Zaytoven – East Atlanta Day (feat. Gucci Mane & 21 Savage)

Nigga we don’t give a fuck, nigga, East Atlanta Day
It’s a trap holiday, nigga, East Atlanta Day
I’ma make them put it up, nigga, East Atlanta Day
We don’t fuck with 12, nigga, East Atlanta Day
Two hundred thousand dollar watch, I look just like a lick
Hit his car so many times, it did a backflip (Yeah)
It’s Zaytoven and C-Note and Big Gucci in this bitch
We don’t fuck with 12, nigga
I got all my jewelry on, nigga, East Atlanta Day (Brr!)
21 and PDE, that’s the East Atlanta gang, (Gang)
I’ma make them put it up, nigga, East Atlanta Day
Nigga we don’t give a fuck, nigga, East Atlanta Day
I just pulled up in a Lambo on East Atlanta Day
Drop top Chevelle, nigga, East Atlanta Day
Leave a nigga with a fat lip, chains on me blingin’ ho
It’s a trap holiday, nigga, East Atlanta Day
So I’m boutta shoot my shot, I feel like Cupid in this bitch
30’s on the truck, nigga, East Atlanta Day
Nigga, East Atlanta Day
This for Edgewood, this for Kirkwood, I brought Glenwood in this bitch
I got so much cash right now, don’t know what to with all this shit
All I hang around is drug dealers, killas, bangin’ ho (21)
I’ma give them hell, nigga, East Atlanta Day
I shot a lot of niggas with this East Atlanta ‘K (21)
Nigga, East Atlanta Day, nigga, East Atlanta Day
Nigga, East Atlanta Day, nigga, East Atlanta Day
I got all my jewelry on, nigga, East Atlanta Day
30’s on the truck, nigga, East Atlanta Day
[Hook: Gucci Mane]

Walking through my hood, looking like a hundred bricks
Drop top don, nigga, East Atlanta Day
East Atlanta Day

They didn’t get no skraightening, but they feel some type of way
I’ma give them hell, nigga, East Atlanta Day
I got all my jewelry on, nigga, East Atlanta Day (Brr!)
East Atlanta Day
We run East Atlanta, dare you think we don’t come skraightenin’ ho
I got all this ice on me, shouldn’t even brought out all this shit
[Verse 2: 21 Savage]

Drop top don, nigga, East Atlanta Day
Drop top don, nigga, East Atlanta Day
I just pulled up in a Lambo on East Atlanta Day
Eight-figure Gucci and I’m lookin’ like the shit
[Hook: Gucci Mane]
Nigga put his hands on me I’m goin’ stupid in this bitch
Yo girlfriend lookin’ at me like a groupie in this bitch
Where ya from? Throw it up, nigga, East Atlanta Day
Drop down, broad day, niggas that on some shit, (Yeah)
(21) Fucked yo baby momma, , yo kid’s Pampers need some changing ho.
[Hook: Gucci Mane]
[Verse 1: Gucci Mane]

We ain’t shoot nothin’ but them sticks, (Yeah)
Drop top Chevelle, nigga, East Atlanta Day
It’s a trap holiday, nigga, East Atlanta Day
I ain’t got no fuck bitch, but a fat dick (21)
Got me feeling like a young nigga, might pull up with the stick
And the way lil’ mama switchin’ you can tell she from the 6
I robbed a lot of niggas in North Atlanta for their yay, (Facts)
[Intro: Gucci Mane]
We don’t fuck with 12, nigga, East Atlanta Day
Throw it up, nigga, East Atlanta Day Where ya from?

I just pulled up in a Lambo on East Atlanta Day

Organized Noize – Kush (feat. 2 Chainz & Joi)

Gonna fuck you later, first pass the kush
Three shots in, baby we too lye
[Verse 1: 2 Chainz]
Pockets deep, I need goggles
[Outro: Joi (2x)]
Now twist ’em up and break ’em off
Three shots in, baby we too lye
Record player spinnin’ on 14th Ave
[Hook: Joi]

Drinkin’ straight out the bottle
Record player spinnin’ on 14th Ave
Kiss me like you mean it, then pass the kush
[Intro/Pre-Chorus: Joi]
Three shots in, baby we too lye
I asleep, that’s a tomb
Gonna fuck you later, first pass the kush
Kiss me like you mean it, then pass the kush
Kiss me like you mean it then pass the kush
Record player spinnin’ on 14th Ave
Gonna fuck you later, first pass the kush
Kiss me like you mean it, then pass the kush

She looks so good on top of me

Many real pretend for the delicate rush
Three shots in, baby we too lye
Kiss me like you mean it then pass the kush
Yo, this audible, on the rap, callin’ four, treat this shit like Colin Firth
Now twist ’em up and break me off

Record player spinnin’ on 14th Ave
Kiss me like you mean it, then pass the kush
[Pre-Chorus: Joi]
If I don’t smoke one, I ain’t got no appetite
Kiss me like you mean it
Go on a shopping spree, all about monopoly
Stop playin’ wit’ me boy

Codeine, no spoon
Many real pretend for the delicate rush
Kiss me like you mean it
Flow clean, no broom
For my therapy, I roll some celery
Gonna fuck you later, first pass the kush
Sticky sweet flowers, they take me higher like your love
Many real pretend for the delicate rush
Helicopter on my property, propellers properly
I got on the wire that got everybody watching me
Buy a pint just to gargle
Many real pretend for the delicate rush
This a suite, that’s a room
My philosophy, I like the no-panty type
[Hook: Joi]
All the shit that I endure

Nef The Pharaoh – Back Out (feat. Ty Dolla $ign)

[Chorus: Nef The Pharaoh]
The chain, I make ’em tap out
I got somethin’ to blow your back out (back out)
I can tell by the look in your eyes, babe
I got somethin’ to blow your back out
I can tell by the look in your eyes, babe
I got somethin’ to blow your back out
I got somethin’ to blow your back out
[Verse 1: Nef The Pharaoh]
She said, "Dolla, I can take the D" (oh yeah)
I got somethin’ to blow your back out (back out)
You ain’t had a real nigga in your life, ayy
I got somethin’ to blow your back out (back out)
She got me goin’ crazy for her coco pops
Don’t you ever count me out (me out)
[Verse 2: Ty Dolla $ign]
[Chorus: Nef The Pharaoh]
"Boy, you know I never be a savage"
I got somethin’ to blow your back out
That booty got a mind of its own
Go a little crazy when I think about baby
I got somethin’ to blow your back out (back out)
Switchin’ positions ’til she pass out
I got somethin’ to blow your back out (back out)
I got somethin’ to blow your back out (back out)
I got somethin’ to blow your back out (back out)
Dolla blow my back out, ooh yeah (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Fine like wine, she cold enough to freeze over hell
I got somethin’ to blow your back out
And I won’t give it to nobody else, ooh yeah, aw, yeah
You ain’t had a real nigga in your life, ayy
I got somethin’ to blow your back out
[Chorus: Nef The Pharaoh]
She don’t wanna be a player, be fun
I got somethin’ to blow your back out (back out)
You ain’t had a real nigga in your life, ayy
Well, I bet you can’t do it on the pole
So I hit her with the jawn, wake her up
I got somethin’ to blow your back out
I got somethin’ to blow your back out
She fell asleep with her ass out
I can tell by the look in your eyes, babe
Like a boat, you one in a million
You ain’t had a real nigga in your life, ayy
It all started at a party, she was dancin’ seductive
I got somethin’ to blow your back out
Wrote a four page letter, what a wonderful feelin’, my left eye
Like to get choked when I’m on top (on top)
‘Tron got you all in your zone
Nigga, don’t sleep on me (yeah)
I can tell by the look in your eyes, babe
You said, "Dolla, don’t leave me here alone"
I can tell by the look in your eyes, babe

