KennyHoopla, Travis Barker – MARRY KILL F*CK// OFFICIAL VISUALIZER Lyrics
[Verse 1]
I was sitting on the curb outside the roller rink
Loitering and waiting for your late apologies
It only hurt me when you called me drama queen
‘Cause I can’t pull off pink
Pick a poison, if you make it, I will drink it up
It really, really…
And now I’m mumbling, I’m not even saying words (Saying words)
[Pre-Chorus]
Love sucks, trust me
Summer’s ending
Fall into coma
[Chorus]
Marry, kill, fuck, could you please pick one?
I am young and dumb, I’ll never learn (I’ll never learn)
Marry, kill, fuck, could you please pick one?
I am young and dumb, against the world (Against the world)
[Verse 2]
It really matters what you’re thinking, it is crippling
The six identities inside mе are conflicting things
And everyonе is recommending me their therapist
They believe in God but don’t believe in aliens
Why is it so easy for us to repeat the past?
And even easier with tragedy to make me laugh?
You know pride finds home in the loneliness
When we dried our bones going for a kiss
[Pre-Chorus]
Well, don’t you change the channel
Don’t you turn off the screen
Rewrote our own plot, it’s sickening
[Chorus]
Marry, kill, fuck, could you please pick one?
I am young and dumb, I’ll never learn (I’ll never learn)
Marry, kill, fuck, could you please pick one?
I am young and dumb, against the world (I’ll never learn)
[Bridge]
I need you more than you need me
Don’t watch books or just read TV
I said that backwards
I think I have dyslexia
Didn’t go to college
Boys go to college to get more knowledge
I just go to your room
To get more head and do more shrooms
[Pre-Chorus]
Marry, kill, fuck, could you please pick one?
Either way, I’m sure I’ll die alone, alone
[Chorus]
Marry, kill, fuck, could you please pick one?
I am young and dumb, I’ll never learn (I’ll never learn)
Marry, kill, fuck, could you please pick one?
I am young and dumb, against the world (I need you more than you need me)
Marry, kill, fuck, could you please pick one?
I am young and dumb, against the world (Don’t read books or just watch TV) Lyrics, Letras, Paroles, Deutsche, Letras, Testi,Тексты, Texty, Norske, Текстови, Versuri, Persian, Liricí, Lirik, Nederlandse, Tagalog
Pablo YG, Skillibeng – Galore | Official Lyric Video Lyrics
Yo Ygf
You know how we go at work enuh dawg
Yo e syde
Ezaii
Yo skilli
Full a gyal yuh fuck
Full a gyal yuh fuck
Full a gyal yuh fuck
Galore a girl inna mi house
Full a gyal yuh fuck
Mount a gyal deh yasso
A bout dozen gyal yuh count
Galore a girl inna mi house
Have a gyal a bounce an a bounce
Use yuh tongue
Use yuh tongue pan mi hood
Mi Nuh care if a whore
A gold inna yuh hole
Barbie deh bumpa deh heavy Dan mi gun
Mi Nuh care Weh yuh grow
Mi a cum inna yuh mouth
She know mi wi chop off a head widd e choppa
She love real Banga
Killa an scamma
She see mi hood inna mi joggers an a say a Wah dat
16 choppa long like wakka
Yo yg
Mi affi get a new gyal as me wake up
No stale dutt
Clean everyday suh
Mi affi get a new gyal from me wake up
E-Syde full a gyal yuh fuck
Full a gyal yuh fuck
Mount a gyal deh yasso
A bout dozen gyal yuh count
Galore a girl inna mi house
Have a gyal a bounce an a bounce
Use yuh tongue
use yuh tongue pan mi hood
Mi Nuh care if a whore
A gold inna yuh hole
Barbie deh bumpa deh heavy Dan mi gun
Mi Nuh care Weh yuh grow
Mi a cum inna yuh mouth
Mi full a gyal like mi hairdresser comb
Skilli link four gyal
And mi swear dem a role
Party a shot
Mi Nuh cater fi thugs
An mi Fren dem rich
A never beer dem a buss
An a K dem a wull
so mi say mi gov
Just fuck yuh gyal yessideh
Mi know yuh Nuh know
An mi Nuh know either
An skilli worsta Nuh know
Bout him a 2 side wi Nuh play boaty
Fuck around an yuh cornrow liff
Yo yg yo ypree
E-Syde full a gyal more than fucking IG
Inna mi jeans pants and mi white t’s
Baay gyal a say mi sweet more than fucking ice cream
Yuh Nuh full a girl like me
Skilli full a pum pum world wide
Ask yg
So many girls piling
So many girls piling
Full a gyal yuh fuck
Mount a gyal deh yasso
A bout dozen gyal yuh count
Galore a girl inna mi house
Have a gyal a bounce an a bounce
Use yuh tongue
use yuh tongue pan mi hood
Mi Nuh care if a whore
A gold inna yuh hole
Barbie deh bumpa deh heavy Dan mi gun
Mi Nuh care Weh yuh grow
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Lil Skies – How Things Go (Official Music Video) Lyrics
Intro
How to feel, ayy
I’ve been lookin’ for your love, I don’t know how to feel
They might get me killed
And my bro just caught a case, pray he get appealed
Ayy, ayy, ayy
Chorus
I’ve been lookin’ for your love, I don’t know how to feel
I can’t trust nobody, they might get me killed
And my bro just caught a case, pray he get appealed
It’s funny how the things go when you keep it real
I’ve been lookin’ for your love, I don’t know how to feel
