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Sexyy Red ft. Lil Durk “Hellcats SRTs 2” Lyrics

Sexyy Red ft. Lil Durk “Hellcats SRTs 2” ( Lyrics ) Letra Sexyy Red Sexyy Red ft. Lil Durk “Hellcats SRTs 2” ( Lyrics )

Sexyy Red:
(Young Rari)
Yoom, yoom
It’s Sexyy
Yeah
Bad bitches, we like fast cars
We like niggas that sell drugs with fast cars (Skrrt, skrrt)

Hellcats, SRTs, nigga, come pull up on me
Drive the car fast, do the dash, it make my coochie leak
Real bad bitch sittin’ pretty, thousand for the weave
Fingernails exotic, gotta look cute when I’m smokin’ weed
Trackhawk, say he wanna eat it, put that shit in park (Skrrt)
Bend it over, I’m from St. Louis, say he like my arch
Tell that nigga cash out for a whip if he want my heart
Playin’ with my coochie while he drive, we on our way to Mars

Lil Durk:
(Man what)
Fifty-fifty, split my bill with who? Don’t play with my lil’ bitch
I got booster bitches, don’t steal Amiri, they keep a Nike Tech
Bro ain’t link with Doodie, but I know Sexyy want one night with Dread
Want me to eat her coochie, but I ain’t no goofy, I can’t go for that
C-H-I-C-A-G-O, go, bitch we from the ‘Raq
Smoke before we fuck in the hotel, got my deposit snatched
Nah, this ain’t no Scat, or no Cat, bitch, this just a Track’
Suck it while I’m drivin’, big fault, I just order it back
Can’t be seen when I pull up, I fucked your friend, her shiesty ass
Vanish mode, I did that for a reason, he gon’ meet her there
Leave in the middle of sex, I grab my scale with my lil’ leave her ass
I know your kids fans, but if you plan, I’m down to beat your ass

Sexyy Red:
Hellcats, SRTs, nigga, come pull up on me
Drive the car fast, do the dash, it make my coochie leak
Real bad bitch sittin’ pretty, thousand for the weave
Fingernails exotic, gotta look cute when I’m smokin’ weed
Trackhawk, say he wanna eat it, put that shit in park (Skrrt)
Bend it over, I’m from St. Louis, say he like my arch
Tell that nigga cash out for a whip if he want my heart
Playin’ with my coochie while he drive, we on our way to Mars

You drunk? You swervin’, I’m Sexyy, so he nervous
Bussin’ hooks with my nigga in a foreign, servin’ (Yoom)
R-real bad bitch, ain’t nothin’ average, that’s for certain
He used to can’t handle Big Sexyy, but he learnin’
B-bounce my ass in traffic, you in a hooptie, ho, you lackin’
Pull up in somethin’ fast, you know I bring out all the ratchets
D-drive the Hellcat with no license, I’m a savage
He used to fuck with lames now he fuckin’ with the baddest (Sexyy)

Hellcats, SRTs, nigga, come pull up on me
Drive the car fast, do the dash, it make my coochie leak
Real bad bitch sittin’ pretty, thousand for the weave
Fingernails exotic, gotta look cute when I’m smokin’ weed
Trackhawk, say he wanna eat it, put that shit in park (Skrrt)
Bend it over, I’m from St. Louis, say he like my arch
Tell that nigga cash out for a whip if he want my heart
Playin’ with my coochie while he drive, we on our way to Mars

Hellcats, SRTs, nigga, come pull up on me
Hellcats, SRTs, nigga, come pull up on me
Hellcats, SRTs, nigga, come pull up on me
Hellcats, SRTs, nigga, come and nut in me
Vroom, we out

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Lil Durk – F*CK U THOUGHT Lyrics

Lil Durk – FCK U THOUGHT ( Lyrics Letra) Letra Lil Durk Lil Durk – FCK U THOUGHT ( Lyrics Letra)
Intro
Smurkio, I’m on 2.0, I can’t stop nothin’
(The Melody)
Smurkio, I’m on 2.0, I can’t stop nothin’
(DJ on the beat so it’s a banger)
I’ma give it to ‘em on another level
We on some other shit
Man, what?

