Juice WRLD – Rockstar Status Lyrics

Nice guy
Rockstar status, in the cut, with some Molly missin’
And you know that they dirty dancin’ for the dope
She said she gon’ suck me up until the bitch choke
Bitch I’m Danny Phantom, with the ghost
Pull up in a Phantom, like a ghost, right
Young rich, handsome, did the most, huh
Pop it like Champaigne, she tryna have a toast, right
[Chorus]
Rockstar status, in the cut with an automatic
Give it up, it’s a stick up, run it, run it up
Get your bricks up, dummy, get em up
Rockstar status, in the cut with an automatic
Give it up, it’s a stick up, run it, run it up
Get your bricks up, dummy, run em up [Chorus]
Rockstar status, in the cut with an automatic
Give it up, it’s a stick up, run it, run it up
Get your bricks up, dummy, get em up
Rockstar status, in the cut with an automatic
Give it up, it’s a stick up, run it, run it up
Get your bricks up, dummy, run em up
[Verse: 1]
No more Xannies, gave em up
Last time I xannied, I threw up
In her panties, tear it up
She love all my Givenchy, she wear it up
She still running, from my love
Got the demons on me, I’m below high
And I’m done running, from the drugs
But they still running, from my gun, right
Club life, drug life, saw her in the club light
She a killer in the white shirt, that’s that off white
How you finna ball on my turf, that shit offsides
She told me that if I took the right drugs, then I won’t die
[Chorus]
Rockstar status, in the cut with an automatic
Give it up, it’s a stick up, run it, run it up
Get your bricks up, dummy, get em up
Rockstar status, in the cut with an automatic
Give it up, it’s a stick up, run it, run it up
Get your bricks up, dummy, run em up
[Verse: 2]
I get money in my lone time, on my own time
I just popped a perc, and called a play so I’ll be fine
Don’t believe in sunshine, I’m a night guy
I lied when I told her I was Mr.

PnB Rock – Real Luv Lyrics

[Intro]
I can’t find real luv
Yeah Yeahhh
Real luv
[Verse 1]
It was something about your eyes when I met you
Yeah I swear I caught a vibe when I met you
Yeah I swear I fell in love when I text you
Cause they way you fucking talk was intellectual
Member all the times I came to your rescue
Had to wipe your fucking eyes cause they recked you
Used to hit it from the side when I sexed you
God I gotta thank your mom cause she blessed you
Yeah you used to hit my line get faded
I remember all the times we’d get wasted
Girl I used to drop you off on the west side
Used to hit it from the back that’s your best side
[Chorus]
I can’t trust or think now
All that’s on my brain now
I can’t find real love now
Some feel like a drug
You know I thought about you last night
I was on my last flight
I can’t find real love now
And you know it, yeah you know it, yeah you know it
[Verse 2]
Since the last time
I been fucking all these hoes just to past time
I remember when I used to give you all my time
I know you would break my heart just show me all the signs
This shit is crazy used to be my baby
I’m really ready for you to play me
You really tried it
Used to be my bitch
You really lied bitch and now I hope you die bitch
[Chorus]
And I can’t trust or think now
All that’s on my brain now
I can’t find real luv now
Some feel like a drug
You know I thought about you last night
I was on my last flight
I can’t find real luv now
And you know it, yeah you know it, yeah you know it

