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Future

Mask Off

Mask Off by Future

Call it how it is (Call it how it is) Hendrix I promise, I swear, I swear You heard, spit it, yo Percocets (Ya), molly, Percocets (Percocets) Percocets (Ya), molly, Percocets (Percocets) Rep the set (Yee), gotta rep the set (Gang, gang) Chase a check (Chase it), never chase a bitch (Don't chase no bitches) Mask on (Off), fuck it, mask off (Mask) Mask on (Off), fuck it, mask off (Mask) Percocets ('Cets), molly, Percocets (Percocets) Chase a check (Chase it), never chase a bitch (Don't chase no bitches) Two cups (Cup), toast up with the gang (Gang, gang) From food stamps to a whole 'nother domain, ya Out the bottom (Ye), I'm the livin' proof (Super) Ain't compromisin' (Woah), half a million on the coupe (Gang, gang) Drug houses (where), lookin' like Peru (Woah, woah, woah) Graduated (Crazy), I was overdue (I'm on due) Pink molly (Molly), I can barely move (Barely move) Ask about me ('Bout me), I'm gon' bust a move Rick James (James), thirty-three chains (Thirty-three) Ocean air (Air), cruisin' Biscayne Top off (Ya), that’s a liability (Big foreigns) Hit the gas (Gas), boostin' my adrenaline (Big foreigns) You might also like Percocets (Ye), molly, Percocets (Big foreigns) Percocets (Ye), molly, Percocets (Big foreigns) Rep the set (Ye), gotta rep the set (Gang, gang) Chase a check (Chase it) (Ye), never chase a bitch (Don't chase no bitches) (Big foreigns) Mask on (Off) (Ye), fuck it, mask off (Mask) (Big foreigns) Mask on (Off) (Ye), fuck it, mask off (Mask) (Big foreigns) Percocets (Ye), molly, Percocets (Big foreigns) Chase a check (Chase it) (Ye, ye), never chase a bitch (Don't chase no bitches) Ford or Maybach (Ford or), I drive anything (Ye) Buy my Range (Ye), make 'em go insane (Ye) (Oh my Lord, praise him be) My guillotine, drank promethazine (Drank prometh') TEC and beams (Ya), go to those extremes (Let's go, let's go) Parliament (Parliament), calamari Wednesday (Ya) Parlay in Vegas, we was in attendance (What's good, what's good) Before the business (Yeah), Theodore lenses Theo-Dur prescriptions (Ya), focus on the missions (Fo' my) Intermission (Hol' up), never take a break (We can pull up) Switch states, touch down, foreign plates (Speech) Ain't no way, ain't no fuckin' way (No) We call the play, we didn't come to play (No) Rob the bank, we gon' rob the game (Gang) They gang, we gang (Gang) But they are not the same (Freebandz) Percocets (Ye), molly, Percocets (Big foreigns) Percocets (Ye), molly, Percocets (Big foreigns) Rep the set (Ye), gotta rep the set (Gang, gang) Chase a check (Chase it) (Ye), never chase a bitch (Don't chase no bitches) (Big foreigns) Mask on (Off) (Ye), fuck it, mask off (Mask) (Big foreigns) Mask on (Off) (Ye), fuck it, mask off (Mask) (Big foreigns) Percocets (Ye), molly, Percocets (Big foreigns) Chase a check (Chase it) (Ye, ye), never chase a bitch (Don't chase no bitches) Mask on, fuck it, mask off Mask on, fuck it, mask off Mask on, fuck it, mask off Gas gone, never nod off (Cold chills, prison cells) (Oh my Lord, praise him be)

Future

Low Life

Low Life by Future (Ft. The Weeknd)

High, high, get, get, gettin' high, everybody gettin' high Get, get, get, gettin' high, you're unbelievably high I just took some molly, what else? (Hey) Got some bitch from Follies with us ('Scuse me, 'scuse me) She gon' fuck the squad, what else? (I swear) I'ma fuck her broads, what else? (Yeah, yeah!) Bitch from Pakistan, what up? ('Rari!) Ferraris and them Lambs, what else? (Skrrt, skrrt!) 'Bout to fuck this club up, what else? (Yeah, yeah!) (Metro Boomin want some more, nigga!) (Turn up) I turn the Ritz into a poor house (Turn up) It's like eviction number four now (Woo) Go 'head and ash it on the floor now (Swear) Girl, go 'head and show me how you go down And I feel my whole body peakin' (Yeah) And I'm fuckin' anybody with they legs wide (Racks) Gettin' faded with some bitches from the West Side (Woo) East coast nigga reppin' North Side, never waste a ho's time (Freebandz) Bitch, I'm on my own time, fuck a nigga co-sign (Woo) Always change my number and my phone line (And my, and my) Baby girl, I don't lie, used to have no money for a crib (Turn up) Now my room service bill cost your whole life (Ayy) If they try to stunt me, I go all out military (Turn up) I'm camo'd all out, like I'm in the military (Turn up) And free up all my niggas locked up in the penitenti' (Swear) 'Cause I'm always reppin' for that low life You might also like Reppin' for that low life (Turn up), low life, low life Low life, know I'm reppin' for that low Low life (Representin'), yeah (I'm representin') Said I'm reppin' for that low life (Representin') Low life, low life, low life, low life (I'm representin' for that low life) Said I'm repping for that low life (I'm reppin', that's reppin', I'm reppin') Low life, low life, low life (Rep, rep, rep, rep, rep, rep, rep, woo, woo, woo, woo) Yeah Wake up, take a sip of Ace of Spade like it's water I been on the molly and them Xans with your daughter If she catch me cheating, I won't ever tell her, "sorry" If she catch me cheating, I will never tell her, "sorry" Porsches in the valet, I got Bentleys, I got 'Raris Taking pain pills on the plane, gettin' chartered Poppin' tags on tags, I was starvin' Bitch, I got the juice and the carbine Turn a five star hotel to a traphouse Roaches everywhere, like we forgot to take the trash out Flood my cross with ice, gettin' money my religion Got my baby momma and my side bitch kissin' I turn the Ritz into a lean house This the sixth time gettin' kicked out I can't feel my face, I'm on Adderall, nauseous Niggas tryna ride my fuckin' wave, now they salty Runnin' with the wave, get you killed quick Shoot you in your back like you Ricky Li'l Mexico, with no life to afterlife My whole life, my whole life 'Cause I'm always reppin' for that low life (Wait), low life, low life Low life, know I'm reppin' for that low Low life (Representin'), yeah (I'm representin') Said I'm reppin' for that low life (Representin', wait) Low life, low life, low life, low life (I'm representin' for that low life, for the low life) Said I'm repping for that low life (For the low life, I'm reppin' for the low life) Low life, low life, low life (Wait, wait, low life) Yeah Yeah, they stereotypin' 'Cause they know a nigga keep ten rifles (Ten rifles) And they know a nigga keep ten snipers (Ten snipers) Keepin' baby bottles like we wearin' diapers Yeah, they stereotypin' 'Cause they know a nigga keep twenty rifles And they know a nigga keep twenty snipers And they know a nigga keep ten wifeys (Ha-ha-ha!) Sniper, sniper, sniper, sniper, sniper Wifey, wifey, wifey, wifey, wifey That's your wifey, wifey, wifey, wifey, wifey? I think I like her, like her, like her, like her That's your wifey, wifey, wifey, wifey, wifey? I think I like her, like her, like her, like her Oh, that's your wifey, wifey, wifey, wifey, wifey? I think I like her, like her, like her, like her, ha Getting high, getting high, getting high, everybody getting high Getting high, getting high, getting high, everybody getting high Getting high, getting high, getting high, everybody getting high Getting high, getting high, getting high, and I'm the reason why I just took some molly, what else? (Getting high, getting high, getting high, everybody getting high) Got some bitch from Follies with us (Getting high, getting high, getting high, everybody getting high) She gon' fuck the squad, what else? (Getting high, getting high, getting high, everybody getting high) I'ma fuck her broads, what else? (Getting high, getting high, getting high, and I'm the reason why) Bitch from Pakistan, what up? Ferraris and them Lambs, what else? 'Bout to fuck this club up, what else? We 'bout to fuck this club up, what else?

Future

Life Is Good

Life Is Good by Future (Ft. Drake)

Workin' on a weekend like usual Way off in the deep end like usual Niggas swear they passed us, they doin' too much Haven't done my taxes, I'm too turnt up Virgil got a Patek on my wrist goin' nuts Niggas caught me slippin' once, okay, so what? Someone hit your block up, I'd tell you if it was us Manor house in Rosewood, this shit too plush Say my days are numbered, but I keep wakin' up Know you see my texts, baby, please say some' Wine by the glass, your man a cheapskate, huh? Niggas gotta move off my release day, huh Bitch, this is fame, not clout I don't even know what that's about, watch your mouth Baby got a ego twice the size of the crib I can never tell her shit, it is what it is (What) Said what I had to and did what I did (Ayy) Never turn my back on FBG, God forbid Virgil got the Patek on my wrist doin' front flips Givin' you my number, but don't hit me on no dumb shit You might also like Workin' on a weekend like usual Way off in the deep end like usual (Like usual) Niggas swear they passed us, they doin' too much Haven't done my taxes, I'm too turnt up Virgil got a Patek on my wrist goin' nuts Niggas caught me slippin' once, okay, so what? Someone hit your block up, I'd tell you if it was us Manor house in Rosewood, this shit too plush It's cool, man, got red bottoms on Life is good, you know what I mean? Like Yeah, hunnid thousand for the cheapest ring on a nigga finger, lil' bitch, woo I done flew one out to Spain to be in my domain and Audemars-ed the bitch, woo Dropped three dollars on a ring, cost a Bentley truck, lil' bitch, woo I was in the trap servin' cocaine, I ain't been the same since, woo Granny, she was standin' right there while I catch a play on a brick, woo I make them lil' niggas go haywire, Taliban in this bitch, woo I done been down bad in them trenches, had to ride with that stick, woo Who gave you pills? Who gave you that dust? Pluto sent you on a lick, woo Too many convicts that roll with me to play in this shit, woo I'm tryna avoid nonsense, get Osama spray in this bitch, woo They at the candlelight lightin' it up, nigga, anybody can get it, woo I'm on a PJ lightin' it up, Backwood full of sticky, woo I'm tryna tote that Draco in London and it's extended, woo They gotta stretch a nigga out, we gon' die for this shit, woo Yeah, I ride for my niggas, I lie to my bitch, woo We some poor, high-class niggas, made it, we rich, yeah I was at the bando, got a penthouse for a closet, woo It's like a chandelier on my neck, my wrist, woo I got pink toes that talk different languages, woo Got Promethazine in my blood and Percocet, yeah Hunnid thousand for the cheapest ring on a nigga finger, lil' bitch, woo I done flew one out to Spain to be in my domain and Audemars-ed the bitch, woo Dropped three dollars on a ring, cost a Bentley truck, lil' bitch, woo I was in the trap servin' cocaine, I ain't been the same since Racks by the ton, I call up Serena I go tremendo for new fettuccine All fact though, carat the pinky All fact though, we ordered the Fiji I'm in the loop with the voo, I'm in the loop with the woo, which one you workin'? I'll put your face on the news, I'll put the pussy on the shirt after I murk it Then make 'em go shoot up the hearse, cost me a quarter bird, nigga, it's worth it And you a maniac, a fuckin' alien, how you splurgin'? Got that kitty cat, I'm havin' fun with that, goin' Birkin Yeah, hunnid thousand for the cheapest ring on a nigga finger, lil' bitch, woo I done flew one out to Spain to be in my domain and Audemars-ed the bitch, woo Dropped three dollars on a ring, cost a Bentley truck, lil' bitch, woo I was in the trap servin' cocaine, I ain't been the same since, woo Hunnid thousand for the cheapest ring on a nigga finger, lil' bitch Hunnid thousand for the cheapest ring on a nigga finger, lil' bitch, yeah Hunnid thousand for the cheapest ring on a nigga finger, lil' bitch, uh Hunnid thousand for the cheapest ring on a nigga finger, lil' bitch

Future

March Madness

March Madness by Future

Dress it up and make it real for me Hahaha Whatever that fuckin' mean (808 Mafia) Dirty soda in a Styrofoam (Yee) Spend a day to get my mind blown (Mind blown) Dress it up and go to NASA (Yeah) Two hundred miles on the dash (Woo) Gotta roll a pound up and gas it (Swear) Switchin' lanes in a Grand Rapid (Switch) We the ones that kept it cool with all these niggas 'Til these niggas started actin' (We did it) Shoot a nigga like a film, made a movie Nigga, go'n let 'em have it (We did) We ballin' like the March Madness (Yeah) All these cops shootin' a nigga, tragic (Boom) I'm the one that's livin' lavish (I'm the one) Like I'm playin' for the Mavericks (Ballin') I didn't wanna fuck the bitch (Woo) The molly made me fuck her even though she average Dirty muddy in the cup (Cup) The .45 by my gut My young nigga in the cut (Swear) Take you out for some Jordans (Pluto) Let's count this money, no rushin' (Freebandz) I'm on a one way flushin' (Flushin') Loud pack smellin' musty (Musty) These fuckin' police can't touch me (Nah) These bogus police can't touch me (Nah) These fuckin' niggas can't touch me (Freeband Gang) Apply the pressure with the VVS (Yeah, yeah) I drive the foreign like it was a Chevy (Woo) Drive the foreign like it was a Chevy (Skrrt) Lift it up and go'n and offset it (Pluto) Fuck a cougar like she Halle Berry (Pluto) Future Hendrix, Dirty Sprite, legendary (Dirty Sprite) You might also like Dirty soda in a Styrofoam (Yee) Spend a day to get my mind blown (Mind blown) Dress it up and go to NASA (Yeah) Two hundred miles on the dash (Woo) Gotta roll a pound up and gas it (Swear) Switchin' lanes in a Grand Rapid (Switch) We the ones that kept it cool with all these niggas 'Til these niggas started actin' (We did it) Shoot a nigga like a film, made a movie Nigga, go'n let 'em have it (We did) We ballin' like the March Madness (Yeah) All these cops shootin' a nigga, tragic (Boom) I'm the one that's livin' lavish (I'm the one) Like I'm playin' for the Mavericks (Ballin') I didn't wanna fuck the bitch (Woo) The molly made me fuck her even though she average Fuck on a basic bitch We gon' wake up and smoke us a blunt and fuck She gon' keep it so real with a nigga that I'ma come back and always gon' fuck with her Bend the curve in a Spur like a MARTA bus I was workin' and servin' in Nautica (Yeah) I get high 'til I'm higher than Mercury (High) Fuck around, teach you that recipe (Yeah, yeah) Fuck around, you gon' be out of here (Out of here) Make her say, "Huh," like a nigga was Juvie Soon as that work hit the city, we move it Post up in Onyx and shoot us a movie Post up in Onyx and shoot us a movie (Movie) Take the tool inside the club and just in case a nigga ever gotta use it (Future) Get a pint of codeine, pour it up, nigga (Pour it up, nigga) Dirty soda in a Styrofoam (Yee) Spend a day to get my mind blown (Mind blown) Dress it up and go to NASA (Yeah) Two hundred miles on the dash (Woo) Gotta roll a pound up and gas it (Swear) Switchin' lanes in a Grand Rapid (Switch) We the ones that kept it cool with all these niggas 'Til these niggas started actin' (We did it) Shoot a nigga like a film, made a movie Nigga, go'n let 'em have it (We did) We ballin' like the March Madness (Yeah) All these cops shootin' a nigga, tragic (Boom) I'm the one that's livin' lavish (I'm the one) Like I'm playin' for the Mavericks (Ballin') I didn't wanna fuck the bitch (Woo) The molly made me fuck her even though she average These bogus police can't touch me These fuckin' niggas can't touch me Apply the pressure with the VVS I drive the foreign like it was a Chevy Drive the foreign like it was a Chevy Lift it up and go'n and offset it Fuck a cougar like she Halle Berry Future Hendrix, Dirty Sprite, legendary Dirty soda in a Styrofoam (Yee) Spend a day to get my mind blown (Mind blown) Dress it up and go to NASA (Yeah) Two hundred miles on the dash (Woo) Gotta roll a pound up and gas it (Swear) Switchin' lanes in a Grand Rapid (Switch) We the ones that kept it cool with all these niggas 'Til these niggas started actin' (We did it) Shoot a nigga like a film, made a movie Nigga, go'n let 'em have it (We did) We ballin' like the March Madness (Yeah) All these cops shootin' a nigga, tragic (Boom) I'm the one that's livin' lavish (I'm the one) Like I'm playin' for the Mavericks (Ballin') I didn't wanna fuck the bitch (Woo) The molly made me fuck her even though she average

Future

Comin Out Strong

Comin Out Strong by Future (Ft. The Weeknd)

High Klassified な音楽 I got the jewels flooded from Ben, baby! Like a nigga don't dance, but he make moves They fuck around, now a nigga gotta shame you I'm shameless, I be rockin' all my chains too They told me, "Boy I think the money's startin' to change you" Lord save you, Lord save you 'Member runnin' through the city in the same shoes Now I'm gunnin' in the Benz and the Range too I'm on point, know a nigga never take two They said I couldn't reach Mars, so I turned to a star Now I might have fucked around, might have raised up the bar Now I'm talkin' cash, talk cash all in my palm My nigga Cash said, "Watch what they do for the ones" I know she wanna be poppin' all over the 'Gram When the cameras come out, wanna hold my hand Must be out of your mind, do you know who I am? Man, you're killin' my vibe, do you know who I am? Oh, yeah They take my kindness for weakness Still comin' out strong Still comin' out strong Still comin' out strong Take my kindness for weakness Still comin' out strong Still comin' out strong Still comin' out.. You might also like I might end up with your ho if I take one (Still comin') Now days if they don't have a story, they gon' make one (Still comin') Last night I gave my heart to a fake one (Still comin') I done end up on the blogs with the wrong one (Still comin') It's hard to tell the real stories from the fake ones (Yeah, comin') 'Cause now days if they don't got it they'll make one (Still comin') The only time I feel alive when I take (Still comin') I wanna vent but I know it ain't safe (Still comin') Must be out of your mind, do you know who I am? (Do you know who I am?) Used to hit it from behind, do you know who I am? (Never say my name) I can't give you all my time, do you know who I am? (Give you my t-) Make you fall in love tonight, must don't know who I am, I am I showed you a million, no videos (No videos) I opened up Bentley doors, I invented doors (I invented) Bodies droppin' and we duckin' the law If you the one to take the blame, you can't say what you saw, no They take my kindness for weakness Still comin' out strong (Yeah, comin') Still comin' out strong (Yeah, comin') Still comin' out strong Take my kindness for weakness Still comin' out strong (Yeah, comin') Still comin' out strong (Still comin') Still comin' out.. Pluto don't dance, but I make moves (Keep comin') We fucked around, now a nigga gotta shame you (Keep comin') Shameless, I've been rockin' all my chains too (Keep comin') Told me, "Boy I think the money startin' to change you" Lord save you, Lord save you They might pick you up, just throw you down with the fall You must not know who I am You must not know who I am I pour champagne on the ground I pour champagne on the ground My brother Casino said you wasn't Freebandz (Freebandz) And at the time I couldn't see what he was sayin' (He was sayin') You turned your back, I should have never gave you chances (Gave you chances) I call for loyalty, she didn't ever answer I'm a boss, I'ma make my own family (La familia) You're with my ex, while I'm with different color candies (So familiar) I got Jenny, I got Tammy, I got Sandy You try to sneak and leave 'em then I leave you stranded Be honest to me They take my kindness for weakness Still comin' out strong Still comin' out strong Still comin' out strong (Be honest to me) Take my kindness for weakness Still comin' out strong Still comin' out strong Still comin' out... Kindness, she lie Still comin', lie Boss, fuck around, boss Kindness Down, like a nigga, she lie Kindness, she lie Kindness, oh

Future

Where Ya At

Where Ya At by Future (Ft. Drake)

I don't wanna hear all that, I don't wanna hear none of that Talkin' commas, how much you need and all that shit Fuck that shit, I don't remember none of that shit Where your ass was at, dog, when niggas wouldn't feed me? Where your ass was at, dog, when bitches didn't need me? Where your ass was at, dog, when niggas tried to run off? Where your ass was at, dog? You made me pull this gun out Where your ass was at, dog, you went and switched sides? Where your ass was at, dog, when niggas spread lies on him? Where your ass was at, dog, when the bodies came sliding? Where your ass was at, dog, when I was serving pies? Where your ass was at, dog, when niggas wouldn't feed me? Where your ass was at, dog, when bitches didn't need me? Where your ass was at, dog, when niggas tried to run off? Where your ass was at, dog? You made me pull this gun out Where your ass was at, dog, when I was in the Pyrex? Where your ass was at, dog, when I was drinking Hi-Tech? Where your ass was at, dog? You came through the projects Where your ass at? We keep that fully loaded contracts Had her rain dance on the dick, ass jumping Running through the pussy like a nigga going jogging Fuck a little Louis, put it in a bitch pocket Put a pic with me on the 'gram, now you popping Where your ass was at when I was trapping in the store? Had to struggle to get where I'm at and sell dope Jackie Chan moves got game in the choke Gas rolling up in the blunt, Amoco 12 tryin' come in the spot to open up the dope Burglar bar doors got a young nigga confident Juugin' out the stove and we still bangin', honest Blowing on the O, yo, we call that ho an onion You might also like Man, where your ass was at when we took the city over? Where your ass was at when all they'd ask was "What's the hold up?" Where your ass was at when niggas first got the news? Now your ass around because we're paying back dues Where were you when all the dogs needed help? Lawyers and the commissary ain't gon' pay itself Where your ass was at when we recorded in the bathroom? Where your ass was at? I take attendance like a classroom Man I ain't got no choice 'Cause nowadays I swear this shit done changed up for the boy I'm self-made, selfish with my women, self-employed I'll buy the neighbor's house if they complain about the noise Man, where your ass was at, dog, when niggas wouldn't feed me? Where your ass was at, dog, when bitches didn't need me? Where your ass was at? Last winter was the coldest Fuck where you was at, I had the 6 on my shoulders Where your ass was at, dog, when niggas wouldn't feed me? Where your ass was at, dog, when bitches didn't need me? Where your ass was at, dog, when niggas tried to run off? Where your ass was at, dog? You made me pull this gun out 60 for a walk through, bitch don't panic (Woo, walk, Fu—) Had them bitches fall through fucking like a savage (Fall, savage) Heard you tryna swim in the ocean no jacket (Swim, nigga, ha, ha) Heard that nigga came through squeezing on a ratchet (Slatt) Heard that nigga came through squeezing on a ratchet Serve a lot of dog food, call you a mutt (Dog, Freeband—) Where your ass was at, dog, when I was on my come-up? (At, come-up) The reason I'm here today 'cause I ain't never gave up Where your ass was at, dog, when niggas wouldn't feed me? Where your ass was at, dog, when bitches didn't need me? Where your ass was at, dog, when niggas tried to run off? Where your ass was at, dog? You made me pull this gun out Where you ass was at when I was trapping in the store? Had to struggle to get where I'm at and sell dope Juugin' out the stove and we still bangin', honest Blowing on the O, yo, we call that ho an onion

Future

Codeine Crazy

Codeine Crazy by Future

Codeine crazy Yeah (8-8-8-8-808 Mafia) Pourin' bubbly, pourin' bubbly Pour that bubbly, pour that bubbly Pour that bubbly We done went through too much, you hear me? (8-8-8-8-808 Mafia) Pour that bubbly Drink that muddy, drink is muddy when we covered in it Yeah, I'm covered in it I was thuggin' it, I was just loving lit That's for them other niggas, that's for the other bitches That ain't for you, dawg, that's for them other niggas That ain't for you, shawty, that's for that other bitch I'm going crazy 'bout it, I'm going codeine crazy That's how I'm living it, I'm feeling lovely I'm drinking bubbly I'm drinking bubbly (Yeah) Take all my problems and drink out the bottle and fuck on a model, yeah Audemars, this not a carnival, this is a Royal Oak Cartier Dom Perignon, I get down from a brown, I get chauffeured around I pour up with my rounds, I pour up out of town I corrupted your town with them guns and them pounds I grew up on the grounds with them dealers and hounds We order more bottles and fuck on more models and pass 'em around I say everything triple time Rollie, AP, Hublot, triple time I just know the ones you call upon I just had to pay my dawg a bond Looking at me like a triple threat Every time a nigga talk, a check Smoke the kush up like a cigarette Run it back, you hear my intellect (8-8-8-8-808 Mafia) You might also like Celebrating like the championship Celebrating like the championship Celebrate like the championship Celebrate like the championship I told you, I told you, I told you, I told you Hahah, celebrate Don't tell me you celibate to the mula I just went Rick the Ruler with the jeweler I just went St. Tropez-in' like a goonie Abu Dhabi, nigga straight out the sewer Like a loaded chopper, I'm 'bout to shoot it I'm so fucking sick and tired of these rumors I just dived inside a cutie, we spoonin' Take it back and take a look at yourself Take the lesson, put it all in the air Too many days gone by Sittin' by the phone, waitin' 'til I reply Drying my eyes, believe it or not I could never see a tear fallin' Water drippin' on me like a faucet I just took a bitch to eat at Chipotle Spent another sixty thousand on a Rollie All my diamonds got you brainwashed She sucked my dick, it got my brain washed And for that shit, you got your man popped See what they did to Biggie and Pac Pour a lil', lil' liquor out, pour a lil' more liquor out Pour it out, pour it out, pour it out Codeine crazy, codeine crazy Codeine crazy, codeine crazy Codeine crazy, codeine crazy All this motherfucking money got me codeine crazy Drownin' in Actavis, suicide When I hit the scene, it's homicide Diamond pinky ring a lollipop Fuck the hate, I pull up in a drop Diamonds colder than a glacier Ballin' harder than the Pacers I been tryin' to have some patience Told my mama she should pray on it Told the streets they gotta wait on it She gon' put a nigga name on it I just dropped a whole thang on it I'm making USD's overseas That's U.S. dollars that you can't achieve Fucked my white girl, she said, "Nigga, please" Fuck that white girl, she said, "Nigga, please" Playin' poker, now we're back in Stroker I forgot her name but her pussy soakin' When I seen her on the pole Reminded myself when I used to come over Reminded myself when I used to get loaded Remindin' myself that I'm still gettin' loaded The coupe fully loaded, this whip fully loaded This whip fully loaded, the clip fully loaded I try to control it Let's wrap up some bottles, let's pop off some bottles, these niggas too bogus Let's pour up a pint, I'ma fuck around, faint like I'm Kid Cudi, probably I fuck around, faint, I'ma fall on the drank Rockin' Tom Ford, poppin' mollies Married to this motherfuckin' money Codeine crazy, codeine crazy Codeine crazy, codeine crazy Codeine crazy, codeine crazy All this motherfucking money got me codeine crazy You thought I forgot about us? I know that you know I don't fold under pressure I'm back on the road, I get low on the pedal We live by the codes of the ghetto I'm closing this out with my memo I'm treating this shit like a demo I'm putting my heart and my soul in this shit and some more I'm in that Dolce Gabbana I might get after Madonna I get it crack in the summer Strapped in the 'Lac and the Hummer Fronted a pack to my partner All this lingo got her panties to dropping Fuck the fame, I'm sipping lean when I'm driving All this cash and it ain't nowhere to hide it I'm an addict and I can't even hide it Don't you panic, panoramic companion They was tryna serve me at the arraignment Never comment on it, never complaining I'm taking everything that come with these millions I'm taking everything that come with my children Yeah, yeah Pour that bubbly Drink that muddy, drink is muddy when we covered in it Yeah, I'm covered in it I was thuggin' it, I was just loving lit That's for them other niggas, that's for the other bitches That ain't for you, dawg, that's for them other niggas That ain't for you, shawty, that's for that other bitch I'm going crazy 'bout it, I'm going codeine crazy That's how I'm living it, I'm feeling lovely I'm drinking bubbly Codeine crazy, codeine crazy All this motherfucking money got me codeine crazy

Future

Fuck Up Some Commas

Fuck Up Some Commas by Future

Fake nigga lie to a real nigga Now that's some shit that you don't do I'ma stay real for my real niggas Now that's some shit that I'm gon' do Fuck up the commas, let's fuck up some commas, nigga Let's fuck up some commas, let's do that shit random Yeah, Future, Future Hendrix, it's some shit you don't do Cut it up Fuck up some commas Let's fuck up some commas, yeah Let's fuck up some commas Let's fuck up some commas, yeah Forty thou' to a hundred thou' Hundred thou', another hundred thou' Three hundred thou' to five hundred thousand A million, let's have a money shower Fuck up some commas Let's fuck up some commas, yeah Let's fuck up some commas Let's fuck up some commas, yeah Forty thou' to a hundred thou' A hundred thou', another hundred thou' Three hundred thou' to five hundred thousand A million, let's have a money shower You might also like Fuck up the llama, I'm hot like a sauna, yeah The burner is on me, can't play with that money, yeah I'm fucking with shorty, I'm loving the way that she fucking me, yeah Give no fucks, yeah, we don't give no fucks, yeah Throw my cup, yeah, I just bought my plug, yeah Full of the mud, yeah, nigga get full of them drugs, yeah Feeling real right, yeah, I'm on same thing as Mike, yeah Bought a lil' ice, yeah, I wanna beat that dope like Ike, yeah Fuck up some commas Let's fuck up some commas, yeah Let's fuck up some commas Let's fuck up some commas, yeah Forty thou' to a hundred thou' Hundred thou', another hundred thou' Three hundred thou' to five hundred thousand A million, let's have a money shower Fuck up some commas Let's fuck up some commas, yeah Let's fuck up some commas Let's fuck up some commas, yeah Forty thou' to a hundred thou' Hundred thou', another hundred thou' Three hundred thou' to five hundred thousand A million, let's have a money shower Smoke the first forty-eight hours, grind 22 and sleep two hours Put 24s on the new Audi, white on white like baby powder Drop ya' bitch off at Fulton County, might count it up and then re-count it Double cups like Tunechi, yeah, bust it down with these goonies, yeah Give no fucks, yeah, we don't give no fucks, yeah Go fill my cup, yeah, bitch, go fill my cup, yeah You heard that the slums made me, I'm cool with the Konvicts The coupe look like Akon, fuck all that bum shit Fuck up some commas Let's fuck up some commas, yeah Let's fuck up some commas Let's fuck up some commas, yeah Forty thou' to a hundred thou' Hundred thou', another hundred thou' Three hundred thou' to five hundred thousand A million, let's have a money shower Fit it, critic, get it, hit it, run it, drill it, wet it, I'm in it, really Split it, fifty-fifty, ball, Reggie, ready, set, go Throw that money in the air, watch it fall to the floor Heard ya ordered up Cîroc, need to order up some more Audemar, yeah, eighty on the watch, yeah Katy Perry, yeah, servin' Katy Perry, yeah I should ball, yeah, I should break you off, yeah Break you off, yeah, made myself a boss, yeah Let's fuck up some commas Let's fuck up some commas, yeah Let's fuck up some commas Let's fuck up some commas, yeah Forty thou' to a hundred thou' Hundred thou', another hundred thou' Three hundred thou' to five hundred thousand A million, let's have a money shower Give no fucks, yeah, we don't give no fucks, yeah Give no fucks, yeah, we don't give no fucks, yeah Forty thou' to a hundred thou' A hundred thou', another hundred thou' Three hundred thou' to five hundred thousand A million, let's have a money shower Let's have a money shower right now, oh Let's have a money shower right now, oh Let's have a money shower right now, let's go Let's have a money shower right now, let's go Let's have a money shower, oh, oh, oh, oh Forty thou' to a hunnid thou' to a hunnid thou' to a hunnid thou' A million, Hendrix

Future

Thought It Was a Drought

Thought It Was a Drought by Future

Uh, WIZRD Dirty soda, Spike Lee White girl, Ice T Fully loaded AP, yeah I just fucked your bitch in some Gucci flip flops I just had some bitches and I made 'em lip lock I just took a piss and I seen codeine coming out We got purple Actavis, I thought it was a drought Bitch, I'ma choose the dirty over you You know I ain't scared to lose you They don't like it when you're telling the truth I'd rather be realer than you I had to make me a cot Now I called a contractor to make me a spot I sold the dope out your house Now you come to my house, I've got dope in the couch You know I don't fuck with no rumors Rocking red bottoms like they Pumas Got these meds on me, I'ma do 'em I take these pills and I'm having a thrill Taking prescription's a hell of a feeling As for the xanny, I never forgot it Got 'em begging to call up my phone tryna have a menage Gotta put up the cash, can't even stay in the house Cause there’s too much to hide Whip the four to a nine, gotta pay up the rent, I was too far behind Fuck I'm too out of time, fuck 'em two at a time Had to do what I had to do to get where I'm at, niggas know I ain't lying Niggas know I ain't lying It's a lot on my mind, it's a lot on my plate But I never complain I was working the weight like I came out the gym I never did train Put the girl on a train Strapped a bird on her back, now she came back with change, ayy You might also like I just fucked your bitch in some Gucci flip flops I just had some bitches and I made 'em lip lock I just took a piss and I seen codeine coming out We got purple Actavis, I thought it was a drought I just fucked your bitch in some Gucci flip flops I just had some bitches and I made 'em lip lock I just took a piss and I seen codeine coming out We got purple Actavis, I thought it was a drought I strapped the dope to your spouse The first time I gave her an ounce I put some free bands in her account I told her, "Bitch, can't be running your mouth Better watch what you say to these niggas Cause you already know what they 'bout" Put the game in a choke in a knot Hit that bitch while I'm choking her out Put that hook on her, now she got love in the south I got some purp on me now Stacking these styrofoams up by the double They done let me back in, now they know they in trouble Valet the whip by the front door On a percocet now and I need me some more Tell me them lies that you want me to hear I try to forget, but it's hard to forgive Take me some codeine and pop me a pill I pull on a blunt and blow smoke out my ears I smoke on this blunt, I get high as I can I float off the Earth in designer I’m working on having some manners I’m thinking about it right now I’m holding the cash while I pour up the lean Then I put one in the air I just fucked your bitch in some Gucci flip flops I just had some bitches and I made 'em lip lock I just took a piss and I seen codeine coming out We got purple Actavis, I thought it was a drought I just fucked your bitch in some Gucci flip flops I just had some bitches and I made 'em lip lock I just took a piss and I seen codeine coming out We got purple Actavis, I thought it was a drought Thought it was a drought, thought it, thought it was a drought We thought it was a drought, we poured an Actavis Bitch, I'ma choose the dirty over you You know I ain't scared to lose you They don't like it when you're telling the truth I'd rather be realer than you (Young Metro, Young Metro, Young Metro Young Metro, Young Metro, Young Metro Young Metro, Young Metro, Young Metro Young Metro, Young Metro, Young Metro Young Metro, Young Metro, Young Metro)

Future

I Won

I Won by Future (Ft. Kanye West)