I hit it and pull her tracks out
Then Snoop came on, we got a sexual eruption
You ain’t had a real nigga in your life, ayy

Smack you on the ass and you tell me go all the (go all the)
You ain’t had a real nigga in your life, ayy
I know you been lookin’ for the one
I got somethin’ to blow your back out (back out)
Kissin’ on your breasts when you ride it (she said)
Give her TLC, she waterfall on me
I got somethin’ to blow your back out (back out)
I got somethin’ to blow your back out
I can tell by the look in your eyes, babe
I don’t really kiss and tell, you just gotta wish me well
I got somethin’ to blow your back out
I got somethin’ to blow your back out (back out)
I got somethin’ to blow your back out (back out)
I’m a certified freak, no doubt
I got somethin’ to blow your back out

Nas – Systematic

Yo I think it exists just because like a pit eats its pups eats its own litter up
Time-time, time-time, time-time, time-time, time-time
Close your eyes, cover your ears, do not listen
The system’s fucked, it’s corrupt
Try to feel what I’m sayin’
Place two cups of cranberry in the skillet
Systematic, uh
Art, music, letters and numbers
Hold your breath for fifteen seconds
Try to feel what I’m sayin’
[Chorus: Nas]
Nothing stays in a steady state It overheats and melts

Should make you feel is my new expression
Keep stirrin’, sip it, it’s art like Keith Haring
I’m a vessel, I’m humble
Systematic
And Nike sweatsuits and Gucci links
Hold your breath for fifteen seconds
Meetin’ start ups, I invest if I want to

[Post-Chorus: Nas]
Time is now
Let it cook for eight minutes, but you ain’t finished
Let it simmer to the cranberry pop a little
Try to feel what I’m sayin’
I wanted minks, and a Benz to listen to Michael
In the shadows, pick up the shadow
No place and origin, no beginnin’ cycle
DJ Shadow, a rose and thrown blows
I’m sippin’ on drinks
Mathematics is God’s language, it’s in my blood

It gets in your blood, you start to feel what I’m feelin’
[Chorus: Nas]
Close your eyes, cover your ears, do not listen
[Post-Chorus: Nas]
Methodical corporate culture, straight out the projects
Cherish the present and work for tomorrow
[Verse 2: Nas]
Lack of respect, get you to fall where you stood
And Grand Puba, Maxwell to get cash while
What’s the ingredients to the realest?
Should make you feel is my new expression
Let’s occupy our streets
Systematic
Can’t see me, but Nas movin’ the fastest
Should make you feel is my new expression
[Verse 1: Nas]
Systematic

No backup check, put cash in my palms and we good
I’m a 3D movie, no need of glasses

I wish I was a arms dealer to sale illegal arms in the hood
Wooh!
The system will defeat itself
A half a cup of water, add some Henny
Try to feel what I’m sayin’
Close your eyes, cover your ears, do not listen
Close your eyes, cover your ears, do not listen
Remember the past?
The world first
Hold your breath for fifteen seconds
Time-time is now
Hold your breath for fifteen seconds
[Outro]
Should make you feel is my new expression
I’m a 3D movie, no need of glasses
I’m like a Russian mob figure, I’m mad low
It’s crazy to think in the eighties
Don’t listen, just try to feel what I’m feelin’
As for its own survival, it’s genocidal
It only feeds itself, the system

Transformin’ global markets with all of my partners

Lil Duke – Diamonds Dancing (feat. Young Thug)

Can’t go trustin’ these bitches that scandalous
Yeah, yeah
Pull up and hop out the Lambo, they starin’ now
[Verse 1: Young Thug]
They say I get money, don’t know how to act
Can’t go trustin’ these bitches that scandalous
Yeah, yeah
We screamin’ fuck you know you gotta pay me
Money ten feet tall, she want me now
And we all for the takin’
Break on the car and just pack down
I’m so in love with the money, I married it
She throw that ass like you know I’m gon’ handle it
Yeah, yeah
So many niggas turned they back on me
I tell her all her trash is amazin’
[Chorus: Lil Duke]
I hit the ground with that bag runnin’
Say we don’t fly nothin’ but them private jets
She suckin’ my dick and she just wanna pamper me
Shawty bad, I spend a bag on it, yeah
Diamonds dancin’
Yeah, yeah
She throw that ass like you know I’m gon’ handle it
Countin’ these numbers like 90, bitch, you wanna hassle me
I don’t wanna fuck, baby, I just want me some neck
She say she love me, "Baby you’re so talented"
I stay high like a balcony
So many niggas turned they back on me
[Chorus: Lil Duke]
Flyin’ in a falcon, B
He got a bitch with a bad body
Diamonds dancin’

And I’m still screamin’ free Yank Duggan
Can’t go trustin’ these bitches that scandalous
She say she love me, "Baby you’re so talented"
She say she love me, "Baby you’re so talented"
I stay high like a balcony
I stay high like a balcony
I’ma get money, won’t back down
Percocets, Henny, she got me faded
I just put some icey on all my woadies (fancy)
Pull up and hop out the Lambo, they starin’ now
Keep makin’ mum and dad proud
She suckin’ my dick and she just wanna pamper me
[Chorus: Lil Duke]
And I still got AWOL on that nigga and his homies now (go AWOL)
She suckin’ my dick and she just wanna pamper me
I told shawty the bag comin’
Flyin’ in a falcon, B

That’s why I keep that strap on me
I just put some pack in the street, nigga throw it (facts)
Leava after the show and they runnin’ right after me

But I can’t give that to you ’cause I hear you ran it, run it, ayy
[Intro: Lil Duke]
Leava after the show and they runnin’ right after me
I just put some diamonds in her plane, start rollin’
My bitch know I’m fly like a private jet
That’s why I keep that strap on me
Countin’ these numbers like 90, bitch, you wanna hassle me
On the grind, I’m tryna get me a check
Ah

Yeah, yeah
Shawty bad, I put a bag on it
He call me homie, ain’t ran nothin’
That’s why I keep that strap on me
[Verse 2: Lil Duke]
I just might need that pussy, got me cravin’
Leava after the show and they runnin’ right after me
So many niggas turned they back on me
Bae, keep callin’, see at home, never
Countin’ these numbers like 90, bitch, you wanna hassle me
I sit my trunk on some meek katanas
Pull up and hop out the Lambo, they starin’ now
I can’t explain how I get dangerous
We takin’ flights out to Vegas
Yeah, yeah
She throw that ass like you know I’m gon’ handle it

And she know she wanna have my lil’ babies
This that real shit, you know
I’m so in love with the money, I married it
Diamonds dancin’
Flyin’ in a falcon, B
I’m so in love with the money, I married it
Dancin’ the street like it’s on, yeah

Keke Palmer – Wind Up (feat. Quavo)

She havin’ relationship goals (huh)
Money and fame, I balanced it (woah)
I don’t pull up, Uber came to get me
Line up, li-line up
All my boss bitches wind up, wind up
When I see when I wanna, I get down on ‘er
Get that, get that bag now
I’m goin’ to find her
I call her curvy (curvy)
When I see when I wanna, I get down on ‘er
All my boss bitches wind up, wind up
Ain’t know for certain (certain)
Line up, li-line up
I’m James Worthy (Worthy)
She deserve it
[Verse 2: Quavo]
All the way to California in the caravan

Get that bag now
See when I wanna, I get down on ‘er
Put 10 on me, your problems, I promise we can solve ’em
See when I wanna, I get down on ‘er
See when I wanna, I get down on ‘er
Ain’t know your purses (purses)
She look like she from China
Her pussy so wet, need a towel (splash)
Shoot her down like marshal
See when I wanna, I get down on ‘er
Flash bulbs everywhere, paparazzi sic me
So tell ’em stop bitching, and motherfucker listen
Wind up, wind up, tell ’em old bitches
When I see when I wanna, I get down on ‘er
Wind up, wind up, tell ’em old bitches
See when I wanna, I get down on ‘er
I bought my mom a Benz but you say you want this Audi (mama, skrrt)
I found her on the island
But she know it’s poppin’
[Verse 3: Quavo]
Ayy, ayy, ayy
[Verse 1: Keke Palmer]
Line up, li-line up
I guess I owe everythin’ home to my viddy
Wind up, wind up, tell ’em old bitches
Line up, li-line up
See when I wanna, I get down on ‘er
See when I wanna, I get down on ‘er (Keke)
See when I wanna, I get down on ‘er
Check, check

