Kevin Gates – RGWN Lyrics

Play this song
Intro:
Ima never stop grinding ya heard me
Ive been played, been betrayed it take a toll on you
Some stay the same, most change, others fold on you
Ima giver, heart bigger, and it be the lil difference
Im forgiven, dont forget it, right game wrong nigga
Say right game wrong nigga, right game wrong nigga
1st Verse:
In the cell talkin to myself i used to look out the window/
Growing hair all over my head a lot of things i envisioned/
I ain’t see mozzy leaving me before i got out of prison/
I ain’t see me doing time after i finished a sentence/
Law thought they helped me sleep i hit a rain when it trickle/
Dying on the inside, unforgettable feeling
Crying on the inside, think about how you living
Whole pack touch down dont complain i deliver
18 wheeler deliver the load, tryna keep the wheel on the road
Dealt with the h, i left it alone, fast lane im all on my own
Fast pace you know that im, whatup, cash game you knowin im strong
My last gang was doing me wrong, bad days are how we move on
Facts change and then we go on, bread game you know im a don
In last place you honkin your horn, hamstring done got a lil sore
Crying grape you know ima pour, bag chasin got us a foreign
Catching cases got a lil boring, flashing chains the diamonds performing
Flashing chains the diamonds performing
????? and meditation vibes
I took the h, mixed it up, put that in the vice
5 ton jack recompress from both sides
No matter how it turn out just know ill be just fine
Im prolly bout to say some shit i know you won’t like
Yo bitch was over here with me just the other night
She say you two been through some things and me she can confide
Powered up the blunt and told her lets go take a ride
Speedin up the mountains with my hands all on her thighs Real ice, on a roley bus down
Breadwinner team nigga look who up now
You know a lot of time a nigga will get in your head and hype you up to
Do some shit that they dont have the heart to do you know what im saying
But you know im not a send off man ya heard me
2nd Verse:
I open the door for em, i bought me a 4 door
I took her out the country, i like when she call me country
Blocks im babysittin, super polite in public
Took a lil trip, ordered some drip, cooked a lil white in front her
Im pullin her hair, ass in the air, im putting it right in her stomach
Im thuggin im not bout to fumble, money im thumbin through hundreds
Im touchin a lot of blue hundreds, im muggin im walking through onyx
Ain’t nothing that im running from, i was taught how to run it up
All this pressure getting applied
These niggas shit be twinklin but they shit not like mine
Got buku niggas dissin me but i am not surprised
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Afroman – Because I Got High (Palmdale Sessions) Lyrics

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[Intro: Afroman]
Hmm
It’s like… I don’t care about nothin’ man
Roll another blunt… Yeah (ohh ohh ohh)
La da da da da da La, Da Daaa
La da da da, La da da da, La da da daaa
[Verse 1]
I was gonna clean my room until I got high
I was gonna get up and find the broom, but then I got high
My room is still messed up and I know why (Why man?)
Yeah hey
Because I got high, because I got high
Because I got high
(La da da da da da da da da)
[Verse 2]
I was gonna go to class before I got high
I could’a cheated and I could’a passed, but I got high
I am taking it next semester and I know why (Why man?)
Because I got high, because I got high
Because I got high
(La da da da da da da da da)
[Verse 3]
I was gonna go to work but then I got high
I just got a new promotion, but I got high
Now I’m selling weed and I know why (Why man?)
Because I got high, because I got high
Because I got high
(La da da da da da da da da)
[Verse 4]
I was gonna go to court, but then I got high
I was gonna pay my child support, but then I got high (No you ain’t)
They took my whole paycheck and I know why
‘Cause I got high, ’cause I got high
‘Cause I got high
(La da da da da da da da da)
[Verse 5]
I wasn’t gonna run from the cops but I was high
I was gonna pull right over and stop but I was high
Now I am a paraplegic and I know why (Why man?)
Because I got high, because I got high
Because I got high
(La da da da da da da da da)
[Verse 6]
I was gonna make love to you but then I got high
I was gonna eat yo’ pussy too but then I got high
Now I’m jackin’ off and I know why
Because I got high, because I got high
Because I got high
(La da da da da da da da da)
[Verse 7]
I messed up my entire life because I got high
I lost my kids and wife because I got high
I’m sleeping on the sidewalk and I know why
Because I got high, because I got high
Because I got high
(La da da da da da da da da)
[Verse 8]
Well my name is Afroman and I’m from east Palmdale
And all the tail weed I be smokin’ is bomb as hell
I don’t believe in Hitler, that’s what I said (Why man?)
So all of you skins (skins) please give me more head
[Verse 9]
I’m gonna stop singing this song because I’m high
I’m singing this whole thing wrong because I’m high
And if I don’t sell one copy I know why (why man?)
Yeah hey
‘Cause I’m high, because I’m high
Because I’m high
(La da da da da da, La da da da, Shoop shooby doo wop)
[Outro]
A E I O U(a e i o u) and sometimes W(hahahahaha)
‘Cause I’m high, ’cause I’m high
‘Cause I’m high

