Tag: Luh Tyler

Luh Tyler – Change My Wayz [ Lyrics ] Letra Luh Tyler Luh Tyler – Change My Wayz [ Lyrics ]

I’d really like to use cash

Alijah4k on the beat

I told all my haters bye, I told them hundreds hello
They like how I play it smooth, say I’m a clever fellow
I got my nigga living lavish, he came from the ghetto
I told my bro to stand tall like he got on stilettos
Stackin’ up like Legos
I got money now, so bitches acting like they prego’
Getting racks like Melo
Know I got to stay on ten, I got to keep my head on
She mad cause I done fucked her friend, she like: You know you dеad wrong
Damn, I gotta change my ways
Now it’s sixty on my neck, remеmber my chains was fake
Ice, ice

‘Member back when times were hard, we prayed for better days
But now I’m gettin’ paid
Now I’m bringin’ home them racks, I’m fillin’ up the safe
Now I make like thirty bands, that’s just to rock the stage
I cut her off, now she on Instagram, she posting pictures listening to Rod Wave
Man, ain’t that a shame?
She done showed me all her love, but I still did her wrong
Mm-mm-mm

Even though I always try my best to do her right
I always end up fuckin’ up, girl, we ain’t lastin’ long
I swear my brodie always keep it tucked, yeah, he gon’ blast the chrome
My niggas love it when I tell the plug to go and ship them P’s
My bitches love it when I take ‘em home and fuck ‘em to my songs
On God, it’s no cap, no hat, real shit

Yeah, that’s just how it be
Niggas tryna ride my wave, I’m tryna ride the beat
Bad bitch put on my scuba suit, I’m finna dive in deep
Say you got paper, I believe in what my eyes can see
For that money, I be fiendin’, man, I swear I need it
They didn’t think that I could do it, but I beat the odds
Biggest Ski, bitch, I’m the MVP, I think I’m undefeated

Ski

Yeah, nigga
The Biggest Ski, man
Nah, not the lil’ one
Ski
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Luh Tyler – St. Nick [ Lyrics ] Letra Luh Tyler Luh Tyler – St. Nick [ Lyrics Letra]
I been busy getting to them racks my bag look like Saint Nick
Yo lil bitch gone fuck
Just cause I got that sac
I swear these hoes ain’t shit
I’m chasin this cake
Nigga I’m getting to the cheese
I’m doing this so quick
These niggas always hatin on me I feel like veeze
Lil bitch get off my dick
These niggas down bad on they ass ain’t gettin no cheese I swear that shit ain’t it
Nigga I’m so P
Ion even think you could name a bad bitch that I ain’t hit
I stayed on the grind
I know niggas ain’t believe in the kid I still ain’t quit
Nigga I got too many flows and too many ho ho hoes
Just like St Nick

On gang nigga
I got too many hoes I swear I can’t even pick
On gang nigga
I got so much racks in my pocket it can’t even fit
On gang yuh
This nigga broke as a joke
Lil boy you funny as shit
On gang nigga
Don’t wanna talk on the phone if it ain’t about money and shit
Bitch [?]
Don’t wanna talk on the phone
Nigga just leave me alone
Bitch I’m in my zone
Like hoe what the fuck is you on [?]
Tell that bitch that I’m a dog and I just wanna bone
I’m a dog and I just wanna bone
I don’t even need me a stylist to put that shit on
I’m finna get in my zone
Take a nigga bitch and I bet he still playing my song
I’m on a flight right now bitch I’m on the way to come turn up your city
Niggas ain’t gettin no dough you broke as a joke you gotta be kiddin
Nigga I stay on the grind my hoes too fine yeah all of them pretty
Yeah
I got 123456789
Bitches with me

I been busy getting to them racks my bag look like Saint Nick
Yo lil bitch gone fuck
Just cause I got that sac
I swear these hoes ain’t shit
I’m chasin this cake
Nigga I’m getting to the cheese
I’m doing this so quick
These niggas always hatin on me I feel like veeze
Lil bitch get off my dick
These niggas down bad on they ass ain’t gettin no cheese I swear that shit ain’t it
Nigga I’m so P
Ion even think you could name a bad bitch that I ain’t hit
I stayed on the grind
I know nigga ain’t believe in the kid I still ain’t quit
Nigga I got too many flows and too many ho ho hoes
Just like St Nick

