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Slim Jxmmi – Players Club lyrics

[Intro]
Check me out
[Verse 1]
My money right (Jxm), shit I might play with the extra (play with it)
I’m on my shit, I don’t stress much (woo)
I’m too ahead they can’t catch up (ayy)
I looked at her purse, it was Louis Vuitton (count it up)
She keep her hair and her nails done (ayy)
I’m in a space car, I got a radar (right)
They throwing shade and I’m gon’ make them hate more (woo)
I got a purpose, I got a reason (skrrt)
I pay my tax when I fuck with the strippers (fuck wit’ ’em)
I hit the studio in Gucci slippers (Gucci)
I hit the mall and ball at every vendor (ball)
Hustle like I’m the number one contender (yeah)
Make it hard for pretenders (yeah)
I got too much sauce for one nigga (sauce)
What it cost? Shit I don’t remember, ayy
[Chorus]
I’ma go fuck wit the strippers tonight
I’ma go fuck wit the strippers tonight
I’ma go fuck wit the strippers tonight
I’ma go fuck wit the strippers (ayy)
I’ma go fuck wit the strippers tonight
I’ma go fuck wit the strippers tonight
I’ma go fuck wit the strippers tonight
I’ma go fuck wit the strippers (ayy)
[Verse 2]
I can’t be standing, I got no patience
I’m poppin’ bottles when I’m up in Aces
Fuck the police, I ain’t giving no statement
Shout out to the grind, the come up amazing
Used to have lint in my pocket, yeah (yeah)
So I went, got the big body, yeah (woo)
Mississippi license plate (ugh), when I park valet (valet)
Ayy, I’ma go fuck wit’ the strippers tonight (yeah)
Fresh off the plane and the temperature right (yeah)
I’m in Atlanta where go-getters get it
You wanna play, you better get you a ticket (ayy)
Shawty so bad, woulda thought she was Nicki (Nicki)
Shawty so bad, got these broke niggas tipping (ayy)
Say she in college, her lifestyle expensive (ayy)
Can’t even tell that she making some millions
[Chorus]
I’ma go fuck wit the strippers tonight
I’ma go fuck wit the strippers tonight
I’ma go fuck wit the strippers tonight
I’ma go fuck wit the strippers (ayy)
I’ma go fuck wit the strippers tonight
I’ma go fuck wit the strippers tonight
I’ma go fuck wit the strippers tonight
I’ma go fuck wit the strippers (ayy)

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Slim Jxmmi – Juggling Biddies (feat. Riff 3x) lyrics

[Verse 1: Slim Jxmmi]
Man, this morning I woke up on some player shit
Mission of the day – slay a bitch
I’m getting to the bank, can’t fake that shit
I don’t even keep a wallet ‘cause the cake don’t fit (woo)
Man the hate don’t quit (woo), so I ain’t gon’ quit (never)
All my niggas want to win, we’ll take that shit
Don’t know what the record is, but we gon’ break that shit (huh?)
And we don’t need no fuckin’ break we stay awake for that grip, yeah
We stay awake and go get it (go get it)
Uh, I gotta shine on these bitches
I’ma prolly get the SL lifted (get it lifted)
‘Cause I don’t think the 24’s gon’ fit it (shh)
My double cup dizzy (shh)
I’m pro with the ticket (shh)
Imagine a line I got these girls in here strippin’ (take it off)
ATL, Georgia we in the muthafuckin’ city (wassup)
VIP flooded we in it big with Zaytiggy (Zaytiggy)
[Chorus: Riff 3x and Slim Jxmmi]
Uh, okay
Jugglin’ biddies (woo, get money)
(You know me) Jugglin’ biddies (yuh, I’ma do it)
(Uh, oh) Jugglin’ biddies
(Ayy, whoa, what you doin’?) Jugglin’ biddies
(Yah, ayy, ayy) Jugglin’ biddies
(Ayy, yuh, okay) Jugglin’ biddies
(I got your bitch, she fiendin’, uh, oh) Jugglin’ biddies
(I’m comin’ through the crib) Okay, Jugglin’ biddies (uh, woo)
[Verse 2: Riff 3x]
Woke up early on some gangsta shit (gangsta shit)
Told my bitch to bend it over and take the dick (take the dick)
Gotta get it by all means, that’s why I chase them nigs
Cigarillo full of kush (woo), and I look like a light
Keep it fresh like a mint when I ride behind tint
I used to dream about ballin’, now I swish on you hoes
I went and got me a bag (woo, woo) and draped my body in gold
Sold my soul to a pot ‘cause I’m re-rockin’ them Os
I stay down and committed, that’s why I die by the pennies
I been hustlin’ all night (ugh), tryna get me a milli
Got the people strappin’ all time when you be dealin’ (yeah)
‘Cause niggas get in they feelings (woo)
When they ain’t ’bout they business (that right)
[Chorus: Riff 3x and Slim Jxmmi]
Uh, okay
Jugglin’ biddies (woo, get money)
(You know me) Jugglin’ biddies (yuh, I’ma do it)
(Uh, oh) Jugglin’ biddies
(Ayy, whoa, what you doin’?) Jugglin’ biddies
(Yah, ayy, ayy) Jugglin’ biddies
(Ayy, yuh, okay) Jugglin’ biddies
(I got your bitch, she fiendin’, uh, oh) Jugglin’ biddies
(I’m comin’ through the crib) Okay, Jugglin’ biddies (uh) [Intro: Slim Jxmmi]
Zaytoven
Ayy, Sremmlife! Man, I’m fucked up see me muthafucka’
Slim Jxmmi!

