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21 Savage
Bank Account
Bank Account by 21 Savage
Ooh, ooh, oh, oh, oh, ow, ow Wow, wow, wow, ah, ow, ow, ow I buy a new car for the bitch (For real) I tear down the mall with the bitch (For real) You can't even talk to the bitch (No) She fucking with bosses and shit (On God) I pull up in 'Rari's and shit (Skrrr) With choppers and Harley's and shit (For real) I be Gucci'd down (Gucci) You wearing Lacoste and shit (Bitch) Yeah, Moncler, yuh, fur came off a bear, yuh (Yeah) Triple homicide, put me in a chair, yuh (In jail) Triple cross the plug, we do not play fair, yuh (On God) Got 'em tennis chains on and they real blingy (Bling) Draco make you do the chicken head like Chingy (Chingy) Walk in Neiman Marcus and I spend a light fifty (Fifty) Please proceed with caution, shooters, they be right with me (21) Bad bitch, cute face and some nice titties $7500 on a Saint Laurent jacket (Yeah) Bitch, be careful when you dumpin' your ashes (Bitch) I ain't no sucker, I ain't cuffin' no action (Nah) The skreets raised me, I'm a whole bastard (Wild) I bought a 'Rari just so I can go faster (Skrrr) Niggas tryna copy me, they playin' catch up (21) I might pull up in a Ghost, no Casper (21) I been smoking gas and I got no asthma See 21 Savage LiveGet tickets as low as $69You might also like I got 1-2-3-4-5-6-7-8 M's in my bank account, yeah (On God) In my bank account, yeah (On God) In my bank account, yeah (On God) In my bank account, yeah (On God) In my bank account, yeah (On God) In my bank account, yeah (On God) I got 1-2-3-4-5-6-7-8 shooters ready to gun you down, yeah (Fast) Ready to gun you down, yeah (On God) Ready to gun you down, yeah (On God) Ready to gun you down, yeah (On God) Ready to gun you down, yeah (On God) Ready to gun you down, yeah (On God) Yeah, dawg, huh—yeah—, nah for real, dawg (21) Straight up out the 6, now got a house in the Hills, dawg (21) Wanna see a body, nigga? Get you killed, dawg (Wet) Wanna tweet about me, nigga? Get you killed, dawg (Wet) Killed dog, I'm a real dawg—21—, you a lil' dawg (21) Bill dog, want a bil', dog, chasing mil's, dawg (Yeah) Dunk right in your bitch like O'Neal, dawg (Wet) Plus I shoot like Reggie Mill', dawg (21) Chopper sting you like a eel, dawg (Fast) I got 1-2-3-4-5-6-7-8 M's in my bank account, yeah (On God) In my bank account, yeah (On God) In my bank account, yeah (On God) In my bank account, yeah (On God) In my bank account, yeah (On God) In my bank account, yeah (On God) I got 1-2-3-4-5-6-7-8 shooters ready to gun you down, yeah (Fast) Ready to gun you down, yeah (On God) Ready to gun you down, yeah (On God) Ready to gun you down, yeah (On God) Ready to gun you down, yeah (On God) Ready to gun you down, yeah (On God) Ruler clip—umm—, sent a ruler hit Pull up on yo' bitch, she say that I got a ruler dick Spray your block down, we not really with that ruh-rah shit Glock cocked now, I don't really give no fuck 'bout who I hit Yeah, yo' bitch, she get jiggy with me, keep that Siggy with me Bitch, I'm Mad Max, you know I got Ziggy with me Keep a mad mag in case a nigga wanna get busy with me 'Rari matte black and I got a Bentley with me I got 1-2-3-4-5-6-7-8 M's in my bank account, yeah (On God) In my bank account, yeah (On God) In my bank account, yeah (On God) In my bank account, yeah (On God) In my bank account, yeah (On God) In my bank account, yeah (On God) I got 1-2-3-4-5-6-7-8 shooters ready to gun you down, yeah (Fast) Ready to gun you down, yeah (On God) Ready to gun you down, yeah (On God) Ready to gun you down, yeah (On God) Ready to gun you down, yeah (On God) Ready to gun you down, yeah (On God) $7500 on a Saint Laurent jacket Bitch, be careful where you dumpin' your ashes I ain't no sucker, I ain't cuffin' no action The streets raised me, I'm a whole bastard
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21 Savage
​a lot
​a lot by 21 Savage (Ft. J. Cole)
I love you Turn my headphone down a little bit, yeah For so many reasons Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (I do), yeah, yeah yeah yeah Yeah, yeah, ah, ah, woah, woah, woah, yeah How much money you got? (Straight up) How much money you got? (Straight up) How much money you got? (Straight up) How much money you got? (A lot) How much money you got? (A lot) How many problems you got? (A lot) How many people done doubted you? (A lot) Left you out to rot? (A lot) How many pray that you flop? (A lot) How many lawyers you got? (A lot) How many times you got shot? (A lot) How many niggas you shot? (A lot) How many times did you ride? (A lot) How many niggas done died? (A lot) How many times did you cheat? (A lot) How many times did you lie? (A lot) How many times did she leave? (A lot) How many times did she cry? (A lot) How many chances she done gave you fuckin around with these thots? (A lot) See 21 Savage LiveGet tickets as low as $69You might also like Every day that I'm alive, I’ma ride with the stick I'd rather be broke in jail than be dead and rich Told my brothers take my breath if I turn to a snitch But I'm 21 4L, ain’t no way I'ma switch Break it down, I break it down I break it down, I break it down I break it down, I break it down I break it down, I break it down Penitentiary chances just to make a couple bucks My heart so cold I could put it in my cup Gang vs. the world, me and my dawg, it was us Then you went and wrote a statement, and that really fucked me up My brother lost his life and it turned me to a beast My brother got life and it turned me to the streets I been through the storm and it turned me to a G But the other side was sunny, I get paid to rap on beats How much money you got? (A lot) How many problems you got? (A lot) How many people done doubted you? (A lot) Left you out to rot? (A lot) How many pray that you flop? (A lot) How many lawyers you got? (A lot) How many times you got shot? (A lot) How many niggas you shot? (A lot) How many times did you ride? (A lot) How many niggas done died? (A lot) How many times did you cheat? (A lot) How many times did you lie? (A lot) How many times did she leave? (A lot) How many times did she cry? (A lot) How many chances she done gave you? Fuck around with these thots (A lot) Break it on down, I break it on down I break it on down, I break it on down Yeah, I just came from the A I drove back home, six-hour drive, six-and-a-half Before I left, I stopped by to see my nigga 21 in the studio He had two of his kids with him right in the studio, that's when I knew You a stand-up nigga, I love seein' shit like that Question How many faking they streams? (A lot) Getting they plays from machines? (A lot) I can see behind the smoke and mirrors Niggas ain't really big as they seem (Hmm) I never say anything (Nah), everybody got they thing (True) Some niggas make millions, other niggas make memes (Hmm) I'm on a money routine I don't want smoke, I want cream I don't want no more comparisons This is a marathon and I’m aware I been playing it back from a lack of promotions I never was one for the bragging and boasting I guess I was hoping the music would speak for itself, but the people want everything else Okay, no problem, I’ll show up on everyone album You know what the outcome will be I'm batting a thousand It’s got to the point that these rappers don't even like rappin' with me Fuck it 'cause my nigga 21 Savage just hit me And told me he saved me a spot on a new record he got He call it "a lot," I open my book and I jot Pray for Tekashi, they want him to rot I picture him inside a cell on a cot ’Flectin' on how he made it to the top Wondering if it was worth it or not I pray for Markelle 'cause they fucked up his shot Just want you to know that you got it, my nigga Though I never met you, I know that you special And that the Lord blessed you, don't doubt it, my nigga Dennis Smith, Jr., stay solid, my nigga I'm on a tangent, not how I planned it I had some fans that hopped and abandoned ship When they thought that I wasn't gon' pan out, I got a plan They say that success is the greatest revenge, tell all your friends Cole on a mission, cementin' the spot as the greatest that did it Before it all ends, nigga How much money you got? (A lot) How many problems you got? (A lot) How many people done doubted you? (A lot) Left you out to rot? (A lot) How many pray that you flop? (A lot) How many lawyers you got? (A lot) How many times you got shot? (A lot) How many niggas you shot? (A lot) How many times did you ride? (A lot) How many niggas done died? (A lot) How many times did you cheat? (A lot) How many times did you lie? (A lot) How many times did she leave? (A lot) How many times did she cry? (A lot) How many chances she done gave you? Fuck around with these thots (A lot) Break it on down, I break it on down I break it on down, I break it on down I break it down, I break it down I break it down, I break it down I break it on down, I break it down I break it down, I break it down I break it down, I break it down I break it down, I break it down, I br-
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21 Savage
​ball w/o you
​ball w/o you by 21 Savage
Woah Woah, woah You runnin' 'round drinkin' liquor Takin' pictures 'cause you miss me (I know you miss me) You runnin' 'round drinkin' liquor Fuckin' niggas 'cause you miss me (You just want attention) You can sleep with half the world Bet you still won't forget me (On God) You could find love, get married, have kids I'd still be realest nigga to hit it (Straight up, straight up, straight up, straight up) I was gettin' some head earlier and you crossed my mind (Straight up) I'm as solid as they come, but you crossed the line (21) Yeah, you been stopped keepin' it real, I can see the signs (On God) When it came to havin' your back, I'm so real I prolly would've gave you my spine (Straight up) I'd rather have loyalty than love 'Cause love really don't mean jack (Straight up) See love is just a feeling You can love somebody and still stab them in they back (On God) It don't take much to love You can love somebody just by being attached (21) See loyalty is a action You can love or hate me and still have my back (Facts) See 21 Savage LiveGet tickets as low as $69You might also like I gave you my all (My all) You was my dawg (You was my dawg) I would have went to war with the world on your call (On your call) Thought you had my back (Nah) You let me fall (Let me fall) You healed my pain (My pain) Then you caused it (Then you caused it) Now I gotta ball without you (Straight up) Now I gotta ball (Straight up) Now I gotta ball without you (21) Now I gotta ball (21) Now I gotta ball without you (Ball) Now I gotta ball (Now I gotta ball) Now I gotta ball without you (21) Now I gotta ball (21, 21) You crossed me once, it's fuck you forever (Straight up) Middle school got my heart broke, stop writin' love letters (21) Heart cold, yeah, so cold had to buy the Moncler sweater (On God) Valentines Day, she ripped the card and urinated on the rose petals (Damn) You was my rock, heavy metal Now you ain't shit to me (Facts) I thought it was love, until I woke up And had an epiphany (21) Keep the fame and keep the love Just give me the loyalty (On God) Nefertiti, King Tut I treat you like royalty (Fact) I just wish your love wouldn't fade away Even when the smoke clear, I'm here to stay Don't you ever let a nigga take my place Would you be around if I had minimum wage? I gave you my all (My all) You was my dawg (You was my dawg) I would have went to war with the world on your call (On your call) Thought you had my back (Nah) You let me fall (Let me fall) You healed my pain (My pain) Then you caused it (Then you caused it) Now I gotta ball without you (Straight up) Now I gotta ball (Straight up) Now I gotta ball without you (21) Now I gotta ball (21) Now I gotta ball without you (Ball) Now I gotta ball (Now I gotta ball) Now I gotta ball without you (21) Now I gotta ball (21, 21)
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21 Savage
​can’t leave without it
​can't leave without it by 21 Savage (Ft. Gunna & Lil Baby)
Yeah VVS look like a star, yeah I took the top off the car We don't abide by the law (No) You don’t know what I done saw (Saw) Can't leave without it (I can't leave without it) I keep a stick for the war (Stick) Checks I deposit (Checks I deposit) Money just stick with the boy Lot of model bitches check for me Nigga, don’t check for me 'less you got checks for me I kept a stick like a hobo, no checkin' me Way back when D-Lo had the spot in Trestletree So many hoes, had to get a vasectomy She left her body home and brought her neck to me I did a walk-through, they sent a jet to me Y'all niggas show price less than my travel fee One of my arms worth a ticket Watch so much that a car came with it Back in the day I used to rob with no mask on Shit on my wrist, I woulda killed the whole house for And I went to school high, I ain't go to class though I was with the OGs learnin' 'bout the glass bowl Caught me with a deuce five, mama kicked my ass, bro Break yourself, leave his brains on the dashboard I'm with Ced and Lil Baby (Yeah) We got four choppers that’s full (21) Way before rappin’, on God, I was trappin', sneakin’ my Glock in Lacura (On God) I got my K from Osama Bin Laden, lil' nigga, he signed this shit (Straight up) I'm 4L gang, if you reach for my chain, then a nigga gon' die in this bitch (On God) A-B-C-D-E-F-G Wagon, y’all niggas doin' that big cappin' (21) I ain't with the friendly shit Closest thing y'all gettin' to a handshake is the beat clappin' (21) Your mama gon' have to make a GoFundMe, y'all niggas keep doing that sneak jabbin' (Straight up) Gucci had to kill the whole woods Just to make Young Savage this motherfuckin' mink jacket (21) See 21 Savage LiveGet tickets as low as $69You might also like VVS look like a star, yeah I took the top off the car We don't abide by the law (No) You don't know what I just saw (Saw) Can't leave without it (I can't leave without it) I keep a stick for the war (Stick) Checks I deposit (Checks I deposit) Money just stick with the boy Cash in and cash out (Cash in and cash out) I am not lookin' for clout (Nah) I knew I would figure it out (I knew) I took the millionaire route (Run it up) Popped a pill got my head in the cloud (Huh) Say my name, it'll bring out a crowd (Crowd) We got paid, now my family proud (On God) I been drippin' this drip since a child I hit your bitch, she a jump off Cartier bracelets for her, they don't come off They get the swag from Atlanta and run off I make the boys swing the stick like a tomahawk Runnin' this shit, what the fuck is they talkin' 'bout? Skinny jeans stuffed with them hundreds, they poke out S65, I'm in a robot I'm a real one, ain't running from nobody Hellcat fast, you know that I show out Ain't sparin' no bitch, give a fuck 'bout a blowout If we wanna smoke with you, boy, you can't go out Still gettin' money my label don't know 'bout Court-side with the vibe with her toes out Rich nigga, I come straight out the poor house Trap goin' crazy right there by Morehouse Dead end, me, Ced and more ahks Bought a Benz, doubled back, bought a trap house I'm with Savage in the 6 doin' donuts (Skrrt) Youngins with me, they got fire, they gon' go nuts Quarter-million in a baby blue Goyard Buy it cash then I go in the motor Drive fast, ain't no pullin' me over Play with bags, you can tell by the odor No alcohol, go get me a new soda VVS look like a star, yeah I took the top off the car We don't abide by the law (No) You don't know what I just saw (Saw) Can't leave without it (I can't leave without it) I keep a stick for the war (Stick) Checks I deposit (Checks I deposit) Money just stick with the boy Yeah, niggas tryna drip like the boy, yeah I don't gotta get no award, yeah Live in the bank, don't do fraud, yeah I been fuckin' superstars, yeah Her pussy good, buy her a car yeah You niggas ain't makin' no noise, yeah You niggas ain't makin' no noise (On God)
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21 Savage
Red Opps
Red Opps by 21 Savage
86 ContributorsRed Opps Lyrics Yeah, yeah, yeah I pull up roll the window down and (Pop, pop, pop, pop, pop) I pull up roll the window down and (Pop, pop, pop, pop, pop) I pull up roll the window down and (Pew, pew, pew) I just bought a pistol it got .30 rounds in it (Pew, pew, pew) Pull up at your momma house and put some rounds in it (Fah, fah, fah, fah, fah) Wet a nigga block and watch them niggas drown in it (Skrrt) Hunnid round drum, gun a nigga down with it (21) I'm on that Slaughter Gang shit (Shit), Murder Gang shit (Shit) Slaughter Gang shit (Shit), Murder Gang shit (Shit) I'm on that Slaughter Gang shit (Shit), Murder Gang shit (Shit) Slaughter Gang shit (Shit), Murder Gang shit (Shit) I'm on that Slaughter Gang shit, take a nigga bitch Nigga, you's a bitch, 'cause I ran off with your shit (21) I'm a real right Blood and these niggas counterfeit You don't pull up on the Ave, pussy-boy, you get dipped I bought a brand new drop and then I poured me up some drop Young Savage real street nigga, y'all ain't on no block Bitch, keep your legs closed 'cause all I want is top I pull up and, pew, pew, pew, pew, y'all gon' call the cops (21) See 21 Savage LiveGet tickets as low as $69You might also like I just bought a pistol it got .30 rounds in it (Pew, pew, pew) Pull up at your momma house and put some rounds in it (Fah, fah, fah, fah, fah) Wet a nigga block and watch them niggas drown in it (Skrrt) Hunnid round drum, gun a nigga down with it (21) I'm on that Slaughter Gang shit (Shit), Murder Gang shit (Shit) Slaughter Gang shit (Shit), Murder Gang shit (Shit) I'm on that Slaughter Gang shit (Shit), Murder Gang shit (Shit) Slaughter Gang shit (Shit), Murder Gang shit (Shit) Two guns up, I don't give a fuck I'm a big dog, lil' nigga, you a pup' Pull up at your spot, walk up on it, shoot it up Your bitch, she on the molly, yeah, I got her booted up (Gang) You said you was trappin' but I heard thats a lie (Bitch) Baking soda, cold water, cut the stove on, scrape the side (Bitch) You can keep the skinny bitch 'cause I like a fat ass and thighs (21) Bitch, I'm Young Savage, your baby daddy know not to try (21) I just bought a pistol it got .30 rounds in it (Pew, pew, pew) Pull up at your momma house and put some rounds in it (Fah, fah, fah, fah, fah) Wet a nigga block and watch them niggas drown in it (Skrrt) Hunnid round drum, gun a nigga down with it (21) I'm on that Slaughter Gang shit (Shit), Murder Gang shit (Shit) Slaughter Gang shit (Shit), Murder Gang shit (Shit) I'm on that Slaughter Gang shit (Shit), Murder Gang shit (Shit) Slaughter Gang shit (Shit), Murder Gang shit (Shit) Slaughter Gang shit, Murder Gang shit Slaughter Gang shit, Murder Gang shit Slaughter Gang shit, Murder Gang shit Slaughter Gang shit, Murder Gang shit
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21 Savage
​monster
​monster by 21 Savage (Ft. Childish Gambino)
Power The money and the fame make a monster A monster Power The money and the fame make a monster A monster Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, oh Yeah, yeah, yeah, oh Feelin' so good, might smoke somethin' (Ayy) Hit it so good, might choke somethin' (Ayy) Might pull out, the game so weak Fuck it, you can go and have both of 'em Zone 6 nigga, I come from Neighborhood soundin' like, "Pop, pop" (Pop, pop) Pick 'em up, roll 'em out All of that drip drip there got young boy drop drop (Drop drop) Ayy ayy (Ayy ayy), oh (Oh) Where that money go? (Go) I was livin' fast (Fast) They gon' watch 'em slow ('Em slow) All these niggas got six figures, they won't miss an O (O) I'm gon' shoot they baby mama if I got the pole, oh, ayy (Ayy) Bodyguards goin' through customs (Customs) Both of them boys got handguns 'Cause most of your friends, can't trust 'em Clout chasin' (Clout chasin') Let me truth on the verse (Yeah) If they paid you to do it, you don't gotta ask what you worth Me and Savage, we came from the dirt If you rappin' for money, you silly This shit ain't a milli', this shit is a hundred The industry savage and most of you average Ain't 'fraid of no static, I'm bustin', I'm bustin' He might be an addict, he drinkin' that 'Tussin He know where you live, where you work, do you trust him? (Nope) See 21 Savage LiveGet tickets as low as $69You might also like Power The money and the fame make a monster A monster Power The money and the fame make a monster A monster (Low blow) She below the belt, that's a low blow (Low blow) She gon' try and blame it on YOLO (YOLO) Niggas out here tryna rap beef (Rap beef) I ain't givin' no free promo (No no) He cuffin', he a cop like Robo (Robo) I'ma pass her to the gang like Romo (Romo) Brand new 'Rari, I'm solo (Solo) Finna go shoppin' in SoHo (21) You could dump me in the middle of the ocean I'm still comin' out dry (Dry) You can leave me in the jungle with bears and tigers I'm comin' out fly (Fly) I'll take the stand for my brother Put my hand on the Bible, I'm still gon' lie (On God) You can have all the fame in the world All the money in the world, won't stop no cry (Straight up) Pain and the hunger made a savage (Savage) Came from the bottom, disadvantaged ('Vantaged) Then I started livin' my dreams (My dreams) That shit turned me to an addict (An addict) It ain't 'bout the money, you can have it (You can have it) Shawty got a booty, I'ma grab it (I'ma grab it) In the fast lane, tryna dodge traffic (Skrrt skrrt) But I ain't never dodged no static (On God) War wounds, I got scars (21) Teachers told me I wouldn't be nothin' but I went far (21) I could pay your salary for ten years with one car (21) All the pain and all the struggle made a superstar (21, 21, 21) Power The money and the fame make a monster A monster Power The money and the fame make a monster A monster
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21 Savage
Immortal
Immortal by 21 Savage
21 I feel like the motherfuckin' Grim Reaper The biggest smoke blower Put a motherfuckin' chimney on my stick Brand new MAK-90 with the drum attached (Drum) You a shit talker, we got drums for that (On God) Tryna fist fight? Boy, you dumb for that (Stupid) You gon' get a bullet in your lung for that (Stupid) Draco get to kickin' like Liu Kang (21) F&N on me in the Mulsanne (Straight up, straight up) Glock 19 in the Blue Flame (Straight up, straight up) I was strapped when I slid inside your boo thang (On God) 21 immortal, we'll never die (21) Loyal to my brothers (Yeah), I'll never lie (On God) Call me bird dog 'cause I cheat and I'm fly (Straight up) And I love winnin', I'm upset if it's a tie (On God) Get you off the ground just to knock you to the floor (Yeah) Let's go blow for blow (Yeah), let's go toe to toe (Straight up) When it's time to battle, they don't never ever show (21) When it's time to battle, I'm the first one at the door (21) At the door with a Draco Don't nobody move, I don't wanna have to blow Rappin' ass niggas get spinned at they show That's why I need some help, I got a fetish for the smoke It get fatal in the bottom, used to rumble in the den (21) Hit him with a combo, gotta finish him (21) AK make you frown since you think you wanna grin (Straight up) Seems like all the models just be fallin' in my DMs (Yeah) Coolant on the TEC, it get hot like Scorpion (Hot) I'll burn his ass, lil' buster You thought it was straight, I got some chemicals in this magazine I'll perm his ass (Mark ass nigga) Wanna be a gangster, but he misguided (Bitch) I'll learn his ass (On God, nigga) He went against me and they called 9-1-1 (21) They had to infirm' his ass (You gon' be next, nigga) "How many tops you done got popped?" Whole bunch "How many times you ran from the smoke?" Nigga, not once Eastside nigga fuckin' all the hoes, and I love guns Ain't no fucking diamonds in my mouth, nigga, these gold fronts And we known to handle all the business, nigga, ASAP Had her at the slaughterhouse, how the fuck you cape that? Ain't no body shots, nigga, you know I told him face that Now he in the ocean, heard they hit him in his wave cap You took your shot and you missed it (21) I just beat it up and you kissed it (Ugh) Took the rap game and I milked it (Yeah) Took the rap beef and I killed it Neck all froze like Sub Zero, dawg (Straight up) He wifed a thot, he a hero, dawg (Straight up) All I care about is my dinero, dawg (On God) Only thing I'm chasing is dineros, dawg (Straight up) Dread-headed killer like Cyrax (21) Brought a gun to a fist fight like Jax (Pew-pew-pew-pew-pew) Nah, fuck that, only thing scare me is a rat (Snitch) Slaughter Gang, pick your poison, dagger or the axe (Straight up) Stand-up guy, they respect my mind (On God) If you foul out, get a tech', my nine (Straight up) If you ain't a hundred, don't text my line (Lil' bitch) If you know you hatin', don't check my Live (Snitch) See 21 Savage LiveGet tickets as low as $69You might also like You know I'm Slaughter Gang so the smoke is immortal Ain't nothin' changed, I'll slaughter your daughter She said she was a dime, but her friend was a quarter I had a threesome, then I flushed the rubber down the toilet She tried to give me head, it was boring Codeine got a nigga snoring I wonder if she would've slept with the poor me Savage keep a Draco and it corn beef Chopper cut you up like Kitana (Ching-ching) My chopper in the band, it's a drummer (Drumroll) Russell Westbrook, I was strikin' like the Thunder (Woah, woah) You was somewhere runnin' 'round whinin' to your mama (21) Y'all play conservative, we gon' send a blitz (Straight up) I'm the type to catch a tech', foul, hit him in his shit (On God) He think he a made man, hit him in the head (Pussy) Don't you try to run now, hit him in the leg (Rraow) People wanna say the stuff I say, but they be scared (Pussy) Jab turn a lightskin pretty boy red (21) It's a fatality if you try to handle me (Yeah) Real top shotta, don't you ever try to ramp with me (On God) Got enough bullets that could kill your whole camp with me (Rrah) I was bad as hell in school, they even tried to counsel me (21) I don't like to talk, don't you try to tongue-wrestle me (On God) And my block good, you'll never get the best of me (Straight up) You know I'm Slaughter Gang so the smoke is immortal Ain't nothin' changed, I'll slaughter your daughter She said she was a dime, but her friend was a quarter I had a threesome, then I flushed the rubber down the toilet She tried to give me head, it was boring Codeine got a nigga snoring I wonder if she would've slept with the poor me Savage keep a Draco and it corn beef
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21 Savage
​all my friends
​all my friends by 21 Savage (Ft. Post Malone)
74 ContributorsTranslationsTürkçeEspañol​all my friends Lyrics Yeah, yeah I lost all my friends countin' bands in the Bentley coupe Diamonds on me doin' handstands, Rosé on my tooth If she wanna dance, let her dance for the money, ooh I don't need no friends if you really wanna know the truth I lost all my friends countin' bands in the Bentley coupe Diamonds on me doin' handstands, Rosé on my tooth If she wanna dance, let her dance for the money, ooh I don't need no friends if you really wanna know the truth Lost a few friends chasin' hand money (On God) Had the same friends when I was bummy (Straight up) They should've went and did stand-up 'Cause when the money come, niggas act funny (True) Crocodile wristband, 21 Dundee Yo' bitch skate so fast to the dick That she'd even go and get a job at Sonic (On God) Made it from the bottom, I'm a star (21) Playin' with the stick like a guitar (21) Why you got a 12 car garage? (Why?) 'Cause I bought six new cars (No lie) I remember times was dark (I do) Now I'm backstage with a bar (Big dog) Couldn't pay the light bill, it was dark (Yeah) Now I can shine in the dark (On God) Lost a couple friends, I ain't even really mad though (On God) I ain't even really mad though (21) Hard to tell the real from fake 'Cause nowadays, they got masks on Who gon' be around when the fame and the cash gone? I lost all my friends countin' bands in a Lambo truck VVSs on me, fightin' icy like a hockey puck If she wanna dance, let her dance, watch her pick it up I don't need no friends, what's a friend if it ain't no trust? See 21 Savage LiveGet tickets as low as $69You might also like I lost all my friends countin' bands in the Bentley coupe Diamonds on me doin' handstands, Rosé on my tooth If she wanna dance, let her dance for the money, ooh I don't need no friends if you really wanna know the truth I lost all my friends countin' bands and I copped a Benz Pulled up with no army, just the guap and I'm spendin' it No, no, never lendin' it, that's all for me I stay greedy with the dollar, givin' no 'pologies All these mans with they fuckin' hands out, tryna spare some I don't never stress, no, I got plenty peso I been all alone, on my own in my new mansion Everybody says I went ghost, jump in my Phantom Paparazzi always tryna press up on me Ever since I blew up, I don't know nobody (Know nobody) Yeah, I blew 80 bands only for you to leave Hey, I know somewhere that my mama prayin' for me (For me) I lost all my friends countin' bands in the Bentley coupe (For me) Diamonds on me doin' handstands, Rosé on my tooth (For me) If she wanna dance, let her dance for the money, ooh I don't need no friends if you really wanna know the truth I lost all my friends countin' bands in the Bentley coupe Diamonds on me doin' handstands, Rosé on my tooth If she wanna dance, let her dance for the money, ooh I don't need no friends if you really wanna know the truth I lost all my, I lost all my (Really wanna know the truth) Hey
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Numb
Numb by 21 Savage
82 ContributorsNumb Lyrics Grind hard, nigga, grind hard, I done grind hard Late nights playin' b-ball with a decoy I was on the corner with the robbers and the d-boys Now I'm on the charts, man, this shit is unbelievable Mama, it's a lot of secrets that I had to keep from you Got in so much trouble, thought the teachers had beef with you And it paid off 'cause we livin' like the Greeks and Jews Used to leave your stove runnin', stove runnin' (21, 21) Now it's Louis rags when my nose runnin' Got it out the mud, I don't owe nothin' You pussy ass niggas, I ain’t on nothin' Wanna see me fucked up 'cause they poor hustlin' The same niggas with me back when I was head itchin' Man I'm having nightmares that the feds listenin' You fake gangstas pump fakin' and they scared snitchin' The coupe fast and it's fucking up the dash digits Numb the pain with the money, numb the pain with the money Numb the pain with the money, numb the pain with the Numb the pain with the money, numb the pain with the money Numb the pain with the money, numb the pain with the Numb the pain with the money, numb the pain with the money Numb the pain with the money, numb the Numb the pain with the money, numb the pain with the money Numb the pain with the money, numb the pain with the See 21 Savage LiveGet tickets as low as $69You might also like It's a bag on his head, I'ma pick it up It was money in the house, I used to stick it up Got your main bitch chillin', splashin', tryna lick it up Dick ridin', niggas always tryna flick it up I ain't tryna take no pictures, bitch I'm rollin' Swishers I count my back end then I jump out with that pistol If you ain't suckin' dick you get a early dismissal We got your wifey at the spot, she tryna lick a pickle I just went and bought a Lamb and it cost a nickel And I came from the bottom and it feel good And I went platinum, still in the hood And I take the gang with me everywhere I go Why these niggas hatin' on me? Man I don't know Ain't a place in the world that I can't go And I got a hundred racks inside a Go-Go And I get a hundred racks for a show, show Wanna give a bitch my heart but I can't though I can't fall in love with a stank ho Lil' bitch I fell in love with the bank ho And you know I love that good drank, ho Numb the pain with the money, numb the pain with the money Numb the pain with the money, numb the pain with the Numb the pain with the money, numb the pain with the money Numb the pain with the money, numb the pain with the Numb the pain with the money, numb the pain with the money Numb the pain with the money, numb the Numb the pain with the money, numb the pain with the money Numb the pain with the money, numb the pain with the Numb the pain with the money and I ride 'round with that Tommy And I put it in her stomach and I made that lil' bitch ride me You're my old school runner, you're my old school runner But my new school runnin', it costs more than a hundred You lil' niggas so bummy (21) Make a diss song, they gon' wrap you like a mummy My young niggas geekin' on boot like zombies They hungry, up it on you then they tell you, "Run it" I stole cars, drove them like go-karts (facts) Niggas actin' like bitches, they got both parts (cat) And I came from the gutter, I don't got no heart And I'm straight up out the gutter, I don't got no heart Nigga when they killed my brother, I had to go hard Put that chopper in his face and then I Bogart Niggas tryna cross me, I don't understand it I'm just tryna take care of the family And I'm sippin' Codeine, not Brandy (21) And I'm sippin' Codeine, I'm an addict You go to jail, can't depend on a bad bitch She fucked and sucked him tryna keep up with the fashion And I'm really, really rich and I ain't braggin' Sometimes I really can't believe this shit happened Who woulda thought I'd make it rappin'? I almost lost my life when I was trappin' Numb the pain with the money, numb the pain with the money Numb the pain with the money, numb the pain with the Numb the pain with the money, numb the pain with the money Numb the pain with the money, numb the pain with the Numb the pain with the money, numb the pain with the money Numb the pain with the money, numb the Numb the pain with the money, numb the pain with the money Numb the pain with the money, numb the pain with the If Young Metro don't trust you, I'm gon' shoot you
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​asmr
​asmr by 21 Savage
95 ContributorsTranslationsEspañol​asmr Lyrics Y'all know what's goin' on 21 Gang 'til I'm gone 4L Gang 'til I'm gone If Young Metro don't trust you, I'm gon'— Roll the window down, stick the Glock out (Stick the Glock out) This chopper got a AMP, I'ma rock out (I'ma rock out) When it's time for smoke, they gon' cop out (They gon' cop out) This AK47 made in Moscow (Made in Moscow) All these dead bodies got me seein' strange things (Straight up) Both sides of the gun, I done dealt and felt the pain (On God) Drive-by? Nah, we the walk-up gang (21) I come from the 6 where they chalk up lames (On God) Slide in and out (Out) Spend the night? I doubt (Doubt) Gold grill mouth (Mouth) I come from the South (South) We was stealin' cars You was inside the house (Pussy) I know he gon' be a rat one day Right now we call him a mouse (21) I got lots of stripes, all my niggas shyst You can roll the dice, you might lose your life Keep my Desert Eagle on me, he not nothin' nice I just need one Glock, Nas need one mic (Lil' bitch) See 21 Savage LiveGet tickets as low as $69You might also like I done did a lot in the streets and them facts (21) PTSD like I came from Iraq (On God) You made it from the gutter, then I'm tippin' my hat (I am) Don't go big on me, you might get hit with this MAC (Brrah) I don't need no holster, you get burned like toaster (21) I don't drink no liquor, but I'm smokin' on mimosa (Yeah) We been gettin' that Jewish money, everything is Kosher (On God) Bought myself a 'Ventador and bought my bitch a Roadster (Straight up) Drive my Lambo to the store, I'ma wave with my doors I'm on Glenwood, not the Ave., nigga, the road (21) Talkin' on the pillow, nigga, that shit for the hoes (Straight up) I'd never snitch on my enemies or my bros (Never) I'm so 21, dawg, I'm so SG (Yeah) I'm so 4L Gang, I keep a Glock, not an XD (21) Head so good, she not even white, I still call her Becky (Yeah, yeah) Richard Mille cost so much I could push a button and see next week (Straight up) .30 on the glizzy, got my pants dizzy (Pants dizzy) Playin' 'round with Savage, you get shot in the kidney (Shot in the kidney) So many drums, he gon' think a band hit him (Ha) Chopper clapped his ass, he thought a hand hit him (Ha) I do the BlocBoy JB on a brick (Skrrt, skrrt) Make your crew do the Electric Slide with this stick (Straight up) She don't get no new Chanel, she gon' throw a fit (Straight up) I wanna buy that girl the world, the way she suck this dick (Yeah) Fronted me some bags, I ran out the same night (Damn) When I was in jail, on my momma, I ain't kite (Damn) Niggas know I'm solid, I shoot and I fight (Straight up) You just wear Adidas, but in real life, I got stripes (21) I got lots of stripes, all my niggas shiest' You can roll the dice, you might lose your life Keep my Desert Eagle on me, he not nothin' nice I just need one Glock, Nas need one mic My brother down the road, they tried to give him life He swear he so creative, turned a toothbrush to a knife Savage got your wifey playin' with herself on Skype She thought the AC was on, it was just my ice We pull up ready to shoot (Brrrah) Y'all ready to fight (Stupid) Pull up, ready to kill (Yeah) Y'all ready to die (Straight up) Broke-ass nigga get killed ridin' a bike (Pussy) Savage left his gun at home, nigga, yeah, right (Ha)
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4L
4L by 21 Savage (Ft. Young Nudy)
