Mary J. Blige – Rent Money

Mary J. Blige – Rent Money Lyrics
Rent Money Lyrics, Letra:

Verse 1: Mary J. Blige
This isn’t love, this is roulette
I just want back what I put into this
And then I’ll keep movin’
All of my chips on the table
‘Cause I never got what I came for
Not leaving ‘til I am stable

Pre-Chorus: Mary J. Blige
I spent everything on ya
Spent my energy on ya
Put that loyalty on ya
I ain’t got nothing left
I’m in over my head
Now I’m barely breathing
You know you the reason
Just tryna break even
You must be used to me spending

Chorus: Mary J. Blige
Look now my rent money due
I spent everything fuckin’ with you, oh
They say you win some, you win some, you lose
All I got is rеnt money due
Fucking with you
Verse 2: Mary J. Blige
I just want back what I came with
Ain’t no sеnse throwing no shade
Pointing a finger in blame
I knew the risk
Soon as we kissed
Wasn’t no even exchange
You treat everyone like they are famous
Every girl like she’s the main chick, amazing

Pre-Chorus: Mary J. Blige
I spent everything on ya
Spent my energy on ya
Put that loyalty on ya
I ain’t got nothing left
I’m in over my head
Now I’m barely breathing
You know you the reason
Just tryna break even
You must be used to me spending

Chorus: Mary J. Blige
Look now my rent money due
I spent everything fuckin’ with you, oh
They say you win some, you win some, you lose
All I got is rent money due
Fucking with you
Verse 3: Dave East
Goddamn the rent money due
Tanqueray, spilling gin and juice
Feeling like I’m Snoop
Phone out, she recording
Just so she can get the proof
It was all good when we was in the mood
But I scratched that
Nothing on me regular
Louis Vuitton backpack
Shanks on she ain’t got her own
She gotta match that
Focused on the future, I don’t backtrack
That rent money due
I take credit, cash, debit, even CashApp
Fifties, we spendin’ hundreds, we stash that
It’s hard to trust them, I wanted to stab that
Now I’m just looking past that
I hope you got your own
No more asking me where your cab at
Asking me what I’m mad at
Smoking and then I pass that

Bridge: Mary J. Blige
What more do you want from me? (Want from me)
You can’t help my sanity (No, no)
I gave you my best
There ain’t nothing left
This can’t be reality
I’m picking up the pieces of the puzzle
Here all by myself, yeah
I can’t even wish you well
Chorus: Mary J. Blige
Look now my rent money due
I spent everything fuckin’ with you, oh
They say you win some, you win some, you lose
All I got is rent money due
Fucking with you

Cakal & Reckol – Benimle Gel

Cakal & Reckol – Benimle Gel Lyrics
Benimle Gel Lyrics, Letra:

“Benimle Gel” için şarkı sözleri

Giriş: Reckol
Benimle gel, uyanmak zor çünkü
Uzun gecem ve seni düşündüm istemeden
(Goaty)
(Oggie)
Kırdıysam ki kırdım
(Itadakimasu)
Ehlileşmem gerek
Hayır, benim mührüm bu

Nakarat: Reckol
Benimle gel, uyanmak zor çünkü
Uzun gecem ve seni düşündüm istemeden
Kırdıysam ki kırdım
Ehlileşmem gerek
Hayır, benim mührüm bu

Verse 1: Cakal
Hacım, yorulmadım hiç
Yakaladım başarıyı aşkla, darılmadım hiç
Tüm sorununuz paraydı, neden sarılmadınız?
Birbirinizi incitmekten hiç uyutmadınız
Lan! uyutmadınız, wow
Bebeğim, derdini söyle
Ellerim birden bağlandı
Sensizken her şey yapayalnız, ya da anlamsız ya da manasız (wow)
Gece uyanıp zirveye gelsem düşmekten korkmam sen itersen
Sana soru sormam sana güvenirsem
Yanımda dur hep yaramı sararsan
Küçük oyunlarımı büyük yakalarsan
Paranoyalarıma kara kalem atarsan
Geri geri dönemedim ya yakalanırsam
Neden eve dönemiyo’n aklın karışık, wow
Kendim yaptım karışım
Dert tasa vede biraz insan barışı
Çözümünü bulamıyo’m mahallede tur atıp ben
Nakarat: Reckol
Benimle gel, uyanmak zor çünkü
Uzun gecem ve seni düşündüm istemeden
Kırdıysam ki kırdım
Ehlileşmem gerek
Hayır, benim mührüm bu
Benimle gel, uyanmak zor çünkü
Uzun gecem ve seni düşündüm istemeden
Kırdıysam ki kırdım
Ehlileşmem gerek
Hayır, benim mührüm bu