79 ContributorsI Won Lyrics I just want to take you out and show you off You already know that you the perfect one Girl when I'm with you, feel like a champion Ever since I got with you I feel like I done won me a trophy A trophy, I won me a trophy I won, I won, I won a trophy I just want to take you out and show you off You already know that you the perfect one Girl when I'm with you, feel like a champion Ever since I got with you I feel like I done won me a trophy Trophy, I won me a trophy A trophy, I won me a trophy Trophy, I won me a trophy A trophy Get to fuckin' on the dresser just to make that pussy wetter Gotta put you in that vintage then you rockin' Perry Ellis Then I leave with you, only cause I believe in you We get to bangin' on the walls just to piss the neighbors off You and them 12 foot ceilings, I just painted the halls So I can breathe with you I want to live my dream with you You say that money don't matter it's the times and the memories And now that ass gettin' fatter and I know it's because of me I know it's because of me I know it's because of me, got you in custody Whoever knockin' at the door, they gotta wait 'til we finished I know I started at the bottom but that ain't where we endin' You might also like I just want to take you out and show you off You already know that you the perfect one Girl when I'm with you, feel like a champion Ever since I got with you I feel like I done won me a trophy Trophy, I won me a trophy I won, I won, I won a trophy I won me a trophy Trophy, I won me a trophy A trophy You the number one trophy wife So it's only right to live the trophy life You grew up on J. Lo, Timberlands by Manolo now 'Til one day I put an angel in your ultrasound I wanna dip that ass in gold, I wanna dip that ass in gold I made it over NBA, NFL players So every time I score it's like the Super Bowl Baby, we should hit the south of France So you could run around without them pants I put that glacier on your little hand Now that's the only thing without a tan My trophy on that Bound bike, I gave you only pipe If people don't hate then it won't be right You could look at Kylie, Kendall, Kourtney and Khloe All your Mama ever made was trophies, right? I just want to take you out and show you off You already know that you the perfect one Girl when I'm with you, feel like a champion Ever since I got with you I feel like I done won me a trophy Trophy, I won me a trophy I won, I won, I won a trophy I won me a trophy Trophy, I won me a trophy A trophy

Future

Used to This

Used to This by Future (Ft. Drake)

Zaytoven Mexicano, working like I'm Mexicano New persona, we're moving on from Ferragamo (I'm moving on) Get the llama, I party with the real Madonna (Yeah) Beat the odds, do numbers and remain humble (Future) Drop-top Porsches, I'm so used to this (Yeah) Smoking out the pound, I'm so used to this (I swear) I know where I'm from and I got used to this (Ayy) Mansion in the hills, I got used to this (Future) Stack of booty bitches, I got used to this This ice flooded my wrist, I done got used to this Tropicana bitches, I got all kinda flavors Selling dope all my life, I can't do minimum wage (Nah) Dirty-dirty money, I got used to this (Gang) I give you my whole heart 'til there ain't nothing to give (Future) You know how far we came if you know where we been (Freebandz) How many niggas you know can hop in the Benz? Be honest to yourself, don't you never pretend (Tell 'em) Don't ever play yourself, know when it all begins (You know) I had to put my back against the wall (And what?) Tell me that I don't deserve to ball You might also like Mexicano, working like I'm Mexicano New persona, we're moving on from Ferragamo Get the llama, I party with the real Madonna Beat the odds, do numbers and remain humble (Yeah) Drop-top Porsches, I'm so used to this Smoking out the pound, I'm so used to this I know where I'm from and I got used to this Mansion in the hills, I got used to this Lambo come alive, man, I'm used to this No one looks surprised 'cause we used to this I'ma make sure that we get used to this Treat my brother's kids like they one of my kids Never looking back on it, we did what we did Could never find the time for the people I miss Thought they had my back against the wall Tell me that I don't deserve to ball Well, then tell me who deserve it Eyes getting low but I'm still observing, I see you lurking Never see me out in person, I'm always working Money on your head if you make a nigga nervous Never made a move out here unless I was certain Tatted on me, but this shit is deeper than the surface I'm with everyone that I was here with in the first place Making sure that they all good before they close the curtain Mexicano, working like I'm Mexicano (Working) New persona, we're moving on from Ferragamo Get the llama, I party with the real Madonna (Yeah) Beat the odds, do numbers and remain humble (Future) Drop-top Porsches, I'm so used to this Smoking out the pound, I'm so used to this (I swear) I know where I'm from and I got used to this Mansion in the hills, I got used to this (Future)

Future

Trap Niggas

Trap Niggas by Future

Times getting hard but a nigga still gettin' it Young rich niggas, in this motherfucker, huh When you wake up before you brush your teeth You grab your strap, nigga Only time you get down on your knees Shooting craps, nigga Fuck what you heard, God blessin' all the trap niggas God blessin' all the trap niggas When you wake up before you brush your teeth You grab your strap, nigga Only time you get down on your knees Shooting craps, nigga Fuck what you heard, God blessin' all the trap niggas God blessin' all the trap niggas Weighed 1008 grams on the scale I got a lower case T across my chest Your crack house doin' numbers then you blessed You move your momma to a crib from the 'jects It's so much alcohol and kush on my breath We prayin' five times a day to catch a plug A few bean pies stashed in the trunk Shoot dice all day and sell dust You loaded up, they talkin' shit, you gone bust Told yourself a million times, you don't give a fuck Sold over a million dimes, hangin' in the cut Sold over a million dimes, I don't give a fuck What? You might also like When you wake up before you brush your teeth You grab your strap, nigga Only time you get down on your knees Shooting craps, nigga Fuck what you heard, God blessin' all the trap niggas God blessin' all the trap niggas When you wake up before you brush your teeth You grab your strap, nigga Only time you get down on your knees Shooting craps, nigga Fuck what you heard, God blessin' all the trap niggas God blessin' all the trap niggas Hasta Ia-la-uego wake up with that Glock, okay though Stash the dope inside a Winnebago in Decatur You got your work, you posted up in the hood Bodega Lil' woadie loading up that yopper before he brush his teeth Gotta roll a backwood up while he count the cheese We on the turf, getting active on the backstreet I'm drinkin' Actavis, the only thing that relax me I'm on drugs, every single day I pop a seal We talk that lingo 'round here, we try to work a deal You pull up round here, they serve you here to Dixie Hills You hit Old Nat, I know on Godby you’ll see a trap house Gotta cock it back, out here this shit wid-ild When you wake up before you brush your teeth You grab your strap, nigga Only time you get down on your knees Shooting craps, nigga Fuck what you heard, God blessin' all the trap niggas God blessin' all the trap niggas When you wake up before you brush your teeth You grab your strap, nigga Only time you get down on your knees Shooting craps, nigga Fuck what you heard, God blessin' all the trap niggas God blessin' all the trap niggas You loaded up, they talkin' shit, you gone bust Told yourself a million times, you don't give a fuck Sold over a million dimes, hangin' in the cut Sold over a million dimes, I don't give a fuck What?

Future

Move That Dope

Move That Dope by Future (Ft. Casino, Pharrell Williams & Pusha T)

Real dope dealers for real, haha Hahaha Young nigga, move that dope Young nigga, move that dope Ayy, move that dope, ayy, move that dope Young nigga, move that dope Young nigga, young nigga move that dope Young nigga move that dope Ayy, move that dope, ayy, move that dope Young nigga, move that dope Young nigga, move that dope Young nigga, move that dope Ayy, move that dope, ayy, move that dope Young nigga, move that dope Young nigga, young nigga move that dope Young nigga, move that dope Ayy, move that dope, ayy, move that dope Young nigga, move that dope Whippin' the yam, whippin and flippin' the yam Turn the whole brick to a Lam Re-rockin' the dope, soon as it get off the boat Keepin' it soft like a mink Gold on my link, coke in the sink Choppin' that work like karate Servin' a new Maserati, in a brand new Maserati That's a whole lot of new money Snatch it, then hide it from the 12 Movin' them squares and them bales Servin' the rawest of yayo Beating that china like Kunta Kinte Whippin' it, whippin' that fish and Parkay Drinkin' on syrup, I'm rollin' up haze Made myself a boss, a boss and a plug Either way you put it, nigga, I'm good Triple salute, nigga, straight out the hood Bakin' soda water splash the scales Fork in my right and my pot in my left Leanin' all the way over to the side I whip me a four way to a nine The dirty, the money is homicide And my recipe can't be televised You might also like Young nigga, move that dope Young nigga, move that dope Ayy, move that dope, ayy, move that dope Young nigga, move that dope Young nigga, young nigga move that dope Young nigga, move that dope Ayy, move that dope, ayy, move that dope Young nigga, move that dope Young nigga, move that dope Young nigga, move that dope They move that dope, they move that dope Young nigga, move that dope Young nigga, young nigga move that dope Young nigga move that dope They move that dope, they move that dope Young nigga, move that dope Young enough to still sell dope But old enough that I knows better When they sayin' it's 42 for that white powder, I knows better Get it, nigga? I nose better, put a smile on the devil's face Who don't wanna sell dope forever And flood their Rollie till the bezel break? Woo! Fish scale in the two-door that I fish-tails Fiberglass, Ferrari leather, in designer shit that I misspell YUGHH! Look at the clues The J's, the jewels, I'm actin' a monkey From 16 years old, I'm whippin' in kitchens, fuckin' my junkies Pablo, Versace way before Migos My dinner plates, no silverware, all you niggas my hijos Toss a kilo like a free throw, crack house, it had the peephole Made it through to the other side Now nothing's big as my ego, Push Young nigga, move that dope Young nigga, move that dope Ayy, move that dope, ayy, move that dope Young nigga, move that dope Young nigga, young nigga move that dope Young nigga move that dope Ayy, move that dope, ayy, move that dope Young nigga, move that dope Young nigga, move that dope Young nigga, move that dope They move that dope, they move that dope Young nigga, move that dope Young nigga, young nigga move that dope Young nigga, move that dope They move that dope, they move that dope Young nigga, move that dope Me, I try to leave the best for later But Pusha tried to put me on the respirator The old Skateboard P, that's your favorite Me and twenty girls doin' yoga naked Frequency high, like a spaceship She say that she like it and she's been exposed The Gandalf hat and the weird ass clothes That's Comme des Garçons and the Buffalo I know guerrillas with the triggers that's on a banana clip And packin' with the biggest missiles These niggas is knocking over vehicles These niggas ain't waitin' just to see niggas These niggas ain't tryna hear plea, niggas These niggas like choppin' down trees, niggas These niggas 1-2-3 and they squeeze, niggas These niggas hit the weed then they lean niggas, gee, nigga If you got two hoes, you need to let one go Two Lambos, you need to let one go All these drones while y'all smoke dro There's an eye in the sky, I'm tryna let y'all know Ain't no standards, I'ma set one though Big ass bag but no man sandals All that war, we need to let that go That boom business, I'ma get that ho Young nigga, move that dope Young nigga, move that dope Ayy, move that dope, ayy, move that dope Young nigga, move that dope Young nigga, young nigga move that dope Young nigga, move that dope Ayy, move that dope, ayy, move that dope Young nigga, move that dope Young nigga, move that dope Young nigga, move that dope They move that dope, they move that dope Young nigga, move that dope Young nigga, young nigga move that dope Young nigga, move that dope They move that dope, they move that dope Young nigga, move that dope Young nigga got that coke, whip that dope like a bad child How you think about that coupe with no roof? Young nigga cashed out Popped so many Percs, popped so many Xans Young nigga 'bout to pass out 12 jump behind me, I got some in the car Young nigga 'bout to smash out Migo hit that line, say he got some bricks Young fresh 'bout to buy 'em out QuikTrip 'round the corner, dropped a nine Got the J's in the lunch line smokin' iron Cocaine, cocaine cowboy, like Mickey Munday Take over the project, whip a line, me no wait I keep a .45 in my coat while I'm servin' dope The J's in my hood smoke that crack, say it give 'em hope Serve a nigga whole brick, he hopin' that it come and go Young nigga tricked up Now he spendin' that money with Casino! Young nigga, move that dope Young nigga, move that dope Ayy, move that dope, ayy, move that dope Young nigga, move that dope Young nigga, young nigga move that dope Young nigga, move that dope Ayy, move that dope, ayy, move that dope Young nigga, move that dope Young nigga, move that dope Young nigga, move that dope They move that dope, they move that dope Young nigga, move that dope Young nigga, young nigga move that dope Young nigga, move that dope They move that dope, they move that dope Young nigga, move that dope

Future

Stick Talk

Stick Talk by Future

Took a shot of Henny, I've been going brazy, brazy They say my whole hood got it under investigation They know they talk that stick talk, that stick talk They know we talk that lick talk, that lick talk 10 million dollars cash, fuck a friend Started sipping syrup, I've been geeked ever since Gotta keep that heat on the seat ever since You know we talk that stick talk, that stick talk I'm 'bout to fuck this cash up on a new toy 'Bout to fuck this cash up on a new toy You can't understand us ‘cause you're too soft Taliban bands, run 'em straight through the machinery They came through with a stick and you heard it They came through in this bitch and they were swerving I can't believe the blood ain't on my shirt Because he got hit close-range We be talking stick talk, we be talking bricks too We be talking lick talk, and I'ma fuck your bitch too I ain't got no manners for no sluts I'ma put my thumb in her butt You might also like Took a shot of Henny, I've been going brazy, brazy They say my whole hood got it under investigation They know they talk that stick talk, that stick talk They know we talk that lick talk, that lick talk I'm 'bout to fuck this cash up on a new toy 'Bout to fuck this cash up on a new toy You can't understand us ‘cause you're too soft Taliban bands, run 'em straight through the machinery I'ma tell a lie under oath I can see it in your eyes, you're going broke Oxycontin got her with a body count (sak pase) Riding in a car I barely can pronounce Ordered up a chauffeur, told him, "ride me round the whole world" I was on the E-way with that molly and that old girl Get a little cheaper, you could win Hit it little harder, get the Benz 10 million dollars cash, fuck a friend Started sipping syrup, I've been geeked ever since Gotta keep that heat on the seat ever since You know we talk that stick talk, that stick talk I'm 'bout to fuck this cash up on a new toy 'Bout to fuck this cash up on a new toy You can't understand us ‘cause you're too soft Taliban bands, run 'em straight through the machinery Fully loaded whip tote fully loaded clips Fucking with my niggas, I'll smoke a zip Red eyes, and I got them Zoes with me Taliban bands, run 'em straight through the machinery Took a shot of Henny, I've been going brazy, brazy They say my whole hood got it under investigation They know they talk that stick talk, that stick talk They know we talk that lick talk, that lick talk 10 million dollars cash, fuck a friend Started sipping syrup, I've been geeked ever since Gotta keep that heat on the seat ever since You know we talk that stick talk, that stick talk

Future

Mask Off (Remix)

Mask Off (Remix) by Future (Ft. Kendrick Lamar)

Call it how it is Hendrix I promise, I swear, I swear If Young Metro don't trust you, I’m gon' shoot you You heard, spit it, yo Percocets (Ya), molly, Percocets (Percocets) Percocets (Ya), molly, Percocets (Percocets) Rep the set (Yee), gotta rep the set (Gang, gang) Chase a check (Chase it), never chase a bitch (Don't chase no bitches) Mask on (Off), fuck it, mask off (Mask off) Mask on (Off), fuck it, mask off (Mask off) Percocets ('Cets), molly, Percocets (Percocets) Chase a check (Chase it), never chase a bitch (Don't chase no bitches) Two cups (Cups), toast up with the gang (Gang, gang) From food stamps to a whole 'nother domain, ya Out the bottom (Ya), I'm the livin' proof (Super) Ain't compromising, half a million on a coupe (Gang, gang) Drug houses (Where?), lookin' like Peru (Whoa, whoa, whoa) Graduated, I was overdue (I'm on due) Pink molly (Molly), I can barely move (Barely move) Ask about me ('Bout me), I'm gon' bust a move Rick James (James), thirty-three chains (Thirty-three) Ocean air (Air), cruisin' Biscayne (Big foreigns) Top off (Ya), that’s a liability (Big foreigns) Hit the gas (Gas), boostin' my adrenaline (Big foreigns) You might also like Percocets (Ya), molly, Percocets (Big foreigns) Percocets (Ya), molly, Percocets (Big foreigns) Rep the set (Yee), gotta rep the set (Gang, gang) Chase a check (Chase it, ye), never chase a bitch (Don't chase no bitches, big foreign) Mask on (Off, ye), fuck it, mask off (Mask, big foreigns) Mask on (Off, ye), fuck it, mask off (Mask, big foreigns) Percocets ('Cets, ye), molly, Percocets (Big foreigns) Chase a check (Chase it), never chase a bitch (Don't chase no bitches) Four-door Maybach (Four-door), I drive anything (Ye) Buy my Range (Ye), make 'em go insane (Ye) (Oh my Lord, praise him be) DJ EscoMoe City Uh, I got a halo I level up every time God say so Shooter on payroll Lookin' like Pancho, lookin' like Pedro Money tree from Tarzan Ten dividends gon' grow when I say "grow" Kung Fu Kenny with the Midas touch Ain't no penny that I don't touch All my enemy bite on dust Ain't no talkin' when it's fatal Havin' heart, I can't tell (Wait) Half of y'all might need help (Wait) I might fall in Rodeo (Bitch) I might ball in Australia (Say no more) I might call her for real (Say no more) All the ass gon' unveil Wind blows in the windows and I snuck in when the vent close She copy like 10-4, know who we sent for Platinum, platinum, platinum Gotta look at self and ask what happened How y'all let a conscious nigga go commercial While only makin' conscious albums? How y'all let the braids on TV? How y'all let the hood at the table? Now y'all don't even know how to rate him Niggas lookin' like I'm a Create-A-Player Everybody who didn't pay respect Gotta 'fess up now and pay ya debts Gotta lay somethin' down if makin' threats Gotta say somethin' now, don't hold ya breath I mean, I'm floatin', I got the sauce, got the potion I got 'em all in convulsions and emotions I put careers in negotions and put the body in the ocean I made an oath when my nigga told me to go in Then he died on a cold bench All my old friends livin' life on a slow end Gotta keep shit rollin', it's deep (It's deep, it's deep, it's deep) I done fucked so much, I can't sleep (I can't sleep, I can't sleep) I done fucked so much, I'm retired (Swear to God, swear to God) I'm 'bout to live my life through Dave Free (Swear to God, swear to God) She said she broke down when Prince died (It's alright) Bitch, my hair down, Prince live through me (I am Prince) Get your ass up and be inspired (Get inspired) You know how many bodies in the street? (How many?) Take the mask off so you can see Percocets (Ya), molly, Percocets (Big foreigns) Percocets (Ya), molly, Percocets (Big foreigns) Rep the set (Yee), gotta rep the set (Gang, gang) Chase a check (Chase it), never chase a bitch (Don't chase no bitches, big foreign) Mask on (Off, ye), fuck it, mask off (Mask, big foreigns) Mask on (Off, ye), fuck it, mask off (Mask, big foreigns) Percocets (Ye), molly, Percocets (Big foreigns) Chase a check (Chase it), never chase a bitch (Don't chase no bitches) Mask on, fuck it, mask off Mask on, fuck it, mask off Mask on, fuck it, mask off Gas gone, never nod off Vengeance is mine, said the Lord

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Throw Away

Throw Away by Future

Nard & B It's gon' be okay, okay, oh, it's gon' be okay (Okay) Real hard, nigga, we don't play, but you gon' be okay (FBG) I don't want no relations (No), I just want your facial (Swear) I don't want no relations, I just want your facial (Head) Pour some alcohol and drink it, baby, go and taste it (Drink up) Pour some alcohol and drink it, baby, go and taste it (Okay) I don't want no relations (Okay), I just want your facial (Okay) Girl, you know you like a pistol, you a throwaway We gon' drink, girl, we gon' drink like it's Cinco De Mayo (Let's pour) I won't ever tell you anything your heart desires (Oh, no) It's gon' be okay, okay, girl, it's gon' be okay (Woah, woah) I don't want no confrontation, it too complicated (That's all) Pour my lean for me, baby, you a hottie thottie (Pour, pour) I'm gon' fuck you in Atlanta like we on an island (Yeah) I can't lose my concentration, girl, I ain't go on no dates (I can't go) If we have a conversation, gotta fuck today (Woo) I ain't disrespectful never, I ain't disrespectful (I ain't disrespectful) Got a black girl and a white one, call 'em salt and pepper (Oh yeah) I copped one of 'em a Bimmer and one a Kompressor (Skrrt, skrrt) I told her I would call her back and I forgot to text her (FreeBandz) You might also like It's gon' be okay, okay, oh, it's gon' be okay (Okay) Real hard, nigga, we don't play, but you gon' be okay (FBG) I don't want no relations (No), I just want your facial (Swear) I don't want no relations, I just want your facial (Head) Pour some alcohol and drink it, baby, go and taste it (Drink up) Pour some alcohol and drink it, baby, go and taste it (Okay) I don't want no relations (Okay), I just want your facial (Okay) Girl, you know you like a pistol, you a throwaway Deep down I believe you know you're a monster too Go'n fuck that nigga, get it over with Go'n fuck that nigga, get it over with Go'n fuck that nigga, get it over with Go'n fuck that nigga, get it over with Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Future Hendrix I know your true feelings ain't They couldn't be here, you hear me? They gotta be somewhere else I ain't worryin' 'bout no fucking, I ain't worried 'bout no fucking Does sexing on the late night mean that much to you? My love don't mean that much to you Fucking these hoes meant too damn much to you I just hope when you fucking on that nigga, when you finished He can say that he love you Now do you feel better 'bout yourself? Do you feel better by yourself? Did you feel better when I left? Mark my words, I'ma ball without you I came home last night to a ménage Got my dick sucked and I was thinking about you I was fucking on a slut and I was thinking about you When you fucking on that nigga, hope you thinking about me When you laying with that nigga, hope you thinking about me 'Cause I'm thinking about you Go'n fuck that nigga, get it over with Go'n fuck that nigga, get it over with I want you to fuck him in paradise 'Cause I wanna be in your head tonight If loving me in public ain't safe You can take my love and hide it Don't give up on me today Hold on to me like a true love I told you it was a true love I ended up with temptations You goin' out the country You posting up on IG I'm laid up with my sidepiece The one that text while you was right there laying up beside me Now tell me you don't want me Tell me that the pussy ain't mines no more Tell me you moving on and you don't love me no more Monster I ain't worryin' 'bout no fucking, I ain't worried 'bout no fucking Does sexing on the late night mean that much to you? My love don't mean that much to you Fucking these hoes meant too damn much to you I just hope when you fucking on that nigga, when you finished He can say that he love you Now do you feel better 'bout yourself? Do you feel better by yourself? Did you feel better when I left? Mark my words, I'ma ball without you I came home last night to a ménage Got my dick sucked and I was thinking about you I was fucking on a slut and I was thinking about you When you fucking on that nigga, hope you thinking about me When you laying with that nigga, hope you thinking about me 'Cause I'm thinking about you Go'n fuck that nigga, get it over with Go'n fuck that nigga, get it over with

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WAIT FOR U

WAIT FOR U by Future (Ft. Drake & Tems)

I will wait for you, for you Early in the mornin', late at night (I will wait for you) It doesn't even matter what time it is (I will wait for you) Presidential Rollie, RM, wait (Higher, sayin' higher-er-er-er) Whenever I find time, it's okay (Ayy) ATL Jacob, ATL Jacob You pray for my demons, girl, I got you Every time I sip on codeine, I get vulnerable I'm knowin' the sounds of the storm when it come She understand I can't take her everywhere a nigga going I been in the field like thе children of the corn I can hear your tеars when they drop over the phone Get mad at yourself 'cause you can't leave me alone Gossip, bein' messy, that ain't what we doing (World was ending) Travel around the world (Would you cry or would you try to get me?) Over the phone, dropping tears (Tell me now, I want you to be clear, yeah) I get more vulnerable when I do pills (Tell me now, I need you to be clear, yeah) When you drunk, you tell me exactly how you feel (I will wait for you, for you) When I'm loaded, I keep it real (I will wait for you, I will wait for you) Please tell a real one exactly what it is (I will wait, will wait, for you, for you) Don't say it 'cause you know that's what I wanna hear (I will wait for you, I will wait for you) You might also like Yeah, I been trappin' 'round the world I sit on my balcony and wonder how you feelin' I got a career that takes my time away from women I cannot convince you that I love you for a livin' (Will wait for you, for you) I be on your line, feelings flowin' like a river You be textin' back you at Kiki on the river (I will wait for you) Message say delivered (I will wait for you), but I know that you don't get it Why you introduce us if you knew that you was with him? (I will wait for you, for you, for you) Made me shake his hand when y'all been fuckin' for a minute (I will wait for you, for you) Walk me off the plank because you know that I'm a swimmer (I will wait for you) Supposed to be your dog, but you done put me in a kennel Girl, put a muzzle on it, all that barkin' over dinner I was fuckin' with you when you had the tiny Presidential You got better when you met me and that ain't coincidental Tried to bring the best out you, guess I'm not that influential Guess I'm not the one that's meant for you I can hear your tears when they drop over the phone Get mad at myself 'cause I can't leave you alone Gossip, bein' messy, that ain't what we doing, yeah (World was ending) Trappin' around the world (Would you cry or would you try to get me?) Over the phone, dropping tears (Tell me now, I want you to be clear, yeah) I get more vulnerable when I do pills (Tell me now, I need you to be clear, yeah) When you drunk, you tell me exactly how you feel (I will wait for you, for you) When I'm loaded, I keep it real (I will wait for you, I will wait for you) Please tell a real one exactly what it is (I will wait, will wait, for you, for you) Don't say it 'cause you know that's what I wanna hear (I will wait for you, I will wait for you) Early in the mornin', late at night It don't even matter what time it is World was ending, would you cry or would you try to get me? Tell me now, I want you to be clear, yeah Tell me now

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Jersey

Jersey by Future

85 ContributorsJersey Lyrics First I got married to money Then I fell in love with that dirty First I got married to money Then I fell in love with that dirty Extendo, extendo, extendo The clip gotta hold like a thirty I got my clique and they represent this Like a nigga wearin' jerseys Like a nigga wearin' jerseys I get love way in Jersey Crime rate's goin' crazy, crazy 'Cause my young niggas so thirsty Couple commas, made a purchase Caught the wave, I ain't surfin' Caught the wave, I ain't surfin' You do what you want when you poppin', yeah You do what you want when you poppin' You do what you want once you cop it You do what you want when you got it, yeah You do what you want when you poppin' You do what you want when you got it, huh I be on syrup, they know it, huh Stack up some money, then blow it, huh I do what I want and I spazz Take the Styrofoam, pour the syrup up It's a dress code, but that ain't for us You might also like Do what you want when you poppin', don't fold up When I'm feelin' the stress, then I pour up Reppin' the set like a soldier Hop out a Benz when I roll up I wasn't splurging on purpose You lame niggas makin' me nervous I keep me a banger like Birdie Sip out my cup and it's dirty First I got married to money Then I fell in love with that dirty First I got married to money Then I fell in love with that dirty Extendo, extendo, extendo The clip gotta hold like a thirty I got my clique and they represent this Like a nigga wearin' jerseys Like a nigga wearin' jerseys I get love way in Jersey Crime rate's goin' crazy, crazy 'Cause my young niggas so thirsty Couple commas, made a purchase Caught the wave, I ain't surfin' Caught the wave, I ain't surfin' You do what you want when you poppin', yeah You do what you want when you poppin' You do what you want once you cop it You do what you want when you got it, yeah You do what you want when you poppin' You do what you want when you got it, huh Like the smell of that money when it burn Bitch, you know a nigga poppin', wait your turn I make so much money, it's got me delirious When your gang-gang in the chain gang, shit serious I gotta maintain, I'm superior, nigga I rep the same gang on account of my niggas We fill up two planes on account of these riches I fuck up some loose change on account of these bitches I be on syrup, they know it, huh Stack up some money, then blow it, huh I do what I want and I spazz Take the Styrofoam, pour the syrup up It's a dress code, but that ain't for us First I got married to money Then I fell in love with that dirty First I got married to money Then I fell in love with that dirty Extendo, extendo, extendo The clip gotta hold like a thirty I got my clique and they represent this Like a nigga wearin' jerseys Like a nigga wearin' jerseys I get love way in Jersey Crime rate's goin' crazy, crazy 'Cause my young niggas so thirsty Couple commas, made a purchase Caught the wave, I ain't surfin' Caught the wave, I ain't surfin' You do what you want when you poppin'

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Selfish

Selfish by Future (Ft. Rihanna)

71 ContributorsSelfish Lyrics Ooh (Ooh) Yeah It was right Even though it felt wrong Nothin' ever stopped you From showin' your progression suddenly Broken lies Driving backwards Making all the wrong turns, saying all the wrong words Dodging angels Oh-oh Let's not be alone Let's not be alone Let's be one Oh-oh Let's not be alone Empty thoughts fill the room (Mm) Breathe for me and I'll breathe for you You might also like Let's be selfish, selfish, bae, yeah (Tonight) Tonight Let's be selfish, selfish, baby (Tonight) Tonight (Tonight, yeah, yeah) I just hit the lick, south of France Currency exchange, lookin' fancy If that money dirty, make it dance 25 karats cost a mansion Gold rose petals, bottle standin' Came from the concrete, takin' chances Pop gold Ace like a Xanny I just need the blessin' from your family Broken lies, ain't no love without us It will die, roses turn into dust Every night, we gettin' more popular Wrong is right when it comes to us Oh, let's not be alone Let's not be alone, mmm, tonight Let's be selfish, selfish, bae, yeah (Tonight) Tonight Let's be selfish, selfish, baby (Tonight) Tonight (Tonight, yeah, yeah) I'll be selfish, let's be selfish Oh-oh, oh-oh (Yeah, yeah) Ooh, oo-oo-ooh I'll be selfish Let's be selfish Let's be- Let's be selfish Yeah, yeah

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Purple Reign

Purple Reign by Future

78 ContributorsPurple Reign Lyrics DJ EscoMoe City the coolest DJ on the muthafuckin' planet If young Metro don't trust you, I'm gon' shoot you Ayy, somebody uh, call somebody get some molly I need some good sauce, clean sauce Purple reign, purple reign, purple reign, purple reign, purple reign, Purple- I just need my girlfriend I just need my girlfriend I just need- Purple reign, purple reign, purple reign, purple reign, purple reign, Purple- I just need my girlfriend I just need my girlfriend I just need purple And I keep a pint of cup of purple like Whoopi And I keep the stainless steel on me like shoes They got me going way harder now we can't lose I had the conversation cause these niggas ain't true I know you credit card fraud gangs bustin' some moves I hope you're stacking money to the ceiling out the roof I hope you ain't catchin' feelings for no bitch who fucked the crew You know I'm independent, get the 'rillo, bust a jug You know that purple reign had them hitters on foot I see you acting strange, I can tell this ain't love That brand new Mulsanne, had to get it out the mud Purple reign, purple reign is understood You might also like Purple reign, purple reign, purple reign, purple reign, purple- I just need my girlfriend I just need my girlfriend I just need- I just need my girl, I just need my girlfriend I bought a couple Hublots like I'm pushing heroin I bought a couple coupés, I bought a couple Panameras I'm acting like a Freeband Gang terrorist Red cup of lean, don't approach me like a junkie Take a pledge to the team, we gon' kill and get money International, we taking over all the countries Any nationality they coming, baby, coming Ride shotgun in the foreign, that's a Rover Until you gun down, we gon' never have closure Got real estate downtown, investing all over I heard you're trying to talk down like I ain't focused I know you tryna play around like I ain't got soldiers Big cup of syrup washing down all my doja Wearing Louis loafers like they old penny loafers Started off local, got the cribs bi-coastal I don't want no words with you 'cause you mad bogus I'm just tryna motivate the hoods all over I'm just tryna teach you how to get these whips loaded I'm just tryna show you how to get a few Rollies Purple reign, purple reign, purple reign, purple reign, purple- I just need my girlfriend I just need my girlfriend I just need- Purple reign, purple reign, purple reign, purple reign, purple- I just need my girlfriend I just need my girlfriend I just need- Hope I didn't come at you the wrong way, that wasn't planned Hope you see the path that I made, I took a chance I just put my passion and drive into this Two cups of that dirty, take a dab, blow kush and We ain't gonna talk about it, cut you off if you keep pushing Since I got the fame, can't forget I was crooked They wanna see me make the wrong move, bite the bullet See me whip up in that new school just like a bullet Purple reign, purple- I just need my girlfriend I just need my girlfriend I just need- Purple reign, purple reign, purple reign, purple- Purple reign, purple reign I just need my girlfriend I just need my girlfriend I just need- Purple reign, purple reign is understood Purple Reign, purple reign is in... (DJ Esco Moe City the coolest DJ on the muthafuckin planet)

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Draco

Draco by Future

Yeah, Pluto You better not raise your voice at me (You) You know I got a pimp degree (You know) Yeah, Pluto (You know) Draco season with the bookbag (You know) Rat-tat got a little kickback (You) Hundreds on hundreds got a good batch (You know) You ain't never ever get your bitch back (You) You ain't never ever get your bitch back (You know) You ain't never ever get your bitch back (You) You ain't never ever get your bitch back (You know) You ain't never ever get your bitch back (You know) Lamborghini doors when I lift off (You) They done fucked around, got a nigga pissed off (You know) Nice little thot got a stiff arm (You) Did the Heisman on the ho, got the stiff arm (You know) Fuck all that biting like Tyson or Holyfield (You) Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa (You know) A couple of pills and I got my soda filled (You) Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa (You know) Break out a sweat, I go head over heels for these mils (You) Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa (You know) She thinks she the one but to me she ain't nothing but a thrill (You) Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa (You know) I've been drippin' like a God, what else? (You) I been dodgin' all the flage, what else? (You) I been fillin' up garages, what else? (You) I gave her her first ménage, what else? (You know) Uh, close your eyes, eyes, eyes (You) I'm about to slide, slide, slide (You know) Wonder why, why, why (You) I stay in the sky, sky, sky (You know) Pink molly, let me dance with her (You) Freestylin', let me dance with her (You) Sky-Dweller, it was sentimental (You) Rose gold, it was cinnamon You might also like Draco season with the bookbag (You know) Rat-tat got a little kickback (You) Hundreds on hundreds, got a good batch (You know) You ain't never ever get your bitch back (You) You ain't never ever get your bitch back (You know) You ain't never ever get your bitch back (You) You ain't never ever get your bitch back (You know) You ain't never ever get your bitch back (You know) Fucking my bitch by the change (Change) Want me to jump out the stage (Jump out the stage) I wanna jump in the air (Yeah) You know the love ain't fair (You know) You killin' then show us the proof (You know) I already got the juice (You) Chain different colors like fruits, uh (Fruits) I like to hang out the roof (You) I got to train my bitches (Let's train 'em) I'm putting chains on my bitches (I'm putting chains on 'em) I'll pull some chain on the snitches (I'll pull some chain on the snitches) I'm focused, I'm back on my mission (Yeah) Flex on a nigga, no apologies (Flex on 'em) Molly off-white, done got to me (Flex on 'em) Playing hockey with the ice in the Major League (Yeah) 35 bitches at the St. Reg (Yeah) Fall back shooter like KD (Every day) Back in the kitchen with the Curry (Curry) Pullin' up with Xan', can't hurt me (Hurt me) Pineapple drink lookin' syrupy (Syrupy) 56 nights, I was dirty (56) Styrofoam cups servin' patients (Woo) Heard you been talkin' 'bout the kid (Kid) Knowin' damn well that's a flagrant (Technical) I cancel two bitches (Cancel 'em) I got me some new bitches (Got 'em, got 'em) Come check out how I'm living (Check out how I'm living) I got me some new drippy (I got me some new drip) I got me some new drip (Got me some new drip) She ain't got nothing to do with it (Nothing to do with it) I'll give my bitch to you (I'll give my bitch to you) If that what she mean to you (If that what she mean) Draco season with the bookbag (You know) Rat-tat got a little kickback (You) Hundreds on hundreds, got a good batch (You know) You ain't never ever get your bitch back (You) You ain't never ever get your bitch back (You know) You ain't never ever get your bitch back (You) You ain't never ever get your bitch back (You know) You ain't never ever get your bitch back (You know) Draco season with the bookbag (You know) Rat-tat got a little kickback (You) Hundreds on hundreds, got a good batch (You know) You ain't never ever get your bitch back (You) You ain't never ever get your bitch back (You know) You ain't never ever get your bitch back (You) You ain't never ever get your bitch back (You know) You ain't never ever get your bitch back Yacht cruisin' in the deep I'm twisted up, I got geeked Misbehaving with your freak Can't tell she got teeth I was in her mouth like veneers Stop comparing my career Designer flooded through the crib Bentley furniture for real Bought a Fendi couch for my kids They just want to plug a nigga wig Charge a half a mil for the gig Middle fingers up, fuck the pigs Diamonds fallin' off me, let me jig Never falling off and never quit I retired cookin' up a brick Certified nigga out the 6 Who was wrapping dummies in the zone I was chargin' 10 for the strong Keep on goin' in on this song Keep an F&N at your home Lesson learned and we moving on I got Firm niggas, Al Capone Got my Chi niggas on the horn Downtown Atlanta I was born