Solid nigga, real street nigga A hundred percent, a hundred and ten percent Ain't no cut on this shit, nigga This shit blue magic, nigga, like Frank Lucas, nigga, on God Four trap spots at the bottom of the hill (Straight up) Tryna diss Savage, that'll prolly get you killed (On god) I'll get my shooter smoked, I think he finna spill (Swear) The beans, I got X, dawg, 75 cents a pill (21) Tez took a 15, finna come back on appeal (Free Tez) Pop took 19 'fore he was 19, made me shed a tear (Free Pop) Blew up on my own, no cosigns I was stiff (On God) I swear I went like six times platinum 'fore I signed my deal (Straight up) We used to cut MAK-90s 'fore they made them Dracs (On my mama) I'm so Slaughter Gang, I'ma nut on her face (21) Captain Save-A-Ho, you might get shot in your cape (On God) Niggas drop a mixtape, then they tattoo they face (Lil' pussy) Niggas drop an album, then pretend to be gangsta (Lil' bitch) Imaginary hood, you gon' make it up, ain't you? He done made up dead homies, man this nigga a prankster I got niggas down the road for a flock, they'll shank you (On God) Give me head in a brand new car (Yeah) Hit her from the back, need Geico (21) She got fat 'cause a nigga made her stay in the house so I got the bitch lipo (Straight up) Ridin' 'round town with a Glock, but if it's a hit I'ma use my rifle (On God) You can ask all the opps, niggas know 4L gang go psycho (I swear) See 21 Savage LiveGet tickets as low as $69You might also like Cap-ass, rap-ass, battery-in-the-back-ass You know you ain't built like that, play and get your ass smashed All black ski mask, pull up on your street fast Bodybag a nigga ass, throw his body in the trash I'm a young trap ass, strapped-ass, no time for the yap ass Get a nigga clapped ass, Zone 6, ride around with it in my lap ass Leave your man's brain in your motherfuckin' lap ass nigga Bow-bow-bow-bow-bow-bow-bow-bow Brrr-bow-bow-bow-bow I wanted to come in, know what I'm talkin' about Cuz just talked that shit That big Zone 6 shit for y'all niggas ass (Stop all that cap-ass shit) I'm a Zone 6-er, Mr. Remixer Mr. Fuck-Her-Then-I-Hit-Her-Pass-Her-To-My-Nig-ger Only thing I smoke on is a big Swisher And I don't sip liquor, I sip lean, yes, sir Pull up on the curb, hop out serve a nigga bird (Serve a bird) Who run the block? Slimeball, that's the word (Slime) Get a nigga topped, off top, non-stop, on my block I got shooters totin' their Glock, it's a 30 in his Glock (Yeah that 30) Niggas ain't rockin' how we rockin', we rock-solid (4L) And I keep them blues in my pocket, ten thousand (Uh huh) Five on your head, nigga, get your head chopped (Do that) Ride through my hood and I got the top chopped (What?) Off, when I ride off (What?) Smoke gas, cough (Dude) Bitch give me mouth (Uh-huh) Big dawg, boss (Big dawg) Y'all know what it cost (You know) Just to be a boss (Be a boss) Well, you gotta wipe some niggas off You gotta run off on the plug You gotta shoot at some niggas Let 'em know you don't give no fucks If you really 'bout that life, then, nigga, show 'em you 'bout your business Don't be schemin' on a hunnid, nigga, run up you a million Cap-ass, rap-ass, battery-in-the-back-ass You know you ain't built like that, play and get your ass smashed All black ski mask, pull up on your street fast Bodybag a nigga ass, throw his body in the trash I'm a young trap ass, strapped-ass, no time for the yap ass Get a nigga clapped ass, Zone 6, ride around with it in my lap ass Leave your man's brain in your motherfuckin' lap ass nigga (21, 21) I was little, now I'm bigger (Now I'm bigger) I was broke, now I'm worth eight figures (Eight figures) It's either you against us or you with us (Lil' bitch) Malcolm might get killed in the middle (On God) Mini-14, I was 17 first time I shot it Nigga, I was on Glenfair (On my mama, dawg) Went hollow, Collier Ridge to VC Robbin', landin', all the way to Line Street, they don't play fair (21, 21) If you make your bed, you gon' lay there (You gon' lay there) Made a hunnid on Austin off my cell, yeah (Off my cell, yeah) It was a trap spot and I used to stay there (On God) On my dead brother, I kept a K there (Straight up) Tryna spend the night, you must be fuckin' or somethin' (Lil' bitch) I want you to suck me like you suckin' your thumb (21) Savage rich as fuck, but I save money like a bum (On God) Made it to the top, but I give back to the slum (Straight up) Cap-ass, rap-ass, battery-in-the-back-ass You know you ain't built like that, play and get your ass smashed All black ski mask, pull up on your street fast Bodybag a nigga ass, throw his body in the trash I'm a young trap ass, strapped-ass, no time for the yap ass Get a nigga clapped ass, Zone 6, ride around with it in my lap ass Leave your man's brain in your motherfuckin' lap ass nigga (21, 21)
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Issa
Issa by 21 Savage (Ft. Drake & Young Thug)
Issa Kylie, might be Jenner, hol' up Let's fight about it, hol' up, she leave wit' the winner, hol' up Bricks, this shit finna kill these niggas N-n-n-n-narcos Wheezy Beatz Issa, issa, issa Issa Issa, issa, issa Issa Issa knife, dawg (Issa knife) I got stripes, dawg What's in that Wraith, Savage? It's some white, dawg It's some nose-wipe (Wipe), that's a slime (Slime) Chopper singin' (Singin'), Ginuwine (Brrrrr) I'm on Air One (Damn), issa nine (Nine) On Gresham road (Gresham), all the time (Everytime) I be cheatin' (Nah), she be cryin' (Cry) She tell the truth, I be lyin' (I be lyin') Issa paintin' (Bitch, that's art), half a ticket (Half a ticket) Issa Kylie (Boss), might be Jenner, hol' up (Hol' up) Issa jet (Phew), issa check (Check) Issa savage (Issa savage), now she wet (Now she wet) Issa Pyrex (Woo), I got crack (I got crinack) Got a coolin' system, issa Tec (Thu thu thu thu thu) If your bitch spend the night, issa sex (Slime) If your watch ain't cost a hundred, it ain't shit (It ain't shit, slime) See 21 Savage LiveGet tickets as low as $69You might also like Issa X (Lil' nigga), it's respect If she don't check 'em (What she gon' do?), issa next (Next) Issa slice (Slice), yes or not (Yes or no?) Only one body (Only one body), issa squash (Hah) I'm out the gutter, dawg, nigga, I'm real raw Nigga I got real hitters (I got real hitters) Issa gravedigger (Graves) Nigga, I'm real raw (Real raw) Issa babysitter (Ya dig?) Oh, that's a real kiddie? (Real child?) Nigga, that's a real stripper (Fool) I see whiskers (Cat), he scared, issa pig (Issa pig) Could've been had 'em, talk to Rika instead (yeah, yeah) Tremendous pool, issa livin' room We tigers in the streets, bitch, tycoon (Woop) Nigga, issa Patek, nigga, issa necklace (Patek) Nigga, issa knife, came for a slice (Came for a what?) Better get right (Fool), nigga get diced (Slime god) Never tell the truth, issa lie (On God) Issa 21 (Young savage), issa Jeff (Issa Jeffery) Issa profit, dawg (Big racks), issa net (Got it on score) I watched you go sell four million, issa stretch (Issa, issa) You gave somethin' to the cops, issa sketch (Issa picture) Issa drawin' (It's Picasso), issa foreign (Foreign, skrrrrt) This look fun (this looks fun), that looks borin' (That looks dumb) Girl, stop textin' me so much, issa 'nnoying (Bitch, stop texting me) Issa bloody LaFerrari, issa fortune (Skrrt skrrrrrt) Issa duffle bag (Duffle), issa Goyard (Goyard) That's a pump fake (Oops), this a whole car (Whole car) Issa VVS (VVS), and it's swimmin' (Swimmin') I'm a gang banger (Gang), I'm lieutenant Issa Thugger, issa lieutenant Boy with all the fuckery, issa menace Tell me your target, tell me your bargain Please don't scream, it's an arson Issa Rolls Royce (Skrrt, skrrt) and it's tinted (Skrrt, skrrt) Spent your bank account (On God) at the dentist Issa a Bentley (Skrrt, skrrt), it ain't rented (Hell nah) Issa diss song, now they missin' (Tried to tell 'em) Issa brown bag, issa blue cash Issa coup that's fast, issa green Xan Issa moshpit, issa bandana Issa Taliban, Alexander McQueen Issa 40 (Forty, shorty), issa 30 (Thirty, thirty) Issa Dessy (Issa Dessy), y'all not ready (Y'all ain't ready) Issa nail polish (Issa nail polish), bitch, I'm petty (The most) Issa ton of these (Issa ton), Six God heavy (Six God heavy, ayy) Issa YSL (Slime), issa PDE (Slime) That's my old ting (That's my old ting), issa TBT (Hah) Issa tax bracket (Tax bracket), issa Stoney jacket (Stoney jacket) World is mine now (World is miiiine), it's on Tony status (It's on Tony status) Nigga, don't argue (Argue), nigga, you pardoned (Pardoned) Nigga, gon' harm you (Harm you), nigga, we heartless (Heartless) And I got a 'Rari ('Rari), and I got a Harley (And I got a Harley) And I got Saint Laurent (I got Saint Laurent) on my garments (On my garments) Issa 21, issa rat, issa pump, issa killer Issa pistol, iss' dismissal, issa kiss, if we catch her, yes, we kissed her Iss' dismissal, iss' dismiss you, issa pistol, issa spillin' Issa spillin', issa I'm bigger, issa (Woah) Issum killers, issum hitters, issa hit 'em with some missiles Issa (Shit), issa (Gotta hit 'em), issa fuck it, issa fuck 'em Issa fuck 'em, issa bust 'em, issa truck 'em, issa fuck 'em Issa buck 'em, issa just don't cuff 'em, 21 Issa, issa, issa, issa, issa Issa, issa... Issa Issa, issa, issa... Issa Issa, issa, issa... Issa Issa... slight problem, niggas poppin' like some popcorn, nigga Hit your bitch with my socks on, nigga (Now they turnt) Issa, issa, issa knife, lil' nigga Know some hitters out the 9th, lil' nigga
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Dip Dip
Dip Dip by 21 Savage
55 ContributorsDip Dip Lyrics Murder Gang shit You ain't Slaughter Gang, you don't speak my language Niggas really lame, boy, they lamer than a bitch Eat you pussy-niggas, like a fucking sandwich Maison Margiela cost a grip, grip, grip Bitches say they love the way I drip, drip, drip I eat that pussy up and then I lick, lick, lick Wet a nigga block and then I dip, dip, dip Young Savage pull up on your fucking on your mother (Your mother) Young Savage, bitch, I'm hanging with my brothers (Brother) Slaughter Gang savages, yeah, them my brothers (Yeah, them my brother) Slaughter Gang got choppers, like under covers (Pew, pew, pew) Hit that bitch with a rubber (Yeah) Fuck her on the dresser, boy, I fuck her on the covers (Yeah, yeah) I keep a lethal weapon, like my name Danny Glover (Yeah) I'm just here to fuck, yeah, baby, I ain't here to love, yeah (21) Send you to your nigga 'cause I heard he a sucker (Sucker) If he run up on me like a swisher, I'ma a bust 'em (Buuh) Pop, pop, pop, pop, nigga get to duckin' (Duckin') I'm a ladies man, bitches call me MC lovin' (Yeah) Murder Gang shit You ain't Slaughter Gang, you don't speak my language Niggas really lame, boy they lamer than a bitch Eat you pussy-niggas like a fucking sandwich Maison Margiela cost a grip, grip, grip Bitches say they love the way I drip, drip, drip I eat that pussy up and then I lick, lick, lick Wet a nigga block and then I dip, dip, dip See 21 Savage LiveGet tickets as low as $69You might also like Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, scrape the motherfuckin' bowl up Young Savage, bitch, I'm in the kitchen cooking cola Real street nigga, man, I love that baking soda Bitch, get on my nerves I pour a motherfuckin' four up (Mud, mud) Told that nigga get his funds up (Yeah) Rep that Sex Money, so you know I got my guns up Word on the street, Savage fucked your baby mamma (I did) Jamaican Don Dada, I murder for fun, yeah I bought that bitch a Benz 'cause she use to drive a Honda (Wuu, wuu) You been skripping all your life and you still stay with your mamma (Broke-ass bitch) Murder Gang shit You ain't Slaughter Gang, you don't speak my language Niggas really lame, boy they lamer than a bitch Eat you pussy-niggas like a fucking sandwich Maison Margiela cost a grip, grip, grip Bitches say they love the way I drip, drip, drip I eat that pussy up and then I lick, lick, lick Wet a nigga block and then I dip, dip, dip
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Nothin New
Nothin New by 21 Savage
97 ContributorsTranslationsFrançaisNothin New Lyrics Damn, damn, damn, damn, damn, damn, damn Damn, damn, damn, damn 21, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Zaytoven Yeah, yeah, yeah If Young Metro don't trust you I'm gon' shoot you (Yeah, yeah, yeah) They thought I only rapped about murder and pistols (21) I'm tryna feed my family, I ain't being political (Fuck) You ain't givin' out money, then they look at you pitiful (On God) You make a couple million, niggas greedy, they envy you (Damn) Ayy, fuck that other side, we gon' shoot up your Sprinter (Fuck) I used to sell that crack and spray that MAC out that rental (Facts) Niggas run and hide when we roll down the window Got a extendo and a hoodie, he can't wait 'til December Got a extendo and a hoodie, he gon' shoot you on camera (21) Lost his faith in Jesus Christ, he prayin' to a bandana Police gunned his brother down, this shit too hard to handle (Fuck) Loadin' up his chopper (Loadin'), he gon' show 'em black lives matter (21, 21, 21) Another nigga made the news, it ain't nothin' new (It ain't nothin' new) He done dropped outta school, it ain't nothin' new (It ain't nothin' new) He done got his first tool, it ain't nothin' new (It ain't nothin' new) Mama on that dog food, it ain't nothin' new (It ain't nothin' new) He smokin' weed and he changin', it ain't nothin' new (On God) All his friends gang-bangin', it ain't nothin' new (On God) Got a pocket full of hundreds and they all blue (They all blue) Another nigga from the hood tryna ball, too (Ball for real) See 21 Savage LiveGet tickets as low as $69You might also like Shit gettin' outrageous (On God) Treat us like slaves then they lock us up in cages (21) Young, black, poor, ain't had a father since a baby Why you think we skip school and hang out on the pavement? (Why?) Why you think we ridin' 'round with choppers off safety? (Why?) Streets cutthroat, nigga, so I'm cutthroat (Cutthroat) I used to sell dope, nigga, now I can't vote (Vote) Poppin' Percocets to kill the pain, I can't cope (God) Anger in my genes, they used to hang us up with ropes (21) Civil rights came so they flood the hood with coke (Real) Breakin' down my people, tryna kill our faith and hope (Hope) They killed Martin Luther King and all he did was spoke (21) Welcome to the hood, yeah, where niggas dyin' at (Dyin') Same place where the best chicken gettin' fried at (Uh) Same place where the police killin', tellin' lies at (Uh) It ain't just the babies, man, I swear their mamas cryin' now (21) Another nigga made the news, it ain't nothin' new (It ain't nothin' new) He done dropped outta school, it ain't nothin' new (It ain't nothin' new) He done got his first tool, it ain't nothin' new (It ain't nothin' new) Mama on that dog food, it ain't nothin' new (It ain't nothin' new) He smokin' weed and he changin', it ain't nothin' new (On God) All his friends gang bangin', it ain't nothin' new (On God) Got a pocket full of hundreds and they all blue (They all blue) Another nigga from the hood tryna ball too (Ball for real)
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​a&t
​a&t by 21 Savage (Ft. Yung Miami)
82 ContributorsTranslationsEspañol​a&t Lyrics Good job, 1st (Bounce that) Ass and titties, ass and titties (Shake that) Ass and titties, he throw money, twenties (Bounce that) Ass and titties (Ayy), ass and titties (Shake that) Ass and titties (Ayy), come get savage with me 21 If you play the paint, I'ma go for the 3 (Straight Up) She don't dribble balls, but she good with the D Stay on Fashion Nova cuz' she get it for free She at home, but her Instagram location the beach (She at home bro) Ass phat, baby can I grab that? (God damn) Booty viral, that shit need a hashtag (Yes ma'am) She walkin' into work like where the bags at? (21, 21) Hit a couple models, but I love the ratchets (Bounce that) Ass and titties, ass and titties (Shake that) Ass and titties, he throw money, twenties (Bounce that) Ass and titties (Ayy), ass and titties (Shake that) Ass and titties (Ayy), come get savage with me See 21 Savage LiveGet tickets as low as $69You might also like Where my big dick diamond rocking foreign driving niggas at? (Where they at?) Big shit poppin', fuck that talkin', where them dollas at? If you ain't breaking bread, please don't you touch a bitch Bills (I got bills), I gotta pay (I gotta pay) If you gon' handle it for me, then we can play (We can play) All depending how you spend it, you can stay (You can stay) When it's bout that money youngin', don't discriminate (Haha) I don't wanna smoke yo' weed, I don't wanna meet yo' homie (Nah) We ain't gotta let me lead if you find a nigga with it on him I'm 21 'bout it baby, I need that cash, you feel me? So, if you ain't got that bag, don't grab my ass, you hear me? (Bounce that) Ass and titties, ass and titties (Shake that) Ass and titties, he throw money, twenties (Bounce that) Ass and titties (Ayy), ass and titties (Shake that) Ass and titties (Ayy), come get savage with me Drop it to the flo' after she wobble and twist (Straight up) I like em natural, I don't like plastic booties and lip (I don't) Struggling strippers always tryna sneak in the vip (21) You ain't get no wristband, then you can't get no tip (Nope) Got a bitch a brand new G wagon and I snatched her stomach, she happy (She snatched) Made it out the bottom, I'm braggin' (Straight up) Came in the club with that fake ass jewelry on, threw a hundred dollars, he cappin' (Cappin') Before I walk around trying to act like I'm something I ain't, I just quit rapping (On God) I had to start selling bundles of weave, you wouldn't even get her hair done (21) If a nigga had a chance, he'd fuck my bitch, nigga that's why I don't even spare none (On God) I'm so 21, I'm so 4L, play with this shit, get redrummed (Straight up) Bullets so big, I could be in Zone 6, fuck around and hit a nigga in Belgium (21) Ass and titties, ass and titties (Shake that) Ass and titties, he throw money, twenties (Bounce that) Ass and titties, ass and titties (Shake that) Ass and titties, come get savage with me Ass and titties, hunnids and fifties (21) Yeah, I got a girl, don't leave no hickies (On God) St. Laurent panties she don't wear Vicky (Straight Up) I'm her sugar son, her sugar daddy was 50 Bounce that Shake that, ayy Bounce that, ayy Shake that, ayy Bounce that, ayy Shake that, ayy Bounce that, ayy Shake that, ayy Bounce that
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Famous
Famous by 21 Savage
81 ContributorsTranslationsРусскийFamous Lyrics (Zaytoven) (Metro Boomin want some more, nigga) Rags to riches, nigga came from the bottom Hood rats, now a nigga fuckin' on models Ridin' in the foreign, remember ridin' on MARTA Grind got harder and my mind got smarter I was gettin' bags for the cheap When I ain't had money, I was robbin', nigga I was gettin' bags for the free 21 Gang, they were right beside me And they still with me, nigga, I'm on TV Couple niggas switched up, bitched up, fuck 'em I can't go nowhere without a pistol or a rubber I'm too, too player to put a bitch before my brother I'm too street smart, nigga, to serve a undercover Niggas tryna clone a nigga's shit, damn, woah Used to drive a hotbox, shit, Lambo' Niggas want a handout, shit, mine broke I grinded for this shit, I grinded for this shit Can't change on my gang, niggas still here Kinda hard to change my ways 'cause the shit real Niggas rappin' 'bout shit they ain't even lived Niggas lyin', I can hear it in their ad-libs I'm poppin' Percocets, bitch, not Advil It's kinda fucked up what they did to Black, damn If I catch him in the trap, I'ma whack him I catch that boy in traffic, nigga, I'ma whack him Nigga, try to keep up with this fashion, uh Makin' sure my kids happy, yeah They dependent on their daddy, yeah Tryin' not to let the streets distract me I know it's bumps in the road like acne Had to sell dope, I couldn't be an athlete I'm a solid young nigga, you can ask C The internet ain't gon' help you, understand me See 21 Savage LiveGet tickets as low as $69You might also like I'm a street nigga, yeah, I'm famous I'm a rapper, nigga, and I'm gang-bangin' Everybody kill a nigga, what you claimin'? Everybody get it with your nigga flamin' All these chains on a nigga like I'm stranglin' Ran off with your money, nigga, guess we straight then You knockoff gang-bangers ain't bangin' In the hood everyday, I'm hangin' And I come through when the gang need And I wear shades, so they can't see And I pay them lawyers and the bond fees Nigga, one thousand, I'm beyond G I put my main bitch inside Givenchy Niggas still askin', "Can you front me?" My old ho sayin', "Boy, you growed up" Promethazine, it got a nigga slowed up Too solid, pussy-niggas can't disclose us Went and seen Eliantte, and he froze us I'm too street to walk around with my nose up Especially to the niggas knew me 'fore I blowed up Savage Mode drop, now my price'll go up Streets cold, nigga, they ain't showin' no love Niggas get in front of judge and they fold up Face shot, hit that boy with the whole dub I'm a street nigga, yeah, I'm famous I'm a rapper, nigga, and I'm gang-bangin' Everybody kill a nigga, what you claimin'? Everybody get it with your nigga flamin' All these chains on a nigga like I'm stranglin' Ran off with your money, nigga, guess we straight then You knockoff gang-bangers ain't bangin' In the hood everyday, I'm hangin' Couple niggas switched up, bitched up, fuck 'em I can't go nowhere without a pistol or a rubber I'm too, too player to put a bitch before my brother I'm too street smart, nigga, to serve a undercover
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​out for the night, pt. 2
​out for the night, pt. 2 by 21 Savage (Ft. Travis Scott)
90 ContributorsTranslationsEspañol​out for the night, pt. 2 Lyrics Give her back shots 'til her back hurt (Back shots) Thumb through the money 'til my hands hurt (Cash out) Wanna go on a date? You gotta dance first (Yah, yah) Take it to the paint, I gotta slam first (Yah, yah) She be actin' stiff with the booty (On God) Feelin' like I'm Biggie rockin' Coogi (On God) Draco make you put up that lil' Uzi (On God) I don't want no features, niggas groupies (Straight up) Pass her to the gang, quarterback sneak (Quarterback sneak) I was in my feelings, now it's, "Fuck Kiki" (Worried 'bout) Let lil' Tip hit that bitch, on GP (Straight up) Smokin' gas, nigga, I re-up at the BP Five foot five (Five), she my ride or die (Die) Never tell a lie (Lie), we like Bonnie and Clyde (Clyde) Lookin' at her thigh (Thigh), like, "Do it come with rice?" (Rice) She don't like FaceTime, she would rather Skype But I'm out for the night (Straight up) Out for the night (Straight up) Out for the night (Straight up) Out for the night (Straight up) Yeah, I'm out for the night (On God) Out for the night (On God) Out for the night (On God) Out for the night (On God) See 21 Savage LiveGet tickets as low as $69You might also like Yeah, you workin' hard (Hard) And I see you (I do) And your bills late (Late) And your rent due (Yeah) And you never need a man to defend you (Straight up) You already pissed off, on your menstrual (Straight up) And you been through (Yeah) 'Cause he been through (Yeah) You a star player (Yeah) And he benched you (Yeah) In your corner, I'd never go against you (On God) Bought a foreign, now it's friends wanna text you (Straight up) You got off late (Late) And you worked out (Worked) You ain't stunt his baby mama 'cause she burnt out (Burnt) You got rid of him and made sure that we worked out (Facts) So I put a hunnid racks in your purse now (Racks) Five foot five (Five), she my ride or die (Die) Never tell a lie (Lie), we like Bonnie and Clyde (Clyde) Lookin' at her thigh (Thigh), like, "Do it come with rice?" (Rice) She don't like FaceTime, she would rather Skype But I'm out for the night (Straight up) Out for the night (Straight up) Out for the night (Straight up) Out for the night (Straight up) Yeah, I'm out for the night (On God) Out for the night (On God) Out for the night (On God) Out for the night (On God) Damn... Damn... Ooh (Huh) P-pardon my lateness, this beat hittin', slap After take one, then just run this shit back Say La Flame hot, no, I'm hotter than that (Yeah) Told you before, know this deeper than rap We been up-up in the cap, ain't no cap (Uh) Just bought the block where they didn't want me at Just threw a fest right across from the tracks Tried take my world, but I got that bitch back My heart in this 'til I heart attack Runnin' this shit 'til cardiac Not far from this shit where they find me at Flame, Flame, La Flame Walk in my closet, she tryin' on pieces She wanna bling blaow for the evenin' Up at the top it's still plottin' and schemin' City of Angels, we watch for the demons Out of the window, we countin' in seasons Three nights in The Forum for the kids, gotta feed 'em They open pits up without even speakin' It's been some tension, but can't rock the wave Let the coupe roller coast, get the fuck out my way (Yeah, yeah) It will start makin' sense, I guess, when I get older For now 'cause they cold, I got ice to get colder I run through the H, keep an eighth when I go there Don't break out Moët 'cause I'm lit if I'm sober Don't mean that I'm slippin' and slidin' on this She wanna go out for the night, I'm with it Yeah
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7 Min Freestyle
7 Min Freestyle by 21 Savage
80 Contributors7 Min Freestyle Lyrics (Southside, Southside on the, Southside on the, hey) (Metro Boomin want some more, nigga) Goyard duffle, yeah, yeah Got that Draco in it, yeah, yeah Whip a chicken, yeah, yeah Tryna break the pot, yeah, yeah And I got that Glock, yeah, yeah I got thirty shots, yeah, yeah Got your baby mama, yeah, yeah She bent over, nigga, yeah, yeah Young Savage trappin', yeah, yeah And I'm fuckin' rappin', yeah, yeah I make lots of money, yeah, yeah And I throw it, throw it, yeah, yeah Ayy, lil' bitch, you tryna blow it, yeah Woah, chopper like a lawnmower, yeah Woah, got that motherfuckin' dagger on me Woah, stab a nigga and his lil' homie, woah And I'm ballin' like Nowitzki, woah I get head like Lewinsky Police tryna fingerprint me, woah I'm runnin' out that motherfucker, nigga, woah Get money like a motherfucker, nigga Bags in, nigga, gas in Cash out, nigga, cash in I'm robbin', ski maskin' You niggas know that I'm 'bout action Fishtail with the traction Fuck a fistfight, nigga, I was blastin' Air that motherfucker out, we was smashin' Got them VVS's on me, nigga, glass Fuck school, nigga, I always skipped class Fuck the other side, throwin' red rags Slaughter Gang, PDE gon' do you bad, nigga Runnin' through this cash, through this cash, nigga And my bitch bad, bitch bad, nigga Yeah, and I got a bag, got a bag, nigga Why these niggas mad, why they sad, nigga? 'Cause I'm poppin', ho, yeah, I'm poppin', ho Got your main bitch pussy poppin', ho We don't want that pussy, we just want that toppy, ho And I don't want it if the shit ain't sloppy, ho Yeah, gang, gang, nigga, gang, gang Ayy, niggas snitchin' in the chain gang, ayy They must not know they go in the chain gang, ayy Stab 'em up, nigga, stab 'em up I'm in a Bentley truck, you in a Acura You niggas actin' like I ain't got racks or somethin' You niggas actin' like I ain't in the trap or somethin' Fuck you niggas thought, Savage was just rappin', huh? Ayy, your main bitch, she gon' back it up 21, that .223 gon' make you back it up 21, that show money I just stack it up 21, I'm real gangster, you just actin' tough, woah Niggas tryna put the feds on me, woah My young niggas droppin' shells on 'em, woah I know they scared now, scared now Niggas broke, they can't even pay they bail now Ayy, I get a brick and I bust it down, nigga Put it in the pyrex and drown it, nigga Water whip the dope, water whip it Ho, water whip your ho, water whip 'em, yeah Them VVS's got her hypnotized, yeah I used to walk around with two nines, woah Then I hit a nigga for two nines, 21 That's a half a brick, lil' nigga, 21 You a fuckin' shrimp, lil' nigga, 21 I got somethin' for that lip, lil' nigga, 21 Have you with a limp, lil' nigga, 21 Cut you up, no temp, lil' nigga, yeah I get money 'cause I'm rich, nigga, yeah I might fuck all on your bitch, nigga, yeah Got a drank in in the vip, nigga, yeah She want a gangster, not a wimp, nigga, yeah Burberry fur on me, shit, woah Thirty, Steph Curry on me, shit, woah Eatin' chicken curry in this bitch, woah Good food, nigga, good food, 21 I'm a gangster, you a good dude, 21 I won't text her 'til she send nudes, 21 She call my phone when the rent due, 21 I ain't got a dime for your stankin' ass, 21 Wash your behind with your stankin' ass, bitch And your nigga broke, down bad, bitch All my niggas havin' fuckin' bags, bitch Rich niggas, rich niggas, rich, 21 Hit, nigga, hit, nigga, hit, 21 That stick, nigga, stick, nigga, stick, 21 Bricks, nigga, licks, nigga, hits, 21 Slaughter Gang, PDE the shit, 21 Got the rap game on lock fast, 21 Got the block game on lock fast, 21 I got that Glock aim on lock fast, 21 I drop cop and send shots fast, 21 You only gangster when the gangsters gone, 21 You just a pussy with a camera phone, 21 You just a bitch with an Instagram, 21 No trigger finger, I got a trigger hand, 21 All of 'em like to shoot, nigga, 21 All of 'em like boot, nigga, 21 All of 'em in your boot, nigga, 21 Finger holes, nigga, finger holes, 21 You just a pussy with some finger rolls, 21 I can't respect a nigga with cornrows, 21 Broke nigga with your brother clothes, 21 Broke nigga fuckin' your brother hoes, 21 Get your own, nigga, get your own, 21 You ain't grown, nigga, you ain't grown, 21 Your money brown and my money long, 21 My blunt green and my gas strong, 21 Your bitch bad and I got her number, 21 All her friends wanna throw a slumber, 21 I might fuck all on that bitch mama, 21 I might take that lil' bitch out that Honda, 21 Put that lil' bitch in a Benz, yeah, 21 I wish that bitch had a twin, yeah, 21 She wanna fuck on my friends, yeah, 21 Man, that bitch got on some Timbs, yeah, 21 But I put that bitch in Gucci Gucci, 21 Man, I fuck that bitch like she Karruche, 21 I might lick that, do the oochie coochie, 21 Got a brown one like a nigga Boosie, 21 Nigga, catch me all up in Bruce's, 21 And you know I pull up with that Uzi, 21 I might shoot a nigga, make the news and, 21 Niggas, mm, nigga, niggas losin', 21 Yeah, yeah, nigga, yeah, yeah, 21 Serve a nigga with no scale, scale, 21 Come and help me wrap this bale, bale, 21 Fuck 12, no seatbelt, 21 Fuck 12, I don't need help, 21 12 gauge, nigga that's my help, 21See 21 Savage LiveGet tickets as low as $69You might also like
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21 Savage
1.5
1.5 by 21 Savage (Ft. Offset)
71 ContributorsTranslationsEspañol1.5 Lyrics My earrings cost a half a ticket, I don't hear the same shit y'all niggas hear On God Pockets on Cheez-Its, heavy on the cheddar (Cheddar) Run off with your money, Savage a.k.a. Jerry Heller (Heller) Too much drip, I'm rainin', bought a Gucci umbrella (Umbrella) Why you always trippin' bitch? You must look up to Ella (Ella) It's only the first night and she keep tryna snuggle (Snuggle) I slept on my back just so I ain't have to cuddle (Cuddle) Nothing 'bout me average, hit her with a Fendi rubber (Straight up) Feel like a magician, all these bitches that I juggle (Straight up) 'Rari red, Bentley black, got a Demon and a Cat Check the stats, all facts, rap made me a lot of racks Down bad, caught a flat, change his tire, he got jacked Ass fat, waist snatched, can I get some of that pussycat? 1.5 (1.5) on the ride (On the ride) Niggas die (Niggas die) when we slide (When we slide) Draw the line (Draw the line) pick a side (Pick a side) Ain't no switchin' (Ain't no switchin') on my guys (On the gang) 1.5 (1.5) on the ride (On the ride) Niggas die (Niggas die) when we slide (When we slide) Draw the line (Draw the line) pick a side (Pick a side) Ain't no switchin' (Ain't no switchin') on my guys (On the gang) See 21 Savage LiveGet tickets as low as $69You might also like Offset! Catch a vibe (Vibes) The doors go up, suicides ('Cides) The diamonds poke your eyes (Eyes) Don't tread my gang, they shiest (Gang) I don't take advice (Nah) I don't care 'bout price (Woo) Sticks, the boss don't fight (Brr) Flippin' bricks in the loft at night (Bricks) Told her "Get what you want, I swipe" (Hey) Hop in the Lambo, brains open (Skrr) My chain soakin' (Soakin') Codeine in my vein, I'm strokin' (Codeine) I put her head in motion (Bow) This Patek right here a trophy (Patek) Passed out on the Hermès sofa (Hey) Straight face, this a game of poker (Game) The green Lambo a ogre (Skrr) We pass the bitch (Bitch) Got to flippin' the bitch in the wrist (Flippin' the bitch) Just ask your bitch (Ask her) I fuck, no kiss (Smash) Walked right in this bitch, don't touch me, don't get frisked(Nah) Let's get lit (Lit) 1.5 (1.5) on the ride (On the ride) Niggas die (Niggas die) when we slide (When we slide) Draw the line (Draw the line) pick a side (Pick a side) Ain't no switchin' (Ain't no switchin') on my guys (On the gang) 1.5 (1.5) on the ride (On the ride) Niggas die (Niggas die) when we slide (When we slide) Draw the line (Draw the line) pick a side (Pick a side) Ain't no switchin' (Ain't no switchin') on my guys (On the gang)
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​out for the night
​out for the night by 21 Savage
72 ContributorsTranslationsTürkçeEspañol​out for the night Lyrics Give her back shots 'til her back hurt (Back shots) Thumb through the money 'til my hands hurt (Cash out) Wanna go on a date? You gotta dance first (Yah, yah) Take it to the paint, I gotta slam first (Yah, yah) She be actin' stiff with the booty (On God) Feelin' like I'm Biggie rockin' Coogi (On God) Draco make you put up that lil' Uzi (On God) I don't want no features, niggas groupies (Straight up) Pass her to the gang, quarterback sneak (Quarterback sneak) I was in my feelings, now it's, "Fuck Kiki" (Worried 'bout) Let lil' Tip hit that bitch, on GP (Straight up) Smokin' gas, nigga, I re-up at the BP Five foot five (Five), she my ride or die (Die) Never tell a lie (Lie), we like Bonnie and Clyde (Clyde) Lookin' at her thigh (Thigh), like, "Do it come with rice?" (Rice) She don't like FaceTime, she would rather Skype But I'm out for the night (Straight up) Out for the night (Straight up) Out for the night (Straight up) Out for the night (Straight up) Yeah, I'm out for the night (On God) Out for the night (On God) Out for the night (On God) Out for the night (On God) See 21 Savage LiveGet tickets as low as $69You might also like Yeah, you workin' hard (Hard) And I see you (I do) And your bills late (Late) And your rent due (Yeah) And you never need a man to defend you (Straight up) You already pissed off, on your menstrual (Straight up) And you been through (Yeah) 'Cause he been through (Yeah) You a star player (Star) And he benched you (Yeah) In your corner, I'd never go against you (On God) Bought a foreign, now it's friends wanna text you (Straight up) You got off late (Late) And you worked out (Worked) You ain't stunt his baby mama 'cause she burnt out (Burnt) You got rid of him and made sure that we worked out (Facts) So I put a hunnid racks in your purse now (Racks) Five foot five (Five), she my ride or die (Die) Never tell a lie (Lie), we like Bonnie and Clyde (Clyde) Lookin' at her thigh (Thigh), like, "Do it come with rice?" (Rice) She don't like FaceTime, she would rather Skype But I'm out for the night (Straight up) Out for the night (Straight up) Out for the night (Straight up) Out for the night (Straight up) Yeah, I'm out for the night (On God) Out for the night (On God) Out for the night (On God) Out for the night (On God)
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​good day
​good day by 21 Savage (Ft. Project Pat & ScHoolboy Q)
74 ContributorsTranslationsEspañol​good day Lyrics I think of murder, murder on me mind Murder on the menu, murder all the time Today was a good day, ain't have to spray the K Today was a good day, pour some Actavis Today was a good day, I woke up with your bitch Today was a good day, cross her off the list Today was a good day, ain't have to spray the K Today was a good day, I sold a brick of yay Today was a good day, my brother beat his case Today was a good day, day Murder with the .45, murder with the nine Murdering that bitch, put that dick up in her spine Murder with the .45, murder with the nine Murdering that bitch, put that dick up in her spine (Uh, ooh) I don't do love, I don't do hate, I don't do gullible (Gullible, yeah) Dope in the pantry, serving up candy, watch looking colorful (Colorful, bling) Got an extendo, it's a new thing, it got kick with it (Ayy, ayy) Got a new drum, that pa-rum-pum, I can't miss with it, uh I'm in the four door (Four door), driving it solo (Ayy, nyoom) Nigga, it's stolen, hop out and park 'em, nigga Then walk home (Brrap) All of this gang talk, gang talk Walk with me, red dot on your head turn green Turn your Twitter fingers to a crime scene (Splat, splat, splat) Street sweep sweep sweep (Whoop, whoop) Wonder how I get the dope so cheap Plug walk, get the bags off me (Whoop, whoop, whoop) Two for ten going in all week Twin Glocks don't pretend round me, uh (Round me, brrt) Hit the deck, going down 'round me ('Round me) Couple shots have a 'round 'round me (Ayy, ayy) One clip but it came twelve deep (Whoop, whoop, whoop) See 21 Savage LiveGet tickets as low as $69You might also like Today was a good day, ain't have to spray the K Today was a good day, pour some Actavis Today was a good day, I woke up with your bitch Today was a good day, cross her off the list Today was a good day, ain't have to spray the K Today was a good day, I sold a brick of yay Today was a good day, my brother beat his case Today was a good day, day Niggas they die, many die, die, dead niggas I pull the trig-, pull the trig-, pull the trigger Niggas they die, many die, die, dead niggas I pull the trig-, pull the trig-, pull the trigger Got the boy for 50 things, now he wanna kill me now 50 drums, air his mammy house out, do he feel me now? Left his kinfolk full of leaks, in the street we play for keeps Closed casket, aim for his head, shot him in his teeth Mud nigga, hood nigga, opp killer, thot driller Memphis, Tennessee we got real hitters Drug dealers, cop killers Gang spitters, sauce drippers Pussy ass niggas, you need to bleed Draco bury you like a seed, I know you niggas ain't liking me Patta, all about that sack-uh Ran up on me, 45 blew out his back-uh Rack after rack-uh, you know I'm gon' stack-uh Treat this rap shit, man, like I'm hustling crack-uh, Patta Today was a good day, ain't have to spray the K Today was a good day, pour some Actavis Today was a good day, I woke up with your bitch Today was a good day, cross her off the list Today was a good day, ain't have to spray the K Today was a good day, I sold a brick of yay Today was a good day, my brother beat his case Today was a good day, day