Verse 2: Reckol
Seni yordum mu farkındayım, kimdeydi sorun?
Tüm şişeler artık bak benim, geçmişim hep is, pas, kir dolu (ya, ya)
Sadece deniyordum, nefes alıyordum, beni duyuyo’n mu? (haa)
Öpüşüm belki, görüşüm net değil ama hep bakışım netti
Bu pislik beni içine hapsetti, ben de parasını alıp gasp ettim
Öyle değil böyle oynanır, yalan ettim üstüne mahvettim
Delinin tekiyle oyun olmaz, baby konduramam tek nokta
O kadar sahibiyim kontak, çözülür her işim o an

Nakarat: Reckol
Benimle gel, uyanmak zor çünkü
Uzun gecem ve seni düşündüm istemeden
Kırdıysam ki kırdım
Ehlileşmem gerek
Hayır, benim mührüm bu
Benimle gel, uyanmak zor çünkü
Uzun gecem ve seni düşündüm istemeden
Kırdıysam ki kırdım
Ehlileşmem gerek
Hayır, benim mührüm bu-Lyrics-Letra

Manuel

HUN

– Zombi

Manuel

HUN

– Zombi Lyrics
Zombi Lyrics, Letra:

“Zombi” dalszöveg

Intro
Holnap erre lehet, nem emlékszem
És soha többet nem iszok, már megint megígértem
Egy valamit tegyetek meg értem
Ha nem leszek itt, mondjátok el mindenkinek, éltem

Refrén
Gyere velem kislány
Rajta vagy a babymama listán
Halott ez a buli, meg a nevem is a kriptán (Krr-pow)
Spanom vagy, ha már eleget ittál
Nulla negatív, meg két liter vodka
Te voltál a gyógyszer, a szívem darabokban áll
Mеgöl a hiányod
Miattad olyan vagyok, baby, mint egy élőhalott

  1. verze
    Nеm lépek a fékre, nem vagyok Bеrki
    Ez egy teszt itt, hozzátok a bestied
    Ő is úgy ugrál rajtam itt, mint egy delfin
    Pedig nem akarok semmit, neki tetszik
    Nem vagy egy wifey type
    Én meg szerencsére nem vagyok egy husband
    Kereszt lóg a nyakában, de álszent
    Kereszt lóg a nyakában, de ál-
    Előrefrén
    Holnap erre lehet, nem emlékszem
    És soha többet nem iszok, már megint megígértem
    Egy valamit tegyetek meg értem
    Ha nem leszek itt, mondjátok el mindenkinek, éltem

Refrén
Gyere velem kislány
Rajta vagy a babymama listán
Halott ez a buli, meg a nevem is a kriptán (Krr-pow)
Spanom vagy, ha már eleget ittál
Nulla negatív, meg két liter vodka
Te voltál a gyógyszer, a szívem darabokban áll
Mеgöl a hiányod
Miattad olyan vagyok, baby, mint egy élőhalott

  1. verze
    Egyedül, egyedül, egyedül akarok lenni
    Egyedül veled, de már nem tudok semmit tenni
    Alexander McQueen és egy Fendi
    Oké, oké, képben vagyok reggel, na, de meddig?
    Mennem kell, vár a stage, bebaszok
    Szerettem és szeretném, a szíve zord
    Tőled nem érdemlek szeretetet
    Beleégett minden a fejembe, amit tettem
    Van nálam ADHD, PTSD, ami kell
    Alvilági vagyok, ne mentsetek meg
    Alszok egyet, remélem, nem kelek fel
    Átvezető
    Hideg ez az út
    0-24-ben csak a stu
    R.I.P The Woo
    És R.I.P to Juice

Refrén
Gyere velem kislány
Rajta vagy a babymama listán
Halott ez a buli, meg a nevem is a kriptán (Krr-pow)
Spanom vagy, ha már eleget ittál
Nulla negatív, meg két liter vodka
Te voltál a gyógyszer, a szívem darabokban áll
Mеgöl a hiányod
Miattad olyan vagyok, baby, mint egy élőhalott-Lyrics-Letra

Fivio Foreign, Kanye West & Alicia Keys – City of Gods

Fivio Foreign, Kanye West & Alicia Keys – City of Gods Lyrics
City of Gods Lyrics, Letra:

Chorus: Alicia Keys & Playboi Carti
New York City, please go easy on me tonight
New York City, please go easy on this heart of mine (What?)