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Slim Jxmmi – Cap (feat. Trouble) lyrics

[Intro: Slim Jxmmi]
Ear Drummers
30, you a fool for this one
Jxm, yeah
[Chorus: Slim Jxmmi]
Niggas flexing, they ain’t really grindin’ tho’ (grindin’)
Niggas talking, they ain’t got no money though (no money)
Niggas talking loud when they ain’t got no guap (shut up, shut up)
Bitches talking loud when they ain’t really poppin’ (shut it up)
Niggas flexing, they ain’t really grindin’ tho (woo)
Niggas talking, they ain’t got no money though (they talkin’)
Niggas talking loud when they ain’t got no guap (shut up, ayy)
Bitches talking loud when they ain’t really poppin’ (Jxm)
[Verse 1: Slim Jxmmi]
Fuck the Instagram ’cause all these bitches be photoshoppin’ (yeah)
Catch me in SoHo shoppin’ (shop), maybe with your hoe thottin’ (thot)
Broke nigga talking that nonsense (fuckboy), we ain’t got nothin’ in common (no)
Rich nigga still eat ramen (rich) and I’m so hot like Austin (hot)
And I’m so smart like Carlton (ugh), blowin’ purp at the Ritz Carlton
Backwoods make me nauseous, new niggas make me cautious (Jxm)
I’m a young nigga I’m saucy (me), you a broke nigga you salty (you)
All of your diamonds look faulty (lookin’), all of my diamonds look glossy
[Chorus: Slim Jxmmi & Trouble]
Niggas flexing, they ain’t really grindin’ tho’ (grindin’)
Niggas talking, they ain’t got no money though (no money)
Niggas talking loud when they ain’t got no guap (shut up, shut up)
Bitches talking loud when they ain’t really poppin’ (shut it up)
Niggas flexing, they ain’t really grindin’ tho (huh, wooh)
Niggas talking, they ain’t got no money though (yeah, they talkin’)
Niggas talking loud when they ain’t got no guap (shut up)
Bitches talking loud when they ain’t really poppin’ (Jxm)
[Verse 2: Trouble]
I hear all the chitter-chatter, pay no mind I just fill my blunt up (yeah, yeah)
Where they at where your bitches gather in my hood then we hit ’em after (yeah, smash)
So do me a favor, keep all the gossip on ten, you help me get poppin’ I’m in
In, just like the perps, know you likable, get too close, diamonds might fuck round and bite ’em
Kept me in the bluff, I’m plottin’, hard as fuck up on a wrist rocket, chained like a goddamn Nazi
All white diamond, good God shit
Eh, yeah, yeah, bitch I play above the rim (yeah, yeah)
This Big Trouble and Uncle Jxm, you be hatin’ yeah we know ’cause your pockets slim
[Chorus: Slim Jxmmi]
Niggas flexing, they ain’t really grindin’ tho’ (grindin’)
Niggas talking, they ain’t got no money though (no money)
Niggas talking loud when they ain’t got no guap (shut up, shut up)
Bitches talking loud when they ain’t really poppin’ (shut it up)
Niggas flexing, they ain’t really grindin’ tho (wooh)
Niggas talking, they ain’t got no money though (they talkin’)
Niggas talking loud when they ain’t got no guap (shut up)
Bitches talking loud when they ain’t really poppin’ (Jxm)

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Slim Jxmmi – Chanel (feat. Swae Lee & Pharrell) lyrics