Took her to the room and mounted it (smash)
Her flavor sherbet (sherbet)
‘Fore I put her in the grinder, grinder (Keke)
Then she say I can’t handle it (huh)
We livin’ in mansions and palaces (uh)
See when I wanna, I get down on ‘er (Keke)
Her pussy watercolor fountain

Check, hol’ up, hol’ up

[Chorus: Keke Palmer]
Quavo tune it, I got grind ya (grind ya)
I promise, baby, I promise, baby
[Chorus: Keke Palmer]
[Chorus: Keke Palmer]
But you cross the world like find ya (find ya)
[Intro: Keke Palmer]
All my boss bitches wind up, wind up

Family gotta eat (eat), that mean I gotta get that cake
See when I wanna, I get down on ‘er (Keke)

It was me and my mama, my motherfuckin’ fam
I like your style, who designed ya? (Style)
You think that I won’t put it on the line, yeah, I doubt it
I promise, baby, I promise, baby
Ayy, ayy
See when I wanna, I get down on ‘er (Keke)
Is it worth it? (Worth it)
[Pre-Chorus: Keke Palmer]
From the gutter, gutter
Quavo fire like arson (ayy)
Taste like ice cream (ice cream)
Put that money on lil’ baby
‘Fore I put her in the grinder, grinder (Keke)
Hard work
I’m at your service (service)
It better be that Birkin (Birkin)
Since 9 years on, I been in the kitchen
So you mad ’cause I came up, came up, bitches

Now bring that ass back, rewind ya
Her best friend her stylist (her best friend)
And I ain’t sittin’ down for no nigga, feel me
Check, Keke, check
Pardon me if my eyes kinda low, I can’t see ya
‘Fore I put her in the grinder, grinder (Keke)
All my boss bitches wind up, wind up
When I see when I wanna, I get down on ‘er
‘Fore I put her in the grinder, grinder (Keke)
Favorite color pink (pink)
Is she worth it?
Check, hol’ up, hol’ up, 1-2, 1 motherfuckin’ 2
[Chorus: Keke Palmer]
Plus I heard she workin’ (workin’)
See when I wanna, I get down on ‘er

She don’t do this often (no)
She love my trap analysis (ayy)
Wind up, wind up, tell ’em old bitches
Roll one and smoke one, I can’t live without it

Juicy J & Wiz Khalifa – Always High

[Verse: Juicy J & Wiz Khalifa]
That’s why we gotta roll one up
Getting too damn stoned
Bout to break me down a pound and roll up a zone, nigga
[Hook: Wiz Khalifa]
That’s why we gotta roll one up
I just put new rims on a oldschool car
[Hook: Wiz Khalifa]
I ain’t worried about 12, I can make me a sale
I roll too much weed to smoke on my own
I roll too much weed to smoke on my own

And my eyes so low, I’m in my zone
I got girls rollin up what they came here for, smoke so much till I can’t no more
That’s why we gotta roll one up
That’s why we gotta roll one up
Smoke green suicide, yeah I got my own strain
I’m always high, I’m always drunk getting too fucked up

That’s why we gotta roll one up
Too damn high, man don’t hit my phone
Cause it’s legal now so the plants gon’ grow
That’s why we gotta roll one up
That’s why we gotta roll one up
President don’t fuck with us, that’s why we gotta roll one up
I roll too much weed to smoke on my own
I just hit her base like a baseball game
We don’t smoke that mid, only smoke that strong
And you already know what’s in my cup
I’m always high, I’m always drunk getting too fucked up
Don’t fuck up my high, don’t fuck up my day
That’s why we gotta roll one up
I roll too much weed smoke on my own
That’s why we gotta roll one up
Your bitch ridin’ now she in [?]
OG Kush got me movin’ slow
That’s why we gotta roll one up
Getting too damn stoned
That’s why we gotta roll one up
And if it ain’t Green Sui’, then you know it’s KK
That’s why we gotta roll one up
That’s why we gotta roll one up
I’m always high, I’m always drunk getting too fucked up
Getting too damn stoned
Just smoked out the Mulsanne
In her panties, in her bra tryna get a nigga hard
Ain’t gotta send it through the mail
I’m always high, I’m always drunk getting too fucked up
I ain’t got no job, smoke weed at the job
I smoke more than you move them thangs
Cause you already know what I’m on
I ain’t got no plans, you can bring your friends they can all join in
Smoking weed with your broad
That’s why we gotta roll one up
Finna roll a paperplane
Getting too damn stoned
That’s why we gotta roll one up
Let me hit that bong
That’s why we gotta roll one up
If it ain’t that dope, don’t roll it up
Most niggas gotta rob cause the
Smoke so much that I’m in the stars

Jay Critch – Ok Fine (feat. PnB Rock)

Tryna get high, okay fine, we gon’ smoke (okay fine)
Flowin’ through the city with my bros, yeah
Young nigga pull up in the Ghost
Young nigga pull up in the Ghost
Hey, shawty think she mine, I don’t know
Do the dash, speed racing, pull up in a Lambo’, hey
I don’t cuff hoes, I already know she fucked my bro, ayy
Diamonds they are racist, flashin’ like a camera
Thought I would be broke for forever, bitch, I’m ballin’
Shawty think she mine, I don’t know (I don’t know)
[Intro: Jay Critch]
Drove past my ex, yeah, that bitch was lookin’ salty
I been really on my grind for the dope
Just hit my trap phone, ayy What you need?
Ayy, hit it then replace it, lean up in the Fanta
I just got some money, ran off with your shawty
Flowin’ through the city with my bros, yeah
I been really on my grind for the dope
[Verse: Jay Critch & PnB Rock]
I got bands on me, used to post up by the store, ayy (bands)
What you need? Just hit my trap phone, ayy
I can’t let them take this bankroll, yeah
She say that I flex, I do the most
Used to ride the bus, now I pull up in a ‘rari, hey
Run up, try to take it, you know I got that hammer

I don’t cuff hoes, I already know she fucked my bro, ayy
Now I pull up in a ‘rari
Shawty, you too basic, I can’t be your man, no
Peep the haters’ faces, I know that they can’t stand it
Tryna ice my wrist, look at the time, see the snow
Pull up in a ‘rari, windows down, smell like dope, hey
Hey, big knots, blue cheese in a Balmain
I can’t let them take this bankroll, yeah
Now I got a mansion, now my diamonds dancin’
She say that I flex, I do the most
Hey, hey

Shawty think she mine, I don’t know (I don’t know)
Hey, shawty think she mine, I don’t know
Ridin’ with them poles, ’bout to pull up on some hoes, yeah
Young nigga gettin’ to the dough, got it for the low
[Chorus: Jay Critch & PnB Rock]
Young nigga gettin’ to the dough, got it for the low
Ridin’ with them poles, ’bout to pull up on some hoes, yeah
Pull up in a ‘rari, windows down, smell like dope, hey
Aww shit, 12 comin’, get low, yeah
[Chorus: Jay Critch & PnB Rock]
Aww shit, 12 comin’, get low, yeah
Tryna ice my wrist, look at the time, see the snow

Nigga we ain’t playin’ with that money, got it on me
I’m pushin’ the Wraith, ‘member dreamin’ ’bout a Phantom
Know I had to flex, yeah, I ain’t never sorry
Tryna get high, okay fine, we gon’ smoke (okay fine)
I got bands on me, used to post up by the store, ayy (bands)

