Arquivo de Lola Brooke

novembro 10, 2023

Lola Brooke – Don’t Get Me Started Lyrics ft. Coi Leray, Nija

Lola Brooke – Don’t Get Me Started ( Lyrics ) ft. Coi Leray, Nija Letra LolaBrookeVEVO Lola Brooke – Don’t Get Me Started ( Lyrics ) ft. Coi Leray, Nija
Yeah
Lola, what we doin’, Lola?
Doin’ the things we like to do, Coi
Hahahaha
You know my body

Shake it fast, down below
Make ‘em spend it, throw them Os (ayy, ayy)
Green like go
I get it up, green like go
Up, down, throw it ‘round (oh, yeah)
Pop it like a pro (ayy, ayy)
Green like go
I get it up, green like go

Please don’t get me started (please don’t get me started)
Been a fly bitch before the clip I have just departed
Did it all in one wife-beater ‘cause it’s different garments (it’s different, baby)
I want parts my opps too so we split the target
You know I’m gettin’ my loot back regardless
Pesos and the bitch I trust
Don’t beef ‘bout cheese if it ain’t ‘bout the lust
Them shots be real and the rooms keep us
Catch that, take this, mm, hut
Big dawg from above
And the pussy can’t be touched
Move Wock’, that’s too much
Pussy sad, make it blush
Up, up, up, up, up
Throw that ass up, up, up, up, up
We should throw that dope, dope, dope, dope, dope
We should throw that dope, dope, dope, dope, dope

I’m really it, no tag
I told these bitches don’t mention my name in none of they raps
Treat your block like a turntable, yeah, we spinnin’ it back
We in New Jersey, we in New York, yeah, run that shit back
Hold on, yeah
Bubblegum, bubblegum in the dish
Yeah, how many niggas wanna make me them bitch?
How many diamonds wrapped ‘round my wrist?
This bitch still bad, she more than a ten
This bitch still bad, her face like Lola
Tryna fuck some, see the splash emoji
Itty bitty butt, my ass stay poking
My freak nigga buy me a diamond choker
We don’t leave the club till that shit is over
Yeah, roll another blunt, hate bein’ sober
Remy and Coke, don’t do no coke, yeah
I step on these bitches in Balenciaga
Throwin’ it back, all you see is the Prada
Got a Y, so I look like a model
There’s blood in his tee and its color yellow
Walk in this bitch, girl, I’m rude, don’t say hello
Big-ass chain like I got on a medal (yeah, yeah)
Price goin’ up on these bitches-es levels (these levels, levels)
Yeah, we on demon time, we the new rebels

Please don’t get me started
Please don’t, ah, please don’t, ah
Please don’t get me started
Please don’t, ah, please don’t, ah
Please don’t get me started
Please don’t, ah, please don’t, ah
Please don’t get me started
Please don’t, ah, please don’t, ah
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novembro 5, 2023

Shenseea – Beama (feat. Lola Brooke) Lyrics

Shenseea – Beama (feat. Lola Brooke) ( Lyrics ) Letra SHENSEEAVEVO Shenseea – Beama (feat. Lola Brooke) ( Lyrics)
Don’t you ever bring scared business to me
You’re lookin’ at the toughest rassclaat Jamaican in the United States of America

Verse 1: Shenseea
Ah Shenseea
Drop Double R, fuck a Bimmer
Grass green but mi still hustle fi make it greener
More cheese pon mi bread, it look like pizza
VVS so cold, straight out of my freezer
Me nuh play, like the dealers, top shottas and squeezers
Me nuh talk to bum bitch bottom feeders
Hot head fever, top model diva
Pop bottles, we the champion
Handle the ball like Kyrie
I be main dish, you the side piece
Lipstick red like a Ferrari
You gon’ make me flash on a bitch like paparazzi
I’m too fly to crash out, but fuck it, kamikaze

Chorus: Shenseea
Shenseea
Drop Double R, fuck a Bimmer
Lick a shot like trigger finger, I’ma stinger (Bzz)

