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Young Thug - BAD BAD BAD (ft. Lil Baby) | Lyrics:
Wheezy outta here
Rose gold seats on a fuckin' helicopter
Double C, no Chanel, 'cause she bad, bad, bad
Ridin' Kawasaki, and I could cop you a new 'Rari
Let you ride it, know your route and you're bad, bad, bad
No playin', no Atari, I won't play with you for nothin'
I can eat you like Hibachi 'cause you bad, bad, bad
I just took the doors off the 'Ghini, now I'm ridin'
And I'm slidin' in her sideways, now she call me her zaddy
Rich nigga shit, I bought my thottie a new Patek
Got a model, got a thickie, got a BM, got a stallion
Got a billion dollar corporation, fuck a Xanny
I got millions to go get and a couple bitches to–uh, yeah
You my dawg 'til we dead, not a question
But I can't fuck with you like I want 'cause you ratted
Got a million dollars in the wall, in the band'
And got it stepped-on, got it hard, got it crackin' on her
Half a million, I just did a warm up for half a million, uh, uh, mmm
I can buy the buildin'
I can rent this shit out or save it for the children
I can dead this shit out or give it to the villains
Somewhere they can hide when they do some killin'
All of the rides got grenade ceilings
Loaded with a ride, cost a cool million
Rose gold seats on a fuckin' helicopter
Double C, no Chanel, 'cause she bad, bad, bad
Ridin' Kawasaki, and I could cop you a new 'Rari
Let you ride it, know your route and you're bad, bad, bad
No playin', no Atari, I won't play with you for nothin'
I can eat you like Hibachi 'cause you bad, bad, bad
I just took the doors off the 'Ghini, now I'm ridin'
And I'm slidin' in her sideways, now she call me her zaddy
Paper tag, peanut butter seats, I'm ridin'
I be in the foreign, fuck with slime, we tied in (Slatt)
Different color Diors on my feet, I couldn't decide which
Never talked about it, she done made herself my side bitch
Trash bag gang, I can put that on Elijah
Street chose me, I ain't never had to sign up
Then we hittin' bitches in the group, I make 'em line up
Beep, beep, beep, that's me, nigga, get back
Real dopeboy, don't know how to work a CashApp
How many you got? I'll send it 'lone, bring the cash out
I been sippin' lean, 'bout to pee 'til I pass out
Went to sleep 'partment, woke up in the paradise
Niggas stealin' drip but it don't matter, they don't wear it right
They don't even speak but I can see I got 'em terrified
Double R truck, come through, shit on everybody
Bad, bad, bitch, good head, hit her every night
Rose gold seats on a fuckin' helicopter
Double C, no Chanel, 'cause she bad, bad, bad
Ridin' Kawasaki, and I could cop you a new 'Rari
Let you ride it, know your route and you're bad, bad, bad
No playin', no Atari, I won't play with you for nothin'
I can eat you like Hibachi 'cause you bad, bad, bad
I just took the doors off the 'Ghini, now I'm ridin'
And I'm slidin' in her sideways, now she call me her zaddy
Take the four doors off of the Jeep (Bad, bad, bad)
I ain't doin' no swaps with a freak, uh (Bad, bad, bad)
We can handle this shit out in the streets, yeah (Bad, bad, bad)
I ain't goin' to a house for a meetin', yeah (Bad, bad, bad)
Pull up in a truck, any season
Niggas never comin' out, then we leavin'
How could nigga take a loss if he leavin'?