Verse 1
Swappin’ murder weapons, this bitch too clean, must be the block gun (Go, go)
I can count yo’ shots with a clear clip, this a black drum (Brrah)
Knew you niggas was different, your mans booked and he ain’t got nothin’ (He ain’t got nothin’)
L’A killer asked can I pay for his lawyer, I should’ve stabbed him (Should’ve stabbed)
Them my baby threats, but they lil’ brothers, they some rascals (Go, they some rascals)
I know you my brother, I ask for money, you makе it a hassle (Yeah, yeah)
High likе Adderalls, they overshaped, somethin’ like the capsules (Go, somethin’ like the capsules)
Fuck her from the back, I grab her throat, she tryna wrestle (Go, go, come here)
Died in front of yo’ bitch, she could’ve saved you, she had a tampon (Go, mhm-mhm)
I’m the only reason you still alive, you better believe it (Go, mhm-mhm)
I be smokin’ dope gas, bro roll up the Chevron (Go, dope)
I done gave ‘em money, they bought cars and weed and Hemron (Go, yeah)
Keep it P, we ain’t run our mouth to no block, this shit Lamron (This shit Lamron, nigga)
Say you ain’t the jakes, but talk to rats all on your platform (This shit Lamron, nigga)
I go hit for hit with your biggest rapper, he only got one (Uh, yeah)
I can go money for money with your biggest rapper, but he ain’t got none (Go, go)
Pre-Chorus
I’m the only thing in the way, they tryna slide on me (Tryna slide on me)
Lil’ bro thirsty to pop out with the Drac’, he ain’t find one (He ain’t find one)
Told lil’ bro I want niggas with names (Go), he ain’t find one (He ain’t find one)
Ask yo’ block who they catch with a name, they ain’t find one (Let’s get it)

Chorus
Fuck you thought? (Go)
You can’t blame me, I done put in too much work (Yeah, yeah)
Fuck you thought? (Yeah)
Only reason they know your name because of Durk (Oh, yeah, yeah)
Fuck you thought? (Yeah)
You tryna slide just to slide, that shit don’t work (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Fuck you thought? (Yeah, man, what?)

Verse 2
You say dead niggas they say what’s back, that shit a boomerang (Go, go, go, pussy)
Don’t go live around me, I’m in war, just make a boomerang (Fan-ass niggas)
Hundred K on veneers, I want a grill, I go to Johnny Dang (Yeah)
I ain’t drop no tears, I’m so serious, ask my mama, gang (Ask my mama, nigga)
Credit was fucked up, I put my Rolls truck in my mama name (Skrrt)
Tried to take a pipe case for my dawg and I was seventeen (Want some more)
Lil’ DOC, ain’t even make it, I put my brother name (I’m on coke)
Hundred bands, it’s fallin’ out every pocket, I need a rubber band (Go, go)
Told Lil Pooda, he better go get it with Mooda (Go), but he ain’t understand (Yeah, yeah)
Ask Lil Boona, that money ain’t hit my account, I did the money dance (Yeah, yeah)
Half the niggas I was fuckin’ with ‘cause they J Money friends
Goin’ West, we damn near caught a flat, we stuck on Hermitage (Go)
How you jump on Clubhouse, tell them niggas what your brother did? (Snitch-ass nigga)
Lawyer great, you should’ve seen they face, I gave her another ten (Gettin’ money, nigga)
I’m nothin’ nice she ask, “Can I cum twice?” I think of another bitch (Yeah)
Eleven kids, I claim my sister kids and all my brother kids (Yeah, yeah, what?)
Pre-Chorus
I’m the only thing in the way, they tryna slide on me (Tryna slide on me)
Lil’ bro thirsty to pop out with the Drac’, he ain’t find one (He ain’t find one)
Told lil’ bro I want niggas with names, he ain’t find one (He ain’t find one)
Ask yo’ block who they catch with a name, they ain’t find one (Let’s get it, go)

Chorus
Fuck you thought? (Go)
You can’t blame me, I done put in too much work (Yeah, yeah)
Fuck you thought? (Yeah)
Only reason they know your name because of Durk (Oh, yeah, yeah)
Fuck you thought? (Yeah)
You tryna slide just to slide, that shit don’t work (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Fuck you thought? (Man, what? Go, go)

Outro
Pussy
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Lil Durk – AHHH HA

Lil Durk – AHHH HA Lyrics
AHHH HA Lyrics, Letra:

Intro
Ayy, this shit like videos, you hear me?
Everything I say in this motherfucker all props (This shit is not real)
Just in case the police listening, you know? (Haha)
Smurk, slide, slide, slide (Man, what?)