Verse 2: Shenseea, Lola Brooke
My outfit a murder, it’s a felony
Bitches all in my business without an LLC
Man, I do this shit for practice
Sonned so many bitches, I might put ‘em on my taxes
Caribbean Serena with the racket
I ain’t goin’ back and forth with bitches ‘cause they ratchet
Dem a real bloodclaat, man mascot
Can’t start beef ‘cause the water run deep
I got the type of money that can put ya six feet
Count myself to sleep in ten thousand dollar sheets
Bitches look like lunch, say ya grace, let’s eat (Big gator)
Let’s eat (Uh-uh, uh-uh)
What’s beef? (What’s beef? Uh-uh, uh-uh)
Say ya grace, let’s eat (Uh-uh, uh-uh)
Let’s eat

Verse 3: Lola Brooke
Grrt, set, go
Never speak on business, it’s supposed to be disclosed
He gon’ get—
For trolling on my post
Man, fuck these ho ass niggas
I been fuckin’ on the roads (Uh-uh, uh-uh)
It ain’t a plane, it’s Lola (Uh-uh)
Runnin’ over feelings with a Rover
Totin’ up the toaster
Even D1 players couldn’t hold up
Body like milk, nah, coca’ (Uh, grrah)
Uh, I can hear your heartbeat (Heartbeat)
Hitters move faster than your heart beat
Ain’t none of they sins gon’ haunt me
I’m a ill ass bitch (Bad gyal)
Got ‘em guzzlin’ the hot shit

Chorus: Shenseea
Shenseea
Drop Double R, fuck a Bimmer
Lick a shot like trigger finger, I’ma stinger (Bzz, bzz)

Outro: Shenseea, Lola Brooke
Let’s eat (Uh-uh, uh-uh)
What’s beef? (Uh-uh, uh-uh)
Say ya grace, let’s eat (Uh-uh, uh-uh)
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outubro 24, 2023

Lola Brooke – Pit Stop Lyrics

Lola Brooke – Pit Stop ( Lyrics ) ft. French Montana Letra LolaBrookeVEVO Lola Brooke – Pit Stop ( Lyrics ) ft. French Montana
Yeah buddy, rolling like a big shot
Got a nigga caught up off the thirst at the pit stop
(You know what it is)
Uh, this a big stop (When you hear that)
Uh, this a big stop (Hey)
You know that shit can’t slide (Montana)
You know that nigga ain’t mine
You broke niggas can’t hide (Hey)

Okay, she wobble it and dropping it and twerking for cash
Quit being stingy with that bitch, you better throw up a bag
God damn, I’ma need a M
Don’t be acting shy, just send some money I could spend
Ask me where my man at, nigga, I don’t know
Say you wanna risk it all, I hope
I could never play with ‘nani, mmm, no-no-no
Said he like me more than his bitch, oh, no (Yikes)

Yeah buddy, rolling like a big shot
Got a nigga caught up off the thirst at the pit stop
Uh, this a big stop
Uh, uh, this a big stop
You know that shit can’t slide (Montana)
You know that nigga ain’t mine (Young Ill Na Na)
You broke niggas can’t hide

She said, “Ooh, you almost put it in the wrong hole”
Two milli’ on my neck, bitch, I’m Stone Cold
Right nigga, right bag, she gon’ slide (she gon’ slide, she gon’ slide)
But you know that bitch ain’t mine
Hating on the wave like we ain’t birth you niggas
Feeling like Jerry Jones, man, I hate you niggas
Montana South Beach, paying thousand for the steak
While your nigga still taking home plates
French been styling, fresh inside
Shorty hop in the truck, give me a paint job
Is the ass fat? Can she fuck good?
She got her lips done, so she can suck good
Montana

Yeah buddy, rolling like a big shot
Got a nigga caught up off the thirst at the pit stop
Uh, this a big stop
Uh, this a big stop
You know that shit can’t slide
(You know shit can’t slide, you know that shit can’t slide)
You know that nigga ain’t mine
(You know that nigga ain’t mine, you know that nigga ain’t mine)
You broke niggas can’t hide

Back, back, back, back (Uh, uh, uh)
Back, back, back, back (Uh, uh, uh)
Back, back, back, back (Uh, uh, uh)
Back, back, back, back (Uh, uh, uh)

They like it
And I like it, too

Yeah buddy, rolling like a big shot
Got a nigga caught up off the thirst at the pit stop
Uh, this a big stop
Uh, uh, this a big stop
You know that shit can’t slide
(You know shit can’t slide, you know that shit can’t slide)
You know that nigga ain’t mine
(You know that nigga ain’t mine, you know that nigga ain’t mine)
You broke niggas can’t hide