with the eyes
Wait, CC, hold it, excuse me, y’all could never do me
LaFerarri Coupe E, shittin’ something soupy
Paparazzi, shoot me, enough to make a movie
Facts, facts, facts, never nothing loosely
So there’s no assumin’, I got Call of Duty, pray Wi-Fi
I could get God on the line, so, what’s gettin’ Karl on the line? Oh, yeah, CC, I win, see, y’all niggas wanna be me
I’d say, “Y’all copy, un-needly” (yeah)
Wouldn’t say, “You’re bitin’”, you’re teethin’ (yeah)
And anything from the archives (yeah)
It’s always yes, never why (yeah)
Surf boy, ’til there’s shades on my eyes (yeah)
Killed a trucker with the gold .45 (bow!)
[Chorus: Slim Jxmmi & Pharrell Williams]
Take her to Chanel, ’cause she fine (fine)
Take her to Chanel, ’cause she fine (fine)
Take her to Chanel, ’cause she fine (fine)
Paint your fingernails, ’cause you fly (girl, you fly)
Take her to Chanel, ’cause she fine (fine)
Take her to Chanel, ’cause she fine (fine)
Take her to Chanel, ’cause she fine (fine)
Paint your fingernails, ’cause you fly (girl, you fly)
Take her to Chanel, ’cause she fine (fine)
Take her to Chanel, ’cause she fine (she’s fine)
Take her to Chanel, ’cause she fine (fine)
Take her to Chanel, ’cause she fine (that’s right)
Take her to Chanel, ’cause she fine (fine)
Take her to Chanel, ’cause she fine (she’s fine)
Take her to Chanel, ’cause she fine (fine)
Take her to Chanel, ’cause she fine (that’s right) [Intro: Slim Jxmmi]
30, you a fool for this one
Ear Drummers
Hey, hey, ouh, ouh! (ready)
Polka dot watch, that’s messy (messy)
Lookin’ at my wrist and it’s frightening (frightening)
I’ma get the cash, fast as lightning
She like everything pretty, pretty pricey
I’ma walkin’ dollar sign (wow)
You can see the money in my stride (stride)
Say I ain’t fly, that’s a lie (that’s a lie)
Jxmmi got ’em back in the telly (really)
Get a girl a mani and a pedi (pedi)
Go and get your fingernails did (did)
I ain’t got time to be petty (petty)
Hater could be lookin’ right at me (yeah)
I’m a hot shot, understand me (yeah)
Belt and the “B” is for Bally (not too shabby)
Besides shoppin’, baby, what’s your hobbies? Mike Will Made-It
[Chorus: Slim Jxmmi & Pharrell Williams]
Take her to Chanel, ’cause she fine (fine)
Take her to Chanel, ’cause she fine (fine)
Take her to Chanel, ’cause she fine (fine)
Paint your fingernails, ’cause you fly (girl, you fly)
Take her to Chanel, ’cause she fine (fine)
Take her to Chanel, ’cause she fine (fine)
Take her to Chanel, ’cause she fine (fine)
Paint your fingernails, ’cause you fly (girl, you fly)
Take her to Chanel, ’cause she fire (fine)
Take her to Chanel, ’cause she fire (she’s fine)
Take her to Chanel, ’cause she fine (fine)
Take her to Chanel, ’cause she fine (that’s right)
Take her to Chanel, ’cause she fine (fine)
Take her to Chanel, ’cause she fine (she’s fine)
Take her to Chanel, ’cause she fine (Uncle Jxmmi)
Take her to Chanel, ’cause she fine (that’s right)
[Verse 1: Slim Jxmmi]
Go on, drop a dub, she’s a dime (she a dime)
I don’t give a damn ’bout her sign (fuck her sign)
I kinda wanna know what’s her sign (what’s your sign?)
I kinda wanna know what’s her sign (girl, what’s your sign?)
We can hit the strip right now (right now)
I got enough bread to recline
What you saying, I got enough bread to recline
And I don’t want your head, I want your mind (I want your mind)
I kinda fell in love with your vibe (with your vibe)
And girl, I’m a player like Fly (like Fly)
Maybe we can link on the slide (on the slide)
I know you a freak in disguise
I put you in Chanel, like you mine (like you mine)
Put you in Chanel, like you mine (yeah, you fire)
Paint your fingernails, ’cause you fly (dang)
[Chorus: Slim Jxmmi & Pharrell Williams]
Take her to Chanel, ’cause she fine (fine)
Take her to Chanel, ’cause she fine (fine)
Take her to Chanel, ’cause she fine (fine)
Paint your fingernails, ’cause you fly (girl, you fly)
Take her to Chanel, ’cause she fine (fine)
Take her to Chanel, ’cause she fine (fine)
Take her to Chanel, ’cause she fine (fine)
Paint your fingernails, ’cause you fly (girl, you fly)
Take her to Chanel, ’cause she fine (fine)
Take her to Chanel, ’cause she fine (she’s fire)
Take her to Chanel, ’cause she fine (fine)
Take her to Chanel, ’cause she fine (that’s right)
Take her to Chanel, ’cause she fine (fine)
Take her to Chanel, ’cause she fine (she’s fine)
Take her to Chanel, ’cause she fine (fine)
Take her to Chanel, ’cause she fine (that’s right)
[Verse 2: Swae Lee]
How’d I get rich already? (woo!)
[Chorus: Slim Jxmmi & Pharrell Williams]
Take her to Chanel, ’cause she fine (fine)
Take her to Chanel, ’cause she fine (fine)
Take her to Chanel, ’cause she fine (fine)
Paint your fingernails, ’cause you fly (girl, you fly)
Take her to Chanel, ’cause she fine (fine)
Take her to Chanel, ’cause she fine (fine)
Take her to Chanel, ’cause she fine (fine)
Paint your fingernails, ’cause you fly (girl, you fly)
Take her to Chanel, ’cause she fine (fine)
Take her to Chanel, ’cause she fine (she’s fine)
Take her to Chanel, ’cause she fine (fire)
Take her to Chanel, ’cause she fine (that’s right)
Take her to Chanel, ’cause she fine (fine)
Take her to Chanel, ’cause she fine (she’s fine)
Take her to Chanel, ’cause she fine (fine)
Take her to Chanel, ’cause she fine (that’s right)
[Verse 3: Pharrell Williams]
The front row win this time, new Croc bag with the five
Yellow diamonds with the rainbow fire (hot)
Can’t find them shoes I designed
Richard Mille, one time I gotta wind ’cause if I don’t it’ll die (tick)
Jean Imbert when I dine, gotcha like J.R.

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Slim Jxmmi – Brxnks Truck (feat. Rae Sremmurd) lyrics

[Intro]
Ear Drummers
Jxm
[Chorus]
Bring out the Brink’s truck, I’m young, fly and iced up (icy)
100 yard dash, bitch, I had to run my price up
Nigga, boss your life up, I had to boss mine up (ayy)
10,000 dollar outfit, hundred dollar lineup (ayy)
[Verse 1]
You know these bitches checkin’ for me
In the DMs gettin’ naked for me (ayy)
I ain’t even took a dollar out my pocket
And the girls still shakin’ for me (shake, shake)
And I’m frosty like Tony (ayy)
In the club smokin’ weed with the owner (woah)
I can walk on water
Poppin’ Ace of Spades like Corona (ayy)
[Refrain]
When you on top, niggas gon’ hate on you
That’s what they’re s’posed to do, I don’t know how to lose (yeah)
I think the ‘Rari go faster without the roof (skrrt, ayy)
When you on top, niggas gon’ hate on you
That’s what they’re s’posed to do, I don’t know how to lose (yeah)
I think the ‘Rari go faster without the roof (Jxm)
[Verse 2]
Fuckin’ on shawty, I might go a round or two
Stackin’ up, I love how my money counter move (I love it)
N.W.A., nigga with attitude, I got a bag or two
And I dropped out of school (dropout)
I’m goin’ up, check my vertical (check it)
Fuck it, mane, I’m breakin’ every rule (every rule)
TMZ harassin’ me, I got a camera crew (woah)
I’m addicted to shoppin’, so everything brand new (everything brand new, yeah)
I’m friends with the jeweler, my diamonds like Shamu (my diamonds like Shamu, ayy, ooh)
She rubbin’ the head like she applyin’ shampoo (she rubbin’ the head, yeah)
Pretty face, she got a lil’ ass, too (she got a lil’ ass, yeah)
Keep a few racks on me, I used to work in the factory
Niggas been hatin’, that shit never bothered me
I make they bitch come and swallow me
Nut on her back, then I tell her to follow me (woo)
Teacher said that I’m a mothafuckin’ prodigy (Jxm)
When I’m shoppin’, I don’t care what it’s costin’ me
Ten bands, really, that ain’t a lot to me (woo)
Turn up my swag to infinity (Jxm)
I leveled up on these niggas (leveled up)
Yeah, I leveled up (woo, woo)
I bezeled up on these niggas (bezeled up)
Yeah, I bezeled up (woo, woo)
I ain’t got time for no negative energy (no)
I’m on a winnin’ streak, I’m on a killin’ spree (we winnin’, my nigga)
The devil be doin’ the most, but he don’t ever get to me
[Chorus]
Bring out the Brink’s truck, I’m young, fly and iced up (icy)
100 yard dash, bitch, I had to run my price up
Nigga, boss your life up, I had to boss mine up (ayy)
10,000 dollar outfit, hundred dollar lineup (ayy)
[Refrain]
When you on top, niggas gon’ hate on you
That’s what they’re s’posed to do, I don’t know how to lose (yeah)
I think the ‘Rari go faster without the roof (skrrt, ayy)
When you on top, niggas gon’ hate on you
That’s what they’re s’posed to do, I don’t know how to lose (yeah)
I think the ‘Rari go faster without the roof (Jxm)

