Big Yavo – Lumberjack

Big Yavo – Lumberjack Lyrics
Lumberjack Lyrics, lETRA:

Intro
(Ayy, let that shit ride, Tav)
Let’s go, let’s go
Skrrt, skrrt
Smokin’ cookies on the intro (Yoom)
Dig it
(No, we ain’t takin’ no chances, ever)

Chorus
High as fuck and I hope it don’t come down (Come)
You a square, yo’ ass still can’t come ‘round (Still can’t come ‘round)
Glock with a switch, so it don’t make one sound (Brrrt)
Hit they block, yo’ ass must be dumb found (Must be dumb found)
Don’t play at my shows, I got so many gun rounds (So many guns)
Go pull on the side, hit the window and squeeze
Must be a lumberjack, I’m in he choppin’ down trees
What you mean I’m in here breaking down P’s? (I’m breaking down)

Verse
Long live Floyd, put white bitch on her knees
Fuck that, put my knee on her neck (Knee on her neck)
VVS cool, but I want some’ baguettеs (I want some’ baguettes)
Fuck nigga rеach for this chain, now he wet (Now he)
Fuck nigga reach for this chain, now he stretched (Ayy)
Smokin’ on gas, bush green like Shrek (Green like Shrek)
Hop out the car with a oder, shit smell like a ogre (Shit stink)
For the bags, just meet me at Krogers (Just meet me at)
My white friends shoot like Dela Doga, got some shit in the trunk, so I can’t pull it over (I can’t)
So if they flick me, don’t stop, keep it goin’ (Just go)
See the bullshit, I don’t stop hit the horn (Check out)
Claiming they real, niggas changing like coins (They coins)
Soon as they post it, I’m busting his bond (His bond)
He got some fire but ain’t pull it, he run (Ain’t pull it)
All my opps hiding, we gotta go hunting (Let’s go)
See so much money in just one month (In just one month)
These niggas saving the shit I spent (Let’s go)
Big boss, I’m the nigga you aren’t (I’m the nigga you not)
Say, I’m servin’ Percocet to yo’ first aunt
Say, I pour lean all in my punch
I might just hop out in Off White and Preston (Off White)
Say you’re gangster, but who you impressing? (Who?)
Got money in my pocket, watch out gettin’ heavy
I’ll go spunky like Elvis (Let’s go)
Chorus
High as fuck and I hope it don’t come down (Hope it don’t come)
You a square, yo’ ass still can’t come ‘round (Still can’t come)
Glock with a switch, so it don’t make one sound (It don’t make one)
Hit they block, yo’ ass must be dumb found (Must be dumb found)
Don’t play at my shows, I got so many gun rounds (So many)
Go pull on the side, hit the window and squeeze (To the window)
Must be a lumberjack, I’m in he choppin’ down trees (I’m choppin’)
What you mean I’m in here breaking down P’s? (I’m just in here bustin’ it down)
High as fuck and I hope it don’t come down (Hope it don’t come)
You a square, yo’ ass still can’t come ‘round (Still can’t come)
Glock with a switch, so it don’t make one sound (It don’t make one)
Hit they block, yo’ ass must be dumb found (Must be dumb found)
Don’t play at my shows, I got so many gun rounds (So many)
Go pull on the side, hit the window and squeeze (To the window)
Must be a lumberjack, I’m in he choppin’ down trees (I’m choppin’)
What you mean I’m in here breaking down P’s? (I’m just in here bustin’ it down)

Outro
Slatt, slayer
Nigga
Nigga be cap
Cappity, cap
Bitch, lap to lap
Lap to laps
I’m runnin’ laps around you niggas

MC TYSON – You Know me?