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outubro 6, 2023

Lola Brooke – You Lyrics ft. Bryson Tiller

Lola Brooke – You ( Lyrics ) ft. Bryson Tiller Letra LolaBrookeVEVO Lola Brooke – You ( Lyrics ) ft. Bryson Tiller
Tonight, tonight, tonight, oh
Yeah, uh, tiller, woah
And young lola, controlla, come closer
Mad pretty, make me lose composure
Tad tipsy, won’t you come over?
Last lap in the city, know I’m not unsober
True, you know I see you come over
(You know I see you over there, there, there?)
Uh-uh, uh-uh

I’m a badass brooklyn brown skin bitch (brown skin bitch)
And I love a hood nigga with some toxic dick (ayy, you get me)
Nothing but some socks, beef and brocs in it (woah)
Have me walking all crooked in my crocs and shit (brrr)
Bitch, I go taraji for my baby boy (for my baby boy)
Ride it like a kawasaki, that’s his favorite toy (favorite toy)
I’ma swipe his ebt like a amex (uh)
Give it to him raw (uh), no drawers (uh), no latex (uh)
Yeah, I got him butt naked for me waitin’ at home (waitin’ at home)
Bitch, your pussy ain’t hittin’ if he takin’ too long (if he takin’ too long)
Told him: Put my name on it (yeah), yeah, I’m makin’ him moan
He smellin’ lola brooke, that’s his favorite cologne

Ha, huh, I’m yours for the summer
Wanna drink until we drunk? I’m choosin’ you, baby
Things I wanna do to you, baby
You say he crazy so I gotta take a risk on you
Like why would I lie when I’m tryna put this on you (yeah) baby?
Ayy, yeah, ayy, yeah

Tryna make a choice between his leg or his face
Shit gettin’ more intense than election day
What I expect today is good neck, hood sex
Stop callin’ his phone, bitch, he catchin’ up on rest (uh)
Fuckin’ with me is a w, fuck him at the w
The way you cummin’ quick seems to trouble you
I want a rough neck nigga that’s nasty
My sex drive wild and his ass is immaculate
Put it in my, nah, nigga stabbin’ it
A shooter that assassin it, tongue doin’ magic tricks (oh)
Foot on neck (yeah), hand on frontal (frontal)
Got him bussin’ nuts ‘fore we leave the holland tunnel (yeah, ooh-ooh)

Ha, huh, I’m yours for the summer (hey)
Wanna drink until we drunk? I’m choosin’ you, baby
Things I wanna do to you, baby
You say he crazy so I gotta take a risk on you (hey)
Like why would I lie when I’m tryna put this on you (yeah) baby?
Ayy, yeah, ayy, yeah

Yeah, tiller
Oh-ooh-woah, baby, yeah
Young lola, controlla, come closer
Mad pretty, make me lose composure
Tad tipsy, won’t you come over?
Last lap in the city, know I’m unsober
True, you know I see you come over
(You know I see you over there, there, there?)
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julho 24, 2023

Rican Da Menace – Off Top (feat. Lola Brooke) Lyrics

Rican Da Menace – Off Top (feat. Lola Brooke) Lyrics Lyrics, Letra Rican Da Menace
Give a fuck bout a nigga I get mines off top
Run it back I need mines off top

Give a fuck bout a nigga I get mines off top
Run it back I need mines off top
Big check you counterfeit and mines on lock
Run it back and spin it just like jenny from da block

Been that
All 4 whips we gone tint that
Heard they been shooting shots we know how to send back
I can make a call and send them shooters where you live at
I heard the shit that you was talking hope you live that
Uh
Mob ties bitch im very special
Yeah
Bitch I’m a gangsta and im intellectual
Bout that check Ima tax him if it ain’t VVS on that ring don’t ask me

Give a fuck bout a nigga I get mines off top
Run it back I need mines off top
Big check you counterfeit and mines on lock
Run it back and spin it just like jenny from da block

Big Maybach
I got mines off stock
Where ya City
I got mines on lock
Where ya City
I got mines on lock

The only menace in the trenches
I got respect in my hood
How you making it look Lo
Bitch I’m making it good
Throw those botched to the jungle
Since they taking the wood
How do you switch on me bitch, that ain’t good
This ain’t for the rookies, this is for the vets
Dope just been buggin, so I sent it on a jet
If the D ain’t hitting then a night get X’d
Come on now, do you know a bitch don’t like getting her patience test