Chorus
Don’t respond to shit with Von (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
I’m like, “Fuck it, you tripping, go get your gun” (Let’s get it, yeah, gun)
They dropping locations, I’m getting it done (Woo, woo, woo, gang)
Fuck tweeting, we sliding, the feds will come (Yeah, yeah, yeah, man, what?)
He fucking his bitches (Bitches), them niggas (Niggas) his sons (Let’s get it)
I’m hanging with killers, we breaking a bond (Yeah, yeah, bond)
They really don’t mean it, he say it in songs (Yeah, mean it, say it in songs)
They really don’t mean it, he play it in songs (Bitch, yeah)

Verse 1
We been sliding through they blocks, and they don’t know we have
Buddy ass got shot and we ain’t claim it but I can show his ass (Brrah)
Niggas acting like they really like that since my brodie died (Von)
Just got out the feds, you bring up murders with your police ass
I told Von to leave that bitch alone, she post on OnlyFans (Yeah, eater)
Catch ‘em at the apartments they been in ‘cause that’s our only chance (Brrah)
They don’t be outside like you think, they ass be on the ‘Gram (On gang)
Old opps fucking with my new opps (Brr), oh, man (Brrah)
That shit merched, we been through there, that shit like ghost land (Skrrt, skrrt)
My brother DThang just got killed, and I been slow since (Gang, gang)
But we got back on they ass, I bet they know this (Brrah)
And, on bro, I’m speaking facts, this ain’t no diss (This ain’t no diss)
Keep the police out my business, we don’t post shit (We don’t post shit)
Trigger Happy, I be with Zoo ‘nem and we on 46 (‘Wop, ‘Wop)
They like, “Durk, his ass a singer, he won’t smoke shit” (Yeah, yeah)
You can believe whatever you want, I got your folks hit (Ah, ha)
Chorus
Don’t respond to shit with Von (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
I’m like, “Fuck it, you tripping, go get your gun” (Let’s get it, yeah, gun)
They dropping locations, I’m getting it done (Woo, woo, woo, gang)
Fuck tweeting, we sliding, the feds will come (Yeah, yeah, yeah, man, what?)
He fucking his bitches (Bitches), them niggas (Niggas) his sons (Let’s get it)
I’m hanging with killers, we breaking a bond (Yeah, yeah, yeah, bond)
They really don’t mean it, he say it in songs (Yeah, mean it, say it, songs)
They really don’t mean it, he play it in songs (Bitch, yeah)

Verse 2
He talking about me in “Pissed Me Off” and I’m like, “Yes” (Yes)
If you feel some type of way, you better slide and get revenge (Brrah)
He said, “Therapy ain’t helping,” he been killing for a cleanse (Slide)
She said she ain’t really got shit but she so thirsty for a Benz (Skrrt, skrrt)
I just made her suck my dick and I just nutted on her chin (Bitch)
I been feeling like Rico, I just fucked her in my Timbs (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
For school, he save no pen, he’d rather carry him a gen (Five)
A ten (Ten), FN, Perc’ 10, I’m saying, he spinning (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
You need a pill to slide, he off all them milligrams, he been a fan (Bitch)
I seen niggas really killing shit, post shit on Instagram (Pussy)
You doing that, you might as well go to court and say you killed the man
I don’t claim niggas who be with opps, I try to wheel ‘em in (Grrah)
The trenches like a sport, you grab the ball and turn a killer, man (Pussy)
Switches on me, all face shots, we changing dental plans (Brrah)
All fast cars, make it skrrt, we don’t do rental vans (Skrrt)
I can have your homie set you up, his ass a middleman (Ah, ha)
Chorus
Don’t respond to shit with Von (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
I’m like, “Fuck it, you tripping, go get your gun” (Let’s get it, yeah, gun)
They dropping locations, I’m getting it done (Woo, woo, woo, gang)
Fuck tweeting, we sliding, the feds will come (Yeah, yeah, yeah, man, what?)
He fucking his bitches (Bitches), them niggas (Niggas) his sons (Let’s get it)
I’m hanging with killers, we breaking a bond (Yeah, yeah, yeah, bond)
They really don’t mean it, he say it in songs (Yeah, mean it, say it in songs)
They really don’t mean it, he play it in songs (Bitch, yeah)

Outro
Ah, ha

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Hated On Me – Lil Durk Featuring Future


LETRA & VIDEO OFICIAL DA MUSICA
(Chorus – Lil Durk & Future)
I be tired of ni**as tryna ride the f**king wave
I done put some ni**as on they feet who run away
I done put some millions in the trap, it run away
I done did so much I make em feel some type of way
I want it all, I want it all
For me and my dogs, so we can ball
You see this drip, it’s dripping on me
You see this clip, it’s hanging on me
Pour up the lean, they hated on me
Pour up the lean, they hated on me