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Wicked

Wicked by Future

(DJ Esco Moe City the coolest DJ on the muthafuckin' planet) Wicked, wicked, wicked, wicked Wicked tunes, you know what I'm sayin'? (Southside) Wizard (Metro Boomin want some more, nigga) Wicked, wicked, wicked, wicked Hold up, wicked, wicked, wicked, wicked Woo, wicked, wicked, wicked, wicked Hold up, wicked, wicked, wicked, wicked Stand up in the motor, bust the dashboard Stand up in the motor, bust the dashboard Hold up, wicked, wicked, wicked, wicked Wicked, wicked, wicked, wicked Candles burning, money burning, graveyard these niggas Phantom parkin', big dawg barkin' hey Lortabs on me, oh-oh-oh-oh Shawty want that wave, oh-oh-oh-oh I'm drippin' Cartier, oh-oh-oh-oh Put a gold bird on you, that's what's happening I put that lingo on her, she was Spanish I fill a one liter up with Xannies This continental and it's panoramic It's complimentar-ary to the savages You fuck around with me, it be a tragedy I want green, green, green, no asparagus I drink lean, lean, lean it ain't embarrassing You might also like Huh, wicked, wicked, wicked, wicked Hold up, wicked, wicked, wicked, wicked Wooh, wicked, wicked, wicked, wicked Now she going, now that bitch going I purchase Avianne and now she lit, huh Wedding band rings on me lit, huh Married to the game, I'm the shit, huh Woah, woah, woah, woah Bitch, we made men We ain't pullin' up at cribs that we can't get You can't pull a bitch on Instagram I ain't hit, huh And then she tellin' lies about me cause she ain't shit, uh She want that big-big dog status I was in the alley with them nickel bags tallied Now I'm Taliban Gang status, that's what's happenin' And you niggas can't get close cause you don't know me It ain't no more dip and dabbin', hangin' low key These bitches see me and they panic I can't believe it, I was on the corner gamblin' Wicked, wicked, wicked, wicked Hold up, wicked, wicked, wicked, wicked Wicked, wicked, wicked, wicked Wicked, wicked, wicked, wicked Stand up in the motor, bust the dashboard Stand up in the motor, bust the dashboard Wicked, wicked, wicked, wicked, wicked Hold up, wicked, wicked, wicked, wicked

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Turn On the Lights

Turn On the Lights by Future

99 ContributorsTurn On the Lights Lyrics I'm lookin' for 'er I'm lookin' for 'er I'm lookin' for 'er I'm lookin' for 'er Is that her in the VIP-line With the Vuitton and Yves Saint Laurent Used to drive a Nissan now she in a Bimmer I don't want 'er cause she from the corner And I heard that Bimmer was a loaner Her old man, the owner And don't even drink Corona's What type of drink you want bruh On champagne forever On dirty sprite forever You can come sip with me If you'd like to change the weather If you wanna live better We can buy a crib, where ever Don't get too thirsty, get used to the cheddar I wanna tell the world about you just so they can get jealous And if you see 'er 'fore I do tell 'er I wish that I've met 'er Turn on the lights I'm lookin' for 'er too I heard she keep her promises, and never turn on you I heard she ain't gon' cheat and she gon' never make no move I heard she be there anytime you need 'er, she come through Turn on the lights I’m lookin' for 'er I’m lookin' for 'er I’m lookin' for 'er Turn on the lights I’m lookin' for 'er I’m lookin' for 'er I’m lookin' for 'er I’m lookin' for 'er You might also like Send 'er my way Tell 'er I've been lookin' for 'er in the broad day Hangin' with the dope boys in the hallways And I know, to keep 'er, yeah you gotta get that pay Turn on the lights I'm lookin' for 'er too I heard she got a pretty face and stand up like a stallion I heard that she a precious jewel, you treat her to medallions I wanna be the one to find out if I go to prowlin' And if I get her number, you know I can't wait to dial it And if we get together, girl, you know we gon' be wildin' And when we get together we make magic and it’s ours Whenever you up here, ain't nun nobody can do about it Turn on the lights I'm lookin' for 'er too I heard she keep her promises, and never turn on you I heard she ain't gon' cheat and she gon' never make no move I heard she be there anytime you need 'er, she come through Turn on the lights I’m lookin' for 'er I’m lookin' for 'er I’m lookin' for 'er Turn on the lights I’m lookin' for 'er I’m lookin' for 'er I’m lookin' for 'er I’m lookin' for 'er She a hood girl But she a good girl She been mislead Now she ready for the world I want your energy To take control of me I've tried to go to sleep And seen 'er in my dreams Just in case I run across her today I'ma stay clean Just in case you recognize her face, send 'er to me And tell 'er I’ve been lookin' for 'er with a flashlight You can't tell a nigga nothin' because I got my cash right And tell 'er if she honest I promise to stay true Make sure, when you tell 'er, tell 'er we goin' past the moon Turn on the lights I'm lookin' for 'er too I heard she keep her promises, and never turn on you I heard she ain't gon' cheat and she gon' never make no move I heard she be there anytime you need 'er, she come through Turn on the lights I’m lookin' for 'er I’m lookin' for 'er I’m lookin' for 'er Turn on the lights I’m lookin' for 'er I’m lookin' for 'er I’m lookin' for 'er I’m lookin' for 'er

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Sh!t

Sh!t by Future

Aye Talkin' 'bout ya bussin' heads (Ayy), nigga, you ain't shot shit Talkin' 'bout ya workin' clips (Ayy), nigga, you ain't— Aye (Eardrummers, Mike WiLL Made-It) Aye, oh, you done go and get all them guns, and you ain't killed nobody yet? Aye, how many times you shot that mothafucka, nigga? Aye, ain't nobody popped up dead? Aye, thought y'all niggas was murderers Shit Talkin' 'bout you poppin' tags, nigga, you ain't bought shit Talkin' 'bout a hunnid bottles, nigga, you ain't popped shit All you talk 'Nana clips, nigga, you ain't shot shit Spending money on these hoes, nigga, you ain't fuck shit Talkin' 'bout you poppin' tags (Shit), nigga, you ain't bought shit (Shit) Talkin' 'bout a hunnid bottles (Shit), nigga, you ain't popped shit (Shit) All you talk 'Nana clips (Shit), nigga, you ain't shot shit (Shit) Spending money on these hoes (Shit), nigga, you ain't fuck shit (Shit) Shit Shit Bought the ho a hunnid pair of red bottoms (Shit) That's a quarter milli' on a hand job, my nigga Brrt, stick 'em Fuck you and every nigga came witcha Go and put a nigga on a picture Go and put a nigga on a T-Shirt Back in the day, when a nigga sell dope I'ma slap your daddy out and then put him in a hole Glock 40, woo Turn up, turn up My ambitions as a rider Sippin' on lean, getting higher Nigga, I'm a codeine buyer No, you not a foreign whip driver Shout out to the shooters and the shooters only You never walk around with a lot of money Hundred dollars fallin' all out your pocket When you hit 'em in the head, can you keep it solid? Bulletproof whip, we'll blow it up Like some raw uncut dope, blow it up Represent your gang, nigga, throw it up I don't give a fuck where you at, nigga, throw it up You might also like Talkin' 'bout you poppin' tags, nigga, you ain't bought shit Talkin' 'bout a hunnid bottles, nigga, you ain't popped shit All you talk 'Nana clips, nigga, you ain't shot shit Spending money on these hoes, nigga, you ain't fuck shit Talkin' 'bout you poppin' tags (Shit), nigga, you ain't bought shit (Shit) Talkin' 'bout a hunnid bottles (Shit), nigga, you ain't popped shit (Shit) All you talk 'Nana clips (Shit), nigga, you ain't shot shit (Shit) Spending money on these hoes (Shit), nigga, you ain't fuck shit (Shit) Shit Shit Catch a nigga slippin' at the red light With ya AK, let me see you shoot it You a goon, you a goon, you a goon, you a goon Nigga, let me see you prove it Presidential Rollie and it's glidin' Love a nigga wrist when it's shinin' Hate a nigga wrist when it's blingin' So I went and added more diamonds Hot Boy, nigga, BG That's the way these young niggas eat Drinking on syrup, can't sleep Keep it copacetic with your partner Blockbuster niggas running 'round with real choppers Nigga, what's the color of them bottles? they ain't gold And you moving 'round with ya ho You ain't even sticking to the code Pimps up, pimps up, Hoes down (Hoes down) A pool full of money and I'm 'bout to drown I'ma fool on the corner with that Bobby Brown Button up suits at the Grammys Had to turn it up for the family Yes, I'm a Freeband bandit Talkin' 'bout you poppin' tags, nigga, you ain't bought shit Talkin' 'bout a hunnid bottles, nigga, you ain't popped shit All you talk 'Nana clips, nigga, you ain't shot shit Spending money on these hoes, nigga, you ain't fuck shit Talkin' 'bout you poppin' tags (Shit), nigga, you ain't bought shit (Shit) Talkin' 'bout a hunnid bottles (Shit), nigga, you ain't popped shit (Shit) All you talk 'Nana clips (Shit), nigga, you ain't shot shit (Shit) Spending money on these hoes (Shit), nigga, you ain't fuck shit (Shit) Shit Shit

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Honest

Honest by Future

89 ContributorsHonest Lyrics Dark marks all on me, I'm just honest Rockstar my swag, I'm just honest Everything exotic, I'm just honest Gold all on my neck, I'm just honest Yeah, I'm just honest We got the club on smash Name another nigga hot, I'm just honest Gold bottles on bottles, I'm just honest 100,000 on watches, I'm just honest Coupes all on coupes, I'm just honest I keep a gang of bad bitches with me too And we ain't never going back to what we used to do I was gon lie to you but I had to tell the truth I'm just bein' honest My piss comin' back dirty, I'm just bein' honest Got bitches kissin' on bitches, I'm just bein' honest I'm a rockstar for life, I'm just bein' honest Got a check on me right now, I'm just bein' honest We done turnt up in Platinum, then we gon' hit Onyx Ain't nothin' but a dopeboy, I'm just bein' honest These niggas get shot for bein' honest I fucked her on the spot, I'm just bein' honest I'ma stack it 'til it rot, I'm just bein' honest And I'm drivin' foreign coupes, dash 200 Live a rich nigga life, I'm just bein' honest Real street nigga ain't get nothin' but some pain from it You might also like Name another nigga hot, I'm just honest Gold bottles on bottles, I'm just honest 100,000 on watches, I'm just honest Coupes all on coupes, I'm just honest I keep a gang of bad bitches with me too And we ain't never going back to what we used to do I was gon lie to you but I had to tell the truth I'm just bein' honest Got crack all in my drawers, I'm just honest My diamonds ain't got flaws, I'm just honest These Zoes on sight niggas, I'm just honest We can ball all night nigga, I'm just honest You fuck nigga ya'll don't even know struggle You ain't even know why a nigga out here hustlin' Got flat screens in the trap spot, I'm honest Kept it real with all you niggas, I'm just too honest Took some bitches out the strip club, I'm just honest To the niggas all out in the hood, I'm just honest Lil Mexico for life, I'm just honest I came up shootin' dice, I'm just honest Name another nigga hot, I'm just honest Gold bottles on bottles, I'm just honest 100,000 on watches, I'm just honest Coupes all on coupes, I'm just honest I keep a gang of bad bitches with me too And we ain't never going back to what we used to do I was gon lie to you but I had to tell the truth I'm just bein' honest

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56 Nights

56 Nights by Future

76 ContributorsTranslationsPortuguês56 Nights Lyrics Yeah Waking up fresh, that's Kodak Killing these niggas, you know that Real street nigga, you know that Real street nigga, you know that I think fifty-six nights crazy I think fifty-six nights crazy I think me and Esco crazy I think me and Young 'Sco crazy I did fifty-six broads on the European tour and they was all crazy I did fifty-six broads on the European tour and they was all crazy I took fifty-six bars all in one month nigga and I'm still dranking I could still see the scar on a nigga hand, man this shit real crazy I been taking these molly's, still nodding off 'cause a nigga too faded I've been laying low key inside a nigga vault, money is my motivation Money keep a nigga motivated Molly keep a nigga motivated Percocet keep 'em motivated Good drank keep a nigga motivated Lortabs on my conversation Talk a lot of bands then we conversatin' I was on my way to Rice Street In the paddie wagon and it had me numb The pain from the slum had me numb Tryna sell some dope and eat caviar Got the passport in Saudi Arabia We've been flossing in medallions We ain't nothing but some Talibans I pull up right now and embarrass ya I've just been hanging with savages Lately I've been hanging around with my savages I grew up on the block, one hunnid I go on The Bluff, it's one hunnid I done did enough in the jungle I done put in some work and they love me When I drink out the cup, it's so dirty Had the blow at the store, they was lurking Poured a four in a cup it was breakfast Sprinkled sauce in my drink and I took it You might also like I think fifty-six nights crazy I think fifty-six nights crazy I think me and Esco crazy I think me and Young 'Sco crazy I did fifty-six broads on the European tour and they was all crazy I did fifty-six broads on the European tour and they was all crazy I took fifty-six bars all in one month nigga and I'm still dranking I could still see the scar on a nigga hand, man this shit real crazy I been taking these molly's, still nodding off 'cause a nigga too faded I've been laying low key inside a nigga vault, money is my motivation Promethazine took my concentration To another level then I elevated Diamonds hanging on me I'm intoxicated Diamonds hanging off me I'm intoxicated Chop it up with a sack chaser Told you I wasn't going back, baby Hanging out with some crack babies Fell in love with this cash baby Money touch a niggas hands On a few Xans might won't count it Spend it all in one night If we could rewind it, we'll still do it I'm true to this game, I jump on a plane And run to the stage I've been working some years for this Making music, I live for this Hit the trap in my Louboutins Count it up then I bag up a brick Mount it up then I smash out in it You know I'm gon' do the whole dash in this motherfucker I'm 'bout to pass out in this motherfucker I'm 'bout to pass out in this motherfucker This bitch exotic than a motherfucker These bitches do anything for me I think fifty-six nights crazy I think fifty-six nights crazy I think me and Esco crazy I think me and Young 'Sco crazy I did fifty-six broads on the European tour and they was all crazy I did fifty-six broads on the European tour and they was all crazy I took fifty-six bars all in one month nigga and I'm still dranking I could still see the scar on a nigga hand, man this shit real crazy I been taking these molly's, still nodding off 'cause a nigga too faded I've been laying low key inside a nigga vault, money is my motivation

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Real Sisters

Real Sisters by Future

60 ContributorsTranslationsPortuguêsReal Sisters Lyrics This that new wave (Zaytoven) Future Hendrix, yeah, oh Oh, that's your, that's your, that's your, shit Huh, hey, yeah (Hey) Say you getting throwed, I'm tryna pour up with you (Pour up) Oh, that's your best friend? I'm tryna fuck her with you (I swear) First met the bitches, they said they real sisters (Okay) I don't give a fuck if they was real sisters (I swear) Fuck around with me, try to dodge bullets (Slatt, slatt) Serve a pack of chickens in a Dodge Hemi (Freebandz) Fuck around with me, try to dodge bullets (I swear) Fuck around with me, I fuck twin sisters Shit, whipping up a key, tryna dodge prison (Yeah) Trapping in the street in some Margielas (Atlanta) Pay attorney fees with that Godzilla (I swear) Sell that heroin in the trap, I'm a dog nigga Black Amigo Gang, got them bales on us (Bales) Way before the fame I had a bail on me Twenty thousand off a juug, ain't got a scale on me (Juug) Real shooters, they'll sit in jail for me (I swear) Kill the judge, nigga, 'fore they tell on me (Slatt) And fuck a plug, nigga, I'm tryna take something (Fuck 'em) Finessed him out that cash, say he raped something I'm in Little Mexico, on the real, we 'bout to take something (Check) You might also like Say you getting throwed, I'm tryna pour up with you (Pour up) Oh, that's your best friend? I'm tryna fuck her with you (I swear) First met the bitches, they said they real sisters (Okay) I don't give a fuck if they was real sisters (I swear) Fuck around with me, try to dodge bullets (Slatt, slatt) Serve a pack of chickens in a Dodge Hemi (Freebandz) Fuck around with me, try to dodge bullets (I swear) Fuck around with me, I fuck twin sisters Hublot on a nigga so she down for me (Yeah) Standing on the stage with them rounds on me (Them rounds on us) I serve a lot of chickens and I'm innocent I'm riding with that white, dodging penitentiary (Yeah) Middle fingers always to the po-po (Fuck 'em) I done fell in love with the Lambo (I swear) I been taking mollies, rockin' Tommy (Rockin' Tommy) Tom Ford, nigga walking like a zombie (Whatever) Standing in the trenches screaming murder (Whatever) You need to take that nigga off and try to serve 'em (I swear) She got Chanel dripping off her, I'm 'bout to murk her (Freebandz) And I can tell the way she talk, them bitches thirsty (Yeah, hey) Say you getting throwed, I'm tryna pour up with you (Pour up) Oh, that's your best friend? I'm tryna fuck her with you (I swear) First met the bitches, they said they real sisters (Okay) I don't give a fuck if they was real sisters (I swear) Fuck around with me, try to dodge bullets (Slatt, slatt) Serve a pack of chickens in a Dodge Hemi (Freebandz) Fuck around with me, try to dodge bullets (I swear) Fuck around with me, I fuck twin sisters Slatt, slatt Freebandz I swear

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Perkys Calling

Perkys Calling by Future

92 ContributorsTranslationsTürkçePerkys Calling Lyrics Purple Reign Wizard Yeah Thinkin' about them licks I hit, I had to Thinkin' about if you was here, I had you Savage Gon' roll it up, my nigga Roll up, jump out the car, and squeeze the trigger Gon' roll it up, my nigga Roll up, hop out the car, and squeeze the trigger I can hear the purple callin' I can hear the Perkies callin' I can hear the purple callin' I can hear the Xannies callin' I can hear them Percs callin' I can hear the workers callin' I can hear the streets callin' I can hear the streets callin' Thinkin' about them licks I hit, I had to Thinkin' about if you was here, I had you Thinkin' about that cash like it's fast food I'm thinkin' about this cash like it's fast food I'm payin' all my tithes, receivin' bad news Lord, forgive me for my sins, I know this cash rules Everything around me turn to fast food Standin' in the cold, I ain't got no blanket These hoes always gettin' exposed, ain't got home trainin' And when I push up in that Rolls and I'm still drankin' Went from standin' over stoves to the tour bus Stayed down, ten toes, board the G5 So much yellow gold on me like a beehive Started rockin' Balmain's like they Levi's Over time, the booth is like a gold mine I served in Alabama like Roll Tide You might also like I can hear the purple callin' I can hear the Perkies callin' I can hear the purple callin' I can hear the Xannies callin' I can hear them Percs callin' I can hear the workers callin' I can hear the streets callin' I can hear the streets callin' Aquafina water got me glistenin' When I whip that Bimmer, can't you picture me rollin'? Fuck you pussy niggas, ain't no sympathy Niggas tellin' lies, they so feminine I be sellin' pies, chasin' M&Ms Fuck a nine-to-five, get it out the gym Push illegal weight, we call it out the gym Knock 'em off on tape, that's murder on film I need better thoughts, I need better vibes Focus on the top and let my nigga slide I need more advice and ain't got no time Hustlin', do right, feel like I waited a lifetime Weigh up both sides 'cause your life ain't like mines Pay me no mind, I ain't payin' no fine Everything I did was for my hood this whole time I'm talkin' this whole time, for my hood this whole time Gotta take advantage, gotta learn how to take advantage, dog Stole a golf cart, I go and buy a ballpark Drove a stolen car and now my car a push start I'm from the apartments, my crib big like Wal-Mart I can hear the purple callin' I can hear the Perkies callin' I can hear the purple callin' I can hear the Xannies callin' I can hear them Percs callin' I can hear the workers callin' I can hear the streets callin' I can hear the streets callin' Gon' roll it up, my nigga Roll up, jump out the car, and squeeze the trigger Gon' roll it up, my nigga Roll up, hop out the car, and squeeze the trigger

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Karate Chop (Remix)

Karate Chop (Remix) by Future (Ft. Lil Wayne)

79 ContributorsTranslationsFrançaisKarate Chop (Remix) Lyrics You know This just some real nigga shit, a real nigga story You know what I'm saying? This beat is so, so Metro Young Mula, baby! Ayy Slang a bunch of narcotics Pull up in a new 'Rari Living like John Gotti Chopping bricks like karate Drink a bunch of codeine Serving to the dope fiends Blowing money, stay clean Michael Jackson, Billie Jean Got a Panamera round a young nigga neck Got a young bitch pulling up in a 'Vette Smoke a lot of kush and I have a lot of sex Had to beat the grind up, ran up my check Bitch nigga get money, nigga, get back Roll a blunt of chronic, nigga sell a lot of crack You can hit a nigga line, order what you want I can whip a Maserati, pulling up a donk 50 thousand on yo watch, young nigga, splurge Pop a Ace of Spade bottle, sip a lot of syrup Keep a young nigga workin', gotta buss a cape I'ma take a phone call, hustle every day You might also like Ayy Slang a bunch of narcotics Pull up in a new 'Rari Living like John Gotti Chopping bricks like karate Drink a bunch of codeine Serving to the dope fiends Blowing money, stay clean Michael Jackson, Billie Jean Whipping up a cake, just to go and snatch a Spyder Young nigga play with keys like a typewriter Al Capone, John Gotti was a nigga idol I was never snitching, I can put it on the Bible In a four-door Bimmer, driving with a rifle Nigga, where you at? nigga, we gon' pull up on ya Young bitch looking like Janet in the '80s We was grinding up from a tube and a baby Got the girl dripping wet like a Jheri curl Got a styrofoam cup and it's full of syrup Send it over from Lil' Mexico and let me work I can get 36 for a clean shirt Ayy Slang a bunch of narcotics Pull up in the new 'Rari Living like John Gotti Chopping bricks like karate Drink a bunch of codeine Serving to the dope fiends Blowing money, stay clean Michael Jackson, Billie Jean Pop a lot of pain pills 'Bout to put rims on my skateboard wheels Yeah Beat that pussy up like Emmett Till Yeah Two cell phones ringin' at the same time That's your ho callin' from two different phones Tell that bitch, "Leave me the fuck alone!" See, you fuck her wrong, and I fuck her long I got a love-hate relationship with Molly I'd rather pop a ollie and my dick is a trolley Boy, I'll bury you like Halle And these hoes say I'm blind 'Cause I don't see nothin' wrong with a little bump and grind Man, I just received a package Them other niggas taxin' And my pockets so fat, I'm startin' to feel contractions And my cousin went to jail for them chickens And he already home, man, that nigga must be snitchin' Cut him off like karate Ayy Slang a bunch of narcotics Pull up in a new 'Rari Living like John Gotti Chopping bricks like karate Drink a bunch of codeine Serving to the dope fiends Blowing money, stay clean Michael Jackson, Billie Jean

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The Percocet & Stripper Joint

The Percocet & Stripper Joint by Future

79 ContributorsTranslationsPortuguêsThe Percocet & Stripper Joint Lyrics Aw yeah Aw yeah, aw yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah Check this out I get mad zooted, I got this bad thing I recruited My passion is a movie, I say fuck her 'cause I screwed her I stay on Miley Cyrus, everywhere I go I'm screwed up I know my Texas niggas got my back and that's for sure though Sippin' on Easter Pink like it's Tanqueray We ain't never gon' give this perfect life up I know the boys saying they gettin' to the money over there Baby, trust me, these niggas nothin' like us I put charisma in my lingo and she fell for me I gave her realness, and that’s all she gonna get from me Bona fide superstar, I'm straight up out the hood-uh I just did a dose of Percocets with some strippers I just did a dose of Percocet with some strippers I just poured this lean in my cup like it's liquor I just need a whole lot of drugs in my system I just tried acid for the first time, I feel good You might also like Treasure bring misery, codeine in my delivery I pulled up in a big B, swervin' like a hippie Movin' with the dopers and pushers In the Rover duckin' undercover, huggin' the Interstate Coppin' a couple cakes and the drum hangin' under me Got a chain hangin' over me God watching over me, all my angels watch over me I bag it like groceries, keep some cash flowing over me Got some money all in my hand and I stack it all under me The young niggas under me, they gon' stand up in any war We built this shit ground up like the head of a seminar I talk for the real ones I talk for them niggas that feel this shit out in Belgium Freeband Gang I just did a dose of Percocet with some strippers I just poured this lean in my cup like it's liquor I just need a whole lot of drugs in my system I just tried acid for the first time, I feel good

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Life Is Good (Remix)

Life Is Good (Remix) by Future (Ft. DaBaby, Drake & Lil Baby)

99 ContributorsLife Is Good (Remix) Lyrics Say she want to eat sushi, I gave her enough to go shoppin' Anything she want, she cashin' out without no problems How you gon' love a nigga that ain't got love for your mama? You can die today, it ain't gon' save me nothin' but drama (Super) Workin' on a weekend like usual Way off in the deep end like usual (Like usual) Niggas swear they passed us, they doin' too much Haven't done my taxes, I'm too turnt up Pluto Help me fight my demons off, know the usual I had put a chopper in her name and a Ruger She hang on the block where I hang like a shooter Throwed away a cougar, she didn't wanna leave Treat her like garbage, my heart was on my sleeve Should've chose better with your company at least Why should I have love for her if you can get it out the creep? Why should I have trust for you? You ain't get it out the creek Why should I have love for you? You ain't kneelin' to my feet Why should I be carin' when I know I can't be beat? See how the ice be glarin' when I come through and retrieve It's easy to know it's us if a body in the street Too turned up and the plug talk Swahili After I pay my taxes, I go Richard Mille In another tax bracket, you niggas beneath me Who causin' a racket in Jamaica on the weekend? Half a ticket on vacation, I ripped up the receipt And she call me daddy 'cause my money long like Stevie Stay down with my son, right or wrong, FBG shit (Freebandz) How you gon' be gang? You bang if you rich, what's in your bloodline? Come in with some Talibans, everythin' gettin' gunned down Halloween gang in this bitch, shit gettin' scary Three hundred thousand for the cheapest ring, cost a Bentley truck, I'm legendary, lil' bitch Hot, off the thermometer, lil' bitch Hotter than fish grease, lil' bitch My ring cost a big B as well as my wrist I'm gettin' money like this, can't tell problems exist I wake up fresh every day like I'm goin' to take a pic Hermes hit my main line 'cause they know I'm lit Stuffed a hundred-fifty racks in your purse, lil' bitch And when I wake up, go surf in your pussy, hit You might also like Say she wanna eat sushi, I gave her enough to go shoppin' Switchin' up my bitch, I leveled up and went exotic How you gon' love a nigga that ain't buyin' a Birkin for your mama? You can die today, I swear I still won't break my promise (Pluto) Make love on the weekend as usual Take drugs, goin' up, oh, that's usual Every time she come, big spender Every time I put my chains on, big spender It's cool, man, got red bottoms on Life is good, you know what I mean? Like Yeah, hundred thousand for the cheapest ring on a nigga finger, lil' bitch, woo I done flew one out to Spain to be in my domain and Audemar-ed the bitch, woo Dropped three dollars on a ring, cost a Bentley truck, lil' bitch, woo I was in the trap servin' cocaine, I ain't been the same since I can't entertain all that flodgin' I ain't been the same since they crossed me You know how they do when you poppin' You know Baby can't do all that talkin' I got fools tryna sue up in Boston I got dudes tryna sue down in Florida I got hoes in L.A., got a new boo from Georgia A milli', saved up to give to my daughter Over one hundred K to Drew Findling, my lawyer (Let's go) Six digits on cases, we beat it like Tina (Mmh) Baby all on the TV, that's easy I mixed mid with the gas and I bought me a Bimmer (Yeah) Now I pull up in Ghosts, they ain't see me (Casper) I know she gon' fuck, I ain't askin' (Uh-huh) F&N like a prop, this shit plastic (Phew) Fuck around and get popped just for laughin' (Boom) Put that boy in a box, pick a casket I go take that ho to Dior, pick a shoe (Let's go) Kickin' shit with your whore, that's my boo You can go put hardwood on the floor with the hoop (Hoop) We like uppin' the score, we gon' shoot (Ball) I never pick up when she call me (Brr, brr) Help the bitch start a business, she bossin' (Uh-huh) Like to wake up to sex like it's coffee (Sex) Big baguettes on my neck, this shit cost me Cartier, Audemar, Audemar or the Rolex (Let's go) I been broke before, bet I won't go back When she walk through the door, take that iron, make her hold that (Hold that) They ain't seen me go out like a ho yet (Ho) You know these lil' niggas got ho ways Make 'em come air it out like the old days (Uh-huh) You a throwaway, baby, it's okay My boy off a pill, need an OJ (Yeah, bitch) Hundred thousand for the cheapest ring on a nigga finger, lil' bitch, woo I done flew one out to Spain to be in my domain and Audemar-ed the bitch, woo Dropped three dollars on a ring, cost a Bentley truck, lil' bitch, woo I was in the trap servin' cocaine, I ain't been the same since (Woah) Spent thirty racks on a rap bitch, could've went and bought a brick, woah Quarter million worth of chains, ask Icebox, everybody lit, woah It ain't no coppin' deuces, nigga, that's your man, everybody get it, woah Made a few mil', made a few hits, fuckin' everybody bitch Got somethin' to lose so I stay with a shooter Got game from a G.O.A.T., I know how to maneuver She kinda cute, really somethin' to do I got somethin' to do, so I gave her to Pluto, huh Hundred thousand for a body, go inside the house and everybody get it, huh Got a plug on exotic, overnight 'em, floodin' everybody's city Extra three-fifty, might buy me a Richie This shit gettin' ridiculous, sip syrup wrong, get sick Spot in Toronto, just show me the real ones Give me a few months, I'll be servin' the 6, woah Rolls truck, four bucks, all white guts, call it good luck, woah Neck lit, wrist lit, look, don't touch, reach, you get busted Hop out a Phantom, they think it's Houdini Seven-fifty one day, I bought two Lamborghinis Hundred racks spent on a four carat diamond I didn't propose, but I bought her a ring They had my bro, had to let that boy go He had stick to the code, he ain't tell 'em a thing, uh Ballin' like we won a championship, yeah Everybody get a ring, huh Yeah, hundred thousand for the cheapest ring on a nigga finger, lil' bitch, woo I done flew one out to Spain to be in my domain and Audemar-ed the bitch, woo Dropped three dollars on a ring, cost a Bentley truck, lil' bitch, woo I was in the trap servin' cocaine, I ain't been the same since, woo Hundred thousand for the cheapest ring on a nigga finger, lil' bitch Hundred thousand on the cheapest ring on a nigga finger, lil' bitch, yeah Hundred thousand for the cheapest ring on a nigga finger, lil' bitch, huh Hundred thousand for the cheapest ring on a nigga finger, lil' bitch

Future

Rich $ex

Rich $ex by Future

52 ContributorsTranslationsTürkçePortuguêsRich $ex Lyrics Yeah I got my diamonds on You got your diamonds on Watches on watches I looked down and I seen beauty, yeah Baby, let's go have rich sex Baby, let's gon' have rich sex Make a little love, havin' rich sex Yeah, rich sex, bitch Baby, let's go and have rich sex Make a little love, have rich sex (Yeah, yeah) Baby, let's go and have rich sex Baby girl, let's have some rich sex (Come on) I'ma keep my AP on while I do it (Do it) We can keep an AP on when we do it (Do it) You can keep your Rollie on when I get to it (To it) You can keep your Rollie on when I get to it (Come on) When you look down, see my chains on (Chains on) When you look down, see my chains on (I got it on) When you're ridin' on me, see my chains on (Ridin' on) When you're ridin' on me, keep my chains on (VVS) Baby, we can go and have rich sex (Yes, yes) Baby girl, go and have rich sex (Future Hendrix) You ain't never ever had rich sex (Ooh, ooh) You ain't never ever had rich sex You might also like Never made love to a misfit You never made love to a misfit Come and kick a deal on some rich shit I'ma keep it pimpin' on some rich shit We can do the show on the jet lift Fuckin' in the air on the jet, bitch We can do the helicopter cruisin' over Vegas Hundred thousand dollars for a watch, countin' fetti Kiss on a nigga with his chains on, glisten Fuck so good, got both of us dizzy Do it lowkey, profile, get busy Do it lowkey, profile, gettin' busy Got the Audemars Piguet on fleek Got my number one freak in the sheets And all she want is the D And for me to keep this ice on me Baby, let's go and have rich sex Make a little love, have rich sex (Yeah, yeah) Baby, let's go and have rich sex Baby girl, let's have some rich sex (Come on) I'ma keep my AP on while I do it (Do it) We can keep an AP on when we do it (Do it) You can keep your Rollie on when I get to it (To it) You can keep your Rollie on when I get to it (Come on) When you look down, see my chains on (Chains on) When you look down, see my chains on (I got it on) When you're ridin' on me, see my chains on (Ridin' on) When you're ridin' on me, keep my chains on (VVS) Baby, we can go and have rich sex (Yes, yes) Baby girl, go and have rich sex (Future Hendrix) You ain't never ever had rich sex (Ooh, ooh) You ain't never ever had rich sex Let's stop for a while, have recess Let's stop for a while, have recess Let's kiss for a while, have recess Let's touch for a while, have recess Do it for a while like a replay Let me see you wind that ass up like a DJ Run that back like a DJ I know you see this big face Chandelier froze for a bad one Come and kick game in your ear while I smash you And I keep them thangs in my ear while I'm stabbin' And I catch you hot like the flame and the passion And I got the flash on deck, no battery And I have some Tom Fords on while you suckin' me Cuban link hang off my neck, to your nip from my neck To my watch and my chain, it's gon' drizzle, gon' drizzle Baby, let's go and have rich sex Make a little love, have rich sex (Yeah, yeah) Baby, let's go and have rich sex Baby girl, let's have some rich sex (Come on) I'ma keep my AP on while I do it (Do it) We can keep an AP on when we do it (Do it) You can keep your Rollie on when I get to it (To it) You can keep your Rollie on when I get to it (Come on) When you look down, see my chains on (Chains on) When you look down, see my chains on (I got it on) When you're ridin' on me, see my chains on (Ridin' on) When you're ridin' on me, keep my chains on (VVS) Baby, we can go and have rich sex (Yes, yes) Baby girl, go and have rich sex (Future Hendrix) You ain't never ever had rich sex (Ooh, ooh) You ain't never ever had rich sex