Verse 1: Fivio Foreign & Playboi Carti
Yeah, look, huh, nigga, this my shit
Welcome to the city of Gods (What?)
Pop was the king of New York, now I’m the nigga in charge
Only the drillers, the city is ours
We found out the opps and we pick ‘em apart
I give ‘em my time so I give ‘em my heart
If the city love me, then I’m really a star (What?)

Chorus: Alicia Keys
New York City, please go easy on me tonight
Nеw York City, please go easy on this hеart of mine
‘Cause I’m losing my lover to the arms of another
New York City, please go easy on me

Verse 2: Fivio Foreign & Playboi Carti
Yeah, look, this is the city of money and violence
Everything we do is gon’ come with a challenge
Every bitch you fuck is gon’ come with a balance (What?)
Every shooter with me is coming in silence (What?)
And you niggas better pick a side (Better pick a side)
You niggas side hoppin’ (You niggas side hoppin’)
If I want ‘em to not let you come into the city, it’s my option (Baow)
This is the home of the fly shoppin’ (Yeah)
This where the bitches gon’ watch pockets (Yeah)
When I’m on TV, I gotta look good
‘Cause I know the whole block watchin’
If you chill with the opps, we is not vibing
If I see ‘em in person, we Fox 5 ‘em
Yeah, the police is on us, we not stoppin’
(Yeah, the police is on us, we not stoppin’, nah)
This is the town of the big drip (Big drip), smooth talk (Smooth talk, ha)
Milly Rock (Milly Rock), Shmoney Dance (Shmoney Dance), Woo Walk (Woo)
You will not survive being too soft (No)
Been a long time, we took a new loss (No)
Shooters shootin’ ‘til we got a new corpse (Baow)
If we stop then we lettin’ it cool off (Baow, boom)
Chorus: Alicia Keys
New York City, please go easy on me tonight
New York City, please go easy on this heart of mine
‘Cause I’m losing my lover to the arms of another
New York City, please go easy on me

Verse 3: Kanye West & Playboi Carti
We went off the grid (What?)
We ain’t watch the throne, we took it
We went viral on ‘em, they lookin’
It’s a Sunday Service in Brooklyn (What?)
It’s the city that come with the lights
I’m with the drillers that come with the night
They ain’t do four years in college, but they’ll do twenty-five to life
We make money every night (What?)
Never too big of a price (What?)
After I buy the Chicago Bulls (What?), I’ma go and link with Mike (What?)
And if I let ‘em have my wife, niggas should thank me
With this Balenciaga and Balenci’ boots and a new blue Yankee
This is Ye, I’m so focused, throw on a mask, no COVID
I’ma turn your life to a meme, let Justin LaBoy post it
You got a album? Postpone it
I drop two and they both going
I got a feeling they in they feelings
They filmin’ a show, but won’t show it
You gotta watch me in slow motion, I’m in that wide-body Benz
I go back to college, do an album, and then drop out again
Took me a minute to get here, my vision is crystal clear
Ayy, Fivi’, excuse me, but this the feature of the year
I feel like Sinatra in these streets, me and Drizzy, we at peace
This the backpack with the Polo and the first Jesus piece
I’m from the Chi’ but I’m always New York
In the city, they treat me like Jesus is walkin’
I been through the pain and all of the torment
I’m sayin’ His name, I make that important (What?)
Now it’s time to give ‘em hell
Ask my staff, I pay ‘em well
This afternoon, a hundred goons pullin’ up to SNL (What?)
When I pull up, it’s dead on arrival
They act like they love you, they don’t even like you
They throw a party, won’t even invite you
I seen the same thing happen to Michael
When you black and you rich, they sayin’ you psycho (What?)
It’s like a cycle
If you text me anything hype, you better text back and say it’s a typo
The city of Gods, no city is like you
This the new New York, Ye is the GOAT
Fivi’ is viral and this is the B.I.B.L.E (What?)
Chorus: Alicia Keys & Playboi Carti
New York City, please go easy on me tonight (What the fuck? The fuck?)
(What the fuck?) New York City, please go easy on this heart of mine
‘Cause I’m losing my lover to the arms of another
New York City, please go easy on me