Quickly take off like I'm LeBron
#youngthug #lilbaby #badbadbad
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Young Thug - BAD BAD BAD (ft. Lil Baby) | Lyrics:
Wheezy outta here
Rose gold seats on a fuckin' helicopter
Double C, no Chanel, 'cause she bad, bad, bad
Ridin' Kawasaki, and I could cop you a new 'Rari
Let you ride it, know your route and you're bad, bad, bad
No playin', no Atari, I won't play with you for nothin'
I can eat you like Hibachi 'cause you bad, bad, bad
I just took the doors off the 'Ghini, now I'm ridin'
And I'm slidin' in her sideways, now she call me her zaddy
Rich nigga shit, I bought my thottie a new Patek
Got a model, got a thickie, got a BM, got a stallion
Got a billion dollar corporation, fuck a Xanny
I got millions to go get and a couple bitches to–uh, yeah
You my dawg 'til we dead, not a question
But I can't fuck with you like I want 'cause you ratted
Got a million dollars in the wall, in the band'
And got it stepped-on, got it hard, got it crackin' on her
Half a million, I just did a warm up for half a million, uh, uh, mmm
I can buy the buildin'
I can rent this shit out or save it for the children
I can dead this shit out or give it to the villains
Somewhere they can hide when they do some killin'
All of the rides got grenade ceilings
Loaded with a ride, cost a cool million
Rose gold seats on a fuckin' helicopter
Double C, no Chanel, 'cause she bad, bad, bad
Ridin' Kawasaki, and I could cop you a new 'Rari
Let you ride it, know your route and you're bad, bad, bad
No playin', no Atari, I won't play with you for nothin'
I can eat you like Hibachi 'cause you bad, bad, bad
I just took the doors off the 'Ghini, now I'm ridin'
And I'm slidin' in her sideways, now she call me her zaddy
Paper tag, peanut butter seats, I'm ridin'
I be in the foreign, fuck with slime, we tied in (Slatt)
Different color Diors on my feet, I couldn't decide which
Never talked about it, she done made herself my side bitch
Trash bag gang, I can put that on Elijah
Street chose me, I ain't never had to sign up
Then we hittin' bitches in the group, I make 'em line up
Beep, beep, beep, that's me, nigga, get back
Real dopeboy, don't know how to work a CashApp
How many you got? I'll send it 'lone, bring the cash out
I been sippin' lean, 'bout to pee 'til I pass out
Went to sleep 'partment, woke up in the paradise
Niggas stealin' drip but it don't matter, they don't wear it right
They don't even speak but I can see I got 'em terrified
Double R truck, come through, shit on everybody
Bad, bad, bitch, good head, hit her every night
Rose gold seats on a fuckin' helicopter
Double C, no Chanel, 'cause she bad, bad, bad
Ridin' Kawasaki, and I could cop you a new 'Rari
Let you ride it, know your route and you're bad, bad, bad
No playin', no Atari, I won't play with you for nothin'
I can eat you like Hibachi 'cause you bad, bad, bad
I just took the doors off the 'Ghini, now I'm ridin'
And I'm slidin' in her sideways, now she call me her zaddy
Take the four doors off of the Jeep (Bad, bad, bad)
I ain't doin' no swaps with a freak, uh (Bad, bad, bad)
We can handle this shit out in the streets, yeah (Bad, bad, bad)
I ain't goin' to a house for a meetin', yeah (Bad, bad, bad)
Pull up in a truck, any season
Niggas never comin' out, then we leavin'
How could nigga take a loss if he leavin'?
Quickly take off like I'm LeBron
#youngthug #lilbaby #badbadbad


![Nemzzz - GASS (feat. Travis Scott) | Lyrics #nemzzz #travisscott #hiphop #lyrics
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Nemzzz - GASS (feat. Travis Scott) | Lyrics:
[Intro: Nemzzz]
Dont know whos been gassin em up
You know you look pretty as fuck
[Verse 1: Nemzzz]
Sat in the T with bro and the cats right there, that smells unsettlin (Damn)
Between me and you, that thought of losin it all is more than threatenin
Kay stepped in with loud, oh Lord, oh God, its more than deafenin (Loud)
My one ten out of ten, what the fuck? Them pics dont need no editin (What the fuck?)