Tyga – SWISH Lyrics

[Intro: David Banner]
D.A got that dope
Cum girl, I’m tryna get your pussy wet
Cum girl, I’m tryna get your pussy wet
[Verse 1: Tyga & David Banner]
Okay, so high and I’m lookin’ at my Rollie time
Fucked her once gotta call her for the seventh time
So sincere but don’t get out of line
A.I. in his prime, hard net to launch
Swish, do it on me all night
Yeah, I wanna bust it down until it’s daylight
How you keep your toes white and the pussy tight
Ohh, the 42 got you feelin’ nice
Ohh, Kawasaki bout to lick her bike (uh)
Rich, rich, they rich, you know what I like
Cum girl, g-go in overtime
Girl you look good, won’t you, you know the line
Cum girl, I’m tryna get your pussy wet
[Chorus: Tyga & David Banner]
Uh, ba-back that ass
Uh, ba-back that ass
Girl you look good when you back that ass
Cum girl, I’m tryna get your pussy wet
Uh, ba-back that ass
Uh, ba-back that ass, girl you look good, make me spend that cash
[Verse 2: Tyga & David Banner]
Finger fuckin’ money, finger bangin’ to the hunnid (hah)
If you act like you want it, I can put you on it
Too blessed to be stress, sex in the morning
You can have my t-shirt if you really want it
Trunk in the front, pop that, pop that, pop that, pop, pop, pop that
If I gave you my number, better hold that
In the party goin’ dumb, hoes squamates
And I just threw, 20 in the strip
Aye, aye, see this on my wrist
Aye, aye, hunnid on my neck
Bling, bling, saucy with the drip
Could it be my cash, why you on my dick
Cum girl, I’m tryna get your pussy wet
Cum girl, I’m tryna get your pussy wet
Cum girl, I’m tryna get your pussy wet
Cum girl, I’m tryna get your pussy wet
[Chorus: Tyga & David Banner]
Uh, ba-back that ass
Uh, ba-back that ass
Girl you look good when you back that ass
Cum girl, I’m tryna get your pussy wet
Uh, ba-back that ass
Uh, ba-back that ass, girl you look good, make me spend that cash
[Bridge: Tyga, David Banner & Sample]
Gitty up, and gitty up, and gitty up and gitty up and gitty up
And gitty up, and gitty up, and gitty up and
Cum girl, I’m tryna get your pussy wet
Gitty up, and gitty up, and gitty up and gitty up and gitty up
And gitty up, and gitty up, and gitty up and
Bend that, bend that, bend that ca-
Bend that, bend that, bend that (hah, hah)
Bend that
Pop, pop, pop that
Cum girl, I’m tryna get your pussy wet
[Chorus: Tyga & David Banner]
Uh, ba-back that ass
Uh, ba-back that ass
Girl you look good when you back that ass
Cum girl, I’m tryna get your pussy wet
Uh, ba-back that ass
Uh, ba-back that ass, girl you look good, make me spend that cash
[Outro: Tyga]
Could it be my cash
And I just threw 20 in the strip
Could it be my cash
And I just threw 20 in the strip

YBN Nahmir – I Got A Bag Lyrics

[Chorus]
I got a bag I love to flex aye
I am the man, I run through checks aye
And I be cruising in a Lex aye
You know I’m better than the rest aye
I got a bag I love to flex aye
I am the man, I run through checks aye
And I be cruising in a Lex aye
You know I’m better than the rest aye
[Verse 1]
I got a bag I love to flex
Counting up them bands
Hit my line up for that package
You know my shit the best
She like she just want a passport
So I’m like what you hit my line for
[Chorus]
I got a bag I love to flex aye
I am the man, I run through checks aye
And I be cruising in a Lex aye
You know I’m better than the rest aye
I got a bag I love to flex aye
I am the man, I run through checks aye
And I be cruising in a Lex aye
You know I’m better than the rest aye
[Verse 2]
Pour sprite in my cup then I pour some juice up in it
And the police on my ass just because my windows tinted
If a nigga want that static my nigga Glizzy let you have it
Ain’t shit change bitch I’m still on that block
And I’m pulled up
A nigga run up on me, he getting fucked up
Those .223s hit yo whip then you out of luck
Nigga want that static choppas gone light they block up
Bitch I’m about a bag now
I be doing shows out of town
Man these niggas wanna be like me
Cause I be fishing in my money deep
I be flexing about a bag
You my son, I make you call me dad
I’m a grind until I get a Jag
No, I’m a grind until I get a pad
[Chorus]
I got a bag I love to flex aye
I am the man, I run through checks aye
And I be cruising in a Lex aye
You know I’m better than the rest aye
I got a bag I love to flex aye
I am the man, I run through checks aye
And I be cruising in a Lex aye
You know I’m better than the rest aye