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All the Smoke
All the Smoke by 21 Savage
36 ContributorsAll the Smoke Lyrics Woah, woah, woah, woah, woah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (Yeah) Yeah (Woah), yeah (Woah-woah), yeah Woah (Woah), woah (Woah) Woah (Yeah), woah (Yeah) Woah (Yeah), woah (Yeah) Woah (Yeah), woah (Yeah) W-woah (Woah), woah (Yeah) Yeah (Yeah), yeah (Yeah) Yeah (Yeah), yeah (Yeah) Yeah (Yeah), yeah (21), yeah (21) Dropped out of school (21) Went and bought a tool (Tool) Got a deuce deuce (What?) Time to act a fool (Yeah) Sellin' 2 for 5s (Yeah) Right on Central Drive (Yeah) You can ask my mama, I ain't gotta tell no lies (Yeah) Wanna snort a line (Yeah) Savage got them lines (Yeah) Yeah them niggas used to rap but I jumped the line (21) I listened to your mixtape, that shit was wack (Shit was wack) Studio time, you need to get your money back (On God) Back in the day, I let my uncle cook my crack (Cook my crack) Back in the day, I would have took that nigga's pack (Took the pack) Fast forward, still walk 'round with a strap (21, 21) Gotta keep that pistol on me, that's at all times (All times) Gotta keep a yoppa on me, I got all kinds (21) Room full of bad bitches and they all mine (Yeah) Room full of bad bitches and they all dimes (21) In a breakdown trap servin' all dimes, yeah See 21 Savage LiveGet tickets as low as $69You might also like Burglar-bar doors, burglar-bar doors (Yeah, yeah) Water on the stove, water on the stove (Yeah, yeah) Watch me whip a O, watch me whip a O (21, 21) We want all the smoke, we want all the smoke (21, 21) D-R-A-C-O, D-R-A-C-O (Draco, Draco) Shoot 'em in the face, shoot 'em in the nose (21, 21) I paid my lawyer dope, he played with his nose (Yeah, yeah) AR with the scope, nigga, don't get close (Woah, woah) Trash bag full of mid-grade (Mid-grade) I'm cutthroat, nigga, switchblade (Switchblade) She sucked my dick so long, she caught a lip ache (A lip ache) New car drop, I'm on the list, wait (Wait list) I'm on the wait list, 21, and I weight lift (Yeah) Drop a brick off to you, that's a weight lift (Yeah) Drop the stick off to you, give you a whole clip (Yeah) Closed casket, nigga, I'm a bastard (21) Ask around the 6, nigga we get drastic (Drastic) Glenwood Road, killin' like Jurassic (Park) I see dead bodies like I'm on acid (21) She fuck me good like she tryna get her ass did (Yeah) Burglar-bar doors, burglar-bar doors (Yeah, yeah) Water on the stove, water on the stove (Yeah, yeah) Watch me whip a O, watch me whip a O (21, 21) We want all the smoke, we want all the smoke (21, 21) D-R-A-C-O, D-R-A-C-O (Draco, Draco) Shoot 'em in the face, shoot 'em in the nose (21, 21) I paid my lawyer dope, he played with his nose (Yeah, yeah) AR with the scope, nigga, don't get close (Woah, woah)
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​break da law
​break da law by 21 Savage
71 ContributorsTranslationsPortuguês​break da law Lyrics Southside on the track, yeah Yeah Cut the bullshit, I'm not with it Call your main bitch, she let me hit it Haha, ha Metro Boomin want some more, nigga Diamonds got dripped in a lake (A lake) I don’t be goin' on dates (On dates) She got an ass, but it's fake (It’s fake) He savin' hoes, need a cape (Cape) Lil' mama's head supreme (Straight up) But I'm still rockin' this Bape (On God) All I know is two guns, nigga If you a plate, you get ate (Brrat) Had to put a bitch on pause (Pause) Me and my dawgs break laws (Laws) 21 gang 'til I fall (Fall) You could get hit in the jaw (Jaw) The chopper can hit all of y'all (Straight up) Your brother, your goldfish and dog (All) Most of my niggas just rob (Wow) They cut off and hand you your balls (On God) Hit your BFF, I’m petty (21) Can’t leave the streets, I ain't ready (21) Me and my hood got married (21) And my wedding ring was a machete (Straight up) Need me a Keisha like Belly (Straight up) Dissin’ me, got a nigga's homeboys buried (On God) They don't come outside, they scary (Scary) When we start spinnin' niggas’ blocks, they telling (Pussy) Got your baby mama in a yolk (Yolk) I don't smoke weed, I sell dope (21) Ain't no back and forth, it's smoke (Smoke) Pull up on you and your folks (Your folks) Try to give me head, she choke (Ugh) We call you a rat 'cause you spoke (Bitch) All these tennis chains like I'm in a tennis game Y'all niggas wearin' gold ropes (You're broke) See 21 Savage LiveGet tickets as low as $69You might also like Killers out the 6 (Zone 6) Got 'em all hired (Straight up) Ex-girlfriends (Old hoes) Got 'em all fired (Bye-bye) Don't you cross the gang, dawg We're like barbed wire (Straight up) Stackin' up these M's I'm a habitual car buyer (Skrrt) Actin' Hollywood, I kicked her out on Wilshire (Bye) Got a model and she tighter than a grill plier (Fine) Sneak and steal my flow, lot of these rappers slick biters (21) I'm 4L gang for L, dawg, and we got big rifles (On God) Let me pop my shit (Yeah) Keep a big Glock on my hip (Yeah) One up top, my shit (On God) I don't like to cock my shit (Straight up) Y'all niggas gossip and shit (On God) No more beef, we drop that shit (Straight up) Y'all niggas talk that shit (Straight up) Never had a payment, I bought that shit (Straight up, straight up) VS1 on my wrist (Wrist) Can't put my tongue on no bitch (No bitch) 'Cause I still kiss my kids (I do) Ho, you need to fix your wig (You do) All my brothers did a bid (Straight up) When they came home, we was rich (Straight up) Fuck 40 acres and a mule They got 50 racks and a brand new Sig (On God) Lil' boy, get up out the way (Yeah) Lil' boy, we didn't come to play (Yeah) And I got a partner named Dre (Dre) You can get beats by Dre (On God) You can get hit by K (K) K hit you, that's your last day (Day) Glock 27, that's bae (21) Stick the 30 in it, had a baby (Yeah) My strippers got S-Class 'Cedes (Straight up) Ride me slow like you drivin' Miss Daisy I ain't go to school 'cause I was too lazy Had to cut her off 'cause she was too crazy Moncler jacket, a letterman (Letterman) I gotta keep a Beretta, man (Beretta, man) She screamin' and scratchin' and yellin', man (And yellin', man) I got her in a falsetto, man (Falsetto, man) Had to put a bitch on pause (Pause) Me and my dawgs break laws (Laws) 21 gang 'til I fall (Fall) Me and my dawgs break laws (Laws) 21 gang 'til I fall (Fall) Me and my dawgs break laws (Laws) You could get hit in the jaw (Your jaw) The chopper can hit all of y'all (Straight up) Your brother, your goldfish and dog (All) Most of my niggas just rob (Wow) They cut off and hand you your balls (On God)
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Whole Lot
Whole Lot by 21 Savage
60 ContributorsWhole Lot Lyrics Yeah nigga, it's a knife and all, y'know what I'm sayin'? Yeah nigga, I hit your wife and all, y'know what I'm sayin'? Yeah, this a plain AP, but I got a lotta watches, y'know what I'm sayin'? Yeah, Metro Boomin want some more nigga Nigga made a whole lotta guala Now I got a whole lotta problems (yeah) Main bitch fuckin' my partner (main bitch) Nigga, we ain't trippin', we ballin' (fool) And I got a whole lotta shotters (and I gotta) Hang around a whole lotta robbers (hang around) And I got a bad bitch callin' (and I gotta) Put a bad bitch in Cartier Catch a nigga ridin' down College (skrt skrt) Catch a nigga ridin' down Godby (get madder nigga) We ain't talkin' 'bout it, we savage We don't talk about it, we shotters Straight up out the gutter, we charted (gutter) Straight up out the gutter, we heartless (heartless) I'm a street nigga and a artist (street nigga) And I'm gon' hit my targets (voom voom) VVS's drippin' off my chain, hoe (ooh) I be in them places where you can't go (can't go) My brother down the road on tango (I still see him) You rap niggas sweeter than a mango (pussy sweet) TEC on me with the coolie on it I'ma fuck around and I'ma squeeze (ooh) Pain runnin' through my veins I don't want the fame, I just wanna eat (ooh) Rap niggas callin' my phone Fuck these niggas, these niggas ain't G's (one hunnit) Spend on a lot of niggas, I ain't spend no more Fuck around and get robbed 'round me (fast) Chain snatched Watch snatched, don't get it back (get it) Chopper on you (slat) Wrong move, get hit in the back (cutter) I'm Young Savage Real nigga, they vouchin' for that (they vouchin' for that) I keep it on me One in the head, I'm cockin' it back See 21 Savage LiveGet tickets as low as $69You might also like Nigga made a whole lotta guala (yeah) Now I got a whole lotta problems (got a whole lotta) Main bitch fuckin' my partner (main bitch) Nigga, we ain't trippin', we ballin' (ain't trippin on 'em) And I got a whole lotta shotters (and I gotta) Hang around a whole lotta robbers (hang around) And I got a bad bitch callin' (and I gotta) Put a bad bitch in Cartier (yeah) Catch a nigga ridin' down College (ooh) Catch a nigga ridin' down Godby (get madder nigga) We ain't talkin' 'bout it, we savage (ain't talk about it) We don't talk about it, we shotters (ain't talk about it) Straight up out the gutter, we charted (okay) Straight up out the gutter, we heartless (okay) I'm a street nigga and a artist (ooh) And I'm gon' hit my targets And I make your bitch drop it back And I spend a dub in Saks And I do a whole lot of drinkin' I done put a hole in my kidney Y'all niggas pussy like kittens (uh) VVS's on, I need mittens (VVS) Nigga, we ain't leavin' no witness Stomp a nigga 'til he need stitches (woah) I ain't never played no victim Every nigga played, I killed him Put a nigga in a blender, nigga, then we chop it up (then we chop it up) Put it in the Pyrex, nigga, then we lock it up (lock it up) Put that bitch inside a Benz, she was in a Acura Niggas be actin' tough, I just be stackin' up (I just be stackin' up) Used to ride around with Dracos, now I'm going platinum (platinum) Nigga, put gold on denim (gold) Nigga, I said it, I meant it (meant it) Nigga, be fresh like mint (fresh) Nigga on percs, I'm itchin' (nigga) Nigga, I stayed in the trenches (nigga) Niggas still play in the trenches (nigga) Stayed up late on missions (fool) Sometimes we ain't strike for a dime (for a dime) If them niggas actin' scared, I ride (I'm gon' go) When my brother got killed, I cried I can't let a nigga stop my stride (stride) Gotta keep this shit goin', gotta move (move) If it come down to it, I'm bustin' moves (fool) I jump up out that vert with a Uzi (skrt) These facts, lil' nigga I'm the truth (truth) You got goons, lil' nigga, I got troops (I got troops) They don't got Instagrams 'cause they shoot (I got, I got) Coulda got a four-door, I got a coupe (got that coupe) Coulda fucked that bitch, I passed her to the crew (here you go) Shiverin' and shakin', boy you ain't gon' shoot Rice Street, man I ate a lot of soups Nigga made a whole lotta guala Now I got a whole lotta problems (yeah) Main bitch fuckin' my partner (main bitch) Nigga, we ain't trippin', we ballin' (fool) And I got a whole lotta shotters (and I gotta) Hang around a whole lotta robbers (hang around) And I got a bad bitch callin' (and I gotta) Put a bad bitch in Cartier Catch a nigga ridin' down College (skrt skrt) Catch a nigga ridin' down Godby (get madder nigga) We ain't talkin' 'bout it, we savage We don't talk about it, we shotters Straight up out the gutter, we charted (gutter) Straight up out the gutter, we heartless (heartless) I'm a street nigga and a artist (street nigga) And I'm gon' hit my targets (voom voom)
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Special
Special by 21 Savage
52 ContributorsSpecial Lyrics In my feelin's, she got me in my feelins She got me in my feelins (For real) She got me in my feelins (For real) Got me in my feelin' (For real) She got me in my feelins (For real) She got me in my feelins (For real) Got me... Wheezy Beats She got me in my feelins (For real) Buy a brand new Bentley (For real) Buy her new Chanel (For real) I don't kiss and tell (No) Her diamonds raindrop (Yeah) Stay down when the fame stop (Yeah) She be scratchin' on my tank top Real niggas 'gone make the pain stop Baby, is you gone ride with me 'till the wheels off? (21) Baby, you 'gone calm me down when I'm pissed off (21) I'm a savage, so your panties might get ripped off (Take 'em off) Your ex didn't know how to appreciate you, now he missed out We got somethin' special We got somethin' special We got somethin' special We got somethin' special I was finna text you But I ain't wanna pest you Even if we ain't together (No matter we're forever) I'm still comin' to your rescue See 21 Savage LiveGet tickets as low as $69You might also like Put you in that coupe Put you in Jimmy Choo (21) Birkin bag (Yeah), twenty-five thousand on the tag (Yeah) Put you on a private jet (Yeah) We ain't never ridin' first class (Yeah) And we havin' sex in the air (Yeah) Man, I hope the pilot don't crash (Yeah) Hard to find a bad bitch to stay true to me (21) Who gon' spend them late nights in the booth with me? Got a gutter bitch, she pullin' up to shoot with me If you can't stay down, then you ain't gon' reap the fruits with me Coke bottle model and she like to swallow Pussy so good, I give her all my guala (All my money) I got your back forever, put that on my partner (On God) You ain't gotta pay no bills, you found my heart We got somethin' special We got somethin' special (Yeah) We got somethin' special We got somethin' special I was finna text you But I ain't wanna pest you Even if we ain't together (No matter we're forever) I'm still comin' to your rescue Ride with me (Ride with me) Tell the truth and don't you lie to me (Lie to me) You know I need you on my side with me (Side with me) Tell the truth and don't you lie to me (Lie to me) Baby, roll with me (Roll with me) Jump in that coupe and, baby, coast with me (Coast with me) If I was broke, she kickin' doors with me (Doors with me) Baby, roll with me, roll with me (21) I'mma hold you down forever, you my round forever They just want to use you, but I'm tryna help you Savage tryna build, they just tryna feel Really ain't none of their business, we got somethin' real We got somethin' special We got somethin' special We got somethin' special We got somethin' special I was finna text you But I don't wanna pest you Even if we ain't together (No matter we're forever) I'm still comin' to your rescue
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FaceTime
FaceTime by 21 Savage
56 ContributorsFaceTime Lyrics Mustard on the beat, ho Henny in my system, I'm gone (I'm gone) Speedin' on the E way, all gone (gone) Girl you put up with that nigga? You strong (you strong) Ain't no need to play games, I'm grown (I'm grown) Out there cheating, man, it turn ya heart cold (heart cold) She don't wanna hear the lies this old (this old) Takin' shots even when it's too strong (too strong) Fuck a nigga, lick her, make her moan (her moan) Gotta get up in the mornin', she grown (she grown) I be drankin', I be drivin', I'm wrong (I'm wrong) Had a long day at work and I know (I Know) I can't text my girl, I'm on my way home (way home) I'm too drunk to text so can we FaceTime? (FaceTime) I won't waste your time if you don't waste mine (don't waste mine) Girl I wanna taste yours if you gon' taste mine (taste mine) I won't take your love for granted if you don't take mine (take mine) We can get drunk all weekend Let's get drunk all weekend, baby We can get drunk all weekend Let's get drunk all weekend, baby We can get drunk all weekend Let's get drunk all weekend, baby We can get drunk all weekend Let's get drunk all weekend, yeah See 21 Savage LiveGet tickets as low as $69You might also like I take her shoppin', that's easy (that's easy) Fuck the summer, girl I ball all season (all season) She don't want me to think that she easy (she easy) But she ain't tryna make it seem like she teasin' (she teasin') We just chillin' at the bar and she cheesin' (she cheesin') Buy a hundred shots for no reason (reason) Man, I'm tryna take you home this evening (this evening) Brown liquor got her panties leakin' (leakin') That nigga stealin' pussy, he thiefin' (he thiefin') OG Kush, I'm chiefin' (I'm chiefin') Let me swim inside your pool, yeah, the deep end (deep end) And we can get drunk all weekend (weekend) I'm too drunk to text so can we FaceTime? (FaceTime) I won't waste your time if you don't waste mine (don't waste mine) Girl I wanna taste yours if you gon' taste mine (taste mine) I won't take your love for granted if you don't take mine (take mine) I'm too drunk to text so can we FaceTime? (FaceTime) I won't waste your time if you don't waste mine (don't waste mine) Girl I wanna taste yours if you gon' taste mine (taste mine) I won't take your love for granted if you don't take mine (take mine) We can get drunk all weekend Let's get drunk all weekend, baby We can get drunk all weekend Let's get drunk all weekend, baby We can get drunk all weekend Let's get drunk all weekend, baby We can get drunk all weekend Let's get drunk all weekend, yeah I'm too drunk to text so can we FaceTime? (FaceTime) I won't waste your time if you don't waste mine (don't waste mine) Girl I wanna taste yours if you gon' taste mine (taste mine) I won't take your love for granted if you don't take mine (take mine)
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Skrrt Skrrt
Skrrt Skrrt by 21 Savage
44 ContributorsTranslations21 Savage - Skrrt Skrrt (Traduction Française)Skrrt Skrrt Lyrics Fuck 12 Skrrt, skrrt Skrrt, skrrt Skrrt, skrrt (Close that motherfuckin' door, nigga), skrrt, skrrt Skrrt, skrrt (Fuck wrong with you? You trippin', nigga), skrrt, skrrt Skrrt, skrrt (Hell, hand me that baking soda, nigga), skrrt, skrrt Skrrt, skrrt (God damn, nigga, I only count on it), skrrt, skrrt Skrrt, skrrt (Cut the stove up, cut the stove up, cut the—), skrrt, skrrt Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt (No, 'cause you don't need that, man, you trippin'), skrrt, skrrt Skrrt (Hell, you gon' burn the dope up, but still), skrrt Skrrt, skrrt (Hell, keep that motherfucker on me), skrrt, skrrt Cooking up dope in Givenchys, all my niggas counting benjis Pull up on you with the sticks, nigga, we gon' handle business I know a lot of niggas out here say they worth a mill' ticket I guess everybody rich, you a goddamn liar Took the stand on your right hand, man, so you had to die Lost a lot of my real niggas, so I had to cry 21 and that Sex Money what I live by Glock .40 with the 30 round and a red dot Young nigga went from hot boxing to a trap spot Niggas clutching on the choppers every time the fuckin' door knock Santan' molly that'll make your fucking heart stop Feds taking pictures every time the fucking car stop Auntie hit the dope, said it make her fucking jaw lock Stray bullets hitting kids while they playing hop scotch Fifteen and pregnant, told her momma and a fucking tear drop And that's my soda, that's my stove and that's my pot, 21 See 21 Savage LiveGet tickets as low as $69You might also like Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt Skrrt, skrrt Skrrt, skrrt Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt My wrist in the bowl and I skrrt, I bought a new 'Rari, I skrrt I fuck on your bitch then I skrrt, we pull up and murder and skrrt These niggas, they know I'm berserk, I keep it up under my shirt My nigga, we flipping that work, we juug and remixing that work Lil' bitty bitch wanna flirt, this lil' bitty bitch wanna flirt I'm fucking this bitch for a perc', I'm fucking this bitch for a perc' I'm smoking the OG from Cali', you lil' niggas still smokin' purp' Niggas be talking that gangster shit 'til these lil' niggas get hurt Slaughter Gang, nigga, they with me and they will put you on a shirt I Slaughter Gang, nigga, I'll slaughter your daughter then send her to church Can't lose no more niggas, I lost some real niggas and, nigga, it hurts So I bought a new chopper, it's fully and semi and three round burst Motherfucking Slaughter Tape, nigga Yeah, nigga, y'all know what the fuck going on, nigga Huh? Slaughter your daughter Slaughter your daughter 21, 21, 21 Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt Skrrt, skrrt Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt
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Baby Girl
Baby Girl by 21 Savage
69 ContributorsBaby Girl Lyrics Yeah, whole pointers 'round my muhfuckin' neck, nigga Yeah, six karats in my ears, nigga Yeah, I look like a blizzard, lil nigga Yeah, too many chains, bitch, you can't change Yeah, treat these hoes like I ain't got home training Yeah, tennis chains, too many karats Yeah, VVS nigga, real clarity Yeah, I'm a gangster, you a bitch, clearly Yeah, can't let a broke bitch get near me Yeah, and the bank cash my check barely Yeah, Saint Laurent got your bitch staring Goyard bag, I'm on some other shit, bitch boy Fire at us and get your pussy ass hit, boy You dropped outta school to jump out with that stick, boy All you niggas get capped, I'm the real McCoy Yeah, smoking cookie, nigga, Chips Ahoy Yeah, had to block her number 'cause the bitch annoying No more hot boxes, nigga, all my shit foreign Red, red, pee in the bed, got a nigga snoring Yeah, suck me like a lollipop, baby girl Yeah, suck me like a lollipop, baby girl Ride that dick and do the bunny hop, baby girl Ride that dick and do the bunny hop, baby girl Ye ain't talkin' 'bout money, I ain't stayin', baby girl Ye ain't talkin' 'bout fuckin', I ain't stayin', baby girl Did that Gucci shit, all that shit be tailored, girl Yeah, you got some cake, a nigga tryna bake it, girl See 21 Savage LiveGet tickets as low as $69You might also like Stab a nigga up, this that Shawshank Redemption Bitch, I send hits, I don't walk 'round with tension Got a island girl and she come from St. Vincent Pull up with the chopper, nigga stuttering and flinching Bitch, I'm John Gotti, I be running like henchmen Bitch, you better be a pro 'Cause you ain't finna learn how to suck on this dick Bitch, I'mma buy me a K, extended clip on the bottom of this shit Bitch, my 833's and 204, they makin' me biscuits Hoe, I'm really rich, don't know what a bitch thought VVS bitch, they doin' a crip walk Niggas act like JJ, you might as well hit chalk My GD partners throwin' up the pitchfork Put it in a bowl and whip it 'til it get hard I don't smoke weed 'cause it make me shh-noid I pull up with the stick and let this bitch spark Swear I would've shot that cracker if I was Rosa Parks Yeah, suck me like a lollipop, baby girl Yeah, suck me like a lollipop, baby girl Ride that dick and do the bunny hop, baby girl Ride that dick and do the bunny hop, baby girl Ye ain't talkin' 'bout money, I ain't stayin', baby girl Ye ain't talkin' 'bout fuckin', I ain't stayin', baby girl Did that Gucci shit, all that shit be tailored, girl Yeah, you got some cake, a nigga tryna bake it, girl Nah, for real, dog, nah, for real, dog Nah, for real, dog, nah, for real, dog Nah, for real, dog, nah, for real, dog Nah, for real, dog, nah, for real, dog 2
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​letter 2 my momma
​letter 2 my momma by 21 Savage
October '92 when you pushed me out (Straight up) It was only right that I made a song about you (Straight up) Ain’t no tellin' where I'd be if I went without you (On God) Wish I woulda stayed in school, but I dropped out (On God) You taught me how to be strong, gotta give praise (21) When the times got hard, you always made ways (On God) Even though I barely got the new Js (On God) You made sure the kid kept a temp fade (Straight up) And you kept my PlayStation with some new games (Straight up) And you buy me freezy cups with your loose change (Facts) My daddy never was around, that nigga too lame (Fuck ’em) I think that's why I quit school and started to shoot thangs (21) My mama taught me how to tie my shoes (On God) My mama taught me how to cook my noodles (Straight up) Mama told me don't spend all my money with a jeweler I bought some real estate plus I'm investin' in my shooters (21, 21) Had to write a letter to my ma dukes (Ma dukes) I know you proud of me, but I'm proud, too (I'm proud, too) You the only woman I'd give some vows to (On God) I’m still your baby even though I got a child, too (Straight up) I paid it off, ain’t no mortgage or no rent due (Facts) Yes, she got a Range Rover and a Benz, too (On God) It's a hard job, but women raise men, too (21) Ma, you never left my side and I thank you (21) See 21 Savage LiveGet tickets as low as $69You might also like I seen you strugglin’, I think it left a scar (Left a scar) I did some things when I was young that broke your heart (Broke your heart) I'm the one that stole the cookies out the jar (Out the jar) I'm the one that went and stole the neighbor's car (Neighbor’s car) Times got hard, started sellin' hard (Sellin' hard) Before I see you stressin', I'm gonna break the law (Break the law) I was sellin' weed, I never mowed the lawn (Mowed the lawn) Commit a burglary and take it to the pawn (Straight to the pawn) When I went to YDC you was there (On God) If I had a school hearing, you was there (That's a fact) Back when you had the Ford minivan, let me drive to Citi Trends Baggy-ass Girbauds and some Timberlands (Straight up, straight up) Me and my baby mama was beefin', you didn't give a damn (Straight up) You didn't never pick a side, told me, "Be a man" (Straight up) I'ma raise my kids, nothin' like my dad, I'm a better dad You're the best mama I could ever have (On God) Had to write a letter to my ma dukes (Ma dukes) I know you proud of me, but I'm proud, too (I'm proud, too) You the only woman I'd give some vows to (On God) I'm still your baby even though I got a child, too (Straight up) I paid it off, ain't no mortgage or no rent due (Facts) Yes, she got a Range Rover and a Benz, too (On God) It's a hard job, but women raise men, too (21) Ma, you never left my side and I thank you (21)
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Dead People
Dead People by 21 Savage
57 ContributorsDead People Lyrics I'ma handle business S600 big body and it's tinted, just to handle business Percocets they got me in my feelings I drive that Range Rover like it's rented Hit 'em in the face, 'fore you turn state Gotta beat the case, we gon' fuck your bae We gon' beat her face Walked out of Wells Fargo and ran to Chase Hopped out a Bentley truck and jumped inside the Wraith Young Savage, I was trappin' on the back street All in traffic with that ratchet on the backseat From the gutter, fake models don't attract me Got a project bitch, she love to get nasty I been drinkin' syrup seein' demons Gotta keep it on me, niggas schemin' Right pocket full of dead people I been hangin' with the dead people I been hangin' with the dead people I been hangin' with the dead people All my pockets full of dead people I done fell in love with dead people Bitch you gettin' comfortable, I don't need you You come around the gang, we might G you She say don't nobody fuck her like we do You know I share everything with my people My jewelry twinkle twinkle Doin' donuts in the foreign while it sprinkles You keep callin', I'm ignoring, bitch I'm single You keep callin', bitch I'm single like a pringle You know I'm fly like G4 Bitch you riding in a Pinto Bitch you know your nigga lame like the Winslows I'm 21 but you know PDE my kinfolk See 21 Savage LiveGet tickets as low as $69You might also like I been drinkin' syrup seein' demons Gotta keep it on me, niggas schemin' Right pocket full of dead people I been hangin' with the dead people I been hangin' with the dead people I been hangin' with the dead people All my pockets full of dead people I done fell in love with dead people
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​gun smoke
​gun smoke by 21 Savage
46 ContributorsTranslationsEspañol​gun smoke Lyrics Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah (Gun smoke) Yeah (Gun smoke) Yeah, yeah (Gun smoke) Yeah, yeah, yeah (Gun smoke) Yeah, yeah One man army from the get-go (Get-go) One man army pullin' kick doors (Kick doors) Talkin' out yo' neck get you tag toed (Tag toed) I'm a killer whale, you a tadpole (Tadpole) Nigga, you got asthma, you don't want smoke (Straight up) Who want cancer? I'm giving out smoke (Straight up) I got too many bitches, I can't trip bro (On God) Most of the time, I be caked up with my stick bro (On God) Yeah, AK make yo' brotha do the limbo (On God) Make this Glock "Shiggy Challenge" out the window (On God) Savage, why you always rappin' 'bout guns for? (Straight up) 'Cause, bitch, I fell in love with the gun smoke (Straight up) Gun smoke (Gun smoke) Gun smoke (Gun smoke) Gun smoke (Gun smoke) Gun smoke (Gun smoke) Yeah, gun smoke (Gun smoke) Gun smoke (Gun smoke) Gun smoke (Gun smoke) Gun smoke (Gun smoke) Put my Glock down, that's a no-no (No-no) When I wear my suit, I tote my .44 (.44) Y'all ain't killin' shit, y'all niggas hoes-hoes (Hoes-hoes) Cryin' over pussy, you a broke joke (Broke joke) See 21 Savage LiveGet tickets as low as $69You might also like Started with a deuce deuce, turned it to a .38 Then I got a Glock 9, turned it to a AK First I was a leg shooter, now I'm hittin' chest, face She done caught rug burn, give that girl a neck brace Shoot at me with a handgun, that's an insult (Straight up) We got plenty sticks, nigga, plus my M's up (Straight up) My young niggas ready to crash, they don't give a fuck (Straight up) Let it bang, let 'em hang, I'ma drop mine (Straight up) I don't need no shooter, everybody know I pop mine (On God) I'm at Crucial on stage with a Glock 9 (On God) I keep one in the head, I ain't got time to cock mine (On God) Murder Gang, nigga, I'm redder than a stop sign (On God) You niggas know you need to cut out all that dickriding (Bitch) Skinny capris, you think you finer than yo' bitch, huh? (Lil' bitch) You niggas mad 'cause I keep throwin' up Zone 6, huh? (Lil' bitch) Like "Look at Savage, lil' bitch ass, he think he the shit, huh?" (Facts) I think I am when I'm ridin' with this stick, huh (21) I think I am 'cause I just fucked that nigga bitch, huh (On God) I swear to god my deal worth seven figures, not six, huh (Straight up) You think you hard, you wanna get shot all up in yo' shit, huh? Gun smoke (Gun smoke) Gun smoke (Gun smoke) Gun smoke (Gun smoke) Gun smoke (Gun smoke) Yeah, gun smoke (Gun smoke) Gun smoke (Gun smoke) Gun smoke (Gun smoke) Gun smoke (Gun smoke) Put my Glock down, that's a no-no (No-no) When I wear my suit, I tote my .44 (.44) Y'all ain't killin' shit, y'all niggas hoes-hoes (Hoes-hoes) Cryin' over pussy, you a broke joke (Broke joke)
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Thug Life
Thug Life by 21 Savage
69 ContributorsThug Life Lyrics Scrape the corner, buy a Rover Crack inside my grandma's sofa Sunday, family coming over Move the crack behind the toaster Carry pistols with no holsters Trying not to be a poster You was listening to your coaches I was listening to the vultures And I slept with rats and roaches That's why I don't smoke no roaches Niggas tryna knock my focus Wonder why I'm sippin' potion We happy, dawg, but we ain't joking Big bullets, we ain't poking In that pussy, slow motion Nigga, ain't none of my songs wrote I'm thinking to myself, you ain't gang, nigga, fuck you Feel like 2Pac, Thug Life, nigga, fuck you If he had the password to your phone he wouldn't have cuffed you Dog-ass bitch, I knew I never should've trust you Ho, stab a nigga in the back like the streets do Can't believe that you betrayed me, I used to sleep with you Niggas quick to say they loyal to you, they be see-through Gang, gang, screaming, "Fuck you, they want to eat you" My son got asthma, grandma having spasms Fuck the chatter, he gon' tattle, put 'em on the platter Snakes plotting on my downfall, I can hear 'em rattle (That fuck nigga gon' flop, man, 21 ain't even no real nigga, fuck that nigga) We sticking to the G code, nigga, we ain't beefin' over freak ho's I hit her on the D low, yeah, she like my steelo That nigga think that he a bully, do him like Craig did Deebo 30-round hangin' out the big Glock Nigga, no six shots, shootin' 'til the clip stops You a lil' kid and I'm a big dog Nigga, when we pullin' up the sticks out Too much money got 'em pissed off Nigga, I'ma pull up at your bitch house Fuck a niggas bitch to get a kick out it Nigga pop percs, gon' get a kick out it Drinking on syrup with my dick out Glock-17 with the dick out See 21 Savage LiveGet tickets as low as $69You might also like I'm thinking to myself, you ain't gang, nigga, fuck you Feel like 2Pac, Thug Life, nigga, fuck you If he had the password to your phone he wouldn't have cuffed you Dog-ass bitch, I knew I never should've trust you What you want, ho, I got what you want, ho What you want, ho, I got what you want, ho What you want, ho, I got what you want, ho What you want, ho, I got what you want, ho All my tint presidential, like I'm Trump, dawg Secret service shooters, leave 'em niggas slumped, dawg Denzel, I get surgical with this pump, dawg Busting down, breaking down, then I put it in a blunt, dawg Made man stamped, I got "21" stamped In my face, teetee and taytay in the same count I was down, bad and now I'm shining like a lamp You put a ring on her, she ain't nothing but a tramp They kicked me outta middle school and sent me to the house We 'bout that gunplay, nigga, motherfuck your count 19, I bought a Cutlass, four 12's and an AMP Beating down Glenwood, nigga, feeling like a champ Nigga, we ain't takin' no deals Lil' nigga, we ain't snitchin', we ain't making no sound Used to jump niggas, now we jumping in a crowd Used to make my mama cry, but now I make her proud I remember rainy days but now she like the sound I'm thinking to myself, you ain't gang, nigga, fuck you Feel like 2Pac, Thug Life, nigga, fuck you If he had the password to your phone he wouldn't have cuffed you Dog-ass bitch, I knew I never should've trust you Ho, stab a nigga in the back like the streets do Can't believe that you betrayed me, I used to sleep with you Niggas quick to say they loyal to you, they be see-through Gang, gang, screaming, "Fuck you, they want to eat you"
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Close My Eyes
Close My Eyes by 21 Savage
72 ContributorsClose My Eyes Lyrics Lot of shots (Yeah, yeah) Lot of shots (Lot of shots) 30s on Glocks (Hollow tips) 30 shots (How I came) Lot of shots (How I came) Lot of shots (Four, five) 30s on Glocks (TEC-9) Lot of shots (Yeah, yeah) 30s on Glocks (Lot of, what?) Put you on Fox (Hold up, what?) Nigga we ain't goin' (Fox 5) Lot of shots (Breaking news) 30s on Glocks (Red shirts) 30s on Glocks If Young Metro don't trust you, I'm gon' shoot you Lot of shots, hold up 30s on Glocks, hold up Put you on Fox, hold up Put 'em in a casket, yeah Pull up on a Banshee, yeah Nigga, fuck your handshake, yeah Feel like I'm the last real rapper 'cause these niggas weird Nah, these niggas queers Sippin' Act, Cheers In my own lane, nigga, watch where you steer Think I got 'em scared, shot 'em in the beard That's a chin check, I'm certified everywhere Man, I'm certified for real, nigga Nah, for real, nigga Used to record right on deal, nigga Nah, for real, nigga Pillow talking get you killed, nigga Nah, for real, nigga Bronx niggas say I'm ill nigga Nah, for real, nigga Bought a pawn shop for real, bitch Nah, for real, bitch Keep my gun cocked for real, bitch Nah, for real, bitch Nigga, we bond drop for real, bitch Nah, for real, bitch Cut your lawns off for real, bitch Nah, for real, bitch See 21 Savage LiveGet tickets as low as $69You might also like I don't wanna go to sleep, I'm way too high, dawg I can't get no sleep, I swear I'm way too high, dawg I see dead bodies when I close my eyes, dawg I see dead bodies when I close my eyes, dawg Peel a hotbox when it's time to ride, dawg If you froze up last time, then you can't ride, dawg I see dead bodies when I close my eyes, dawg I see dead bodies when I close my eyes, dawg Molly make ya' jaws lock Nah, for real, dawg This bitch done got me pissed off Need a pill, dawg Tryna make a brick lock, whip your wrist, dawg Tryna make a brick lock, whip your wrist, dawg I bought a 9 and he front a 9, that's a half a brick Got a 'Rari nigga in the back still in the 6 We was young, you was on the swing, I was playin' with sticks In the trap, listenin' for the brakes on a Crown Vic Hear the motherfucker squeak, we gon' hit the cut Trickin' niggas in the spot, we gon' stick 'em up Fox Five gang, coroner gon' pick 'em up Breaking news gang, nigga, put your trigger finger up Yeah, all my niggas throwed off Drive by, shoot your doors off Turn your four-door to a coupe, nigga Yeah, knock the noodles out your soup, nigga Yeah, Zone 6 niggas love to shoot niggas Yeah, you heard 'bout it Nigga, we ain't worried 'bout ya Hang around real shottas, hang around real robbers Y'all nigga real killers, pullin' up real yoppas I don't wanna go to sleep, I'm way too high, dawg I can't get no sleep, I swear I'm way too high, dawg I see dead bodies when I close my eyes, dawg I see dead bodies when I close my eyes, dawg Peel a hotbox when it's time to ride, dawg If you froze up last time, then you can't ride, dawg I see dead bodies when I close my eyes, dawg I see dead bodies when I close my eyes, dawg Go against the gang, that's like suicide, dawg (Yeah) Go against the gang, that's like suicide, dawg (21) Walk-ups only, we don't shoot and drive, dawg We woke the neighbors up, at first the street was quiet, dawg Have you ever did a real homicide, nigga? Have you ever made a nigga mama cry, nigga? Do or die nigga gotta do or die, nigga (21) If you ain't the one doing it, you gon' die, nigga (21) Sometimes I look at God and I wonder, "Why?," nigga Why my niggas had to be the ones that died, nigga? (Why?) They killed one, we gon' kill five, nigga (Facts) Winter time, we gon' set your block on fire, nigga (On God) Yeah, yeah, like the 4th July, nigga (21) Broad day, lettin' them bullets fly, nigga (Pow-pow-pow-pow) Pull up with a stick like I'm Sah, nigga Gang gang, dare a nigga to try it, nigga I don't wanna go to sleep, I'm way too high, dog I can't get no sleep, I swear I'm way too high, dog I see dead bodies when I close my eyes, dog I see dead bodies when I close my eyes, dog Peel a hotbox when it's time to ride, dog If you froze up last time, then you can't ride, dog I see dead bodies when I close my eyes, dog I see dead bodies when I close my eyes, dog