And Im proud of you, youre killin it
Not a reach, but I need me a billion
I tell her, Shake that shit and shes listenin
She got five-star skill like Brazilians
Ayy, we know you aint spinnin it
And youre basically a civilian
Man already made me a million
She ate me like a plate at the Michelin
[Chorus: Nemzzz & Travis Scott]
Shake that shit, were just warmin up (Cookin up)
Let me take a touch
Dont know whos been gassin em up
You know you look pretty as fuck
Shake that shit, were just warmin up (Warmin up)
Let me take a touch
Dont know whos been gassin em up (Yeah)
You know you look pretty as fuck
[Verse 2: Travis Scott & Nemzzz]
It must be Exxon, Shell, or BP way these tings be gassed these days
I took it like GTA, might give her that PDA, but no DNA
My spotlight TNT, the racks on Shaq, but Im not like Stephen A.
Niggas long chat these days, if you werent round us back then, I chat in place
In a hotbox, be laid, I dream bout chains so much, I made New Slaves
My Mansa Musa phase, Im stackin it, packin it, now they jackin it
I pop up and fuck up a stage (We pop up and fuck up the stage, do you need to top?)
Im droppin, you niggas just wait (Im droppin, you niggas just wait and see how Im comin)
[Chorus: Nemzzz]
Shake that shit, were just warmin up
Let me take a touch
Dont know whos been gassin em up
You know you look pretty as fuck
Shake that shit, were just warmin up
Let me take a touch
Dont know whos been gassin em up
You know you look pretty as fuck
Shake that shit, were just warmin up (Cookin up)
Let me take a touch
Dont know whos been gassin em up
You know you look pretty as f—
Shake that shit, were just warmin up (Warmin up)
Let me take a touch
Dont know whos been gassin em up
You know you look pretty as fuck
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![Tory Lanez - JALEN BRUNSON | Lyrics
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Tory Lanez - JALEN BRUNSON | Lyrics:
[Chorus]
Its so much money, I cant even count it, gotta scale it away, uh
Im throwin touchdowns passes in the club for you bitches that played us, uh
Look at yall pussy niggas, snatchin bunch of bitches that we already dated, huh
Trap doin real, real numbers, man, this shit feel like we already made it, yeah
We already made it, yeah
This shit feel like we already made it
This shit feel like we already made it, yeah
Trap doin real, real numbers, man, this shit feel like we already made it, yeah
[Verse 1]
Pop out the Bay, wе doin touchdowns, yeah
I was just doin bad
Bitch, Im back and Im up now, yeah
All they say is Im movin too spicy
I had pussy niggas try indict mе
But Im back smilin, grill icy
From the second they took me up out of that cell
And put me on that bail, I said, lil bitch, Im back on my bullshit
Facing twenty-two years, I said, nigga, no fair, Ima keep it cool cause I aint do shit
I be killin for a comin every year
Ill put billboards of me everywhere
In a Porsche, out with a bad bitch, cars and the glass walls everywhere
Im on some big, big timin, them Cartier, big, big diamonds
She said my dick aint big, she must got a big, big pussy (Woo)
Yeah, all of my diamonds are blizzard and pink
Fuck your ho and wash my dick in the sink
Bitch, get your mind right
You fuckin a broke nigga, he cant pay that pussy in a cent
Fuckin him, but he aint payin your rent
Bitch, get your mind right
Yeah cause we back in here ballin again and again
Im at the mall and Im spendin to spend
Bad bitches, models are ten after ten after ten after ten, yeah
[Chorus]
Its so much money, I cant even count it, gotta scale it away, uh
Im throwin touchdowns passes in the club for you bitches that played us, uh
Look at yall pussy niggas, snatchin bunch of bitches that we already dated, huh
Trap doin real, real numbers, man, this shit feel like we already made it, yeah
We already made it, yeah
This shit feel like we already made it
This shit feel like we already made it, yeah
Trap doin real, real numbers, man, this shit feel like we already made it, yeah
[Verse 2]
Get a ting and a ting, and another ting
Bet not never call me by my government
Fuck the ho in the makeup she covered in
She gon buy a plane ticket to fuck with me
Im gon lie and say that Im in love with her
Shit, I did for three weeks, now Im dubbin her
She found out bout my bitch and she subbin her
My left hand on her cheek when Im rubbin her
I tuxedo the sleeve when Im fuckin her
What that mean? I cant link when they cuffin her
So much money, Im cuffin the calendar
So much money, I stuff it in tupperware
They dont know bout this hustle Im runnin up
They dont know bout the struggle Im comin from (Struggle Im comin from)
[Outro]
Trap doin real real numbers, man, this shit feel like we already made it, yeah
We already made it, yeah
This shit feel like we already made it
This shit feel like we already made it, yeah
Trap doin real real numbers, man, this shit feel like we already made it, yeah
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![pryme! - love me now (feat. aria.) | Lyrics
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pryme! - love me now (feat. aria.) | Lyrics:
[Pre-Chorus: pryme!]