Future

My Collection

My Collection by Future

I've been in the stu late, workin', no residuals If we never speak again, I'm just glad I got to tell the truth I ain't done countin' You wanna come to paradise? Matter of fact, you wanna come to Pluto? Ha-ha She told me she was an angel She fucked two rappers and three singers She got a few athletes on speed dial I'm tryna get the case dismissed before I see trial And these codeine habits ain't got nothin' to do with my lil' child No this codeine ain't got nothin' to do with my lil' child I used to sell dope at my grandma's house, as a rude child All these cameras on, fuckin' with my mood, wild And these chains clinkin' back and forth, they too loud They know damn well this wasn't promised I know damn well this must be karma Left every pair of Margielas at the condo Technically I never packed up and leave Left eighty racks in the dresser, you can keep And I got this bad ting at disposal I cooked it up and then I went global My baby mama push a Range Rover Had to make sure I got it fully loaded Can't be the one and then you get exposed If you the one, then God will let me know But at the same time, I like to vibe with one I'm paranoid, I gotta ride with one And I had to 'splain to her last night Had to send this one freak on the last flight You might also like Had to send this one freak on the last flight Won't get a response from me, ain't no confessions Before I tell a lie, won't tell you nothin' Any time I got you, girl you my possession Even if I hit you once, you part of my collection Even if I hit you once, you part of my collection Even if I hit you once, you part of my collection Standin' on Black Sox, meet me at the yacht dock Icin' out the clock, watch, bitches on my cock Yeah, maybe it's the drop, yeah, we get in our feelings, yeah I don't know how you would feel about if I ain't have millions, yeah I'm conversin' with you, I hope you hear me, yeah Keep my promise, take my love with you everywhere And hell no, it ain't about no braggin' rights But even if it was, shit, I got it Pinstripes on a hardtop Bugatti She told me she was an angel She fucked two rappers and three singers I'ma keep it genuine and tell the truth to you I got this jawn, she know what to do with me And right now I don't know what to do with you I don't wanna sound like I'm bein' rude with you She caught a red eye, leavin' L.A I shoulda gave her to the valet And I had to tell her 'bout Miami After she came with no panty Won't get a response from me, ain't no confessions Before I tell a lie, won't tell you nothin' Any time I got you, girl you my possession Even if I hit you once, you part of my collection Even if I hit you once, you part of my collection Even if I hit you once, you part of my collection

Future

Sorry

Sorry by Future

Yeah, ain't really mean to hurt you Sorry it's gotta be this way Ain't mean to try to desert you Sorry, tryna be this way Ain't really mean to hurt you Ain't really mean to hurt you Ain't really mean to hurt you Sorry it's gotta be that way Ain't mean to desert you Sorry that it looked that way Ain't really tryna hurt you Ain't really mean to hurt you Ain't really tryna hurt you Sorry it's gotta be that way Ain't really tryin' I ain't really tryin' I was in the U.K. thinkin', shit don't feel the same Addy got me daydreamin', hope I ain't goin' insane Hard to say you care about me When this mink draggin' to the floor Tryna find a PYT, I already got some at home I breathe the air she breathes It's hard to breathe on my own It's somethin' 'bout infidelity Make me check every single stone Gotta drink my blood like a Hebrew 'Cause I've been gettin' fly, since Evisu Made her switch sides in Ibiza I can get you off in Belgium Diamonds shinin' off very seldom Grab a couple chickens, then mail them Take 'em to the hood, then sell them Fam come first, you never fail them Rebellious, always respect my elders That's why I might treat you like I'm careless Sold crack to a pregnant lady Forgive me for the crack baby If I open up my eyes, it turn black for real Pack was too small, I ain't have it vacuum sealed Word to Uncle Charles, nigga I got the sack for real Money, broads, lawyers cost a half a mil' Fame change, the family loves the way it is Fame change, a ho loves the way I give Paid for my mistakes like a drug deal Paid for my mistakes like a drug deal You might also like Yeah, ain't really mean to hurt you Sorry it's gotta be this way Ain't mean to try to desert you Sorry, tryna be this way Ain't really mean to hurt you Ain't really mean to hurt you Ain't really tryin' It can get scary when you legendary Caramel complexion, that's a Halle Berry Cash rules everything around music The game doped up, every nigga usin' Grab the fuckin' carbon, hit him with the tool I'm not tryna argue, I got issues You see what I've been put up against, baby You see why I've been tryna make the rent, baby Tryna keep you closer than lint, baby Dime rose, 'bout to get lynched, baby It's hard to caress you All your bad energy, it's hard to bless you Commercial flights gettin' too hectic V12 motors, my confession Tryna identify, you look sketchy I'm a real nigga, it's hard to accept me Yeah, ain't really mean to hurt you Sorry it's gotta be this way Ain't mean to try to desert you Sorry, tryna be this way Ain't really mean to hurt you Ain't really mean to hurt you Ain't really tryin' Hot tenderoni, Bobby Brown ooh Shawty so phony, I got somethin' to prove Work every day like I got somethin' to lose Oxycont' got me flown up, nothin' new Styrofoam cups, everything is approved Styrofoam cups, everything is approved Money stacked up and it got me seduced I got that hot dope, but I got that boost though Ayy, my Lamb hit a pothole These bitches some thot hoes I hit the lotto in South Africano Yacht party, sittin' at the dock of the condo Better not be late, bitch, you better come pronto! Better come with a combo Asian persuasion, Cubana, mi ana Yolanda, Sholanda, Miyana, mi casa I don't know Spanish, I barely talk proper It became problems when I didn't send flowers King like Mufasa, messiah, then higher Goshies and Rollies, yeah, fuck all the police Shout out my woadie, he smashin' the C.O My wrist got an ego, my watch in an igloo We took illegal, got stripes like a zebru Pimp like a rollin' stone, high when I greet you Diamonds just fall on you, effortlessly ball on you L-O-to-V-E, hope you ain’t get greedy Chasers do numbers, man chains is on Fiji Kidnapped your heart 'cause you gave it too easy Diamonds on sight is way brighter than Geezy Shout out to DiDi, got goonies on speedy She like it rated, ain't nothin' 'bout her PG I had it, made it, I thought I was jaded Persian, Malaysian? Super sensation Yah, sushi was raw when she got confiscated No invitations, we showed up and made it Long as my dawgs here, bitches betrayed me Pigeons contagious, I shoulda known it I turned the pages, heavily sedated Too many clone me, too many phonies Armani on me, you never warned me How can you blame us when we all out the trenches? Gold chains and rings, they're so easily gettin' offended Spendin' all your show money tryna keep up with my image Fuck around, take a O from me, and never give a penny Fuck y'all, I skrrt off, 'cause everything shitty I hit my first model, stepped up my pimpin' Caught her off the runway, she instantly committed Paper got my mind gone, too caught up on my city In and out of time zones, runnin' up a billi' Indian Cherokee, clarity, shinin' is therapy Mami Israeli (Mami Israeli) Ain't really mean to hurt you Sorry it's gotta be this way Ain't mean to try to desert you Sorry, tryna be this way Ain't really mean to hurt you Ain't really mean to hurt you Ain't really mean to hurt you Ain't really mean to hurt you Ain't really mean to hurt you Sorry it's gotta be that way Ain't mean to desert you Sorry that it looked that way Ain't really tryna hurt you Ain't really mean to hurt you Ain't really tryna

Future

Kno the Meaning

Kno the Meaning by Future

77 ContributorsTranslationsPortuguêsKno the Meaning Lyrics My uncle Ronnie used to wash cars My uncle Wayne was a kingpin, you know what I'm saying? My uncle Don, that nigga used to rob banks and shit, rest in peace My granddaddy was a boss, he was a kingpin, you heard? Got the game from them old niggas You gotta know where I'm from to get to know a nigga I skipped class to smoke weed Hidin' from the police I spent time overseas, hangin' out in England And I got the squad on my mind and I mean this Do a little time out the country, I need this 56 nights, gotta know the real meanin' Dropped Monster tape and had to go to Europe Best thing I ever did was fall out of love 'Sco came to me, said, "They think you washed up You need to go back in, show these niggas who the one" We going back in soon as we get off tour He had my hard drive on him when he caught the case When they took him into custody, they took my life away You might also like People didn't even understand that My hard drives that I recorded all my music on For two years straight was on this... Was on this one hard drive that Esco had And he was locked up with it So I had to record new music That's when I did Beast Mode I'm fresh off the plane on them Zaytiggys I endured so much pain, ain't got 'Sco with me Ain't got nobody to smoke one or pour with me Niggas rocked the lean, man, when I was OT And I'm still dealin' with the time they gave Doe B How he gon' catch an armed robbery around me? And my lifestyle getting way bigger I got so much love for my niggas Brown paper bag, we gettin' back to the paper Gettin' back to the basics Everything I did, it was premeditated I just knew there'd come a time when I finally did make it And some niggas started hatin' I ain't never had no problem with these niggas I've been about my guala from the dodo Got an R&B chick layin' on me, no photo Got a combo in the condo doin' some real life porno And I ain't worried 'bout nothin' in the world, keep a badass bitch These niggas ain't none of my worries, damn that shit There's so much more I gotta endure I just had my baby, gotta go on tour (fuck that shit) Got the game from them old niggas You gotta know where I'm from to get to know a nigga I skipped class to smoke weed Hidin' from the police I spent time overseas, hangin' out in England And I got the squad on my mind and I mean this Do a little time out the country, I need this 56 nights, gotta know the real meanin' I ain't holding this back, I ain't holding this The music way ahead of its time and I notice this Get back in the studio, give 'em what they was missing They didn't know I knew the game and I know how to reinvent it They ain't know me in the cut, they just know me from rhymin' My hard work finally catchin' up with perfect timin' You know what I'm saying I could take a hundred dollar slab And goddamn make three hundred off that bitch, you dig? Got the game from them old niggas You gotta know where I'm from to get to know a nigga I skipped class to smoke weed Hidin' from the police I spent time overseas, hangin' out in England And I got the squad on my mind and I mean this Do a little time out the country, I need this 56 nights, gotta know the real meanin' Everything in the streets It prepared me for everything that I'm going through right now The good and the bad, you know what I'm saying? Can't let none of this shit get to me I go harder 'cause I know where I was at And I know where I wanna go

Future

Blow a Bag

Blow a Bag by Future

77 ContributorsTranslationsPortuguêsTürkçeBlow a Bag Lyrics Yeah I woke up feeling like fucking up some paper Freebandz, Freebandz I blow a bag today, I don't do nothin' fugazi I blow a bag today, I walk in the mall and go crazy I blow a bag today, hop out the whip on 'em, babe I blow a bag today, hop out the whip on 'em, babe I blow a bag today, I blow a bag today I blow a bag today, Chyna gon' fuck me so crazy I blow a bag today, I blow a bag today I blow a bag today, I don't do nothin' fugazi I had a bag today, I blow the bag today I had to grab the Wraith, I had to grab the Wraith I had to change the safe, I had to change my bitch Money'll change a nigga, the fame'll change a bitch I know I came from poverty, I got my name from poverty I know for sure, for sure If my granddad was livin', I know he'd be proud of me I know for sure, for sure If Snupe was living, I know he'd be proud of me I know for sure, for sure If Lonzo was livin', he never would've doubted me I know for sure, for sure I live with these diamonds, just check out my clarity Gotta just check out these clarity I get so fly like a parachute I pull up right now and embarrass you I sold the crack on my avenue Only the strong survive I'm just enjoying my life You might also like I blow a bag today, I don't do nothin' fugazi I blow a bag today, I walk in the mall and go crazy I blow a bag today, hope out the whip on 'em, babe I blow a bag today, hop out the whip on 'em, babe I blow a bag today, I blow a bag today I blow a bag today, Chyna gon' fuck me so crazy I blow a bag today, I blow a bag today I blow a bag today, I don't do nothin' fugazi I ran it up with the same niggas Get that money and stay with the same niggas I know that money can change niggas They don't look at you like you the same nigga I just hope I can remain humble Hop out a Ghost in the jungle, I did it Sell all the dope out them apartments, I did it I'm 'bout to cut off some niggas I know that ain't with me Runnin' with niggas that wanna see niggas That get it and niggas who strive And the real niggas is all they come across, yeah I know either way it goes, Sunny gon' be there I know either way it goes, Doe Boy gon' be there (Young Metro!) Even when a nigga was broke, Scooter was always there I be pourin' up this 4, they thought we wouldn't be here I told you, come a time when we had to persevere I knew there'd come a time when we'd all be here I blow a bag today, I don't do nothin' fugazi I blow a bag today, I walk in the mall and go crazy I blow a bag today, hop out the whip on 'em, babe I blow a bag today, hop out the whip on 'em, babe I blow a bag today, I blow a bag today I blow a bag today, Chyna gon' fuck me so crazy I blow a bag today, I blow a bag today I blow a bag today, I don't do nothin' fugazi Future Hendrix It's red bottoms when you walk to me Come here and talk to me You gon' make me throw the racks on you, baby, ayy

Future

Lay Up

Lay Up by Future

47 ContributorsLay Up Lyrics Beast mode (Zaytoven) I fuck on that bitch and we lay up (So what?) I fuck on that bitch and we lay up (So what?) I fuck on that bitch and we lay up (Yeah) I passed her off like a layup (A layup) I tripled my cups like an addict (On God) She come through late night on them Xannies (On God) Don't tell me you back in that action (That action) Don't tell me you back in that action (One hundred), yeah I get that mouth on the regular (Ayy) I get more lip than a cellular (Ayy) I fuck that pussy on the regular (Savage) She take them Xans on the regular (I swear) I'm not so average, un-regular (One hundred) I don't do shit if it's regular (One hundred) I jump out the whip, it ain't regular (Skrrt) I'm flippin' the script, it ain't regular (Let's get it) I'm not just a local pedestrian (One hundred) I get that work from the Mexicans (I swear) I ride with my niggas like Mexicans (I'm up) I sell them keys on the regular (I'm up) I push start the car, it ain't regular (Freebandz) My watch and my chain ain't regular (Freebandz) I smash on your broad on the regular (I swear) She let me ménage on the regular You might also like I fuck on that bitch and we lay up (So what?) I fuck on that bitch and we lay up (So what?) I fuck on that bitch and we lay up (Yeah) I passed her off like a layup (A layup) I tripled my cups like an addict (On God) She come through late night on them Xannies (On God) Don't tell me you back in that action (That action) Don't tell me you back in that action (One hundred), yeah I'm back on them Xannies (Woah) I'm back in that action, I'm back in that action I'm back with that double cup, now I done tripled up Back in Chanel and her bag cost a bale I spend that money on the regular (Regular) I blow them racks on the regular (One hundred) I won't hit that blunt if it's regular (One hundred) I got that mouth, it was regular (I swear) Smokin' on kush like it's regular (One hundred) Drivin' the whip like it's regular (Skrrt) Two hundred a zip and it's Actavis (Skrrt) I keep that Planet of the Ape on me (The Ape on me) Add some more shine in the face, homie (The face) Quadruple the clarity, yeah, yeah (Rollie) I got that bitch on that dope dick (I'm tellin' ya) She said she cummin' like yeah, yeah (Yeah, yeah) I fuck on that bitch and we lay up (So what?) I fuck on that bitch and we lay up (So what?) I fuck on that bitch and we lay up (Yeah) I passed her off like a layup (A layup) I tripled my cups like an addict (On God) She come through late night on them Xannies (On God) Don't tell me you back in that action (That action) Don't tell me you back in that action (One hundred) Don't tell me you back in that action (That action) Don't tell me you back on them Xannies (One hundred) Let's pop up some Vicodin (I wanna) Last year we were dead broke, nigga Only God can judge us (God can judge us) Take a bar and I love it (A bar and I love it) On a bar and I love it (A bar and I love it) I want that money for sure, sure (One hundred) I go to work on a pink toe (One hundred) She go to work at a Pink Pony (One hundred) She came out the ceiling, no clothes on (No clothes) I hit her hood with them clothes on me (Clothes) A gram of that good have your nose runnin' (Your nose) I fucked her so good, had her nose runnin' (Her nose runnin') It's cold in the hood like a nose run (A nose run) I put her flat on her back, yeah (Yeah, yeah) I fuck on that bitch and we lay up (So what?) I fuck on that bitch and we lay up (So what?) I fuck on that bitch and we lay up (Yeah) I passed her off like a layup (A layup) I tripled my cups like an addict (On God) She come through late night on them Xannies (On God) Don't tell me you back in that action (That action) Don't tell me you back in that action (One hundred) I fuck on that bitch and we lay up (So what?) I fuck on that bitch and we lay up (So what?) I fuck on that bitch and we lay up (Yeah) I passed her off like a layup (A layup) I tripled my cups like an addict (On God) She come through late night on them Xannies (On God) Don't tell me you back in that action (That action) Don't tell me you back in that action (One hundred), yeah On God, on God That action, one hundred

Future

You da Baddest

You da Baddest by Future (Ft. Nicki Minaj)

96 ContributorsYou da Baddest Lyrics Ten thousand miles up in the sky We never land 'cause we stay fly I'ma be your bitch for life If they try you, they gotta die Baby, put one in the sky What we got, they can't deny Put your diamonds in the light And let 'em see you shine bright Fuck them hoes Hold up, wait one minute Hold up, wait one minute Hold up, wait one minute Yo, hold up, wait one more You know you the baddest baby, fuck them hoes Fuck them hoes, fuck them hoes We on a different planet girl, it's fuck them hoes Fuck them hoes, fuck them hoes Percocets and molly make you touch your toe I keep the conversation open for my hoe Snapchat that pussy, don't you take too long Trampoline, titties, girl, they bouncin', yeah You might also like All these diamonds on me, how could I tell you no? You got one leg in the air, tap it like you broke Sweating out your weave, girl, fuck that hoe Girl, you ain't gotta leave, we gon' fuck this hoe Percocets and molly's make you touch your toe Been in this bitch so long, I'm going up a dose Pussy got more murders than New Mexico Bust it open wide and let that ocean flow Money be the motive, baby, fuck them hoes You know why you did it, baby, fuck them hoes Tell them crackers "fuck 'em", we don't love them hoes Th-they don't want no problems, baby, fuck them hoes We know you the baddest baby, fuck them hoes Fuck them hoes, fuck them hoes We on a different planet girl, fuck them hoes Fuck them hoes, fuck them hoes Yo, yo Wait, wait, wait, hold up, wait Stevie to the bull like where's MJ? Where's MJ? Don't come around with that weird energy, weird energy Bitch, I got that 25 karats on my Patek, I'm ecstatic Got them blue diamonds dancing in my party, democratic I never lose nothing but, damn, I done had it I ain't never strike out, they can't average what I batted, no If she hatin', tell that bitch to let it go Truly rude boy, truly rude Truly rude boy, truly rude Truly rude boy, truly rude Truly rude boy, truly rude Percocets and molly's make you touch your toe Been in this bitch so long, I'm going up a dose Pussy got more murders than New Mexico Bust it open wide and let that ocean flow We know you the baddest baby, fuck them hoes Fuck them hoes, fuck them hoes We on a different planet girl, fuck them hoes Fuck them hoes, fuck them hoes We know you the baddest baby, fuck them hoes Fuck them hoes, fuck them hoes We on a different planet girl, fuck them hoes Fuck them hoes, fuck them hoes Oooh, la-la-la-la-la-la La-la-la-la-la-la Oooh, la-la-la-la-la-la La-la-la-la-la-la Got about a thousand upon my side We out here hustlin', risking our life Fill cocaine up in your tights We had to make it across the line Damn near didn't make it through them nights I watch the bloody tears fall from your eye You just wanna live a nigga life Sittin' in a helicopter, I can touch the sky Fuck them hoes Just fuck them hoes

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Never Gon Lose

Never Gon Lose by Future

70 ContributorsNever Gon Lose Lyrics Yeah This bitch from Australian and I'm an alien (808 Mafia) I sip out a cup of this shit, it's so muddy, but I love it, baby When I jump out the whip, when I hop out the whip then I'm fresh in the latest I do what I want, and I smoke 'til I'm faded I drink 'til I pass out, I wake up and drink up again I pour up again and again I said I wasn't gonna fuck with that bitch, then I fucked her again I scream out the gutter in the sewer, the streets turned a boy to a man I nodded off with that Ruger, I took your bitch to Aruba She fuck with Super 'cause she got that super When I say super, that's young Super Future We never gon' lose, we never gon' lose Never gon' lose 'cause these bitches gon' choose These bitches gon' be who they is Walkin' and talkin' like classy You a ho to your heart, you a ho to your heart You know I'll be workin' that boy, I'ma pour it Servin' that boy out the back of the yard Fuck on your ho, I'm just playin' my cards Whip after whip put up in the garage Sip on the lean like a fifth of the dark Hop in the Spur, then might hop in the Porsche Telly then rally and gather the squad Yeah, girl eat the squad Me and my niggas so mothafuckin' tight You can't even tell us apart Fuck a bitch every single damn night Ain't nothin' but an avatar Valet the car on the curb like I'm swervin' on alcohol Get to poppin' them Percocets and Xanax like they some Tylenol I remember nights in Europe sayin' we ain't fallin' off I'm on a lot of green, we gotta have some green When I hit the plane and I board it I got a magazine with no Visine Just ridin' around with this .40 She gon' thug for me, she gon' thug for me In Ohio, that's my shorty We ain't playin' around These diamond rings gon' go upside your noggin You see they try sabotage me, then copy They wasn't playin' fair no-no, no-no, no-no Bitch is a bozo, she clown in the photos We sell that coco, you talkin' to po-po You know that's a no, though, you know that's a no-no Know that's a no-no, no-no-no, no-no-no Came at the door, pour, serve out the paddy door Bitch I'm your man and your daddy, ho Panty droppers had no panties on Bitch, you steppin' in, no panties on Back with these stallions Back-to-back, back, back-to-back with these stallions Like she trunk after trunk, I just carry on Got the sack on me, now I just carry it Got some M's in New Orleans, I buried it For the cash and some M's, I'll marry it See the way they just jumped on the bandwagon Went bought a G-Wagen Fifty-six nights, I had to get at it Mayweather, Pacquiao, nigga, we still at it Get up and get at it, guns like I'm Bin Laden You might also like I sip out a cup of this shit, it's so muddy, but I love it, baby When I jump out the whip, when I hop out the whip then I'm fresh in the latest I do what I want, and I smoke 'til I'm faded I drink 'til I pass out, I wake up and drink up again I pour up again and again I said I wasn't gonna fuck with that bitch, then I fucked her again I scream out the gutter and the sewer, the streets turned a boy to a man I nodded off with that Ruger, I took your bitch to Aruba She fuck with Super 'cause she got that super When I say super, that's young Super Future We never gon' lose, we never gon' lose Woo These bitches gon' choose We never gon' lose

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Karate Chop

Karate Chop by Future (Ft. Casino)

71 ContributorsKarate Chop Lyrics You know This just some real nigga shit, a real nigga story You know what I'm saying? This beat is so, so Metro Slang a bunch of narcotics Pull up in a new 'Rari Living like John Gotti Chopping bricks like karate Drink a bunch of codeine Serving to the dope fiends Blowing money, stay clean Michael Jackson, Billie Jean Got a Panamera 'round a young nigga neck Got a young bitch pulling up in a 'Vette Smoke a lot of kush & I have a lot of sex Had to beat the grind up, ran up my check Picture nigga getting money, nigga, get back (back) Roll a blunt of chronic, nigga sell a lot of crack (crack) You can hit a nigga line, order what you want I can whip a Maserati, pulling up a donk (donk) 50 thousand on yo watch, young nigga, splurge (splurge) Pop a Ace of Spade bottle, sip a lot of syrup (syrup) Keep a young nigga workin' that'll bust a K (K) I'ma take a phone call, hustle everyday (everyday) You might also like Ayy Slang a bunch of narcotics Pull up in a new 'Rari (Yea) Living like John Gotti (The mob) Chopping bricks like karate (Chwaaa, chwaaa) Drink a bunch of codeine (Drank) Serving to the dope fiends (They smokers) Blowing money, stay clean (Freebandz) Michael Jackson, Billie Jean Whipping up a cake, just to go and snatch a Spyder (Spyder) Young nigga play with keys (keys), like a type writer Al Capone, John Gotti was a nigga idol I was never snitching, I can put it on the Bible In a four-door Bimmer, driving with a rifle Nigga, where you at? (at) nigga, we gon' pull up on ya Young bitch looking like Janet in the '80s ('80s) We was grinding up from two and a baby (oh) Got the girl dripping wet like a jerry curl (curl) Got a styrofoam cup and it's full of syrup Send it over from Lil' Mexico and let me work (lets work) I can get 36 for a clean shirt (shirt) Ayy Slang a bunch of narcotics Pull up in a new 'Rari (Yea) Living like John Gotti (The mob) Chopping bricks like karate (Chwaaa, chwaaa) Drink a bunch of codeine (Drank) Serving to the dope fiends (They smokers) Blowing money, stay clean (Freebandz) Michael Jackson, Billie Jean (Who bad?) Pull up, serve you in my 'Rari Money like I'm Frank Matthews Killers around me like I'm Gotti If I tricked you, know I'm sorry I be fresh, don't need no stylist I be geeking on them Mollies Sell remix, don't sell no clean My hand like a triple beam I got workers like machine All I do is sell dreams Half my niggas serve fiends I get up and then I lean Ayy Slang a bunch of narcotics Pull up in a new 'Rari (Yea) Living like John Gotti (The mob) Chopping bricks like karate (Chwaaa, chwaaa) Drink a bunch of codeine (Drank) Serving to the dope fiends (They smokers) Blowing money, stay clean (Freebandz) Michael Jackson, Billie Jean

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News or Something

News or Something by Future

68 ContributorsNews or Something Lyrics You know how we be rocking, ya heard Bright light shining all bright on the Bentley Work the Cadillac, panoramic, no panties Old school Chevy '55 granddaddy Gotta throw some salt on it, 'cause you know I'm getting at it Throw the fork on it, then put it in traffic Throw the sauce on it, got it flying out of Dallas Hope you didn't do it to yourself, that's tragic Hope you didn't throw away what we established Hope you wouldn't turn your back on your family The way a nigga look 'round here, they'll back stab you Word from your motherfucking brother, young nigga I just wanna see you happy, I just wanna see you happy Coming through the cut like a known Grim Reaper 'Bout to get it straight finessed, tryna get a little cheaper Hold on to that clip like a doped up needle Girl hang on that strip with a four Desert Eagle Known to put a bad little bitch in some red bottoms Ayy, where ya mans at? Heard that the feds got 'em I seen you cruise the Land Rover through the west side Gold Rolex, better check your peripheral It's a full moon in the middle of the day Got them wolves out, rock a little Cartier Got the trap jammed packed like The Masquerade Know a few real ones ain't gon' see they next birthday Tell them young niggas grind 'Fore you gon' knock someone down If they gon' shoot, then shoot something We better hear 'bout this shit on the news or something We better hear 'bout this shit on the news or something Man down over yonder Young came through holding on the cane like a drummer They done took a boss out nigga, no wonder Niggas getting crossed out nigga, no wonder Hoes getting X'd out and we on ganja The police wanna talk, but we won't say nothing True to these clips, niggas won't say nothing Niggas' true to these clips, niggas won't say nothing You might also like Had the Parkay jumping out the Pyrex High definition glass on my pinky finger Niggas swimming in the water, no paddle Niggas trying to walk in my shadow The bird on the bezel, I'm a well known rebel Told a young nigga Freebandz, Roc-A-Fella Told a young nigga Freebandz, Roc-A-Fella You can turn this off and I can kick it acapella We work the Front Street where Mama said, "Don't go"—we went there Trap house embalmed with that crack, then we went there Shawty don't fuck with these folks These niggas be telling these days, be telling these days Known to put a bad little bitch in some red bottoms Ayy, where ya mans at? Heard that the feds got 'em I seen you cruise the Land Rover through the west side Gold Rolex, better check your peripheral It's a full moon in the middle of the day Got them wolves out, rock a little Cartier Got the trap jammed packed like The Masquerade Know a few real ones ain't gon' see they next birthday Tell them young niggas grind 'Fore you gon' knock someone down If they gon' shoot, then shoot something We better hear 'bout this shit on the news or something We better hear 'bout this shit on the news or something Man down over yonder Young came through holding on the cane like a drummer They done took a boss out nigga, no wonder Niggas getting crossed out nigga, no wonder Hoes getting X'd out and we on ganja The police wanna talk, but we won't say nothing True to these clips, niggas won't say nothing Niggas' true to these clips, niggas won't say nothing

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My Savages

My Savages by Future

54 ContributorsMy Savages Lyrics I be on the phone with Doe Boy, I be telling him He inspired me to go harder You know what I'm saying? Real talk Will-Will-Will-William My savages, my savages, my savages I'm always dressing fresher than a mannequin I grew up in a ruthless ass environment I'm on the phone with Yo, I ask him how the trial went Thirty-five racks is how my day was spent I gotta cock it back, that's how my day would get You got me thinking all these bitches artificial The way you acting, you must don't respect a real nigga Roll some herb up, pour some syrup up They tried to infiltrate us and then betrayed us I told you way before what happened, they was hating on us You know when we was jugging for it they was mad at us Ayy, this a letter for my dawgs, how we let the money get between us? How we let these bitches get between us? How we let these niggas get between us? I got love for all my savages with itchy fingers I got love but it ain't like the love I got for India She held me down when I was broke, I got her to infinity My lil' dawg caught a murder, gone for infinity Dumping ashes on your obituary, I know you feeling me R.I.P. my granddad Quick, he should have seen this shit Twenty thousand on some child support, I seen this shit Riding around with all them choppers, I done seen this shit These rappers mad at me, but these niggas ain't doing shit And I just bought a pound of kush so I can smoke that shit I went and spent a half a ticket at the dealership The fame is doing a lot of damage to my friendships If Esco didn't love me, would've been done jumped ship And it's the love from my fans got me still here You might also like Monster, ah Say I'm Illuminati They tryna make me catch a body I don't know when I'ma flip, nigga Get me some codeine and sip, nigga Big Bank saying wipe a nigga's nose My girl changed the lock on the doors Said fuck that shit, poured up a four Ain't falling in love with no ho That what you want for me? That what you really expect? You thinking I'm sitting up depressed? I'm somewhere countin' up me a check I hate I had to fuck with any of you niggas, that's my only regret Drag the mink on the floor Put Cuban links on my ho Ten whips in a row, who would think we were poor? Who would think we was poor? There's money laying on the floor Got some hoes laying on some hoes Got lil' shawty with me, she a pro Know she'll never meet another nigga, not another nigga like me Even if he got a billion dollars, he can't make her cum like me Who compliment you like me? It better be about an image Tell me all of this a gimmick, they thought the whips got rented Because the Spur wasn't tinted, I told 'em ain't got nothing to hide Told 'em I'm through with the pies Told 'em fuck all of my wrongs, I don't even write My savages, my savages, my savages We gon' leave a nigga stiffer than a mannequin Free all my niggas incarcerated, you heard me? Loyal for life, you heard? Freeband Gang We global now

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PIE

PIE by Future (Ft. Chris Brown)

51 ContributorsPIE Lyrics Pie (Ooh, pie) Pie, pie (Oh-woo, pie) Pie, pie (Yeah, ooh, pie) Pie, pie (Pie) Make her sorry, you should know (Ooh) That kinda chick'll never be alone (Yeah-yeah) Make her sorry, you should know (Ooh) You're so, so full, you let your side go (Haha) I turned the side piece to a nine-piece (Oh, yeah, ah!) She out lyin', it shouldn't even matter, she mine (Oh, yeah) I told her, "Baby, fuck it up one time" (Fuck it up) Ba-baby, fuck it up one time I turned the side piece to a nine-piece (Yeah, ooh) She out lyin' (Ha), it shouldn't even matter, she mine (Yeah, ooh, oh, yeah) I told her, "Baby, fuck it up one time" (One time) Ba-baby, fuck it up one time (Ooh-ooh) Baby, fuck it up It's your birthday, go 'head, put that cake on me Commas and zeros, I'll be your hero, ain't no cape on me (No cape) All you niggas lame, I ain't gotta pay (Shit) You know talk is cheap Ain't talkin' money, ain't no conversatin' (Gang) I've been leanin' all day, I'm faded And she been fiendin' all day, but can't take dick (Haha, ooh) Sippin' out a two-liter, put an eight in it White linen on my pillow, put her face in it Baby, fuck it up and do what you like All these drugs in my body got me seein' double Ménage à trois, double trouble (Oh, yeah) (This should be fun) You might also like I turned the side piece to a nine-piece (Ooh) She out lyin' (Ha), it shouldn't even matter, she mine (Yeah, ooh, oh, yeah) I told her, "Baby, fuck it up one time" (Fuck it up) Ba-baby, fuck it up one time (Ooh-ooh) Gassin' up on lean and good Percs (And good) Lapdance, gettin' pie on my t-shirt (On my t-shirt) She know how to fuck, yeah (Yeah) She ain't lookin' for true love here (Yeah) Let her see a million (Mil', oh, yeah), she don't wanna go (Yikes!) I roll a hundred deep, we like sharin' hoes (Sharin' hoes) Caviar on your plate, girl, wipe your nose (Fuck it up) Out of chance, find you three-six-oh I turned the side piece to a nine-piece (Oh, yeah, ah!) She out lyin', it shouldn't even matter, she mine (Oh, yeah) I told her, "Baby, fuck it up one time" (Fuck it up) Ba-baby, fuck it up one time I turned the side piece to a nine-piece (Yeah, ooh) She out lyin' (Ha), it shouldn't even matter, she mine (Yeah, ooh, oh, yeah) I told her, "Baby, fuck it up one time" (One time) Ba-baby, fuck it up one time (Ooh-ooh) She could never be loyal (Loyal) But she's so fine (She's so fine) She gon' make a nigga spoil her (Spoil her) Just to keep her on the side (On the side) I just want to taste her water (Taste her water) Let's stay hydrated (Hydrated) Girl, I got a main thing at the house (Number one) Tell me, can you stay down? I turned the side piece to a nine-piece (Oh, yeah, ah!) She out lyin' (Ha), it shouldn't even matter, she mine (Yeah, ooh, oh, yeah) I told her, "Baby, fuck it up one time" (Fuck it up) Ba-baby, fuck it up one time I turned the side piece to a nine-piece (Yeah, ooh) She out lyin' (Ha), it shouldn't even matter, she mine (Yeah, ooh, oh, yeah) I told her, "Baby, fuck it up one time" (One time) Ba-baby, fuck it up one time (Ooh-ooh)

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Rent Money

Rent Money by Future

Super! They go crazy, yeah They comin' in and out, in and out, in and out Trap spot boomin' Got the money comin' in, it ain't no issues I just fucked a rapper bitch, I should diss you Got the MAC-11 cocked, it got the kick too Servin' niggas like Doughbeezy in my house shoes Ya baby mama fuck me better when the rent's due I just fucked a rapper bitch, I should diss you She sucked my dick, she came home, I bet she kissed you Treat me like I'm Al Capone, nigga, fuck you John Gotti, Illuminati, nigga, fuck you I put a middle finger up, because, fuck you This money got me geekin' up, nigga, fuck you Red bottoms with the fur like Frank Luc I bought some VVS and she caught the chain flu I fucked this R&B bitch, I should thank you Yah, I was sippin' my codeine from the beginnin' She jocked my whole team, she seen who's winnin' We light Liv up on a Sunday, come see us livin' This for my dogs on the one way in penitentiaries Send a direct hit, you gotta pay attention I just lit my wrist up, I need some more attention She didn't wanna play fair, I put her on suspension I put a ki on Greyhound now I'm in a new dimension Offered her 25, keep tryin' to take some of my percentage I was petrified, you know my right wrist authentic I get glorified, that Richard Mille cost 250 I'm a big dog, it ain't no sense in holdin' back On my Usain Bolt shit, I ran up in yo' set Fuckin' with them strippers all in G5ive And as soon as the club closed we board the G5 I got scammers and junkies lined up on each side I got five percent tint on each side I tried to make it outta school on the East Side I'm on my Nicky Barnes shit, so it's fuck school I'm blowin' money real fast like Big Meech crew I like my hundreds stacked up, I like ‘em neat too They come in stuck together when they in the wrap still I fucked a rapper bitch, I was on a drug deal I fucked a rapper bitch, I was on a drug deal You might also like Got the money comin' in, it ain't no issues I just fucked a rapper bitch, I should diss you Got the MAC-11 cocked, it got the kick too Servin' niggas like Doughbeezy in my house shoes Ya baby mama fuck me better when the rent's due I just fucked a rapper bitch, I should diss you She sucked my dick, she came home, I bet she kissed you I fucked this R&B bitch, I should thank you Them bricks coming in like the John Doe crew They put a number on your head, they tryna stank you I'm ‘bout to take ‘em out the game, nigga fuck you They got me goin' insane, now it's fuck you I let my brother fuck your bitch, he got the dog food I damn near get half a ticket for a walk through I fuck dem Super Bowl bitches down in Houston I got this Westside freakin' like boostin' I built my empire up like Lucious Ayy gimme pounds, gimme bricks, I'm a nuisance I make the blogs with ya bitch 'cause I'm ruthless I make the blogs with ya bitch 'cause I'm ruthless Yah, I get cash money like I'm Mack Maine I just put a rapper bitch on game I be smokin' rapper weed with my gang I just slam dunked ya bitch, hall of fame Got the money comin' in, it ain't no issues I just fucked a rapper bitch, I should diss you Got the MAC-11 cocked, it got the kick too Servin' niggas like Doughbeezy in my house shoes Ya baby mama fuck me better when the rent's due I just fucked a rapper bitch, I should diss you She sucked my dick, she came home, I bet she kissed you I fucked this R&B bitch, I should thank you Nigga, with yo loud ass, bruh Yo, what's going on E The Big Frank Dog I know you be trippin', bruh I just got this lil, god damn, hoe with me, bruh Let me get a gram right quick; smoke that hoe out, right quick A gram? Man, if you don't get yo ass up outta here, nigga Get that nigga ass up outta here, man Nigga talkin' about he want a gram What, you wanna Grammy? Boy, you trippin'; you trippin', bruh Let me leave with a bag, then, I'm good for it You a goddamn fool; I can't do nothin' with no god damn $10 Get yo ass on outta here, man Try to come up here for no damn gram, nigga That's candy money nigga A gram!?