Bitch I been paid hoes sucking dick to get they rent paid
I been getting money since like 10th
Grade been a down bitch sending money to the inmates
Pink slip bitch when you see me its a temp plate
Straight from baltimore but I’m in brooklyn sitting courtside
Got ya nigga with me
Let him eat me on my off time
Big rican boss shit
Yall hoes small shit
Ain’t no short cuts in money bitch I need all mines

Give a fuck bout a nigga I get mines off top
Run it back I need mines off top
Big check you counterfeit and mines on lock
Run it back and spin it just like jenny from da block

(Give a fuck bout a nigga I get mines off top
Run it back I need mines off top
Big check you counterfeit and mines on lock
Run it back and spin it just like jenny from da block
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março 29, 2023

Lyrics Lola Brooke – Don’t Play With It (Remix) ft. Latto, Yung Miami

Lola Brooke – Don’t Play With It (Remix) (Official Video) ft. Latto, Yung Miami Lyrics
(Violation)
Uh-uh-uh-uh
(Dizz, you violated) Yeah, yeah
Don’t play with it, don’t play with it, don’t play with it
Don’t play with it
Mwah, uh-huh

I just want a roughneck nigga on the tongue (Big Gator)
He just want a semi-automatic with a drum (Grrt, grrt, grrt)
Ask me if I’m finished, nah, bitch, I just begun
Nah, I ain’t givin’ out no nani to no nigga just for fun, are you dumb? (Uh-uh)
Runner man, I don’t know no other man (Run it up, run it up)
You fuck like a hundred niggas just for hundred bands (What?)
I don’t even got me hundred bands (Shit)
I’m still gon’ me a hundred Ms with a hundred plans
Gimme beso (Mwah), extendo (Grrah)
I carry bitches like I’m preggo (Pop-pop, pop-pop)
Peter roll a nigga, call him Pedro (Grrah, grrah, grrah, grrah)
Sucka nigga, should’ve knew it from the get-go (Uh, yeah)

Don’t play with it, don’t play with it, don’t play with it
Come on, baby, don’t play with it (Don’t play with it, mwah)
Just lay in it (Ooh), spend all day in it (Uh-uh-uh-uh)
My hitters don’t play with it, don’t play with it, don’t play with it (Grr)
They stay with it (Bah, Big Latto)
I’m okay with it (Uh-uh)
When it comes to me they don’t play with it (Yeah)

I just want a ten piece, make it all flats
He just want a phone call or a text back (Brr)
Never got touched but a bitch stay smacked
Why would I DM a nigga first when I’m the catch? (The fuck?)
Hundred bands, fuck is a hundred bands?
You fuck like a hundred niggas, ain’t got one man (Tuh)
You fuck like a hundred niggas, ain’t got one hit
Whole lot of motherfuckers speakin’ on me that ain’t done shit
Dropped a hundred on a pennant, that shit big as Lola
They can’t stand to see me winnin’, so they blame payola
Big stone, big choker, no mediocre
I ain’t ever doin’ coke, I barely do the Cola (Uh, yeah)

Don’t play with it, don’t play with it, don’t play with it
Come on, baby, don’t play with it (Don’t play with it, mwah)
Just lay in it (Ooh), spend all day in it (Uh-uh-uh-uh)
My hitters don’t play with it, don’t play with it, don’t play with it (Grr)
They stay with it (Bah)
I’m okay with it (Uh-uh)
When it comes to me they don’t play with it (Uh, Miami)

I’m on demon time takin’ nigga souls (Ho)
He in my DM say I’m pretty, bitch, I know (Bitch)
Hoes really messy, I’m rich nigga goals (Ha-ha)
He tell me ride it, treat his face like a rose
Uh-uh, get somebody else to do it (What?)
Posted in New York at Bottega like I’m Ewing (Mmm)
I taught you how to get ‘em for the check, what we doin’? (What we doin’?)
I ain’t got hundred mil, but I got it once I flew in
If that, if that dick don’t come with money, I can’t lay with it (Can’t lay with it)
He call me baby so it’s two-hundred a K with it (A K with it)
Caresha single and saddity, he okay with it
No shade with it, no shade with it (Uh, yeah)