I can’t trust nobody, they might get me killed
And my bro just caught a case, pray he get appealed
It’s funny how the things go when you keep it real (Ayy)
Verse 1
Is you ridin’ with me? Tell me what it’s gon’ bе (Yeah)
I don’t care if we flyin’ down thе highway on E (Yeah)
Long as we both ridin’, we got everything we need (Yeah)
Don’t let people come between, we gon’ always get the green (Yeah)
That’s my ride-or-die, bitch, we gon’ get the paper
Screamin’, “Fuck a hater,” sayin’, “See you later”
I just made a couple bands on my avenue (Yeah)
It’s me and all my troops, bustin’ plays, makin’ moves (Woah)
What you wanna do? Nigga, we with all the drama (Yeah)
I just wanna get them bands and give ‘em to my mama (Yeah)
Never reading comments, they just tryna get me caught up (Yeah)
I’m just bein’ honest, I’m never on no fraud shit (Ayy, ayy, yeah)
Chorus
I’ve been lookin’ for your love, I don’t know how to feel
I can’t trust nobody, they might get me killed
And my bro just caught a case, pray he get appealed
It’s funny how the things go when you keep it real
I’ve been lookin’ for your love, I don’t know how to feel
I can’t trust nobody, they might get me killed
And my bro just caught a case, pray he get appealed
It’s funny how the things go when you keep it real (Ayy, ayy)
Verse 2
And I let the top down for everyone to see
I hope you see the world different when you look at me
I gave my brothers hope, we ain’t have no OG
Just a dollar and a dream to go and get the cream
Different kind of lifestyle, I do it for my fam
I’ma be the man, nigga, I don’t give a damn
What you know about hard times? I made it out the jam
Plenty times I thought I was down, wasn’t part of the plan
Shorty left my brother, his feet stuck in the sand (Yeah)
He tellin’ her he love her, but she think that he playin’ (Yeah)
Time after time, it repeats itself again (Yeah, ayy)
Time after time, over, over again (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Chorus
I’ve been lookin’ for your love, I don’t know how to feel
I can’t trust nobody, they might get me killed (Yeah)
And my bro just caught a case, pray he get appealed (Yeah)
It’s funny how the things go when you keep it real (Woah, woah)
I’ve been lookin’ for your love, I don’t know how to feel (How to feel)
I can’t trust nobody, they might get me killed (Get me killed)
And my bro just caught a case, pray he get appealed (Get appealed)
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Lil Baby – Merch Madness Lyrics
Merch madness, I done took it global (global, global)
Jump back in my bag, did this one for the culture (culture)
Ain’t too good to give, my cup been runnin’ over
Made these millions for the kids, I gotta turn it over
They see how I live now, I can’t forget the feelin’
My daddy in the ground, my mama independent
I can call on some of my friends, ain’t no one I depend on
Tryna run up all these m’s and go sit in the endzone
I gotta give back, I got every reason
Winnin’ team be every season
In the streets, lеt ‘em see me, let thе kids know they can be one
Lawyers doctors, authors, you ain’t gotta rap or make it d1
Build up a foundation you can stand on, just grow up and be somethin’
I took what they gave me and went way further
I conquered every obstacle and every hurdle
Lookin’ through a lens might think my life perfect
God gave me a gift and it came with a purpose
Merch madness, I done took it global (global, global)
Jump back in my bag, did this one for the culture (culture)
Ain’t too good to give, my cup been runnin’ over
Made these millions for the kids, I gotta turn it over
Merch madness, I done took it global (global, global)
Jump back in my bag, did this one for the culture (culture)
Ain’t too good to give, my cup been runnin’ over
Made these millions for the kids, I gotta turn it over
It was rough but I made it happen
I came up, but I’m still at it
Real trench baby, business with fanatics
This like twenty million on a giveaway
Twenty busses, twenty cities, stadium to stadium
See they idols givin’ back to them, makin’ people go crazy
I get paid when I appear
To do this, I volunteer
This is not a one-time thing, it gets better every year
Lot of people pulled a lot of strings just to make this happen
Real people really do exist, but they might call it magic
Merch madness, I done took it global (global, global)
Jump back in my bag, did this one for the culture (culture)
Ain’t too good to give, my cup been runnin’ over
Made these millions for the kids, I gotta turn it over
Merch madness, I done took it global (global, global)
Jump back in my bag, did this one for the culture (culture)
Ain’t too good to give, my cup been runnin’ over
Made these millions for the kids, I gotta turn it over
FendiDa Rappa ‘Point Me 2’ (with Cardi B) [Official Video] Lyrics
Uh, I’ma give it to ‘em just like this
(Jordon, is that you?)