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Solo

Solo by Future

85 ContributorsTranslationsPortuguêsSolo Lyrics Talk to me I don't wanna let you down, I don't wanna let you down I don't wanna let you down, I don't wanna let you down You see how we living, yeah I'm tryna keep it as simple as possible You know what I do Ha-ha Get you Gucci on sight, yeah, Rollies on ice, yeah Get first class flights, yeah, ride it like a bike, yeah Get a brand new Wag, ayy, be quiet, don't brag, hey Never pump gas, hey, nigga, keep it on task, yeah Peelin' off, flex, hey, keep it on track, hey Fussin' and fightin', yeah, fuckin' all night, ayy Gotta make it count, yeah, love it when it bounce, yeah Girl that's tight, yeah, you do whatever you like, yeah Gucci on sight, yeah, Rollie on ice, yeah Take my advice, ayy, live a better life You got maids right now, you got it made right now I won't let you down, I won't let you down Like 4 right now, it's like 4 right now Like 4 right now, it's like 4 AM right now We can't be too discrete, niggas gon' know right now Got my name too big, everybody know right now I enjoyed our time, we been on the low for a while I been solo now, I've been going solo now You might also like Twenty ounce steaks, hey, can't fit it on the plate Jumbo shrimp, hey, straight out of the lake, hey Sleeping on the boat, ayy, wake up, take dope, ayy You don't want no smoke, nigga don't want no starch, ayy We gon' put it on the hood, ayy, before we put it on God, hey, ayy You got maids right now, you got it made right now I won't let you down, I won't let you down Like 4 right now, it's like 4 right now Like 4 right now, it's like 4 AM right now We can't be too discrete, niggas gon' know right now Got my name too big, everybody know right now I enjoyed our time, we been on the low for a while I been solo now, I've been going solo now Solo now E-everybody know right now I've been going solo now Bands on your tags, woo, ain't got bags, woo I won't let you down, bet I won't let you down Bands on your tags, woo, ain't got bags, woo I won't let you down, bet I won't let you down I don't wanna let you down, I don't wanna let you down I don't wanna let you down, I don't wanna let you down I don't wanna let you down, I don't wanna let you down I don't wanna let you down, I don't wanna let you down, no way I don't wanna let you down, I don't wanna let you down I don't wanna let you down, I don't wanna let you down Niggas gon' know right now Everybody know right now We been on the low for a while I been going solo now Thank you for your time

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I’M ON ONE

I'M ON ONE by Future (Ft. Drake)

86 ContributorsTranslationsEnglishहिन्दीFuture Ft. Drake - I’M ON ONE (Türkçe Çeviri)*PortuguêsI’M ON ONE Lyrics Hol' up, wait That's that bitch (Torey, I know what to do with it) That's that gas, that global high Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah I'm on one, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah I'm on one, I'm on one Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah I'm on one, I'm on one My lil' one sprayed the clip and threw his arm out of place We too damn rich to worry 'bout a murder case Tellin' on yourself is the only way you wanna escape Call me Michael Phelps for swimmin' in your bitch face Pop a Adderall so I can focus, count this cake Skinny nigga, but my pockets out of shape ATL nigga, all the cars California plates Fight for my niggas, they gon' gеt it brack-brackin' 4 Tray gangsters, they gon' get it crack-crackin' ABK gon' walk a nigga down, straightjackеt Niggas go psychotic 'bout this shit, ain't just rappin' Niggas pullin' robberies in this bitch, we ain't just trappin' If another body drop, the feds might just snatch me Man down, I'ma be overseas when it happen Word around town, got them Ps in the attic I'm applyin' pressure in the field, John Madden Hundred thou' vacuumed sealed up, I'm just stackin' it Finessin' is a sport, caught me a yellow one like Fabolous Four-twenty-five, two stone, check the clarity You might also like I'm on one, I'm on one, yeah Hold up, slow down, wait, catch up (Catch up) I'm on one, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah I'm on one, I'm on one I got a different type of body built (Ayy) All my hoes rockin' Audemar (Hold up) All my hoes rockin' Rollie, Audemar, Patek (Hold up) Bustdown thotiana, bustdown thotiana Bust down a thotty with a bustdown, yeah I hate bein' in my feels, I hate twenty dollar bills We too famous to be goin' on no drills, nah, for real Never been up to my record label, never knew the deal Said she wanna see the world and she tired of sittin' still I'ma take her ass to Paris, fuck her on that Ferris wheel Take her to see Cristiano, fuck her in that Benz Viano Champions League shit, there'll be a driver for you on arrival When I finally see ya, all I wanna see is Right hand, right knee, left hand, left knee Make that ass wave, make that ass jet-ski, what I don't know why the fuck niggas tryna test me, what I'm just all about my goals like Ovechkin, what I'm just all about my goals like I'm Messi, what Bein' messy, shit do not impress me, what I could never be your man, I'm your bestie, what And I never liked you niggas, so don't text me I'm on one, I'm on one (Okay, okay) Outside my body, I'm on one (Okay, okay) Yeah, hold up, wait, slow down, catch up (Okay, okay) Yeah All my hoes rockin' Audemar All my hoes rockin' Rollie, Audemar, Patek Bustdown thotiana, bustdown thotiana Bust down a thotty with a bustdown Okay, okay Grrr

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Sh!t (Remix)

Sh!t (Remix) by Future (Ft. Drake & Juicy J)

96 ContributorsSh!t (Remix) Lyrics Ayy! Ayy! DJ Esco! Ayy! Ayy! (Ear Drummers) (Mike WiLL Made-It) Ayy! The coolest DJ in the world! Ayy! Ayy! Ayy! Shit! Talkin' 'bout you poppin' tags, nigga, you ain't bought shit Talkin' 'bout a hunnid bottles, nigga, you ain't popped shit All you talk 'nana clips, nigga, you ain't shot shit Spending money on these hoes, nigga, you ain't fuck shit Took niggas out the hood like I'm from there So you know it's all good when I come there I hear you talk about your city like you run that And I brought my tour to your city, you my son there, nigga But I had to come through for the remix On my haven’t-done-a-verse-in-eight-weeks shit And if a nigga say my name, he the hot shit But if I say the nigga name, he still the hot shit Fucked up, lucky I don't feed into the gossip Niggas act like they don't know, but they should know Yeah, I just think it's funny how they dangling the bait But I'm the one that's killing niggas on the hooks, though And niggas ain't got a grill, still ice-grill hating I know y'all already know Mike Will Made It Just looking at the numbers, nigga, I feel amazing I'll call Michael Jordan up and Mike will make it I'm the young rap nigga with the 'Melo deal You need to come to OVO for a better deal Just know a million ain't shit once you get a mil' And niggas say it’s all good That’s how you better feel, nigga, nah! Fuck that, this year I'm talking big stuff Rolling through the city like a young nigga bricked up Fuck niggas gon' be fuck niggas That's why we never gave a fuck When a fuck nigga switched up, damn! You might also like Talkin' 'bout you poppin' tags, nigga, you ain't bought shit Talkin' 'bout a hunnid bottles, nigga, you ain't popped shit All you talk 'nana clips, nigga, you ain't shot shit Spending money on these hoes, nigga, you ain't fuck shit Talkin' 'bout you poppin' tags (Shit!), nigga, you ain't bought shit (Shit!) Talkin' 'bout a hunnid bottles (Shit!), nigga, you ain't popped shit (Shit!) All you talk 'Nana clips (Shit!), nigga, you ain't shot shit (Shit!) Spending money on these hoes (Shit!), nigga, you ain't fuck shit (Shit!) Mike-Will Made It! Let's get it! (Ma-fi-UH!) If money talk then your pockets ain't saying shit I'm in the bathroom getting head from yo' bitch And I ain't paying her shit You want beef? You don't know who you playing with (Hey!) I tell my pilot to land the jet (Hey!) I'm hopping off, get 'em, we popping off (Hey!) Give a click and you niggas dead where you standing at (Hey!) I'm just a trippy nigga smoking on cabbage Your money funny like Jim Carrey I got a bitch and she super bad like Halle And we still keeping that white like Barry I'm a rich nigga, still keep a pistol with me Nigga, you ain't fuckin' with a picture of me I got all this cake and shooters with me Just in case you pussy niggas try to get you a piece What it is, my nigga? What it's hittin' for? (Hey!) Where the car you were whippin' in you video? (Hey!) Where the ice at, nigga? Where them pretty hoes? (Hey!) You a fraud, real niggas already know (Hey!) Broke-ass niggas, I can't stand 'em (Hey!) I hit 'em with the cannon I'm buying off the mall at random (Hey!) Juicy J, that nigga fresh to death (Hey!) Smoke it 'til it's nothing left Peel off, then I'm ghost in my Phantom Talkin' 'bout you poppin' tags, nigga, you ain't bought shit Talkin' 'bout a hunnid bottles, nigga, you ain't popped shit All you talk 'nana clips, nigga, you ain't shot shit Spending money on these hoes, nigga, you ain't fuck shit

Future

Never Stop

Never Stop by Future

79 ContributorsNever Stop Lyrics I will never stop, never stop Keep goin', keep goin' Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah I make Yeezy Boost moves in my Reeboks It ain't gon' never stop Tryna run a billion up until my ankle pop, yeah You'll get rich and have problems that you never thought It bring tears knowin' we came up out the sandbox (Bringin' tears to my eyes) Made it out the trenches, it got harder for my niggas I just wanna see my dawgs ball, seven figures I done got rich and it cursed me Ever since I got successful, they envy Tryna shake the devil, on promethazine Tryna show you love but you don't feel me Gave up on me so you turned your back I can see the demons 'cause a nigga been blessed I can tell you worried, but a nigga been in debt I can't get caught up inside the matter I should've did better, but it's chatter I ran up my money off the gravel Love is just a word, it don't matter to me I got so rich, nothing matters to me I'm livin' my second life, it's so amazin' I done been hit with a bullet, and one grazed me I done been considered a failure, it don't faze me I done came up out the ghetto, my crib gated Same niggas played with the devil, these niggas hatin' All these bitches fuck with no rubbers, this shit brazy Icy-ed out the Hublot, these niggas lookin' fugazi (Yeah) Money stack tall past the ceilin', I can't be jaded I done came from sleepin' on floors, you can't persuade me (Yeah) I been takin' other niggas' hoes, it's gettin' outrageous (True story) Rich nigga gettin' caught with a bitch worth minimum wages (Pluto) Fuckin' with my ego, but I never lost a lady (Facts) Fucked a pop star after I got my dreads braided Never dropped her name but her head game contagious (No cap) Twenty percent of my dames, I shipped 'em right out to Vegas (Gone) You can feel the pain when I'm rappin' 'cause I'm ragin' (Wizard) You can see my past and where I was on they faces (Weak) I done flipped the truck over and crashed, ducked the agents (Facts) I been with these blue hundreds like a nigga racist (Freebandz) I been gettin' richer each year, feel like I'm racin' (Gone) Tried to tell you the formula but you wouldn't take it Hard work and perseverance, they ain't related (Ain't related) Poppin' up on Forbes is fuckin' up my relations (Fuckin' up my family) Ten milli' plus on a crib and it's vacant (Woo) I can see it vividly at the crib, Rico basement (Woo) Watch him get the mula, I was sittin' back bein' patient (I was bein' patient) I was sittin' back, programmin' my brain, I was in trainin' (Yeah) I be in my coupe, Maybach, and I ain't have to trade it (Skrrt-skrrt) Thinkin' 'bout when I was posted up when they raided (Swear I was) Now I Double R and Ghost it up, I feel spacious (Woo) I don't feel the safest, but I feel gracious (Yeah) I thank God every day, I don't feel basic Probably lose my sanity if I ain't have my babies (Sheesh) Probably be gamblin' with my life if I ain't made it Home invasions, and you ain't have to persuade me (Nah) Cut it with a razor and serve it 'til your day Came from whippin' out the bowl, Tom Ford suit and tie (Yeah) Get my grandma to serve my dope, that ain't a lie (On God) You can tell I've been broke when you look into my eyes (Future) Nobody done noticed 'til the jet was in the sky You might also like (Soaring, soaring) Bringin' tears to my eyes (Oh yeah) Nobody done noticed 'til the jet was in the sky Bringin' tears to my eyes (Keep goin') Gotta tell The WIZRD, it's a story like a book Tears in my eyes I can't forget where I came from I lost a lover, it's alright It can't be worse when I lost my main homie to the streets You should've never give up on me without hearin' my side of the story (The WIZRD) I can't forget where I came from Freebandz Bringin' tears to my eyes

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Incredible

Incredible by Future

62 ContributorsIncredible Lyrics It's a light day Ain't got on nothin' but about $700 thousand worth That's it You know what I'm sayin'? I was havin' trust issues But I've been havin' way better luck since you I know it's true love with you Told myself I don't wanna fall in love with you Rollin' on the eway speedin' Friday, just started the weekend XO textin', you respondin' We gon' go crazy with this money We do hot yoga, 92 degrees Can you stretch it out? Stretch it out for me I got somewhere to be, but it's hard to leave When you do it like you mean it, I'm proceedin' Is you the one? Is you the one? Then she looked me in my eyes Told me, "Fuck them pussy niggas, they ain't ridin' 'cause I'm ridin' and I'm dyin' for you, baby" Got me feelin' In-in-incredible In-in-incredible In-in-incredible Incredible Yeah, yeah You might also like We can do exactly what you like, baby And it's all on me We can take Vicodin tonight, baby It's all on me We been textin' back and forth Now it's time to get it crackin' Girl, take it all off 'cause I know you active Did you come to talk or is you 'bout that action? Diamonds on my neck, moonwalkin', Michael Jackson I'ma have your body sweatin' like you dipped in baby oil I'ma do whatever it's gon' take to keep my baby spoiled I'ma do whatever it's gon' take to shake these haters off Put it on, fuck the cost I just wanna show you off I can see your flaws, she gon' take me how I am Hit it from the back, girl, you know I'm goin' ham Fuck the pigs, girl, you got me feelin' like the man Yeah, yeah In-in-incredible In-in-incredible In-in-incredible Incredible Yeah, yeah Way you move your body, girl I'll give you an advance Know you, girl, you fuckin' with a full-grown man The way you move your body, I'ma have a change of plans In-in-in-incredible In-in-incredible In-in-incredible Incredible, yeah, yeah I'ma have your body sweatin' like you dipped in baby oil I'ma do whatever it take to keep my fuckin' baby spoiled I'ma do whatever it takes to shake these fuckin' bitches off I'ma do whatever it takes and you gon' be my personal Dance, dance, girl you dancin' like you strippin' for this gold Romance and we've all done been here before But your passion, I hear it when you're talkin' We ain't clashin', you quiet when I'm talkin' Put them diamonds on you, have 'em Billie Jean moonwalkin' Put them diamonds on you, have 'emmmmm moonwalkin' You get into everything exclusively, I'm honest We don't need nobody comin' inbetween this money These niggas already tryna invade the embassy Good thing I changed and you got that remedy The best thing about you, oh you're that far from me You a star to me In-in-incredible In-in-incredible In-in-incredible Incredible Yeah, yeah Way you move your body, girl I'll give you an advance Know you, girl, you fuckin' with a full-grown man The way you move your body, I'ma have a change of plans In-in-in-incredible In-in-incredible In-in-incredible Incredible In-in-incredible In-in-incredible In-in-incredible Incredible, yeah, yeah

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Inside the Mattress

Inside the Mattress by Future

68 ContributorsInside the Mattress Lyrics I pour out yellow tuss, I pour out yellow tuss Cause I gotta have it Yeah, Hendrix I pour out yellow tuss, I pour out yellow tuss Cause I gotta have it Stacks hid inside the mattress Racks hid inside the mattress Packs hid inside the mattress Ganks hid inside the mattress Vert' dippin' through traffic I'm gettin' better, I'm at practice I'm workin' everyday, craftin' I'm cool on her, I done had her Bounce back with a millio' Hit an island like Gilligan Not just a regular civilian I ride for the squad, I'm a champion Remember we hit up the highway, we got us a stash spot Remember as soon as we touch down, nigga cash out I get on the stage and I rap 'til I pass out Hit another city and another city, I'm just groovin' I was tryna tell you I was losin' I was gon' tell you I'm improvin' I done caught a vibe, she was choosin' Gotta keep my pride, I'm a general Gotta keep it real with some criminals Gotta keep my focus, I'm phenomenal Once I cock and load I'm the money man Got a hundred hoes, got a hundred Xans We gon' party hard till the moon calls She done fell in love with the mushrooms And my college girls talkin' kung-fu Put some cough syrup in a Mountain Dew You would never see what I go through Gotta keep my pride, I'm a general Gotta keep it real with some criminals Gotta take my time with these bad bitches I don't wine and dine with no bad bitches Send a flight for a bad bitch Over night for a bad bitch Cartier on a bad bitch Cartier on a bad bitch You might also like Stacks hid inside the mattress Racks hid inside the mattress Packs hid inside the mattress Ganks hid inside the mattress Vert' dippin' through traffic I'm gettin' better, I'm at practice I'm workin' everyday, craftin' I'm cool on her, I done had her Bounce back with a millio' Hit an island like Gilligan Not just a regular civilian I ride for my squad, I'm a champion Remember we hit up the highway, we got us a stash spot Remember as soon as we touch down, nigga cash out I never told the world about you I never told the homies 'bout you, not once I never had no bitter towards you I never had no drama for you, not once I never want to go to none of these award shows That's not me Only the time will tell the day I prevail and get me a Grammy Lil Mexico, kept it real from the start If I did it for you it came from the heart Came from the trenches and turned into art I wake up and do it way better tomorrow I wake up and cook up a kilo Take a flight on a jet out to Rio It's mafia all day We come out the hallways Murder in broad day, murder in broad day Sit in the passenger side with the tool on my lap Got lawyers and actresses and models pursuin' me now Our foundation built on loyalty, you can't ruin me now Stacks hid inside the mattress Racks hid inside the mattress Packs hid inside the mattress Ganks hid inside the mattress Vert' dippin' through traffic I'm gettin' better, I'm at practice I'm workin' everyday, craftin' I'm cool on her, I done had her Bounce back with a millio' Hit an island like Gilligan Not just a regular civilian I rap for the squad, I'm a champion Remember we hit up the highway, we got us a stash spot Remember as soon as we touch down, nigga cash out Freebandz I pour out yellow tuss, I pour out yellow tuss Cause I gotta have it I pour out yellow tuss, I pour out yellow tuss Cause I gotta have it

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​​rockstar

​​rockstar by Post Malone (Ft. 21 Savage)

Hahahahaha Tank God Ayy, ayy I've been fuckin' hoes and poppin' pillies Man, I feel just like a rockstar (Star, ayy, ayy) All my brothers got that gas And they always be smokin' like a Rasta ('Sta) Fuckin' with me, call up on a Uzi And show up, man, them the shottas ('Tas) When my homies pull up on your block They make that thing go grra-ta-ta-ta (Ta, pow, pow, pow, ayy, ayy) Switch my whip, came back in black I'm startin' sayin', "Rest in peace to Bon Scott" (Scott, ayy) Close that door, we blowin' smoke She ask me light a fire like I'm Morrison ('Son, ayy) Act a fool on stage Prolly leave my fuckin' show in a cop car (Car, ayy) Shit was legendary Threw a TV out the window of the Montage Cocaine on the table, liquor pourin', don't give a damn Dude, your girlfriend is a groupie, she just tryna get in Sayin', "I'm with the band" (Ayy, ayy) Now she actin' outta pocket, tryna grab up on my pants Hundred bitches in my trailer say they ain't got a man And they all brought a friend (Yeah, ayy, ayy, ayy) See Post Malone LiveGet tickets as low as $121You might also like I've been fuckin' hoes and poppin' pillies Man, I feel just like a rockstar (Star, ayy, ayy) All my brothers got that gas And they always be smokin' like a Rasta ('Sta) Fuckin' with me, call up on a Uzi And show up, man, them the shottas ('Tas) When my homies pull up on your block They make that thing go grra-ta-ta-ta (Ta, pow, pow, pow) I've been in the Hills fuckin' superstars Feelin' like a popstar (21, 21, 21) Drankin' Henny, bad bitches jumpin' in the pool And they ain't got on no bra (Bra) Hit her from the back, pullin' on her tracks And now she screamin' out, "¡No más!" (Yeah, yeah, yeah) They like, "Savage, why you got a 12 car garage And you only got six cars?" (21) I ain't with the cakin', how you kiss that? (Kiss that?) Your wifey say I'm lookin' like a whole snack (Big snack) Green hundreds in my safe, I got old racks (Old racks) L.A. bitches always askin', "Where the coke at?" (21, 21) Livin' like a rockstar, smash out on a cop car Sweeter than a Pop-Tart, you know you are not hard I done made the hot chart, 'member I used to trap hard Livin' like a rockstar, I'm livin' like a rockstar (Ayy) I've been fuckin' hoes and poppin' pillies Man, I feel just like a rockstar (Star, ayy, ayy) All my brothers got that gas And they always be smokin' like a Rasta ('Sta, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) Fuckin' with me, call up on a Uzi And show up, man, them the shottas ('Tas) When my homies pull up on your block They make that thing go grra-ta-ta-ta (Ta, grra-ta-ta-ta-ta) Star, star, rockstar, rockstar, star Rockstar Rockstar, feel just like a– Rockstar Rockstar Rockstar Feel just like a…

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White Iverson

White Iverson by Post Malone

Double OT I'm a new three Saucin', saucin', I'm saucin' on you I'm swaggin', I'm swaggin', I'm swaggin', oh-ooh (Swaggin') I'm ballin', I'm ballin', Iverson on you (Swish, ooh, ayy) Watch out, watch out, watch out, yeah That's my shot, that's my shot, that's my shot, yeah Spendin', I'm spendin' all my fuckin' pay I got me some braids and I got me some hoes Started rockin' the sleeve, I can't ball with no Joes You know how I do it, Concords on my toes (This shit is hard) Oh I ain't rich yet, but you know I ain't broke, ah So if I see it, I like it, buy that from the store, ah (Store, ah) I'm with some white girls and they love them the coca (Coca) Like they OT Double OT like I'm KD, smokin' OG (Smokin' OG) And you know me, in my 2-3s and my gold teeth (And my gold teeth) Bitch, I'm smiling, bet you see me from the nosebleeds (Nosebleeds) I'm the new three and I change out to my new 3s (To my new 3s) See Post Malone LiveGet tickets as low as $121You might also like White Iverson When I started ballin', I was young You gon' think about me when I'm gone I need that money like the ring I never won, I won Saucin', saucin', I'm saucin' on you I'm swaggin', I'm swaggin', I'm swaggin', oh-ooh I'm ballin', I'm ballin', Iverson on you Watch out, watch out, watch out, yeah That's my shot, that's my shot, that's my shot, yeah Spendin', I'm spendin' all my fuckin' pay Ooh, Stoney Cigarettes and a headband Commas, commas in my head, man Slumped over like a dead man Red and black, 'bout my bread, man I'm the answer, never question Lace up, learn a lesson Bitch, I'm saucin' (Wow), I do this often, don't do no talkin' (No) My options right when I walk in, jump all them Jordans (Ooh) I'm ballin', money jumpin' Like I'm Davis from New Orleans Or bitch, I'm Harden, I don't miss nothin' Fuck practice, this shit just happens, know y'all can't stand it (Ayy) I have it, I never pass it, I work my magic High average, ball on these bastards, it makes me happy It's tragic, I make it happen, and all y'all Shaqtin' White Iverson When I started ballin', I was young You gon' think about me when I'm gone I need that money like the ring I never won, I won Saucin', saucin', I'm saucin' on you I'm swaggin', I'm swaggin', I'm swaggin', oh-ooh I'm ballin', I'm ballin', Iverson on you Watch out, watch out, watch out, yeah That's my shot, that's my shot, that's my shot, yeah Spendin', I'm spendin' all my fuckin' pay Ooh-ooh Ooh-ooh Ooh-ooh Ooh-ooh

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Congratulations

Congratulations by Post Malone (Ft. Quavo)

Yeah, yeah Yeah (Hey) My mama called, seen you on TV, son Said shit done changed ever since we was on I dreamed it all ever since I was young They said I wouldn't be nothing Now they always say, "Congratulations" (Uh, uh, uh) Worked so hard, forgot how to vacation (Uh-huh) They ain't never had the dedication (Uh, uh) People hatin', say we changed and look, we made it (Uh, uh) Yeah, we made it (Uh, uh, uh) They was never friendly, yeah Now I'm jumping out the Bentley, yeah And I know I sound dramatic, yeah But I know I had to have it, yeah For the money, I'm a savage, yeah I be itching like an addict, yeah I'm surround by twenty bad bitch, yeah But they didn't know me last year, yeah Everyone wanna act like they important (Yeah-yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah-yeah) But all that mean nothing when I saw my dough, yeah (Yeah-yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah-yeah) Everyone countin' on me drop the ball, yeah (Yeah-yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah-yeah) Everything custom like I'm at the border, yeah, yeah If you fuck with winning, put your lighters to the sky How could I make cents when I got millions on my mind? Coming with that bullshit, I just put it to the side Balling since a baby, they could see it in my eyes See Post Malone LiveGet tickets as low as $121You might also like My mama called, seen you on TV, son Said shit done changed ever since we was on I dreamed it all ever since I was young They said I wouldn't be nothing Now they always say, "Congratulations" (Congratulations) Worked so hard, forgot how to vacation (Ooh) They ain't never had the dedication (Uh, uh, ayy) People hatin', say we changed and look we made it (Uh, uh) Yeah, we made it (Uh, uh, uh, yeah) I was patient (Yeah, oh) I was patient (Ayy, uh) Now I can scream that we made it (We made it) Now everywhere, everywhere I go, they say 'gratulation (Uh) Young nigga, young nigga graduation (Yeah) I pick up the rock and I ball, baby (Ball) I'm looking for someone to call, baby (Brr) But right now, I got a situation (Ayy) Nothin' but old Ben, Ben Franklins (Cash) Big rings (Woo), champagne (Champagne) My life is like a ball game (Ball game) But instead, I'm in the trap, though (Trap, though) Pot so big, call it Super Bowl (Super Bowl) Super Bowl, call the hoes (Brr), get in the Rolls (Skrrt) Top-floor lifestyle (Top), Huncho and Post (Yeah, ayy) Malone (Ayy), I got a play on my phone (Ayy) You know what I'm on (Ayy), Huncho Houdini, it's gone (Ayy) My mama called, seen you on TV, son Said shit done changed ever since we was on I dreamed it all ever since I was young They said I wouldn't be nothing Now they always say, "Congratulations" (Ayy, uh, uh, uh) Worked so hard, forgot how to vacation (Uh-huh, ooh) They ain't never had the dedication (Ayy, uh, uh) People hatin', say we changed and look we made it (Yeah, uh, uh) Yeah, we made it (Ayy) Hey, hey, hey, hey Hey, hey, hey, hey

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Psycho

Psycho by Post Malone (Ft. Ty Dolla $ign)

Damn, my AP goin' psycho, lil' mama bad like Michael Can't really trust nobody with all this jewelry on you My roof look like a no-show, got diamonds by the boatload Come with the Tony Romo for clowns and all the bozos My AP goin' psycho, lil' mama bad like Michael Can't really trust nobody with all this jewelry on you My roof look like a no-show, got diamonds by the boatload Don't act like you my friend when I'm rollin' through my ends, though You stuck in the friend zone, I tell that four-five the fifth, ayy Hunnid bands inside my shorts, DeChino the shit, ayy Try to stuff it all in, but it don't even fit, ayy Know that I been with the shits ever since a jit, ayy I made my first million, I'm like, "Shit, this is it," ayy 30 for a walkthrough, man, we had that bitch lit, ayy Had so many bottles, gave ugly girl a sip Out the window of the Benzo, we get seen in the rent' And I'm like "Woah, man, my neck so goddamn cold” Diamonds wet, my t-shirt soaked I got homies, let it go, oh My money thick, won't ever fold She said, "Can I have some to hold?" And I can't ever tell you no See Post Malone LiveGet tickets as low as $121You might also like Damn, my AP goin' psycho, lil' mama bad like Michael Can't really trust nobody with all this jewelry on you My roof look like a no-show, got diamonds by the boatload Come with the Tony Romo for clowns and all the bozos My AP goin' psycho, lil' mama bad like Michael Can't really trust nobody with all this jewelry on you My roof look like a no-show, got diamonds by the boatload Don't act like you my friend when I'm rollin' through my ends, though The AP goin' psycho, my Rollie goin' brazy I'm hittin' lil' mama, she wanna have my babies It's fifty on the pinky, chain so stanky You should see the whip, promise I can take yo' bitch Dolla ridin' in an old school Chevy, it's a drop top Boolin' with a thot-thot, she gon' give me top-top Just one switch, I can make the ass drop (Hey) Ayy, take you to the smoke shop We gon' get high, ayy, we gon' hit Rodeo Dial up Valentino, we gon' hit Pico Take you where I'm from, take you to the slums This ain't happen overnight, no, these diamonds real bright Saint Laurent jeans, still in my Vans though All VVS', put you in a necklace Girl, you look beautiful tonight Stars on the roof, they're matching with the jewelry Damn, my AP goin' psycho, lil' mama bad like Michael Can't really trust nobody with all this jewelry on you My roof look like a no-show, got diamonds by the boatload Come with the Tony Romo for clowns and all the bozos My AP goin' psycho, lil' mama bad like Michael Can't really trust nobody with all this jewelry on you My roof look like a no-show, got diamonds by the boatload Don't act like you my friend when I'm rollin' through my ends, though

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I Fall Apart

I Fall Apart by Post Malone

Ooh, I fall apart Ooh, yeah, mmm, yeah She told me that I'm not enough (Yeah) And she left me with a broken heart (Yeah) She fooled me twice and it's all my fault (Yeah) She cut too deep, now she left me scarred (Yeah) Now there's so many thoughts goin' through my brain (Yeah) And now I'm takin' these shots like it's Novocaine, yeah Ooh, I fall apart Down to my core Ooh, I fall apart Down to my core Ooh, didn't know it before Surprised when you caught me off guard All this damn jewelry I bought You was my shorty, I thought Never caught a feelin' this hard Harder than the liquor I pour Tell me you don't want me no more But I can't let go, everybody told me so Feelin' like I sold my soul Devil in the form of a whore Devil in the form of a whore You said it, no, you said it No, you said that shit, we'd be together, oh See Post Malone LiveGet tickets as low as $121You might also like Ooh, I fall apart Down to my core Ooh, I fall apart Down to my core Ooh, didn't know it before Surprised when you caught me off guard All this damn jewelry I bought You was my shorty, I thought Ice keep pourin' and the drink keep flowin' Try to brush it off, but it keep on goin' Covered in scars and I can't help showin' Whippin' in the foreign and the tears keep rollin' Ice keep droppin' and the drink keep flowin' Try to brush it off, but it keep on goin' All these scars, can't help from showin' Whippin' in the foreign and the tears keep blowin', yeah Ooh, I fall apart Down to my core Ooh, I fall apart Down to my core Ooh, didn't know it before Surprised when you caught me off guard All this damn jewelry I bought You was my shorty, I thought

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Circles

Circles by Post Malone

Oh, oh, oh Oh,  oh, oh Oh,  oh, oh, oh, oh We couldn't turn around 'til we were upside down I'll be the bad guy now, but know I ain't too proud I  couldn't be there even when I tried You  don't believe it, we do this every time Seasons change and our love went cold Feed  the flame 'cause we can't let go Run away, but we're running in circles Run away, run away I dare you to do something I'm  waiting on you again, so I don't take the blame Run away, but we're running in circles Run away, run away, run away Let go, I got a feeling that it's time to let go I said so, I knew that this was doomed from the get-go You thought that it was special, special But it was just the sex, though, the sex, though And I still hear the echoes (The echoes) I got a feeling that it's time to let it go, let it go See Post Malone LiveGet tickets as low as $121You might also like Seasons change and our love went cold Feed the flame 'cause we can't let go Run away, but we're running in circles Run away, run away I dare you to do something I'm waiting on you again, so I don't take the blame Run away, but we're running in circles Run away, run away, run away Maybe you don't understand what I'm going through It's only me, what you got to lose? Make up your mind, tell me, what are you gonna do? It's only me, let it go Seasons change and our love went cold Feed the flame 'cause we can't let go Run away, but we're running in circles Run away, run away I dare you to do something I'm waiting on you again, so I don't take the blame Run away, but we're running in circles Run away, run away, run away

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Better Now

Better Now by Post Malone

You prolly think that you are better now, better now You only say that 'cause I'm not around, not around You know I never meant to let you down, let you down Woulda gave you anything, woulda gave you everything You know I say that I am better now, better now I only say that 'cause you're not around, not around You know I never meant to let you down, let you down Woulda gave you anything, woulda gave you everything Oh-oh I did not believe that it would end, no Everything came second to the Benzo You're not even speakin' to my friends, no You knew all my uncles and my aunts though Twenty candles, blow 'em out and open your eyes We were lookin' forward to the rest of our lives Used to keep my picture posted by your bedside Now it's in your dresser with the socks you don't like And I'm rollin', rollin', rollin', rollin' With my brothers like it's Jonas, Jonas Drinkin' Henny and I'm tryna forget But I can't get this shit outta my head You prolly think that you are better now, better now You only say that 'cause I'm not around, not around You know I never meant to let you down, let you down Woulda gave you anything, woulda gave you everything You know I say that I am better now, better now I only say that 'cause you're not around, not around You know I never meant to let you down, let you down Woulda gave you anything, woulda gave you everything Oh-oh See Post Malone LiveGet tickets as low as $121You might also like I seen you with your other dude He seemed like he was pretty cool I was so broken over you Life, it goes on, what can you do? I just wonder what it's gonna take (What's it gonna take?) Another foreign or a bigger chain (Bigger chain) Because no matter how my life has changed I keep on looking back on better days You prolly think that you are better now, better now You only say that 'cause I'm not around, not around You know I never meant to let you down, let you down Woulda gave you anything, woulda gave you everything You know I say that I am better now, better now I only say that 'cause you're not around, not around You know I never meant to let you down, let you down Woulda gave you anything, woulda gave you everything Oh-oh I promise I swear to you, I'll be okay You're only the love of my life (Love of my life) You prolly think that you are better now, better now You only say that 'cause I'm not around, not around You know I never meant to let you down, let you down Woulda gave you anything, woulda gave you everything You know I say that I am better now, better now I only say that 'cause you're not around, not around You know I never meant to let you down, let you down Woulda gave you anything, woulda gave you everything Oh-oh

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Wow.