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Dirty K
Dirty K by 21 Savage (Ft. Lotto Savage)
28 ContributorsDirty K Lyrics Knife in my face, .30 on my waist Real street nigga, and I keep a Dirty 'K Hit my first lick, and I found 30k But I blew the shit, bitch, I do this shit You can go and ask the streets, 'cause they know this shit I got your bitch blowing dick, like a hookah stick And I'm still trapping, and I'm still rapping I'm 21 Savage, you pussy-niggas average You pussy niggas average, y'all niggas so basic I got AK-47's, I'll give your ass a face lift Have you dodging bullets, like Neo on The Matrix Skrrt, skrrt, scrape the bowl like grits Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt I pew, pew, pew, pussy-boy 'til you hit Pew, pew, pew, pew, pew You been rapping all your life, and you still ain't made a hit I'm Slaughter Gang Savage, give a fuck about a hit I grab that AK-47, and I let it hit Pull up on your block, watch them pussy-niggas dip You say you 'bout that action, but you pussy-niggas dip You know if you don't pull up on the ave, you getting dip I hit that ho for 'bout a hour, then I had to dip That money keep on calling, saying bring your ass here See 21 Savage LiveGet tickets as low as $69You might also like Knife in my face, .30 on my waist Real street nigga, and I keep a Dirty 'K Hit my first lick, and I found 30k But I blew the shit, bitch, I do this shit You can go and ask the streets, 'cause they know this shit I got your bitch blowing dick, like a hookah stick And I'm still trapping, and I'm still rapping I'm 21 Savage, you pussy-niggas average Knife in my face, pistol at your temple Glow, blow, blow, Slaughter Gang drop a nigga And we snatching chains, and these niggas lame And these niggas average, they ain't having stain I got your main bitch with me and she on the dick Took her to the slaughter house and let her meet the savages All my niggas having it they really counting cash Catch a down bag, gang-banging red flag If you want it you can get it I can show you how to make it Put your wrists inside the bowl and swirl it in rotation I got to keep a dirty 'K, my dope it came from Haiti Plug tried to take me, so you know I had to take it Knife in my face, .30 on my waist Real street nigga, and I keep a Dirty 'K Hit my first lick, and I found 30k But I blew the shit, bitch, I do this shit You can go and ask the streets, 'cause they know this shit I got your bitch blowing dick, like a hookah stick And I'm still trapping, and I'm still rapping I'm 21 Savage, you pussy-niggas average
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​pad lock
​pad lock by 21 Savage
57 ContributorsTranslationsEspañol​pad lock Lyrics Yeah, yeah, dawg This shit real, dawg Niggas kill, dawg Keep the steel, dawg Or be a long-live dog Straight up I'm hangin' with killers, serial (Straight up) Still in the hood eatin' cereal (Straight up) I pray to these streets like they biblical (Straight up) Jump off the rope, Rey Mysterio (Straight up) Two ounces stashed in my stereo (On God) You can get killed for subliminals (On God) I'm a big dog, you a Cheerio (On God) I don't gotta talk loud, but you hear me though (Straight up) Catch him down bad in traffic (21) Way before the deal, I was trappin' (21) Way before the deal, I was puttin' that fire on niggas just to feed my family (On God) 21 gang, I'm a bandit (Straight up) I ain't have a father, he abandoned (21) Me and mine, swear I went and picked up a lil' bit of weed and a nine (Yeah) Partner damn near did a dime (Yeah) And he still got another nine (Yeah) Sent my boy 100 racks in the chain gang, nigga, 'cause money is time (On God) Lately, I been on my grind (Straight up) 25 hundred on wine (Facts) 50 thousand on a suit, it's a good investment Yeah, 'cause the deal worth dyin' (21) See 21 Savage LiveGet tickets as low as $69You might also like Heart so cold, got a padlock, padlock (Padlock, padlock, padlock, padlock, padlock) He ain't in the field, he a mascot, mascot (Mascot, mascot, mascot, mascot, mascot) Chasin' this money, I can't stop, won't stop (Can't stop, won't stop, can't stop, won't stop, won't stop) Chasin' this money, I can't stop, won't stop (Can't stop, won't stop, can't stop, won't stop, won't stop) Heart so cold, got a padlock, padlock (Padlock, padlock, padlock, padlock, padlock) He ain't in the field, he a mascot, mascot (Mascot, mascot, mascot, mascot, mascot) Chasin' this money, I can't stop, won't stop (Can't stop, won't stop, can't stop, won't stop, won't stop) Make more than a teacher, I'ma drop out, drop out I got rich nigga problems (Rich nigga) Tryna put a 50 in my joggers (Won't fit nigga) Knew you was a rat when we was toddlers (You a snitch, nigga) You was always the cop, I was the robber (Lil' bitch nigga) Born to be a leader, not follow (Follow) Seventeen with a Monte Carlo (Carlo) Y'all was in the house playin' Mario (Mario) I was sellin' weed and went hollow (Went hollow) That's just how we was raised (On God) Before we came of age (Straight up) Y'all niggas wanted some pets (21) My niggas wanted some Ks (On God) I had to sell a lil weed to hit the flea market and buy some fake Ye's (Straight up) That's where I bought my first grill (On God) That's where I bought my first J's (On God) 'Member when my mama was stressed (Damn) Look at your son, now I'm paid (Goddamn) She ain't really worry 'bout harm She worry 'bout jail 'cause she know I don't play (Yes, ma'am) She remember days, two-bedroom, Mini-14, and a SK (21) I could leave today, she know that I'ma take a nigga with me 'cause she know I'm gon' spray (On God) Heart so cold, got a padlock, padlock (Padlock, padlock, padlock, padlock, padlock) He ain't in the field, he a mascot, mascot (Mascot, mascot, mascot, mascot, mascot) Chasin' this money, I can't stop, won't stop (Can't stop, won't stop, can't stop, won't stop, won't stop) Chasin' this money, I can't stop, won't stop (Can't stop, won't stop, can't stop, won't stop, won't stop) Heart so cold, got a padlock, padlock (Padlock, padlock, padlock, padlock, padlock) He ain't in the field, he a mascot, mascot (Mascot, mascot, mascot, mascot, mascot) Chasin' this money, I can't stop, won't stop (Can't stop, won't stop, can't stop, won't stop, won't stop) Make more than a teacher, I'ma drop out, drop out
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Bad Business
Bad Business by 21 Savage
46 ContributorsBad Business Lyrics Yeah, lil' bitch, yeah Know what goin' on, lil' bitch, yeah Big dawg, lil' bitch Yeah, come suck a big dick, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, ah, ah Ow, wow, wow, wow (Keep that) Woah, woah, woah, woah, yeah Hellcat speed racin' (Speed racin') Suck it 'til your knees achin' (Knees achin') Bitch, I ain't got no patience (No patience) I'm finna take a baecation (A baecation) Saint Laurent jacket, thirty-five dawg (Yeah) Cartier shades, twenty-five dawg (Yeah) You ready to tell, I can see it in your eyes dawg (Yeah) I ain't got no license, but I still drive, dawg (Yeah) Two hundred on the dash, real fast, yeah (21, 21) Project bitch, real ass, yeah (Real ass) On that Glenwood I made a lot of cash, yeah (Real cash) At the bottom, up in Hollow sellin' bags, yeah (Real bags) You niggas got me fucked up, you got me twisted (Yeah) I pull it out the boxers and then she lick it (Yeah) I'm smoking on some moonrock, this shit is sticky (Yeah) There go the state troopers, I'm finna hit it (Skrrt) See 21 Savage LiveGet tickets as low as $69You might also like Do the dash in it (21), throw some cash in it (Yeah) Let me smash in it (Yeah), I'll smash in it (Yeah) Run a train on her, let me tag my mans in it (Yeah) Pour some Henny in her cup and put some Xans in it (Yeah) Bitch, I'm bad business (21), bitch, I'm bad business (Woah) Bitch, I'm bad business (Woah), bitch, I'm bad business (Woah, woah) Bitch, I'm bad business (Woah), bitch, I'm bad business (Yeah) Bitch, I'm bad business (Yeah), bitch, I'm bad business (Yeah) Niggas talk (21), hoes talk (Lil' bitch) Thirty on the Glock, let the poles talk (21, 21) Party on the yacht, brought the hoes out (21, 21) All my niggas on the yacht, y'all so not (Yeah) I'm in the Hellcat doin' donuts (Yeah) Your baby mama sleepin' on the blow-up (Blow-up) Mad Max, nigga, what the bloodclaat (The bloodclaat) .45 leave you with a blood clot (A blood clot) Savage 'round killers, nigga, oh shit (Oh shit) Percocets and lean, that's my dosage (Facts) I heard you got them bags, get your door kicked (Smash) Four four two with the floor shift (Rah) Do the dash in it (Yeah), throw some cash in it (Yeah) Let me smash in it (Woah), I'll smash in it (I'll smash) Run a train on her, let me tag my mans in it (My mans) Pour some Henny in her cup and put some Xans in it (Xans) Bitch, I'm bad business (Yeah), bitch, I'm bad business (Yeah) Bitch, I'm bad business (Yeah), bitch, I'm bad business (Yeah) Bitch, I'm bad business (Yeah), bitch, I'm bad business (Yeah) Bitch, I'm bad business (Yeah), bitch, I'm bad business (Yeah) Alright
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Mind Yo Business
Mind Yo Business by 21 Savage
21 ContributorsMind Yo Business Lyrics I can tell these nigga's scared, the way they talk Gold pyrex, I put diamonds on my fork Pull up on your block, white chalk Chopper bullets skate, Tony Hawk I'ma cut your fingers off if you shout Pop a perc', hit the cup, nigga, pause Hundred round drum, 'round of applause Bitches know I got that bag, Santa Claus I drink lean and I pop Xans Slaughter Gang, we the Glock clan Poppin' molly, nigga, Santan' I'm back on that bullshit again I wanna fuck your best friend I just went a bought a brand new Benz Bitch, I came from the bottom We was starving, we was robbing Mind your business, bitch, mind your business, bitch Mind your business, bitch, mind your business, bitch We ain't with that friendly shit That friendly shit, that friendly shit That friendly shit Catch 'em out back, roll the window down and smash Another toe-tagged nigga laying in the grass See 21 Savage LiveGet tickets as low as $69You might also like Five shooters in the back of the Uber, nigga, and they ready to shoot I tie my laces, I dip in that bag, nigga, and I take me a blue I'm the Slaughter King, nigga, I don't give a fuck about you You get you some money, you get you some fame, these bitches gon' come out the blue Bullet holes in my body, paranoid, I'ma pop it If you snitchin', I'ma pop it, wrong move, I'ma drop it .15 in my sock, trappin' at the bus stop Came from a nickel rock, now I got a whole block Mind your business, bitch, mind your business, bitch Mind your business, bitch, mind your business, bitch We ain't with that friendly shit That friendly shit, that friendly shit That friendly shit Catch 'em out back, roll the window down and smash Another toe-tagged nigga laying in the grass
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Secret
Secret by 21 Savage (Ft. Summer Walker)
31 ContributorsTranslationsEspañolSecret Lyrics Got a darkskin girl, 5' 8" with the brown eyes We been up and down, had a couple crashes but she still ride She go to school, got two jobs, drive the same Kia 'cause it still slide Work so hard on her off day, she be still tired I just wanna take away the pain I just wanna put you up on game I just wanna help you make you better, wish you would've never gave it to that lame Even if we do our own thang, the bond we got can't be explained Girl, I'm just speakin' for future reference (Oh, oh), 'cause I understand feelings change (Yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah, yeah) You're my little secret (Secret) That's how we should keep it (How we should keep it) We should never let it go, never let it show You're my, you're my, oh yeah I don't care what these hoes think that they got goin' on I've been here day one, I know what's goin' on You ain't gotta try to tell me, like I know my place I never went too far, I always find my way, back to you Ain't no way I could lose you Sometimes it's just things in life just worth keepin' Why we ain't creepin'? I'm just your little secret That's how we should keep it, yeah, babe 'Cause you know and I know See 21 Savage LiveGet tickets as low as $69You might also like You're my little secret (Secret) That's how we should keep it (How we should keep it) We should never let it go, never let it show You're my, you're my, oh yeah I hope you had a dream 'bout me 'Cause I had a dream 'bout you Hope you been thinking 'bout me 'Cause I been thinking 'bout you Girl, I'm tryna make you my wife I done told the thots, "I'm through" If you ever leave my side, I'ma probably lose my cool We was in high school and your friends said that it won't work From the sixth grade to the ninth grade, she did my homework Put my pistol in your book bag, you ain't even own a purse You done held me down from the jumpstart, you deserve a verse You my little secret (You my little secret) That's how we gon' keep it (That's how we gon' keep it) Got done gamblin', feelin' like Michael, now I'm finna beat it 'Cause I like a couple pictures on Instagram that don't mean I'm cheatin' 'Cause I'm hangin' out with my dawgs late night that don't mean I'm cheatin' Oh-oh, oh, yeah-yeah, yeah You're my little secret And that's how we should keep it We should never let it, never let it show 'Cause you know and I know You're my little secret (Yeah, yeah) That's how we should keep it (Yeah) We should never let it go, never let it show (Oh yeah) If you know, like I know We should never let it go
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​​a lot (Video Version)
​​a lot (Video Version) by 21 Savage (Ft. J. Cole)
22 Contributors​​a lot (Video Version) Lyrics I love you Turn my headphone down a little bit, yeah For so many reasons Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (I do), yeah, yeah yeah yeah Yeah, yeah, ah, ah, whoa, whoa, whoa, yeah How much money you got? (Straight up) How much money you got? (Straight up) How much money you got? (Straight up) How much money you got? (A lot) How much money you got? (A lot) How many problems you got? (A lot) How many people done doubted you? (A lot) Left you out to rot? (A lot) How many pray that you flop? (A lot) How many lawyers you got? (A lot) How many times you got shot? (A lot) How many niggas you shot? (A lot) How many times did you ride? (A lot) How many niggas done died? (A lot) How many times did you cheat? (A lot) How many times did you lie? (A lot) How many times did she leave? (A lot) How many times did she cry? (A lot) How many chances she done gave you fuckin around with these thots? (A lot) See 21 Savage LiveGet tickets as low as $69You might also like Every day that I'm alive, I'ma ride with the stick I'd rather be broke in jail than be dead and rich Told my brothers take my breath if I turn to a snitch But I'm 21 4L, ain't no way I'ma switch Break it down, I break it down I break it down, I break it down I break it down, I break it down I break it down, I break it down Penitentiary chances just to make a couple bucks My heart so cold I could put it in my cup Gang vs. the world, me and my dawg, it was us Then you went and wrote a statement, and that really fucked me up My brother lost his life and it turned me to a beast My brother got life and it turned me to the streets I been through the storm and it turned me to a G But the other side was sunny, I get paid to rap on beats How much money you got? (A lot) How many problems you got? (A lot) How many people done doubted you? (A lot) Left you out to rot? (A lot) How many pray that you flop? (A lot) How many lawyers you got? (A lot) How many times you got shot? (A lot) How many niggas you shot? (A lot) How many times did you ride? (A lot) How many niggas done died? (A lot) How many times did you cheat? (A lot) How many times did you lie? (A lot) How many times did she leave? (A lot) How many times did she cry? (A lot) How many chances she done gave you? Fuck around with these thots (A lot) Break it on down, I break it on down I break it on down, I break it on down Yeah, I just came from the A I drove back home, six-hour drive, six-and-a-half Before I left I stopped by to see my nigga 21 in the studio He had two of his kids with him right in the studio, that's when I knew You a stand up nigga, I love seein' shit like that Question How many faking they streams? (A lot) Getting they plays from machines? (A lot) I can see behind the smoke and mirrors Niggas ain't really big as they seem (Hmm) I never say anything (Nah), everybody got they thing (True) Some niggas make millions, other niggas make memes (Hmm) I'm on a money routine I don't want smoke, I want cream I don't want no more comparisons This is a marathon and I'm aware I been playing a bet from a lack of promotions I never was one for the bragging and boasting I guess I was hoping the music would speak for itself, but the people want everything else Okay, no problem, I'll show up on everyone album You know what the outcome will be I'm batting a thousand It's got to the point that these rappers don't even like rappin' with me Fuck it 'cause my nigga 21 Savage just hit me And told me he saved me a spot on a new record he got He call it "a lot," I open my book and I jot Pray for Tekashi, they want him to rot I picture him inside a cell on a cot 'Flectin' on how he made it to the top Wondering if it was worth it or not I pray for Markelle 'cause they fucked up his shot Just want you to know that you got it, my nigga Though I never met you, I know that you special And that the Lord blessed you, don't doubt it, my nigga Dennis Smith, Jr., stay solid, my nigga I'm on a tangent, not how I planned it I had some fans that hopped and abandoned ship When they thought that I wasn't gone pan out, I got a plan They say that success is the greatest revenge, tell all your friends Cole on a mission, cementin' the spot as the greatest that did it Before it all ends, nigga How much money you got? (A lot) How many problems you got? (A lot) How many people done doubted you? (A lot) Left you out to rot? (A lot) How many pray that you flop? (A lot) How many lawyers you got? (A lot) How many times you got shot? (A lot) How many niggas you shot? (A lot) How many times did you ride? (A lot) How many niggas done died? (A lot) How many times did you cheat? (A lot) How many times did you lie? (A lot) How many times did she leave? (A lot) How many times did she cry? (A lot) How many chances she done gave you? Fuck around with these thots (A lot) Take a dive, put away my pride (Away my pride) Shoot my shot, DMs, yeah, I slide (Yeah I slide) She in front, but she used to be my side (Be my side) We take selfies now, I used to in her live (In her live) Before the fame, plan B was robbin' banks (Robbin' banks) Be a married man, right now I just can't (I just can't) All the love they gave me, knew that it was fake (It was fake) Mama love me so much, either way I'm straight (Way I'm straight) I done seen so many handshakes turn to hate (Turn to hate) Seen so many BFs turn s-n-a-k (Turn a snakes) Death before dishonor tatted on my face (On my face) Way I run the check up, should've been with Chase (Been with Chase) Start at the bottom, the trenches, the gutters, so I had to go little harder (Straight up) Lights was out, the gas was off, so we had to boil up the water (Straight up) Been through some things, but I couldn't imagine my kids stuck at the border (Straight up) Flint still need water (Straight up) Niggas was innocent, couldn't get lawyers (On God) How much money you got? (A lot) How many problems you got? (A lot) How many people done doubted you? (A lot) Left you out to rot? (A lot) How many pray that you flop? (A lot) How many lawyers you got? (A lot) How many times you got shot? (A lot) How many niggas you shot? (A lot) How many times did you ride? (A lot) How many niggas done died? (A lot) How many times did you cheat? (A lot) How many times did you lie? (A lot) How many times did she leave? (A lot) How many times did she cry? (A lot) How many chances she done gave you? Fuck around with these thots (A lot) Break it on down, I break it on down I break it on down, I break it on down I break it down, I break it down I break it down, I break it down I break it on down, I break it down I break it down, I break it down I break it down, I break it down I break it down, I break it down, I br-
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Money Convo
Money Convo by 21 Savage
48 ContributorsMoney Convo Lyrics Peon-ass niggas (Whoa) Levis and Adidas ass niggas (Ha, ha, ha) Hi-Point having ass niggas (What) I got a Glock and it don't jam my blast niggas (Facts) You a lovey dovey buy a ring nigga (What) I'm the type to pass her to the team, nigga You went and bought that bitch Céline, nigga? (21) Now she fuckin' me, I know you wanna kill her (Ha, ha) And I sold dope on my 10 toes We ain't fallin' out over freak hoes (On god) 21 Savage still in savage mode (On god) I thought I told you I'm a savage on these hoes (On god) Maybach with the curtains up (21) I'm with Nudy, he gon' burn you up (Slime) Fake gangbangin', nigga turned into a snitch (Huh) Went against that 21, I left him in a ditch Pull up We like gas, we like gas, gas, gas (Gas) Hol' up We like cash, we like cash, cash, cash (Cash) Hol' up Wanna fuck me, I'm like yas, yas, yas (Yas) Hol' up VVS' drippin', dance, dance, dance (21) See 21 Savage LiveGet tickets as low as $69You might also like Money conversations, money conversations, money convo Money conversations, money conversations, money convo Money conversations, money conversations, money convo Money conversations, money conversations, money convo Bitch I came straight from the bottom, nigga and I'm still humble (21) Auto start my whip before I dip, I let that bitch rumble (21) AK-47s, M16s, they gon' sting, bumble (Sting) Got your main bitch with me bent over eatin' meat, gumbo Money talk, yeah, nigga, cash talk, yeah, nigga (21) Ridin' 'round with that yappa tryna duck the feds, nigga (21) Oh you drinkin' green? Nope, only drink that red, nigga (Red) Only fuck the bad hoes, buy my cars with cash, ho Niggas know I blast off, pull up with the mask off Air it out like aerosol, I robbed Peter and Paul Bought a 488, finna act an asshole I've been gettin' so much money, they think I sold my damn soul You a fake gangsta, you ain't ever shot nobody I don't wanna hear them stories 'bout them fake bodies (21) Young Savage send a hit like John Gotti (Gotti) Nigga get whacked, thinkin' they hard 'cause they on molly (Bitch) I'm the Saint Laurent Don, love to cash out (Cash out) You a dick jumpin' faggot, you a mascot (Bitch) You beat your bitch 'cause she walk 'round with her ass out (Yeah) They wanna rob me 'cause I walk 'round with that bag out (Facts) Drinkin' syrup, lil' bitch, I'm finna pass out Never slippin', Glock 40 with a red dot (Facts) Seven figure nigga, money all I talk about (Cash) You ain't talkin' 'bout no money, what ya talkin' 'bout? Money conversations, money conversations, money convo Money conversations, money conversations, money convo Money conversations, money conversations, money convo Money conversations, money conversations, money convo Bitch I came straight from the bottom, nigga and I'm still humble Auto start my whip before I dip, I let that bitch rumble AK-47s, M16s, they gon' sting, bumble Got your main bitch with me bent over eatin' meat, gumbo Metro Boomin want some more, nigga
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Air It Out
Air It Out by 21 Savage (Ft. Young Nudy)
23 ContributorsAir It Out Lyrics Zaytoven 21 Savage Pull up and air it out (out) Pull up and air it out (Air that shit out) Pull up and air it out (21) Pull up and air it out (out) Pull up and air it out (pew pew) Pull up and air it out (pew pew pew pew) Pull up and air it out (Grr) Pull up and air it out (Grrrrrra) Got that .30 on me now (now) Got that .30 on me now (a what?) Pull up and air it out (a out) Pull up and air it out (Air that shit out) I got the stick on me now (21) I got the stick on me now (21) Pull up and air shit out (pew pew) I pull up and air shit out (pew pew pew pew) I pull up and air shit out (I do) I pull up and dick your ho down (I do) Young Savage, bitch, I got pounds (got pounds) Young Savage, bitch, I got rounds (got rounds) Pull up and shoot up your town (your town) Pew, pew (Grrrt, bah) pew-pew, (Bah) pew, (Bop-bop-bop-bop) frtttttt, fah (Grah, bop) See 21 Savage LiveGet tickets as low as $69You might also like Slaughter Gang, bitch, we go brazy (go brazy) PDE, bitch, they go brazy (go brazy) Drinkin' on lean got me lazy Glock .40, no .380's I'm cookin' up dope in this town You need a new pistol it jammed I don't fuck around with the Xans I'm dripping, lil' bitch, I don't dab Your bitch a lil' freak, ouch (ouch) I fuck her one time, bounce (Ha-ha, ha, ha) Still got the choppa 'round my motherfucking shoulder (Bitch) Still that same nigga, I just got a little older (Bitch) Pull up and air it out (out) Pull up and air it out (Air that shit out) Pull up and air it out (21) Pull up and air it out (out) Pull up and air it out (pew pew) Pull up and air it out (pew pew pew pew) Pull up and air it out (Grr) Pull up and air it out (Grrrrrra) Got that .30 on me now (now) Got that .30 on me now (a what?) Pull up and air it out (a out) Pull up and air it out (Air that shit out) I got the stick on me now (21) I got the stick on me now (21) Pull up and air shit out (pew pew) I pull up and air shit out (pew pew pew pew) I got the stick on me now Pull up and air that bitch out Glock 17 on me now Young nigga shoot up your house What that shit you talkin' 'bout? Look how that .30 hang out Walk through the motherfucking crowd Pussy nigga, shut your mouth All of my young niggas killas PDE, nigga, drug dealers Nah, we don't fuck with you niggas Get your ass slaughtered, lil' nigga I keep them 5th's on my pistols I keep a hold on my stick When that bitch click, I don't miss One to the head and I hit Bitch land straight in your temple I told you, "Don't fuck wit' me, nigga" Shawty be popping them niggas Shawty be dropping them niggas Now they called cops on a nigga 'Cause they couldn't stop a lil' nigga Right at the bottom, lil' nigga PDE, Slaughter Gang, nigga Pull up and air it out (out) Pull up and air it out (Air that shit out) Pull up and air it out (21) Pull up and air it out (out) Pull up and air it out (pew pew) Pull up and air it out (pew pew pew pew) Pull up and air it out (Grr) Pull up and air it out (Grrrrrra) Got that .30 on me now (now) Got that .30 on me now (a what?) Pull up and air it out (a out) Pull up and air it out (Air that shit out) I got the stick on me now (21) I got the stick on me now (21) Pull up and air shit out (pew pew) I pull up and air shit out (pew pew pew pew)
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Lord Forgive Me
Lord Forgive Me by 21 Savage
35 ContributorsLord Forgive Me Lyrics (Fuck 12) A hundred a zip and I'm sippin' on drop I hit for a hunnid and I bought me a drop I pulled up on her and panties just drop Up 32 shots and you niggas gon' drop Off with your top (Head), give a fuck 'bout your block 1-2 High speed chasing, give a fuck 'bout the cops When I see 12, put the dope in my sock Niggas be rappin', I came up off rocks I'm thuggin', Im thuggin', I feel like I'm 'Pac They tried to betray me I'm mad at myself 'cause I keep it real with all these niggas Niggas actin' like bitches, niggas all in they feelings These niggas acting like women Drowning in money, I'm swimmin' These bitches acting like pigeons I just want a couple million, I just want a couple million And I'm still loyal to the gang These other niggas, man, they lame I really sold cocaine, Gas stank propane Glock .40, nigga bang, Blood, Crip, nigga, bang I heard you got your chain took and had to get another damn chain 21, nigga, the gang, slaughter your daughter, the gang MAC 90 got range, young savage got aim I bought a new Rollie, it's plain, you niggas best stay in your lane I pull up and fuck on your main I'm covered in money, I'm drippin' These niggas they telling, they snitchin' So we gon' fuck on all they bitches, I be 'round lot of henchmen Moving like I'm John Gotti, 12 gauge, nigga, shotty Hit 'em all in the body, I just caught another body Lord, forgive me, I'm sorry, I can't help it, I'm a street nigga I had to get some money, I watched my momma struggle I jumped off the porch, had to use my muscle See 21 Savage LiveGet tickets as low as $69You might also like Lord forgive me, lord forgive me, lord They keep askin' why I got that sword in my face (Tayman) Lord forgive me, lord forgive me, lord I just beat another case I just went and bought a Wraith I just nutted on her face Brand new rollie with the face No face, no case Lord, forgive me for my sins, I was struggling, tryna win I had to lose a lot of friends, nigga, tryna chase them Ms Cooking up crack, it's illegal, riding with a Desert Eagle I'm a felon, that's illegal, main bitch, she illegal Hunnid pounds of Cali' reefer, Call of Duty heat seeker Pull up on your in a Regal, window down, nigga, creeping Nigga rapping? I'm preachin', nigga, we are not equal In the trenches, niggas beefing, I remember not sleeping Hit the club and get to squeezing, shoot it up for no reason I was living like a demon, I was living like a demon Now I lay me down to sleep, I pray the Lord, my soul to keep If I should die before I wake, I pray the Lord my soul to take Lord, forgive me, Lord, forgive me, Lord They keep askin' why I got that sword in my face (Tayman) Lord, forgive me, Lord, forgive me, lord I just beat another case I just went and bought a Wraith I just nutted on her face Brand new Rollie with the face No face, no case
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3AM on Glenwood
3AM on Glenwood by 21 Savage
60 ContributorsTranslationsEspañolPortuguês3AM on Glenwood Lyrics Woah, I get rid of all the smoke like Ozium Shorty got that real jelly, yeah, petroleum Niggas actin' like my kids and they be older than him Can't believe they killed Skiney, I really growed up with him I'ma leave a lot of niggas covered in roses for him Spray the witness, I ain't leavin' no Jehovah for them Won a GRAMMY and I couldn't even show it to him Put my face inside a line up, niggas know that I'm him Anybody speakin' on my brothers got stepped on Pull up from the three like Stеphen And the coupe bald-hеaded like the other Stephon Put my kids in private school so they could get they prep on Think my heart made out of Teflon What? What? Think my heart bulletproof You ain't got a mask, I can show you what a hoodie do Pull the string tight 'til your eyelids covered too I think they on the left, roll the window, hit the lights, boom Everybody wish they switched sides when we comin' through Everybody wish they was inside when we comin' through I pray that you ain't on the other side when we comin' through PTSD and I mean it Nigga, Johnny got killed and I seen it I can't fight with these demons Top shotta, nigga, I got gunfire for these demons Hope you know you gotta stand on all that shit you been tweetin' Took some real niggas from me, I could kill the whole world and I still won't be even I be thinkin' 'bout my brothers while I'm shoppin' in Neiman's Real gangster, when I'm gone, carve my name in the cement Watch these hoes when you rich, they play games with the semen Trials and tribulations, I face them Prosecutors probably wanna case him See my opps, I jump out and chase them I ain't Charleston White, nigga, I'll never Mace them Love for all my artists, nigga, I'll never Mase them Shit, that's probably why they hate him Tryna get my brother out of jail, I'm like, "Hey, Kim" Cut from a different cloth, he never let it break him Look at my advance, it make me wonder, would I make them? But I own my masters, so I can't do shit but thank them Video visits, he be smilin' on FaceTime Passionate, I'm talkin' with my hands, these ain't gang signs You don't know Larry, Tayman, or CJ, you ain't one of mine Braids on my neck, nigga, I ain't got no hang time Nigga, I ain't got no kick-it for you I don't wanna make friends I don't wanna make amends I'm chasin' Ms See 21 Savage LiveGet tickets as low as $69You might also like Yeah, facts
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Spiral
Spiral by 21 Savage
56 ContributorsTranslationsPortuguêsSpiral Lyrics Everything I do, I be ten steps ahead (Ten) My youngin got them bodies, he still piss in the bed (Spend) Keep the code of silence, don't repeat what I said (21) Keep all the baloney, I just came for the bread (On God) My hood known for wildin' and I don't promote the violence I done been through all the trials and tribulations, now I'm smilin' (21) Say he wanted smoke, we at the table doin' the plottin' We gon' slide, wet your shit up, make it home 'fore you hеar a siren (Big facts) I'ma let 'em spin likе a spiral (Straight up) I don't got no love for no rival (Straight up) Put him on the news, he went viral (Pussy) I took a number two with my rifle (Pussy) Every car I'm in, I got the title (On God) Slaughter Gang, I turn a model to a hiker (Big facts) I know they want me dead, I got a Kel-Tec in this Viper (21) I hit all the vibes on the low 'cause I'm a sniper (21) He don't want no problems and it's obvious Call me Saw 'cause I laugh when I body shit (On God) We play hot potato with the opps, we be droppin' shit (21) Givin' out free smoke 'cause we got a lot of it (21) Tryna feed the fam, I was trappin' in the cold (21) Dropped a mixtape, turned around, I was on the road (On God) You can't give me no amount of money for my soul (21) He wasn't really no robber, he got killed 'cause it wasn't his role (Facts) MAC-90 pokin' out my Goyard (Goyard) Diamondback pokin' out my Louis V (LV) Nigga, fuck your Glock, we shoot big chops (Big sticks) Seven-six, .308 and .223s (21, 21) See 21 Savage LiveGet tickets as low as $69You might also like I'ma let 'em spin like a spiral (21) I don't got no love for no rival (Pussy) Put him on the news, he went viral (Pussy) I took a number two with my rifle (21, 21) Every car I'm in, I got the title (Straight up) Slaughter Gang, I turn a model to a hiker (Straight up) I know they want me dead, I got a Kel-Tec in this Viper (Straight up) I hit all the vibes on the low 'cause I'm a sniper (Straight up) I make sure the beef get Swiss cheese (21) I'm from 20-East where they killin' thieves (Big facts) Stones got my ears feelin' like Christmas Eve (Big facts) Before you bend over, baby, get on your knees (Big facts) Drive by, jump out, then we tie-dye (21, 21) Say a nigga touched me, that's a lie, lie (Big cap) She fried, she fucked the gang, we call her Five Guys (Five Guys) I'm so high, I almost thought I skydived (Skydived) I'ma let 'em spin like a spiral (Straight up) I don't got no love for no rival (Straight up) Put him on the news, he went viral (Pussy) I took a number two with my rifle (Pussy) Every car I'm in, I got the title (On God) Slaughter Gang, I turn a model to a hiker (Big facts) I know they want me dead, I got a Kel-Tec in this Viper (21) I hit all the vibes on the low 'cause I'm a sniper (21)
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Yea Yea
Yea Yea by 21 Savage
15 ContributorsYea Yea Lyrics Yo Yo, Pi'erre‚ you wanna come out here? Big knots get a nigga Xd out Bitch‚ I'm rich‚ I'm tryna fuck on every thot Bitch, I'm rich, I'm tryna beat your neck out Savage got the .40 with the red dot Savage made a quarter mil' off "Red Opps" Yeah‚ nigga, I ain't never filled out a job app' Your favorite rapper keyboard, I swear that nigga all cap All my niggas real fans‚ all of 'em all clap 21 Savage, I be hangin' where the check be I don't want the pussy, lil' bitch, just neck me Bitch, you tryna screenshot a nigga, don't text me I don't wanna be your boyfriend, I'm your bestie, yeah, yeah Spend a whole lot of bills, nigga, yeah, yeah House all in the hills, nigga, yeah, yeah Suck that dick until it spill, baby, yeah, yeah I get nasty, I'm ill, baby, yeah, yeah Diamonds on me real big, yeah, yeah I put a 30 on a SIG, yeah, yeah Balenciagas on my kids, yeah, yeah I'm doing donuts in the 6, yeah, yeah Got a stick with a knife, don't get chopped up Carbon with the silencer, make a nigga silence ya Oh, you think you tough because you run around on that Molly, huh I ain't even gonna acknowledge ya All my niggas bodied up Ran up a bag then I went and bought a Rari If I hurt your feelings, my bad, I'm sorry Got a lot of choppers, I ain't talking 'bout no Harleys Slaughter Gang, nigga, we just shot up the party I'ma let the diamonds talk for me, yeah Make a model bitch walk for me, yeah You better swallow, bitch, don't act bougie You better not act like you don't see your friend choosing All that ass, bitch, let a nigga squeeze it This hard work, bitch, pimpin' ain't easy I buy bitches new cars all season I spoil all my hoes for no reasonSee 21 Savage LiveGet tickets as low as $69You might also like
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Slaughter Ya Daughter
Slaughter Ya Daughter by 21 Savage (Ft. ​iLoveMakonnen & KEY!)