Fetty Wap – 420

[Intro]
I can make her feel like she is flyin’, flyin’
I got a question lil mama, is you ridin’ tonight?
She know I’mma smoke a motherfucker, I be high as a kite
[Verse 2]
She know I’mma smoke a motherfucker, I be high as a kite
Yeah, I fuck with her, shawty, she the wildest
Yeah, yeah, I like when you ride ay

Keep a big gat on me and seven niggas know me
Got a question lil mama, is you ridin’ tonight?
Ay, rollin’ up they wanna put you right in the flight
She know I’mma smoke a motherfucker, I be high as a kite
She know I’mma smoke a motherfucker, I be high as a kite
She know I’mma smoke a motherfucker, I be high as a kite
[Hook]
Get your bitch stacked, homie, I might get that bitch a weed
Got a question lil mama, is you ridin’ tonight?
Are you ridin’ tonight, yeah?
I give shawty lap and she be dyin’, dyin’
Ay, rollin’ up they wanna put you right in the flight
Got a question lil mama, is you ridin’ tonight?
[Hook]
Take her down, no wonder why she wilin’, wilin’
Ay, rollin’ up they wanna put you right in the flight
I’ll put you right on a flight

Do your thing, think I got a hangover
Yeah, yeah, I like when you ride ay
I got a question lil mama, is you ridin’ tonight?
Baby I’m that nigga from the island, island
Do this on my chainsmoker, roll it up
She know I’mma smoke a motherfucker, I be high as a kite
[Hook]
I be high as a kite, yeah
[Verse 1]
Yeah, shawty said that I be acting childish
Yeah, yeah, I like when you ride me right
Yeah, yeah, I like when you ride me right
I got a question lil mama, is you ridin’ tonight?

Ay, rollin’ up they wanna put you right in the flight
Keep that six pack, homie, that savvy bitch that know me
Ay, rollin’ up they wanna put you right in the flight
I just took me [?] but my shawty stayed over
Yeah, yeah, I like when you ride me right
Can I do this day over? This some shit you won’t believe
(This is rap)
Yeah, better go girl, yeah, better know girl
Yeah, yeah, I like when you ride ay
I woke up, they were asleep
Yeah, I just call her sexy and she stylin’
And I keep a big check on me, I got money, what you mean?
Ay, rollin’ up they wanna put you right in the flight

Bruno Mars – That’s What I Like (Remix) (feat. Gucci Mane)

You can be my freaka
But love the way you fuck me
[Chorus: Bruno Mars]
Your ex is unimportant
Take a look in that mirror
So gon’ and get to clappin’
Gold jewelry shining so bright
I promise that your smile ain’t gon’ never leave
Babe, I like the way you touch me
Silk sheets and diamonds all white
But I’m in love with you though
Strawberry champagne on ice
[Bridge: Bruno Mars]
You and your ass invited
I’m talkin’ trips to Puerto Rico
Lucky for you, that’s what I like, that’s what I like

Gold jewelry shining so bright
Anything you want, just to put a smile on it
Girl, I’ll be a fleeko, mamacita
Said you got it if you want it
[Chorus: Bruno Mars]
[Chorus: Bruno Mars]
If you say you want a good time
Lucky for you, that’s what I like, that’s what I like
If you want it, girl come and get it
You deserve it baby, you deserve it all
Lobster tail for dinner
I will never make a promise that I can’t keep
To show you how I’m stuntin’ (ya)

Anything you want, just to put a smile on it
Lucky for you, that’s what I like, that’s what I like
All this is here for you
Say the word and we go
Sex by the fire at night
And I’m gonna give it to you
I got a condo in Manhattan
Tell me baby, tell me, tell me baby
Lucky for you, that’s what I like, that’s what I like
Turn around and drop it for a pimp
Wake up with no jammies (Nope)
Tell me what’s on your mind (what’s on your mind)
Sex by the fire at night
Talk to me, talk to me, talk to me
Take my wallet if you want it now
‘Cause you’re my type of woman
That’s one dynamic duo
Say it’s us (say it’s us) and I’ll agree, baby
[Verse 3: Bruno Mars]
Pop, pop it for me
It’s Gucci Mane and Bruno

Lucky for you, that’s what I like, that’s what I like
A lot of women want me
That boy can’t even afford it
You got it if you want it
Well here I am baby, here I am baby
[Pre-Chorus: Bruno Mars]
Wanna fly you out the country
Lucky for you, that’s what I like, that’s what I like
And I got all this money (It’s Gucci)
Girl, ain’t no need for frontin’

Julio serve that scampi (Julio!)
[Pre-Chorus: Bruno Mars]
Strawberry champagne on ice
And I’m gonna give it to you
You deserve it baby, you deserve it all
Lucky for you, that’s what I like, that’s what I like

Strawberry champagne on ice
(is it me?) (is it you?) Is it me? Is it you?
[Verse 1: Gucci Mane]

Shopping sprees in Paris

Got, got it if you want it
Jump in the Cadillac, girl, let’s put some miles on it
I drive so many foreigns
Sex by the fire at night

What you tryna do
‘Cause you got what I’m wanting
Lucky for you, that’s what I like, that’s what I like
So pop it for a pimp
Baby girl, what’s hatnin’?
Baby I should be deported
Drop, drop it for me
Silk sheets and diamonds all white
[Verse 2: Bruno Mars]
Gold jewelry shining so bright
I’ll rent a beach house in Miami
Lucky for you, that’s what I like, that’s what I like
Jump in the Cadillac, girl, let’s put some miles on it
Lucky for you, that’s what I like, that’s what I like
Now tell me who’s the fairest
Silk sheets and diamonds all white
Everything 24 karats
Lucky for you, that’s what I like, that’s what I like
[Verse 4: Gucci Mane]
Lucky for you, that’s what I like, that’s what I like

Dua Lipa – Lost In Your Light (feat. Miguel)

Don’t laugh, I know you want it
Let’s get lost in the light, baby (All night)
Floating weightless, I’m willing
Hold me, trust me
[Verse 2: Miguel]
Lost in your light, baby
Over and over
[Bridge: Both & Miguel]
(All night, darling)
[Pre-Chorus: Dua Lipa]
My will keeps bending and breaking
Hold me, touch me
I wanna stay right here all night, baby

I wanna die in your love all night, babe
Oh
(All night, alright)
Woman
Reckless, tangled, suspended
Touch attempted with pleasure
Let’s get lost in the light, baby
I’m
[Verse 1: Dua Lipa]
Lost in your light, baby (Alright)
Midnight, your eyes

I’m gonna ride in your love all night

Bitter wine, conversations
I wanna stay right here all night, baby
I’m addicted to your light
Let’s get lost in the light, baby (Alright)
I wanna stay right here all night, baby
[Chorus: Both & Miguel]
[Chorus: Dua Lipa & Miguel & Both]
You know you can hide in my arms all night now
Lost in your light, baby
[Chorus: Dua Lipa]

Hold me, trust me
You want it all, nothing’s wasted
One taste and I’m hooked on it
Honey
I wanna stay right here all night, baby
[Pre-Chorus: Both & Miguel]

I don’t need a paycheck (Don’t need a paycheck)
Let’s get lost in the light, baby
(All night, all night)
Now everything’s vivid, vivid
Waves of running feelings

Hold me, trust me

Let me ride in your love all night, babe
You and me, some money, babe
I wanna stay right here all night, baby (Alright)
I wanna stay right here all night, baby

BJ The Chicago Kid – I Be High (feat. Tiara Thomas)

Ooh, yeah
If you f**k with me, then you stuck with me
I’m in Saks Fifth, don’t follow us
Cause you know I be high