Man, niggas tweaking with these fake ass pills
Look, he off a pill, niggas ew, is it even real?
He got a glizzy with no bullets, do he even kill? (What?)
Niggas dissin’ when they rap, should we call it drill? (What?)
Niggas cappin’ in they rap, should we give ‘em deals?
He off a pill, niggas ew, is it even real? (Uh)
He got a glizzy with no bullets, do he even kill? (What?)
Niggas dissin’ when they rap, should we call it drill? (What?)
Niggas cappin’ in they rap, should we give ‘em deals? (Hmm-mm)
All that ra-ra when I’m talking, they don’t hear me, though (hmm-mm)
Play that shit back, make ‘em sit back ‘cause we in this ho (hmm-mm)
Turn me up, I’m tryna fuck, point me to the sluts (what?)
That nigga tough he outta luck, foe’nem gave ‘em up (what?)
She got some buns, make me cum, this bitch finna run (hmm-mm)
I gotta thumb, she can’t take it, bitch then make me numb (hmm-mm)
Her pussy nukin’, he a goofy, she got goofy pussy (what?)
Her shit taste good with no smell, she got a fruity pussy (what?)
I can’t wait, I’m tryna fack, take me to the back (uh, uh)
We hit a rat, where you at, we got uchi sat (uh, uh)
And all the guys in here ready, where the hoochies at? (Where the hoochies at?)
In my city we get lit, that’s where the movies at (that’s where the movies)
And you can’t come up in this bitch with all that goofy shit (uh, uh)
And you can’t come up in my city think you moving shit (at all)
You can’t be acting like you with it, that’s that stupid shit (what?)
And you can’t tweak up off them pills ‘cause we gon’ do you bitch (hmm-mm)
He off a pill, niggas ew, is it even real? (Uh)
He got a glizzy with no bullets, do he even kill? (What?)
Niggas dissin’ when they rap, should we call it drill? (what?)
Niggas cappin’ in they rap, should we give ‘em deals?
He off a pill, niggas ew, is it even real? (Uh)
He got a glizzy with no bullets, do he even kill? (What?)
Niggas dissin’ when they rap, should we call it drill? (What?)
Niggas cappin’ in they rap, should we give ‘em deals? (Hmm-mm)
Bitches talkin’ all that rah-rah, I don’t feel it though (hmm-mm, I don’t feel it though)
Like the plan b didn’t work, baby, I’m in this ho (hmm-mm, I’m in this ho)
This bitch all wetty and she ready, ooh, she tryna fuck (tryna fuck)
He think he handsome, it’s a ransom, we done light ‘em up (bah)
She got some buns, her shit dumb, ooh, I’m tryna cum (hmm-mm, uh)
I’m in the strippy with a blicky and a lot of ones (hmm-mm, uh)
My name is always in that mouth, I got that juicy pussy (juicy pussy)
Lv, loose vagina, she got Louis pussy (ah)
Ain’t gon’ lie, her shit is fat, hit it from the back (back)
She playin’ “wap, ” she throwin’ cat in that uber black (black)
One of my bitches like kehlani, one look like normani (look like normani)
Me and my nigga ‘bout to flip ‘em, we like tip and tiny (tip and tiny)
If there’s skezos in the club then you know where to find me (hmm-mm, where to find me)
All my diamonds elliante, these shits hella shiny (hmm-mm, hella shiny)
I’m makin’ cash, you shakin’ ass, I’m really movin’ shit (go)
I’m really eatin’ bitches up, I’m out here chewin’ shit (bah)
Too many bitches in my city think they’re doin’ shit (think they’re doin’ shit)
Too many opps that I don’t know, bitch, who the fuck is this? (Who the fuck is this?)