32 ContributorsSlaughter Ya Daughter Lyrics My pinky ring (Slaughter your daughter) That's a quarter (Slaughter your daughter) Double cup (Slaughter your daughter) Three hundred dollars (Slaughter your daughter) I got commas (Slaughter your daughter) Ferragamo (Slaughter your daughter) I bought a Benz (Slaughter your daughter) She had a Honda (Slaughter your daughter) She's a darling (She's a darling) I gave her molly (I gave her molly) The bitch is geeking (The bitch is geeking) She seeing Scotty (She seeing Scotty) She dancing for me (I slaughtered your daughter) I love her body (I slaughtered your daughter) Here's my number (Slaughter your daughter) Be sure to call me (Slaughter your daughter) I slaughtered your daughter, in back of the Honda I'm whipping up white, I'm whipping up Barbara I fucked on Keysha Undra, and then I fucked Sonia And then I fucked Tonia I slaughtered your daughter, I'm 21 Savage I don't do no marriage, I fucked her on camera The bitch was embarrassed, I gave her a molly She talking to Scotty She dancing in Follies, she geeking like Bobby See 21 Savage LiveGet tickets as low as $69You might also like My pinky ring (Slaughter your daughter) That's a quarter (Slaughter your daughter) Double cup (Slaughter your daughter) Three hundred dollars (Slaughter your daughter) I got commas (Slaughter your daughter) Ferragamo (Slaughter your daughter) I bought a Benz (Slaughter your daughter) She had a Honda (Slaughter your daughter) She's a darling (She's a darling) I gave her molly (I gave her molly) The bitch is geeking (The bitch is geeking) She seeing Scotty (She seeing Scotty) She dancing for me (I slaughtered your daughter) I love her body (I slaughtered your daughter) Here's my number (Slaughter your daughter) Be sure to call me (Slaughter your daughter) I gave her water (Hey), she acting famished (Hey) Can't even have it (Hey) Brandon Jackson (Hey), that is my, dawg She take the, charge, that is my, dawg She take the, charge, I nutted on her (Hey) She wiped it off (Hey), I left out (Hey) Don't call the house, don't pull up in, okay Uh, shit, damn, ayy, uh, ayy My pinky ring (Slaughter your daughter) That's a quarter (Slaughter your daughter) Double cup (Slaughter your daughter) Three hundred dollars (Slaughter your daughter) I got commas (Slaughter your daughter) Ferragamo (Slaughter your daughter) I bought a Benz (Slaughter your daughter) She had a Honda (Slaughter your daughter) She's a darling (She's a darling) I gave her molly (I gave her molly) The bitch is geeking (The bitch is geeking) She seeing Scotty (She seeing Scotty) She dancing for me (I slaughtered your daughter) I love her body (I slaughtered your daughter) Here's my number (Slaughter your daughter) Be sure to call me (Slaughter your daughter) Tryna see a hundred on the highway, riding to Chattanooga Heard the boys want beef with us, my boy pull up with that Ruger Got so many girls around the world, boy, I can't lose 'em Every city I touchdown in, it be so hard to choose her My money be stacking all night, all night like I'm on plantation Everybody know my shit the hottest in the nation Putting down lil' fires if any motherfucker wanna talk that shit Last time, I came here tell 'em I cost about a brick God damn, my ho, you be making a lot nowadays, we getting paid I got so many girls, I bring 'em to the fucking shade They say I shine like the sun, we sipping lemonade I do not know your fucking friend and I ain't tryna mate 'Cause a nigga like me be goddamn rapping At the same time, lil' nigga out here trapping Because I need more than a deal worth Fuck what your deal worth Nigga, I look like Spielberg My pinky ring (Slaughter your daughter) That's a quarter (Slaughter your daughter) Double cup (Slaughter your daughter) Three hundred dollars (Slaughter your daughter) I got commas (Slaughter your daughter) Ferragamo (Slaughter your daughter) I bought a Benz (Slaughter your daughter) She had a Honda (Slaughter your daughter) She's a darling (She's a darling) I gave her molly (I gave her molly) The bitch is geeking (The bitch is geeking) She seeing Scotty (She seeing Scotty) She dancing for me (I slaughtered your daughter) I love her body (I slaughtered your daughter) Here's my number (Slaughter your daughter) Be sure to call me (Slaughter your daughter)
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Motorcycle
Motorcycle by 21 Savage (Ft. Dreezy)
16 ContributorsMotorcycle Lyrics She gon' ride it like a motorcycle She gon' ride it like a motorcycle She gon' ride it like a motorcycle She gon' ride it like a motorcycle She gon' ride it like a motorcycle She gon' ride it like a motorcycle She gon' ride it like a motorcycle, throw it back, baby, recycle Bitch, I'm bleeding like I'm on a cycle, I be leaning, baby, no NyQuil And I can't stop it, keep going, baby, don't stop it All my garments come from France, French kissing in France Hundred-thousand stuffed in my pants, money piling up like ants And I can't stop it, keep going, baby, don't stop it I can't stop it, hundred-thousand stuffed in my pocket Pull up on a nigga with a rocket, if I pull it out, then I'ma pop it I call her bike life 'cause she ridin', non-stop it, eat the pussy up and then a nigga get it popping Finger licking, good like shrimp and teriyaki VVS diamonds got my watch playing hockey 21 Savage, I get money like a Jew, hundreds on me blue, hundreds on me blue You know I'm a slut, I'll fuck your crew Yeah, I'm a dog like that, pull up in a 'Rari with the top dropped back Pull up on your block with the chop cocked back Pew, pew, pew, make a nigga walk back 1017, they need to bring the wop back, when I get inside that pussy, baby, I can't stop I love it when I see them nipples through the crop top Butt crack showing in them G-Star jeans Make a nigga wanna go and buy her a ring She gon' turn a nigga to a fiend, she gon' make a nigga kill the scene She gon' hold my dope when I'm in need, she gon' bail me out when I'm in need See 21 Savage LiveGet tickets as low as $69You might also like She gon' ride it like a motorcycle, throw it back, baby, recycle Bitch, I'm bleeding like I'm on a cycle, I be leaning, baby, no NyQuil And I can't stop it, keep going, baby, don't stop it All my garments come from France, French kissing in France Hundred-thousand stuffed in my pants, money piling up like ants And I can't stop it, keep going, baby, don't stop it Put the money in the safe, you could beat it like a case I've been waiting all day, so I could put it in your face Been real with him from the start, know a lot of niggas sell out Get up in the jam, you know who to call to bail out Got a bad bitch, know these niggas gon' hate Can't stop getting money, bitch, I don't got brakes If a nigga 'bout his bread, it be getting to his head He be running from the feds, left a lot of niggas dead Ain't enough kush, he be rolling like dice Show him who the business now he wanna throw the rights He'll pay for it if I gave him a price, fuck around with my type, boy, you know you ain't right I'm knowing your bitch ain't had shit It's Dreezy and 21 Savage Yeah, million dollar, nigga, blow the money like a whistle Take me where I wanna order steak up off the menu Hard head nigga, know he gripping on a pistol, if you buy me a ring, we can make this shit official Fucking with me harder than your niggas, power couple, yeah, we all up on a mission I know when you gotta handle business, you know I'ma be here waiting for you when you finish Let's get it She gon' ride it like a motorcycle, throw it back, baby, recycle Bitch, I'm bleeding like I'm on a cycle, I be leaning, baby, no NyQuil And I can't stop it, keep going, baby, don't stop it All my garments come from France, French kissing in France Hundred-thousand stuffed in my pants, money piling up like ants And I can't stop it, keep going, baby, don't stop it
2,429,129
21 Savage
Oh Ok
Oh Ok by 21 Savage
15 ContributorsOh Ok Lyrics (Zaytoven) Yeah, yeah, yeah 21 Savage 21, 21 Ha yeah, yeah Ha ha, ha,ha, ha ha, ha Haha, haha Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Ha ha ha, ya dig? Carbon 15 on 'em AR 15 on 'em Got that Glock with the beam on it (Glock with the beam on it) Every nigga in my team want it (Yeah) Oh, you a gangsta? You a savage now? (Savage now?) You ain't never sprayed a hundred rounds (Pussy ass nigga) Last nigga tried me, gunned him down (Swear to fuckin' God) Left his body in the lost and found (Left him in the mud) Zone 6 shit, bitch (Yeah nigga, fuck nigga) Who the fuck told you shit was sweet? (Fuck said that?) Who the fuck want smoke with me? (21, 21, 21) Nigga barking up the wrong tree (Wrong fuckin' tree) Everybody want to hold nuts on Young Savage (21) Probably cause your bitch wanna fuck Young Savage (21) All these pussy niggas acting like they really trapping You got one more strike, fuckboy and I'ma whack you (21) Woo, woo But that nigga watch blinging, take it (Strip him, strip him, strip him) But a nigga chain blinging, take it (Fuck, damn) Said he got a bankroll, take it (Pussy ass bitch) And yo' shooters ain't gon' do nothing (Pussy ass shit) Fuck the glamour and the glitz (Fuck the glamour and the glitz) Bitch I keep extended clip (One, two, three, four) I keep extended clip (Twenty, thirty, forty, fifty) I love my extended clip (Pew pew) 15 got my first trap spot (One way hollow, bitch) I beat that motherfucker out (Beat that motherfucker out) 19, nigga tried to jump me in the club (21, 21) I aired that motherfucker out (Blrrt, bah, bah, bah, bah) You ain't 'bout that shit that you rapping 'bout (21, 21) Nigga tell the truth, what you cappin' 'bout? (Cappin' ass) Nigga fuck the rap, we can clap it out (Clap it out) I take the .30 out and gonna slap you out Pay attention man, these niggas really weird (Really weird) Pussy ass nigga gotta period (Bitch, bitch, bitch) Bitch ass nigga (Yeah) Snitch ass nigga "I take pictures with my hand on my hip", ass nigga When it gets real I'ma gon' and dip ass nigga East Atlanta to Decatur to get your flip fast nigga Got your bitch swallowing cum, like some slim fast nigga (Yeah) 21 Gang and we don't throw no white flags nigga See 21 Savage LiveGet tickets as low as $69You might also like Bitch, bitch! Yeah, a lotta, um (21) Fake you know what I'm saying beef (21, 21) Or whatever the fuck y'all call it (21) Nigga, we don't beef nigga (21) We just eat nigga (21, 21) And keep it moving nigga (21, 21) 21 Savage (Yeah, yeah) Slaughter King (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) Still on that bullshit (Yeah, ya dig) Still keep a full clip, ya dig? (Ya dig, ya dig) Still give ya pussy ass a face lift nigga (Yeah)
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21 Savage
21 Way (Freestyle)
21 Way (Freestyle) by 21 Savage
15 Contributors21 Way (Freestyle) Lyrics Hot box with a paper tag on it Your baby brother used to be my crash dummy Don't call my phone if it ain't 'bout cash money I don't wanna talk if it ain't 'bout cash money I got a lot of shooters 'round me and they hungry He sold a zip and now he acting like he Tony I be chasing after money like I'm homeless I had to leave that bitch alone cause she was bogus Put a 100 on your head Now a nigga dead You niggas know that Young Savage will paint the city red I don't want to do no song with these niggas 'cause they scared Draco on the seat I keep that Draco on the seat Molly, percs and weed you know these bitches like to eat Slaughter gang, we slaughter hoes cause half these bitches freaks All the shit I've been through man it change a young G That's why I keep that hundred round drum around me That's why I keep a lot of fucking guns around me If you ain't with the gang you better not come around me All that motherfucking leechin', ain't no bummin' round' me You like that pillow talk but niggas shoot for fun around me Round my way Round my way Round my way Round my way Round my way Round my way Round my way Round my way Round my way They robbin' round my way Shootin' around my way Ain't nothing sweet, you better keep a gun around my way Round my way Round my way Round my way Round my way Round my way Round my way Round my way Round my way Round my way Round my way Round my way Round my way Round my way They robbin' round my way Shootin' around my way Ain't nothing sweet you better keep a gun around my way Round my way Round my way Round my waySee 21 Savage LiveGet tickets as low as $69You might also like
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21 Savage
No Debate
No Debate by 21 Savage
24 ContributorsNo Debate Lyrics Woah, woah, woah Oh, that's how y'all feel? Okay Keep that same energy Woah, woah, yeah Woah, yeah, woah, woah Woah, woah, woah, woah Woah Niggas go to switchin' sides, bitches go to switchin' sides My lil' brother walkin' on crutches, but he still'll ride I can't find the words to describe what I feel inside Go against the gang, you ain't heard? That's like suicide Pillar box, grab a Glock, spray a block, that's how we slide Spin that bitch again, nigga, we don't care 'bout who done died Go to war with everybody if my crew decide Ain't no fuckin' middle, nigga, better chose a side No respect for Instagram gangsters, gotta tag something He was talkin' crazy, caught him lackin' at a gas pump Start a war, then hide in the house, you get your man slumped Shots out the Draco, ain't no chaser, got his ass drunk Every time my voice come on the beat, that shit got mad bump Nudy smokin' fetus funk, check the score, they ass skunk Headshot, his forehead lump, flip the switch, nigga, dump 4L love me, they protect me, secret service like I'm Trump You can feel my presence before I came in the building I'ma put some condos in my hood, I get a billion Lost my right hand and my arms and it killed me Wash away the trauma with the drugs, but I need therapy My daddy broke my momma heart, while she carried me I don't respect him enough to even ask him for the clarity I just want my girl to hold me down and not embarrass me Treat me how you treat your Birkin bags, baby, cherish me You heard I don't like you, nigga, now you wanna blast me If you was a man, you would've had the balls to ask me I want everybody on, I don't care 'bout who pass me Knowin' if I turn my back, you probably still gon' stab me I ain't wanna jump inside the streets, but they grabbed me Know you want me back, but bitch, you played me when you had me Gotta make it home, I got some people call me daddy They depend on me, that's why I bulletproof the Caddy Take a couple Ms, put 'em in a safe Then I took my brothers and put 'em all in place I know niggas envy, I know niggas hate Shots out the Draco, put 'em in his face When it come to smoke, I'm givin' what they take I freed up my calendar, nigga, pick a date Got a lot to lose, tryin' not to bite the bait When it's up, it's up, it ain't never for debateSee 21 Savage LiveGet tickets as low as $69You might also like
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6ix9ine
FEFE
FEFE by 6ix9ine (Ft. Murda Beatz & Nicki Minaj)
It's fuckin' TR3YWAY King of New York, lookin' for the Queen Uh, you got the right one, hmm L-let these, let these b-b-bitches know, nigga Queens, Brooklyn, brrr, ah Murda on the beat so it's not nice Pussy got that wet, wet, got that drip, drip Got that super soaker, hit that She a Fefe, her name Keke She eat my dick like it's free, free I don't even know like, "Why I did that?" I don't even know like, "Why I hit that?" All I know is that I just can't wife that Talk to her nice so she won't fight back Turn around and hit it from the back, back, back Bend her down then I make it clap, clap, clap I don't really want no friends I don't really want no friends, no Draco got that kick-back when I blow that, they all do track They don't shoot back, one shot, close range, red dot Head tight, yeah, I did that, yeah, I live that Call a Uber with my shooter, with a Ruger, we gon' do ya Niggas say they killin' people, but I really fuckin' do it You might also like I don't really want no friends I don't really want no friends, no He-he tryna 69 like Tekashi, call him papi Word to A$AP, keep me Rocky, I'm from New York, so I'm cocky Say he fuckin' with my posse, copped me Khloé like Kardashi' Keep this pussy in Versace, said I'm pretty like Tinashe Put-put it all up in his face, did I catch a case? Pussy game just caught a body, but I never leave a trace Face is pretty, ass for days, I get chips, I ask for Lay's I just sit back and when he done, I be like, "Yo, how'd it taste?" (Yo, how'd it taste?) I don't really want no friends I don't really want no friends, no Ayo, Draco got that kick-back When it kick-back, you can't get yo shit back In fact this that bitch that "I hate small talk, I don't fuck with chit-chat" AC just stopped workin' So they hit me, told me bring my wrist back Come through rockin' fashions That got all these bitches like, "Yo, what's that?" (Like, "Yo, what's that?") I don't really want no friends I don't really want no friends, no Eeny, meeny, miny, moe I catch a ho right by her toe If she ain't fuckin' me and Nicki Kick that ho right through the door (TR3YWAY) I don't really want no friends, my old ho just bought this Benz Nicki just hopped in this shit, now I won't see that bitch again Eeny, meeny, miny, moe (No) I catch a ho right by her toe (No) If she ain't fuckin' me and Nicki Kick that ho right through the door (No, TR3YWAY) Mmm, Young Money, Young Money bunny Colorful hair, don't care I don't really want no friends I don't really want no friends, no I don't really want no friends I don't really want no friends, no Scum Gang
5,545,285
6ix9ine
GOOBA
GOOBA by 6ix9ine
I tell a nigga don't dick ride, don't blick ride Leave it to the double thick thighs, twin sisters Drop it down and wobble, wobble up, mami booted up She get down and gobble, gobble up 'cause my money up Slide, slide in the Bentley truck-a, the Wraith truck-a Your bestie is a dick sucker, I big dub her As-salam-alam alaykum, you big hater You nothin' but a hater, hater, clout chaser Now we catch him at the chicken spot, up a couple chops Pop that nigga with a hundred shots, ra-ta-ta-ta-ta DayDay made that nigga Diddy Bop, cha-cha-cha-cha-cha He thought we was gon' knuckle up, bitch, I don't box And these niggas always talkin' shit, yadda-yadda-ya When you see me, what you talkin' 'bout, fuck you talkin' 'bout? Niggas always wanna chase clout, bitch, I am clout Tell 'em get up out my face now 'fore I grrt Are you dumb, stupid, or dumb, huh? Play me like a dummy, like bitch, are you dumb? Are you dumb, stupid, or dumb, huh? Yeah, you got some money, but you still fuckin' ugly Stupid, listen When I talk, you better listen We can make him dance, bachata Slide over, do the cha-cha Grrt, bah-bah Make a nigga go adiós Dímelo, mami Fresca, you nasty Flame up, light it They see me and get excited Two step, spin around, so fly, pilot They sick, been hot way before coronavirus Nigga, who did that? Nigga, who did what? Nigga, that's my shit, don't bite it You might also like I tell a nigga don't dick ride, don't blick ride Leave it to the double thick thighs, twin sisters Drop it down and wobble, wobble up, mami booted up She get down and gobble, gobble up 'cause my money up Slide, slide in the Bentley truck-a, the Wraith truck-a Your bestie is a dick sucker, I big dub her As-salam-alam alaykum, you big hater You nothin' but a hater, hater, clout chaser You're mad I'm back, big mad He's mad, she's mad, big sad Haha, don't care, stay mad Ah-hah, ah-hah, ah-hah Haha, bitch, I'm laughin' 'cause you big mad See it in your face, cry baby, bitch, you big sad Niggas tweetin' bout me, got me trendin', bitch, you big sad Tell me how I ratted, came home to a big bag (Jah, ayy, you know that boy)
3,266,784
6ix9ine
GUMMO
GUMMO by 6ix9ine
Niggas iffy, uh, blicky got the stiffy, uh Got the blicky, uh, drum, it hold fifty, uh (Let me put some hot sauce on that thing, real quick) Scum Gang! (I'll see y''all later, Suuwhoop) Pop these niggas like a wheelie, nigga, you a silly nigga In the hood with them Billy niggas and them Hoover niggas You run up and they shootin' niggas, we ain't hoopin', nigga No KB, you would lose a nigga, up that Uzi, nigga On the stoop, crills in my drawers, your girl on my phone She wanna fuck, but keep her clothes on, I only want the jaw Man, that's really all I use her for, then kick her out the door I don't want her, you can keep the whore, she fiendin' for some more In New York, my niggas don't Milly Rock, my niggas money bop Blow a case, a nigga throwin' shots, I run 'em off they block Quarter milli' in the stash box, I grinded for my spot Niggas talkin' 'bout that cash, but my bag worth a lot I don't fuck with no old hoes, only new hoes Put my dick in her backbone, I pass her to my bro I don't love her, that's a sad ho, she a bad ho I'ma fuck her, then I dash home, to the cash, ho I'm on some rob a nigga shit, take a nigga bitch Do the dash in the whip, count the cash in the whip I pull up with a stick, I let that shit hit Shout out *******, but I fucked that nigga bitch You might also like Niggas iffy, uh, blicky got the stiffy, uh Got the blicky, uh, drum it hold fifty, uh Move milli', all my niggas on fifty, uh Talk down (Pew pew pew), you silly, uh (Fah-fah-fah-fah) Hit a stain, fifty bands, all hunnids Spinnin' through ya block, like a pop shove-it Shoot at me, I'm shootin' back, I'm gettin' buckets I ain't wanna take his life, but nigga, fuck it I'm on some rob a nigga shit, take a nigga bitch Do the dash in the whip, count the cash in the whip I pull up with a stick, I let that shit hit Shout out *******, but I fucked that nigga bitch I'm on some rob a nigga shit, take a nigga bitch Do the dash in the whip, count the cash in the whip I pull up with a stick, I let that shit hit Shout out *******, but I fucked that nigga bitch Scum Gang!