Watch, watch
[Chorus – BJ The Chicago Kid & Tiara Thomas]
No hesitation when I’m faded, ooh
Whatever’s on your mind, baby, it’s fine
You know I roll up the best
[Chorus – BJ The Chicago Kid & Tiara Thomas]

But I don’t give a f**k cause you know I be high
But I don’t give a f**k cause you know I be
A ghost that was a freak, come and show me, yeah
Oh now you love a ni**a and I think I know why

Pulled up in a Jeep cause I’m humble, you know me, yeah
I got hoe friends, they got all the drugs
Inhale, ni**a, exhale, ni**a
Now baby, you claim you a freak
Pulled up in a Jeep cause I’m humble, you know me, yeah
You feel that s**t in your chest
Cause you know I be high
A ghost that was a freak, come and show me, yeah
Oh now you love a ni**a and I think I know why
Backwoods and front two leaves
[Verse 1 – Tiara Thomas]
Cause you know I be high
Watch, watch this
Cause you know I be high
I’m like, s**t, bi**h, you acting like it’s hard for us
Move finger in the bum and shut up to f**k
Shout out to my connect
In the cut with me and we fold up
That’s what I got when I roll up
They like, bi**h, you can’t with the Margiellas
But I don’t give a f**k cause you know I be high
[Verse 2 – BJ The Chicago Kid]
I know it’s hard for ya, put a middle finger up when they start to judge
Now you know I smoke one the best
[Intro]
Ooh, yeah, yeah, yeah
But I don’t give a f**k cause you know I be

Cause you know I be high
Cause you know I be high
Matter fact, it’s all on me
I got a couple ni**as that I oughta love

Big Boi – Kill Jill (feat. Jeezy & Killer Mike)

[Verse 2: Big Boi]
Pure uncut, never step on it
Hey, don’t you see me out here shinin’
Got that Southern drawl and all that
Been feasting and chiefing and blowing big but it ain’t no reefer round
So go hoe, stroll hoe for the po-po, that’s my logo
Man, she been ridin’ clean since her daddy rode on Vogues
[Outro]
Live forever
I hear ’em talking hella reckless
Just kill ’em softly with my presence
I hear ’em talking hella reckless
Line for line, dope when you want it
I pff- pff- pff-
And I’m playin’ with a no, American dream Dusty Rhodes
Daddy Fat in it y’all, never fall back
On some England manor, I’m so Mysty’ Valley
They say it’s lonely at the top, this the best shit ever
Cause that do’-do’ thought that he could rob a player for some dough tho
Usually I don’t do this, dumb it down go stupid
Won’t even address it
Bitch I’m barely flexing
You already know doe
Yo hoe, listen
I’m the-I’m the man-boo
Hey, don’t you see me out here shinin’
Since 17 been countin’ M’s my bank account’s on goofy
Chicago’s full of shooters my garage is full of hoopties
Won’t even address it
I’m reppin’ as I’m fo’ door as I fo’-fo’ on your bro tho
They say it’s lonely at the top, but this the best shit ever
To hell with what your mouth say, show me what that mouth do
Boi sweat now it’s been a while, just speaking in general While there is no formidable, opponent, or/and nigga that want it
They say it’s lonely at the top, this the best shit ever
No S is on my chest but all these diamonds got me blessed
Flo’ doe
I won’t even stress
Y’all won’t stress this
Bitch don’t act so sassy
So go hoe, stroll hoe for the po-po, that’s my logo
Fo’ sho’ hoe, pogo
Fuck niggas hit the exit
Get down on the flo’ hoe
Nigga dig a hole so deep, ain’t no climbin’ out
[Verse 1: Killer Mike]
They say Cosby gave ’em roofies, now who knows what the truth is
And my bad bitch from the valley brought me brand new Bally’s
Bitch don’t I look classy
You see it hoe just take a photo
And I gotta couple pounds yesterday outta Cali
Fo’ sho hoe, pogo
Like clocks in the wintertime
Mine the kind to give a nigga hope when they down and out
You already know doe
[Chorus: Jeezy]
I won’t even stress
Oh no, on some Allen Temple
My pretty rose look like ball-bats
Get down on the flo’ hoe
Bitch don’t I look dashin’
We don’t know the meaning of drought cause we keep it so wet
And even if we die today this shit gon’ live forever
I ain’t fucked her with my wife, but if she meet her she might be a go
I done fucked her in every hotelly, every hole

And even if we die today this shit gon’ live forever
Won’t even address it
We stay eating like it’s dinnertime
Just kill ’em softly with my presence
I hear ’em talking hella reckless
Flow doe
Yo hoe, listen
They say it’s lonely at the top, but this the best shit ever
That’s with or without you
The South got som’ to say and all y’all niggas can’t get y’all ball back
Bitch I’m barely flexing
Polo to the floor tho
Just kill ’em softly with my presence

Just kill ’em softly with my presence
Just like I turned coco, my vision is pimpin’
Won’t even address it

Just like I turned coco, my vision is pimpin’
If I ain’t a hot boy, then what it is, call Sax
Y’all won’t stress this
Live forever
You already know doe
I hear ’em talking hella reckless
It’s Adamsville forreal
[Chorus: Jeezy]
Daddy Fat Saxxx, with three x’s

Tee Grizzley – My Moment (Intro) (My Moment Album)

Game over
Ooh, ooh, ooh
Pointin’ out them niggas that shot you
Niggas really out here snitchin’
This what I wanted, this what I wanted
‘Cause at all times I’m ridin’ with him
Nigga, back the fuck off me ‘fore them killers get on you
Ooh, ooh, ooh
It ain’t hurt ’cause I couldn’t believe it
And this what I wanted

Ooh, ooh, ooh
Ayy mom dukes, when you fought the feds
Still runnin’ ’round like they ain’t told nothin’
And real talk, I’m scared of y’all niggas
Ooh, ooh, ooh
When that money callin’, I’ll throw a bitch off me, I’m on it
You know that I’m with it, you fuck with me, I’m goin’
You know that I’m with it, you fuck with me, I’m goin’
Hoppin’ out and I’m liftin’ up
I ain’t got room for no leechers
I’m on it, nigga
But my niggas ain’t gettin’ touched

Before you fuck with me, just know that I’m with it
Ooh, ooh, ooh
Feel good to be alive, nigga
I sat there and waited
Can’t nobody clone me
You niggas can blow me
This what I wanted, this what I wanted
If they ever call me, I’m whippin’ up
I just knew that you was gon’ beat ’em
Niggas coppin’ pleas, I ain’t hearin’ ’em
When that money callin’ I throw a bitch off me, I’m on it
Obituaries gettin’ printed up
When they gave you all of that time
Watch me do this shit for all of my niggas
Watch me get this money tellin’ my story
In assessment, nigga, we was wildin’
[Verse 1]
All that talkin’ they did, them niggas ain’t show it
[Verse 2]
Ooh, I wasn’t comin’ home? Oh that’s what they told you?
I can’t breathe without you, I’m drownin’
You ready? I ain’t gonna use the beat this time, I’ma get a little more intimate with ’em.
You fuck with my niggas, I’m comin’ to get you
But look, this is my moment
For niggas to help me
With whoever I’m goin’
Ooh, 50 racks on me, that’s after the Rollie
[Bridge]
I swear that I’m on it
Ayy when I got a plate, bitch it was over
Long as them circles stay silent and loyal
All them tears had a nigga blinded
500 to answer my phone for you
And Cody, countin’ pies with him

Ooh, one time for my codefendants

So I can set them niggas on fire
Don’t do it just for the money
[Chorus]
Nigga, this is my moment, this is my moment
Ain’t no beef with you niggas
What else is really important?
You ain’t gon’ always get rewarded
I was just broke without a dime with him
Ayy Theo, we goin’ to the grave