Outro: Alicia Keys
Don’t leave me, go easy, go easy, go easy
Don’t leave me, go easy, go easy, go easy
Don’t leave me, go easy, go easy, go easy
New York City, please go easy on me

Trap King (DZ) – DICTATOR 2

Trap King (DZ) – DICTATOR 2 Lyrics
DICTATOR 2 Lyrics, Letra

LYRICS :

Ghir win tchof elcamera ts’ercell
GORILLA 3o9da darlek el felfel
Arwah bik w eli bihom tetkel
Tkhroj men wla men tetbrekal
Lsank hafi lsani menjal
Nhar nhbes el rap tethjal
M3aya tetbhdal kol ma trjel
Meme tghol9li el l3eb nsjel
Nwasik 9bel mtclashini avant
Kheli f darkom testanon
Ana n’rapi intelligemment
Ntmenyek bik récalment
Rasi skhon chghol kokota
Undisputed kima GERVONTA
DICTATOR 3o9da mzebotta
Ana rbeht el biff w nta el tota
Lyom z3afi fik nfergho
9edrak fo9 el beat nmergho
Les clash’ ta3kom ga3 ydaghdghou
RAP GAME ta3kom reni madghou
Rak tiri b tireboulette 3la char
Kol ma nrépodit nban hgar
Ntle9 teaser wjhak ysfar
Lktiba ta3k istihmar
N3ref rejal ta3ref SANFARA
Sahbi KLAY, sahbek sefara
Mani ta3 kholta ma nheb dsara
Tclashini dir mokhatra
رغم المؤامرة نبقى في الصدارة
بدون خسارة بكل جدارة
انا الحاضر و انت الباطل
نيكلك غشاء البكارة
Lkbir f les fan’ ta3k maximum y9ra f lycée
3endk les punche’ fragil 3la tibia ta3 DJIBRIL CISSÉ
Ng3rak b scoor lourd meme ndkhol nel3blak meblissé
Niko f el aller w f el retour jamais ykhlaso les missiles

Nicki Minaj & Lil Baby – Bussin

Nicki Minaj & Lil Baby – Bussin Lyrics
Bussin Lyrics, Letra:

Verse 1: Nicki Minaj & Lil Baby
Yeah, my connect just now sent my wrist back
Tell these bitches, “Give my drip back”
Strawberry Ferrari, whip that
Like to look back when he h-h-h-h-hit that
Ass and thighs, that’s where I’m thick at
Told his ex she ain’t gettin’ that dick back
I call Baby, “Yo, where that stick at?”
Tell that boy come get his shit back
If they act up, we gon’ fix that
My new nigga ain’t with that chit-chat
You know you ain’t gettin’ your bitch back
Yeah, I do it, bitch, I did that
Wish a bitch would, I ain’t takin’ my wish back (Woo)
This cost half a ticket, plus tax
Big ol’ Draco for a mishap
It say “Barbie” on my wrist tat’
I ain’t at the bus stop, but my niggas bust back (Bust back)

Chorus: Nicki Minaj
VVS’s bu-bu-bussin’
Ass so fat, it’s bu-bu-bussin’
Bag so full, it’s bu-bu-bussin’
Drivin’ foreigns, bitches bussin’ (Queen)

Verse 2: Lil Baby & Nicki Minaj
We run shit, no question
Bad lil’ bitch get wet, I’m bussin’
Don’t like good boys, I like hustlers
I don’t talk a lot, I got a few questions
I’m that guy, don’t miss your blеssings
Life’s too short to be ‘round herе stressin’
Ass so fat, when she walk, dress lift up
Nobody move but us, it’s a stickup (Brr)
SF90 sound like it got hiccups
No matter what, when I call, I pick up
Tell me all the business, I ain’t spillin’ my teacup
Go to sleep in Paris, wakin’ up in Mykonos
I’ma lil’ busy, go shoppin’ ‘til I finish
Send-send me with an AMEX, I don’t need a limit
Every-every bit of seven hundred, this is not a rental
Yellow-yellow Lamborghini coupe, this is not a lemon
Chorus: Nicki Minaj
VVS’s bu-bu-bussin’
Ass so fat, it’s bu-bu-bussin’
Bag so full, it’s bu-bu-bussin’
Drivin’ foreigns, bitches bussin’ (Queen)