MC TYSON – You Know me? Lyrics
You Know me? Lyrics, lETRA:

MC TYSON「You Know me? ft. MUD & Gottz」歌詞

Verse 1: MC TYSON
俺が一歩踏み出す
一句吐き出す
It’s my verse, it’s my style
いっちょかましたる
1発飛ばしたるついでに
Bitchの股も濡らしたる
いつだってタイマンはる
このビート上で魅せる
俺のイントロ
流れる音の中で日々瞑想
砕いて引いて吸いこむコカはドープ
ミシュランガイドのシェフすらも唸らせる
俺のRhymeとSkillとFlow
日月火水木金土曜
また来週LIVEで逢いましょう
Bitch

Chorus: MC TYSON
Every day I Smokin like Mary
You know me?
Every day I goin to da party
You know me?
Every day fuckin’ wiz ma mommy
You know me?
You know me?
You know me?
I like to fuck u
Doggy doggy style
You know me?
I like to fuck u
Doggy doggy style
You know me?
I like to fuck u
Doggy doggy style
You know me?
You know me?
You know me?
Verse 2: MUD
いつの日にもコイツの虜
Hotなbeat聞きゃ
速攻で飛び乗る
Mic持ってstage立つ
おれのposition
前から後ろへこの声届けよう
俺ら歌詞書いて日々make money
Respect 支えてくれてる奴らに
Bad mind燃やして超える限界
クソみてぇな世界でも
希望捨てない
S/o 2 my baby, s/o 2 my homies
切磋琢磨する 似た者同士
各地騒がしな いつもの通り
I gotta do this
For my success story

Chorus: MC TYSON
Every day I Smokin like Mary
You know me?
Every day I goin to da party
You know me?
Every day fuckin wiz ma mommy
You know me?
You know me?
You know me?
I like to fuck u
Doggy doggy style
You know me?
I like to fuck u
Doggy doggy style
You know me?
I like to fuck u
Doggy doggy style
You know me?
You know me?
You know me?
Verse 3: Gottz
一文なしでもReal one
金を持っててもブレぬ羅針盤
稼げど冬のままのこのシーンは
Hotな俺には 全部ぬりぃんだ
立派なのは時計や服だけで
リリックやフロウならまず人任せ
Young boy 一文なしでもReal one
156から⻩色いSpielberg
代打要員も今じゃClean up
空いてるShow-window
全てBring back
恥ずかしいヤツとは絡めない
春になってもアイツは芽が出ない
Bitch

Chorus: MC TYSON
Every day I Smokin like Mary
You know me?
Every day I goin to da party
You know me?
Every day fuckin wiz ma mommy
You know me?
You know me?
You know me?
I like to fuck u
Doggy doggy style
You know me?
I like to fuck u
Doggy doggy style
You know me?
I like to fuck u
Doggy doggy style
You know me?
You know me?
You know me?

Central Cee – Straight Back To It

Central Cee – Straight Back To It Lyrics
Straight Back To It Lyrics, lETRA:

Intro: Young Adz, Central Cee
(You are now listening to Young Chencs)
Always remember that, bro
When you was sleepin’ on trains, and you’re homeless
And your mums kicked you out and all them ting there?
People would’ve loved to shit on you
So now that you’re doing your ting and you’re gwarning, stay cooking
Done a graveyard shift last night, woke up today and got–
Got straight back to it

Chorus: Central Cee
Done a graveyard shift last night
Woke up today and got straight back to it
Took me an L, no problem
I got on my grind, got straight back to it (Back to it)
Had to handle a call in the middle of jeetin’
I put down my phone, got straight back to it
They freed my bro, got straight back to it
Bro-bro fresh home, got straight back to it (Back to it)
Done a graveyard shift last night
Woke up today and got straight back to it
Took me an L, no problem
I got on my grind, got straight back to it (Back to it)
Had to handle a call in the middlе of jeetin’
I put down my phone, got straight back to it
They freed my bro, got straight back to it
Bro-bro fresh homе, got straight back to it
Verse 1: Central Cee
Look, we all go through hard times
That’s why it’s “Live Yours” and it’s not “Live Mine”
You gotta turn up sometimes, live life
You gotta work hard or you’re not gon’ shine
Told the promoter “I’m not performin’
If I can’t come with all of the guys”
I got the ball right now, it’s my time
But I told bro-bro, “Go long, go wide”
They shot their shot but it was offside
It’s from Virgil when I rock Off-White
No cap, this shit ain’t no made up rhymes
Got a way with words, got away with crimes
Told lil’ bro, “You’re the next in line
But be patient, it’ll take some time”
Don’t think ‘cah we ain’t got back just yet
That we just gon’ let it slide (Slide)