3,497,224
6ix9ine
BILLY
BILLY by 6ix9ine
That's my word, get up in they face Talk your shit, let your nuts drag, nigga These niggas just runnin' out they fuckin' mouth, man Follow protocol, Blood, get in they fuckin' chest, nigga (Scum Gang!) We the fuckin' M.O.B., nigga These niggas bleed different We don't bleed, nigga We make niggas bleed, Blood TR3YWAY These niggas say they heard of me, I ain't heard of you Get the fuck up out my fuckin' face, 'fore I murder you Bitch niggas always jackin' Blood, but I know they fu Whole squad full of fuckin' killers, I'm a killer too Sending shots, shots, shots, shots, shots, nigga Everybody gettin' pop, pop, popped, nigga The thing go "rrrah, rrrah, rrrah, rrrah, rrrah", nigga We send shots, shots, shots, shots, shots, nigga It's always 6ix9ine this and 6ix9ine that Niggas on my dick and on my yack These niggas lookin' for me, you could hit my jack I done dropped my address, y'all know where 6ix9ine at I don't flock, yeah, nine to his back like Ibaka Baka, not nice, with the fuckin' choppa Pop 'em, scope on the nigga, who shot ya? Dropped him, somebody call a fuckin' doctor! Dick up in the pussy, bet that shit get gushy, gushy She want the whole gang bussin' all in her pussy I want the drip, drip while I get my dick licked Lil' sick bitch, lickin' on my dick tip (Menace) She a freak ho, fuck her, she on beast mode Arch your back, put your hands on your knees, ho I'm on beast mode, shoot you through your peep-hole Said he want smoke, I don't really see it though (Menace) You might also like These niggas say they heard of me, I ain't heard of you Get the fuck up out my fuckin' face, 'fore I murder you Bitch niggas always jackin' Blood, but I know they fu Whole squad full of fuckin' killers, I'm a killer too Sending shots, shots, shots, shots, shots, nigga Everybody gettin' pop, pop, popped, nigga The thing go "rrrah, rrrah, rrrah, rrrah, rrrah", nigga We send shots, shots, shots, shots, shots, nigga
3,303,780
6ix9ine
KOODA
KOODA by 6ix9ine
Scum Gang! Niggas runnin' out they mouth, but they never pop out I got the drop on your spot, everybody watch out All my niggas on 50, so you know we hopped out Mobbed out, opps out, we gon' show what we about All my niggas really gang bang, talk that damn slang Rap about it, do the same thing, let your nuts hang We gon' pull up, nigga, ¡ándale!, on Sangre We post up, we don't do the race, you gon' die today In the spot, blow 50 bands, shit, 100 bands Shit, my pockets on a runnin' man, fuck a rubberband I'ma fuck her in a handstand, she a fan, man Need the drugs? I'm the Xan man, I'm the damn man I roll up, I'm gon' be booted, stupid, and shootin' stupid Brought a knife, I brought a Ruger, stupid, I really do this If I tote it then you know I'll shoot it and I'ma prove it Back, back, don't be movin', stupid, or I'ma use it (Squad) Dicky stiffy, uh, bet she give some licky, uh Lil bitty, uh, bust all on her titties, uh She a skeezer, uh, really don't need her, uh Bust then I leave her, uh, she a little eater, uh Get back, kickback, blow your shit back, uh Rip that, take that, flip that, send that, uh .223 hit, where your clothes at? Uh Scum Gang 'bout that Fendi, fin-act, uh You might also like Niggas runnin' out they mouth, but they never pop out I got the drop on your spot, everybody watch out All my niggas on 50, so you know we hopped out Mobbed out, opps out, we gon' show what we about All my niggas really gang bang, talk that damn slang Rap about it, do the same thing, let your nuts hang We gon' pull up, nigga ¡ándale!, on Sangre (It's Koncept P, the beat knockin') We post up, we don't do the race, you gon' die today You can talk hot on the internet, boy That's that goofy shit, we ain't into that, boy Black van, pull up to your momma crib, boy Tie her up, drive that shit off a bridge, lil boy You can talk hot on the internet, boy That's that goofy shit, we ain't into that, boy Black van, pull up to your momma crib, boy Tie her up, drive that shit off a bridge, lil boy Niggas runnin' out they mouth, but they never pop out I got the drop on your spot, everybody watch out All my niggas on 50, so you know we hopped out Mobbed out, opps out, we gon' show what we about (It's Koncept P, the beat knockin') All my niggas really gang bang, talk that damn slang Rap about it, do the same thing, let your nuts hang We gon' pull up, nigga ¡ándale!, on Sangre We post up, we don't do the race, you gon' die today
3,693,552
6ix9ine
TATI
TATI by 6ix9ine (Ft. DJ SpinKing)
Hold up, let me get it started B.B. with the Robin's, lookin' all retarded B.B. saggin', fly like a dragon Bitches suck my dick, 'cause I'm fly like Aladdin Scum Gang! These bitches think I'm stupid, I ain't stupid Dummy boys fall in love with it, he stupid All these hoes on my body, cut the bullshit All these hoes, they ain't loyal, y'all lookin' stupid I just left Starlets and I ain't even cash out Back out, straight to the trap house, I blow her back out I'll pull her tracks out, got her running like it's track now Like a Smackdown, rock bottom I'ma pin her down Hold up, let me get it started B.B. with the Robin's, lookin' all retarded B.B. saggin', fly like a dragon Bitches suck my dick 'cause I'm fly like Aladdin Pour a semi, pull up to the cribby, uh Licky-licky, licky on my blicky, uh Take a flicky, make a movie with me, uh Take a flicky, make 'em real drippy, uh Why you watching me? You all on my IG Why you stalking me? You don't even follow me Why you tweet my shit? You ain't used to read my shit Bitch, you used to fuckin' leave me on seen and shit You might also like Went to the Eastside, spanked out Juju Lucky I ain't have it on me, I was gon' shoot you Spanked him on camera, threw it on YouTube Stupid lil' dumb nigga, now you on YouTube If a nigga want beef, I'm the type to drag it Shoot you while you with your bitch then it's back to mackin' Police pull up on me, I don't know what happened Police pull up on you, you gon' get to yappin' We gon' get to clappin', we been on static Semi-automatics, they gon' get to clappin' We ain't with the chattin', you lil' niggas cappin' If we catch you lackin', turn you into has-beens Ran through Lust, 100 bands up Shout out SpinKing, that's my motherfuckin' blood, nigga Go, go, go mulignane Go, go, mulignane Pour a semi, pull up to the cribby, uh Licky-licky, licky on my blicky, uh Take a flicky, make a movie with me, uh Take a flicky, make 'em real drippy, uh Why you watching me? You all on my IG Why you stalking me? You don't even follow me Why you tweet my shit? You ain't used to read my shit Bitch, you used to fuckin' leave me on seen and shit
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6ix9ine
KEKE
KEKE by 6ix9ine (Ft. A Boogie wit da Hoodie & Fetty Wap)
Scum Gang! AF Nation I be on the block, on the regular With my niggas bustin' at the cops, on the regular Bitches suckin' dick, givin' top, on the regular Catch me water whippin' straight drop, on the regular Yeah, you know I run up with the shit, on the regular Bare-faced, I'ma hit a lick, on the regular Posted with the drop, gun cocked, on the regular Yeah, I'm 6ix9ine with the 9, on the regular Niggas want war, yeah, kick their door, yeah Niggas want the sauce, yeah, shake 'em off, yeah I'm still in the hood, yeah, bussin' juggs, yeah Rollin' through the city, yeah, with my niggas, yeah Niggas want they bitch back, I don't chit-chat Run up, hear a "Click-clack", blow your shit back Baby, I ain't a hot boy, I'm a block boy Double trigger Glock (Ah), make him Diddy Bop, boy (Ayy) Nigga, we be bustin' at the opps, on the regular Nigga, we be duckin' from the cops, on the regular Bitches suckin' dick and givin' top, on the regular Shit that's on my wrist, it cost a lot, it ain't regular Nigga, if it's comin' from my spot, it ain't regular Someone's will is on a different side, it ain't regular You can't take the money when you die, it ain't regular Niggas with me, really ready to die, on the regular (Yeah) You might also like Pu-Pu-Pu-Pu-Pull up to his door, yeah, get on the floor, yeah (Yeah) Pull up, we gon' shoot, don't check out the score yet (Yeah) Different colored coupes, money on the floor, yeah (Yeah) They know I got juice, drippin', drippin' sauce, yeah (Yeah-ayy-a) Pull up to his door, yeah, get on the floor, yeah (Yeah-ayy-a) Pull up, we gon' shoot, don't check out the score yet (Yeah-ayy-a) Different colored coupes, money on the floor, yeah (Yeah-ayy-a) They know I got juice, drippin', drippin' sauce, yeah (Yeah, yeah, yeah) They know I'ma ball, like LaVar (Yeah-ayy-a) Ayy, 'bout to take a trip to the stars (Yeah-ayy-a) Ayy, let a nigga drip in designer (Yeah-ayy-a) Ayy, makin' money flip for the mob (Yeah) I fuck it up, I fuck it up, mmm, yeah Shmegular, that's regular, mmm, yeah I hit it on the tour bus, ooh yeah If I'm a player, you a slut, ooh yeah I told my .38, "I love you" That's my baby, when I pull up she pull up, two-seater Hermès on the buckle, and a Lotta bag in the duffle, yeah Leave 'em wet, I let it rain, nigga Put a .30 to your mothafuckin' brain nigga, ah I'm runnin' around with the same niggas Same niggas that'll take a nigga's chain, nigga, ah
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6ix9ine
STOOPID
STOOPID by 6ix9ine (Ft. Bobby Shmurda)
Y'all already know it be the boy Yung Gordon And you rockin' with Take Money Promotions Ayy, Take Money Promotions Give 'em that new shit, no fool shit Oh yeah, let's go DJ NekoLito (Rough Rider) TMP954WELIVE Take Money Promotions Tay Keith, fuck these niggas up Bitch, I'm silly Up them choppers, shoot your shit up, let's get busy Drinkin' Henny, goin' brazy, poppin' pillies Sex Money Murda, shout-out all my blazing Billies (All my Billies) We in yo' city (We in yo'—) Shoutout my apes in the fuckin' zoo (Filayo) Filayo, they gon' shoot Spin a hoop, who the fuck is you? Who the fuck you know, nigga? No, nigga Niggas killed your cousin, you want smoke, nigga? (Stupid) Glo nigga, rollin' up your cousin in a blunt, nigga Bozo, bitch, are you dumb-d-dumb-dumb-dumb-d-dumb-dumb-dumb? (Stupid) Bitch, I'm Nick Cannon with this drum-dr-drum-drum-drum (Brra-pum-pum) Pull up with semis, no Lil Pump-pr-ump-Pump-pumps (No esskeetit) We goin' dumb-d-dumb-dumb-dumb-d-dumb-dumb-dumb Bitch I'm stupid (Bitch I'm dumb) I be tweakin', I be wildin', I be booted (Bitch, I be drunk) I be stealin', I be robbin', I be lootin' (You don't wanna die) Your boyfriend dumb, he get no money, bitch, he stupid (Is he dumb?) Oh, bitch, he, oh, bitch, he stupid Damn, homie, in high school you was the man, homie (2012) What the fuck happened to you? (Stupid) I'm just sayin', homie Now you smokin' Black & Milds, smokin' reg, homie You might also like Ah-ah-ahh, what's up? Shmurda on the motherfuckin' set Nigga 6ix9ine what's poppin' cuz? Tell him shut up, suck a dick Tell him fuck him, I'm the shit Bitch, I'm drunk recording this I'm getting money, I'm the shit Shout-out my Bloods, shout-out my Crips That nigga, Ebro, he a bitch Just another old nigga on a young nigga dick Bitch I'm lit on the 'Gram, a million likes, you see my shit A bitch DM for the dick, but I probably wouldn't hit VVS, Cuban hit, shout-out Jimmy for the drip Your baby daddy mixtape wasn't shit, he a bitch Free Bobby, free Rowdy, free Cueno, free the 9 Shout-out Jay Dee, shout-out Kooda, Dee Savv, those my guys FOA they gon' ride, GS9 they gon' slide When I woo, woo back, ah-ah, those my guys She give me neck until I burst out She use her teeth, she get cursed out And all these suckers with they fucking feelings Always got these bitches with they purse out We on the blast nigga bow down I count bricks put the word out You know you like a nigga Shmoney Dance You gon' love a nigga when I swerve out Bitch, I'm silly Up them choppers, shoot your shit up, let's get busy Drinkin' Henny, goin' brazy, poppin' pillies Sex Money Murda, shout-out all my blazing Billies (All my Billies) We in yo' city Hold up, hold up, hold up, gang Run that shit back
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GOTTI
GOTTI by 6ix9ine
Got me a new Rollie (You can't even afford that) Gotti Gotti, ultra (Take off your headphones) Gotti Gotti, uh Gotti Gotti (Hahahaha) 'Kay, my block bang (Gang), .30 bang (Gang) Scum Gang, big choppa, big thang, let your nuts hang Who they? (Gang), don't say (Gang, gang) BBA change your mood, ayy, any day Gotti Gotti, cookin' up, speed it up Double cup, Xanny cup, booted up Mollied up, molly up, break it up Cop it, then I serve it up, give it up Gotti Gotti Fuck with my day ones Yeah, you know I flooded the chain once Got the money, and I split it with day ones She ain't fuck me back when I was lame, nah Yeah, you know I do my dance (Do it) In the club (Hey), throwin' dough Rack it up (Rack it), shake it up Watch me do it, how I bust it up (Ooh), I mix it up Then I hit her with the blicky, uh So drip it, drip it, drip it, drip it You ain't got no money, you can keep her (Pew, pew, pew) Bitch, I got my Nina, I'ma squeeze her If you really wanna meet her, she a greeter It was really nice to meet ya, I don't need ya (I don't need her) I pray to God that my niggas gon' eat (I pray to god) I pray to God that my family gon' see (I pray to god) Prayin' that the Lord take a chance with me Wouldn't come when I was up, I was on the wrong things (Mom, please) I ain't silly, ain't no dumb nigga, are you dumb, nigga? Are you stayin' with the pump, nigga? Fuck is up, nigga? Is you mad? You's a fuck nigga, I don't trust niggas Scum Gang, chew 'em up, nigga, we don't fuck with ya You might also like Okay, my block bang (Gang), 30 bang (Gang) Scum Gang, big choppa, big thang, let your nuts hang Who they? (Gang), don't say (Gang, gang) BBA change your mood, ayy, any day Gotti Gotti, cookin' up, speed it up Double cup, Xanny cup, booted up Mollied up, molly up, break it up Cop it, then I serve it up, give it up Gotti Gotti The Gotti Gotti Who, who really with the money, money? Who, who really with the Gotti Gotti? Who, who really with the money, money? Who? Do my dance, hit my dance Fifty bands, hunnid bands, all my dance Mollied up, molly up, give it up Cop it, then I serve it up, give it up Really with the Gotti, Gotti Who, who really with the Gotti, Gotti? Who, who really with the?
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MAMA
MAMA by 6ix9ine (Ft. Kanye West & Nicki Minaj)
Uh Murda on the beat so it's not nice! Tiki Taki, Spanish mami, she a hot tamale (Hot) Make her spend that money, dummy, go retarded for me (Pop it) Pop it, pop it, she get started, she won't ever stop it Little thottie, thottarati choosin' everybody Splish, splash, Apple Bottoms make that ass fat She got that wet wet, got me blowin' through this whole bag (Rack) She got B's, spend some cheese, now they double D's Thought I had to free, kick her out, my mama comin' home at three Ho thicker-thicker-thicker than a fuckin' Snicker Drug dealer, professional pot-whipper In the winter, buy your ho a chinchilla (Grrr) I just bought my bitch them Kylie Jenner lip fillers Man, oh my God She Instagram famous but she can't keep a job (Ooh) Man, oh my God Swipe her 30-inch weave on her sugar daddy card (Ooh) Man, oh my God Her doctor got her bustin' out her motherfuckin' bra (Mmm) Man, oh my God She Uber to a nigga with no car You might also like Talkin' 'bout the relish, I do not embellish Jacket got wings, True's got propellers Gave all my old Margielas to my boy Marcellus Pulled up with no laces, had the whole block jealous Oh, Jesus Christ, I don't need advice Wild nigga life, tell 'em read my rights Man it hot tonight, lucky I wore my ice 15 in the game, baby girl, I got stripes (Huuh) Ka-Ka-Kanye dressed me up like a doll Then I hit 6ix9ine, tell him give me the ball Bitch, this the dream team, magic as I recall Whole squad on point, bunch of Chris Pauls (Chris Pauls) I was out in Spain rockin' a Medusa head I ain't never have to give a rap producer head If I do, though, I'ma write a book like Supahead This ain't wonder that I'm makin', this that super bread Splish, splash, fuck him in a hurry, quick, fast Still a pink wig, thick ass, whiplash Got him cummin', cummin', Roger, over, dispatch Said my box is the best, he met his match I got all these bitches wantin' to be Barbie dolls Barbie Dreamhouse, pink and purple marble walls Pull-Pull up in that Barbie 'Rari, finna bury y'all She threw dirt on my name, ended up at her own burial Kanye dressed me up like a doll Then I hit 6ix9ine, tell him give me the ball Bitch, this the dream team, magic as I recall Whole squad on point, bunch of Chris Pauls Ka-Ka-Kanye dressed me up like a doll Then I hit 6ix9ine, tell him give me the ball Bitch, this the dream team, Fif' is on call Whole squad on point, bunch of Chris Pauls (Chris Pauls) Tiki Taki, Spanish mami, she a hot tamale (Hot) Make her spend that money, dummy, go retarded for me (Pop it) Pop it, pop it, she get started, she won't ever stop it Little thottie, thottarati choosin' everybody
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BEBE
BEBE by 6ix9ine (Ft. Anuel AA)
85 ContributorsBEBE Lyrics Haciendo el amor, a la misma vez tú te toca' (Te toca') Bebé, no te pasa nada, vuélvete loca (Lo-loca-loca) Y tu novio te trata mal, él no te controla (No, no, no, no) He said... Mi diablita (-blita) Ella se pone pornográfica en la intimidad (Baby) Y su marido no la valora y la deja sola (La deja sola) Y yo siempre la estoy esperando con mi pistola (-tola) Y conmigo ella siempre se moja Bebecita (Uah) Tu hombre te ama pero tú le ere' infiel (Bebé) Porque tú ere' una diabla dentro de una mujer (Oh-oh, oh-oh) Y cuando se esconde el sol tú quiere' beber, hija 'e Lucifer Bebecita (Mi baby; uah, uah) Tu hombre te ama pero tú le ere' infiel (¿Por qué-é-é?) Porque tú ere' una diabla dentro de una mujer (Muje-e-r) Y cuando se esconde el sol, tú quieres beber, hija 'e Lucifer Baby, con ra-ta-ta-ta-ta Baby, yo soy tu criminal Baby go ra-ta-ta-ta-ta Baby, tu novio lo va a olvidar Baby, con ra-ta-ta-ta-ta Baby, conmigo te va' a mudar Baby, con ra-bang-bang-bang-bang Baby, do' un tiro', lo voa' matar (Pa' afuera) ¿Pa' qué?, ¿pa' qué?, ¿pa' qué? ¿Pa' qué vas a serle fiel? ¿Pa' qué?, ¿pa' qué?, ¿pa' qué? Baby, olvídate de él Tú ere' mi diablita y yo soy tu demonio Un amor de manicomio Y si te veo con él, yo te odio Siempre me tiene' en insomnio You might also like Medusa, Versace (Versace) Siempre hacemo' la "sei'-nueve" como Tekashi (Yeh-eh) Y yo te rompo to' en secreto, Illuminati (-nati) Y ella se baja conmigo en la disco en el Ferrari (-rrari) Fumando mari (Uah) Y tú te hiciste tu cuerpo, bebé, en R.D Y chingamos y siempre nos venimos a la vez Te hice el amor y en tu piel me enredé Y mi bicho en tu totito te tatué Oh-oh-oh (Uah) Bebé, tú eres mía, ese hombre olvídalo-o-o Y rebota esas nalgas bailándome reggaetó-ó-ón Bebecita (Uah) Tu hombre te ama pero tú le ere' infiel (Yeh-eh) Porque tú eres una diabla dentro de una mujer (Oh-oh, oh-oh) Y cuando se esconde el sol tú quiere' beber; hija 'e Lucifer (Oh-oh, oh-oh; uah) Bebecita (Mi baby) Tu hombre te ama pero tú le ere' infiel (¿Por qué?) Porque tú eres una diabla dentro de una mujer (-er) Y cuando se esconde el sol tú quiere' beber; hija 'e Lucifer (Beber; -er) Mi diablita (Mi nena) Ella se pone pornográfica, no es tímida (Mírame, mami) Y su hombre no la valora, la deja sola (La deja sola, sola) Y siempre la estoy esperando con mi pistola (Ra-pa-pa-pa) Siempre se enamora, mi diablita
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KIKA
KIKA by 6ix9ine (Ft. Tory Lanez)
87 ContributorsKIKA Lyrics Bitch, we in the city on that hot shit Lookin' for a bitty on that thot shit Y’all ain't gettin' money, nigga, stop this I been ’round the globe talkin' hot shit I do my own stunts, Jackie Chan with it I do my own stunts, Jackie Chan with it I do my own stunts, Jackie Chan with it I do my own stunts, Jackie Chan with it Bitch, we in the city on that hot shit Lookin' for a bitty on that thot shit Y'all ain't gettin' money, nigga, stop this I been 'round the globe talkin' hot shit I do my own stunts, Jackie Chan with it I do my own stunts, Jackie Chan with it I do my own stunts, Jackie Chan with it I do my own stunts, Jackie Chan with it I do my own shit, I don’t need 50 niggas to roll with Folk shit, I’m on my doley, I'm on my boss shit I do my own shit, fuck all them niggas I used to roll with I know you used to see me with niggas, but that’s that old shit Real nigga, quick to pull a fucking trigger Fed nigga's definition of a real nigga Fuck nigga, quick to fuckin' hate, nigga Bitch nigga, definition of a bitch nigga Now wildin', ready for all the violence I don’t need a nigga jacking that he riding I got this four fifth, this shit all up on my hip I blow that shit, now you where Bobby Shmurda's hat went! You might also like Bitch, we in the city on that hot shit Lookin' for a bitty on that thot shit Y'all ain't gettin' money, nigga, stop this I been 'round the globe talkin' hot shit I do my own stunts, Jackie Chan with it I do my own stunts, Jackie Chan with it I do my own stunts, Jackie Chan with it I do my own stunts, Jackie Chan with it Kick her out, I'm gettin' money now, actin' funny now Thought she love me, but she only tryna fuck me for the clout Saw the Patek all bust down, charter run down Bitch hit me on a touchdown, but I curved it They be beggin' me to keep the bitch, but I don't need the bitch Ray Charles, John Cena shit, I can't see the bitch In the DM sendin' naked pics, Uber that bitch But I send her in the pool even though I'm rich as shit It's fuckin' Tr— Oh wait, I forgot you can't say that shit You can go start with everything else that start with a T, though It's fuckin' Trojan It's fuckin' Target It's fuckin'— Hahahaha
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WAKA
WAKA by 6ix9ine (Ft. A Boogie wit da Hoodie)
Catch an asthma attack, the way we pull up on ya Put the pump to his chest, make a nigga cough up You a bum and you stressed, and that's why you lost her Met a nigga from the X, niggas need to boss up She gon' eat, you want beef, but this ain't no burger All my songs on repeat, that's what's up, your word up I was young with the heat, walkin' 'round with burners Wishin' I could wish for anything like Timmy Turner Na-na-oh, nah-oh Na-na-oh, nah-oh Na-na-oh, nah-oh Why this bitch tryna play me? Are you crazy? Pocket rocket in my cargos, like the Navy Put this Tommy to his brain, please, like he Brady Heartbreakin' on the daily, can you save me? Why is bitches tryna play me? Are you crazy? I can't let her have my baby, you not my baby I can't let her have my baby, I'm actin' shady Heartbreaking on the daily, can you save me? Y'all gotta move, give me some room, I'm 'bout to shoot Boom! Everybody runnin' out the room Boom! Everybody beggin' "Don't shoot" Boom! Nigga, who the fuck asked you? You a bum, are you dumb? Try me, I got this gun Run, nigga, if I'm here, don't come Bitch, you was expectin' for me to hit That's a dub, I know you put a hole in that shit You might also like Sawed off in the damn drawer Got the .30 in my drawers, gotta hold my pants up Only time she ever call is for the banana I don't even check my call log, I don't answer Why this bitch tryna play me? Are you crazy? Pocket rocket in my cargos, like the Navy Put this Tommy to his brain, please, like he Brady Heartbreakin' on the daily, can you save me? Why this bitch tryna play me? Is she crazy? That bitch know I'm number one, like Tracy McGrady Know I got this .380, it's on safety I know all these niggas hate me, won't let it faze me Fuck nigga I'ma swerve in the Maybach, I'ma do some damage Niggas sit the fuck down if you don't understand us I heard niggas talkin' 'bout they gon' run down on us Pull up windows down in the fuckin' Lamb' truck Na-na-na-na-na-na-na Na-na-na-na-na-na-na Na-na-na-na-na-na-na Na-na-na-na-na-na-na, yeah Scott Storch
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TIC TOC
TIC TOC by 6ix9ine (Ft. Lil Baby)
68 ContributorsTIC TOC Lyrics Yung Lan on the track Okay, tick tock, Audemars wrist watch I keep a stick, I keep a big Glock You get hit, I do not miss shots I keep a stick, I tell her, "Kick rocks" Okay, get rocks, wrist go drip, drop I do not kiss, you making shit hot You think I'm dumb, I ain't no kid Thought you was in love You ain't my bitch, nah She on my drip drop She ain't never went both ways, but I made them lip lock Left her at the condo for days, she was at the tip top Might as well throw away the key, I got the streets locked I been drinkin' all this lean, I know I need to stop Hoppin' out of stolen cars, and we shoot chops at opps Two flooded out Rolexes, they don't tick or tock Lemme catch your lil' shorty, she gettin' picked apart Everything up to par I got them big rocks in my ear, nuggets I got my whole team flooded Saks Off Fifth, I'm with your bitch She buying everything I wanted She fly me out to Waikiki LV all on her bikini Take her money, go Houdini I call her when I want eat-eat On my feet, you see them CC's Neck and ears, you see them VV's On my jeans, you see them GG's Treat that bitch like she a fefe Big body Benz, that's beep-beep Hit it in the back of the Jeep-Jeep That bitch know she a freak-freak And the pussy staying on leak-leak You might also like Okay, tick tock, Audemars wrist watch I keep a stick, I keep a big Glock You get hit, I do not miss shots I keep a stick, I tell her, "Kick rocks" Okay, get rocks, wrist go drip, drop I do not kiss, you making shit hot You think I'm dumb, I ain't no kid Thought you was in love You ain't my bitch, nah
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KANGA
KANGA by 6ix9ine (Ft. Kanye West)
M-M-M-Murda She want me, I ain't want her, ooh She want me to be her boo You so silly, don't get it confused Now turn around, drop it low, pick it up, ooh Big bank, we gettin' paid over here Broke niggas, go stand over there Fake ass hoes, go meet 'em over there Little booties, they matter over here Now stop Wait a minute, now I'm back at it Back at it like a mothafuckin' crack addict Sex addict, I'm a mothafuckin' sex addict Hit shorty from the back, got her back crackin' Back crackin', b-back crackin' I love ho bitches, that's my fuckin' problem Yeah, I like to fuck hoes, I got a fuckin' problem Bang, bang, bang and a chicken wing, bitch Yeah, I know you love how I put it down, bitch Drop down and pick your weave up, girl Drop down and get your Eagle on, girl Head downtown and pick the eaters up, girl You know them chicken-heads eat it up, girl You might also like She want me, I ain't want her, ooh She want me to be her boo You so silly, don't get it confused Now turn around, drop it low, pick it up, ooh Big bank, we gettin' paid over here Broke niggas, go stand over there Fake ass hoes, go meet 'em over there Little booties, they matter over here That pussy get wetter than yours That head is better than yours I flew her out so I could fuck on tour Flew her back 'cause my girlfriend saw her They tried to say I wasn't black no more About as black as Macklemore They don't like me 'cause I'm Mexican Sent me back, now I'm back again Uh, just bought a piece of Fashion Nova Your girlfriend look like a ogre Nigga, fat bitches need love too My fault, Ye, I wasn't sober Who the fuck gon' listen to Ebro? (Ebro) All these niggas so emo Fuck that nigga, I'm the mothafuckin' shit Another old nigga on a young nigga dick N-N-Niggas tried to say that I was canceled (Canceled) When I asked them questions, couldn't answer How Ye? How Ye? How, Sway? Nigga it's fucking- Yo, chill, chill, chill, chill, chill, woah, woah, woah You cannot say that, bro, c'mon She want me, I ain't want her, ooh She want me to be her boo You so silly, don't get it confused Now turn around, drop it low, pick it up, ooh Big bank, we gettin' paid over here Broke niggas, go stand over there Fake ass hoes, go meet 'em over there Little booties, they matter over here Now stop
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RONDO
RONDO by 6ix9ine (Ft. Tory Lanez & Young Thug)
I'ma do my dance in this bih (I'ma do my dance) She front on me, I throw bands at the bih All up in my pants and I'm rich (Yeah) All up on the couch dancing on shit, yeah Pay me in advance, off rip (Off rip) Tell lil' mama do the dance on the dick (On the dick) Shooter with me got his hands on the strr (Hands) Brrt brrt, we ain't throwin' hands in this bitch, no (Throwin' hands) We ain't throwin' hands in this bih (Throw a couple hands) Throw a couple bands in the bih (I'ma throw a couple bands) Tell the bitches do the dance on the dick Handstand off the bando and she lit, lit I ain't playin' with no wannabe tough nigga I ain't playin' with no wannabe thug nigga In the hood, you a rat, you a dub, nigga, fuck nigga I stay with the blicky, glttt-pow, are you dumb nigga? If a nigga feel froggy, let him through, let him through Standin' right in your face, nigga, do what you do Big homie look at me, like shoot, I'm like, "Who?" I got the big MAC, kick-back, blow your whole shit back Bitch, move When I walk up in the room, bitch, move Who was talkin' shit, I'm killing shit, like boom Bet he want static 'til they see me, like move But there he go right there, boom-boom-boom! You might also like We ain't throwin' hands in this bih (Throw a couple hands) Throw a couple bands in the bih (I'ma throw a couple bands) Tell the bitches do the dance on the dick Handstand off the bando and she lit, lit We ain't throwin' hands in this bih (Throw a couple hands) Throw a couple bands in the bih (I'ma throw a couple bands) Tell the bitches do the dance on the dick Handstand off the bando and she lit, lit Woo! I got my money and my⁠—mm Bitch, I said I got my money and my Ritalin (Yeah) I got Rolls-Royces, I got coupes, I paid tuitions (Skrr) My diamonds 12 different colors like a sissy (Eugh) Yeah, Patek Philippes, I forgot to mention (Patek Philippes) I got suspended, I didn't have to do the dishes (Yeah, yeah) I did it up and I didn't never ever listen (And what?) 20 cars deep, we ain't worried about winnin' (Nah) 6ix9ine (Yeah), bang red like Heinz I'm a snake, nigga, 6 shots in ya spine (Woo, woo, woo) Money call me, I'ma pick up every time (Brrt, brrt) And I got the bands in this bitch, yeah We ain't throwin' hands in this bih (Throw a couple hands) Throw a couple bands in the bih (I'ma throw a couple bands) Tell the bitches do the dance on the dick Handstand off the bando and she lit, lit We ain't throwin' hands in this bih (Throw a couple hands) Throw a couple bands in the bih (I'ma throw a couple bands) Tell the bitches do the dance on the dick Handstand off the bando and she lit, lit Scum Gang!