DJ Khaled – Where You At Lyrics

Uh, uh, uh
[Verse One: Freeway]
It’s that slow flow, F-R double-E, nigga
See them pussy niggas but you can’t see me
I’m sunk in the seat
Clutch my hammer close, I’m controlling the V
And love the cities on both the coasts
But still repping the East, yeah
They like, “Freeway, where you been?”
In North Philly, in the hood, cooking a ki’
Tell me, how crooked is he? [Chorus: Freeway]
I’m from the East where them ARs shooting
Ruthless, niggas will leave you naked, for the record
Khaled from the South where them bammers be moving
Walk into yo’ house and will leave you tied up, for the dollar
Can’t forget the West, where them niggas be looting
Shooting over colors, they will kill ya mother, for the record
And where you at, nigga? [Chorus: Freeway & Malice]
I’m from the East where them ARs shooting
Ruthless, niggas will leave you naked, for the record
Khaled from the South where them bammers be moving
Walk into yo’ house and will leave you tied up, for the dollar
Can’t forget the West, where them niggas be looting
Shooting over colors, they will kill ya mother, for the record
And where you at, nigga? [Intro: Freeway]
Uh, yeah
Woo! Free! That’s where you from, nigga
So rep where you from, nigga, wherever you at, nigga [Chorus: Freeway]
I’m from the East where them ARs shooting
Ruthless, niggas will leave you naked, for the record
Khaled from the South where them bammers be moving
Walk into yo’ house and will leave you tied up, for the dollar
Can’t forget the West, where them niggas be looting
Shooting over colors, they will kill ya mother, for the record
And where you at, nigga? Khaled! We cock and bang, niggas, we cop them thangs, niggas
Million records sold and still them same niggas
Bigger picture, grill with the angel fixtures
Where I’m at, they measure worth by your figures, uh! Uh, it’s going down, niggas! Robert smoking
I supply the addicts, they grab the baggage and keep it moving
Keep it, holding, 6-series, not stolen
Drop the lop look like the roof stolen, call the cops
He be stacking like Lego, leave me holding all the blocks
Run up on him, treat you like the drop, roof open
All them stick-up boys scheming on them fat boys scoping
They be hoping that I’m slipping, I be praying that I’m not
Nigga, ’til then, I’m supplying the block
Free at Last almost here, you should keep ya ears open, nigga! That’s where you from, nigga
So rep where you from, nigga, wherever you at, nigga
[Verse Two: Freeway]
My shooter keep it moving, you niggas barely moving
Them bullets almost hit you, you scream, “A-hallelujah!”
I’m on grind, all-time with the Ruger
And Khaled, all these niggas [?], they want me to lose, but
I’m on my Ps and Qs and, I got my eyes open
Can make it happen with rapping, I get my Ps and Qs in
I know Katrina shooting, know Mr. Yes! The mayor gave him the key to the city
Then he turn around and flood the city with nickels
To break the cycle, the nine-nickel chrome
The mini-mansion, his home
If Khaled call my phone, I’m in the place to be
G4, the M-I, get high, float in the friendly sky
I’m that fly, tell my pilot the fourth
Far as raps, I murder tracks, Philly
I kill the shit out a sixteen
Shit’s mean, spit a clip for the chorus, I
Tape and record it, put the murder on wax, I
Ship it out to Khaled and shoot a video for it, holla! That’s where you from, nigga
So rep where you from, nigga, wherever you at, nigga
Yeah, yeah, check it, check it
[Verse Three: Malice & Pusha T]
95-South, homie, tell ‘em I’m en route
And I ain’t fronting nothing neither, that ain’t what I’m ‘bout
No doubt; from Virginia, where the drought never touch us
Them dopes in the pillows, the home of the couch-stuffers
Pop clutches, drop-tops on all you motherfuckers
And all the baddest bitches pretending that they love us
Fucking the soul out us, we call ‘em the Golden-Mouthers
Paying for the service with Louis or Gucci pouches
Send ‘em to they spouses, we back in the street
Cooking up them ounces, from a quarter to a ki’
Call me Place-Your-Order P, c’est la vie
If you want it, know, I got it for cheap, Re-Up Gang, niggas!

L’A Capone – We Up (Solo) Lyrics

[Hook]
We up they falling we balling
God damn we up
Stop calling stop stalking
We know we up
[Verse 1]
We at the top now
We riding foreign and shit so let the top down
She wanna top now told her bitch not now
I ain’t got time for shit we geting gwuap now
You ain’t no kin to me
Just a friend to me
I gotta do it 1 time for my enemies
Smoking kush trees
Then we spray febreze
Gucci boots for the winner no scraping knees
If I’m ugly
She love me
Yea i do the ralph lauren prolly rugby
So bitch back up
We sacked up
I got a 40 with a beam and a mac truck
[Hook]
We up they falling we balling
God damn we up
Stop calling stop stalking
We know we up
[Verse 2]
Lemme take them to finesse school
Niggas wearing fake Trues like that’s cool (not cool)
I’ll send the haters at dude
Like Lil JB I’m that dude
We them niggas with that attitude
She want to fuck so I put her on the schedule
We ain’t scared of you
We way ahead of you
And on my hands that’s cocaine residue
Throw L’s up
Get filled up
I don’t he wanna feel the shells hit ya
No snitching
Cause we’ll get ya
I had to do it one time for my niggas
[Hook]
We up they falling we balling
God damn we up
Stop calling stop stalking
We know we up
[Outro]
They falling we balling
God damn we up
Stop calling stop stalking
We know we up