Chorus: Central Cee
Done a graveyard shift last night
Woke up today and got straight back to it
Took me an L, no problem
I got on my grind, got straight back to it (Back to it)
Had to handle a call in the middle of jeetin’
I put down my phone, got straight back to it
They freed my bro, got straight back to it
Bro-bro fresh home, got straight back to it (Back to it)
Done a graveyard shift last night
Woke up today and got straight back to it
Took me an L, no problem
I got on my grind, got straight back to it (Back to it)
Had to handle a call in the middle of jeetin’
I put down my phone, got straight back to it
They freed my bro, got straight back to it
Bro-bro fresh home, got straight back to it
Verse 2: Central Cee
I thought this shit was Hip-Hop?
Not gonna lie, I’m a bit disappointed
Certain man wanna move like divas
What can I say? It’s for entertainment
I fucked shawty, and I left her high and dry
It’s deep, she thought I was stayin’
Fuck, I just lived up to the stereotype that we’re all the same, shame
Uh, she wanna get slapped in the face, uh
I’m afraid it’s a bit too kinky, and I’m not tryna catch me a case
Say what I want, you don’t have to relate
Unlike most of these artists that’s lyin’, I’m actually paid
I don’t want aftermarket diamonds, man, I want factory made
OGs need to get back to reality
I don’t wanna hear ‘bout back in the day
Go on the ‘net, all I hear is “Cench”
I don’t wanna hear them chattin’ my name
All of these guys try cat the campaign
I feel like Usher, I trap in the rain
Been through a lot, I can handle the fame
I waste no time gettin’ straight back to it (Back to it, back to it)

Interlude: Young Adz, Central Cee
You need to remember, brother, yeah
First they love you, then they hate you
Then love you again (Waste no time, get straight back to it)
When you come out you’re hot, you’re hot, you’re new
You know you can’t do no wrong
You know you’re golden boy
And then they start tryna slowly find chinks in your armour
And things to tear you down
Outro: Central Cee
Done a graveyard shift last night
Woke up today and got straight back to it
Took me an L, no problem
I got on my grind, got straight back to it (Back to it)
Had to handle a call in the middle of jeetin’
I put down my phone, got straight back to it
They freed my bro, got straight back to it
Bro-bro fresh home, got straight back to it (Back to it)

Rubi Rose – I Like

Rubi Rose – I Like Lyrics
I Like Lyrics, lETRA:

Intro
You wanna know what I like?
Mm-hm, yes, tell us, absolutely
You’re sure you wanna know what I like?
Absolutely, tell us, dear
(Cállate, Mike Crook)
Yeah, I like (Goddamnit, Dupri), yeah

Chorus
I like when he hit my line talkin’ nasty (Talkin’ nasty)
I like when he tell me, “Climb in the backseat” (In the backseat)
I thug niggas with a long rap sheet (Ayy, ayy)
I’m a hood bitch, I like it nasty (I like it nasty)
He like when I hit his line talkin’ nasty (Talkin’ nasty)
He like when I tell him, “Meet me in the backseat” (In the backseat)
He like how I hold the strap without askin’ (Ayy, ayy)
I’m a hood bitch, I like it nasty (I like it nasty)

Verse 1
I don’t need a beat, bitch, I’m on stage with the bands
In the club like ebony, I came here to dance
Hair down to my ass, skin look like cinnamon
Pussy have a rap nigga singing like Jagger did
Bottle of Henny, get a fifth or more
Twerkin’ at the liquor store (Ayy)
I don’t kick it out how some niggas kick a door
Lookin’ like a lick but this pussy what he lickin’ on
Rob a nigga bricks (Ayy) while he trappin’ on the minute phone
Pre-Chorus
He know I just want the top like a toupee (Like a toupee)
I know he’ll do whatever off the D’USSÉ (Off the D’USSÉ)
Young Rubi ain’t the what the goal hoop say
Bag say “Chanel,” I don’t give a fuck what you say (Yeah, yeah)