Verse 3: Nicki Minaj & Lil Baby
I’m tryna ball, I just copped me some hoops
Blonde on my inches, brown on the roots
Can-candy apple sticky, red Bach, not the fruit
Co-copped me them cute double C’s on my boot (Ah)
I’ma lil’ busy, go shoppin’ ‘til I finish
Send-send me with an AMEX, I don’t need a limit
Every-every bit of seven hundred, this is not a rentalYellow-yellow Lamborghini coupe, this is not a lemon
I fuck him like a boss, Dolce Gabbana scarf
Burberry, ask Siri, I don’t ever take a loss
Big whips, I like his drip, big stick, a hundred clips
If it’s givin’ what it’s ‘posed to, I might put it on the lip (Woo)

Chorus: Nicki Minaj
VVS’s bu-bu-bussin’
Ass so fat, it’s bu-bu-bussin’
Bag so full, it’s bu-bu-bussin’
Drivin’ foreigns, bitches bussin’
VVS’s bu-bu-bussin’
Ass so fat, it’s bu-bu-bussin’
Bag so full, it’s bu-bu-bussin’
Drivin’ foreigns, bitches bussin’ (Queen)

MC INSANE – Tera Banda

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MC INSANE – Tera Banda Lyrics
Tera Banda Lyrics, Letra

Intro
Yeaa, yeaa, yeaaa, yeaahhh
Main hun tera tera banda
Yeaa, yeaa, yeaaa, yeaahhh (Ohoooo)

Verse 1
Gaadi lelu tere raaste phir mod dun
Main type karun thoda phir chhod dun
Dil tera toota do hisse me
Main tera banda aaja phir se jod dun
Tu hoti mere saath tab main hota hun
Ab nahi hai tera haath toh main rota hun
Tu sapno me aake mere paas rahe
Iss umeed me raat ko sota hun
Tu ho meri bandi
Na koyi paawandi
Teri hogi life, wahan teri hogi marzi
Hum pyaar toh karenge, par thoda toh ladenge
Lele meri kasam, saath hi rahenge
Mera nasha, meri jaan, meri shaam hai tu
Pata nahi mere kis kaam ke inaam hai tu
Dus se ho baat par ye tujhse hi hota hai
Bande ko jo hua, wo tujhe nahi hota hai

Chorus
Yeaa, yeaa, yeaaa, yeaahhh
Main hun tera tera banda
Yeaa, yeaa, yeaaa, yeaahhh
Main hun tera tera banda
Yeaa, yeaa, yeaaa, yeaahhh
Main hun tera tera banda
Yeaa, yeaa, yeaaa, yeaahhh (Ohoooo)
Verse 2
Manzil ho ek, bhale raaste ho 2
Close karun gap, agar faasle ho ton
Tu soche, teri baatein nahi hoti
Mere kamre se teri maine baatein kari 100
Lesssgoo!
Jis shehar me ek huye hum
Usi sehar ne kar diya humko judaa
Yaara mere pyaar ka level hai antariksh
Tu wo fix hua taara jo kabhi na toota
Jaana maine har dafa liya tera naam
Kya pata koi shaam hoga aakhri
Iss duniya me todunga dum
Main kahun mera pyaar hai aaj bhi

Bridge
Gaadi lelu tere raaste phir mod dun
Main type karun thoda phir chhod dun
Dil tera toota do hisse me
Main tera banda aaja phir se jod dun
Gaadi lelu tere raaste phir mod dun
Main type karun thoda phir chhod dun
Dil tera toota do hisse me
Main tera banda aaja phir se jod dun
Tu hoti mere saath tab main hota hun
Ab nahi hai tera haath toh main rota hun
Tu sapno me aake mere paas rahe
Iss umeed me raat ko sota hun
Chorus
Yeaa, yeaa, yeaaa, yeaahhh
Main hun tera tera banda
Yeaa, yeaa, yeaaa, yeaahhh
Main hun tera tera banda
Main hun tera tera banda
Main hun tera tera bandaaa