(Verse 1 – Future)
I run the check through machines now
I ride around with machine guns
I put a check on a ching chong
Hold up lil ni**a, I’m King Kong
I go to sleep with the hammer
F**k watching the TV, I’m watching the camera
I’m paranoid, hiding a hawk
You broke and it ain’t my fault
I did it all I told you, dog I been round the atlas
I’m gutter forever, I f**k on a thot then go f**k an actress
They done found out that you lying bout all of the s**t you say in your raps
I put the hood on the map, I put the hood on the map
My young ni**a just caught a double, they tryna give him the chair
They tryna give him the chair

(Chorus – Lil Durk & Future)
I be tired of ni**as tryna ride the f**king wave
I done put some ni**as on they feet who run away
I done put some millions in the trap, it run away
I done did so much I make em feel some type of way
I want it all, I want it all
For me and my dogs, so we can ball
You see this drip, it’s dripping on me
You see this clip, it’s hanging on me
Pour up the lean, they hated on me
Pour up the lean, they hated on me

(Verse 2 – Lil Durk)
F**k ni**a, full time keep a Glock with him
Future Biggie, I’m Pac ni**a
Drop a bar in the pop ni**a
Appeal money, free…ni**a
I love designer, no rap ni**a
Diamonds water like tap ni**a
Feds listen, they tap ni**a
No green, just Act ni**a
Never got shot but I put that pole to work
Chopper got a kick back and I hope it’s sure to work
Young killers 15, and you know I mow the first
Free 22, 38, the state had told him first
Spot em, got em, yeah yeah
I’m a problem, yeah yeah
It’s my city, hell yeah
And my killers ain’t playing here

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Money Walk – Lil Durk ft. Yo Gotti


LETRA & VIDEO OFICIAL DA MUSICA
(Intro: Lil Durk):::
Yeah
Approach me right, nigga
Gang, L

(Hook: Lil Durk):::
Pour the drank
I’m just sippin’ good while they rollin stank
Diamond chain, bitches get so thirsty for these Cuban links
Real nigga, don’t gotta prove it period, fuck what you think
Real killers, yo ass will be dead before you even blink
Gang
Walkin’ like I got money, I’mma do the money walk
Walkin’ like I got money, I’mma do the money walk
Walkin’ like I got money, I’mma do the money walk
Real nigga with a lot of bands, let the money talk
(Verse 1: Lil Durk):::
Pulled up to the trap, dropped me a load off
Bitch geek when they see me ride with these doors off
Wanna fuck with my chain taking her clothes off
Pour a seven-with-seven, bitch I gotta doze off
Rollie cost me thirty thous, make my jeweler proud
Glock drum, move the crowd, opp pack smoking too loud
New Mike’s three-fifty, new yeezy boots two thous
I used to want one bitch, broski I got two now
Strippers want these singles bitch, come dance for it
Looking at my watch, bitch I paid bands for it
And she want the Molly quick, Aiki got a gram for her
Trap nigga with a lot of cash, and I’m paid for

(Hook: Lil Durk):::
Pour the drank
I’m just sippin’ good while they rollin stank
Diamond chain, bitches get so thirsty for these Cuban links
Real nigga, don’t gotta prove it period, fuck what you think
Real killers, yo ass will be dead before you even blink
Gang
Walkin’ like I got money, I’mma do the money walk
Walkin’ like I got money, I’mma do the money walk
Walkin’ like I got money, I’mma do the money walk
Real nigga with a lot of bands, let the money talk

(Verse 2: Yo Gotti):::
Four Cuban links, that’s a quarter mil’, thats the Money Walk
Little nigga tweeting on twitter, tell em let the Money talk
I let the shooter bang it out, all that flexing ain’t about
Big money, big gun, big boss shit nigga, my bank account
Millionaire status, billionaire focus
Got a plug in the yay’, I got bricks in a Focus
I got plug like the socket, real plugs you can’t stop it nigga
Whenever we talk about money, mention me I’m the topic
I been state-to-state, real estate, then I hit (?):::
I just ordered steak, in the ace, tryna’ digest the hate
I been in UK, getting the pounds, tryna hol it down
Represent the town, tryna ride my wave, you bound to drown

(Hook: Lil Durk):::
Pour the drank
I’m just sippin’ good while they rollin stank
Diamond chain, bitches get so thirsty for these Cuban links
Real nigga, don’t gotta prove it period, fuck what you think
Real killers, yo ass will be dead before you even blink
Gang
Walkin’ like I got money, I’mma do the money walk
Walkin’ like I got money, I’mma do the money walk
Walkin’ like I got money, I’mma do the money walk
Real nigga with a lot of bands, let the money talk