Chorus
I like when he hit my line talkin’ nasty (Talkin’ nasty)
I like when he tell me, “Climb in the backseat” (In the backseat)
I thug niggas with a long rap sheet (Ayy, ayy)
I’m a hood bitch, I like it nasty (I like it nasty)
He like when I hit his line talkin’ nasty (Talkin’ nasty)
He like when I tell him, “Meet me in the backseat” (In the backseat)
He like how I hold the strap without askin’ (Ayy, ayy)
I’m a hood bitch, I like it nasty (I like it nasty)

Verse 2
Bitin’ on your necklace, pussy leave him breathless (Ooh)
Don’t get no rest, it be hard when the sex lift (Yeah)
Slide on me, you know I don’t do the textin’
Type turn it on and fuck through the Netflix (Ayy-ayy-ayy)
Daddy always come through with the extras (With the extras)
He spend time, spend money, he invested
Brand new Dior, bustdown, look electric (Ice)
When I suck it, use both hands, ambidextrous (Ayy, ayy)
Pre-Chorus
He know I just want the top like a toupee (Like a toupee)
I know he’ll do whatever off the D’USSÉ (Off the D’USSÉ)
Young Rubi ain’t the what the goal hoop say
Bag say “Chanel,” I don’t give a fuck what you say (Yeah, yeah)

Chorus
I like when he hit my line talkin’ nasty (Talkin’ nasty)
I like when he tell me, “Climb in the backseat” (In the backseat)
I thug niggas with a long rap sheet (Ayy, ayy)
I’m a hood bitch, I like it nasty (I like it nasty)
He like when I hit his line talkin’ nasty (Talkin’ nasty)
He like when I tell him, “Meet me in the backseat” (In the backseat)
He like how I hold the strap without askin’ (Ayy, ayy)
I’m a hood bitch, I like it nasty (I like it nasty)

Kodak Black – On Everything

Kodak Black – On Everything Lyrics
On Everything Lyrics, lETRA:

Intro
I’ma put this on everything
Mm
Gotta be fuckin’ Madonna or somethin’
You proud of me? I’m rockin’ Prada this summer

Verse
Hidin’ dope in my dreads
Crackers in my left lane, but I’m stayin’ ahead
Even in the next life, I’m takin’ this bread
I’ma be duckin’ the fed time
Yeah, when everybody left me, I still had my dreads
I’d never cut ‘em, but if I ever do, I’ma put ‘em in the bed
She a thrill head and a pill head
Corona season, I finally could walk around with a mask
Ain’t smokin’ no weed, ain’t drinkin’ no lean, I’m payin’ attention to the bag
Ain’t poppin’ no Percs, I’m stayin’ alert, this money been comin’ in fast
Got my heart in a cast, yeah
She dressin’ up in her dress, she say for the sake of our love
I’ma rose gold all your diamonds and accessories too
I know I’m a ugly-ass lil’ nigga, but I look better with you
We puttin’ SG on everything for whatever we do
I keep a maid in some lingerie, got a see-through roof
I know Lamar gon’ win the Super Bowl, first bust to the Chiefs
Every time Lil Kodak in Detroit, I got the buffs on fleek
I’m keepin’ Chelise and Chanel, I don’t even care if she sleep
Bulgari diamonds in my hair, she like it more when it’s neat
When you been through everything like me, don’t nothin’ seem that amazin’
Like all the realest niggas been takin’ dick up the anus
Nowadays everybody wannabe gangsters
Nowadays I’ve been controllin’ my anger
Keep boogers in the face like I’m still a lil’ baby
Hittin’ donuts in the wraith, just left the ‘yo with Lil Baby
Two babies on the way from two different ladies
That I knew back then way before I was famous
I was gettin’ my dick sucked by Tierra and my mama told them
I killed me a nigga by Kiera, but she already know
I’m taxin’ all my kids seven like I’m still sellin’ dope
My people say they proud of me ‘cause they been seein’ my growth
I don’t throw money, I left the playhouse throwin’ racks out the door
I don’t throw money, I’m at the bank house throwing racks on the floor
I love you in every form, I told you I ain’t playing
Don’t leave me, don’t leave me, mami, let me know you’re still praying
Yeah, this time, I want everything, need more money, more diamonds
This time, I want everything, I’ma guarantee that you smiling
Don’t leave me, don’t leave me, me, me, yeah, hold on, let me explain, yeah
I’ma put this on everything, I’ma put
Them niggas know they ain’t Sniper Gang, that’s on everything
I’ma kill a nigga ‘bout a tennis chain, that’s on everything
A million interior and that’s on everything
I just want everything

