then I die, baby, ride my face
Hold on real tight while you do it
Twerk like Lizzo when you ride—
[Verse 3: Kevin Gates]
Please stand flat-footed, put your hands on your knees
Arch in your back, left hand your oblique
Make a fist with your pussy, yes, maam, make it squeeze
In the mirror, make you feel it in your kidney
Slow motion when you push back on it, I command you to breathe
Dick stand at attention, you salute, then at ease
Hmm, Im the truth, you agree
Im a god in the streets, Im a don, Im a king
This conversation stay between you and me
Any sexual injustice you make, Im respondin (For real)
You sexy, that pressure, cant wait to apply it
You really wan ride, still afraid to acknowledge
While liftin that weight, I was thinkin about you
You look in my eyes while you sit up on top
Put your hands on my chest while you ridin, you rockin
I grip on your body, you come on and pop it, yeah
[Outro: Moone Walker]
She got, got, got
She got
She got
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![Nas - Shoot em Up (Music Video)
Nas - Shoot em Up (Music Video)
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Lyrics:
[Intro]
Yeah
Yeah! (Yo)
Uhh
[Verse 1]
One .44, two .45s
Three loaded clips, four niggas roll, one nigga drives
Five-hundred Benz, six reasons why this kid should die
We shooting every mothafucka outside
Pulled on his block, jumped out the car
Guns in our hand, at the same time everybody ran
There that nigga go, hiding in the crowd
Let the trigger blow, seven shots, now he lying on the ground
Blood on the floor then we shot some more
Niggas he was with, two niggas hit, one nigga fell
One tried to run, go get him, son
Make sure hes done fore we bail, I aint tryna go to jail
Must handle beef, code of the street, load up the heat
If these nigga think they could fuck around
Real niggas do real things by all means
Niggas knowing how we get down, it goes
[Chorus]
Shoot em up, just shoot em up, what?
(Kill-kill-kill, murder-murder-murder)
Shoot em up, just shoot em up, what?
(Kill-kill-kill, murder-murder-murder)
Shoot em up, just shoot em up, what?
(Kill-kill-kill, murder-murder-murder)
Shoot em up, just shoot em up, what?
(Kill-kill-kill, murder-murder-murder)
[Verse 2]
Driving through the roads, Suburban Chevrolet
Six tinted windows, and Im on my way
To get up with my hoes, I pull up to they house
Not a freak to be heard, nobody came out
Ringing the bell, where in the hell could they be at?
Im about to leave stepping slow, where my truck was at
Who the fuck is that? Could it be a jack?
Now pull my strap, its my man and we have the same plan
There them bitches go, Civic 94
Looking funny though, open up the car door, funny smile
Fuck two already, third ass was heavy
Nas, this is Sherry, Sherry, this is Nas and his man, ready?
Walked in the house, snatched off they clothes
Ran through them hoes, plenty ice, that they all seemed to like
Cant find my man, heard a blam-blam
Now Im wondering, In this scam, do I even stand a chance?
He killed the hoes, took all they dough
Fire in his eyes, higher than the sky, coming down the stairs
Now he wanting mine, reaching for my nine
Aiming with our guns at each others face, at the same time
My nine on his lips, his fifth on my chin, I start whispering
Put your gun down, we can skip town
Rocked him to sleep, pushed back his meat
Lift off his chain, took his shit, emptied out close range
[Chorus]
Shoot em up, just shoot em up, what?
(Kill-kill-kill, murder-murder-murder)
Shoot em up, just shoot em up, what?
(Kill-kill-kill, murder-murder-murder)
Shoot em up, just shoot em up, what?
Shoot em up, just shoot em up, what?
(Kill-kill-kill, murder-murder-murder)
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![Pop Smoke - Gangstas (Lyrics)
Pop Smoke - Gangstas (Lyrics)
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Lyrics:
[Intro]
Them niggas gotta hear what the fuck Im talkin bout (Woo, woo)
(I be in New York)
Feel me, Lil Z? (I be in New York with the gangsters)
On your set with some real shit, nigga (Gangsters)
(Swirv)
I dont want none of that extra loud shit
This aint none of that rainbow hair shit
Know what Im sayin? (I be in New York with the gangsters)
This the real streets shit, yeah, nigga
(I be in New York with the gangsters)
Fuckin voice of the streets, man
Its like Jesus walkin (Woozin automatics)
More like Christopher Walking, man (I be with the Straights and the Apes)
Yall know whats up (Talkin stone to stone)
(Bringin bags, we dont wanna hear nothin bout it)
(Free all my niggas, free all the streets)
[Chorus]
I be in New York with the gangsters
Know a nigga thatll shoot you for a Tander (Tander, grrt)
If my opps is chillin in the foreign (Bah, foreign)
Then my niggas shootin up the Phantom (Phantom, bah, bah, bah)
I be in New York with the gangsters (Woo)
Know a nigga thatll shoot you for a Tander (Tander, bah)
If my opps is chillin in the foreign (You lackin ass niggas)
Then my niggas shootin up the Phantom (Grrt)
[Verse]
.44 got a kickback (Bah)
Click-clack, get back (Bah)
Shots at your rib pack (Grrt)
Or you can get chin checked (Woo)
Them twirlin niggas actin up (Actin up)
So niggas packed him up (Pack him up)
Brazy was actin tough (Dweeb)
Til niggas slapped him up (Pussy)
Pop Smoke on top (Haha)
Niggas mad as fuck (Mad)
Six by six, big Benz on my wrist (Grrt)
If you dont got your nails done, you are not it (Woo)
Automatically on the blocked list (Blocked, bitch)
Niggas talkin bout they guns (Guns), but never shot shit (Cap)
Might as well put a cap on it, all over with a chopstick (Pussy)
Run up and Im brandin them, take a nigga shoppin (Bitch)
Reach and Im branchin it cause I dont know who watchin (Im on point)
Its a Ginger Ale and Henny day, eased up on the crème brûlée (Hahaha)
38s on the block (Bah), a nigga wont hesitate (Bah)
Had to move these bitches up (Move up) cause they was in the way
I wouldnt want them to get shot by an enemy
[Chorus]
I be in New York with the gangsters (And whats up?)
Know a nigga thatll shoot you for a Tander (Tander, grrt)
If my opps is chillin in the foreign (Bah, foreign)
Then my niggas shootin up the Phantom (Phantom, bah, bah, bah)
I be in New York with the gangsters (Woo)
Know a nigga thatll shoot you for a Tander (Tander, bah)
If my opps is chillin in the foreign (You lackin ass niggas)
Then my niggas shootin up the Phantom (Grrt)
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