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Meek Mill – Bust Down (feat. Young Thug) lyrics

(what now?)
Bitches that fronted way back in the day
All on the kid like, “What up now?” (up now?)
I’m like, “What’s up now?” (sup, bitch?)
Fuck with that lame an’ you stuck now (stuck now)
Bulletproof all in the truck now (truck now)
Promethazine in my cup now (cup now)
When you be poppin’, these niggas dick ridin’
An’ pretty bitches want to fuck now (woo)
I’m up now (up now), I guess its love now (love now)
I guess its all cool (all cool), dope in the dog food (dog food)
Lamborghini got her pussy wet, call it a carpool (whoa)
[Chorus: Young Thug]
Brr, homicide, got a new Ferrari with the frog eyes on ’em (uh, brr)
Slim, thick bitch, big titties with some nice thighs on ’em (uh, brr)
Fuck with me, treat you like the street nigga, we gon’ ride on ’em
I’m a megastrar in a foreign car, baby, slip and slide on you
No we not selfish, did that [??] you can’t melt this
I hop out the [?] and they tailless
I pass a mill’ [??] damn quick
Lil’ mama say she won’t suck dick
Lil’ mama just want some new kicks
All of my bitches, they bad bitches
Your bitch wishin’ she was a bad bitch
[Verse 2: Meek Mill]
Put some respect on my name
They got me feeling like Baby
Diamonds, they on me, go crazy
Saint Laurent on me, so wavy
Fucking in around, we ain’t fucking around
I can’t fuck with these niggas, they shady
I know you are [??] for [??]
I know the jeweller who made it (who made it)
Frauds, I know these niggas gon’ talk about ’em (yeah yeah)
We gettin’ money, they talk about it (yeah yeah)
We never ever gon’ talk about it (yeah yeah)
We only trapping and talking dollars
Wait, wait, wait, I’m tryna flip it, get all the profits (flip it)
I have this bitch named [??]
I told that nigga I’m sorry about it
Shawty popping in a dog filter
I’m a dog, I’m a dog nigga (yeah)
I’m a shooter, I don’t call niggas (what)
On the D’Usse like Wall nigga
[??] hit her with the woooh
In the Wraith, stars in the roof
Light her up like Pikachu
In the Ghost, playing Peak-a-boo
Wait, wait, wait, niggas can’t figure me out, hey
I got this dick in her [??], hey
I keep a brick in the couch, hey
Sit on that shit in a drought, hey
Tell her [??] them out, hey
Stack it up, bag it up, add it up, [??], we shipping it out
[Chorus: Young Thug]
Brr, homicide, got a new Ferrari with the frog eyes on ’em (uh, brr)
Slim, thick bitch, big titties with some nice thighs on ’em (uh, brr)
Fuck with me, treat you like the street nigga, we gon’ ride on ’em
I’m a megastrar in a foreign car, baby, slip and slide on you
No we not selfish, did that [??] you can’t melt this
I hop out the [?] and they tailless
I pass a mill’ [??] damn quick
Lil’ mama say she won’t suck dick
Lil’ mama just want some new kicks
All of my bitches, they bad bitches
Your bitch wishin’ she was a bad bitch
[Verse 3: Young Thug]
Ho’ up, my lil’ bitch want some new Chucks
Suck up, suck on that dick, baby
Suck it, suck it ’til you get the hiccups
Ha, look at the wrist
Drift on that dick and get you hiccups
Hop out the back
Hop out like uno dos tres
Hah, bitch, I’m back
Popping them perc by the thirties
She say I taste like a pimp
I say [??] she want [??]
Jump out that bitch from the back
Slurp, baby, slurp, baby, slurp
Slurp it up until you burp
Rihanna, Rihanna, work, work, work, work
We popping bubblegums, we popping bubblegums (yeah yeah yeah)
We popping bubblegums, (yeah yeah yeah)
We pop like bubblegums
It’s our year now
We popping bublegums
We coming ’round for some
You know you want some
He ain’t know we keep going down, I’ma keep going, never never never
Never let ’em have it, never let ’em have it
[??], never let ’em have it
[??], see this shit
Now I’m freezed though, give me hiccups
Jewellery [??]
Lost a mil’, got it right back, nigga, please believe us
[Chorus: Young Thug]
Brr, homicide, got a new Ferrari with the frog eyes on ’em (uh, brr)
Slim, thick bitch, big titties with some nice thighs on ’em (uh, brr)
Fuck with me, treat you like the street nigga, we gon’ ride on ’em
I’m a megastrar in a foreign car, baby, slip and slide on you
No we not selfish, did that [??] you can’t melt this
I hop out the [?] and they tailless
I pass a mill’ [??] damn quick
Lil’ mama say she won’t suck dick
Lil’ mama just want some new kicks
All of my bitches, they bad bitches
Your bitch wishin’ she was a bad bitch [Verse 1: Meek Mill]
Uh, keepin’ the driller, I walk in the dealer
I’m ’bout to go ham with my young niggas (word)
You know the rule, if you see me in traffic
Don’t dap me, you know I don’t fuck with you (word)
Rollin’ with Nicki and we in the ‘Bach and she hit it
‘Cause I brought the drugs with us (word)
You know I’m fresh out the slums, nigga (slums, nigga)
I know it never was love, nigga (woo)
I’m in the trenches, I’m hangin’ with killers
An’ robbers an’ all of the drug dealers (hitter)
We in the section, we plottin’ on takin’ your chain
When you leave out the club, nigga (stick ’em)
Show no mercy like a lago ([?])
Ain’t no money, ain’t no convo (convo)
Get your bitch some Louboutins, though
In the back, hit it with the combo (hey-ya)
Bust down, bust down (bust down)
Meek Milly back, like, what now?