Doja Cat & Tyga – Freaky Deaky

Doja Cat & Tyga – Freaky Deaky Lyrics
Freaky Deaky Lyrics, lETRA:

Chorus: Doja Cat
I’ve been feelin’ freaky deaky
You’re on your way to see me
Got the mirror on the ceiling
You’re in the mood to please me
I’ve been feelin’ freaky deaky
You’re on your way to see me
Got the mirror on the ceiling
You’re in the mood to please me, yeah

Verse 1: Tyga
Uh, my lil’ shawty always on time (Time)
I pick you up, come outside, take you for a ride (Ride)
Body like December, ass on summertime (Ayy, ayy)
Take off the top (Ooh, ooh), sweet Carolinе (Woo)
Meet my jeweler, put icе on that (That)
Ayy, two diamond chains, what’s the price on that? (That)
When you worth what you worth, I invest in that (Yeah)
Itty-bitty waist but your ass so fat (Yeah)
Let me slide in it, Wayne Gretzky (Ayy)
Let me see it bounce like a jet ski, ayy (Ayy)
I know you wishing he was like me (Like me)
Late night, callin’ me for some good D, ayy

Chorus: Doja Cat
I’ve been feelin’ freaky deaky
You’re on your way to see me
Got the mirror on the ceiling
You’re in the mood to please me
I’ve been feelin’ freaky deaky
You’re on your way to see me
Got the mirror on the ceiling
You’re in the mood to please me, yeah
Post-Chorus: Tyga and Doja Cat
Ah, back it up (Mmm)
Make me back it up, back it up, back it up for you (Ayy, ayy)
I wanna see you back it up
See, I can back it up, back it up, back it up for you
Mmm, gon’ ‘head, back it up
So, let me back it up, back it up, back it up for you
Mmm, gon’ ‘head, back it up
I can back it up, back it up, back it up for you (Ah, ayy, ayy)

Verse 2: Doja Cat
See, that’s my type, I’ma cop flights (Hey)
You could break a back and I could put it on rice
I got sleeping issues so I do it all night
Boy, give me a show and put the pussy on ice
Keep your eyes shut, I’ma go tough (I’ma)
He don’t want an “If” or an “And,” just butt
Don’t give me a “Miss” or a “Ma’am,” just “Slut”
Boy, just let me switch up on your ass and fuck
‘Cause we frustrated, they all make love
It’s so overrated, just come over (Come on)
I’m over wit’ it, I’m all messed up (Come on)
I’m goin’ crazy, all on my tongue ‘cause

Chorus: Doja Cat
I’ve been feelin’ freaky deaky
You’re on your way to see me
Got the mirror on the ceiling
You’re in the mood to please me
I’ve been feelin’ freaky deaky
You’re on your way to see me
Got the mirror on the ceiling
You’re in the mood to please me, yeah
Verse 3: Tyga
Uh, black Barbie, perfect and you gnarly (Yeah)
I raise the stakes for you and bet all it (Whoa)
Put some respect on my name, I get you poppin’ (Yeah)
Don’t leave your girl around me, I got options (Yeah)
Ain’t no stoppin’ the ball
She wanna take it off for me, in her new Dior
Wanna touch it, wanna grab it, wanna lick it, wanna ride it
I get so infatuated and erotic wit’ you
Take a shot, we intoxicated (Woo)
Taste so sweet, lick the rapper, baby (Ha)
She never was a freak and she said, “You made me” (Yeah)
Forever, forever, ever, juicy, baby

Chorus: Doja Cat and Tyga
I’ve been feelin’ freaky deaky
You’re on your way to see me
Got the mirror on the ceiling (On the ceiling)
You’re in the mood to please me
I’ve been feelin’ freaky deaky (Yeah, yeah)
You’re on your way to see me (Oh, baby, yeah)
Got the mirror on the ceiling (Oh, baby, yeah)
You’re in the mood to please me, yeah (Ayy)