Wow. by Post Malone

Said she tired of little money, need a big boy Pull up 20 inch blades like I'm Lil’ Troy Now it's everybody flockin', need a decoy Shawty mixing up the vodka with the LaCroix, yeah G-Wagen, G-Wagen, G-Wagen, G-Wagen All the housewives pullin’ up (Up, up) I got a lot of toys, 720S bumpin' Fall Out Boy You was talkin' shit in the beginning (Mm-mm) Back when I was feelin' more forgivin' (More forgivin') I know it piss you off to see me winnin' (See me winnin') See the igloo in my mouth when I be grinnin’ (I be grinnin’), yeah Hunnid bands in my pocket, it's on me Hunnid deep when I roll like the army Get more bottles, these bottles are lonely It’s a moment when I show up, got 'em sayin', "Wow" (Wow, wow) Hunnid bands in my pocket, it's on me (On me) Yeah, your grandmama probably know me (Know me) Get more bottles, these bottles are lonely It’s a moment when I show up, got 'em sayin', "Wow" (Wow, wow) Everywhere I go (Hey) Catch me on the block like I'm Mutombo (Wow) Trunk in the front like that shit Dumbo, yeah Cut the roof off like a nip-tuck Pull up to the house with some big butts Turn the kitchen counter to a strip-club (Yeah, wow) Me and Dre came for the... When I got guap, all of y'all just appeared (Wow) Before I dropped Stoney, none of y'all really cared (Cared) Now they always say, "Congratulations," to the kid (Kid) And this is not a 40, but I'm pourin' out this shit (Yeah) Used to have a lot, but I got more now (Yup) Made another hit 'cause I got bored now (Yup) Always goin' for it, never punt fourth down Last call, Hail Mary, Prescott touchdown, ayy See Post Malone LiveGet tickets as low as $121You might also like Hunnid bands in my pocket, it's on me (On me) Hunnid deep when I roll like the army (Hey) Get more bottles, these bottles are lonely It's a moment when I show up, got 'em sayin', "Wow" (Wow, wow) Hunnid bands in my pocket, it's on me (Yeah, yeah) Yeah, your grandmama probably know me (Yeah, yeah) Get more bottles, these bottles are lonely It's a moment when I show up, got 'em sayin', "Wow" Got 'em sayin', "Wow" Ayy, ayy, wow Sayin', "Wow" Wow Wow

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Stay

Stay by Post Malone

It's true that all that you know is all that you are You said that it's all that you want and more Fuck off and pour another drink And tell me what you think You know that I'm too drunk to talk right now You put your cigarette out on my face So beautiful, please, woman Don't break your back for me I'll put you out of your misery Tell me that it's all okay (Tell me that it's all okay) I've been waitin' on this all damn day (Waitin' on this all damn day) Call me in the mornin', tell me how last night went I'm here, but don't count on me to— Stay a little longer if you convince me And tell me all the things that you have against me Every time we make up, the truth is fadin' Everybody's blind when the view's amazin' Damn, who are we right now? Can we have a little conversation? Figure it out with no intoxication We carry on, what is our motivation? We're never wrong, how the hell we gonna make it? Maybe we're used to this Tell me, what are we to do? It's like we only play to lose Chasin' pain with an excuse I love that shit and so do you See Post Malone LiveGet tickets as low as $121You might also like But don't break your back for me I'll put you out of your misery Tell me that it's all okay (Tell me that it's all okay) I've been waitin' on this all damn day (Waitin' on this all damn day) Call me in the mornin', tell me how last night went I'm here, but don't count on me to stay Tell me that it's all okay (Tell me that it's all okay) I've been waitin' on this all damn day (Waitin' on this all damn day) Call me in the mornin', tell me how last night went I'm here, but don't count on me to stay

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Go Flex

Go Flex by Post Malone

Lighting stog after stog, I choke on the smoke They tell me to quit, don't listen what I'm told They help me forget that this world is so cold I don't even know what I'm chasin' no more Tell me what I want, just keep searchin' on It's never enough, cup after cup Blunt after blunt, I wouldn't give one if I could find a fuck Ha, ha, ha, uh, in the cut and I put that on my mama And my bitch called talkin' 'bout some drama I swear there ain't no time for women on the come up It's either pussy or the commas Man, I just wanna go flex Gold on my teeth and on my neck And I'm stone cold with the flex With my squad and I'm smokin' up a check Man, I just wanna go flex Gold on my teeth and on my neck And I'm stone cold with the flex With my squad and I'm smokin' up a check Uh, yeah, push the gas, get a motherfuckin' nose bleed She ain't never met a youngin' do it like me She got a man but she says she really like me She doin' things to excite me She sendin' all her friends snaps of my new tracks 'Cause all these hoes know what's about to come next I hit my plug up, got the paper connect I drop a couple bands, I just wanna go See Post Malone LiveGet tickets as low as $121You might also like Man, I just wanna go flex Gold on my teeth and on my neck And I'm stone cold with the flex With my squad and I'm smokin' up a check Man, I just wanna go flex Gold on my teeth and on my neck And I'm stone cold with the flex With my squad and I'm smokin' up a check Knowing all of this, it just don't make a difference I'm just talking shit to the ones that'll listen I come with the heat, man, I swear I'm never missing And I'm still the same and I swear I'm never switching Knowing all of this, it just don't make a difference I'm just talking shit to the ones that'll listen I come with the heat, man, I swear I'm never missing And I'm still the same and I swear I'm never switching Man, I just wanna go flex Gold on my teeth and on my neck And I'm stone cold with the flex With my squad and I'm smokin' up a check Man, I just wanna go flex Gold on my teeth and on my neck And I'm stone cold with the flex With my squad and I'm smokin' up a check Ooh, man, I just wanna go flex Gold on my teeth and on my neck And I'm stone cold with the flex, yeah Ice cold with the flex Hahaha, that shit hard

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Candy Paint

Candy Paint by Post Malone

Yeah, yeah Mmm, ayy Candy paint with the white on top Lambo doors are the oo-op drop If you busy plottin' on what I got Kick in your door, that's SWAT, you thot Hundred thousand dollars on the table top Half price my whip, same price my watch Got no jumper, but I ball a lot Bitch, I'm young Stoney, I do what I want Candy paint with the white on top (Skrrt) Lambo doors are the oo-op drop (Drop) If you busy plottin' on what I got Kick in your door, that's SWAT, you thot (Pop) Hundred thousand dollars on the table top Half price my whip, same price my watch (Bling) Got no jumper, but I ball a lot (Swish) Bitch, I'm young Stoney, I do what I want Didn't know that was your girl when she gave me top (Yuh) Kicked her out the Rolls said, "Thanks a lot" Goddamn, I love paper like I'm Michael Scott (Yeah) I can do things that your man can not (Yeah) Slide boy comin' down, damn, I'm hot (Hot) Everybody say that I gotta be stopped (Stopped) Even though my final form ain't unlocked (Locked) I'm so ahead of you muhfuckas How you comprehend what you ain't understandin'? Count a hundred bands and I watch it vanish Diamonds going crazy like they on the dance floor Got a lot of ass, nothin' I can't handle See Post Malone LiveGet tickets as low as $121You might also like Flavor lasts forever, you should try a sample (Goddamn) Baby, I'm the boss like I'm Tony Danza (Tony Danza) Everybody tryna tell me what I stand for But you don't fuckin' know me, homie, you don't want war (Ayy) Candy paint with the white on top Lambo doors are the oo-op drop If you busy plottin' on what I got Kick in your door, that's SWAT, you thot Hundred thousand dollars on the table top Half price my whip, same price my watch Got no jumper, but I ball a lot (Ayy, ayy) Bitch, I'm young Stoney, I do what I want (Ayy, ayy) Candy paint with the white on top (Yeah) Lambo doors are the oo-op drop (Drop, drop) If you busy plottin' on what I got Kick in your door, that's SWAT, you thot (Pop, pop, pop, pop) Hundred thousand dollars on the table top (Woo) Half price my whip, same price my watch (Yeah) Got no jumper, but I ball a lot (Swish) Bitch, I'm young Stoney, I do what I want I've been rollin' twenty ash, hit the road (Woo) Hit the switch up the suicide doors (Damn) We already know you vanished though (Ooh) Hit my momma when I ride in that, oh All these muhfuckas' so false with me (Yah) If your money funny, don't talk to me (Nah) I know there ain't shit that you could offer me (No) Take a second if you think about crossin' me It lasts forever, you should try a sample (Goddamn) Baby, I'm the boss like I'm Tony Danza (Tony Danza) Everybody tryna tell me what I stand for (What I stand for) But you don't fuckin' know me, homie, you don't want war (You don't want war) Candy paint with the white on top Lambo doors are the oo-op drop If you busy plottin' on what I got Kick in your door, that's SWAT, you thot Hundred thousand dollars on the table top Half price my whip, same price my watch Got no jumper, but I ball a lot Bitch, I'm young Stoney, I do what I want Candy paint with the white on top Lambo doors are the oo-op drop (Oh-ooh-ooh) If you busy plottin' on what I got (Oh-ooh) Kick in your door, that's SWAT, you thot Hundred thousand dollars on the table top (Oh-ooh) Half price my whip, same price my watch (Oh-ooh-ooh) Got no jumper, but I ball a lot (Oh-ooh) Bitch, I'm young Stoney, I do what I want

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Goodbyes

Goodbyes by Post Malone (Ft. Young Thug)

Me and Kurt feel the same, too much pleasure is pain My girl spites me in vain, all I do is complain She needs something to change, need to take off the e-e-edge So fuck it all tonight And don't tell me to shut up When you know you talk too much But you don't got shit to say (Say) I want you out of my head I want you out of my bedroom tonight (Bedroom) There's no way I could save you (Save you) 'Cause I need to be saved too I'm no good at goodbyes We're both actin' insane, but too stubborn to change Now I'm drinkin' again, 80 proof in my veins And my fingertips stained, looking over the e-e-edge Don't fuck with me tonight Say you needed this heart, then you got it (Got it) Turns out that it wasn't what you wanted (Wanted) And we wouldn't let go and we lost it Now I'm a goner See Post Malone LiveGet tickets as low as $121You might also like I want you out of my head (Head) I want you out of my bedroom tonight (Bedroom) There's no way I could save you (Save you) 'Cause I need to be saved too (Saved too) I'm no good at goodbyes I want you out of my life I want you back here tonight I'm tryna cut you, no knife I wanna slice you and dice you My argue possessive, it got you precise Can you not turn off the TV? I'm watchin' the fight I flood the garage, blue diamond, no shark You're Barbie life doll, it's Nicki Minaj You don't need a key to drive, your car on the charger I just wanna see the side, the one that's unbothered (Yeah) And I don't want ya to never go outside (Outside) I promise if they play, my niggas slidin' (Slidin') I'm fuckin' her, and the tour bus still ridin' (Ridin') Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah I want you out of my head (Head) I want you out of my bedroom tonight (Bedroom) There's no way I could save you (Save you) 'Cause I need to be saved too (Saved too) I'm no good at goodbyes Goodbye, goodbye, goodbye (Bye, bye) Goodbye, goodbye, goodbye (Bye, bye) (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) Goodbye, goodbye, goodbye (Bye, bye, bye) I'm no good at goodbyes Goodbye, goodbye, goodbye (Bye, bye) Goodbye, goodbye, goodbye (Bye, bye) Goodbye, goodbye, goodbye (Bye, bye) I'm no good at goodbyes

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Hollywood’s Bleeding

Hollywood's Bleeding by Post Malone

Ooh, ooh Ooh, ooh Hollywood's bleeding, vampires feedin' Darkness turns to dust Everyone's gone, but no one's leavin' Nobody left but us Tryna chase a feelin', but we'll never feel it Ridin' on the last train home Dyin' in our sleep, we're livin' out a dream We only make it out alone I just keep on hopin' that you call me You say you wanna see me, but you can't right now You never took the time to get to know me We're scared of losin' somethin' that we never found We're runnin' out of reasons, but we can't let go Yeah, Hollywood is bleedin', but we call it home Outside, the winter sky turnin' grey City up in smoke, it's only ash when it rains Howl at the moon and go to sleep in the day Love for everybody 'til the drugs fade away In the mornin', blocking out the sun with the shades She gotta check her pulse to tell herself that she okay It seem like dyin' young is an honor But who'd be at my funeral? I wonder I go out and all they eyes on me I show out, do you like what you see? And now they closin' in on me Let 'em sharpen all they teeth This is more than I can handle, blood in my Lambo' Wish I could go, oh, I'm losin' ho-ope I light a candle, some Palo Santo For all these demons, wish I could just go home See Post Malone LiveGet tickets as low as $121You might also like I just keep on hopin' that you call me You say you wanna see me, but you can't right now You never took the time to get to know me We're scared of losin' somethin' that we never found We're runnin' out of reasons, but we can't let go Yeah, Hollywood is bleedin', but we call it home

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Feeling Whitney

Feeling Whitney by Post Malone

99 ContributorsTranslationsNederlandsFeeling Whitney Lyrics I've been looking for someone... Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh-ooh Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh-ooh Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh And I've been looking for someone to put up with my bullshit I can't even leave my bedroom so I keep it pouring And I ain't seen the light of day since, well, that's not important, it's been long And I was feeling Whitney, me and my homies sip the Houston Cars and clothes, thought I was winnin', you knew I was losing You told me to wake up but my clock always stays on snooze and I'm done To each their own and find peace in knowin' Ain't always broken, but here's to hopin' Show no emotion, against your coding Just act as hard as you can You don't need a friend Boy, you're the man Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh-ooh Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh-ooh Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh See Post Malone LiveGet tickets as low as $121You might also like And I've been looking for someone that I can buy my drugs from It seems like every plug ran east to Utah, became Mormons Drought comes around, feels like I have no one to depend on Sober, ugh I had eighty beers on Tuesday night, I had nothing to do then I put on a little Dwight and sang a happy tune And lit a cigarette, stepped out the door, had an appearance Drank more To each their own and find peace in knowin' Ain't always broken, but here's to hopin' Show no emotion, against your coding Just act as hard as you can You don't need a friend Boy, you're the man Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh-ooh Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh-ooh Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh

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Deja Vu

Deja Vu by Post Malone (Ft. Justin Bieber)

(Oh) (Ooh) 'Cause I can't take it no more No, you ain't like them bitches, tell them hoes, "Adios" And you can drop your panties, leave them shits at the door Dior falls on the floor, I swear we been here before I'm tryna see you from my own perspective You all in my section, tryna come to my session We rollin' up pressure, you know that we flexin' We bought all the bottles, we came with the models Girl, this a confession, I'm not like your exes I came up from Texas and now that we textin' You can fly in whenever, now you undressin' Panties on the dresser, your hair gettin' messed up The feelin' we catchin', my love is a blessin' Made love in a Lexus, made love in a Lexus I know you remember (I know you remember) Tell me, is that déjà vu? (Ooh-ooh) 'Cause you want me and I want you (Ooh-ooh) Tell me, is that déjà vu? (Ooh-ooh) 'Cause, baby, it ain't nothin' new, nah Tell me, is that déjà vu? (Ooh-ooh) 'Cause you want me and I want you (Ooh-ooh) Tell me, is that déjà vu? (Ooh-ooh) 'Cause, baby, this ain't nothin' new, oh See Post Malone LiveGet tickets as low as $121You might also like Oh, you actin' reckless (Actin' reckless) I told you that I need affection (Need affection) So let me point you in the right direction (Right direction) It's so important that you get the message (Oh), yeah Yeah, I gotta say, gotta say somethin' to you-you-you I'm gonna roll, I'm gonna roll out in that new-new-new If you wanna do what I wanna do, well, mm-mm-mm But I guess that it's just déjà vu Tell me, is that déjà vu? (Ooh-ooh) 'Cause you want me and I want you (Ooh-ooh) Tell me, is that déjà vu? (Ooh-ooh) 'Cause, baby, it ain't nothin' new, nah Tell me, is that déjà vu? (Ooh-ooh) 'Cause you want me and I want you (Ooh-ooh) Tell me, is that déjà vu? (Ooh-ooh) 'Cause, baby, this ain't nothin' new, oh Tell me if you want it, baby 'Cause I know I could drive you crazy I just wanted you to know now Oh-ah, oh-ah Show up in that new Mercedes You already know I'm faded Girl, I been thinkin' 'bout you lately Oh-oh, oh-oh Tell me, is that déjà vu? (Ooh-ooh) 'Cause you want me and I want you (Ooh-ooh) Tell me, is that déjà vu? (Ooh-ooh) 'Cause, baby, it ain't nothin' new, nah Tell me, is that déjà vu? (Ooh-ooh) 'Cause you want me and I want you (Ooh-ooh) Tell me, is that déjà vu? (Ooh-ooh) 'Cause, baby, this ain't nothin' new, oh 'Cause I can't take it no more No, you ain't like them bitches, tell them hoes, "Adios" And you can drop your panties, leave them shits at the door Dior falls on the floor, I swear we been here before

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Take What You Want

Take What You Want by Post Malone (Ft. Ozzy Osbourne & Travis Scott)

Oh I feel you crumble in my arms down to your heart of stone You bled me dry just like the tears you never show Why don't you take what you want from me? Take what you need from me Take what you want and go Why don't you take what you want from me? Take what you need from me Take what you want and go I never needed anything from you And all I ever asked was for the truth (All I ever asked was for) You showed your tongue and it was forked in two Your venom was lethal, I almost believed you (Almost believed you) Yeah, you preyed on my every mistake Waited on me to break, held me under hopin' I would drown Like a plague, I was wasting away Tryna find my way out, find my way out (Find my way out) And it finally came the day I start giving my heart away For Heaven's sake, my bones will break But you'll never own my soul, no See Post Malone LiveGet tickets as low as $121You might also like I feel you crumble in my arms down to your heart of stone You bled me dry just like the tears you never show Why don't you take what you want from me? Take what you need from me Take what you want and go Why don't you take what you want from me? Take what you need from me Take what you want and go I took them stones you threw, made chains for the crew (Ice) I brought up 10 hoes, this coupe only made for two (Yessir) They all ran through it, it ain't nothin' left to do I need some more reasons to live out this evening (Straight up) I've been sippin' forever and just taking whatever Hoping, thinking whenever you'll be back around Let's go our ways, whichever You say how is however long 'Cause you know I'll never be alone (Yeah) Love (Love, yeah) Shorty gon' back (Shorty gon, shorty gon' back) Need it on sight (Need it on, need it on sight) Crack it all back (Crack it all, crack it all back) Give her that pipe (Give her that, give her that pipe) All of my gang (All of my, all of my gang) Shawty went bad (Shawty went, shawty went bad) I feel you crumble in my arms down to your heart of stone You bled me dry just like the tears you never show Why don't you take what you want from me? Take what you need from me Take what you want and go Why don't you take what you want from me? Take what you need from me Take what you want and go Take it all away Why don't you (Take what you want, take what you need) Take what you need from me, yeah (Take what you want) Why don't you (Take what you need) (What you need, yeah)

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Paranoid

Paranoid by Post Malone

Never know when someone come and try to take my life I've been sleepin' with the .45 like every night In the whip I pray to God I don't see flashin' lights God damn, they right behind me And I wake up everyday I wake up every day with this anxiety And they know where I stay Got "Malone" on my plates And they followin' me Two hundred bands under the floor of the kitchen A little more up in the walls and the ceilin' Even family and friends started switchin' Ever since I got that check, seen 'em itchin' Eyes open, I see you, I'm watchin' you More people wanna be you, don't trust no one Tell me why I can get no relief (I can't even sleep) Wonderin' when they'll come for me A paranoid man makes paranoid plans I do what I can, but it's out of my hands Strugglin' just to find my peace See Post Malone LiveGet tickets as low as $121You might also like Sometimes feel like I got no friends Can't trust a soul, like I'm Snowden Right by the bed, keep it loaded Lord have mercy if they broke in I don't ever sleep, yeah, I'm wide awake If you try to pull up to my place Beam is gonna hit you a mile away I promise, one of us gonna die today Helicopters in the sky No, he can't escape the eyes Politicians and the lies Tell me, what's the point in pickin' sides? Tell me why I can get no relief (I can't even sleep) Wonderin' when they'll come for me A paranoid man makes paranoid plans I do what I can, but it's out of my hands Strugglin' just to find my peace (Ayy) Mind is runnin' all day Cost me more than money and I'm payin' the price, yeah I ain't goin' nowhere Killin' myself so I can make me a life, yeah Minute after minute, never had a limit Woke up every mornin', knew that I just had to get it Windows always tinted, you ain't lookin' in it Either way, I know they'll come for me again Tell me why I can get no relief (I can't even sleep) Wonderin' when they'll come for me A paranoid man makes paranoid plans I do what I can, but it's out of my hands Strugglin' just to find my peace

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Over Now

Over Now by Post Malone

93 ContributorsTranslationsNederlandsTürkçeOver Now Lyrics Ahahah, yeah (Yeah, yeah, yeah) When you leave me, make me jump up off my roof Didn't faze you, would've given you the moon Even after everything that we've been through I ain't never met nobody like you Why you always tryna tell me that it's cool? Need to quiet 'cause you never tell the truth Felt like ballin' was the only thing to do Trade my woman for some diamonds and a coupe When she's comin' for my heart, it feels like Armageddon I'ma turn the tables, promise you will not forget it Won't apologize, don't give a fuck if you're offended No discussion, yeah, we gotta go our separate ways Won't take me down in flames I don't even wanna know your name Watch how everything is gonna change, yeah, ayy I'ma pull up in a Bentley With a fuckin' hunnid thousand in my pocket, yeah, yeah I'ma pull in, swang my door open Stuntin', knowin' everybody watchin', yeah, yeah And help another bitch out the whip And I don't give a fuck if you don't like it, yeah, yeah Just to show you that it's over It don't matter what you gotta say about it, yeah I'ma put that bitch pussy in a motherfuckin' bodybag So you know that I'm never ever coming back You kept your heart on the counter in a Prada bag I used to never ever want to see the light of day, yeah I was an idiot Beggin' on my knees onto the floor Now, I don't even want you anymore, anymore It's over now It's over now, yeah, yeah, yeah, ayy See Post Malone LiveGet tickets as low as $121You might also like Feels like a knife in my throat, you treat this like it's a joke I bet you've done this before, I ain't surprised, yeah I wasn't tryna let go, but you'll know why when I'm ghost I hope you wind up alone, dead in my eyes, yeah Ain't religious, only Christian when it's Dior Only prayin' for the Amex and the gold You ain't stop me, no, you only was a detour Tried to drive me crazy, you ran out of road When she's comin' for my heart, it feels like Armageddon I'ma turn the tables, promise you will not forget it Won't apologize, don't give a fuck if you're offended No discussion, yeah, we gotta go our separate ways Won't take me down in flames I don't even wanna know your name Watch how everything is gonna change (Is gonna change), yeah, ayy I'ma pull up in a Bentley With a fuckin' hunnid thousand in my pocket, yeah, yeah I'ma pull in, swang my door open Stuntin', knowin' everybody watchin', yeah, yeah And help another bitch out the whip And I don't give a fuck if you don't like it, yeah, yeah (I don't give a fuck) Just to show you that it's over It don't matter what you gotta say about it, yeah (What you gotta say about it) I'ma put that bitch pussy in a motherfuckin' bodybag (In a bodybag) So you know that I'm never ever coming back (Never coming back) You kept your heart on the counter in a Prada bag (In a Prada bag) I used to never ever want to see the light of day, yeah I was an idiot Beggin' on my knees on to the floor (To the floor) Now I don't even want you anymore, anymore It's over now It's over now (It's over now)

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Too Young

Too Young by Post Malone

92 ContributorsTranslationsTürkçeNederlandsAzərbaycanca / آذربايجانPortuguêsItalianoToo Young Lyrics I don't wanna die too young (Uh) Yuh, too young (Uh, uh-uh) Yuh, too young I don't wanna die too young (Too young) Too young (Too young) Too young (Too young, uh) Countin' bands, hallelujah ('Lujah) 'Lujah ('Lujah) 'Lujah, yuh ('Lujah, uh) I don't wanna die too young (Too young) Too young (Too young) Too young, uh (Too young, uh-uh) I've been grindin' way too long (Too long) Too long (Too long) Too long, uh (Yeah, ayy) Came up, don't know (I don't) I just keep goin' with the flow (Flow) I just wanna go and cop me somethin' I hit Fairfax, go shoppin' though (Ayy) She just wanna hit that bathingroom (Oh) Hold that guap like a register Keep on winnin', need that guapa though Like I'm cash out, eat at Pappadeaux Flowin' on to the Galapagos, runnin' and grab the dough Man, this shit never minimal, feel like an animal Yeah, bitch, I tryna keep me cool (Tryna, tryna) 'Cause I ain't never goin', never goin' back, uh (Tryna never) Yeah, I don't wanna die too young (Too young) I don't wanna die too young (Too young) When I get that cash, it's hallelujah, ayy, hallelujah Ayy, hallelujah, ayy (Ayy, ayy) Hallelujah, ayy (Ayy, ayy, hallelujah) See Post Malone LiveGet tickets as low as $121You might also like I don't wanna die too young (No, ain't no) Too young (Too young) Too young (Too young) Countin' bands, hallelujah ('Lujah, 'lujah) 'Lujah ('Lujah, 'lujah) 'Lujah, yuh I don't wanna die too young (Too young) Too young (Yeah) Too young, uh I've been grindin' way too long Too long (Way too long) Too long, uh Ayy, whip fast, my bitch bad, I skrrt, skrrt, that coupe fast My coupe fast, yo' bitch know (Yo' bitch know, skrrt, skrrt) My bitch slow, she do what I say so And she always keep me on my toes (My toes) Poppin' that woe, man, I be gone, ayy (Whoa) Just watch me go, bitches, they watchin' me go (Whoa) Walkin' around, ayy, I pick that band up And then I go drop that shit off, ayy (Oh) Pull up in a Porsche, shit poppin' off Pop that shit off, I got that bitch off I tell her to knock that shit off and I got my nut off And she washed my nuts off, ayy Yeah, I want that shit (Okay) I got that shit, pop that shit, got rich quick, suck my— (Ooh) You know it make me goddamn numb (Ayy, yeah) When I see 'em die so goddamn young I don't wanna die too young (I'm too young) Too young (Too young) Too young (Too young) Countin' bands, hallelujah (Too young, goddamn) 'Lujah (Goddamn) 'Lujah, yuh (Yeah) I don't wanna die too young (No way) Too young (Too young) Too young, uh (Too young) I've been grindin' way too long (Too long) Too long (Too long) Too long, uh (Too long) I don't wanna die too young, too young, too young Countin' bands, hallelujah, 'lujah, 'lujah, yuh I don't wanna die too young, too young, too young, uh

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No Option

No Option by Post Malone

63 ContributorsTranslationsNederlandsNo Option Lyrics Ho, I look so clean and them motherfuckers just talkin' Show up at the spot and now everyone, they all watchin' Don't wanna prove you wrong, but shit, you leave me with no option Yeah, yeah Everybody askin', "Post, when is the album droppin'?" Ever since the very first day at it, I been poppin' Don't wanna prove you wrong, but shit, you leave me with no option Yeah, yeah Ooh, swingin' with a four-door Now they takin' photos Bottles, we need more of those, ooh Say she been to every show Yeah, even on the road And she always be in front row, ooh, yeah Everything that I worked for Waited so long to get on The Caddy just sits on the chrome I swang through on dubs on the four Baby wanna get in this S-Class (S-Class) Little mama, she just wanna go fast (Go fast) You know, baby, you don't get a free pass (Free pass) So I told her, "Ass, gas, or grass" Rolex with the diamonds keep me shinin' Gotta have perfect timin' when I'm ridin' Brand new Aston Martin with no mileage Ooh, ooh, ooh, yeah See Post Malone LiveGet tickets as low as $121You might also like Ho, I look so clean and them motherfuckers just talkin' Show up at the spot and now everyone, they all watchin' Don't wanna prove you wrong, but shit, you leave me with no option Yeah, yeah (Ooh) Now she hoppin' in a old-school Swimmin' in the carpool Everything is all cool, ooh Yeah, she told me not to tell 'Bout the rumors that I heard She said, "Everything was all true," yeah Baby wanna get in this S-Class (S-Class) Little mama, she just wanna go fast (Go fast) You know, baby, you don't get a free pass (Free pass) So I told her, "Ass, gas, or grass" Rolex with the diamonds keep me shinin' Gotta have perfect timin' when I'm ridin' Brand new Aston Martin with no mileage Ooh, ooh, ooh, yeah Just me and lil' mama, yeah Ridin' around LA Just me and lil' mama, yeah We own the city, yeah Baby wanna get in this S-Class (S-Class) Little mama, she just wanna go fast (Go fast) You know, baby, you don't get a free pass (Free pass) So I told her, "Ass, gas, or grass" Rolex with the diamonds keep me shinin' Gotta have perfect timin' when I'm ridin' Brand new Aston Martin with no mileage Ooh, ooh (Yeah) So come hop in that, ooh What do you wanna do? Put that dime in my coupe With that gold on my tooth Ooh, yeah

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Die For Me

Die For Me by Post Malone (Ft. Future & Halsey)

Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah Yeah, you'd die for me Said you'd die, said you'd die But you lied, you lied to me Said you'd take a bullet, told me you would die for me I had a really bad feeling you'd been lying to me We were on the low, but you were getting high with me When it's past 11, that's a different side I see Said you'd die for me, you'd die for me, you'd die for me But you lied to me, you lied to me, you lied to me Said you'd die for me, you'd die for me, you'd die for me But you lied to me, you lied to me, you lied to me It was love at first sight, felt like you were chosen (Oh) But that blood in your veins, yeah, I know it's frozen (It's so cold) Got no patience no more (No), been waitin' too long (Yeah) You hid that shit away and I was the last one to know, bitch (Ayy, ooh) I heard you comin' in, I was lyin' there awake (Awake) Didn't know that it was you, got the gun right out the safe (Damn) Remember when you got my ass arrested (Wow) At least when I was in jail, I got some rest in (Yeah) Ooh, I surrender (Ayy), time to forget ya (Ayy) I'm too tired to forgive ya (Ayy), it's too hard on my liver (Ayy) And you know (Ayy) it’s all (Ayy) over now All your friends (Ayy), you know (Ayy) they sold you out See Post Malone LiveGet tickets as low as $121You might also like Said you'd take a bullet, told me you would die for me (Die for me) I had a really bad feeling you'd been lying to me (Lying to me) We were on the low, but you were getting high with me (High with me) When it's past 11, that's a different side I see (Side I see) Said you'd die for me, you'd die for me, you'd die for me (Die, die, die) But you lied to me, you lied to me, you lied to me (Lie, lie, lie) Said you'd die for me, you'd die for me, you'd die for me (Die, die, die) But you lied to me, you lied to me, you lied to me, yeah (You lied, yeah) It was a VIP, happened to be one of my best nights (Yeah) 9 AM, I came from out the club, it was daylight (Daylight) Got a bad girl, I was treating her too nice (I was treating her too nice) Caught you being vulnerable, that ain't what I need, ayy (That ain't what I need) You just sold your soul, girl, quit crying (Sold your soul) From your passport, it looks like you lying (Know you cold) You broken down by your past, don't deny it (You know I know) Your ex called, you was vulnerable, you flying, nah (Flying) Wasn't on the best of terms, girl, I was trying (I was trying on ya) I did everything to reach out to you (I was reaching out) Said you never had me caught up in no drama (No drama) I done ran into my karma (I done ran) Said you'd take a bullet, told me you would die for me (That you would die) I had a really bad feeling you'd been lying to me (You'd been lying) We been on the low, but you been getting high with me (You was high) When it's past 11, that's a different side I see (A different side) Said you'd die for me, you'd die for me, you'd die for me (Said you'd die, you said you'd die) But you lied to me, you lied to me, you lied to me (Know you're lying) Said you'd die for me, you'd die for me, you'd die for me (Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah) But you lied to me, you lied to me, you lied to me Settle down, I'll spell it out, it's simple enough I came around, I figured out, should follow my gut I don't play anymore, I went through your phone And called the girls in your DMs and took all them home And I know it's been a while since the last time you heard from me Grew into a savage and that's why they gave this verse to me Turns out it shows 'cause they turn out at shows I sold fifteen million copies of a break-up note Brought some strangers in our beds And now you lost your right to privacy Spilling all our secrets When you thought they'd probably die with me Know you fucking love it on the low And you don't have to say I'm crazy 'Cause I know nothing's changed though Said you'd take a bullet, told me you would die for me (You'd die, you'd die, you'd die) I had a really bad feeling you'd been lying to me (But you lied, you lied, you lied) We were on the low, but you were getting high with me (You'd die, you'd die, you'd die) When it's past 11, that's a different side I see (But you lied, you lied, you lied) Said you'd die for me, you'd die for me, you'd die for me (You'd die, you'd die, you'd die) But you lied to me, you lied to me, you lied to me (But you lied, you lied, you lied) Said you'd die for me, you'd die for me, you'd die for me (You'd die, you'd die, you'd die) But you lied to me, you lied to me, you lied to me (But you lied, you lied, you lied)