Ayy Big T if you can hear me, dawg
[Chorus]
Nigga, everybody stayed silent
When Suge called with them bad news
Ayy Juan tho when they split us up, my blood felt like lava
Matchin’ APs, it’s our time, nigga
I’m on it, nigga, like ooh, ooh, ooh
Ooh, I ain’t gotta be steamin’, for these bitches to blow me
And when you’re real you don’t get nothin’ for it
50 shots on that glizzy drum
I ain’t killed nobody, bitch you know they couldn’t hold me
Mothafuckas only call when they want somethin’
Fuck ’em, I’ll kill anyone
Y’all will get a nigga Super Bowl numbers
Ooh, Neil mama know that her son safe
Ooh, ten bands for a feature
Real niggas gon’ listen ’cause I’m a real nigga
I know niggas, niggas cool
Ooh, one time for my bitch, I won me a trophy
Ooh, ooh, ooh
When you one hunnid don’t nothin’ come with it
Deangelo ever get killed, I can’t tell the story ’cause I’m dyin’ with him
[Chorus]
Ooh, beat my case in Kentucky, but they wanted to stone me
Ooh, ooh, ooh
I sat there and starved, I remember the hunger
[Intro]
This is my moment, this is my moment

Tee Grizzley – First Day Out (My Moment Album)

Cause I do it better, plus I’m doing better than niggas
And had them paid lawyers coming in and out of court
After Michigan State, after Hubbard
On parole, I’m a felon, you think I ain’t got that blower?
Boy I can’t trust you with that strap if you don’t got no bodies
Niggas say they looking for me, pull up in the Skuddy zone
When our mans told on us, them bands they took from us
Whoever feeling hot, that AR got a heat sensor
Yes I caught cases on the road with them killers

Zero toleration for that nigga, take his life from him
Pick her up, knock her back down, pull her tracks out
I fuck with bitches my body count go from Pershing to Cody
[Hook]
Better check the black and white, that paperwork will vouch for him
I’m at home when I’m down there in Lexington nigga
Bro kill me if I snitch, cause if you snitch I’m gon’ kill you
Look at me now, driving German engineering
Here go some extras, so if I’m busy you can manage
Don’t call my phone, I don’t want to do no song with niggas
Okay I’ll Tyson him He don’t want that pistol play?
Unc said Lil T, "Get ahead of them niggas"
These niggas prayed on my downfall
I know they prayed on my downfall
You don’t want your baby mama fucked, keep the ho from near me
You ain’t no shooter, you can’t do that shit without no molly
I don’t know you niggas, fuck wrong with niggas?
Will tell you everyday before school I sold a half bow
When you take off, don’t look back and try to rescue them niggas
Shout out to them niggas’ freaks that I been cumming on
Being broke did something to my spirit
Michigan State don’t want him here, they don’t know what he on
Get it there and back, tell the feds I need a challenge
Stood tall, did I let niggas hoe me? Quit being silly
Yeah you right, bro take his head off his fucking shoulders (boom boom boom!)
‘Bout the king, they gone drop you and who next to you nigga
Through these white buffs I can see the hoe in niggas
After them impact statements, after the castle
I wish I would pay attention to these homeless niggas
I ain’t hear from bitches when I had them blues on
I know for a fact your bitch pussy get wet for a nigga
I told them crackers holler at me when they sober
Show these disloyal niggas how to ball
Fiends had me Blade dancing, eating sixty dollar salads
With vacuum seals trying not to have them green things smelled?
The feds trying to build a case, I can’t move wrong
Boy I can’t take you on no lick if you ain’t robbed nobody
I’m on parole in two states, I can’t move wrong
You just heard a lie from him Who said I’m a snitch?
Feds was on me, what you know about related through money
My first offer was 30 years, not a day lower
You hear me? Hit the Rollie store with the Rollie on
You ever been inside a federal court room?
I don’t know nothing, I just used to see ’em walk to the Coney
Shoot the smile off your face, I don’t joke with niggas
I went to trial back to back, bitch I’m 2-0
[Hook]
We made it out of Lansing after all that happened?
After the pre-trials, after the status
Free my nigga Parico, that boy be hoeing niggas
Aye Dwan though, aye Theo ain’t it a blessing?
Show these disloyal niggas how to ball
The state of Kentucky banned me from every jewelry store
You killed his mans? Then make sure you get the rest of them niggas

I came home and had the hoes wetter than Kalahari
Any further questions, you can take that up with the lawyer
Cuz said don’t entertain them hungry niggas
My nigga Fenkell, J Money, Brightmo Lo, Project Joe
Bitch I came home to my lil brother gone
I know they prayed on my downfall
Yes I’ll slap a pussy nigga if he act out
How you think I won best dressed with no support?
On all ten, bitch I stood tall
On all ten bitch I stood tall
We made it out Kentucky after all that happened?
Joy road bitch, but the money long as six mile
So let me know what you can handle, okay come grab it
These niggas prayed on my downfall
Lets keep this water 400 degrees Fahrenheit
Moo, remember when you had them green things mailed
Don’t let them get the best of you, just get the revenue nigga"
And tell yo bitch to tighten up before I bone her, nigga
Say I can’t even be in public with my hoodie on
Aye JR nigga, ain’t it a blessing?
Asked niggas to plug me, they act like they couldn’t hear me
Kilroy, remember I used to use your L’s to hit the road
Thirty months ago niggas ain’t think that I was coming home
Nigga you ever went to trial and fought for your life?
Yes I slap girl, yes I slap dog, yes I slap loud
Get em to the crib, bust em down, now bitch run along
A Jag Portfolio What was our getaway car?
So soon as I’m done fucking, put your shoes on
Thirty bands two times, watch this money clone
Spent a lot of time on that yard with them gorillas
Hit the O and make them big boy sales?
Go get a thermometer for the pot, I need this shit cooked right
Brick mile, knock your bitch down
The feds say my name hot like when the oven on
This SK’ll get to shaking like there’s something wrong
aye I heard I had some sneak dissers You hear me?
[Verse 1]

Tee Grizzley – Real Niggas (My Moment Album)

If you real then I can see it nigga
Everybody ain’t loyal, everybody ain’t street
You know I fuck with every city in the Mitten
Real niggas ain’t gotta say they real

And these niggas be the fakest I can never feel ’em
If you real then I can see it nigga
Real niggas ain’t gotta say they real
Real niggas ain’t gotta say they real
[Hook]
I had love and now it’s hate for y’all that’s official
Rest in peace my family I can never get ’em back

If you real then I can see it nigga
[Intro]
Everybody ain’t you my nigga, everybody ain’t me
I got some feelings that don’t show no more
If you real then I can see it nigga
Lil’ bro if you with these niggas, sit back and remember
Real niggas ain’t gotta say they real
Real niggas ain’t gotta say they real

Real niggas ain’t gotta say they real
Met some real niggas in Kentucky

Got me like fuck niggas, cause
Everybody ain’t loyal, everybody ain’t street
Fuck Peyton I’ma rock with the Lions
I had nightmares of that picture
[Hook]
Some niggas that I barely know they wanna see me make it
Me and some of my family, we ain’t that close no more
I had love and now it’s hate for y’all that’s official
Nigga, that courtroom was empty way back at me final sentence
Ain’t trippin’ on my exes I can always get ’em back
If you real then I can see it nigga
I don’t fuck with y’all that’s official
When we left that shootout, you still had bullets in your pistol
Fight the cases, I hope y’all beat ’em
You ain’t gotta say you real if you real I can see it
Some niggas I know all my life don’t wanna see me blow
[Hook]
[Verse 2]
But I just had to sit back and remember
Rest in peace my nigga B, he in the clouds nigga
Real niggas ain’t gotta say they real
Everybody ain’t loyal, everybody ain’t street
Everybody ain’t you my nigga, everybody ain’t me
Everybody ain’t you my nigga, everybody ain’t me
I had love and now it’s hate for y’all that’s official
[Hook]
If you real then I can see it nigga
No letters or no pictures like a nigga just stopped livin’
Real niggas ain’t gotta say they real
If you real then I can see it nigga