Post-Chorus: Tyga and Doja Cat
Ah, back it up (Mmm)
Make me back it up, back it up, back it up for you
I wanna see you back it up
See, I can back it up, back it up, back it up for you
Mmm, gon’ ‘head, back it up
So, let me back it up, back it up, back it up for you
Mmm, gon’ ‘head, back it up
So, I can back it up, back it up, back it up for you
Outro: Doja Cat
Hahaha
Ayy, yeah, I’m feelin’ freaky deaky
Tyga, uh, Doja, let’s go wild

OhGeesy – Go Fast

OhGeesy – Go Fast Lyrics
Go Fast Lyrics, lETRA:

Chorus: OhGeesy
200 on the dash, go fast
For the Goyard bag, she gon’ go fast
Murder that pussy, I toe tag it
I be in mine, you should get in your bag
200 on the dash, go fast
For the Goyard bag, she gon’ go fast
Murder that pussy, I toe tag it
I be in mine, you should get in your bag

Verse 1: OhGeesy
I be in my bag, you should get in yours
Christian Dior, I forget the stores
They took one of mine, I’ma take some more
We gon’ flame a nigga up, like some smores
If you beef with the opps, then I fuck with you
If you said that it’s beef, then it’s up with you
If I call you my bro, I’m stuck with you
Hit a bitch, tell her “Bye, I don’t fuck with you”
Hit a bitch one time, never call back
Bitch, you doin’ too much, bеtter fall back
Hit a bitch one time, nеver call back
Bit-bitch, you doin’ too much, better fall back, ay

Chorus: OhGeesy, Eladio Carrion
200 on the dash, go fast
For the Goyard bag, she gon’ go fast
Murder that pussy, I toe tag it
I be in mine, you should get in your bag
Son doscientos en el dash, solo cash (Krr, krr)
For that Goyard bag, she gon’ go fast (Kuh)
2021, G-Class (Woh, woh)
I be in mine, you should be in your bag (Prra)
Verse 2: Eladio Carrion
A doscientas millas como Bad Bunny (Mmm)
El mejor del mundo ya me dice Kaponi (Hey!)
She wanna go fast, como Ricky Bobby (Prr-prr-prr)
Dale mami, twerk that ass, yo te tiro money (Damn!)
Por este bulto Goyard (Goyard), yeah
Yo sé que ella me va a follar (Follar), yeah
Y yo sé que tiene un macho pero yo le doy este bicho
Esta’ puta’ no son loyal (Ey, ey)
Tengo un, do’ palo’ en el baúl (Un’-do’, un’-do’)
Vienen desde el medio oriente Fatmagül (Fatmagül)
Tengo tre’, cuatro puta’ en el putero (Tre’-cuatro’)
Que se besan sin yo soltarles dinero
Tengo cinco o seis goony en la Cherokee (Pew-pew)
Siete o ocho magazine’, toda’ tienen chips
Nueve, picky’ en el sistema
Mueve, mueve, esa’ ‘e mi nena
Mueve, pew-pew

Outro: OhGeesy & Eladio Carrion
200 on the dash, go fast (Pra)
For the Goyard bag, she gon’ go fast (Hey!)
Murder that pussy, I toe tag it (Woo)
I be in mine, you should get in your bag (Paw)
Son doscientos en el dash, solo cash (Krr, krr)
For that Goyard bag, she gon’ go fast (Kuh)
2021, G-Class (Woh)
I be in mine, you should be in your bag (Prra)

Foolio – Free Shiesty

Foolio – Free Shiesty Lyrics
Free Shiesty Lyrics, Letra:

Intro
(According to a spokesman)
(Ayo Manzz)
6

Verse 1
Stolen car, riding with my niggas, shooting buckets (Ayy)
Glock in my Amiris, I’ll set it off in public (Uhh)
Sipping Wockiana, Dr. Pepper, extra muddy (Uhh)
Bitch I’m super slimy, free Pooh Shiesty, better not trust me (Pooh Shiesty)
Bogetti chains hang, cartier, my shit bussing
On the road doing shows, but big A
? (A
?)
Remember I was broke, Air Force 1s they was dusty
If you play with my heart, eighteen wheeler, keep it trucking
Doing voodoo shout out magic, flipping shit like acrobatics
Ride with assassins, hope out jumping just like rabbits
Just like Webbie I’m a savage, if it’s smoke I let you have it
Out in public check your static, heard he died bout a status
I been getting busy in the big F-150
Vеrt got a Hemi, got me speeding past the limit
I just spot a opp, drop thе top, let’s get busy
Speed in the coupe, out the roof, when we spinning
Think I own a farm, I got birds dusting chickens
Pray to God daily cause I know He see me sinning
Thanking God daily, He the reason why I’m winning
Just put on my switch (ftt, ftt) now it’s a semi
Last nigga died all that motherfucking dissing
Rebecca overdosed in that motherfucking kitchen
These niggas act like hoes, they some undercover bitches
That nigga gave a statement, he a undercover witness
Got a big ass Glock and that bitch speaks bars
Bartender we got shots, Janitor we got mops
We the reason that the city litty, we got this bitch hot
We the reason that they sinning, spinning, cause they homie dropped
Sliding back to back, we back to back, we back to back
Mack in the hat, say he a shooter but he shat
Two-forty on the dash, sports mode in the skat
It’s all fun and games till we turn you to a pack
This shit voodoo, this shit magic, how my dog turn rat?
This shit tragic, this shit magic, how a snake turn cat?
When I’m in the booth, speak the truth, all facts
Stressing, free JB, nigga free lil Cracka Jack
Outro
All of the head freestyle

THEMXXNLIGHT – Ash Ketchum

THEMXXNLIGHT – Ash Ketchum Lyrics
Ash Ketchum Lyrics, Letra:

Intro
Gotta catch ‘em all, yeah

Chorus
Hop in the whip, it go zoom, aye
Hundred bitches on the block
They see all my diamonds they flock
My shooters takin’ all the shots
They lovin’ me ‘cause I’m famous
THEMXXNLIGHT switchin’ phases
Sledgren on the beat
So bitches know that it’s heat
Hop out of the ‘rari
Checkmate from the start
I know that we just meet but I’m still tryna fuck
Zoey, Becky, Chloe, Sarah
Want them all, want them all
Steal your girl, that’s not my fault, aye
Want them all
Gotta catch ‘em all

Verse
I hit a lick, just took a trip
Fell in love with a Brazilian bitch
If she turn around, yeah, I’ma hit
Then I’ma leave hеr a hunnid K tip
Baby, you know I go deep when I’m inside
You been addicted to this dick, want that for lifе
Took a pic with my side bitch
Threw it up on the ‘Gram
Hit it and quit it, she sendin’ me DM’s
Turned that chick to a fan
I’m stuck on a line, I’m one of a kind
If there was a hundred of me, you know I’d be fuckin’ hundred at a time
I got Gucci on my toes
TikTok for the hoes
Yeah, they all on my boat
And they twerkin’ for a show
Now they callin’ me the Goat
I’m a beast when I’m in my zone
Yeah, it’s time for me the go
Took your girl coast to coast
Chorus
Hop in the whip, it go zoom, aye
Hundred bitches on the block
They see all my diamonds they flock
My shooters takin’ all the shots
They lovin’ me ‘cause I’m famous
THEMXXNLIGHT switchin’ phases
Sledgren on the beat
So bitches know that it’s heat
Hop out of the ‘rari
Checkmate from the start
I know that we just meet but I’m still tryna fuck
Zoey, Becky, Chloe, Sarah
Want them all, want them all
Steal your girl, that’s not my fault, aye
Want them all
Gotta catch ‘em all

Outro
Want them all
(Gotta catch ‘em all)
Oh yeah
Want them all
Gotta catch ‘em all

DDG – Elon Musk

DDG – Elon Musk Lyrics
Elon Musk Lyrics, Letra:

Intro: DDG
(Whole lotta money in the safe, don’t worry ‘bout us)
(I got the recipe, cook it up)