My love dont cost a thing (Thing), so answer when I ring (I ring)
Your love is in my hands, I guess Ill take it to the stage
Oh, I wont, wont, wont ever let you go
I cant help but to look, so say that youll hold me close tonight
[Chorus: pryme!]
Say you love me now, and Ill never let you go
I want you to hold me, I want you the most
Ill stick around for a while (For a while), for a while (For a while)
Love me now (Love me now), love me now
Say you love me now, I wont ever let you go
I want you to hold me, I want you the most
Ill stick around for a while, for a while
Go wild, love me now
[Verse 1: pryme!]
A billion girls that livе up on this world
But youre the only one (Only onе) that made my heart twirl
Love is a game, but I wanna play it with you (Love is a game)
Its not the same when Im without you
[Pre-Chorus: pryme!]
My love dont cost a thing (Cost a thing), so answer when I ring (When I ring)
Your love is in my hands, I guess Ill take it to the stage
Oh, I wont, wont, wont ever let you go
I cant help but to look, so say that youll hold me close tonight
[Chorus: pryme! & aria.]
Say you love me now, and Ill never let you go
I want you to hold me, I want you the most
Ill stick around for a while (For a while), for a while (For a while)
Love me now (Love me now), love me now
Say you love me now, I wont ever let you go
I want you to hold me, I want you the most
Ill stick around for a while, for a while
Go wild, love me now
[Verse 2: aria. & pryme!]
Love it when you call my name (Call my name)
Hit me on my phone, you know I never let it ring (Ring)
You can tell me everything you wanted me to know
Nothings gonna change the way I feel, and thats for sure
Love dont cost a thing, baby, wont you give it freely? (I will)
I want everything you could ever offer to me, yeah
I dont care bout diamonds, fancy cars, designer clothes
So baby, do the most
Letting go, so take control
[Chorus: pryme!, aria., pryme! & aria.]
Say you love me now, and Ill never let you go
I want you to hold me, I want you the most
Ill stick around for a while (For a while), for a while (For a while)
Love me now (Love me now), love me now
Say you love me now (Now), I wont ever let you go
I want you to hold me, I want you the most
Ill stick around for a while (For a while), for a while (While)
Go wild, go wild
[Outro: pryme!]