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Rich & Sad

Rich & Sad by Post Malone

73 ContributorsTranslationsTürkçeNederlandsRich & Sad Lyrics Hunnid thousand for the chain and now my drop (Drop, drop) When I pull out the garage, I chop my top (Top, top) Just like a fiend, when I start I cannot stop (Whoa) I got, I got hella guap, look at me now (At me now) Ooh, covered in carats, ooh, mahogany cabinets Ooh, I ball like the Mavericks, ooh, stable and stallions Ooh, massive medallions, ooh, I finally had it Ooh, but then you just vanished, damn, I thought I was savage All this stuntin' couldn't satisfy my soul (–oul) Got a hundred big places, but I'm still alone (–one) Ayy, I would throw it all away I just keep on wishin' that the money made you stay You ain't never cared about that bullshit anyway I just keep on wishin' that the money made you stay, ayy You know I would throw it all away I just keep on wishin' that the money made you stay Price went up, my price went up, we went our separate ways I just keep on wishin' that the money made you stay, ayy, ayy Buy me love, tried to buy me love Now I'm alone, Ice Box, Omarion (Ooh) Plenty sluts grabbin' on my nuts (Whoa) Might have fucked, it was only lust (Trust) I was livin' life, how could I have known? (Could have known) Couldn't listen to advice 'cause I'm never wrong (Oh) In the spotlight, but I'm on my own (Oh) Now that you're gone (Now that you're gone) See Post Malone LiveGet tickets as low as $121You might also like All this stuntin' couldn't satisfy my soul (–oul) Got a hundred big places, but I'm still alone (–one) Ayy, I would throw it all away I just keep on wishin' that the money made you stay You ain't never cared about that bullshit anyway I just keep on wishin' that the money made you stay, ayy You know I would throw it all away I just keep on wishin' that the money made you stay Price went up, my price went up, we went our separate ways I just keep on wishin' that the money made you stay, ayy, ayy I don't even wanna go home In a big house all alone (Alone) I don't even wanna go home (No, no, no) But I'ma try to call you on the phone Brrt I would throw it all away I just keep on wishin' that the money made you stay You ain't never cared about that bullshit anyway I just keep on wishin' that the money made you stay (Made you stay), ayy You know I would throw it all away (All away) I just keep on wishin' that the money made you stay (Made you stay) Price went up, my price went up, we went our separate ways (Separate ways) I just keep on wishin' that the money made you stay (Made you stay) ayy, ayy

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92 Explorer

92 Explorer by Post Malone

88 ContributorsTranslationsNederlands92 Explorer Lyrics Ooh-ooh, wow Ahh, yeah-yeah (Wow) Yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah We got London on the track Hunnid and twenty, come catch me Forties inside of my belly Shouldn't be drivin', I'm faded (Skrt, yeah) Rock that Nirvana, my favorite Damn, I forgot what her name is She in the front seat, head-bangin' (Yeah, yeah) Yeah, money counter sound somethin' like a chopper, chopper (Chopper, chopper) Speaker system bumpin', fuck your fuckin' block up (Fuck your block up) Used to mock him, now it's custom Bentley mock-ups (Mock-ups) Killer drop, a call from lockup If you buy that Echo, why you lyin'? You broke Got a nine in my tote, get you smoked like a stoge Keep on ridin' my coat, your new shit is a joke Why you bitin' my flows? What you tryna be, Post? Yeah Ooh, baby, ooh, baby, guap keep expandin' Ooh, yuck me up, I don't want no romancin' Ooh, baby, I see these muhfuckas' glancin' When my whip stop, then my wheels keep spinnin' (Skrt) Ooh, baby, ooh, baby, guap keep expandin' Ooh, yuck me up, I don't want no romancin' Ooh, baby, I see these muhfuckas' glancin' When my whip stop, then my wheels keep spinnin' See Post Malone LiveGet tickets as low as $121You might also like (Ooh) She used to shoppin' at the mall (Ooh) I'll teach lil baby how to ball I hit Rodeo, spent like 40 G's (Wow) Four hunnid pairs of Gucci socks (Socks) I lost all my friends, made a lot of foes Made a lot of M's, made a lot of moves Open up the safe (Ooh), I'm just with the bros Cop the 458, cost me 250 (Yeah) Man, look at all my ice (Ice) I hit your main thing twice (Your main thing twice) Take a word of advice (A word of advice) Break up with that ho (Ho) Ooh, baby, ooh, baby, guap keep expandin' Ooh, yuck me up, I don't want no romancin' (Ohh) Ooh, baby, I see these muhfuckas' glancin' (Ahh) When my whip stop, then my wheels keep spinnin' (Skrt) Ooh, baby, ooh, baby, guap keep expandin' (Skrt) Ooh, yuck me up, I don't want no romancin' (Skrt) Ooh, baby, I see these muhfuckas' glancin' When my whip stop, then my wheels keep spinnin' Cold wrist frozen Got sacks, Goldman Bought the bar, Roseanne No joke, deadpan Ooh, baby, ooh, baby, guap keep expandin' Ooh, yuck me up, I don't want no romancin' Ooh, baby, I see these muhfuckas glancin' When my whip stop, then my wheels keep spinnin' (Skrt, skrt) Ooh, baby, ooh, baby, guap keep expandin' (Skrt) Ooh, yuck me up, I don't want no romancin' (Skrt) Ooh, baby, I see these muhfuckas glancin' (Skrt) When my whip stop, then my wheels keep spinnin' Ooh (Ooo-ooo) Yeah, haha (Ooo-ooo) Ooh (Ooo-ooo) (Ooo-ooo) We got London On Da Track

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Saint-Tropez

Saint-Tropez by Post Malone

73 ContributorsTranslationsTürkçeEspañolNederlandsSaint-Tropez Lyrics Ooh, yeah, yeah, hey Such a long time (Wow) I've been waitin', I've been waitin' for a long time (Yeah) Such a long time I've been waitin', I've been waitin' for a long time (Yeah) Such a long time (Ooh) Ooh, this shit bliss, I'm so rich (Turnt as shit, ooh) Abs like Abercrombie Fitch (Damn, ooh) Mille, on my (Whoa, wrist, wrist) Versace boxers on my dick (On my dick, damn) Bud Light runnin' through my piss (Ooh) On a yacht, 50 meters, it's offish (It's official) 50 carats on my fist (On my fist) The roof go down when I hit switch (Ooh, bitch) I money ball like Bradley Pitt (Bradley Pitt, ayy) I worked so hard for all this shit (All this shit) Pumpin' out classics (Ooh) In the Batmobile, goin' bat shit Such a long time (Damn) I've been waitin', I've been waitin' for a long time (Such a long time) Such a long time (Such a long time) I've been waitin', I've been waitin' for a long time (For a long time) Such a long time See Post Malone LiveGet tickets as low as $121You might also like I'm in Saint-Tropez, I had to check wrist (Wow) I just bought my girl a new necklace (A new necklace) One, two, three, four, five, six (Five, six) I'll take 'em all, don't matter what the price is (What the price is) I said I'm sorry mama for my vices (For my vices) You'll never understand what my life is (My life is) One, two, three, four, five, six (Damn) Shit, I'm checking off my bucket list (My bucket list) You try to give advice, I don't need it I've been doin' what I want since fetus What you call a holiday (Ooh), I call another day (Yeah) And I ain't ever stoppin', no apologies Such a long time (Such a long time) I've been waitin', I've been waitin' for a long time (Such a long time) Such a long time (Such a long time) I've been waitin', I've been waitin' for a long time (A long time) Such a long time I'm in Saint-Tropez, I had to check wrist

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Ball For Me

Ball For Me by Post Malone (Ft. Nicki Minaj)

81 ContributorsTranslationsNederlandsBall For Me Lyrics Uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh, ball for me Baby, could you? I got too much on my mind right now (Oh-oh-oh) I ain't got the time to get you Saint Laurent now Could you? I got too much on my mind right now (Oh-oh-oh) Time to hit Rodeo, give my baby 30 thou' Oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-ooh, ball for me Oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-ooh, b-ball for me, yeah Oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-ooh, ball for me Oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-ooh, b-ball for me, yeah I'm on the road, I'm gettin' paid, like what you want, baby? (What you want, baby?) You're bougie, baby, but I love you, baby, give you the world, baby (You the world, baby) Paid five grand for a handbag, that's Saint Laurent, baby (Saint Laurent, baby) Damn, you love that money, baby (Oh-oh-oh) Hunnid thousand plus hunnid thousand, my whip (My whip, my whip) 30 thousand plus 30 thousand, my wrist (My wrist, my wrist) We got alcohol, plus bad bitches, that's lit (That's lit, that's lit) I swear, baby, we was just kissin', that's it (That's it, that's it) (Oh-oh-oh) How could I forget the shit that you done done for me? (For me) Baby gonna take the charge and take the fall for me (For me) Would love to take you shoppin', but girl, I'm in Europe tourin' Sorry, lil' mama, I can't give you more See Post Malone LiveGet tickets as low as $121You might also like Baby, could you? I got too much on my mind right now (Oh-oh-oh) I ain't got the time to get you Saint Laurent now Could you? I got too much on my mind right now (Oh-oh-oh) Time to hit Rodeo, give my baby 30 thou' Oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-ooh, ball for me Oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-ooh, b-ball for me, yeah Oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-ooh, ball for me Oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-ooh, b-ball for me, yeah Yo, gotta hit him on the jack When you comin' back? Where is you at on the map? Everything is intact Coulda been a seamstress, still wouldn't cut him slack Pretty much, ain't got a clue Itty bitty piggyback off everything I do But I'm still droppin' jaws Got 'em lookin' like James Harden at the awards (Oh-oh-oh) Back to you, I'm so into you For real, breh like I'm kin to you If you a 10, I add 10 to you They be mad when I tend to you That's what the bae like Call me Buffy 'cause that's what I slay like These bitches, I son 'em like it's daylight These niggas wanna know what it tastes like (Oh-oh-oh) What it tastes like, yo, what it tastes like, yo They wanna know what it tastes like, yo All this ice, it should taste like snow Get kimonos and let's fly to Tokyo Pretty, pretty please baby, won't you cop this for me? (Uh) Baby, could you? I got too much on my mind right now (Oh-oh-oh) I ain't got the time to get you Saint Laurent now Could you? I got too much on my mind right now (Oh-oh-oh) Time to hit Rodeo, give my baby 30 thou' Oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-ooh, ball for me Oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-ooh, b-ball for me, yeah Oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-ooh, ball for me (What it tastes like) Oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-ooh, b-ball for me, yeah Oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-ooh, ball for me (What it tastes like) Oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-ooh, b-ball for me, yeah Oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-ooh, ball for me (What it tastes like) Oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-ooh, b-ball for me, yeah

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Spoil My Night

Spoil My Night by Post Malone (Ft. Swae Lee)

70 ContributorsTranslationsPortuguêsNederlandsSpoil My Night Lyrics Yeah I don't have much to say, I'll be out front Won't you come spoil my night? Feelin's come into play and I'm thinkin' this happens every time Spoil my night, spoil my night Spoil my night (My night) Spoil my night, spoil my night My necklace had a natural glow She dancin' in the strobe Let's fuckin' spoil my night (Spoil my night) Spent so much cash, I lost her My cup was too toxic I took the robe off (Yeah) I couldn't get her off me Dropped plenty money on her thighs There's plenty room in my ride I've never been like a small fry She took me in, that's on my life Spoil my night, spoil my night Spoil my night (My night) Spoil my night, spoil my night I don't have much to say, I'll be out front Won't you come spoil my night? (Spoil my night) Feelin's come into play and I'm thinkin' this happens every time See Post Malone LiveGet tickets as low as $121You might also like Yeah, when I walk up in a party, they all act like they know me Then I spotted lil' mama through the wall of jabronis (Ooh) Point her out so I can bag her if they just bring her to me (bring her to me) I ain't even see the face, but she got beautiful boobies (Wow) And she see those diamonds in my teeth (In my teeth) I see her smilin' back at me (Back at me) I think she rock with me like Jumanji (Jumanji) It's about time, Postmate Plan B Now she whippin' out her phone and I know (And I know) Damn, how many videos you gon' post? Everybody on the 'Gram gonna know My girl at home now my line about to blow (Yeah) I know what I'm doin' ain't right But ain't no need to spoil my night, no need, no need Spoil my night, spoil my night Spoil my night (My night) Spoil my night, spoil my night I don't have much to say, I'll be out front Won't you come spoil my night? (Spoil my night) Feelin's come into play and I'm thinkin' this happens every time (Yeah) Spoil my night, spoil my night Spoil my night, spoil my night Spoil my night, spoil my night

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Otherside

Otherside by Post Malone

84 ContributorsTranslationsFrançaisNederlandsItalianoTürkçeOtherside Lyrics I been waitin', wide awake for the waves to come and take Take me right to you One hundred bottles of the good shit couldn't even bring you back What am I to do? Feel like I'm circlin' a drain, all I see is the remains of an ugly truth (Of an ugly truth) One hundred models I could follow all the way to hell and back, but they can't replace you (They can't replace you) Oh, oh, oh, ohh Oh, oh, oh, ohh Oh, oh, oh, ohh, ohh Oh, oh, oh, ohh Oh, oh, oh, ohh Oh, oh, oh, ohh, ohh I was puttin' on for you like a jersey What I didn't know then couldn't hurt me Never thought that you'd go and do me dirty Left me in the cold, but on the inside I was burnin' But that's just the way it goes Wish that I could have control Everybody dies alone (And I ain't dead yet) See Post Malone LiveGet tickets as low as $121You might also like Say my prayers, but I lost faith a long time ago (A long time ago) Dream nightmares I guess we're gettin' used to losin' hope (Guess we're losing hope) I don't even wonder why you don't answer when I call your name Are you on the other side? Will you save us? Or will you run away? I'm still waitin', wide awake for the waves to come and take Take me right to you (Take me right to you) One hundred vials of denial, I know they won't bring you back What am I to do? (What am I to do?) You’re my alibi and motive when I'm lyin' to myself, what an ugly truth (What an ugly truth) We’re no strangers to the flame We will never be the same if we make it through (And we can make it through) My back is up against the wall But I used to feel invincible Yeah, it was us against the world But somehow, someway, the tables turned I remember back then Played my cards right you were my best hand Still you keep me guessin' Wonder if I'll ever get the message Say my prayers, but I lost faith a long time ago (A long time ago) Dream nightmares I guess we're gettin' used to losin' hope (Guess we're losing hope) I don't even wonder why you don't answer when I call your name Are you on the other side? Will you save us? Or will you run away? Are you on the other side? Will you save us? Or will you run away?

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Feel

Feel by Post Malone (Ft. Kehlani)

50 ContributorsTranslationsNederlandsFeel Lyrics Yeah, yeah, yeah-eah-eah-eah, yeah-eah, yeah-eah (Ooh) Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah-eah (Oh-oh) She talkin' that noise, take her lovin' with the dawn, all while I talk on the phone After we fuck in the morn', she wake up, she wearin' my clothes She always be callin' my phone, she always be stealin' my clothes, ayy Askin' me, "How does it feel when you know you could buy out the store?," ayy I'm Bathin' Ape down to the floor, ayy I'm droppin' the four in the foreign, ayy I came a long way on my own, ayy I'm doin' this shit on my own, ayy I don't give a fuck what I'm told, ayy I came a long way on my own, ayy Now her pussy made out of gold, ayy I swear her pussy ownin' my soul She got that sauce, yeah, four days a hundred thousand Forever like a diamond, she bring me back to life, yeah I'm so fly, I'm Martian, quit talkin' all that nonsense I'm just tryna fuck you 'til you don't know nothin', oh-oh-oh I cross my T's and dot my I's, yeah, I'm for real (Yeah, I'm for real) He hold me down (He hold me down) That's my shield (That's my shield) He buy whatever, he know the drill (Know the drill) Don't need no pill (Need no pill, no) He whispered in my ear and told me See Post Malone LiveGet tickets as low as $121You might also like Feel (Feel, feel, oh, oh) Feel (Feel, oh, ah, ah) Feel (Feel, oh, feel) Oh-oh, oh-oh (Feel, feel, yeah, no) He love that I say what I feel, he feel what I say 'cause it's real You couldn't forget, I never changed up on my set And I only make calls to collect, that's why we connect We can go half on a jet, baby, we on to the next, fuck all the stress Fuckin' with bitches who's new to the game when you got you a vet I know you like it when I act like I'm still shy Then turn around and put that thing in overdrive, I'm down to ride I'ma keep you on my shoulder 'Cause every cold nigga need a bae that's ten times colder, no I cross my T's and dot my I's, yeah, I'm for real (Yeah, I'm for real) He hold me down (He hold me down) That's my shield (That's my shield) He buy whatever, he know the drill (Know the drill) Don't need no pill (Need no pill, no) He whispered in my ear and told me Feel (Feel, yeah) Feel, ayy (Feel me, feel me) Feel (Feel), oh Oh-oh, oh-oh (Feel, feel, oh) Hey, fuck me 'til I can't see straight Make me think that ho was a mistake I just need to feel you all the time Ride, ho, ride, ho, alright

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Zack and Codeine

Zack and Codeine by Post Malone

76 ContributorsTranslationsNederlandsZack and Codeine Lyrics Man, my life so sweet, I feel like Cody (Cody) I wake up, rinse my mouth with fuckin' codeine (Codeine) Thirty bottles, yeah, the bill is on me (On me) Been livin' fast, no, I can't take it slowly (Slowly) Man, my life so sweet, I feel like Cody (Cody) I wake up, rinse my mouth with fuckin' codeine (Codeine) We on a bender, we ain't gettin' no sleep (No sleep) We turned the hotel lobby to a party I'm whippin' a foreign, I can't whip no Beetle (Can't whip no Beetle, can't whip no Beetle) I rock that Saint Laurent over my beater (Over my beater) I like to stunt like I'm Evel Knievel (Ooh) But, it don't mean nothin' without all my people (Oh) When I step up on stage, hands up to the sky (Hands up to the sky) Every little thing I do, they always analyze (They always analyze) Gave that bitch a little blow and then she come alive (Ooh, wow!) Started dancin' on the table, like she had on mine (Yeah) I don't fuck with nobody (No), yeah, you hardly know me (Oh) What you take me for (Take me for), no, I can't save your soul (Oh) I don't fuck with nobody, yeah, you hardly know me (You don't know me, know me) Please just leave me alone (Ayy) See Post Malone LiveGet tickets as low as $121You might also like Man, my life so sweet, I feel like Cody (Cody) I wake up, rinse my mouth with fuckin' codeine (Codeine) Thirty bottles, yeah, the bill is on me (On me) Been livin' fast, no, I can't take it slowly (Slowly) Man, my life so sweet, I feel like Cody (Cody) I wake up, rinse my mouth with fuckin' codeine (Codeine) We on a bender, we ain't gettin' no sleep (No sleep) We turned the hotel lobby to a party Made a hundred bands, saw all your hands out (All your hands out) No, my friend, can't do no handouts (Do no handouts) All these rappers, all sound the same now (Sound the same now) Sayin' I'm to blame, now y'all see me on the TV (Ooh) Multimillionaire by the time I'm 23 (Ooh) Gettin' no sleep (No), ragin' for a week (Ooh) I hit number one and I ain't even hit my peak (Ahh) I just had to tell 'em I don't fuck with nobody, yeah, you hardly know me What you take me for, no, I can't save your soul I don't fuck with nobody, yeah, you hardly know me (Hardly know me) Please just leave me alone (Leave me alone) Man, my life so sweet, I feel like Cody (Cody) I wake up, rinse my mouth with fuckin' codeine (Codeine) Thirty bottles, yeah, the bill is on me (On me) Been livin' fast, no, I can't take it slowly (Slowly) Man, my life so sweet, I feel like Cody (Cody) I wake up, rinse my mouth with fuckin' codeine (Codeine) We on a bender, we ain't gettin' no sleep (No sleep) We turned the hotel lobby to a party We ain't sleepin', we ain't sleepin', we ain't (We ain't sleepin', we ain't sleepin') We ain't sleepin', we ain't sleepin' tonight (No) We ain't sleepin', we ain't sleepin', no way (Oh, yeah, we ain't sleepin') Pour that drink, 'cause we ain't sleepin' tonight (No)

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A Thousand Bad Times

A Thousand Bad Times by Post Malone

53 ContributorsTranslationsFrançaisTürkçeItalianoPost Malone - A Thousand Bad Times (Nederlandse Vertaling)A Thousand Bad Times Lyrics Yeah, oh, whoa, ooh Yeah, yeah Said you needed a ride, but you wanted my car Without that face, girl, you wouldn't get far I really like you, despite who you are, oh (Who you are) You see me on TV, you know I'm a star You say you don't know me, but I know that's false I'll pay the price, girl, whatever that cost, oh (What it cost) You make my life so hard But that's what gets me off I had a thousand bad times So what's another time to me? (What's that to me, yeah) You try to burn my house down But what's another house to me? (What's that to me, yeah) 'Cause I can take anything that you give me (What you give me) It's gonna take a lot more to kill me, bitch So thank you for the grave (Yeah) I needed me a place to sleep (Place to sleep) See Post Malone LiveGet tickets as low as $121You might also like And I don't wanna meet your mama (No) She prolly crazier than you (She prolly crazier than you) I'm gonna need some thicker armor (Armor) To spend another night with you (And on and on and on) Baby, I know just what to do Every time you fuck me over, I'll come back to you Baby, I don't want to know the truth (Know the truth) I ignore them when they tell me all the shit you do (Shit you do) I always get my heart broke like I needed the practice (Needed) Foot on my throat 'til my world is collapsin' (Damn) But this what I chose, it's the law of attraction, yeah (Attraction) (And on and on and on) Girl, you make my life so hard (So hard, so hard) But that's what gets me off I had a thousand bad times So what's another time to me? (So what's that to me, yeah) You try to burn my house down But what's another house to me? (So what's that to me, yeah) 'Cause I can take anything that you give me (What you give me) It's gonna take a lot more to kill me, bitch (Kill me) So thank you for the grave (Yeah) I needed me a place to sleep (Place to sleep) I should get out, but I still want more I should get out, what am I waitin' for? It's all the same to me, it's all a game to me It's all the same to me, it's all the same I had a thousand bad times So what's another time to me? (What's that to me) You try to burn my house down But what's another house to me? (What's that to me) 'Cause I can take anything that you give me (What you give me) It's gonna take a lot more to kill me, bitch (Kill me) So thank you for the grave (Yeah) I needed me a place to sleep (Place to sleep) We go there, oh

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Leave

Leave by Post Malone

57 ContributorsTranslationsTürkçeNederlandsLeave Lyrics Oh-oh-oh-oh She said, "Love me" so I love her (Oh-oh-oh-oh) She said, "Leave me" so I left (Oh-oh-oh-oh) Then I went to California (Oh-oh-oh-oh) And I ain't never comin' back I got a high five from a brother (Oh-oh-oh-oh) I got bloodstains on the bed (Oh-oh-oh-oh) And I ain't sayin' that I love her (Oh-oh-oh-oh) But this bitch is gonna drive me mad I said this bitch is gonna drive me mad (Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah, oh-oh-oh-oh) You got just what I been looking for But you can't bring yourself to say no And I ain't never gonna let you go I kept wishing I would die, oh The whole plane ride home And I wish I could I know I should leave you alone (Oh-oh-oh-oh) (Oh-oh-oh-oh) I worship since I met you (Oh-oh-oh-oh) I fell down to my knees (Oh-oh-oh-oh) And when no one would accept ya (Oh-oh-oh-oh) Throw myself up on a cross and bleed I seen a dark cloud coming over (Oh-oh-oh-oh) I seen some evil shit in her head (Oh-oh-oh-oh) But she rode me like no other (Oh-oh-oh-oh) But this bitch is gonna drive me mad I said this bitch is gonna drive me mad (Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah, oh-oh-oh-oh) See Post Malone LiveGet tickets as low as $121You might also like You got just what I been looking for But you can't bring yourself to say no And I ain't never gonna let you go I kept wishing I would die, oh That whole plane ride home And I wish I could I know I should leave you alone (Oh-oh-oh-oh) (Oh-oh-oh-oh) (Oh-oh-oh-oh) (Oh-oh-oh-oh) You got just what I been looking for But you can't bring yourself to say no And I ain't never gonna let you go I kept wishing I would die, oh That whole plane ride home And I wish I could I know I should leave you alone (Oh-oh-oh-oh) (Oh-oh-oh-oh) (Oh-oh-oh-oh) (Oh-oh-oh-oh)

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Same Bitches

Same Bitches by Post Malone (Ft. G-Eazy & YG)

88 ContributorsTranslationsNederlandsSame Bitches Lyrics Yeah, yeah I been in L.A. too long How I see the same bitches everywhere I go? It don't really matter where they from Actin' or a model, heard it all before Population four million, how I see the same bitches? (How I see the same bitches?) Yeah, yeah Population four million, how I see the same bitches? (How I see the same bitches?) Yeah, yeah, yeah I hit your DM, baby Took the screenshot, yeah, you tried to play me I bet this shit was good for your reputation I just let it go, so I could see you naked Holy moly, look at what you rolled in Million followers, but your bumpers broken What's your focus? Tell me what your goal is I know you only like me 'Cause I just spent a hundred bands in one night Spent a hundred bands in one night I know you wanna live this life But I can't make a ho a housewife (Oh, no) What's your name? Who's your daddy? Is he rich like me? Is he rich like me? Yeah, yeah, yeah (Ayy) See Post Malone LiveGet tickets as low as $121You might also like I been in L.A. too long How I see the same bitches everywhere I go? It don't really matter where they from Actin' or a model, heard it all before Population four million, how I see the same bitches? (How I see the same bitches?) (Uh, yeah) Yeah, yeah Population four million, how I see the same bitches? (How I see the same bitches?) (Gerald) Yeah, yeah, yeah (uh) Everywhere I go I see the same ho Always post selfies on the 'Gram from a angle, a Catfish Hollywood devil, not a angel Her bag is Chanel, but she drives a Durango Yeah, and I'm gettin' to the queso Woke and I'm hip to the game, so I'm thankful OGs put me on tours, so I'm laced, bro Real recognizin' that you don't speak the lingo Clothes all new, not a wrinkle Givin' you the game, gettin' sprinkled Bottles on deck and my drink full I turn into a beast, I'm a dog, I'm a pitbull This life did it to me, I can't switch back If I take her then you'll never get your bitch back Yeah, the beat knockin', yeah, this shit clap Welcome to the west it's where people gettin' rich at, ayy I been in L.A. too long (G) How I see the same bitches everywhere I go? (It's Eazy, you know?) It don't really matter where they from (Yee, yee, yee) Actin' or a model, heard it all before (Ayy) Population four million, how I see the same bitches? (West side nigga) Population four million, how I see the same bitches? (Hol' up, let me talk my shit, hol' up) Yeah, yeah, yeah I been in L.A. too long Me and my bros hit the same hoes L.A., Hollywood, that's some Valley hoes Do I know how to fuck? They all know Yeah, yeah, fuck it, go down baby, you ratchet I'm with the program, baby (Yeah) Word in the streets, you with the whole town, baby I'm tryna do it for the brother like Motown, baby (For the record) She fucked the L.A. Laker for the record She fucked a Dodger baseball player for the record She fucked the head of my record label, ooh How you think she been so stable? Ah, damn, ah, damn, but she down to fuck Designer everything, Benz Truck Pullin' up with you friend, tell me who she is Oh, never mind, my friend fucked Population four million, how I see the same bitches? (How I see the same bitches?) Yeah, yeah, yeah (Haha, oh, never mind, my friend fucked) Population four million, how I see the same bitches? (How I see the same bitches?) Yeah, yeah, yeah (Haha, never mind, my friend fucked) Population four million, how I see the same bitches? (How I see the same bitches?) Yeah, yeah, yeah Population four million, how I see the same bitches? (How I see the same bitches?) Yeah, yeah, yeah

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Sugar Wraith

Sugar Wraith by Post Malone

82 ContributorsTranslationsNederlandsSugar Wraith Lyrics I started with an eighth, alright (Alright) And then I went and changed my life (My life) I might take out the Wraith tonight (Tonight) Put your arms around me, baby I just want to fly, make it last before we die And I know you want a ride What's on your mind? What's on your mind? And my '92 got doors like my Lambo Spend my last paycheck on some ammo We don't follow trends, rest in peace to Yamo Your new shit sucks, I feel like Anthony Fantano (Ooh) Sayin' I was broke last year, I can't go back there Nicotine fiend, couldn't even buy a pack, yeah She don't know my music, told her I ain't mad, yeah Let her cut that coco on my platinum plaque, yeah (Wow) Cut my fingers on my bands, oh yeah Cut my locker with some Xan, oh yeah Count me my guala in advance, oh yeah Backstreet diamonds, watch them dance on ya, yeah I started with an eighth, alright (Alright) And then I went and changed my life (My life) I might take out the Wraith tonight (Tonight) Put your arms around me, baby I just want to fly, make it last before we die And I know you want a ride What's on your mind? What's on your mind? See Post Malone LiveGet tickets as low as $121You might also like She don't want to spend all my dough She gets paid to be a model (Model, model) I take the lead, they just follow Face it, you don't know what I know Pull up, I got some' for ya Somethin' in my trunk for ya But I got a good lawyer They always try to come for ya I'ma pull up in that Bentley with the fuckin' windows tinted (Ooh) 'Pendin' how I'm feelin', take a drop of the extended (Skrt) Think I'm showin' signs of slowin', homie, just forget it I guess this what happens when you fuckin' handle business, yeah I started with an eighth, alright (Alright) And then I went and changed my life (My life) I might take out the Wraith tonight (Tonight) Put your arms around me, baby I just want to fly, make it last before we die And I know you want a ride What's on your mind? What's on your mind? I was broke last year, I can't go back there I was broke last year, I can't go back there Gasoline and I went and lit a match, yeah Try to take the swagger, I know it for a fact, yeah Pull up in that Bentley with the fuckin' windows tinted (Skrt) 'Pendin' how I'm feelin', take a drop of the extended (Skrt) Think I'm showin' signs of slowin', homie, just forget it I guess this what happens when you fuckin' handle business, yeah I started with an eighth, alright (Alright) And then I went and changed my life (My life) I might take out the Wraith tonight (Tonight) Put your arms around me, baby I just want to fly, make it last before we die And I know you want a ride What's on your mind? What's on your mind? I wanna fly, I wanna fly, yeah I wanna fly, I wanna fly, yeah I wanna fly I wanna fly, I wanna fly, yeah

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Motley Crew

Motley Crew by Post Malone

(d.a. got that dope) Count up the bands stickin' up No rubber band is big enough Chain is so heavy, can't pick it up Came with the gang, a myriad I seen your whip, hilarious Where is my roof? Mysterious My whip from Fast & Furious Curtains with yellow interior I get the commas, period Covered in ice, Siberia I'm at the top of the pyramid Bitch, I'm a star, I'm Sirius We came to play, are you serious? Came with the gang, a myriad Came with the gang, a myriad Came with the motley crew Sit up, ball, I just forgot where I was Pour it up, throw it up, sit up, woah Get up, bitch, get up, bitch, get up Came with a wig splitter I got John Wick hitters (Ooh) I'm a go-get-gеtter (Wow, uh) See Post Malone LiveGet tickets as low as $121You might also like Came with the army, army, army, yеah The people 'round me still the same We just wanna party, party, party, yeah We rowdy and won't never change Count up the bands stickin' up No rubber band is big enough Chain is so heavy, can't pick it up Came with the gang, a myriad I seen your whip, hilarious Where is my roof? Mysterious My whip from Fast & Furious Curtains with yellow interior I get the commas, period Covered in ice, Siberia I'm at the top of the pyramid Bitch, I'm a star, I'm Sirius We came to play, are you serious? Came with the gang, a myriad Came with the gang, a myriad Came with the motley crew What you gon' do? I'ma pull up with the crew When I'm off the juice, I like to hang out the roof I'm rockin' jewels, I like when the diamonds, they move I just go through, I do not wait in the queue Baby, baby, pinky, Brady, Brady AP navy, navy, chain like two Mercedes I'll come when they pay me, come with Katy, Amy Crew go crazy, crazy, kick it, Dan Bailey (Uh) Came with the army, army, army, yeah The people 'round me still the same We just wanna party, party, party, yeah We rowdy and won't never change Count up the bands stickin' up No rubber band is big enough Chain is so heavy, can't pick it up Came with the gang, a myriad I seen your whip, hilarious Where is my roof? Mysterious My whip from Fast & Furious Curtains with yellow interior I get the commas, period Covered in ice, Siberia I'm at the top of the pyramid Bitch, I'm a star, I'm Sirius We came to play, are you serious? Came with the gang, a myriad Came with the gang, a myriad Came with the motley crew

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Enemies

Enemies by Post Malone (Ft. DaBaby)

73 ContributorsTranslationsTürkçePost Malone - Enemies ft. DaBaby (Traducción al Español)PolskiPost Malone - Enemies (Ft. DaBaby) Enemies Lyrics Used to have friends, now I got enemies (Ooh) Used to keep 'em close, now they dead to me (Damn) Used to have friends, now I got enemies (Ooh) Enemies, yeah, it's so sad They said I would never get this far, ah, ah Think that we don't see who you are, are, are? Laughin' to the bank like ha, ha, ha Guess that I'm just talkin' too much blah, blah, blah (Shut the fuck up) So, where did y'all go? (Ooh) When I was shit broke, couldn't even buy smokes Now your mama needs tickets to my stadium show (Stadium show) She love it when she hear me on the radio, oh I know it's hard to swallow your pride Sorry that you can't get over me (Over me) Now you're out my life, I'm so relieved, I Used to have friends, now I got enemies (Damn) Used to keep 'em close, now they dead to me (Ooh) Money tend to show all they tendencies (Damn) Enemies, yeah, it's so sad Sometimes, every time, they let me down (They let me down) Sometimes, every time, they let me down (They let me down) Used to have friends, now I got enemies Enemies, yeah, it's so sad See Post Malone LiveGet tickets as low as $121You might also like Close to my enemies (Let's go) I need better energy (Huh?) When I told you fuck you, you thought I was playin', huh? (Yeah, yeah) But I meant the shit literally She want to vibe but I told her fuck that (Nope) She looking at me like she surprised They're packin' the post and I'm home alone When the box hit the door, they go for 35 I try to put on for my partners, they turn into enemies right before a nigga eye You reach for a shake, I'ma hold out a fist Giving a nigga a quarter pound without the fries I just went double platinum with no features Just to show a nigga I don't really need him Pass a man a plate and he can make it shake It's guaranteed he'll fold and bite the hand that feed him And I know you think that I ain't see it And I know you bitch ain't got a car Don't make me go and buy a bitch a lil' Prius Fuck on the camera, we can call it even Friends are like the autumn, every year they leavin' And I'ma rake 'em in a pile, throw 'em in a bag Tie them bitches up and leave 'em 'Cause most of these niggas are deceiving And I (Ooh) Used to have friends, now I got enemies (Damn) Used to keep 'em close, now they dead to me (Ooh) Money tend to show all they tendencies (Damn) Enemies, yeah, it's so sad Sometimes, every time, they let me down (They let me down) Sometimes, every time, they let me down (They let me down) Used to have friends, now I got enemies Enemies, yeah, it's so sad It's too late to turn this shit around (It's too late) Only held me down when you wanted me to drown It's too late to turn this shit around (It's too late) So don't try and tell me that you're happy for me now Used to have friends, now I got enemies Used to keep 'em close, now they dead to me (Dead to me) Money tend to show all they tendencies (Tendencies) Enemies, yeah, it's so sad Sometimes, every time, they let me down (They let me down) Sometimes, every time, they let me down (They let me down) Used to have friends, now I got enemies Enemies, yeah, it's so sad Ooh, it's too late It's too late