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Chance The Rapper – My Peak (feat. Future & King Louie) lyrics

Reid and tell his ass it’s time to run it up
Doin’ all this countin’ my own I need some new thumbs
I heard they say they gon’ do something to me, tell ’em “do something”
Live nation checks with my name give me goosebumps
I’ll book a flight for your girl and make your boo cum
Slide on the prey in a day and make the news come
I had a few fights for my life and I ain’t lose one
Nothing come for free, nothing come for free
When I’m with your spouse, she gon’ cum for me
You don’t want no problems, they go down for me
We can ball and kick it, come and pump with me, ah
[Chorus: Future]
Head full of smoke
Body full of ink
I don’t measure it no more, I pour it ’til it’s pink
As I’m lifting up the doors, droppin’ ashes on the seat, whoa
I ain’t barely reach my peak, no
I ain’t barely reach my peak, no
I ain’t barely reach my peak
As I’m lifting up the doors, droppin’ ashes on the seat, whoa
I ain’t barely reach my peak, no [Intro: Future]
Yeah, gotta believe us
Super
[Chorus: Future]
Head full of smoke
Body full of ink
I don’t measure it no more, I pour it ’til it’s pink
As I’m lifting up the doors, droppin’ ashes on the seats, whoa
I ain’t barely reach my peak, no
I ain’t barely reach my peak, no
I ain’t barely reach my peak
As I’m lifting up the doors, droppin’ ashes on the seats, whoa
I ain’t barely reach my peak, no
[Verse 1: Chance The Rapper]
My baby mama finna get her masters (bravo!)
I just hit the office, that’s the FAFSA (line up)
I don’t wanna hear about no masters (no, no)
I just hit my pastor, it’s faster (okay, okay)
They gon’ point to Cuba when I pass away
I probably still be ballin’ on my Cast Away
I just got a text that say keep goin’ (alright, alright)
I just got a check that say keep goin’
Hurricane Jericho, born-bred Crane mode
Everything player code, phone airplane mode (alright alright)
Nothing come for free, nothing come for free
You might be the devil, you don’t fuck with me
I’ma keep makin’, I make extra payments
I’m a free agent like the second Matrix
I’mma make them nations deal us reparations (alright alright)
Been dancing round the town like I was Kevin Bacon (alright alright)
I be doing shit they only think about
I might throw a milli in the Chase account
Nothing come for free, nothing come for free
You might be the feds, you don’t fuck with me
[Chorus: Future]
Head full of smoke
Body full of ink
I don’t measure it no more, I pour it ’til it’s pink
As I’m lifting up the doors, droppin’ ashes on the seat, whoa
I ain’t barely reach my peak, no
I ain’t barely reach my peak, no
I ain’t barely reach my peak
As I’m lifting up the doors, droppin’ ashes on the seat, whoa
I ain’t barely reach my peak, no
[Verse 2: King Louie]
I just went on tour an’ got a check to do some shit I love
Call up L.A.

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Powers Pleasant – Pull Up (feat. Joey Bada$$ & A$AP Ferg) lyrics

[Intro: Joey Bada$$, CJ Fly]
Badmon
Yo Power, this a really great beat
[Chorus: Joey Bada$$]
Got my leg up out the window, ay
I’m just flexing if you didn’t know, ay
I see stars when I look up
Niggas talk that talk until I pull up
Until I pull up, pull up, pull up, pull up
Until I pull up, pull up, pull up, pull up
Until I pull up, pull up, pull up, pull up
Until I pull up
[Verse 1: Joey Bada$$]
Okay, wise man once told me keep my foot on the gas
Never look back, what’s on my dash? Never mind that, movin’ too fast
Gotta stay on my track, servin’ your hoe, that’s a reflex
I’m on the go, I cannot relax
Diamonds and gold and the Rolex
Grippin’ on that Glock4, playin’ Russian roulette
Hold up, stay in your lane, nigga never pass me
Fuck 5-0, they will never catch me
Only time I drive slow is for the paparazzi
Just to get a good pic, then it’s back to godspeed
Hopped in the Porsche, hit the bright high beams
Think about when they tried to kill my dreams
Now the only time they see me, I be on the big screen
Hit a big score, now we doing big tings
[Chorus: Joey Bada$$]
Got my leg up out the window
I’m just flexing if you didn’t know
I see stars when I look up
Niggas talk that talk until I pull up
Until I pull up, pull up, pull up, pull up
Until I pull up, pull up, pull up, pull up
Until I pull up, pull up, pull up, pull up
Until I pull up
[Verse 2: A$AP Ferg]
I’ma pull up in the new Zonda, all my clothes designer
Twenty eighteen, new Prada, on the yacht like a pirate
Broke niggas still in that Honda, I put that on my mama
Tell that girl come to Bahamas, fuckin’ her in her pajamas
I’ma glean on ’em like King Tut, in the Maserati going nuts
What I’m drivin’ is exotic, pull up and I’m doing donuts
See you flashin’ on ten bucks, you niggas gettin’ no love
Leg hangin’ out the window, I used to take the bus
[Chorus: Joey Bada$$]
Got my leg up out the window
I’m just flexing if you didn’t know
I see stars when I look up
Niggas talk that talk until I pull up
Until I pull up, pull up, pull up, pull up
Until I pull up, pull up, pull up, pull up
Until I pull up, pull up, pull up, pull up
Until I pull up

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Slowthai – Netflix + lyrics

[Hook]
Wake up in my sleep
This ain’t the type of life for me
Feel I get taxed everytime I breathe
Money only cloud my dreams
[Verse 1]
Watching netflix
Iphone rings, you project it
Snapchat pretty girl send me
Pictures of them dressin’
Trying to talk about life I didn’t get it
Trying to walk tru’ life and get it
Do you get it? You get it? What you need? You gotta vizualize
I see myself in a bathroom of love
I don’t need much else but a spliff and a hug
I’m thinking about my time on this earth and what it’s worth
Maybe you should figure it out (x2)
[Hook]
Wake up in my sleep
This ain’t the type of life for me
Feel I get taxed everytime I breathe
Money only cloud my dreams I’m thinking about my time on this earth and what it’s worth
Maybe you should figure it out (x2)
[Hook]
Wake up in my sleep
This ain’t the type of life for me
Feel I get taxed everytime I breathe
Money only cloud my dreams
[Verse 2]
Watching life go by
Everybody in their eyes hypnotyize
Self reflection, got to quit your career or size
What you want?