Outro
Ye janamdin mubarak ho
Ye janamdin mubarak ho
Ye janamdin mubarak ho
Ye janamdin mubarak ho
Ye janamdin mubarak ho
Ye janamdin mubarak ho
Ye janamdin mubarak hoa

Instrumental

The Normies Gang – Can You See Me Now

The Normies Gang – Can You See Me Now Lyrics
Can You See Me Now Lyrics, Letra

Awaaaz mein hai bass tabhi naam mein hai Bose bro
Motivation speakeron ke naam badle roz bro
Online class leli, ye Zoom wala course bro
Jo bhi aaya bhidne kiya sar se alag torso
Morse code nahi baatein ek dum face to face
Horse shoes jaisa style hote opps ye nail
Chose head when these kids were chasing tails
If you still can’t see me the better switch to feeling brails
Kaam khatam, studios ye RK
Sau pe bhari padu jaise main Bihar se
Road banadu apne lung mein bhari taar se
Drivе you crazy meri Skoda wali car mein
Goli se nahi hum baton sе hi maarde
Controversial rehte jaise star kids
Punchline sunke karte ahhh yeh orgasmic
Jaise deshdrohi mein yahi the KRK
Jitne bhi doubt mein the
Can you see me now?
Peet peeeche baat kare
Can you see me now?
Been baat saanp bane
Can you see me now?
Beat pe hisaab kare
Can you see me now?
OG yaha saath khade
Can you see me now?
Dikhta nahi baap tujhe
Can you see me now?
Tu baithe khwaab dekhe
Can you see me now, can you see me now, can you see me now?
Can you see me now?
‘Box these idiots’ you can call them TV yo
‘Smelly pussy cats’ like a song by phoebe now
Hitting on your girl hard, colliding meteors
Kabhi thi boli mene rude baat nahi
Samne se le panga, beat you boom bap bhai
Karra kyu rap bhai, sexy punchline gonna soon fap bhai
Tune bhag rahi Mbappe (calm hoja bro)
Hum kare karate maare ye sab kharaate, utaari meri aarti
Flow jaise Ferrari, saucy hai jaise teriyaki, bhid rahe phir ye maraare
Baasi ye hum hain karaare, bina baal je shaakaal hain
Chatur naar se rahu door main hoon Mana Dey
My chickis a 10, Abhishek ke ye bahaane
Fore-men uthaaye teri arthi iss duran
Jab Mike pe aayenge 3 G’s, ye gaana jaise ‘Gennady’
Itne bhi doubt mein the
Can you see me now?
Peet peeeche baat kare
Can you see me now?
Been baat saanp bane
Can you see me now?
Beat pe hisaab kare
Can you see me now?
OG yaha saath khade
Can you see me now?
Dikhta nahi baap tujhe
Can you see me now?
Tu baithe khwaab dekhe
Can you see me now, can you see me now, can you see me now?
Sabki hum lele but bolona ise ‘po*ns’
Ladke yaha hai ‘tait’ par naam mein hain na shawn
Inka kaam bhor dikhaare hum shaan
Sit back bro, click clack boom and you are gone
Maari chalaang Antentokounmpo, dekho fake ho tum toh
Take crutches to limp on, main strong like king kong
Diplomacy no ping pong
Not to be fucked with so use a dildo
Shehri ladko ke chehre pe ghaav gehere, youtube pe naav tere hai
Faltu ka bhaav lere like shaadi ke pehne sehre hai
Pehle se ye log behre hai
Clout ke naam pe thehre hai, wave mein uski taire hai
Inke badan mein aag ye putla raavan ka
Trying fishy tactics, are you cooking salmon now
Cheena inke muh se niwaala, call it famine bro
Bidhne wala bola ‘no mas’ mahina sharavan ka
Itne bhi doubt mein the
Can you see me now?
Peet peeeche baat kare
Can you see me now?
Been baat saanp bane
Can you see me now?
Beat pe hisaab kare
Can you see me now?
OG yaha saath khade
Can you see me now?
Dikhta nahi baap tujhe
Can you see me now?
Tu baithe khwaab dekhe
Can you see me now, can you see me now, can you see me now?