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MALA
MALA by 6ix9ine (Ft. Anuel AA)
45 ContributorsTranslationsEnglishMALA Lyrics Brr (Haha! Anuel) Anuel Real Hasta La Muerte, baby Uah ¿Qué tengo que hacer Pa' que tú sea' mi mujer? Baby, dime qué tengo que hacer He said, "Mi nena" Tú ere' una diabla Y tú ere' mala Baby, no te vaya' Mátame-eh Tú ere' una diabla Y tú ere' mala Baby, no te vaya' Devórame-eh Oh-oh-oh-oh Sé que me extraña' Oh-oh-oh-oh Tú en mi cama Baby, tú ere' mala Tú en mi cama Baby, no te vaya' Devórame-eh, uah You might also like ¿Qué tengo que hacer Pa' que tú sea' mi mujer? Baby, ¿dime qué tengo que hacer Pa' que tú sea' mi mujer? Uah (Uah) ¿Qué tengo que hacer (Bebé) Pa' que tú sea' mi mujer? (Bebé) Baby, ¿dime qué tengo que hacer (Que hacer) Pa' que tú sea' mi mujer? (Mujer) Yo voy con lo' diablo' pa' allá Ven con tus amigas pa' acá Rebota esas nalga' pa' acá Y nos vamo' y nos comemo' allá (Allá) Yo voy con los diablo pa' allá, pa' allá (Bebé) Baby, ven con tus amigas pa' acá, pa' acá (Bebé) Rebota esas nalga' pa' atrá', pa' atrá' (Pa' allá) Y nos vamo' y nos comemo' allá (Allá) Baby, tú ere' mala Tú en mi cama Baby, no te vaya' Devórame-eh, uah Tú ere' una diabla Y tú ere' mala Baby, no te vaya' Mátame-eh Oh-oh-oh-oh (Baby) Bebiendo baila Oh-oh-oh-oh Diabla en mi cama Dos mil, Louboutin los tacone' (Tacone') Ella se emborracha y en cuatro se pone (Se pone) Y siempre me pide que no la traicione (Jaja) Y siempre lo hacemo', pero sin condone', eh-eh (Uah) Y se me trepa encima (Encima) Y 'tá to' moja'o el clima (El clima) Y con la perla yo voy pa' encima (Uah) Y me dice: "Qué rico tú me lastimas", uah Sudando y bailándome (Eh-eh) Caliente y tocándome (Eh-eh) Y ella no para de beber (Beber) Y adentro 'e ti yo vo' a enloquecer Tú ere' una diabla Y tú ere' mala Baby, no te vaya' Mátame-eh Baby, tú ere' mala Tú en mi cama Baby, no te vaya' Devórame-eh (Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh) Real Hasta La Muerte, baby Real Hasta La Muerte, baby Uah Mira, dime 6ix9ine, lo' Intocable', lo' Illuminati Brr, Anuel Uah, uah Bebecita Bebe-Bebecita
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PUNANI
PUNANI by 6ix9ine
63 ContributorsTranslationsEspañolРусскийPortuguêsDeutschPUNANI Lyrics Nasty, nasty, nasty Nasty, nasty, nasty, yeah Shake it, fat punani-nani, fat punani-nani That tsunami-nami, that tsunami-nami Fat punani-nani, fat punani-nani That tsunami-nami, that tsunami-nami (Jah, ayy, you know that boy) Fat punani-nani, fat punani-nani That tsunami-nami, that tsunami-nami Fat punani-nani, fat punani-nani That tsunami-nami, that tsunami-nami Jiggy lil' bitch, jiggle on the dick Watery, she puckerin' and shit Guzzle, guzzle it Eat it, she a doggie ass bitch Muzzle up her shit She just want the ecstasy and shit Trippy, trippy in this bitch Yeah, that bitch'll pop it if I tip her Bend her up, dick her Pockets on Monopoly, big-big spender Big-big tipper, big-big trigger Big-big pockets on my big-big dick-a, uh You might also like Fat punani-nani, fat punani-nani That tsunami-nami, that tsunami-nami Fat punani-nani, fat punani-nani That tsunami-nami, that tsunami-nami Make it nasty, nasty, nasty (Oh) Make it nasty, nasty, nasty (Oh) Make it nasty, nasty, nasty (Oh) Make it nasty, nasty, nasty (Oh) I know a hundred lil' niggas, hundred lil' niggas That'll really hunt a lil' nigga, hurt a lil' nigga You's a lil' bummy lil' nigga, dirty lil' nigga You's a lil' bummy lil' nigga, ugly ass nigga (Oh) Niggas act dumb when I act dumb-dumb Tell 'em don't act dumb 'cause I'm dumber (Oh) How many shots could a nigga duck-duck? Tell 'em duck down 'fore he get boomed Fat punani-nani, fat punani-nani That tsunami-nami, that tsunami-nami Fat punani-nani, fat punani-nani That tsunami-nami, that tsunami-nami (Oh) (Oh) (Oh) (Oh)
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FEEFA
FEEFA by 6ix9ine (Ft. Gunna)
71 ContributorsFEEFA Lyrics Trapped on one stop, served my own block, bought my own watch (Own watch) Loaded Glock, lettin' that thing pop (Pop), they can't freeze us (Freeze us) Skybox, we been at the top, they can't see us (See us) Big knots, fuck the dirty cops (Hey Michael) They can't seize nothin' Big shot, fuck that little thot, I don't need y'all I stay high, fucked her and forgot, like amnesia Real fly, yellow Prada socks, bumblebee, uh I'm that guy, Dior suit and tie, fresh and clean, uh The streets so cold, gotta ride wit' a pole Gotta stay ready for the smoke, 'cause niggas tryna take my soul I can't go Thought niggas was my bros, but they changed though Niggas don't know shit 'bout that How the fuck a nigga switch like that? Gotta ride with a stick 'bout that Pull a grip from the hip like that Keep it around me, I can't never lack Niggas around me, they stay with the strap Move from around me, or you could get whacked I see an opp and I'm leavin' him flat, oh-oh Percocet, bitches on me, I'm a walkin' brand Stackin' these bands, show like 80 a grand, hoes in the Sprinter van Pullin' up sprayin', bullet holes in the trash cans, I'ma erase your man Gunna again, I'll never follow your trend, nigga, you do what you can You might also like Trapped on one stop, served my own block, bought my own watch (Own watch) Loaded Glock, lettin' that thing pop (Pop), they can't freeze us (Freeze us) Skybox, we been at the top, they can't see us (See us) Big knots, fuck the dirty cops, they can't seize nothin' Big shot, fuck that little thot, I don't need y'all I stay high, fucked her and forgot, like amnesia Real fly, yellow Prada socks, bumblebee, uh I'm that guy, Dior suit and tie, fresh and clean, uh I can't sleep, just took 'em off the team Had to break it down to three Get on one knee I prayed to the Lord that He'd watch my family Thinking this bitch gon' wait on me Thinking my fans remember me Thinking my friends remember me Nigga, don't switch up on me Can't tell me shit, 'specially not no bitch Ten for ten with this shit I'ma still drop these hits, I'ma still pop my shit Got a Draco with the kick Glock .30, hollow tips Ride around with that shit all on my hip See an opp, let it hit Lately, I been on some "suck my dick" shit Bitch, I'm stressin', oh, bitch, I'm stressin' Mama sayin', "Don't cry, count your blessings" I can't sleep, I can't sleep (Hey, Michael) I can't, uh
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Blood Walk
Blood Walk by 6ix9ine
64 ContributorsBlood Walk Lyrics Akademiks Music Suwoo! Gltt, brra, brra, brra, brr, brr Let's bang, nigga Blood Walk They don't really understand how my fuckin' Blood talk Red flag, red Chucks, when the motherfuckin' Blood walk When you hear "Suwoo", that's the motherfuckin' Blood call (suwoo, yeah) 100K, you can come and book a nigga for a Blood walk Akademiks Music Damo Prende, motherfuckers This is that Black Wall Street That bad-ass motivation That Nine Trey gangster shit, baby This is TR3YWAY I keep a red flag hangin' out my backside Only on the right side, yeah, that's the Blood side And I'm bangin' East-Side Shoutout to the West-Side, but I'm bangin' Red-Stuy Nigga, I ran into the Blood (To the Blood) I done ran into the cuz (To the cuz) Get it, cuz show me love (Show me love) So we both throw it up (Ooh) Suwoo, you gon' hear that (You gon' hear that) When a nigga "woo", nigga, "woo" back (Nigga, "woo" back) La-di-da-di, love to party (They love to party) Ayo, Shotti, start the party (Boom, boom, boom) You might also like Blood Walk They don't really understand how my fuckin' Blood talk Red flag, red Chucks, when the motherfuckin' Blood walk When you hear "Suwoo", that's the motherfuckin' Blood call (suwoo, yeah) 100K, you can come and book a nigga for a Blood walk
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ZAZA
ZAZA by 6ix9ine
Boom, boom, uh (Ayo, Ray, where the keys at?) Hear that hot shit, we really pop shit When we shot shit, you copped it, we really drop shit Who got the keys to the locksmith? I'm finna flock shit Y'all be all up on my dick like this gon' make y'all profit, look Hit his matha-tha, that shit go bananas, na-na, na-na-na I don't beef with Gerbers, he a baby, goo-goo, ga-ga-ga Grra-ta-ta, .40 hit him, make him do the cha-cha-cha Nah, nah, nah, I don't want the block, I want the ZaZa Are you dumb? You ain't spin a block, you a damn lie Suck a dick, you ain't kill shit, you let your mans die Tell me you not feelin' shit 'cause we was killin' shit 'Member days when we was hittin' shit, don't want to reminisce Look, lil' shawty got the body-ody, ody-ody Slimy mouth, she gave mе sloppy-toppy in the Maserati Are you dumb? Whеre couldn't I come? Are you dumb? When you see me, you better run You got your gun? They caught that nigga lackin' like a bitch They killed your cousin and your man, and you still ain't do shit And we still screamin' out "Gang, gang, gang," look Free the guys in the chain-gang-gang Finna go insane, let it bang, bang, bang I'ma up this chopper, get out my way You might also like Get out my way I'm comin' through, boom Go get your fans up, he in the dirt, go pick your mans up Dummy, like fuck a booth, go get a strap, look It's funny, your man is never comin' back Boy, you dumb enough, dumb or what? Ain't no fightin', boy, that gun is up, go try runnin' up She keep sendin' me emoji hearts, she tryna fuck or what? Girl, I'm good, already fucked enough, but you could suck me up And we still screamin' out "Gang, gang, gang," look Free the guys in the chain-gang-gang Finna go insane, let it bang, bang, bang I'ma up this chopper, get out my way
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YAYA
YAYA by 6ix9ine
69 ContributorsTranslationsTürkçeРусскийPortuguêsEnglishYAYA Lyrics Ransom got that sauce in it Se pinta los labio', hoy no tiene horario Quiere que la busque en la Lambo Esta noche coronamo' Dale, para terminar lo que empezamo' Oh-oh, baila morena, baila morena Oh-oh, baila morena, baila morena (Baila, baila) Oh-oh, baila morena, baila morena Oh-oh, oh-oh Una nena así me hacía falta Que metiera mi mano por su falda Se ve que no e' santa Es como yo, que le gusta la maldad Dale, baby, no sea' mala No pare' de moverte que eso me encanta Bebecita, dame una, una probaíta' Tú ere' una mamacita Cuando chingamo', baby, tú nunca te quita' Mueve to' ese booty, tan chulita como Anitta Tú 'tá dura, manina, nini, yaya Dame tequila, no quiero vaina' Baila, le subo la mini, yaya Tráeme bebida, no quiero agua Quiero manina, nini, yaya (Yaya, yaya) Dame tequila, no quiero vaina' (Yaya, yaya) Baila, le subo la mini, yaya Tráeme bebida, no quiero agua You might also like Ponte friki, frikitona Tú ere' una chapi-chapiadora Ella e' bellaquísima, pero no se enamora Mami, y chingando hay que darte un diploma Ninguna se te iguala Ella me dice: "Vente, papi", me la saca (Saca) Y me baila flow Shakira, waka-waka (Waka) Ella tiene culo bello pero e' flaca La baby e' flaca Quiero manina, nini, yaya Dame tequila, no quiero vaina' Baila, le subo la mini, yaya Tráeme bebida, no quiero agua La baby 'tá borracha Rakatá, rakatá, rakatá, rakatá Rakatá, rakatá, rakatá, rakatá Mami, ta-ta-ta-ta-ta-ta-ta-ta Ta-ta-ta-ta-ta-ta-ta-ta Ta-ta-ta-ta-ta-ta-ta-ta Ta-ta-ta-ta-ta-ta-ta-ta Ta-ta-ta-ta-ta-ta-ta-ta Quiero mainini, nini, yaya Dame tequila, no quiero vaina' Baila, le subo la mini, yaya Tráeme bebida, no quiero agua Luian Mambo Kingz Jowny BF (Fya, fya, fya, fya)
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GINÉ
GINÉ by 6ix9ine
59 ContributorsTranslationsРусскийPortuguêsGINÉ Lyrics They be sayin' this and that, all that shit is cap Pull up on 'em real life, like where the energy at? I shot you, I robbed you and y'all didn't do nothin' back Remember that? Niggas lack Y'all ain't do nothin' back, but make tracks Suck dick, nigga, eat my sack I shot at all y'all rappers, real life, no cap The feds charged me for that, whole fuckin' case So eat a dick, lil' nigga, don't watch my face Ain't no bitty bad, run up on a nigga, give me that Where your jewelry at? Stupid lil' nigga, give me that Where your blicky at? Pull up on him, make it brrah Bitch, you know that when I see you we gon' make it brrah I got this flicky, flicky, flicky shot, make him Milly Rock Silly Blicky, called it glizzy shop, made 'em Diddy Bop Still be posted by the chicken spot, 'cause my city hot Silencer, that shit go, "Shh," but this .40 blick a shot I got this Mickey, Mickey, moppy-moppy-mop-mop Look, you could catch a shot-sh-shot-sh-shot-shot Watch him twirl, then he drop-d-drop-d-drop-drop I got the game on lock-l-lock-l-lock-lock Ring around the rosie, still keep it on me Fuck a lil' semi, nigga, I'm comin' with this choppa Bullet that just hit him, he won't make it to the doctor Stand over his body, kick his head like it's soccer Your man got shot and you made a diss track Go get a gun and get some get-back Your man got shot, he not comin' back Go get a gun and get some get-back You a bitch, I knew you wouldn't ride for your homie I knew you wouldn't ride by your doley They be on my dick, but if you know me, then you know me Couple chains, good drip and the Rollie too swollie, look Big watch, big Cuban, talk weird Send addy, my guys come in No smiles, no games, fun where? Die today, can't get away, fun where? You might also like I got this Mickey, Mickey, moppy-moppy-mop-mop Look, you could catch a shot-sh-shot-sh-shot-shot Watch him twirl, then he drop-d-drop-d-drop-drop I got the game on lock-l-lock-l-lock-lock I got this Mickey, Mickey, moppy-moppy-mop-mop Look, you could catch a shot-sh-shot-sh-shot-shot Watch him twirl, then he drop-d-drop-d-drop-drop I got the game on lock-l-lock-l-lock-lock
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69
69 by 6ix9ine
38 Contributors69 Lyrics Superstaar Beats She suck my dick until she choke, she drink until her liver pop I swear I only love her when that ki' up in her fuckin' twat Bust it open, bring it back, bust it open, bring it back Bust it open, bring it back, bust it open, bring it back I eat her with my golds in, I fuck her 'til she swollen (Yeah) I eat her with my golds in, I fuck her 'til she swollen (Yeah) Bust it open, bring it back, bust it open, bring my racks Bust it open, bring it back, bust it open, bring my racks She keep calling me, texting me, blowing up my fuckin' phone And I ain't even fuck that bitch, all I did was catch the dome Steady knocking on my door, I ain't even fucking home Bitches swinging on my dick, won't leave me the fuck alone Bitch, leave me the fuck alone, bitch, leave me the fuck alone I'm just riding with my dogs, we just tryna catch a bone Just a squirrel, in this world, tryna bust a fuckin' nut F-C-U and fuck a smut, why y'all fuckboys come for smut? Nigga where they do that at When the MAC clap, it's a dooby wrap It’s a jack move, black, so your better run that 'Fore my Jack boys make that Ruger clap Don't make me take my razor and open ya face up Don't make me take my razor and open ya face up Fronts in, these ain't grills, homie Scum Life, this ain't trill, homie Give a fuck about how you feel, homie Got a .38 and some pills on me Got a lesbian bitch, sucking my dick She know I ain't shit, but she still on me Still on me, still on me She know I ain't shit, but she still on me You might also like She suck my dick until she choke, she drink until her liver pop I swear I only love her when that ki' up in her fuckin' twat Bust it open, bring it back, bust it open, bring it back Bust it open, bring it back, bust it open, bring it back I eat her with my golds in, I fuck her 'til she swollen (Yeah) I eat her with my golds in, I fuck her 'til she swollen (Yeah) Bust it open, bring it back, bust it open, bring my racks Bust it open, bring it back, bust it open, bring my racks Bitch gave me the twinkle eye, cause she don't wanna wait in line I told her: "Patience is a virtue, baby, you should take your time" Quit wasting mine, Wallah Dan from that ScumGang69 ScumLife 'til the day I die, ScumLife 'til the day I die My momma told me change my life, but did I listen? Hell no! My preacher told me change my life, but did I listen? Hell no! My teacher told me change my life, but did I listen? Hell no! I rep that ScumLife69 until I burn in Hell, yo She suck my dick until she choke, she drink until her liver pop I swear I only love her when that ki' up in her fuckin' twat Bust it open, bring it back, bust it open, bring it back Bust it open, bring it back, bust it open, bring it back I eat her with my golds in, I fuck her 'til she swollen (Yeah) I eat her with my golds in, I fuck her 'til she swollen (Yeah) Bust it open, bring it back, bust it open, bring my racks Bust it open, bring it back, bust it open, bring my racksEmbed
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TUTU
TUTU by 6ix9ine
56 ContributorsTranslationsEspañolРусскийPortuguêsTUTU Lyrics I get money when I want to I get bitches when I want to Tote this pistol when I want to Money dance step, hit the one-two You can't bop like this (Uh, uh) Everybody want my swag, everybody want my drip (Uh, uh) Had to tell 'em, "Back-back," tell 'em get off my dick (Uh, uh) Watch me do the money-dance, watch me hit my skip (Uh, uh) Bet you can't do it like this, no, you can't do it like this I get money when I want to I get bitches when I want to Tote this pistol when I want to Money dance step, hit the one-two Oh you paid? Well, bitch, I'm paid too Don't talk to me, I talk to you If it's fuck me, then it's fuck you Yeah, it's middle finger, fuck you Everybody know I got bands on the way Yes, I make, yes, I make bands every day Everybody been knew that I'm gettin' paid That I'm gettin', that I'm gettin', that I'm gettin' paid You might also like 'Cause you can't bop like this (Uh, uh) Everybody want my swag, everybody want my drip (Uh, uh) Had to tell 'em, "Back-back," tell 'em get off my dick (Uh, uh) Watch me do the money-dance, watch me hit my skip (Uh, uh) Bet you can't do it like this, no, you can't do it like this I get money when I want to I get bitches when I want to (Uhh-uh) Tote this pistol when I want to (Uhh-uh) Money dance step, hit the one-two (Uhh-uh) Oh you paid? Well, bitch, I'm paid too (Uhh-uh) Don't talk to me, I talk to you (Uhh-uh) If it's fuck me, then it's fuck you (Uhh-uh) Yeah, it's middle finger, fuck you (Uhh-uh, uh) Money coming in, money going out Rappers coming in, rappers going out Funny how they tryna take my style Funny how they tryna break me down Y'all niggas better watch y'all mouth Y'all starting to sound like clowns All these rappers wanna talk that clout I don't know what that's about They wanna rap like this, they wanna talk like this They wanna walk like this, they wanna look like this They wanna be like this, they wanna bop like this They wanna chart like this, niggas, suck my dick You can't do this 'cause you ain't me It drives you niggas crazy It keeps you up at night (Night, night) 'Cause you can't bop like this (Uh, uh) Everybody want my swag, everybody want my drip (Uh, uh) Had to tell 'em, "Back-back," tell 'em get off my dick (Uh, uh) Watch me do the money-dance, watch me hit my skip (Uh, uh) Bet you can't do it like this, no, you can't do it like this I get money when I want to I get bitches when I want to Tote this pistol when I want to Money dance step, hit the one-two Oh you paid? Well, bitch, I'm paid too (Hoo) Don't talk to me, I talk to you (Oh-woah) If it's fuck me, then it's fuck you (Oh-woah) Yeah, it's middle finger, fuck you (Yeah)
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93
93 by 6ix9ine
72 Contributors93 Lyrics Scum Gang! Bang! Run up, kick the door Bang! Fuckin' up that pole Bang! Nigga want that smoke Bang! Niggas do that talk Bang! Fuck all that talking, let's go Bang! Niggas don't want war Bang! Fuck all that talking, let's go Bang! Niggas don't want war TEKA$HI69 don't fold, boy TEKA$HI69 on "go", boy TEKA$HI69 tote poles, boy Tekashi gon' let that go, boy With that black .44, boy Shoot you through your cross, boy Leave you in a hole, boy You gon' get exposed, boy Pull up with the Glocks out, red dots out Pull the mops out and the chops out, niggas air it out Go all out, when we back out, that's a blackout Shooters all go, they don't clock out That's–That's a man down, when we rain down We don't play around, you get laid down You gon' stay down, throw shade now Get flamed now, you erased now Leave you face down on the playground Pull up on a nigga, two-deep Niggas talkin' shit so I wanna' go see 'em In a nigga city, ride around with the heat Pop out, Glocks out, niggas ain't tryna speak Fire on me, boy must be brazy nigga, uh Rainbow lasers nigga, uh Cut your face with a razor nigga, uh Ambulance can't save you, nigga You might also like Bang! Run up, kick the door Bang! Fuckin' up that pole Bang! Nigga want that smoke Bang! Niggas do that talk Bang! Fuck all that talking, let's go Bang! Niggas don't want war Bang! Fuck all that talking, let's go Bang! Niggas don't want war Boy, you know you ain't thuggin', nigga You ain't really on nothin', nigga, you don't want no trouble, nigga You a fumble, nigga, you don't want it with my huddle, nigga Under pressure, you'll crumble, nigga Quit frontin', nigga, boy, you need to be humble, nigga Ten toes, I don't stumble, nigga, double-double, nigga Ten shots, ten clips, one clip, I don't got no jumper, nigga Man, I swear this shit no fair You don't wanna end up in them crosshairs Leave a nigga froze up in his Moncler ACOG on his mug, make 'em more clear And I swear that them niggas deserve it, uh Niggas they snakes, they serpents, uh They pussy and that is my verdict, uh Retaliate then we burnin' 'em I bust and I know that I'm hurtin' 'em She suckin' him off the Percy, uh She love me, she say I'm so perfect, uh That's your bitch? She suckin' my posse up We squaded, we lookin' like a mafia I'm booted, I pop me a molly, uh I'm geekin', I'm rowdy, I'm fired up I wish a little nigga would try and run up Bang!
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DUMMY
DUMMY by 6ix9ine (Ft. TrifeDrew)
47 ContributorsDUMMY Lyrics Daytrip took it to ten (Hey) I spent some days in the trap and got my money up (Yeah) Bust it down, the Rollie, now she tryna fuck (Yeah, ah) And now she fiendin' all up on me just like I’m a drug (Yeah) I remember back when y'all wouldn't show me love (Yeah, ah) Jaguar truck on the freeway (Woah) You can catch me ballin’ on the replay (Woah, oh) Saint Laurent jacket, it's 3K (Woah) I been with the same gang since Pre-K' (Woah, oh) Get the money, stack it with my niggas I remember trappin' with my niggas Now we overseas in a villa Goin' back, we won't consider I remember days we was starvin' Still finessin', we was juggin’, we was robbin’ I was comin' off the bench, I wasn’t starting Now I'm out here ballin' like I'm Harden And I make sure my day ones straight, stay with my gang You ain’t fuckin' with me, you can stay out my way Stay in your lane, fuck your campaign, yeah Last year, I was sleepin' in a basement Now the foreign lookin' like a spaceship Bust down the gang with the bag, yeah All the money on me, holographic You might also like I spent some days in the trap and got my money up (Yeah) Bust it down, the Rollie, now she tryna fuck (Yeah, ah) And now she fiendin' all up on me just like I'm a drug (Yeah) I remember back when y'all wouldn't show me love (Yeah, ah) Jaguar truck on the freeway (Woah) You can catch me ballin' on the replay (Woah, oh) Saint Laurent jacket, it's 3K (Woah) I been with the same gang since Pre-K' (Woah, oh) We was down and we was out, and bitches looked at us stupid It was hating ass niggas, so I kept me a Ruger Sending shots to his body, make him sing like Ozuna They was running out they mouth, but they respected the shooter We was down and we was out, and bitches looked at us stupid It was hating ass niggas, so I kept me a Ruger Sending shots to his body, make him sing like Ozuna They was running out they mouth, but they respected the shooter, yeah Blocked blocks, sent shots Threw that shit in reverse, then we bending through your block Blocked blocks, sent shots Threw that shit in reverse, then we bending through your block Watch his body Milly Rock, yeah
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LOCKED UP, PT. 2
LOCKED UP, PT. 2 by 6ix9ine (Ft. Akon)
67 ContributorsTranslationsTürkçeРусскийPortuguêsLOCKED UP, PT. 2 Lyrics All this time that I spent up in here Got me thinkin' 'bout the things that I did Got me thinkin' like, "Why the fuck I did that?" Got me wishin' that I could take it all back Fighting with these demons, barely even eatin' Barely even sleepin', this shit got me tweakin' Fighting with my lawyers for a better offer Just wanna see my daughter, 'cause I'm locked up, they won't let me out They won't let me out I'm locked up, they won't let me out No, they won't let me out I'm locked up, they won't let me out Never thought I'd be caught up in the streets, yeah Locked up, they won't let me out No, they won't let me out Havin' dreams about livin' my life I've been havin' dreams about bein' outside I've been, little baby girl, please, don't cry, no Please don't, no, no No, no, no, no no (No) Mama said, "Hold my hand, no crying, no" Know these niggas wanna take my life, (I know) Little baby boy, please, don't die, (I know) And I'm like, no, no No, no, no, no (No) Tell me why, tell me how I really love these niggas Tell me why, tell me why would I trust these niggas Hearin' voices in my head, sayin', "Fuck these niggas" My niggas, my niggas, these ain't my niggas They gon' say what they gon' say, nigga, yeah, I know They can say what they want, they don't know what I know Ain't nothin' you can tell me 'bout this life I chose I was facin' forty-seven to life You might also like I'm locked up, they won't let me out They won't let me out I'm locked up, they won't let me out No, they won't let me out I'm locked up, they won't let me out Never thought I'd be caught up in the streets, yeah Locked up, they won't let me out No, they won't let me out I'm still tryna find that motive Of why I did what I did I didn't wanna feel that struggle Just wanted to hurry up and get rich And while that money piled up Jealous niggas askin' questions, "Why not us?" Yeah And when you get caught up, nobody wants to seem to be a rider, yeah Everybody wanna talk the street code But only follow when convenient for them They quick to tell you that they ride for you, die for you But quick to bite the hand that feeds them I know I can't keep lovin' you (Loving you) I know I can't keep trustin' you (Trustin' you) I put my life in front of you (I put my whole life) Tell me what I'm supposed to do This shit get complicated, ah (Complicated) My blood, thought you was ride or die (Ride or die) I was just tryna change your life (Tryna change your life) But you had something else in mind (Something else in mind) Yeah Something else in mind, yeah I'm locked up
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YOKAI
YOKAI by 6ix9ine (Ft. ZillaKami)
49 ContributorsYOKAI Lyrics Scum Gang! CamGotHits For my cold killers, for my soul lifters Body bag fillers, for my go-getters Trey-eight gripper, dope brick flipper Bad bitch hitter, foreign drop whipper For my cold killers, for my soul lifters Body bag fillers, for my go-getters Trey-eight gripper, dope brick flipper Bad bitch hitter, foreign drop whipper Maniac—All black! Click clack—Fall back! Take your bitch—Dog that! Flip switch—Roach trap! Dead case—Solve that! Gun clap—Hi-Hat! Click clack—Absolve that! Boy—Brrat!—Boy—Brrat! Pistol to your melon, quit that yellin', I'ma count to 3 Lowin' on the block, with my Scums all surrounding me Still up in the trap, where the hustlers and the addicts be Popping shit'll get you split, turn this to a tragedy Beat you to a pulp, with a sock full of batteries (Mm) Shottie to your dome, make your ass defy gravity (Mm) Fucking bitches, Saké sipping, nigga had to quit the lean Young Scummy money gang, Scum Gang, Medellín You might also like Ruger spit Pop your back, I came up in the game, who's really doing it? Pop your back, I came up in the game, who's really shooting it? Move the split, split the spliff, release the piss Screaming "Honey, get the kids" Screaming "Homie, jump the fence" Purge the yay', ball of eight, have 'em twisting, turning ways Purge the yay', ball of eight, flip it, double up the pay Okay, now, Chad did acid once and now he be hearing voices I had to link with 6ix9ine because the beefing was pointless Was closing curtains in the hearses While your boys was wearing purses Servin' service, swervin' in suburbans Rims scraping the surface Put him in a coffin—Toss him! Smother him—Cover him! Dirt bed—"DEAD" white shirt said Muzzle him—Put 'em in a line, the hammer'll bang! Seal my body, break the chains, it's Scum to the Gang (Squad) For my cold killers, for my soul lifters Body bag fillers, for my go-getters Trey-eight gripper, dope brick flipper Bad bitch hitter, foreign drop whipper For my cold killers, for my soul lifters Body bag fillers, for my go-getters Trey-eight gripper, dope brick flipper Bad bitch hitter, foreign drop whipper
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GUMMO (Remix)
GUMMO (Remix) by 6ix9ine (Ft. Offset)
81 ContributorsGUMMO (Remix) Lyrics Niggas iffy, uh, Blicky got the stiffy, uh Got the blicky, uh, drum, it holds fifty, uh Scum Gang! Pop these niggas like a wheelie, nigga, you a silly nigga In the hood with them billy niggas and them Hoover niggas You run up and they shootin' niggas, we ain't hoopin', nigga Yo KB, you a loser, nigga, up that Uzi, nigga On the stoop, crills in my drawers, your girl on my phone She wanna fuck, but keep her clothes on, I only want the jaw Man that's really all I use her for as I kick her out the door I don't want her, you can keep the whore, she fiendin' for some more In New York my niggas don't Milly Rock, my niggas money bop Blow a case, a nigga throwin' shots, I run 'em off they block Quarter milli in the stash box, I grinded for my spot Niggas talkin' 'bout that cash but my bag worth alot I don't fuck with no old hoes, only new hoes Put my dick in her backbone, I pass her to my bro I don't love her, that's a sad ho, she a bad ho I'ma fuck her, then I dash home, to the cash ho I'm on some rob a nigga shit, take a nigga bitch Do the dash in the whip, count the cash in the whip I pull up with a stick, I let that shit hit Shout out ******* but I fucked that niggas bitch You might also like Offset Diamonds hittin' (Hittin') When the boss talk, bitch, listen, huh (Hey, hey) We get ya biscuit, huh (Biscuits) I sic out my dogs, they vicious, huh (Rrr, rrr) Fuck these bitches, huh Had to run up the bag in the kitchen, huh (Bag, bag) My nigga on stick shift (Stick shift) Get airlift, nigga, on some real shit, huh (Woo!) Blow up the Nawf (Nawf) It's all in them drawers (It's all in them drawers) Let me see my opp (Opps) Ooh, 30 on my Glock (Glocks) Plug 'em like a sock (Sockets) Trap out the pot (Trap out) Carbon grip the cartridge (Car, brr) Trap whip the marks (Hey) My rock cost milli' (Milli') I take care of village (Village) My bitch the realest (Realest) Wraith cost half a milli' (Wraith) Hermes, Balenci' (Hermes) My bitch Blooded like Clifford (Blooded) Lambo' speed shiftin' (Lambo') Get shot in your back like Ricky (Bow) Glock 40'll give you a hickey Smokin' on cook like a hippy (Cookie) She smoke up the dope on a visit (Smoke up) We hold it up first, then we blitzin' (Blitz) RIP to Pistol (Pistol) Get whacked off when I whistle You got caught down bad, you a victim Niggas ain't showin' no sympathy Better think twice before you start dissin' me Niggas iffy, uh, Blicky got the stiffy, uh Got the blicky, uh, drum it holds fifty, uh Move milli', all my niggas on fifty, uh Talk down, pew pew pew, you silly, uh Hit a stain, fifty bands, all hunnids Spinning through ya block like a pop shove-it Shoot at me I'm shooting back, I'm getting buckets I ain't wanna take his life but nigga, fuck it I'm on some rob a nigga shit, take a nigga bitch Do the dash in the whip, count the cash in the whip I pull up with a stick, I let that shit hit Shout out ******* but I fucked that nigga bitch I'm on some rob a nigga shit, take a nigga bitch Do the dash in the whip, count the cash in the whip I pull up with a stick, I let that shit hit Shout out ******* but I fucked that nigga bitch Scum Gang!
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CHOCOLATÉ
CHOCOLATÉ by 6ix9ine
68 ContributorsCHOCOLATÉ Lyrics Pussy niggas don't want no smoke Pussy niggas don't want no smoke Pussy niggas don't want no smoke They don't want no smoke, they don't want none They don't want no smoke, they don't want none They don't want no smoke, they don't want none They don't want none, no Pussy niggas don't want no smoke They don't want no smoke, they don't want none They don't want no smoke, they don't want none They don't want no smoke, they don't want none They don't want none, no Pussy niggas don't want no smoke They don't want no smoke, they don't want none They don't want no smoke, they don't want none They don't want no smoke, they don't want none They don't want none, no Pussy niggas don't want no smoke They don't want no smoke, they don't want none They don't want no smoke, they don't want none They don't want no smoke, they don't want none They don't want none, no You might also like Fire on a nigga if he fuck with my soldier (My soldier) Try and play me like a pussy nigga, but it won't work (It won’t work) If you need a plate, then you could hit me on my turf (On my turf) I need twenty-five, try to stick me and that gun burst (Boom boom boom) I need all of mine, try to try me and it's Columbine Let that ruger fly, automatic poppin' at your guys You gon' lose a guy, 'tato on the barrel, give him fries On that type of time, for my woadie, that's my fuckin' slime On that type of shit, for the bloody, you get crucifixed Better come equipped, we got extendos, we got extra clips We tote all types of shit, .357 blow your ass to bits We ain't callin' quits 'til you end up in a coffin, bitch I lose my shit when I let that .45 go I'll blow that bitch, knock the beef out your taco You know what time it is when we pull up that Tahoe I load that thirty clip and I'm bustin' out hollows That's how it go Pussy niggas don't want no smoke They don't want no smoke, they don't want none They don't want no smoke, they don't want none They don't want no smoke, they don't want none They don't want none, no Pussy niggas don't want no smoke They don't want no smoke, they don't want none They don't want no smoke, they don't want none They don't want no smoke, they don't want none They don't want none, no Pussy niggas don't want no smoke They don't want no smoke, they don't want none They don't want no smoke, they don't want none They don't want no smoke, they don't want none They don't want none, no Pussy niggas don't want no smoke They don't want no smoke, they don't want none They don't want no smoke, they don't want none They don't want no smoke, they don't want none They don't want none, no Pussy niggas don't want no smoke Pussy niggas don't want no smoke Scum Gang!