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Slowthai – Ladies lyrics

Fan girls getting eyed up, it’s best to keep your eyes shut
Too nice to keep my eyes off
That’s fresh Kate, hands off
Crush grapes and bake off
I always take days off
Praying that it pays off
Stereotype me, that’s a waster
See myself like a Baidar, never been a faker
Baby boy from the manger, east midlands popper
Pocker think I’m selling A-class
Went to see a doctor, he said my life was made up
What you do with no options? Can you give the boy a blight? Scumpy sipping
Lamborgini, never walk a breeny
Got a fam like Averyx
They sell, they sell shore for flavors
I wouldn’t sell myself out for a dough and acres
I want a wife that’s gracious
And we can get a yard that’s big in barbados
I appreciate queens ‘cus they made us
I’ll prolly see what’s your fragrence, tasting like badies
Put me in a spell like seance
Shelter when it’s rainy, Bob Marley, what’s your preference
Yeah, this one’s for the
Yeah, this one’s for the
Yeah, this one’s for the
[Hook]
This one’s for the ladies
‘Cus they have our babies
And they drive us crazy
But they made us men
This one’s for the ladies
‘Cus they have our babies
Yeah they drive us crazy
But they made us men
Brr I’m just tryna get by, always told me lies
Now they stood outside, praying at demise
I’m an eagle flying, throught the brease, they chat I glide
Like steez I’m T-sus Christ
They nice, when I’m twice as nice
Now your girl’s crooking
Now your mumsy nice
Now your girl’s crooking
Now your mumsy nice
[Hook]
This one’s for the ladies
‘Cus they have our babies
And they drive us crazy
But they made us men
This one’s for the ladies
‘Cus they have our babies
And they drive us crazy
But they made us men
[Verse 2]
Thorn in my foot, no one helped me out
Im not unpure, neither good, like thats not allowed
I tried talking to God, can you help me out? Never got a response, only asked as a child
Been unsure on trial, I’m sure that ill walk this out
Caught this flight, deja vu, already lived this life
So the path that I’m on yeah, this one’s mine
No more sleep
No more lines
No more breachin’
No more fines
No more tack
And no more nights
In on the curfew, early nights
No more jobseekers
No more teamleaders, who ain’t been leaders
No more swinging out fights
Everybody swinging out nice, like nobody dies
But it’s scumbag season
I’ll come back when no come back needed
Man like lil’ Jo I’m squeezing
Prolly smoke more I’m leaning
8 year old’s blow bags breathing
Nowadays cognac sipping
Back then? Like a squirrel for an acorn, pulling out my hair
I ain’t getting no payrolls
Searching for gold at the end of the rainbow
I’m at a yellow brick road, doing up angel
Tell her do it ‘cus I said so
Invade your king
I ain’t trying to get a bay raw, life a sin
Can you give the boy a halo? [Verse 1]
Lines don’t loose sleep of lipping in the sheet
Nothing seems real ’till it lands at your feet
We all pay bills, I’ve got gaps in my teeth
They never gave me luck, they’re just gaps in my teeth
I smile a lot; why not?

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Slowthai – T N Biscuits lyrics

[Verse 2]
On serious note, I joke
I ain’t a serious bloke, I smoke
Jump on a beat like a frog of a boat
Take a leap, just float
Take a leaf out my book, I know
Tried to believe them, lost all hope
I just wanna chill, go home
Jump on my push bike and I zone
Ring ring ring, answer my phone
Getting sick of my own ringtone
Pedal on shit so long
People need to go, grow a back bone
I’m bad to the bone, yeah biddididi
And I mash up the flow, getting silly widdit
Yeah, timid never know I put my spirit in it
Real in the zone like
[Verse 3]
It’s T
None of me sounds like them, chief
I put the T in 10, deep
More melodies than doe
Dun’ know what you dun’ know, it’s T
I put the T in trend, me
About to run something, scene
About to don this ting, ‘ow ya mean? Come through the fog I’m king on a road
Digging for gold
Run from the boy them hood on the low
Switch off my phone, ain’t going home
Locked in a box, stuck in a zone
Zone out again, sit and reflect
Dodging the pen like a dog in a yard
So I ain’t going yard, walk in the dark
Walk in the park I ain’t playing no Giggs
[Verse 4]
Bunning a blem, chill doing trips
10/10, Tell them again
Blind to the sky, live on a high
Feed the supply to all the mandem
Slowthai lagging, body bagging a witch
Steady slanging that talisman shit, ay
I’m a G, yes
Draw for the knife and the CS
Bally on tight, F the BS, PS
Come around here, leave teeth-less
Jesus couldn’t save this yout
Don’t pray to him he ain’t saving you
Hate me, you must hate the truth
Box your chin and make you change your tune
If it’s gonna get physical
Slyly I’m gonna bring in a tool
Try me you could get slumped in two
One bang, two bang, smoking a zoot
If it’s gonna get physical
Slyly I’m gonna bring in a tool
Try me you could get slumped in two
One bang, two bang, smoking a zoot
[Outro]
Rrrrah
And the farmers are coming
Pitchforks sharp and they comin’, comin’
Mhahahahah [Verse 1]
Drug dealer
I wear Nike, not Fila
Lean like Tower Pisa, I smile like Mona Lisa
I’ve had enough of 36 shots, 72 had to double up
Mainstream tunes, couldn’t make one
That was mathematics for the class clown dunce
ABC’s I wanted Q’s
Get a B, make 2
Crime Watch, mandem face on news
Directs spamming, pay me dues
Greed for money, gas like juice
Take it lightly, it’s just food
Certain man haffi kill of the mood
Come like Christmas, why be Scrooge?