Don’t play with it, don’t play with it, don’t play with it
Come on, baby, don’t play with it (Don’t play with it, mwah)
Just lay in it (Ooh), spend all day in it (Uh-uh-uh-uh)
My hitters don’t play with it, don’t play with it, don’t play with it (Grr)
They stay with it (Bah)
I’m okay with it (Uh-uh)
When it comes to me they don’t play with it (Mwah)
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março 14, 2023

Lyrics Lola Brooke – So DISRESPECTFUL

Lola Brooke – So DISRESPECTFUL (Official Video) Lyrics
I Gotta’ Feel Good (Nigga)
I Mean, You Gotta’ Feel It
I Gotta’ Feel Good (Nigga)
I Need To Feel It
Make Me Feel
What The Fuck I’m Doing (Uhh)

I Tried To Tell These Bitches Cheap Niggas Don’t Look Good
Come On Now, You Know A Bitch Always Look Good (Yeah, Uhh)
I Need A G5 (Uhh)
Trapping With Next Six (Uhh)
The Frank Stand 24 (Uhh)
Go Catch Dick
I Never Keep Up With The Residue (Uhh)
Running In The Mad Niggas (I Did)
Skin Them Vessels
Sendin’ Out Many, Don’t That Depress You?
Oh My God, I’m So Disrespеctful (Yeah, Uhh)
I Ain’t Never Gеt Fucked, But I Get Fucked (Uhh)
My Nigga Havin’ A Good Time Holdin’ My Wrist Up (Hmm, Uhh)
[?] Had Duffels In The [?] More Than Trina
Zombieland Demon Timin'(Uhh)
Michael [?]

Does It Get Back? (Bankroll)
Better Get Back (Uhh)
Put My Life On The Line
Can’t Risk That
He Was Thirsty For The (Uhh)
Let Him Sip That
When They Mail A Check Out
It Better Be In Gift Wrap (Shh)
I Had To Take Time Off The Show With My Tech Meet (Uhh)
It’s Gator Season, Bitch (Uhh)
Go And Wait For The Next Seat (Uhh)
I Hate It When A Nigga Act Overly Obsessed With Me (Ahh)
These Hunnids’ (Ahh)
Make Me Feel Good (Ahh)
Baby Come (Ahh)
Caress Me (Ahh)

Hopped Out The Nissan Switched It To The Bat
If I Take Your Nigga He Ain’t Ever Coming Back
I’ll Plead The Fifth If We Talkin’ About Sex
These 42 Shots (Shots, Shots, Shots, Shots)
Feel Like A Bitch
Hopped Out The Nissan Switched It To The Bat
If I Take Your Nigga He Ain’t Ever Coming Back
I’ll Plead The Fifth If We Talkin’ About Sex
These 42 Shots (Shots, Shots, Shots, Shots)
Feel Like A Bitch
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março 8, 2023

Letra Lola Brooke – Here I Come

Here I Come – Lola Brooke Lyrics, Letra:

Here I come, here I come
Here I come, here I come, here I come

Still ain’t got a hundred bands (run it up)
Still gon’ rap some circles ‘round these niggas ‘bout the running man (run it up)
Bitches pussy, I don’t understand (I don’t understand)
Tryna reflect my moves and all, the stupid bitches need another plan
I’m feeling like Henny, feeling like Migos, no kizzy (I feel like)
Or I’m feeling like Nia Long with the blue blouse from Tiffany (I’m feeling like)
All of the sudden, you worrying about me, go gеt busy (uh-huh)
Sometimes I like my nigga, thеn I don’t, these bitches iffy (sorry, baby)

Do somethin’ to make me feel good
Do somethin’ to make me feel good (uh)
Do somethin’ to make me feel good (hey, baby)
Yeah
Do somethin’ to make me feel good (uh, uh, uh, uh, uh)
Here I come (here I come), here I come (here I come), here I come (here I come)
Here I come (here I come), here I come (here I come), here I come (here I come)

Love what you do when you talk to me, keep it sexy (shh)
I’m overrating on these bitches, who gon’ check me?
You know I got the grrah, keep it sexy (I got that uh)
It don’t take long for you to give up on that becky
Hottest in the spot, keep them flames on me
I’m worth a couple carats with no cakes on me
He MJ in this ‘ussy, put six rings on it
Made him spend that check, then I brokes on him
Should be a series, my body causing a scene
These niggas jokes, it’s too mini, call ‘em a me
He ride that dirty, that dirty sport in the V
If he ever ask me for some pussy, better say please