My mom and pop’s couldn’t even see it that’s what hurt me most
I got some anger build inside me, I control it though

[Verse 1]
I can never call my niggas that ain’t get back on the nets
Real niggas ain’t gotta say they real
If you real then I can see it nigga
The first nigga from the family, take that college role
But that time was wasted I can never get it

Fuck Curry I’ma rock with the Pistons
Everybody ain’t you my nigga, everybody ain’t me
I ain’t trippin’ on no losses I can always get it back
Real niggas ain’t gotta say they real
I had nightmares of that picture
Everybody ain’t loyal, everybody ain’t street
[Verse 3]
Real niggas ain’t gotta say they real
Or that court room being empty, way back at my final sentence
Bra took 35, no snitching
Real niggas ain’t gotta say they real
I spend some time with your daughter, she got your smile nigga
My morals out here runnin’ wild, I couldn’t control her bro

Tee Grizzley – Country (My Moment Album)

(At home in Missouri and Louisiana)
[Hook]
It be the niggas that ain’t got no money, that ain’t got no bodies that swear they some killas
(He been to Mexico he been to Panama)
They had me locked away out in Kentucky
I cannot fuck her unless she on fleek, my shoulders hurt cause Detroit on my shoulders
All of this talkin’ my nigga be quiet
Bitch don’t play with me cause you can get it, after I blow you I’m droppin’ yo nigga
I say when I make it out of that county, I’m really gon’ play with them commas
I say once I make it outta that prison, I’ma be winnin’, I’ma make millions
30 shots on me come show me you wit it But I’m still livin’ who knew niggas just talkin’?
(I’ve been to Memphis went through Cincinnati)
(locked up in Lexington went through Atlanta)

She call me daddy but she not my daughter, and I didn’t raise her I don’t got no children
Them killas do what I say like I’m Simon, I cannot fuck with you unless you solid
Plugged on the west side of the country
(He from Bar Guam he only speak Spanish)
They had me locked away down in the country
I say when I make it out of Kentucky, Ima be poppin’ and Ima get money
Cuz got back he was down in the country
I’m really not playin’ with nobody, nigga touch me and it’s bodies on bodies on bodies on bodies on bodies on bodies
[Verse 1]
I just got back I was down in the country
I’m over these niggas like I’m niggas monkey, I didn’t get lucky bitch I had to hustle
Locked up in Lexington went through Atlanta
You know niggas play with them commas
So my family go through that struggle, they didn’t do that shit for nothin’

(Broke in Columbus his plug in Tampa)
We see them rollies and we get excited, we see them 4’s and we get excited
’cause I saw them rollies and I got excited
[Hook]
Cuz just got back he was out of the country
Play with that money I take it to violence, 10 niggas spittin’ like we in a cypher
You know I ain’t playin’ with you niggas
Cuttin’ you open like we a few doctors, I know some lawyers I know some disciples
Playin’ is over, this choppa 400 degreez it ain’t from the NOYA
[Hook]
I done heard niggas tell me they gon kill me, I done heard niggas tell bitches I’m snitchin’
Plugged on the west side of the country
Fuck with AZ I’m at home in Cali
You know I need help when I counted
I just got back I was down in the country
Some shit is private where is yo silence?
They had me locked away down in the country

(He from Nigeria livin’ the lavish)
I got a plug from out of the country
We see them 40’s and we get excited, we see them choppas and we get excited
I just got back I was down in the country
He been to Mexico he been to Panama

(I’ve been to Covington hustled the act)
If I fuck with a bitch I would be cheatin’ cause I’m in a relationship with this moolah
I can’t get back in the car with the sirens
Heard all my niggas got hit with indictments, heard my whole city got hit with indictments
We see that money and we get excited (ahh), we see them bitches and they get excited (ahh)
(Fuck with AZ I’m at home in Cali)
[Intro]
[Verse 2]
(Rodeo drive paper not the plastic nigga)
I got a plug from out of the country
(He keep the team down when we was out nigga)
Them niggas bangin’ like they out of Compton, them niggas half human half monster
Who is this nigga you with is he wired?
They had me locked away down in the country
(Been in New Orleans I’ve been to Miami)
Been in New Orleans I’ve been to Miami

Tee Grizzley – No Effort (My Moment Album)

One time for Juan Doe, he did that bid in KY
I got a big Mac that bitch’ll shred niggas
Y’all pussy niggas homo and got no hoes
Shoes blood, red bottom like they ride under the five
If you like that last batch, bring some money take some mo’
Man, I can’t even think of what cemetery them niggas at
[Hook]
50 rounds in that chop’, niggas move niggas drops
Last niggas we was beefin’ with, uh
Only thing you meet is the requirements for a crumb
One bullet out that K will leave the toughest nigga headless
I can do this shit with no effort
I don’t wanna fuck if I can’t get the head with it
My running back come from Cali and make P’s fumble

Nigga, this more than I started off my day with a map
One time for them (brrr), we got comin’ by the flock, nigga
Like I ain’t played parents role when I fed niggas
Like lil’ baby I can do this shit with no effort
Fuck her and drop her off, no time for no date nights
Watch me do this shit with no effort
Say she like to throw that ass on the low, catch her
Only fear the Lord anyone else can see the morgue
Assault rife to steak knife
Give me thirty seconds with her, I can get this bitch naked
If you take me for a hoe, I’ma take it to your porch
Take your time, take it serious

Girl say when she with me she get so wetter
Nigga I meet gangsters, Crips, Lordz and Bloods
[Hook]
Played my role so good after I hit I took a bow
Play with me it’s going down, bitch one time for Yung Joc
One time for lil’ PJ, one time for lil’ Roc
These bitches tired of fucking ’round with hobos
Think I work at McDonalds, I make that cheese double
One time for CoKane Cash, nigga off top

Lil’ ungrateful bastards I can’t stand niggas
Nigga
Dawg, don’t need one drug to act reckless
I can do this shit with no effort
I’m curious, should I buy me a watch or a aquarium
Think I’m making Big Mac’s, I let that bread triple
Hoe done took off with my dick, I should be takin’ her to court
Nigga
Let that chop’ clap a pussy nigga head off his neck
Take some pounds for a pow
In Chicago at Soho, FN like I’m Roro
Nigga I meet plugs, talk over dinner ’bout funds
While he sober he’ll up and put one in a nigga melon
Okay, so you know I’m statin’ facts
Like lil’ nigga I can do this shit with no effort
[?] took the house I took your bitch, took that hoe to town
Say on my name better stop while your ahead
Get your sack took, we gon’ take you for a joke
And Leek will bust you, you a fool if you think Leek tussle
Bruh this your bitch, so while sittin’ on my lap
Nigga
All black and it’s late night
‘Fore they look for your body and find nothing but your head, nigga
Red bottoms on my feet like my shoes got brake light
In Guam with my bitch, we have [?]
Big 40 the nigga up but the doc think it was a great white
Extendo on the Glock that bitch long as a pogo
Take me to the horse, not the club, bitch the Porsche
You know I can do this shit with no effor
I can do this shit with no effort
The clip hanging out tonight like it ain’t no tellin’
Wanna take ’em to the 8, don’t know which route I wanna take it
You saw them indictments? Was you watchin’ the news?
[Verse 2]

You see the trophies hoe, you talkin’ to the bread winner
It’ll come to me later, it’s on the tip of my tongue
Cause you wait four years, we take presidents everday, nigga
Shout out to my niggas cause they grind for ’em to shine
You know I do this shit with no effort
And the prayer that I made it there and back
[Hook]
[Verse 1]
Free Twink, rest in peace Tee fuck the opps
One time for my Dukes, one time for my pops
Niggas hating but ain’t never been off US soil
You know I do this shit with no effort
Fuck nigga I can get you knocked with no effort
One time for a real nigga, Leek Hustle