Chorus: DDG
Whole lotta money in the safe, don’t worry ‘bout us (Don’t worry ‘bout us)
I got a bad bitch in my place, she don’t care if I touch (She don’t care if I touch)
We just fucked, but I can’t stay, but she still my crush (But she still my crush)
This smoke gon’ take me straight to space, like I’m Elon Musk (Elon Musk)
Elon Musk (Elon Musk), like I’m Elon Musk (Elon Musk)
This smoke gon’ take me straight to space, like I’m Elon Musk (Elon Musk)
Whole lotta money in the safe, don’t worry ‘bout us (Don’t worry ‘bout us)
I got a bad bitch in my place, she don’t care if I touch (She don’t care if I touch)

Verse 1: DDG
Hit the blunt and I’m stuck, ayy
I don’t give no fucks, ayy
Float away, I took a break and I’m geekin’
So goin’ up, and all these niggas is peeking
Book a private jet, I fly out the region (Mm-mm)
Put a hundred on the dash in the demon
I know she gon’ stick around for a reason
She know she can make it back off the semen
Back to back Maybachs, me and Gunna on a double date (Slatt)
I’m too real, I can’t cap, I ain’t gotta lie, I only state facts (Cap)
We know you not a killer, you’s not that nigga, you just got a face tat’
I’m smokin’ on gorilla, and that chinchilla
Maybach seat lay flat (Yeah)

Bridge: DDG
Flyin’ through the one, the one I need a race (Race)
Yeah, I just hit my blunt, I feel like I’m in space (Space)
Yeah, no more savin’ hoes, I just returned my cape (My cape, yeah)
I just want a billion like Elon and Ye (Skat!)

Chorus: DDG, Gunna & Both
Whole lotta money in the safe, don’t worry ‘bout us (Don’t worry ‘bout us)
I got a bad bitch in my place, she don’t care if I touch (She don’t care if I touch)
We just fucked, but I can’t stay, but she still my crush (But she still my crush)
This smoke gon’ take me straight to space, like I’m Elon Musk (Elon Musk)
Elon Musk (Elon Musk), like I’m Elon Musk (Elon Musk)
This smoke gon’ take me straight to space, like I’m Elon Musk (Elon Musk)
Whole lotta money in the safe, don’t worry ‘bout us (Don’t worry ‘bout us)
I got a bad bitch in my place, she don’t care if I touch (She don’t care if I touch)

Verse 2: Gunna
Come to my crib, everything like a museum, please don’t touch (Don’t touch)
Take a Tesla pill, and it’s startin’ to make me feel like Elon Musk (Elon Musk)
In the Winter, I showed you real deal, yeah, that’s on us (On us)
You ain’t gotta pinch me, I know you rich, yeah, it ain’t no luck (No luck)
Bust it in on my wrist, not the cuffs
Gunna richer than Deputy Duck (Yeah)
Had a thousand more ways to make money (Make money)
I been pushin’ it P, and it’s stuck (Pushin’)
How a nigga thought it would be over when we started comin’?
And now they end up
(How a nigga thought it would be over when we started comin’?)
(And now they end up)

Bridge: Gunna
Whole lotta money callin’ my name, I don’t know who to trust
It’s a whole lotta dummies on that truck, he ain’t no plug (Slatt)
The difference between me and your man, yeah, he’s a scrub (Scrub)
White makin’ that Phantom Rolls Royce same color a dove

Chorus: DDG, Gunna & Both
Whole lotta money in the safe, don’t worry ‘bout us (Don’t worry ‘bout us)
I got a bad bitch in my place, she don’t care if I touch (She don’t care if I touch)
We just fucked, but I can’t stay, but she still my crush (But she still my crush)
This smoke gon’ take me straight to space, like I’m Elon Musk (Elon Musk)
Elon Musk (Elon Musk), like I’m Elon Musk (Elon Musk)
This smoke gon’ take me straight to space, like I’m Elon Musk (Elon Musk)
Whole lotta money in the safe, don’t worry ‘bout us (Don’t worry ‘bout us)
I got a bad bitch in my place, she don’t care if I touch (She don’t care if I touch)

Outro: DDG & Gunna
(Touch, touch, touch, touch, touch)