I been busy getting to them racks my bag look like Saint Nick
Yo lil bitch gone fuck
Just cause I got that sac
I swear these hoes ain’t shit
I’m chasin this cake
Nigga I’m getting to the cheese
I’m doing this so quick
These niggas always hatin on me I feel like veeze
Lil bitch get off my dick
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Luh Tyler – I’m Him [ Lyrics Letra] Letra Luh Tyler Luh Tyler – I’m Him [ Lyrics Letra]

Already knowing that I’m him
Ball on niggas just like tim
My lil bitch so fucking bad and she got ass just like Kim
Niggas always throwin shots at me but never hit the rim
I need all my pockets fat as fuck
And all my bitches slim
Niggas all my hunnits blue
All my hoes obey the rules
I’ll teach a nigga how to do some math like he in school
Niggas always tryinna get me hot but I just keep my cool
Think my Brody workin at the shop
He always keep that tool

Niggas always tryinna chase these hoes but never chase no money
The way that lil bitch drop down to her knees
Man I thought it was Sunday
N out here really broker than a joke that shit too funny
I can’t cap to y’all I swear I keep this shit way too 1Hunnit
N jumped up on da mic and I turnt nothin
Into something
Man I heard you cuffin on these hoes these nigga out here munchin
You hit this gas this shit gone hit you back
I swear this shit here punchin
I got a foreign bitch she super bad this bitch from out the country
N I got so much cheese bitch every day I wake up glad
Ain’t no money in yo pocket bitch I know you wake up mad
Me and my lil bitch we just alike man we just want a bag
But she want Chanel on hers and I just want mine full of cash

Already knowing that I’m him
Ball on niggas just like tim
My lil bitch so fucking bad and she got ass just like Kim
Niggas always throwin shots at me but never hit the rim
I need all my pockets fat as fuck
And all my bitches slim
Niggas all my hunnits blue
All my hoes obey the rules
I’ll teach a nigga how to do some math like he in school
Niggas always tryinna get me hot but I just keep my cool
Think my Brody workin at the shop
He always keep that tool

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Luh Tyler – You Was Laughing [Official Music Video] Lyrics

Yeah, nigga, phew
Yeah, nigga
Mm, mm, mm
Yeah, nigga
(Yung Hydro Beatz)
Skee

Chasin’ after money, runnin’ up that dough
Nigga, I get high when I be feelin’ low
I ain’t ever felt this shit before (Ain’t felt this shit before)
I’m comin’ up, I feel I’m about to blow
Niggas moving snake, no, I can’t trust a soul
I’m pushin’ P, no, I can’t cuff a ho (No, I can’t cuff a ho)
We gettin’ money, that’s for certain
She want me to buy her ass a Birkin
I told that bitch she perkin’ (Like, what the fuck?)
In the stu, nigga, every day, you know we workin’
I rap, but some of my niggas serving
I pull up and I’m swerving (Know I’m swerving)
On the interstate, I’m switching lanes, bitch (Swerving lanes, bitch)
I can’t fuck with none of these hoes, they gon’ end changing (Gon’ end up changing)
Man, these hoes be changing
Friendships, they sinking (Yeah, they sinking)
I don’t gotta sweat, bitch, I get paid by just thinking (Just by thinking)
Nigga, why you hangin’ with them lames, bitch? (With them lames, bitch)
Everybody with me got some change, bitch
You know we on that same shit (We on that same shit)
I just want that money, fuck that fame shit (Like fuck the fame, bitch)
Racks got me limpin’, need a cane, bitch
I just wanna see Johnny Dang, bitch (See Johnny Dang, bitch)
Nigga rollin’ like some dice
Yeah, you know I need a bad thick bitch like Ice Spice (Uh)
Gotta stay up on them paper checks, make sure my pockets right (Pockets right)
Hit the road, I’m gettin’ bands, I’m out of way, I’m out of sight (Out of sight)
I been feeling like a king, but I don’t play for Sacramento (For Sacramento)
I wasn’t tryna rap for real, I did that shit on accidental (On accidental)
Bitch, I went and ran that chicken up and dropped it in my dental (Dental)
And these niggas, they be beefin’ over hoes, why you so tender? (Why you so tender, nigga? Fuck)
I ain’t beefin’ ‘bout no thot (‘Bout no thot)
Runnin’ up that chicken, want my pockets filled with knots (Filled with knots)
I’m finna see the top, I know it, nigga, just sit back and watch (Just sit back and watch, nigga, yeah, just sit back and watch, sit back and watch, nigga)
Ain’t gon cap, I never thought this shit would happen
Nigga, I just came up out the blue and took off with this rappin’ (Rappin’)
Now I done turned into a star, bitch, I remember you was laughing (Yeah, nigga, bitch I remember you was laughing, nigga, skee)