Scared to face me by theyself, they start recruitin’ shit (start recruitin’ shit)
I call them pussy to their face, they don’t be doin’ shit (don’t be doin’ shit)
And I’m ready with receipts, I be provin’ shit (hmm-mm, I be provin’ shit)
I blow fifty racks in target on some stupid shit (hmm-mm, on some stupid shit)
Bitches out here must be slow, they out here losin’ it (out here losin’ it)
I’m like a ho, bitch I’m on go, I don’t care who it is (hmm-mm, bah)
He off a pill, niggas ew, is it even real? (Uh)
He got a glizzy with no bullets, do he even kill? (What?)
Niggas dissin’ when they rap, should we call it drill? (What?)
Niggas cappin’ in they rap, should we give ‘em deals?
He off a pill, niggas ew, is it even real? (Uh)
He got a glizzy with no bullets, do he even kill? (What?)
Niggas dissin’ when they rap, should we call it drill? (What?)
Niggas cappin’ in they rap, should we give ‘em deals? (Hmm-mm)
On foe’nem
Y’all know what the fuck going on
It’s a throw
What? It’s a throw
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Verse 1
Clip too big, no I ain’t getting sturdy
Dick on my pants, clip hang off a .30
On that block we ain’t showing no mercy
He gon’ play retarded in his jersey
And my opps all smacked, they too fake
Beam on his back, green light no 2k
Niggas heard I make bap playing games
Now they on dick, tryna follow my wave
While I been in the field causing pain
How they forget CBlu let it rain
Blue flags that we wore on the block
Nesty seen me and he know how I got
I threw shot after shot he was ducking his top
I was praying I ? the rock
And I never got touched
And they say I’m a kid but they know I was flocking to live
Bitch I’m WalkDownGang, remember taking them trips
Me and bro tryna clear the whole block
And I know when the rap beef get feddy
And Ema a slut she look burnt out
How Miya YGz? She got turnt out
And Winter a bitch she a ?
And Yus got shot, he ain’t do shit
Sha Gz got rip, he was clueless
Bridge
Grah
Stop dissing my deads nigga
All y’all niggas is but
Suck my fucking dick
You don’t put on
Grah
Grah
CBlu
Verse 2
.30 on me, I don’t like to dance
Gun too big, can’t fit it in my pants
We can rump, just know I’m not your mans
Imma hit it then quit it, pass it to my mans
2 bitches feeling like I’m beat
First nigga reach, I bet you imma teach
Imma teach you a lesson, dissing my dead you get sent to the reverend
And I promise I don’t ever cap
Whatever I say I live, and that’s facts
Fuck a holster, keep it by my lap
Chasing the opps while I let it clap
Got a baddie that’s good with the jet
Yeah she on timing, yeah she drop the hat
(Yeah she on timing, yeah she drop the hat)
Verse 3
30 stick in my pants so don’t ask me to dance
Bitch, you know I might do my C Blu bop
And Lil’ Bando a bitch, heard his sister a thot
I might fuck her the next time he diss me
And I heard you got one in the kidney
That’s on bro, bitch you runnin’ the city
Said you lookin’ for me, come and get me
No, it ain’t hard to find me
I be posted wit’ killers behind me
Think that I’m lackin’, I keep me a ID
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Babyface Ray – Donda Bag (Official Video) Lyrics
Intro
That—That’s, uh, just about a golden rule in the ?