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Slim Jxmmi – Anti-Social Smokers Club (feat. Zoë Kravitz) lyrics

(Bust it)
Nigga say he with the crew, but no the fuck you ain’t (fuck you ain’t)
I can see it in your eyes that you a fuckin’ snake (you a snake)
Killin’ haters with success, I’m drippin’ like a lake (drip,drip, drip)
Ayo D, I got that guap that make them bitches shake (shake, shake, shake)
See me in that drop, they hyperventilate
That’s why your boyfriend wanna take me on a dinner date
[Chorus: Slim Jxmmi & (Zoë Kravitz)]
Uh, bitch, you see this money that we spendin’, it ain’t counterfeit (ain’t counterfeit)
Them niggas can’t get in the buildin’, they ain’t on the list (ain’t on the list)
Just know you with some bosses if you fuckin’ with the clique (what, what?)
We came to get it poppin’, tell me if you with the shit
No these niggas cannot smoke with us, it’s over with (over with)
No these niggas did not come with us, it’s over with (over with)
No these niggas cannot smoke with us, it’s over with (over with)
No these niggas did not come with us, it’s over with (over with) [Intro: Slim Jxmmi]
Slim Jxmmi
Ear Drummers
[Verse 1: Slim Jxmmi]
Uh, straight up out a fuckin’ dream (yeah)
Michael Jordan with the rings (rings)
Louis to my fuckin’ sleeves (agh)
Bitch, you see who bustin’ cheese (agh)
Come and hit this fuckin’ weed (come here)
Live, ride, smoke, luxury (woo)
Swear this shit ain’t nothin’ to me (ain’t nothin’)
Blowin’ money fun to me (look)
What this money done to me? (What, what)
All you smell is Backwoods and Swisher Sweets in here (coo, coo)
Keep them bottles poppin’, bitches tryna drink in here (it’s lit, hey)
I’m in space, what’s in my cup, might be that dirty drank (dirty drank)
Spending paper in the club, who tryna break the bank? All these motherfuckin’ haters
I’ma give ’em somethin’ to see (show ’em how)
All this motherfuckin’ paper, I’ma spend it how I please (blow it)
50K on some jewelry, I got chains, I got rings (yeah)
I got chains, I got rings (yeah)
I got chains, I got rings (woah)
Damn, that young nigga fleek (yeah)
Dirty Timbs, Nudie jeans (ugh)
Hundreds bustin’ through the seams (ugh)
Man, these niggas losin’ steam
LV’s all over me (yeah)
You know who the fuck it be (Slim Jxmmi)
[Chorus: Slim Jxmmi]
Bitch, you see this money that we spendin’, it ain’t counterfeit (ain’t counterfeit)
Them niggas can’t get in the buildin’, they ain’t on the list (ain’t on the list)
Just know you with some bosses if you fuckin’ with the clique (what, what)
We came to get it poppin’, tell me if you with the shit (you with the shit)
No these niggas cannot smoke with us, it’s over with (over with)
No these niggas did not come with us, it’s over with (over with)
No these niggas cannot smoke with us, it’s over with (Zoë Krav, yeah)
No these niggas did not come with us, it’s over with
[Verse 2: Zoë Kravitz]
They done fucked up and let me bring all this tree in here (who let me?)
Who the fuck gon help me smoke up all this reefer here?

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Death Grips – Streaky lyrics

[Intro]
Streaky
Streaky, streaky, streaky
Streaky
Streaky, streaky, streaky, yeah
[Hook]
Streaky on the outside, stand by, dealer hold a franchise
Southside, do me ’cause it sounds tight
Streaky on the outside, oh my (yuh), oh my (yuh)
Booty on the outside, stand by, dealer hold a franchise
Southside, do me ’cause it sounds tight
Booty on the outside, oh my (yuh), oh my (yuh)
Flag full of backslide, bye-bye, do me ’cause it sounds tight
Streaky on the outside, oh my (yuh), oh my (yuh)
Streaky on the outside, stand by, dealer hold a franchise
Bye-bye, do me ’cause it sounds tight
Booty on the outside, oh my (yuh), oh my (yuh), oh my
[Post-Hook]
Don’t throw it on the ground, yuh
Take me to the bank, certified amount
How I heard about, she’s a walkabout
Dreamtime announced
Don’t leave your shit around, what
Take me to the bank, certified amount
How I heard about, she’s a walkabout
Dream time announced
Booty on the outside
[Verse 1]
Can’t double back, double stack, triple stack, jetpack
Low crack, low sale, grand prize, pay ’em gram, can’t lag
Might pay to feed that, speed gap (oh my)
Lost highway, speed neck, seek Jane
On deck with no grease trap
High stake that, one-take track, can’t fake that
Cut it back, go back, back, take that
[Hook]
Flag full of backslide, bye-bye, do me ’cause it sounds tight
Streaky on the outside, oh my (yuh), oh my (yuh)
Streaky on the outside, stand by, dealer hold a franchise
Bye-bye, do me ’cause it sounds tight
Booty on the outside, oh my (yuh), oh my (yuh), oh my (yuh)
Booty on the outside
[Verse 2]
Keratin on pants dried, good to paraglide, blare a fie
Surfin’ through a tail pipe
Stick shift stun drive, turn on a tail light, sail like
Learn you how to dead right
Bounce with no downside, down for that joyride
Ghostride, bouta do a no rod, low ride, grip it like a cheetah fly
Bonafide creeper type
[Hook]
Streaky on the outside, stand by, dealer hold a franchise
Southside, do me ’cause it sounds tight
Streaky on the outside, oh my (yuh), oh my (yuh)
Booty on the outside, stand by, dealer hold a franchise
Southside, do me ’cause it sounds tight
Booty on the outside, oh my (yuh), oh my (yuh)
[Post-Hook]
Don’t throw it on the ground, yuh
Take me to the bank, certified amount
How I heard about, she’s a walkabout
Dream time announced
Don’t leave your shit around, what
Take me to the bank, certified amount
How I heard about, she’s a walkabout
Dream time announced
Streaky on the outside
[Bridge]
Streaky
Streaky, streaky, streaky
Streaky
Streaky, streaky, streaky
Booty on the outside
Streaky
Streaky, streaky, streaky
Streaky
Streaky, streaky, streaky
Booty on the outside
[Hook]
Flag full of backslide, bye-bye, do me ’cause it sounds tight
Streaky on the outside, oh my (yuh), oh my (yuh)
Streaky on the outside, stand by, dealer hold a franchise
Bye-bye, do me ’cause it sounds tight
Booty on the outside, oh my (yuh), oh my (yuh), oh my (yuh)
Booty on the outside