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Luh Tyler – Weeks (Feat. NoCap) [Official Audio] Lyrics
[Intro:]
(Al Geno on the track)

[Luh Tyler:]
Everybody tryna be a star, but they don’t know the feeling
Every day we on the grind, my mama know we gon’ have millions
We gon’ run that paper up, I need it up there with the ceiling
Nigga, if it ain’t about that bag, then I don’t want no dealings
Everybody tryna be a star, but they don’t know the feeling
Everyday we on the grind, mama know we gon’ have millions
We gon’ run that paper up, I need it up there with the ceiling
Nigga, if it ain’t about that bag, then I don’t want no dealings

I done turned into a star, remember when they doubted me
Now we up there at the top, I know moms lookin’ proud at me
When shit get rough, you gotta keep on grindin’, that’s just how it be
Man, this shit, it came at the perfect timing, know them niggas see
Yeah, nigga know we can’t cheat
Man, my nigga just like Stephen Curry, he shoot from the three
Nigga, I’ma make ‘em mad and drop them diamonds, they gon’ freeze
Nigga snap on beats, we eat
I guess that rappin’ in my genes

Everybody tryna be a star, but they don’t know the feeling
Every day we on the grind, my mama know we gon’ have millions
We gon’ run that paper up, I need it up there with the ceiling
Nigga, if it ain’t about that bag, then I don’t want no dealings
Everybody tryna be a star, but they don’t know the feeling
Everyday we on the grind, mama know we gon’ have millions
We gon’ run that paper up, I need it up there with the ceiling
Nigga, if it ain’t about that bag, then I don’t want no dealings

[NoCap:]
Both of my shoes on top of suits, nigga, you know I stand on business
Come from the concrete, I wish that you could see the shit that I don’t mention
We was just servin’ fiend nicks, feel like Deandre Ayton
I pull up Hellcat and shoot, we don’t do no conversatin’
Remember days in public housin’, now we flyin’ private
Packin’ everywhere I stand, I feel like Bin Laden
All my nigga in the pen’, but I still make deposits
I cut the lean off, been havin’ withdrawals for weeks

Been tryna buy love, make sure I keep all the receipts
I can get him touched, ain’t talkin’ pedophile, we creep
Lambos and ‘Rari Vs, just know that shit we need for speed
Bro sold that dog food and I ain’t never seen him breed
Stick up in the box’ll send ‘em down below
Blew up, now I see what you around me for
You who I want, but girl, don’t never think I need you
Pull up i8, go ask the hood, I’m the one feed ‘em
But they say I been actin’ funny since I got on
Luh Tyler, do you want this ho? My nigga, I don’t (Al Geno on the track)
Got dream to go buy a island, I’m playin’ blind
My bitch, she top tier, but blowin’ up my phone cryin’

[Luh Tyler:]
Everybody tryna be a star, but they don’t know the feeling
Every day we on the grind, my mama know we gon’ have millions
We gon’ run that paper up, I need it up there with the ceiling
Nigga, if it ain’t about that bag, then I don’t want no dealings

[NoCap:]
Both of my shoes on top of suits, nigga, you know I stand on business
Come from the concrete, I wish that you could see the shit that I don’t mention
We was just servin’ fiend nicks, feel like Deandre Ayton
I pull up Hellcat and shoot, we don’t do no conversatin’
Remember days in public housin’, now we flyin’ private
Packin’ everywhere I stand, I feel like Bin Laden
All my nigga in the pen’, but I still make deposits
I cut the lean off, been havin’ withdrawals for weeks

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