Paper Route Empire & Big Moochie Grape – In Dolph We Trust

Paper Route Empire & Big Moochie Grape – In Dolph We Trust Lyrics
In Dolph We Trust Lyrics, Letra

Intro
(Sosa 808)
Yeah
Yessir
Big Moochie
Gigantic
Yeah (Uh-huh)
Yeah
And this shit Paper Route business, nigga, know what I’m talkin’ ‘bout? (Yessir)
Stupid-ass nigga, know what the fuck goin’ on, nigga, this shit forever gon’ keep goin’ on, I’m talkin’ ‘bout forever ever, nigga
Stupid-ass, let’s go

Verse
Young nigga chasing these millions (Millions)
Got in my bag and I tunneled my vision, uh (I tunneled my vision)
These niggas, they thought I was kidding (What?)
Broke out this shit and it really got serious (It really got serious)
Since a lil’ baby, I been on my business (On my business)
And I’m standin’ ten toes ‘til a nigga come kill me (Ten toes)
Before the mic and the deal, I was dealing (I was dealing)
Before it’s said and done, I’ma make a nigga feel me (Yessir)
New coupe with no ceilings (Skrrt)
Just made a fifty real quickly (Uh)
Beat this shit up in a minute (Yeah)
And I don’t fear no nigga (Uh)
Play and it’s gon’ be a killing (Brrt)
Father God gon’ be my witness (Father God)
Slide on your shit with the fullys and semis (Slide on your shit)
Nigga don’t get away, just know the time ticking (Uh-huh)
Seventy bands on my Rollie, no ticking (Seventy bands)
And it’s Paper Route biz, these niggas know that we the real and the richest
Don’t wanna hear the bullshit, it’s irrelevant (Uh)
Niggas ain’t fuckin’ with me like I’m celibate (Uh)
Been goin’ dumb, but they know I’m intelligent (Uh)
Got on the mic and I been straight ever since (Yessir)
Know I been broke, stayed down and I kept it in (Yeah)
Long live Dolph, yeah, I took a big loss, get your real big bruh, just know we gon’ handle it (Just know we gon’ handle it)
Refrain
Yeah, let a nigga
Play with your name
Or anything
Somebody gon’ die today, uh
Paper Route the gang
Don’t fuck with you lames
Nigga playin’ games
Send them shooters like right away, uh
Let a nigga
Play with your name
Or anything
Somebody gon’ die today, uh
Paper Route the gang
Don’t fuck with you lames
Nigga playin’ games
Send them shooters like right away (Like right away), uh

Outro
Yessir
Uh-huh, uh-huh, yessir
Gigantic
The biggest (Long live Flippa, nigga)
Long live Flippa, nigga
In the name of Dolph, nigga (Uh-huh)
In Dolph we trust, nigga (Uh-huh)
Know what I’m talkin’ ‘bout?
That’s how this shit goin’, nigga
Know what I’m talkin’ ‘bout? (Yeah)
Paper Route the gang, nigga, Paper Route Illuminati, nigga, know what I’m sayin’?
We still standin’ on this shit, nigga, to this day, nigga, know what I’m talkin’ bout? (Gigantic)
This shit’ll never die, nigga, know what I’m talkin’ ‘bout?
Bitch
Yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Oh, yeah

Iayze – Up / 556 (Green Tip)

Iayze – Up / 556 (Green Tip) Lyrics
Up / 556 (Green Tip) Lyrics, Letra:

Part I: Up

Intro
Ayy, bitch
Ayy, bitch, go, go, go (Real Murda Worth shit, bitch, you already know)
Ayy, bitch, go, ayy (You know what the fuck I’m rocking, bitch)
Uh-uh, ayy, turn me up (It getting light, huh, rocking Bentley Bentayga and Balenciaga, I’m the reason they fuck with you, bitch)
Ayy (I’m the reason they fuck with you, bitch)