Tee Grizzley – How Many (My Moment Album)

Keep it real, keep it real, nigga
Be forreal, just be forreal, nigga
Keep it real with yourself
Got that money right and she ain’t miss a visit dawg
Really I learned how to drive on them interstates
Be forreal, just be forreal, nigga
I cheated on her, she kept doing it, that’s a real Bitch
If I put it in my song, then I live it, dawg
[Chorus]
If I put it in my song, then I live it, dawg
I ain’t scared to hit that road and go get it, dawg
How many niggas can say that?
How many niggas can say that?
[Verse 1]
And I swear Naqueta she a realest dawg

Keep it real, keep it real, nigga
How many niggas can say that ?
I ain’t ever froze with that pistol, dawg
Be forreal nigga
Like "Lik wake up nigga, we a hour away"
I came home and you know I held my mans down
I ain’t scared to hit that road and go get it, dawg
How many niggas can say that ?
Be forreal nigga
[Chorus]
Keep it real with yourself
How many niggas can say that?
How many niggas can say that?
If I put it in my song, then I live it, dawg
How many niggas can say that ?
Just get me to a cell with my niggas so we can politic
I ain’t ever froze with that pistol, dawg
‘Cause I ain’t ever told on my niggas, dawg
And I still got some niggas doin’ fed time
How many niggas can say that?
I hit the road with no L’s, that’s a real risk
Keep it real with yourself
How many niggas can say that?
Only thing I told them bitches was my lawyer number
Keep it real with yourself

Just keep it real with yourself, be forreal
Niggas doin’ all day without a deadline
How many niggas can say that ?
How many niggas can say that?
Be forreal, just be forreal, nigga
Niggas doin’ all day without a deadline
I ain’t scared to hit that road and go get it, dawg
[Chorus]
‘Cause I ain’t ever told on my niggas, dawg
If we get into some shit, that nigga know he safe
How many niggas can say that?
Keep it real with yourself
She said she gon’ hold me down and she did it dawg
[Verse 2]
How many niggas can say that?
Be forreal nigga
They took the TV, I don’t care just don’t fuck with that clock
How many niggas can say that?
How many niggas did they time and came home on some silent shit?
Keep it real with yourself
And when I hit the county I was tripping on the rock
‘Cause I ain’t ever told on my niggas, dawg
She put that money on her phone and kept that them letters coming
I came home and you know I held my mans down
I tried to smash thirty rollies, that’s a real lick
How many niggas can say that ?
Keep it real nigga
I ain’t ever froze with that pistol, dawg
They saw my paper work and I got a lot of love
How many niggas can say that
I treat my niggas like we came out the same pussy
I never froze with that pistol, I was poppin’ shit
How many niggas can say that?
Just keep it real with yourself, be forreal

And when I hit the prison yard, I met a lot of plugs
Hit that interrogation room on some quiet shit
Keep it real, keep it real, nigga
I done been through Cincinnati headed to the K
How many niggas can say that ?
Keep it real nigga
Keep it real nigga
How many niggas can say that?
How many bitches can say that?
How many niggas can say that?
And I still got some niggas doin’ fed time
Just keep it real with yourself, be forreal
Keep it real nigga
I hold my own wait ain’t looking for no time reduction
How many niggas can say that?
FED’s threw the bait you know them lames took it

Tee Grizzley – Overlapped (My Moment Album)

Look at how niggas handle them bands
Look at me now, look at me now
Got lucky it wasn’t for long, out of that bitch
Knowin’ I ain’t tryna talk, don’t hold bitches up
Still will take off on a nigga like
Don’t expect a call until the next time I get hard
Niggas started the money raise way ahead
(We ain’t trippin’ ’bout it, bro)
They got overlapped

(You know they got overlapped, nigga)
[Verse 1]
Just ran up 30 more strips, bitch
(We ain’t been hearin’ ’bout you, bro)
Count the money by myself
Took off on them niggas like
They got overlapped
Niggas and bitches playin’ me, okay we over that
The lawyer appeal so I won’t catch a bid
Buyin’ and sharin’ our clothes
Signed a gun law, I still play with them sticks

Sonny rollin’ grams of wax
Just protect me from my friends
My niggas was broke, we used to steal out the store

Niggas and bitches playin’ me, okay we over that
(They know we over that)
Took off on them niggas like
They got overlapped
(They know we over that)
Still will take off on a nigga like
I can’t let ’em leave me for dead
I can’t let ’em leave me for dead
Niggas started the money raise way ahead
Look at me now, look at me now
Took off on them niggas like
If it happened to Dex, it could happen to me
They got overlapped
And I count the money by myself
My uncle got hit in the back of his head
I was just in a room with a nigga that’d kill over 34 cent
I don’t need help with them bands
Took off on them niggas like
I don’t need help with them bands
I can’t let ’em leave me for dead
Fuck money, I’ma put pineapples over you niggas

And control your nigga or that boy gon’ die in your arms
Now I’m like look at me now, look at me now
Still will take off on a nigga like
I was just choppin’ up meat sticks
(We ain’t trippin’ ’bout it, bro)
Just protect me from my friends
When I drop you off
Keep me low key
Get up and go straight to the car
I don’t owe ya’ll niggas, ya’ll don’t owe me shit
Bulletproof all in the Benz
Look at me now, look at me now
Niggas and bitches playin’ me, okay we over that
Bulletproof all in the Benz
I don’t need help with them bands
[Chorus]
Uncomfortable with you behind me
Look at me now, look at me now
Touch me and we make you an organ donor
They got overlapped
(We ain’t been hearin’ ’bout you, bro)
Still will take off on a nigga like
Niggas started the money race way ahead
(You know they got overlapped, nigga)
Now I’m like look at me now, look at me now

Feelin’ like a drum line down in Hampton
Niggas started the money raise way ahead
Niggas started the money raise way ahead
[Refrain]
Uncomfortable with you behind me
Niggas started the money raise way ahead
Look at me now
And I handle that wet like I’m back in the pit
They got overlapped
Finally rent us a Benz and they sent me down
Still will take off on a nigga like
[Outro]
Still will take off on a nigga like
God, I can handle my enemies
Took off on them niggas like
When I shoot it, I’m makin’ ’em land
At this point niggas ain’t catchin’ up, get over that
(I’ma blow ’em away)
Now I’m sittin’ in the Coup with a nigga
[Chorus]
Now I’m like look at me now, look at me now
Boy, we over-strapped
Look at what these niggas doin’

[Verse 2]
Bulletproof all in the Benz
My baby, don’t listen to what niggas sayin’
[?] with the steak and chicken
Niggas and bitches playin’ me, okay we over that
Still will take off on a nigga like
(We ain’t trippin’ ’bout it, bro)
Boy, we over-strapped

Uncomfortable with you be-
Niggas and bitches playin’ me, okay we over that

(You know they got overlapped, nigga)
Niggas and bitches playin’ me, okay we over that
[Refrain]
Like baby, right after we fuck
‘Cause you niggas ham
(Get the fuck out my face)
They got overlapped
Took off on them niggas like
[Chorus]
My uncle got hit in the back of his head
Look at me now, look at me now
Still will take off on a nigga like
Look at me now, look at me now
God, I can handle my enemies
(We ain’t been hearin’ ’bout you, bro)
Niggas started the money race way ahead
Look at me now, look at me now
[Intro]
God, I can handle my enemies

Count the money by myself
Still will take off on a nigga like
(You know I’m over that)
(You know they got overlapped, nigga)
You niggas bug, why niggas hittin’ me up?
Look at me now, look at me now
[Verse 3]
Just protect me from my friends
Niggas and bitches playin’ me, okay we over that
Touch me and we make you an organ donor
This point niggas ain’t catchin’ up, get over that
(They know we over that)
We ain’t gotta kick it
Look at me now, look at me now