It’s not about money
I just need my space right now
Chorus
My name good, my face clean, my pockets full, my people straight (Yeah)
Double-park, they let me through the back, I got my hoes with me (My hoes with me)
Ayo, MCM be all up in my hair, he wanna join the team (Fuck ‘em)
I tell my young dawg he won’t be like me, ‘cause he keep drinkin’ green (Nah)
I told my ex-bitch “You can’t get back with me, I’m too far for that” (No)
Dumb shit, all I’m countin’, I’m cashin’ it out, boy, who you think started that? (Mine)
Buddy, he spinnin’ and spinnin’ and winnin’
These niggas, they sound like a laundromat (Spin)
Come too back on black, the windshield’s black, I’ve been in my Donda bag
Verse 1
Ayy, the places that we stayed in, I don’t record, I don’t get no kind of bags
I called her with my shorty, “How you feelin’?” “‘Face, it’s different, love”
How you love me, baby? That shit crazy, we don’t kiss and hug
Pulled up in your city, thought ‘bout you, that’s why I hit you up
I’m gon’ give you game and take this pic, I better not let you up
Just linked up in a mansion, bring the bitches, I’m gon’ get the drugs
Ayy, boy, I’ve been on one, pushin’ P, I used to skip to fuck
I just charged you niggas, just to come and watch me mix it up
Left, right, or candy can, I put M’s on everythin’ (Uh-huh)
Off-White look like Dairy Queen, Rollie’s watchin’, every sleeve
She gon’ hit her knees for me, think she wanna marry me
Who decides worth of us? I put up Amiri jeans
Took a yellow, then took off, shit look like a spirit plane
Why you take my dawg from me? I don’t even feel the same
Man, I got a lot to lose and I got some M’s to gain
Let me just get out your way, niggas playin’ Insta games
Wavy how I’m livin’, that’s my gang and my business name
I still dump out neck, but my mama bought my kids a chain
All this fuckin’ ice on this shit, you think my wrist is sprayin’ (Woo)
Freaky-ass want a purple shower, I be pissin’ rain
Chorus
Ayy, my name good, my face clean, my pockets full, my people straight (Yeah)
Double-park, they let me through the back, I got my hoes with me (My hoes with me)
Ayo, MCM be all up in my hair, he wanna join the team (Fuck ‘em)
I tell my young dawg he won’t be like me, ‘cause he keep drinkin’ green (Nah)
I told my ex-bitch “You can’t get back with me, I’m too far for that” (No)
Dumb shit, all I’m countin’, I’m cashin’ it out, boy, who you think started that? (Mine)
Buddy, he spinnin’ and spinnin’ and winnin’
These niggas, they sound like a laundromat (Spin)
Come too back on black, the windshield’s black, I’ve been in my Donda bag
Verse 2
I ride out the foreign to a foreign, I ain’t even tryna brag
I done bossed my level up, it’s hard to see you eye to eye
Had to bring security, grab these bags when I be tryin’ to shop
I’ve been knockin’ bitches, but it’s better with her diamond watch
Better when it’s off the mud, it’s a ‘vert to top us up (Yeah)
I got shit on both my wrists, for times they tried to lock me up (Mmm-hmm)
Now I ain’t know this codeine burn the seats, and I just got the truck
If he smoke a wart to them people, he is not with us (Not at all)
Why you actin’ like you really active and be outside? (Actin’)
You can suck a baddie, fuck a lame and left me traumatized (Wow)
You ain’t gotta ask me if it’s family, then I’m down to ride (Mmm-hmm)
I just pray that niggas keep it on ‘em, ‘cause I got mine
Chorus
Ayy, my name good, my face clean, my pockets full, my people straight (Yeah)
Double-park, they let me through the back, I got my hoes with me (My hoes with me)
Ayo, MCM be all up in my hair, he wanna join the team (Fuck ‘em)
I tell my young dawg he won’t be like me, ‘cause he keep drinkin’ green (Nah)
I told my ex-bitch “You can’t get back with me, I’m too far for that” (No)
Dumb shit, all I’m countin’, I’m cashin’ it out, boy, who you think started that? (Mine)
Buddy, he spinnin’ and spinnin’ and winnin’
These niggas, they sound like a laundromat (Spin)
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Mist x M1llionz – Money Moves (Official Video) Lyrics
It’s hard to adapt to the fame when I’m still outing packs in the rain
I’ll still blow a chase in the lanes even though I’m legal and I’m getting paid
Flick the switch into S then cah’ this Golf R’s on false plates
I watch traffic cops when it gets late, yeah I’m always tryna dodge jakes
scarlxrd – FEEL WXRTHLESS? [Prod MUPPY]. Lyrics
Intro: Scarlxrd
Yeah (Yeah), what? (What?)
I thought we were— (I thought we were—), yeah (Yeah)
Scar—, ah
Verse 1: Scarlxrd
I thought we were closer than that
I thought we were closer than that, huh?
I know that you want me down, ha
I fixed your back every time you were broken
I know that you want me down, ha
You act just like the demon in the moment
Fuck the tears that you cry
Fuck the time that I tried
Was I worth all the lies?