Verse
Her neck snap, dick, it’s too dope
She like, “Kudos”, I’m like, “Die though” (Bitch)
You can’t spend the night, ho, plus you messy, we might fight, ho (Fight, ho)
Riding around with a Draco, I let the AK sing a recital (Lil’ bitch)
G23 hold twenty-three shots, might as well name that bitch Michael (Lil’ bitch)
D-R-A-C-O, micro (Micro)
These bitches be looking like dyke hoes (Dyke hoes)
On thе block, I’m selling white hoe (Whitе hoe)
I put a junkie on white girl (On white girl)
Put her in Fendi, in Gucci, Chanelly, Chanelly, Chanelly, them white pearls (Pearls)
Fuck all the opps, man, them lil niggas broke
Back to back getting smoked and they die off of girls
I got a hit list, couple of thots on the hit list, no, I won’t cry for a girl
I’m ‘bout my business, put the lil’ bitch in a i8, then I took her for a twirl
Even though I’m on a Percocet itchin’, she believe I could change her world
Slide on an opp, he get hit in his biscuit, now they be screamin’, “It’s his world”
I’m on the road doin’ back to back shows, back to back hoes, been fuckin’ ‘em (Huh)
Baby, it’s love, but you can’t get mine, I just been fuckin’ and duckin’ ‘em (Lil’ bitch)
You just been lovin’ and trustin’ him, that’s the reason why they bust at you (Nigga, uh-huh)
She in the Bentley Bentayga, Balenciaga, I’m the reason they fuck with you (Bitch)
I been going up, up, up, up, up, bitch
Up, up, up, up, up, up, up, bitch, uh
Don’t give a fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, bitch, ayy
Don’t give a fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, bitch, ayy
Hop out the truck, truck, truck, truck, truck, bitch, ayy
He get lit up, up, up, up, up, bitch (Bitch)
I don’t want her, she gon’ suck, suck, suck, suck, suck the clique
He say he gon’ bust, bust, bust, bitch, I’ma bust mine quick (Bitch, ayy)
Part II: 556

Intro
Ayy, bitch, big up Groovy
(One and Only)
He ain’t no Blood, he ain’t this, he ain’t that, he ain’t a Mac, too
Sayin’ this and that, bitch, it’s gon’ get him clapped too
I be like, uhhh, bitch, uhhh

Chorus
I’m talkin’ green tip, 5.56, and a blick too
Oh, he lack? Blick him, blick him, blick you (Nigga)
Oh, we on that shit too, I used to hit licks too
Nigga shot a K at me, okay, but he missed too
He ain’t this, he ain’t that
He ain’t a Blood, he ain’t a Mac
He be saying this and that, it’s gon’ get him clapped too
Ridin’ with a big Mac, bitch, this ain’t no fast food (Bitch)
I just shot a foul ball, it’s good because I made the rules (Nigga)

Verse
That boy sweet as hell, why you think he stayed in school? (Ayy)
I used to bang it out with opps, the police take my tool (Bitch)
I be like “Fuck the wannabes”, they be like, “Iayze a fool”
It ain’t shit to get her on her knees, all I gotta do is keep it cool (Ayy)
Ayy, who is he? (Who is he?)
I like green tip, 5.56, my ARPs (Nigga, ayy)
I like pouring Tris, fuckin’ hoes, and throwing C’s (Bitch, ayy)
She love D’usse, shaking ass, and love smoking my weed (Bitch, ayy)
I use to post up on that block, fifty cent for a single, ain’t have no weed
The i8 I’m in, ain’t came wit’ no keys (Okay, mmmyoom)
She want me save a bitch, I ain’t Christopher Reeves (Bitch, I ain’t no savior, man)
Say she a slut, then she get slut, I get my nut, and then I leave
Chorus
I’m talkin’ green tip, 5.56, and a blick too
Oh, he lack? Blick him, blick him, blick you (Nigga)
Oh, we on that shit too, I used to hit licks too
Nigga shot a K at me, okay, but he missed too
He ain’t this, he ain’t that
He ain’t a Blood, he ain’t a Mac
He be saying this and that, it’s gon’ get him clapped too
Ridin’ with a big Mac, bitch, this ain’t no fast food (Huh, okay)
I just shot a foul ball, it’s good because I made the rules (Nigga, bitch)

Outro
(Ayy)
Think he stayed in school, ayy
Bang it out with opps, the police take my tool, bitch
They be like, “Iayze a fool”
All I gotta do is keep it cool
(Ayy, okay)
(Who is he?, who is he?)-Lyrics-Letra