My love dont cost a thing, so answer when I ring
Your love is in my hands, I guess Ill take it to the stage
So give your loving to me, and I promise Ill make it right
But for now, stick around, and love me now
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![Fatt Smaxk - Up The Score | Lyrics
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Fatt Smaxk - Up The Score | Lyrics:
[Intro]
Yeah
Fresh one
Huh, huh
(Me and Box, we in the kitchen)
Yeah, Im with the get off boys, nigga, you know I swing the motherfuckin’ door, nigga (Get, get)
Hope you pickin up what the fuck Im puttin’ down, nigga (Huh, huh, huh, yeah)
Yeah (Huh, huh, huh, huh, huh)
[Chorus]
Fifty bags aint nothin, me and T-Lo swing doors, huh (Huh, yeah)
I aint even touch her, but she ready to touch them toes, yeah
Fuckin with Baby Drank, fucked around and poured a four (Huh, huh, huh)
Thuggin in the trenches with some niggas that up scores, yeah
[Verse]
Twenty bag plays make me miss my first show (Miss it)
Huh, shoppin all week, member a nigga ain’t have no clothеs
Talkin’ to myself like, Wherе would I be without that stove? (Yeah)
Huh, want a thousand flat but got nine fifty, nigga, lets roll (Let’s roll)
Yeah, wanna get some money, then you better not chase a ho (A ho)
Huh, on his ass from Bankhead all the way to Jonesboro Road
Uh, ridin presidential whip like two dope notes
Huh, shooters out the coupe, gon smack your ass bout big bro (Yeah)
Huh, rob a nigga ass so fast and I ain’t even really had to use no gun (No)
Need a bitch stay down with me, trap nigga need me a loyal one (Huh)
Bruh doin all that playin, shot him in the shit, now life aint fun (Life aint fun)
Started with twenty-eight grams, run it up, we play it like Rory Dunn (Rory, Rory, Rory)
Started with twenty-eight, uh (Yeah, yeah), she like my ad-libs, wanna hear me say, Huh (Yeah, huh)
Nigga tryna trust a nigga, want a crack head tried to steal my bomb
Buddy, what you know bout glass? Cook so much, had to rest my arm, uh-huh
Member had to shake the bag, country-ass nigga dont deserve an award
Im in the coupe with my son (Yeah, yeah), ball on a nigga like Smaxk LeBron (Bron, Bron)
Shit get gone, first come, this shit for sale, we aint savin none (One, one)
Percocet had me buyin low, Ill buy your ass out if you got the right one
Thought you was trappin for real, I brought some sandwich bags and some white ones (Huh, huh)
[Chorus]
Fifty bags aint nothin (Yeah), me and T-Lo swing doors, huh (Huh, huh)
I aint even touch her, but she ready to touch them toes, yeah (Toes, toes)
Fuckin with Baby Drank, fucked around and poured a four, yeah
Thuggin in the trenches with some niggas that up scores, yeah (Up)
Fifty bags aint nothin (Yeah), me and T-Lo swing doors, huh (Huh, huh)
I aint even touch her, but she ready to touch them toes, yeah (Toes, toes)
Fuckin with Baby Drank, fucked around and poured a four, yeah
Thuggin in the trenches with some niggas that up scores, yeah (Up)
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![Nemzzz - LOCKED IN FREESTYLE | Lyrics
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Nemzzz - LOCKED IN FREESTYLE | Lyrics:
You know?
Sometimes I just got to remind myself who I am
Im locked in, man
You speak highly of me, I hope youre doin the same when Im not there (Not there)
Ninety percent of the time, just give me a week, I wont care
Drove past the [?], remembers me in a stolen
Try say Nemzzz aint been outside then, well, youve gotta be joking
Youre right, I should just leave you alone before you end up exploding
If Im right, we caught your boy in the lab, found out what he was smoking
The real blend in with the fake, who do I trust? (No one)
Im trying to figure it out, I dont know how to love (I dont know how to love)
Ayy, 365, go hard, you know its a must (You know its a must)
You wasnt there at the start, we came out of mud (We came out of mud)
Slow feet dont eat, I stay in my lane to level up (Level up)
New me in the past but fast forward, this the level up (Level up)
Ting on bro, try it, youre not gettin up
Ayy, I left it, I coulda just got fucked to set him up
Jobs not done, it aint settling
Car broke down, I was peddling
Verbal, I dont find that frightening
Im locked in, I overly getting (Overly getting)
You speak highly of me, I hope youre doin the same when Im not there (Not there)
Ninety percent of the time, just give me a week, I wont care
Drove past the [?], remembers me in a stolen
Try say Nemzzz aint been outside then, well, youve gotta be joking (Gotta be joking)
Youre right, I should just leave you alone before you end up exploding
If Im right, we caught your boy in the lab, found out what he was smoking
The real blend in with the fake, who do I trust?
Im trying to figure it out, I dont know how to love
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