Chorus 1: Scarlxrd
You just discard me like I’m worthless, fuck, damn
I feel worthlеss, fuck, damn
I feel worthless, fuck, damn
I feel worthless, fuck, damn
Verse 2: Scarlxrd
Okay, you teasе me too much
I know that it’s not enough
I make the rules when I run
I hope your wrist is open
I’m like: “Baby, don’t rush”
I used to kick it for fun
I liked it deep in your mouth
I hope your wrist is open (Bitch)
Tear me out your fucking heart since you love to bleed so much (Bitch)
Tear me out your fucking heart since you love to bleed so much
Bet you love the sharp steel rush
You said you were hard to love
The way you say you need me fucks my head up
You said everyone gave up but me
Chorus 1: Scarlxrd
You just discard me like I’m worthless, fuck, damn
I feel worthless, fuck, damn
I feel worthless, fuck, damn
I feel worthless, fuck, damn
Instrumental break
Hook: Scarlxrd & Gina Savage
Made In Hell
Yeah, heard the king gonna risk this dish (Pull up, pull up, wheel)
Own the thing like, “La la la”
Change the table and risk that kick
Hibernate, don’t risk that shit (Nah)
Pussyhole, don’t risk that shit
Lick a man down with that shit (Tr-r-r)
Off your feet, I’ll lift that shit, dickhead (Lift that shit, nah)
Chorus 2: Scarlxrd & Gina Savage
No conversation, I don’t wanna try (Pull up, pull up, wheel)
Don’t wanna try, don’t wanna try
Fuck conversation, I don’t wanna try
Don’t wanna try, don’t wanna try
Fuck conversation, I don’t wanna try
Don’t wanna try, don’t wanna try
Fuck conversation, I don’t wanna—, yeah (LxrdAudix)
Verse 3: Scarlxrd
Only show face in some of my photos
Staying up late in the night, that’s the old flow
Kicking in the rhythm got me building on my solo
Had to link Muppy, that’s gang if you don’t know (Yeah!)
Still doing damage with the sound go loco
Yeah, I link Corpse if the track need low tone (CORPSELXRD)
Traded in the Porch for the Urus, so dope (Yeah)
Coming off the back of a win, this a combo
Bro, put in work for the brick
Pussy, you shit
I ain’t down bad, I’m rich (Chee)
On camera I’m fucking my bitch
Had to double down, that’s a flip
She gon’ buss it down for the kid (Yeah)
I just brought her Prada and Skims
She bought me ‘preme and a Benz
My bitch richer than the rest (Yeah)
I ain’t tryna flex
My life solid, I’m blessed (Bleh-bleh-bleh-bleh)
Outro: Scarlxrd & Corpse
I’m gonna risk this shit
Hog the thing like, “La la la”
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LUCKI – Str8 Syrup (Official Visualizer) Lyrics
Icey, I’m so sick of you
I pour a four and it felt like-
I pour four and it felt like molly, I pour- huh, ayy
I pour four and it felt like molly
Drugs everyday, get paid when I’m sleep
Hm-hm, ayy, ayy, ayy
I pour a four and it felt like Molly
Drugs everyday, get paid when I’m sleep
Tell me you love me, you do or you not
Niggas be finished, got enough to do with me
I’m in your city with drank in the drought, she show it off ‘cause she got it from me
Pretty, I’m sure she gon’ figure it out
I cut you off, ain’t no hearin’ you
Out
He got the pints and you send ‘em in route
I quit the thirties, but doggin’ the lean
Just nothin’ said, but we been rich
Fly out, please get french tips
Family’ll kill you, but that’s what it’s ‘bout
I hate to fake it with money and bring it
Lean on lean on lean on guns
All grown up, but I want more drugs
More Wock’ some and it’s no more fun
Movin’ on E cause you runnin’ off love
I make the hippies feel safe with the thugs
Money for grabs, you questionin’ blood
They showed it off ‘cause they got it from-
I pour a four and it felt like Molly, I pour a four and it felt like Molly
I pour a four and it felt like- ayy
I pour a four and it felt like Molly, ayy, ayy
I pour a four and it felt like Molly
Drugs everyday, get paid when I’m sleep
Tell me you love me, you do or you not
Niggas be finished, got enough to do with me
I’m in your city with drank in the drought, she show it off ‘cause she got it from me
I pour a four and it felt like Molly, I pour a four and it felt like Molly
Swear to God, straight syrup