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Hannibal Abdullah-El – Gangster Fairytales lyrics

Chorus:
Gangster,
Gangster Fairytales
You meet us
Ya greet us
You see us everyday
We natural born leaders Or somebody beat with barbwire?,
Weirdo,
Who wanna be a hero
Probably shit on ya self
If you seen a whole kilo,
Armchair revolutionaries
Act hard but scary
I’ll cast the first stone
Nobody has to dare me,
Are you a man or a mouse
Im looking for soldiers
Like that cat
Who started dumpin on the White House,
Are you a man or a mouse
Im looking for soldiers
Like that cat
Who started dumpin on the White House,
That’s gangster
Chorus:
Gangster,
Gangster Fairytales
You meet us
Ya greet us
You see us everyday
We natural born leaders
Verse: 2
Watching videos
Don’t get caught up in the glamour and glitz
Fat rides
Half naked women and tight spits
I prefer to drop science
Create a tight alliance
Change the system from within
Sort of a silent defiance
On this world wide monopoly
From here to Tripoli
Ain’t no stopping me im free
Not state property
Slanging yo asshole and lyrics
Like commodities
No tellin’ on myslef on a record
Thats an atrocity
Like a bumblebee
Only stinging when attacked
Counter attack
To yo head, legs, arms and back
Ranaway so fast people thought you ran track
Mess with me you’d rather smoke crack
Or jump in needle haystacks
Thats gangsta! Verse: 3
On my way to school
I dodged murder plots
Crooked cops
Never knew my moms
The streets were my pops,
Use to get called a nerd
Didn’t faze me
Cuz some knew in my pocket
That I packed a .380,
Calm before a storm
Like a soldier in Vietnam
Ready to set it off
And get it on,
Fudge packers
Black crackers
Back packers
And bisexual B-Boys
Need to be sued for malpractice,
Giving no repreive
Keeping tricks up my sleeve
Slaying Adam and Steve
Who hate Adam and Eve,
It gets scary to them
They can not stop us
On warships, submarines,
Planes, tanks and helicopters,
Think what would happen
If we said sam i quit
Working for you
By the way this is our shit,
Like corporate takeovers
Give em a makeover,
Get bush drunk
Put em’ on house arrest
Then beat him till he sober,
Daz gangster! Chorus:
Gangster,
Gangster Fairytales
You meet us
Ya greet us
You see us everyday
We natural born leaders
Verse: 1
I can tell ya kind
Delusions from tv on ya mind
Eatin’ swine
Sippin on cheap wine,
Ya ass crack showin
Thats why we far behind
Its cool
Thats why im hear
To raise the deaf, dumb and blind,
You think your handsome
Get kidnapped
Held for ransom,
You ya wife, momma, daughter, grandparents and grandson,
Ever heard the sound of automatic gunfire? Seen a life expire?

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Chance The Rapper – Juke Jam (feat. Justin Bieber & Towkio) lyrics

[Verse 1: Chance The Rapper]
We used to roll at the rink, we used to roll at the rink
I used to talk way too much, you used to know everything
You couldn’t stand me, I couldn’t stand you
You said I’m steady playin’, but you steady playin’ too
Your big brother foot work
Your play sister Juke
The rink was the place but in that space and time I was too young for you
As you were for me, too worried ’bout Frooties and Chews
‘Til I found out all the shawdy’s with cooties was cute
And realized what booties can do
[Hook: Towkio]
We gon’ get it poppin’
We gon’ get it Jukin’
We gon’ throw a party
We ain’t gotta do shit
You came with your best friend
Came up with for the weekend
Rolling with your parties
So tell me what you thinkin’
So we gon’ have a juke jam
So we gon’ have a juke jam
We can have a party, just listening to music
Like we used to do
I’ll get close to you
I remember you
You used to “I remember you”
[Bridge: Justin Bieber]
We’ve got so much history baby, maybe
Maybe you and I were meant to be
Maybe I’m crazy
[Verse 2: Chance The Rapper]
We never rolled at the rink
We would just go to the rink
You ain’t buy tokens no more
You just hip roll at the rink
You had a nigga, I couldn’t stand him
But when they play “Take You Down”, Chris Brown
I am his stand-in
I mean it’s just dancing
It’s harmless as fuck
Then I put my waist through your hips
And your legs and my arms just to harness you up
Then we hit the floor
All the kiddies stop skating
To see grown folks do, what grown folks do
When they grown and they dating
[Bridge: Justin Bieber]
We’ve got so much history baby, maybe
Maybe you and I were meant to be
Maybe I’m crazy
Crazy about you
[Hook: Towkio]
We gon’ get it poppin’
We gon’ get it Jukin’
We gon’ throw a party
We ain’t gotta do shit
You came with your best friend
Who came up for the weekend
Rollin with the parties
So tell me what you thinkin’
So we gon’ have a juke jam
So we gon’ have a juke jam
We can have a party, just listening to music
Like we used to do
I’ll get close to you
I remember you
You used to “I remember you”
[Outro: Justin Bieber]
We’ve got so much history baby (juke)
Maybe (juke)

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