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ScumLife
ScumLife by 6ix9ine
48 ContributorsScumLife Lyrics Scum Gang! And here we go Represent your gang, nigga, throw it up I don't give a fuck where you at, nigga, throw it up Represent your gang, nigga, throw it up I don't give a fuck where you at, nigga, throw it up R-R-R-Represent your gang, nigga, throw it up I don't give a fuck where you at, nigga, throw it up Represent your gang, nigga, throw it up I don't give a fuck where you at, nigga, throw it up, throw it up Represent your gang, nigga, throw it up I don't give a fuck where you at, nigga, throw it up Represent your squad, nigga, throw it up I don't give a fuck where you at, nigga, throw it up Represent your squad, nigga, throw it up I don't give a fuck where you at, nigga, throw it up Represent your gang, nigga, throw it up I don't give a fuck where you at, nigga, throw it up, throw it up Represent your gang, nigga, ScumLife I don't give a fuck where you at, nigga, ScumLife (ScumLife) Snatch a nigga chain, nigga, ScumLife I don't give a fuck, give it up, nigga, ScumLife (Give it up) Bail 20K, nigga, ScumLife Fuck it, you coming home tonight, nigga—ScumLife Fuck a nigga bitch, nigga, ScumLife I don't give a fuck, I'm a pimp, nigga, ScumLife Yo, I'm not feeling this shit, nigga Tekashi69 from that Scum fuckin' squad Fuck the law, ice all in my veins, 69 on my arm, I'm a God Flag around a lot, bust you in your jaw, fuck 'em all Shoot you through your cross, put that on my mom Freeze my ass off in the bookings, I was waiting on that judge Cell to cell, 'cause them undercovers knocked me for a sale Sellin' dope, I'm from Bushwick, nigga, hustling's all I know Sellin' dope, I'm a Scum Gang nigga, hustling's all I know, all I know You might also like Represent your gang, nigga, throw it up I don't give a fuck where you at, nigga, throw it up Represent your gang, nigga, throw it up I don't give a fuck where you at, nigga, throw it up Represent your gang, nigga, throw it up I don't give a fuck where you at, nigga, throw it up Represent your gang, nigga, throw it up I don't give a fuck where you at, nigga, throw it up, throw it up Represent your gang, nigga, throw it up (Scum Gang) I don't give a fuck where you at, nigga, throw it up Represent your squad, nigga, throw it up (Scum Gang) I don't give a fuck where you at, nigga, throw it up Represent your squad, nigga, throw it up (Scum Gang) I don't give a fuck where you at, nigga, throw it up Represent your gang, nigga, throw it up I don't give a fuck where you at, nigga, throw it up, throw it up We throw it up We throw it up, throw it up We throw it up We throw it up, throw it up I don't give a—
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Zeta Zero 0.5
Zeta Zero 0.5 by 6ix9ine (Ft. Dalyb, Famous Dex & Schlosser)
41 ContributorsZeta Zero 0.5 Lyrics Fuck nigga, better run! Yeah, you know we gon' up that Yeah, you know we gon' bust that fucking pole! Yeah, you know we gon' dump that Yeah, you know we gon' dump that Niggas running, I ain't even go (Whoa, hold up, what?) Niggas running, I ain't even go (Haha!) I ain't know he was a trackstar, AR, chainsaw Fuck nigga, better run! Yeah, you know we gon' up that (This nigga!) Yeah, you know we gon' bust that fucking pole! Yeah, you know we gon' dump that Yeah, you know we gon' dump that Niggas running, I ain't even go (Whoa, hold up, what?) Niggas running, I ain't even go I ain't know he was a trackstar, AR, chainsaw Lil' bitch, boy, you know you ain't with that (Lil' bitch) Boy, you know you ain't 'bout that (A-whoa) I ain't with the chit-chat (Nah) Send my shooters where your house at (You what?) Boy, you a lil' pack-rat, wait, ooh (A-whoa, a-Dexter!) 6ix9ine with me so it's homicide (He what?) All my shooters, yeah, they down to ride Your diamonds fake, I ain't lying Fucking lil' bitch, put my dick in her spine She whine, I feed her coke, doing line (What?) Run to the money, you know it's mine (Dexter) Wait, fuck nigga better run (A-what?) Beam on that chop, fifty right on the drum, huh Shoot that lil' boy for fun, huh (I do) Diamonds, they shine like the sun, huh That lil' boy not my son, huh Run, huh, a-run, Dexter You might also like Fuck nigga, better run! Yeah, you know we gon' up that Yeah, you know we gon' bust that fucking pole! Yeah, you know we gon' dump that Yeah, you know we gon' dump that Niggas running, I ain't even go (Whoa, hold up, what?) Niggas running, I ain't even go (Haha!) I ain't know he was a trackstar, AR, chainsaw Fuck nigga, better run! Yeah, you know we gon' up that (This nigga!) Yeah, you know we gon' bust that fucking pole! Yeah, you know we gon' dump that Yeah, you know we gon' dump that Niggas running, I ain't even go (Whoa, hold up, what?) Niggas running, I ain't even go I ain't know he was a trackstar, AR, chainsaw 6ix9ine, what's up, brozay? Same day, different shit, yeah Same bed, different bitch, yeah Riding 'round with them sticks, yeah MAC's, TEC's, and a clip, yeah Heard he move like a bitch, yeah Ran off with his shit, yeah Nina with me, I'm a pimp, yeah Finger fuck, she gon' spit FBI knocking on my door, they want the rocket (They looking for that what?) They looking for the rocket, uh! Harlem niggas snitching, toting guns, ain't never pop it Schlosser came down with the motherfucking rocket! (Schlosser!) Všade kam prídem (Ooh) na mňa štekajú haf haf (Haf) Lebo na večierky chodím v teplákoch a v mikine RAF RAF Každá rad radom je do Haha, baf baf Dex Dex, Tekashi, Haha Crew pozri sa mama, yeah Pálim blunt za bluntom, pokým nepália ma pery, hey Chodím vyhadzovať smeti v mojich papučiach Fendi, hey Vchádzam do klubu, do tmy v okuliaroch, ako slepý, hey Každý sa ma pýta, či vidím, vravím hej, lebo svietime (Lebo svietime, yeah)
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On The Regular
On The Regular by 6ix9ine
26 ContributorsOn The Regular Lyrics AM Nation! I'll be on the block on the regular With my niggas bustin' at the cops, on the regular Bitches suckin' dick, givin' top, on the regular Catch me water whippin' straight drop, on the regular Yeah you know I run up with the shit on the regular Bare-faced, I'ma hit a lick, on the regular Posted with the drop, gun cocked, on the regular Yeah I'm 6ix9ine with the nine, on the regular Niggas want war, yeah, kick the door, yeah Run up, break your jaw, yeah, get it on, yeah I'ma hit a stain, yeah, broad day, yeah Niggas act fake, yeah, catch a fade, yeah Niggas said I changed, yeah, made some changes, yeah I could never change, yeah, stay the same, yeah I'm still in the hood, yeah, busting juggs, yeah Puffing on a Wood, yeah, smoking good, yeah Shorty want a pic, yeah, that ain't shit, yeah Told her do a trick, yeah, on the dick, yeah Bust her whole shit, yeah, in her ribs, yeah Leave her with my kids, yeah, on her lips, yeah Skrrt off in the Benz, yeah, doing tricks, yeah Two hundred on the dash, yeah, tell the cashier They want me, I don't lack, yeah, got my gat, yeah Talk hot on getting whacked, yeah, body bag, yeah You might also like I'll be on the block on the regular With my niggas bustin' at the cops, on the regular Bitches suckin' dick, givin' top, on the regular Catch me water whippin' straight drop, on the regular Yeah you know I run up with the shit on the regular Bare-faced, I'ma hit a lick, on the regular Posted with the drop, gun cocked, on the regular Yeah I'm 6ix9ine with the nine, on the regular
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BUBA
BUBA by 6ix9ine
59 ContributorsBUBA Lyrics Scum Gang! MJ Pharaoh.. Vi-Vice Slumped up, slumped up, try not to get fucked up Slumped up, slumped up, try not to get fucked up Slumped up, back up, 'fore you get your head bust Slumped up, back up, 'fore you get your head bust Got this FN on my body, if you feelin' froggy Got my gang right beside me, ready to catch a hommy If you run up, bitch, I'm sorry, don't be movin' wocky Got this bitch all on my body, bitch, get off my body Get the fuck up out my whip, 'less you tryna suck my dick 'Less you tryna fuck my clique, 'less you tryna stack this brick 'Less you got shit I can sniff, 'less you got shit I can taste I might come up on my waist, get the fuck up out my face When that 'K clap, it's a dirt nap And if you catch me without that, get hit in the cap With a mothafuckin' baseball bat, dooby wrapped Four, five, six, that's a head crack That's a fact, that's a fact You might also like Slumped up, slumped up, try not to get fucked up Slumped up, slumped up, try not to get fucked up Slumped up, back up, 'fore you get your head bust Slumped up, back up, 'fore you get your head bust
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WONDO
WONDO by 6ix9ine
45 ContributorsWONDO Lyrics Scott Storch Shorty, don't clap-back on the dick (On the dick, hey) Don’t clap-back on the dick (On the dick) Bitch, when I hit that, do a split (Hey) When I hit that, do a trick Shorty, don't clap-back on the dick (On the dick, hey) Don't clap-back on the dick (On the dick) Bitch, when I hit that, do a split (Hey) When I hit that, do a trick Know I keep a tool on me I come in the room, I might have to move on ’em Scope with a zoom, fuck around and boom, homie I stay with a broom on me, better move, homie 'Fore you in a tomb, on me We gon' bring the MACs out, we back out and spazz out Yeah that's a blackout, get dragged out and packed out Yeah, my trap house, I call it the black house We move the packs out, we gon' blow the mags out All in, anybody that'll do it (Hey!) Everybody in the party getting stupid (Hey!) All these thotties in the party, I ain't choosing (Hey!) I'm off the Henny and the chuck, I might lose it (Hey!) You might also like Shorty, don’t clap-back on the dick (On the dick, hey) Don’t clap-back on the dick (On the dick) Bitch, when I hit that, do a split (Hey) When I hit that, do a trick Shorty, don't clap-back on the dick (On the dick, hey) Don’t clap-back on the dick (On the dick) Bitch, when I hit that, do a split (Hey) When I hit that, do a trick DVDs, porno tapes DVDs, porno tapes DVDs, porno tapes Do you beat your meat to a porno tape? Ayy DVDs, DVDs, ayy, uh DVDs, DVDs, ayy, uh, ay, wait, uh DVDs, ayy DVDs, DVDs, ayy
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DOOWEE
DOOWEE by 6ix9ine
59 ContributorsDOOWEE Lyrics Phosphate Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, get that nigga Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, clip that nigga (Woo!) Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, drop that nigga Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, pop that nigga (Woo!) Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah yeah yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, drop that nigga (Woo!) Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah yeah yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, pop that nigga Scum Gang! Gun to his head like Kenzo, uh Can't get too comfy ya kinfolk, uh I don't got the mop, I got the supersoaker, uh Make a nigga run, Usain Bolt, uh (Bah) Trey eight up on my hip though, uh Clip lookin' like Mandingo, uh Wet his ass up, no homo, uh Made a nigga wish he had a raincoat, uh If you up to something, we gon' get to bustin' My niggas for nothing, shoot you and your cousin We could get to thumpin', not for the discussion On the block drummin', shoot you in your stomach Scum Gang bloody, Scum Gang cousins Throw it up nigga, show 'em how we comin' All my niggas rugged, all my niggas thuggin' Totin' pistol, buggin', this is how we comin' Don't-Don't be on my block jackin' no fu shit You gon' get buck fifty and your face gon' be split I don't fuck with bitch niggas, way my round, nigga, dip I don't fuck with broke bitches, way my round, bitch, dip You might also like Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, get that nigga Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, clip that nigga (Woo!) Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, drop that nigga Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, pop that nigga (Woo!) Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah yeah yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, drop that nigga (Woo!) Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah yeah yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, pop that nigga
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GATA
GATA by 6ix9ine (Ft. Lil AK)
47 ContributorsTranslationsРусскийGATA Lyrics Beat Menace They be telling me to keep the bitch, but I'ma leave the bitch Ray Charles, John Cena shit, I can't see the bitch Shorty said she ain't hungry, but she always eatin' shit I be coolin', tryna chill, but she always eatin' shit Kick her out, I don't need a ho, I'ma leave the ho I won't save her, I won't breed a ho, I don't need a ho I just fuck her and mislead the ho, I mistreat the ho She been all up on my Gram, but I don't see her though Oh my God (Oh, man) She can't pay her rent, on the 'Gram she a fraud (On God) Damn, bought new titties, no car (Skrrt) How the fuck you gon' get to your job? I know this lil' eater, Bronqueita (Woo) I tried to buy her Gucci but she really love Adidas She said her pussy pink, but she from Brownsville I was rollin' off the pill, so I still fuckin' kill Oh damn, let me guess, you need an Uber? Are you dumb? Are you really fuckin' stupid? The J-Train is right over there $2.50, bitch, pay the fuckin' fare You might also like I'm conceited, ho, I just see them throats, yeah I don't feel them hoes, I just leave them ghost, yeah The whole team can smoke, I don't need to know, yeah Told her keep it low, but she wanna boast, yeah They be telling me to keep the bitch, but I'ma leave the bitch Ray Charles, John Cena shit, I can't see the bitch Shorty said she ain't hungry, but she always eatin' shit I be coolin', tryna chill, but she always eatin' shit Kick her out, I don't need a ho, I'ma leave the ho I won't save her, I won't breed a ho, I don't need a ho I just fuck her and mislead the ho, I mistreat the ho She been all up on my Gram, but I don't see her though
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MOOKY
MOOKY by 6ix9ine
41 ContributorsMOOKY Lyrics Stomp that nigga out, stomp that nigga out (Stomp!) Stomp that nigga out, stomp that nigga out (Stomp!) Pistol to his mouth, pistol to his mouth (Stomp!) Pistol to his mouth, we gon' stomp that nigga out (What?) Stomp that nigga out, stomp that nigga out Stomp that nigga out, stomp that nigga out Pistol to his mouth, pistol to his mouth Pistol to his mouth, we gon' stomp that nigga out Pull up to the party off a molly (Off a what?) Pull up to the party in a 'Rari (Skrrt, skrrt!) Heard it's niggas in there actin' rowdy (Actin' rowdy!) So I'm 'bout to go do somethin' 'bout it (Somethin' about it) I'ma pull up with the .30 stick, with the coolin' kit Stephen Curry, how I'm shootin' shit, I can't fuckin' miss I'm off a perc', movin' ridiculous, I think I'm seein' shit Off half a piece, swervin' the fuckin' Benz Countin' up Benjamins (What, what?) Don't start no shit, won't be no shit (What?) Don't start no shit, won't be no shit (What?) Don't start no shit, won't be no shit (What?) Don't start no shit, won't be no shit (What?) You might also like Stomp that nigga out (Out), stomp that nigga out (Stomp!) Stomp that nigga out, stomp that nigga out (Stomp!) Pistol to his mouth, pistol to his mouth (Stomp!) Pistol to his mouth, we gon' stomp that nigga out (Stomp!) Stomp that nigga out, stomp that nigga out (Out) Stomp that nigga out, stomp that nigga out Pistol to his mouth, pistol to his mouth Pistol to his mouth, we gon' stomp that nigga out Don't start no shit, won't be no shit (What?) Don't start no shit, won't be no shit (What?) Don't start no shit, won't be no shit (What?) Don't start no shit, won't be no shit (What?) What? (Yeah, yeah) What? (Yeah, yeah) What? (Yeah, yeah) What?
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AVA
AVA by 6ix9ine
41 ContributorsTranslationsРусскийAVA Lyrics (Oh my God, Ronny) Got my mind on my money, can't lose, I only win Tell a nigga, like FEFE, I don't really want new friends And if I don't move right, I could lose my life, I swear So I gotta move with it, gotta keep it on me, it's right here Gotta keep it on my body, you know I can't ride with no chop Gotta watch who I link with, I can't give everybody the drop And if a nigga run up on me you know somebody gon' drop Ain't no love in the street, gotta keep it with me, niggas know how I rock Don't trust nobody, no, no Show no love to nobody, no, no Nigga wanna take what's mine, no, no Niggas want my life, I can't go Know I gotta stay with a black four-four Wrist on glist and my neck on froze Niggas wanna get that, no, no, no That shit click-clack, it's gon' blow Cadillac BP, moving like a VP I ain't in DC, life ain't easy For a nigga like me, gotta stay icy Niggas super spicy 'cause they don't like me But I know nigga like me gotta keep God close Niggas still slide in the Diablo No stress, I'ma sleep with my eyes closed Yeah, I know You might also like Got my mind on my money, can't lose, I only win Tell a nigga, like FEFE, I don't really want no friends And if I don't move right, I could lose my life, I swear So I gotta move with it, gotta keep it on me, it's right here Gotta keep it on my body, you know I can't ride with no chop Gotta watch who I link with, I can't give everybody the drop And if a nigga run up on me you know somebody gon' drop Ain't no love in the street, gotta keep it with me, niggas know how I rock
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TIC TOC (Remix)
TIC TOC (Remix) by 6ix9ine (Ft. AYLEK$)
6 ContributorsTIC TOC (Remix) Lyrics Yung Lan on the track Okay, tick tock, Audemars wrist watch I keep a stick, I keep a big Glock You get hit, I do not miss shots I keep a stick, I tell her, "Kick rocks" Okay, get rocks, wrist go drip, drop I do not kiss, you making shit hot You think I'm dumb, I ain't no kid Thought you was in love You ain't my bitch, nah Ayy-ayy, AYLEK$! Your vision division, can't fit in my time frame Connecting the dots and comparing our dreams We just say the same thing Now I'm chasing a bag, and I'm blowing the stacks Get it back on the same day Your bitch hit on my jack, rubber blow in the back Can you fuck her the same day? Tell me, how many bands is you really finna spend right now? If you really wanna dance, you gon' use no hands And just shake that upside down Got a little big booty, bitch, her kitty cat go meow Got a little AYLEK$ switch, they really wanna put me down You might also like Okay, tick tock, Audemars wrist watch I keep a stick, I keep a big Glock You get hit, I do not miss shots I keep a stick, I tell her, "Kick rocks" Okay, get rocks, wrist go drip, drop I do not kiss, you making shit hot You think I'm dumb, I ain't no kid Thought you was in love You ain't my bitch, nahEmbed
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WAIT
WAIT by 6ix9ine
30 ContributorsTranslationsРусскийPortuguêsWAIT Lyrics Wait, wait, wait I got them jealous again, they in they feelings again Wait, wait, wait Cry baby, they crying again 'cause they can't do what I can Wait, wait, wait And I'm still fresh out the can, shout out my lawyer, Lance Wait, wait, wait Bust down Cartier, I know you see I'm the man Wait, wait, wait I just did it again, watch me hit my dance Ayy, ayy, ayy I just got in that Benz, ran up a couple of M's Ayy, ayy, ayy Poppin', I'm poppin' some bands, watch me hit my dance Ayy, ayy, ayy I'ma still pop my shit, got a few likes on the 'Gram Ayy, ayy, ayy I'm in the stars again, wait, wait I'm up on Mars again, wait, wait She wan' fuck a star again, wait, wait I won't take a loss again, wait, wait I'm in the Benz again, with her and her friends and 'em If she a lil' baddie, I wanna date She want the addy, ain't no way I be on the block with the same old niggas Y'all be on thе block with the same old bitches No nеw hoes, y'all can't do better I be on the block, but my check got bigger I be on the block, but my chain got bigger Shoutout KK1K, my nigga He let it spark, gra-ta-ta-ta He gon' make him dance, bachata-ta I got the AP, two-tone, she want a baby, no, no I start the engine, Lambo, I do the dashing, skrrt off I got a dancer, redbone, beat on my chest like King Kong She licky, licky, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh You might also like Wait, wait, wait I got them jealous again, they in they feelings again Wait, wait, wait Cry baby, they crying again 'cause they can't do what I can Wait, wait, wait And I'm still fresh out the can, shout out my lawyer, Lance Wait, wait, wait Bust down Cartier, I know you see I'm the man Wait, wait, wait I just did it again, watch me hit my dance Ayy, ayy, ayy I just got in that Benz, ran up a couple of M's Ayy, ayy, ayy Poppin', I'm poppin' some bands, watch me hit my dance Ayy, ayy, ayy I'ma still pop my shit, got a few likes on the 'Gram Ayy, ayy, ayyEmbed
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GTL
GTL by 6ix9ine
41 ContributorsTranslationsTürkçeРусскийPortuguêsGTL Lyrics Hello This is a prepaid debit call from Danny. To accept this call, press 0 Havin' dreams about livin' my life I've been havin' dreams about bein' outside I've been, hello, baby girl, please don't cry, no Please don't, no, no no, no, no, no (No) Mama said, "Hold my hand, no crying, no" Know these niggas wanna take my life, I know Tell lil' baby boy, please don't die, no And I might, no, no no, no, no, no Tell me why, tell me why should I trust these niggas? Tell me why, tell me how I really loved these niggas? Hearin' voices in my head sayin', "Fuck these niggas" My niggas, my niggas? These ain't my niggas They gon' say what they gon' say, nigga, yeah, I know They can say what they want, they don't know what I know Ain't nothin' you could tell me 'bout this life I chose I was facin' 47, you was sitting at home I know I can't keep loving you I know I can't keep trusting you I put my life in front of you Tell me what I'm supposed to do? This shit get complicated, ah My blood, thought you was ride or die I was just tryna change your life But you I had something else in mind You might also like Streets fucked up, no trust For that bag, niggas switch up, try to kill ya That shit give a nigga goosebumps, paranoia Keep my head above water, for my daughter Gotta stay ten-toes, nigga, I'ma soldier Got my back against the wall, I'll never fold up Wait, wait, wait, wait, nigga, hold up Still the King of New York, I know, I told ya You have one minute remaining Told ya I know I can't keep loving you I know I can't keep trusting you I put my life in front of you Tell me what I'm supposed to do? This shit get complicated, ah My blood, thought you was ride or die I was just tryna change your life But you I had something else in mind Thank you for using GTL
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SINALØA
SINALØA by 6ix9ine
29 ContributorsSINALØA Lyrics Scum Gang! Project GHXST Yo, 6ix9ine, talk your shit, Blood Niggas don't want no parts, it's rundown season, hold it down It's only the squad They say when they see me they gon' wet me Still ain't wet shit (They ain't wet shit!) They say when they see me they gon' test me Still ain't said shit (They ain't said shit!) They said when they see me they gon' rob me Still ain't took shit (They ain't rob shit!) They said when they see me I'ma run I don't duck, bitch All that talking, boy, stop (Boy, stop) Heard you dancing, boy, stop (Boy, stop) Need a lesson, boy, stop (Boy, stop) Intermission, boy, stop (Boy, stop) Quit that popping, boy, stop (Boy, stop) I know what's cracking, boy, stop (Boy, stop) What you jacking? Boy, stop (Boy, stop) What you saying? Boy, stop (Uh!) All that talking that you doing gon' get your boy shot (Grrah, grrah!) All them hollows to his chest gon' make his heart stop (Blaow!) Put that .30 in your face, like, "What's in your spot?" (Grr, grr!) Run that bitch, run that cash, fuck with us you cannot (Fucker, fucker!) You might also like They say when they see me they gon' wet me Still ain't wet shit (They ain't wet shit!) They say when they see me they gon' test me Still ain't said shit (They ain't said shit!) They said when they see me they gon' rob me Still ain't took shit (They ain't rob shit!) They said when they see me I'ma run I don't duck, bitch (We don't duck!) You don't know what it is, being on T.S.O (You don't know!) You don't know what it is, facing fifty 'front the judge (You don't know!) You don't know what it is when your bid 100k What it is, stickin' up commands on the fuckin' tip (Stick it up!) This jail shit'll show you, who's a fraud, who a fake (For real) Who just talkin' just to talk, who just hatin' just to hate (For real) Do my thang, I'm a real individual (A real one) Fuck a fraud nigga who's goal is try to swindle you (Fuck 'em, fuck 'em, fuck 'em, fuck 'em) Goons all around me, killers all around me (Squad, squad) Snitches get from 'round me, get that 40 on me (Clip, blaow) Goons all around me, killers all around me (Squad, squad) Snitches get from 'round me, get that 40 on me (Clip, blaow) Yeah, we rolling T-T-T (Got the gat) And I keep it E-B-E (Got the gat) Shout Y-G-C, on my block banging N-D-G (Squad) Yeah, we jackin' E-B-K (Got the gat) No man is G-B-G (Got the gat) Y-S and D-O-D Gang signs all L-O-D (Got the gat) They say when they see me they gon' wet me Still ain't wet shit (They ain't wet shit!) They say when they see me they gon' test me Still ain't said shit (They ain't said shit!) They said when they see me they gon' rob me Still ain't took shit (They ain't rob shit!) They said when they see me I'ma run I don't duck, bitch (We don't duck, nigga!)
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NINI
NINI by 6ix9ine (Ft. Leftside)
31 ContributorsTranslationsРусскийEnglishNINI Lyrics Ah, Leftside again Limitless, yes It's Kybba Gyal dem come again, gyal, yay Tek yuh time, tek yuh time, tek yuh time now (Yeah) Gyal, mi waan know, mek yuh haffi wine suh (Yeah) Lookin' like an angel, ah mussi God find yuh Mi really waan get beside yuh, beside yuh Sexy lady, dame, dame Come here, mami, dame, dame (Watch out now) Shake it for me, dame, dame (Yeah) Move ya body, dame, dame Hey, mami (Mami) Love how you ah winе and ah back it up for me (For me) Mi ah nuh coward suh mi nah run from it (Nuh) Mi ah beg yuh plеase, beg yuh please don't stop it Mi ready fi pick it up whenever yuh drop it (Drop it) Mi neva see a girl like you, God damnit Look like seh you come from another planet Yeah, fi get a girl like you, mi neva plan it (Nuh) Fi get dem other girls in the picture, mi a crop it You might also like Beat it like a drum, brat-pum-pum-pum-pum Do it with no hands, no ton-ton-tongue-tongue Hit it raw dog, no condom-dom-dom Make her pop a Plan B, I ain't dumb-dumb-dumb-dumb Rocket in me pocket like Kim Jong Un Leave him in a coma like Kim Jong Un Body operation like Kardashian Download mi new game, now 6ix9ine run I was in the trenches with the fiends and the killas I was in the slum movin' cool with my ninas Shout out to my migo, that's the plug with the kilos Now my diamonds drippin' like they water Aquafina, oh I like her body, like the way she move She on my body, like the way I move Fat punani, yeah, she got that woo Tell me what's the vibe, baby, what you wanna do? Hey, mami (Mami) Love how you ah wine and ah back it up for me (For me) Mi ah nuh coward suh mi nah run from it (Nuh) Mi ah beg yuh please, beg yuh please don't stop it Mi ready fi pick it up whenever yuh drop it (Drop it) Mi neva see a girl like you, God damnit Look like seh you come from another planet Yeah, fi get a girl like you, mi neva plan it (Nuh) Fi get dem other girls in the picture, mi a crop it Hey, mami (Mami) Love how you ah wine and ah back it up for me (For me) Mi ah nuh coward suh mi nah run from it (Nuh) Mi ah beg yuh please, beg yuh please don't stop it Mi ready fi pick it up whenever yuh drop it (Drop it) Mi neva see a girl like you, God damnit Look like seh you come from another planet Yeah, fi get a girl like you, mi neva plan it (Nuh) Fi get dem other girls in the picture, mi a crop itEmbed
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Shinigami (死神)
Shinigami (死神) by 6ix9ine (Ft. Bodega Bamz)
28 ContributorsShinigami (死神) Lyrics Scum Gang! Woah, woah, woah, woah, woah Me and my niggas scummy, scummy Me and my niggas grimy, grimy Me and my niggas Jordan, Jordan, Jordan Yeah, my niggas scummy, scummy Yeah, my nigga Bamz Yeah, my niggas scummy, scummy Yeah, my nigga Bamz Yeah, my niggas scummy, scummy Yeah, my nigga Bamz Yeah, my niggas scummy, scummy Yeah, my nigga Bamz Respect the shooter 'Cause anytime I got it, I'ma shoot Respect the shooter 'Cause every killer 'round me, I salute 'em Respect the shooter 'Cause anytime I got it, I'ma shoot Respect the shooter 'Cause every killer 'round me, I salute 'em (Woop!) You might also like Fuck around with them fuck arounds You gon' fuck around and get smoked (Rrah!) Mess around with them mess arounds You gon' mess around and be broke Get your hustle on with them hustle-lords And I promise you'll get dough (Get dough) You talk a lot, you a chatterbox But real niggas lay low (Squad!) Look into my eyes, I'm a Scum, lil' boy Got the black .44 with the drum, lil' boy Better run, lil' boy, when we come, lil' boy When we playin' with them toys, ain't no fun, lil' boy Came from the slums, where you from, lil' boy? Hit him in the spine, leave him numb, lil' boy I ain't the one, lil' boy, I ain't the one, lil' boy Got them hollow tips hotter than the sun, lil' boy Yeah, my niggas scummy, scummy Yeah, my nigga Bamz Yeah, my niggas scummy, scummy Yeah, my nigga Bamz Yeah, my niggas scummy, scummy Yeah, my nigga Bamz Yeah, my niggas scummy, scummy Yeah, my nigga Bamz Respect the shooter 'Cause anytime I got it, I'ma shoot Respect the shooter 'Cause every killer 'round me, I salute Respect the shooter 'Cause anytime I got it, I'ma shoot Respect the shooter 'Cause every killer 'round me, I salute (Woop!) Tell me, tell me, tell me, tell me, tell me Who want drama with me? All I got is sangre with me Bitches saying scratch they kitty Cat bought a whole pack It was either doing that or I'm going back To the bottom with the roaches rats (Ah, ah) Roaches rats (Ah, ah) I swear that gave me nightmares Kept me up all night with it Bitch wanna suck my dick Her pussy better come all tight with it My body count infinite (Woop!) My story true, no gimmick (Woop!) Ask about, they ask about You ask about who did it, Tan I got that Tan with that TEC (Ah) Please don't disrespect I got that Tan with that TEC (Ah) Please don't disrespect I got that Tan with that TEC (Ah) Please don't disrespect I got that Tan with that TEC (Ah) Please don't disrespect
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LEAH
LEAH by 6ix9ine (Ft. Akon)
41 ContributorsTranslationsSvenskaРусскийPortuguêsLEAH Lyrics Akon Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, oh Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, oh Ooh-oh Baby, you're all that I want (I want) When I pour Patrón in your cup (Your cup) The vibe is feeling so wrong (So wrong) I just wanna take you home (Yeah) Baby, you're all that I want (I want) When I pour Patrón in my cup (My cup) The vibe is feeling so wrong (So wrong) I just wanna take you home (Ooh-oh) Baby, you look better with your clothes off (Uh) Baby, you look better with your clothes off (Ooh-oh) Niggas keep telling you to pull up (Uh) Vibrate on and turn your phone off (Ooh-oh) Vibrate on and turn your phone off (Eh) Leah, you look better with your clothes off (Eh) You look better with your clothes off (Eh, ooh-oh) She wanna take ecstasy pills She wanna take ecstasy pills She wanna have sex with me, for real She wanna have sex with me, for real I know you gotta work tonight, uh I promise, baby, I'll be worth your time Fingers crossed that I am your type What am I saying, bitch, my bread is right I can treat you right, I can change your life I can put you in the Wraith with the stars inside Let's take a shot tonight, I could change your life Baby, you the type of girl that my momma like, oh yeah You might also like Baby, you're all that I want (I want) When I pour Patrón in your cup (Your cup) The vibe is feeling so wrong (So wrong) I just wanna take you home (Yeah) Baby, you're all that I want (I want) When I pour Patrón in my cup (My cup) The vibe is feeling so wrong (So wrong) I just wanna take you home (Ooh-oh) Ooh-oh, ooh-oh Ooh-oh, ooh-oh She wanna make a movie-ie Wanna end up on the TV screen Mixin' Henny with the ecstasy Don't wanna end up on TMZ Baby, you're all that I want (I want) When I pour Patrón in your cup (Your cup) The vibe is feeling so wrong (So wrong) I just wanna take you home (Yeah) Baby, you're all that I want (I want) When I pour Patrón in my cup (My cup) The vibe is feeling so wrong (So wrong) I just wanna take you home (Ooh-oh) Baby, you look better with your clothes off (Uh) Baby, you look better with your clothes off (Ooh-oh) Niggas keep telling you to pull up (Uh) Vibrate on and turn your phone off (Ooh-oh) Vibrate on and turn your phone off (Eh) Leah, you look better with your clothes off (Eh) You look better with your clothes off (Eh, ooh-oh)
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Fuck Is You
Fuck Is You by 6ix9ine
34 ContributorsFuck Is You Lyrics Scum Gang! Superstaar Beats Bitch, it's Wallah fuckin' Dan, who the fuck is you? (You) You ain't my mothafuckin' mans, who the fuck is you? (You) Brought the cannon to the jam, who the fuck is you? (You) Who the fuck is you? (Nigga, who the fuck is you?) Don't give a fuck what you sayin', who the fuck is you? (You) We don't know, you better scram, who the fuck is you? (You) Scum Gang my only fam, who the fuck is you? (You) Who the fuck is you? Nigga, who the fuck is you? (You) Tekashi69 from that Scum Squad Y'all niggas don't want no drama (Don't want no drama) First nigga act tough gettin' WorldStar'd (WorldStar!) And I put that on my mama (On my mama!) Can't be where I'm at, I don't know you (Bang) Bet my little niggas run up on you (Baow!) They'll leave a nigga flat, no warning (Woop!) Scum Gang, bitch, we on it, trust me 'cause you don't want it You can try 6ix9ine if you wanna die A-A-All my niggas down for that homicide You'll be on a shirt, you'll be in the church Dressed up in a box with your mama cryin' (Ah!) She kissing your corpse I don't know who you is and you pissing me off I aim at your heart, bullets rip through your cross Rip you apart, stitches can't fix it, it's straight to the morgue Better hope you don't slip and get lost in these parts Walk through the park after dark, catch a spark Ten o'clock news, you'll be out on the charts Scum to the Gang, praise to Allah You might also like Bitch, it's Wallah fuckin' Dan, who the fuck is you? (You) You ain't my mothafuckin' mans, who the fuck is you? (You) Brought the cannon to the jam, who the fuck is you? (You) Who the fuck is you? (Nigga, who the fuck is you?) Don't give a fuck what you sayin', who the fuck is you? (You) We don't know, you better scram, who the fuck is you? (You) Scum Gang my only fam, who the fuck is you? (You) Who the fuck is you? Nigga, who the fuck is you? (You) Fuck outta here Who the fuck is you? It ain't gon' be nothing nice Who the fuck is you? Your heart don't beat like that, tell you that Who the fuck is you? I don't care Nigga, who the fuck is you? I don't care, I don't go no feelings
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CHARLIE
CHARLIE by 6ix9ine (Ft. SMILEZ)
30 ContributorsTranslationsРусскийPortuguêsCHARLIE Lyrics Ray Charles, I ain't never seen a bitch I need Fuck that, I don't need no skis It's so many rich niggas fuckin' bitches for free If a nigga want pussy, make him pay that fee I don't want it at all pussy, bitch, gimme some money I don't need no lovin' Come on, throw that pussy on the block Make a nigga a hunnid Make that pussy pop like it's a shove it, gansta Fendi kicks all yellow, fit so rude Never wife a thot 'cept you (Nope) Bad decisions every single time I choose (My name is Smilez) My name is Smilez 'cause I laugh at you Ex-bitch unless you goin' back to dancin' (Dumb ho) She on some OnlyFans shit (Yeah) New girls'll model like vogue cop fashion (Damn right) Nip slip like Janеt Jackson Yeah, she think she got mе trickin', but she dead wrong But she fuck like a machine, call her Megatron When she ask for the bread (Danny Phantom), gon' ghost Only fuck a bitch if a mask on Ray Charles, I ain't never seen a bitch I need Fuck that, I don't need no skis It's so many rich niggas fuckin' bitches for free If a nigga want pussy, make him pay that fee I don't want it at all pussy, bitch, gimme some money I don't need no lovin' Come on, throw that pussy on the block Make a nigga a hunnid Make that pussy pop like it's a shove it, gansta (Prrr) You might also like Blurred bitch, always on Twitter sayin' some absurd shit (Aw) Before this song, you said I was worthless Now you on my dick gang, that's some bird shit (Prrr) Bitch I'm up, got the new Lamb, it's a truck (Skrrt) New bust down, this shit bust I don't gotta say much, yeah Ray Charles, I ain't never seen a bitch I need Fuck that, I don't need no skis It's so many rich niggas fuckin' bitches for free If a nigga want pussy, make him pay that fee I don't want it at all pussy, bitch, gimme some money I don't need no lovin' Come on, throw that pussy on the block Make a nigga a hunnid Make that pussy pop like it's a shove it, gangsterEmbed
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Pimpin’
Pimpin' by 6ix9ine
20 ContributorsPimpin’ Lyrics Somebody wake this motherfucker up, man Yo, get up, nigga Superstaar Beats Scum Gang, Scum, Scum Gang Shut up, ho, your pussy stank, smack her fast as she could blink Pimp hand shining, kiss my ring, no shirt underneath the mink Rub my back and feed me grapes, Oxycontin, Lean and Base I screw duwop, I fuck her face, shut up, bitch, your pussy stank Shut up, ho, your pussy stank, smack her fast as she could blink Pimp hand shining, kiss my ring, no shirt underneath the mink Rub my back and feed me grapes, Oxycontin, Lean and Base I screw duwop, I fuck her face, shut up, bitch, your pussy stank Pussy, get a lot of it, so for hoes I ain't gotta trip I tell that bitch, "Don't gas yourself, not every chick a model, bitch" I tell that bitch, "Don't gas yourself, not every chick a model, bitch" Who let you in my V.I.P.? Fuck up off my bottles, bitch! Represent that Scum Gang, mane, respect my conglomerate Got a young Scum in the cut with the pump If you act tough, he gon' splatter shit Wallah don't recycle hoes, hit it once, I'm over it Scum Gang don't recycle hoes, hit it once, we over it Mushroom tops and acid trips, while she trip she suck my dick While she suck I count my guap, respect my conglomerate Same day, different shit, same bed, different bitch Scum niggas gettin' rich, respect my conglomerate You might also like Shut up, ho, your pussy stank, smack her fast as she could blink Pimp hand shining, kiss my ring, no shirt underneath the mink Rub my back and feed me grapes, Oxycontin, Lean and Base I screw duwop, I fuck her face, shut up, bitch, your pussy stank Shut up, ho, your pussy stank, smack her fast as she could blink Pimp hand shining, kiss my ring, no shirt underneath the mink Rub my back and feed me grapes, Oxycontin, Lean and Base I screw duwop, I fuck her face, shut up, bitch, your pussy stank What the fuck is y'all hatin' for? Can't a young Scum fuck bitches anymore? Can I have a bad bitch without no flaws To come to see me, without no drawers? What the fuck is y'all hatin' for? Can't a young Scum fuck bitches anymore? Can I have a bad bitch without no flaws Come and see me, without no drawers? Shut up, ho, your pussy stank, smack her fast as she could blink Pimp hand shining, kiss my ring, no shirt underneath the mink Rub my back and feed me grapes, Oxycontin, Lean and Base I screw duwop, I fuck her face, shut up, bitch, your pussy stank Shut up, ho, your pussy stank, smack her fast as she could blink Pimp hand shining, kiss my ring, no shirt underneath the mink Rub my back and feed me grapes, Oxycontin, Lean and Base I screw duwop, I fuck her face, shut up, bitch, your pussy stank