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On the Road

On the Road by Post Malone (Ft. Lil Baby & Meek Mill)

53 ContributorsTranslationsTürkçeEspañolOn the Road Lyrics Mm, mm, mm Mm 'Cause they ain’t ever seein' me fold under pressure They ain't never, ever seen me fold, nah, never Always keep one up on ’em 'cause I'm too clever I would never, ever sell my soul, nah, never 'Cause I been on the road, been on the road, I Quit actin' like you been with me this whole time 'Cause I been on the road, been on the road, I Quit actin' like you been with me this whole time Yeah, they bet I'ma fall And I’m only 24, but, bitch, I been through it all I got so many hits, can’t remember them all (Ooh) While I'm takin’ a shit, look at the plaques on the wall Y'all just sit back, get your kick back Keep on actin' like you did that, got no respect For nobody who's just fake in life, ayy, ayy You ain’t really who you say you are So pick up the pace, there ain't no slowin' me up (Slowin' me up) Get the fuck out my face, can you stop blowing me up? 'Cause my time is expensive, one mill a setlist Bought a new car 'fore you woke up for breakfast, yeah See Post Malone LiveGet tickets as low as $121You might also like 'Cause they ain't ever seen me fold under pressure They ain't never, ever seen me fold, nah, never Always keep one up on 'em 'cause I'm too clever (Too clever) I would never, ever sell my soul, nah, never 'Cause I been on the road, been on the road, I Quit actin' like you been with me this whole time 'Cause I been on the road, been on the road, I Quit actin' like you been with me this whole time Yeah, where you been? (Where you been?) When it was time to do some work and put it in (Put it in) I just be laughin' when I see 'em, look at them (Ha) Leave when I lose and pop back up as soon as I win (Uh) You ain't my day one and I know you not my friend So I can't judge you when you do some phony shit and just pretend Like you really down with me, because bein' loyal starts within I seen that money overpower that love and turn it thin But it ain't stop me, I just kept goin' up, took it on the chin I wish every time they said I would fold, I'd make an M Fuck around and be as rich as Jeff Bezos, say it again Never lose, I go overtime on 'em, stay in that gym Let's get it 'Cause they ain't ever seein' me fold under pressure They ain't never, ever seen me fold, nah, never Always keep one up on 'em 'cause I'm too clever I would never, ever sell my soul, nah, never 'Cause I been on the road, been on the road, I Quit actin' like you been with me this whole time 'Cause I been on the road, been on the road, I Quit actin' like you been with me this whole time I'm tired of bein' tired This my last shot, you can't be mad, at least I tried We supposed to be grown, but yet you still acting childish I can get on the jet alone, I don't need no extra baggage This year turned into a savage, I got baguettes in my necklace Driving fast and I won't crash it and I'm supposed to be sober But some kind of way, I just keep getting loaded It's gonna take more than some pressure to fold me Tried as hard as I can, but at this point it's outta my hands I ain't runnin' out of these bands for nothin' or no one She say I'm a dog, but it takes one to know one Been goin' hard, been by myself, I don't need no love 'Cause they ain't ever seein' me fold under pressure They ain't never, ever seen me fold, nah, never Always keep one up on 'em 'cause I'm too clever I would never, ever sell my soul, nah, never 'Cause I been on the road, been on the road, I Quit actin' like you been with me this whole time 'Cause I been on the road, been on the road, I Quit actin' like you been with me this whole time Mm, oh, oh no Mm, oh, oh no On the road, oh

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Blame It On Me

Blame It On Me by Post Malone

58 ContributorsTranslationsTürkçeNederlandsBlame It On Me Lyrics I used to say I was free Now all these people wanna keep on takin' pieces of me They take away everything, had everything that I needed They held me down, let me drown They spit me out, right through the teeth I can't pretend, ash in the wind, won't blow again It was a breeze for you (Breeze for you) These hurricanes inside of my brain, let it rain, made it look easy Can't look away, you love the pain, you love the pain Watchin' me bleed You cut me down on my knees No matter what you believe I think we both can agree That you can't blame it on me (Ayy) It's not my fault, it's not my fault, it's not my fault Blame it on me (Ayy) It's not my fault, it's not my fault, it's not my fault I couldn't breathe Almost lost myself, couldn't stop myself, I did it all You can't blame it on me (Ayy) It's not my fault, it's not my fault, it's not my fault See Post Malone LiveGet tickets as low as $121You might also like Every day's the same, yeah, I just watch 'em go As I scrape away through the impossible Yeah, I played the game but it was all for show Tryna find my way, I nearly lost it though Now I see dead people, most have no faith Where did the time go? A watch with no face They hit the ceilin', but my roof likes space I took my chances so won't you Blame it on me (Ayy) It's not my fault, it's not my fault, it's not my fault Blame it on me (Ayy) It's not my fault, it's not my fault, it's not my fault I couldn't breathe Almost lost myself, couldn't stop myself, I did it all You can't blame it on me (Ayy) It's not my fault, it's not my fault, it's not my fault, not my fault It's all my fault that I'm addicted to the clothes It's all my fault, I paid the cost, yeah It's all my fault that I ain't givin' up my soul It's all my fault Watchin' me bleed (Watchin' me bleed) You cut me down on my knees (You cut me down on my knees) No matter what you believe I think we both can agree That you can't blame it on me (Ayy) It's not my fault, it's not my fault, it's not my fault Blame it on me (Ayy) It's not my fault, it's not my fault, it's not my fault I couldn't breathe Almost lost myself, couldn't stop myself, I did it all You can't blame it on me (Ayy) It's not my fault, it's not my fault, it's not my fault It's not my fault, it's not my fault, it's not my fault Blame it on me, yeah It's not my fault, it's not my fault, it's not my fault

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Patient

Patient by Post Malone

74 ContributorsTranslationsNederlandsPatient Lyrics Yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, I know my wrist be dancin' crazy (Crazy) Been on some fly shit lately (Lately) Used to be so damn patient (Patient) But now it's "Fuck you, pay me" (Pay me) Can't let these motherfuckers phase me (Phase me) Never let that money change me (Change me) Ain't the way my mama raised me (Raised me) Don't mean to brag, but can you blame me? (Yeah) Two hundred K and VVS, yellow diamonds (Skrrt, skrrt) They wanna run up but they won't never find me (No way) Sleep right next to the F&N, motherfuckers the government Shut down all the plotting (Bop, bop, bop, uh) One hundred bands on my body (Ooh, ooh) Yeah, fuck with them boys, touch your body (Touch your body, touch your) Lil' mama just want my pockets (Outta pocket) Yeah, 'Rari take off like a rocket (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt) Yeah, hold up, you too close (You too close) I don't know, I don't know ya (I don't know ya, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt) Had to run it, run it up (Run it up) How I roll, how I roll, yeah (That's how I roll) It's like after you pop off (Pop off) They all act like they know ya (They know ya) And Young Post be like Pablo (Like Pablo) And they all love to blow, yeah (Yeah, yeah) See Post Malone LiveGet tickets as low as $121You might also like I know my wrist be dancin' crazy (Whoa) Been on some fly shit lately (Whoa) Used to be so damn patient (Whoa) But now it's "Fuck you, pay me" (Yeah) Can't let these motherfuckers phase me (Whoa) Never let that money change me Ain't the way my mama raised me (Whoa) Don't mean to brag, but can you blame me? (Yeah) Two hundred, swerving, dippin', dodge on the highway (Skrrt) You may contain me but you won't never stop me (No) On her way to my residence (Yeah, yeah, yeah) Try message your boo again She pullin' up prolly (Pullin' up prolly) Yeah, strally inside of that Bentley (Inside that Bentley) Yeah, come take a tat' on my belly (Bow, bow) Yeah, people actin' too friendly, man They tryna get dividends (Yeah) This shit is a problem (This shit's a problem) Yeah, you just be talkin' shit but ain't ever met me (Whoa) DeChino fucked your bitch and now you resent me (Whoa) I know them people but they don't represent me (Whoa) Them wastemen, we gonna make 'em all pay (Yeah, whoa) They will never stop the plan Eighty jumpin' off my hand Rollie, Rollie, Rollie (Rollie, Rollie) Bust it open (Bust it open), holy moly (Holy moly) I know my wrist be dancin' crazy (Whoa) Been on some fly shit lately (Lately) Used to be so damn patient (Whoa) But now it's "Fuck you, pay me" (Whoa) Can't let these motherfuckers phase me (Phase me) Never let that money change me Ain't the way my mama raised me (Raised me) Don't mean to brag, but can you blame me? (Yeah) Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, whoa Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, whoa Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, whoa Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh Mmm, yeah Mmm, yeah

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Takin’ Shots

Takin' Shots by Post Malone

79 ContributorsTranslationsTürkçeNederlandsTakin’ Shots Lyrics Drinkin' all night, but we ain't done yet (Yet) Waitin' on the plug, but he ain't come yet (Yet) Still need somethin'? Put your bank on it (Bank on it) Got a big bag with a Bape on it (Bape on) Party ain't over if they say somethin' (Say somethin') No sleep 'til I've seen three suns (Three suns) Party gon' end with a threesome (Threesome) Raw dog, prolly have three sons Chasin' the Perc' with some Buddy, that shit never lets me down (Uhm) They go to work for some money, we make it from actin' out (Uhm) Grrrrrah, we takin' shots right now (Shots right now) Grrrrrah, yeah, we takin' shots right now (Shots) See me in a 'Rari goin' vroom-vroom (Skrrt, skrrt) Sexy motherfucker in a cartoon Saint Laurent, forty on a new suit Sippin' Bud Light, that's the new Goose Baby, bust it open like woo-hoo The diamonds got cut like a boo-boo Pockets so fat, rock a muu-muu Me and Dre came for the pum pum Drippin', drippin', drippin', women tryna take my millions Help my bro with an assist I'm Jason Williams (White Chocolate) Heard that there's a party, I might pay a visit (Visit) That's a moment, hopped out frog like ribbit, ribbit (Skrrt) See Post Malone LiveGet tickets as low as $121You might also like Drunk when I walked in the door, so fuckin' high like, "Hello" I told her pour me some more, then she went right for the blow (The blow) Thirty more girls wanna roll, let's get this bitch on the road (On the road) Already losin' control, this is the life that we chose Drinkin' all night, but we ain't done yet (Yet) Waitin' on the plug, but he ain't come yet (Yet) Still need somethin'? Put your bank on it (Bank on it) Got a big bag with a Bape on it (Bape on) Party ain't over if they say somethin' (Say somethin') No sleep 'til I've seen three suns (Three suns) Party gon' end with a threesome (Threesome) Raw dog, prolly have three sons Chasin' the Perc' with some Buddy, that shit never lets me down (Uhm) They go to work for some money, we make it from actin' out (Uhm) Grrrrrah, we takin' shots right now (Shots right now) Grrrrrah, yeah, we takin' shots right now (Shots) Frontin' on me, but you love it (Love it) Tryna act like you above it ('Bove it) Dad bod know you wanna rub it (Rub it) Have you ever done it in public? Sippin' all night, let it rotate Baby, just for the night, you my soulmate Mixin' vodka with the champagne Tell me how much liquor can a man take How many records have I sold? I don't even know, can't keep count (Nope) You know that I've been on a roll Celebratin' life when I come around (Come around) Sippin' all night, sippin' all day Brought the beerbong out like a tailgate Holdin' big words that I can't say Got me speakin' drunkanese, can you translate? Drunk when I walked in the door, so fuckin' high like, "Hello" I told her pour me some more, then she went right for the blow (The blow) Thirty more girls wanna roll, let's get this bitch on the road (On the road) Already losin' control, this is the life that we chose Drinkin' all night, but we ain't done yet (Yet) Waitin' on the plug, but he ain't come yet (Yet) Still need somethin'? Put your bank on it (Bank on it) Got a big bag with a Bape on it (Bape on) Party ain't over if they say somethin' (Say somethin') No sleep 'til I've seen three suns (Three suns) Party gon' end with a threesome (Threesome) Raw dog, prolly have three sons Chasin' the Perc' with some Buddy, that shit never lets me down (Uhm) They go to work for some money, we make it from actin' out (Uhm) Grrrrrah, we takin' shots right now (Shots right now) Grrrrrah, yeah, we takin' shots right now (Shots)

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Broken Whiskey Glass

Broken Whiskey Glass by Post Malone

78 ContributorsTranslationsFrançaisNederlandsBroken Whiskey Glass Lyrics I done drank codeine from a broken whiskey glass I done popped my pills and I smoked my share of grass Slaved for the man and I broke my fuckin' back So you can take your nine-to-five and shove it up your ass And that 101 is like the highway in hell Going too damn fast, I spilled drink on my Chanel And I woke up and my room's fuckin' trashed like a damn hotel And where I'm goin' next, man, only time will tell Woah-oh Woah-oh Woah-oh Woah-oh I done spent some time chasin' women that don't give a shit I done learned my lessons and I ain't never gon' forget Started callin' this shit, started ballin' and shit, started flickin' that wrist They ain't never listened, now I'm makin' them hits, so I'm fuckin' your bitch (Ooh) No, it ain't that difficult for me to forget that you ever exist Bet you remember my name when I pull up in that whip that doesn't exist (Skrrt) Spill lean on Supreme last Saturday Let that shit splash, motherfucker, talk saucy Pass me them drugs, motherfucker, let me try 'em At the White House, call my homie Joe Biden, he flyin' out weed Smokin' my dope, Bathing Ape, that be the clothes Man, don't be silly, that shit you rockin' is old Like it's years since you been to the store Feel like Meek Milly, but I ain't from Philly I'm poppin' a wheelie, I show off my grilly I do this for realy and for my family Same shit every night, man, it's all so famil'-y The bitches, they killin' me Like, bitch, are you kiddin' me? Ballin', that shit Jason Kidd to me You can't get rid of me Yeah, you want my chain and my chi Bitch, I'm real good at chemistry See Post Malone LiveGet tickets as low as $121You might also like Woah-oh Woah-oh Woah-oh Woah-oh

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Staring at the Sun

Staring at the Sun by Post Malone (Ft. SZA)

51 ContributorsStaring at the Sun Lyrics Oh Wait (Wait) I know you got a lotta shit you'd like to say (To say, to say) Slow down, think you gettin' lil' carried away You're too close to the flame But you don't wanna turn around Like you got me figured out But, girl, what I can promise is I'll let you down So don't put up a fight You'll get lost in the light If you keep staring at the sun, you won't see What you have become, this can't be Everything you thought it was Blinded by the thought of us, so Give me a chance, I will Fuck up again, I warned You in advance But you just keep on starin' at the sun See Post Malone LiveGet tickets as low as $121You might also like Wait (Yeah, yeah, wait) I know I got a lot of shit going on with me (Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah) Now we're free to loving anyone other than me I try to rewind, I get reminded that time don't wait for nobody Can't get too close and don't let it go 'Cause I can count on you to let me down I won't put up a fight I got lost in the light (Oh) If you keep staring at the sun, you won't see What you have become, this can't be Everything you thought it was Blinded by the thought of us, so Give me a chance, I will Fuck up again, I warned You in advance But you just keep on starin' at the sun Wait Got a couple little things I would like to say (Oh yeah) Today is not your day You should walk away (Oh yeah) But you won't listen, you just keep on (Oh yeah) Staring at the sun, you won't see What you have become, this can't be Everything you thought it was Blinded by the thought of us, so Give me a chance, I will Fuck up again, I warned You in advance But you just keep on starin' at the sun

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Big Lie

Big Lie by Post Malone

70 ContributorsTranslationsNederlandsBig Lie Lyrics I know, I know I know, I know Mustard on the beat, ho Run it up, run it up Count it up, count it up '95 in my cup Nicotine in my blood Go on, run it, run it, count it, count it Go on, show me somethin', ayy, ayy Go on talkin' that shit, keep on barkin', lil' bitch Bitches tryna get lit, damn Rosé poppin' with the Balmain on me And I keep on callin' and they know that I don't answer my cell No, I don't know your mama I got so much commas, girl, you know I'm only into myself Say you flexin', that's a big lie When I pull up, get this bitch live And you know that I'ma get mine, yeah, yeah Say you flexin', that's a big lie When I pull up, get this bitch live And you know that I'ma get mine, yeah, yeah (Yeah) Say you flexin', that's a big lie Say you got that shit you don't got Heard you say that shit a hundred times, yeah, yeah (Yeah) See Post Malone LiveGet tickets as low as $121You might also like Say you flexin', that's a big lie Say you flexin', that's a big lie Say you flexin', that's a big lie Say you flexin', that's a big lie (Oh) Valet the park on that whip The Caddy, the '76 My woman gon' box on a bitch They don't want no part in that shit I got my money jumpin', I'm proud for ballin' on Fade Didn't watch the game, you can see that shit on replay I just drop the top and I pull up to your party I just grab a Bud and I pop the top on you, pour that water Say you flexin', that's a big lie When I pull up, get this bitch live And you know that I'ma get mine, yeah, yeah Say you flexin', that's a big lie When I pull up, get this bitch live And you know that I'ma get mine, yeah, yeah Say you flexin', that's a big lie Say you got that shit you don't got Heard you say that shit a hundred times, yeah, yeah And they know who we are and And they know that we ballin' When you wanna get this one day I don't want your bitch, it's only Say you flexin', that's a big lie When I pull up, get this bitch live And you know that I'ma get mine, yeah, yeah (Yeah) Say you flexin', that's a big lie Say you got that shit you don't got Heard you say that shit a hundred times, yeah, yeah (Yeah) And they know who we are and And they know that we ballin' When you wanna get this one day I don't want your bitch, it's only I know, I know I know, I know I know, I know I know, I know

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I Like You (A Happier Song)

I Like You (A Happier Song) by Post Malone (Ft. Doja Cat)

91 ContributorsTranslationsPolskiTürkçeEspañolहिन्दीFrançaisI Like You (A Happier Song) Lyrics Ooh, ooh, ooh Ooh, ooh Ooh, girl, I like you, I do I wanna be your friend, go shoppin' in a Benz I like you, I do I’ll hit you when I land, can you fit me in your plans? I like you, I do We went to bed in France, then we woke up in Japan I like you, I do (I do), mm Oh, girl, I know you only like it fancy (Fancy) So I pull up in that Maybach Candy Yeah, your boyfriend'll never understand me (Understand) 'Cause I’m 'bout to pull his girl like a hammy, hammy (Wow) Let's take a lil' dip, lil' lady Hit PCH, 180 Hey, I been thinkin' lately That I need someone to save me Now that I'm famous, I got hoes all around me But I need a good girl, I need someone to ground me So, please be truе, don't fuck around with me I need someone to sharе this heart with me Fill you up, then run it back again (Run it back again) See Post Malone LiveGet tickets as low as $121You might also like Ooh, girl, I like you, I do (I do) I wanna be your friend, go shoppin’ in a Benz (Woo) I like you, I do (I do) I’ll hit you when I land, can you fit me in your plans? I like you, I do (I do) We went to bed in France, then we woke up in Japan I like you, I do, mm, I do Let me know when you're free ’Cause I been tryna hit it all week, babe Why you actin' all sweet? I know that you want little ol' me I get a little OD, but ain't shit new to a freak Let me drop bands, put a jewel in ya teeth He love the way I drip, turn that pool to the beach And I coulda copped a Birkin but I cop Celine Why we got the same taste for the finer things? Brand new nigga with the same old team Now he got me on a leash ’cause he said no strings You know I'm cool with that Stole the pussy, you ain't get sued for that (Get sued, sued) Wonder what a nigga might do for that (Do, might do) I could be your Chaka, where Rufus at? (Where?) 80 in the Benz when that roof go back, ayy They don't wanna see us get too attached I just got a feelin' that we might be friends for a long, long time You don't mind and you know I like you for that Ooh, girl, I like you, I do (I do) I wanna be your friend, go shoppin' in a Benz I like you, I do (I do) I'll hit you when I land, can you fit me in your plans? (Baby, yeah) I like you, I do (I do) We went to bed in France, then we woke up in Japan I like you, I do (I do), mm, I do I just want you, I just want you Your heart's so big, but that ass is huge Just want you, oh, baby Do you like me too? (Yeah, I like you too) Girl, I like you, I do (I do) I wanna be your friend, go shoppin' in a Benz I like you, I do, mm, I do I like you Don't want it now, I'm with you

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Allergic

Allergic by Post Malone

51 ContributorsTranslationsTürkçeEspañolNederlandsAllergic Lyrics Wasted on Sunday Erase you on Monday Allergic, allergic Gave in by Friday Went straight back to sideways Allergic, allergic I took your pills and your drugs just to feel something else 'Cause I can't feel you no more So sad, but true You're friends with all my demons The only one that sees them Too bad for you So sad, but true Gave a hundred million reasons But why can't you believe them? Too bad for you Yeah, we fight and we fuck until we open the cuts And now we're soberin' up but never sober enough Allergic, allergic Instead of holdin' me down, you're only holding me up It shouldn't be so hard, this is impossible love Allergic, allergic See Post Malone LiveGet tickets as low as $121You might also like I took your pills and your drugs just to feel something else 'Cause I can't feel you no more So sad, but true You're friends with all my demons The only one that sees them Too bad for you So sad, but true Gave a hundred million reasons But why can't you believe them? Too bad for you So sad, but true Gave a hundred million reasons But why can't you believe them? Too bad for you

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Yours Truly, Austin Post

Yours Truly, Austin Post by Post Malone

47 ContributorsTranslationsNederlandsYours Truly, Austin Post Lyrics I'ma take a Bud Light break, one minute Ah, ah I just came down from the high of my life I just, I just came down from the high of my life See us poppin' champagne, we could do it all night And if everything gone bad, we gon' make it alright (Alright) How you expectin' them O's when you ain't put in work? And I just got off the phone, yeah, with my realtor And I've been eatin' so good that, bitch, my belly broke And I might cop that Mulsanne 'cause, bitch, that Bentley talk Put that sauce on that bitch real quick (Real quick) Put that ice on that wrist real slick (Real slick) Girl, I know you know my wallet's real thick (Real thick) And I'm wonderin', wonderin' what you're drinkin' (Oh-oh) I just came down from the high of my life I just, I just came down from the high of my life See us poppin' champagne, we could do it all night And if everything gone bad, we gon' make it alright See Post Malone LiveGet tickets as low as $121You might also like We don't fuckin' fuck with y'all, do we? (Do we?) We don't gotta stunt on y'all, do we? (Do we?) Bring that money back to yours truly (Truly) When I'm rockin' all my goddamn jewelry (Jewelry), yeah Hey, I just hopped out the foreign, lookin' so pretty, yeah And yeah, that watch on my arm look like a trillion You know that White Iverson, no, keep that jewelry tucked (Tucked) And I just balled out my brain, I feel like Bubba Chuck (Chuck) Girl, I'm zoned out, I feel my Xans Ain't nobody understand It's you and I, go and call your friends Let's get a light like kerosene You gon' ride that bump-and-grind Yeah, let me see that double-time You ain't gotta tell them hoes because they know, yeah I just came down from the high of my life I just, I just came down from the high of my life See us poppin' champagne, we could do it all night And if everything gone bad, we gon' make it alright We don't fuckin' fuck with y'all, do we? (Do we?) We don't gotta stunt on y'all, do we? (Do we?) Bring that money back to yours truly (Truly) When I'm rockin' all my goddamn jewelry (Jewelry), yeah Tell me, who do you call (Who do you call) When the night gets long (When the night gets long) And you're sittin' by the phone (Sittin' by the phone) 'Cause all those drugs wore off, woah-woah I just came down from the high of my life I just, I just came down from the high of my life See us poppin' champagne, we could do it all night And if everything gone bad, we gon' make it alright High of my life High of my life High of my life High of my life Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh Ooh, ooh, ooh High of my life

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Chemical

Chemical by Post Malone

70 ContributorsTranslationsEspañolPortuguêsFrançaisItalianoTürkçeDeutschРусскийChemical Lyrics Oxytocin makin' it all okay When I come back down, it doesn't feel the same Now, I'm sittin' 'round waitin' for the world to end all day 'Cause I couldn't leave you if I tried You break me, then I break my rules Last time was the last time too It's fucked up, I know, but I'm still Outside of the party, smokin' in the car with you Seven-nation army fightin' at the bar with you Tell you that I'm sorry, tell me what I gotta do 'Cause I can't let go, it's chemical No, I can't let go, it's chemical Every time I'm ready to make a change (Mhm) You turn around and fuck out all my brains (Woo) I ain't tryna fight fate, it's too late to save face I can't get away, maybe there's no mistakes (Maybe there's no mistakes) You break me, then I break my rules Last time was the last time too It's fucked up, I know, but I'm still, still See Post Malone LiveGet tickets as low as $121You might also like Outside of the party, smokin' in the car with you Seven-nation army fightin' at the bar with you Tell you that I'm sorry, tell me what I gotta do 'Cause I can't let go, it's chemical (Chemical) No, I can't let go, it's chemical (Chemical) No, I can't let go, it's chemical I can't let go, it's chemical Ah-ah-ah, ah-ah-ah, ah-ah-ah Tell you that I'm sorry, tell me what I gotta do No, I can't let go, it's chemical

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I’m Gonna Be

I'm Gonna Be by Post Malone

47 ContributorsI’m Gonna Be Lyrics Can you feel it? Can you feel it? Can you feel it? Can you feel it? Pop the top, fill my cup up, yeah Keep 'em pourin' 'til I'm fucked up, oh yeah Diamond Simon with my shirt tucked, yeah Mink was 80K that's fucked up, oh yeah (Wow) Hey, I'll rock the shit but not for long (Not for, not for long) Then I'll go cop another one ('Nother one) Some people think I'm livin' wrong (Livin' wrong, hey, hey) We live this life but not for long, so I'm gonna be what I want, what I want, what I want, yeah (Yeah) I'm gonna do what I want, when I want, when I want, yeah (Yeah) I'm goin' hard 'til I'm gone, 'til I'm gone, 'til I'm gone, yeah (Gone, yeah) Can you feel it? Can you feel it? I'm gonna be what I want, what I want, what I want, yeah (I wanna be) I'm gonna do what I want, when I want, when I want, yeah (I wanna be) I'm goin' hard 'til I'm gone, 'til I'm gone, 'til I'm gone, yeah ('Til I'm gone, 'til I'm gone) Can you feel it? Can you feel it? (Uh-huh) See Post Malone LiveGet tickets as low as $121You might also like Hey, why you so mad? (Why you so mad?) Never look back (Never look back) Can't let up the gas, we movin' so fast, yeah, let's make it last Yeah, I'm on to you, mm-mm (Damn) You're too comfortable, ayy-ayy Who you talkin' to, mm-mm Ain't no time for you, ayy (Ooh) I do what I want, Tom Ford on the yacht, ooh (Wow) Richard Mille my watch, thousand dollar Crocs, ooh (Ooh) They tryna tell me that it's luck You probably think I made it up I got it all, it ain't enough But I'm still gonna run it up, so (Ooh) I'm gonna be what I want, what I want, what I want, yeah (What I want) I'm gonna do what I want, when I want, when I want, yeah (What I want, what I want, yeah) I'm goin' hard 'til I'm gone, 'til I'm gone, 'til I'm gone, yeah ('Til I'm gone, 'til I'm gone, 'til I'm gone) Can you feel it? (Ooh) Can you feel it? (Hey) I'm gonna be what I want, what I want, what I want, yeah (What I want, what I want) I'm gonna do what I want, when I want, when I want, yeah (What I want, what I want) I'm goin' hard 'til I'm gone, 'til I'm gone, 'til I'm gone, yeah ('Til I'm gone, 'til I'm gone, 'til I'm gone) Can you feel it? (Ooh) Can you feel it? Ever since I got a taste, I've been goin' (Goin') Every chip out on the table, bitch, I'm all in (Ayy) I'm gonna be (Ayy) I'm gonna be (Bitch, I'm gonna be) I'm gonna be what I want, what I want, what I want, yeah (God damn, God damn) I'm gonna do what I want, when I want, when I want, yeah (What I want, what I want) I'm goin' hard 'til I'm gone, 'til I'm gone, 'til I'm gone, yeah ('Til I'm gone, 'til I'm gone, 'til I'm gone) Can you feel it? Can you feel it? Can you feel it? Can you feel it? Can you feel it? I'm gonna be Can you feel it?

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Cold

Cold by Post Malone

50 ContributorsTranslationsNederlandsCold Lyrics (Good job, First) Yeah, my wrist so cold and my ice on froze And it's all for you Yeah, my ice so cold and my wrist on froze Yeah, it's all for you Yeah, my wrist so cold and my ice on froze Yeah, I'd die for you Yeah, my ice so cold and my wrist on froze Yeah, I'd die for you, oh-oh Oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh Oh, yeah, yeah Runnin', runnin', runnin' Yeah, stuntin', it's satisfyin', but it don't bring you closure Diamonds my state of mind, I'm drownin' in the ocean Just stay right where you are and don't come any closer I'm just gon' handle mine and just maintain composure People, they say learn from mistakes, yeah You keep your space, yeah, but all this pain, yeah You say you go away, yeah, stay in my lane, oh It hurt so bad when you went away, yeah I needed you, needed you So what the fuck do I do? I needed you, needed you So what the fuck do I do? Yeah See Post Malone LiveGet tickets as low as $121You might also like Oh my god, oh my god A lot of bullshit on my mind Oh my god, oh my god Think about you all the time Oh my god, oh my god And I don't care 'bout no money There's a knot up in my throat And I didn't come here on my own Yeah, my wrist so cold and my ice on froze And it's all for you Yeah, my ice so cold and my wrist so froze Yeah, it's all for you Yeah, my wrist so cold and my ice on froze Yeah, I'd die for you Yeah, my ice so cold and my wrist on froze Yeah, I'd die for you, oh-oh My jewelry on like an ice cube And all I wanna do is just ignite you This Saint Laurent, mama, you look nice too Can't hold my tongue, don't got the heart to Remember when I fell in love? I just came up, oh lord Remember aim three? My fault Told that bad bitch get on my VLONE Hey, don't have much to do and Everything is ruined Ayy, ain't no secret to it Thrown a check like a Nike, I just do it Oh my god, oh my god A lot of bullshit on my mind Oh my god, oh my god Think about you all the time Oh my god, oh my god And I don't care 'bout no money There's a knot up in my throat And I didn't come here on my own Yeah, my wrist so cold and my ice on froze And it's all for you Yeah, my ice so cold and my wrist so froze Yeah, it's all for you Runnin', runnin', runnin' Runnin', runnin', runnin' (Oh yeah)

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Internet

Internet by Post Malone

78 ContributorsTranslationsPortuguêsTürkçePost Malone - Internet (Traducción al Español)Post Malone - Internet (Nederlandse Vertaling)Internet Lyrics E-yeah-yeah-yeah (Oh) Whoa E-yeah-yeah-yeah I just seen lil' mama Instagram and she flexin' Don't care about your puppy, just that ass and them breastses Oh, girl, you a model? Damn, I never woulda guessed it And if you tryna throw out all them vibes, I'ma catch 'em The lifestyle we live is just too dangerous Paranoid since they've been leakin' my shit Wonder if it'll come out on the web And I can't help all these bitches on my dick Takin' a photo and postin' that shit Comin' home late and I crawl into bed She always be askin' me, "Where have you been?" Whoa The world has gone to shit and we all know that People freakin' out, like, hit the Prozac Leon DeChino shorts got all the blogs mad Well, fuck the internet, and you can quote that, whoa Instalove Well, if ignorance is bliss, then don't wake me up And I'll prolly be the last to know (Whoa) 'Cause I don't get on the internet no more Instalove Well, if ignorance is bliss, then don't wake me up And I'll prolly be the last to know (Whoa) 'Cause I don't get on the internet no more See Post Malone LiveGet tickets as low as $121You might also like Ooh, ooh Ooh, ooh Ooh, ooh

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Money Made Me Do It

Money Made Me Do It by Post Malone (Ft. 2 Chainz)

68 ContributorsTranslationsPortuguêsNederlandsMoney Made Me Do It Lyrics Good job, First Woah, skrrt, skrrt Diamonds in my chain gold (Okay) Every twenty minutes, change clothes (Change up) I had a mil' before the label (That money) Just as long as they know, money made me do it (They know) I said rest in peace to Bankroll (Free, God bless you) You in a better place, dawg (God bless you) You won't ever see me lay low (They know it) Start the engine, watch me take off, money made me do it (Skrrt, skrrt) I said, yeah, I said money made me do it (Money, money, money, money, money) I said, yeah, I said money made me do it (Money, money, money, money, money) Watch me, yeah, I said money made me do it (Money, money) I said, yeah, I said money made me do it Take a ride when we wake up Hit the gas, melt your face off (Your face) Spend the day countin' cake up With a dime, who think I changed up? (I changed up) I took the Lincoln down Rodeo (Skrrt, skrrt) Ran through it like some Drano (Ooh, ooh) Lot of bags, can't complain, though (No, no) We was shoppin' in 'til they closed Why did I do that? Did I do that? Ooh, yeah (Uh) New whip, now, I can't pay my rent, ooh, no, oh, ooh, yeah See Post Malone LiveGet tickets as low as $121You might also like Diamonds in my chain gold (Okay) Every twenty minutes, change clothes (Change up) I had a mil' before the label (That money) Just as long as they know, money made me do it (They know) I said rest in peace to Bankroll (Free, God bless you) You in a better place, dawg (God bless you) You won't ever see me lay low (They know it) Start the engine, watch me take off, money made me do it (Skrrt, skrrt) I said, yeah, I said money made me do it (Money, money, money, money, money) I said, yeah, I said money made me do it (Money, money, money, money, money) Watch me, yeah, I said money made me do it (Money, money) I said, yeah, I said money made me do it (Yeah, 2 Chainz) Got a bandana 'round my neck, like Bankroll Fresh (Free) Pocket full of street money (Street), 'bout to count my blessin' (Street) One hundred, one thousand, one hundred K, one million (Uh) We smoke, we laugh, we rap, we talked about a vision (Switch it up, haha) I got diamonds like a rainbow every time I change clothes Shawty fucked my friend, but I act like I ain't know I'ma buy a raincoat, the storm might approach you Clown like your daddy met your mom at a circus I do it on purpose, do it for the neighborhood Smokin' on that Meagan Good, with my niggas when I do it Got that leather and that wood, I got the marble on the floor Got the burglar bars on the door at the bando Diamonds in my chain gold (Okay) Every twenty minutes, change clothes (Change up) I had a mil' before the label (That money) Just as long as they know, money made me do it (They know) I said rest in peace to Bankroll (Free, God bless you) You in a better place, dawg (God bless you) You won't ever see me lay low (They know it) Start the engine, watch me take off, money made me do it (Skrrt, skrrt) I said, yeah, I said money made me do it (Money, money, money, money, money) I said, yeah, I said money made me do it (Money, money, money, money, money) Watch me, yeah, I said money made me do it (Money, money) I said, yeah, I said money made me do it