Rich the Kid – Wrong Thing Lyrics

[Chorus: Rich the Kid]
Got the Rolls Royce, it’s a truck (It’s a skrrt)
Count a half a million dollars in the cut (Half a what?)
Got a lil’ blonde bitch tryna fuck (Tryna fuck)
All these hoes on me ’cause I ran it up (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
I just copped a skelly, it’s a AP
I just met the plug, he in Beijing (Plug)
Put some ice on her, now she skating (Skating)
Yeah, she think I love her, it’s the wrong thing
[Verse 1: Rich the Kid]
Bet I press the button and it start up (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
Niggas, they be cappin’, they can’t flex like us (Cap)
Pull out the Bentley, brought the Porsche out (What?)
Your bitch, she ugly, my bitch iced up (Hold up, hold up, ice, ice, yeah)
I could teach you lil’ niggas how to make a mil’ (Make a mil’)
All my niggas rich, but why they trappin’ still? Play this song
[Intro]
Run that money counter, baby
Ayy, who the fuck is Narquise? (Why they trappin’ still?)
Boy, you still broke, you signed the wrong deal (Signed the wrong deal)
I might just start trippin’, took the wrong pill
Bitch, you ain’t a boss, you just a worker (You just a worker)
Ain’t nothing but bosses in my circle (In my circle)
You niggas talkin’ like them hoes do (Like them hoes do)
The AP, it got dancers (Rich)
[Chorus: Rich the Kid]
Got the Rolls Royce, it’s a truck (It’s a skrrt)
Count a half a million dollars in the cut (Half a what?)
Got a lil’ blonde bitch tryna fuck (Tryna fuck)
All these hoes on me ’cause I ran it up (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
I just copped a skelly, it’s a AP
I just met the plug, he in Beijing (Plug)
Put some ice on her, now she skating (Skating)
Yeah, she think I love her, it’s the wrong thing
[Verse 2: NAV]
Copped the Lambo, it’s a truck (Vroom)
Poured a quarter million dollars in my gut (In my gut)
She got real hair, fake ass, I’m tryna fuck (Tryna fuck)
She want the Brown Boy ’cause I run it up (Run it up)
I might cop a Richard worth a milli’
Some people in my city wanna kill me (Kill me)
My shooter got a forty and it’s filthy (Filthy)
And he gon’ hold the charge if he guilty (Guilty)
Countin’ money, don’t you ever count me out (Yeah)
I could get you pure cocaine in a drought (In a drought)
Smokin’ gas, propane in my mouth (In my mouth)
Talkin’ facts, I’ll take racks over clout (I’ll take racks)
[Chorus: Rich the Kid]
Got the Rolls Royce, it’s a truck (It’s a skrrt)
Count a half a million dollars in the cut (Half a what?)
Got a lil’ blonde bitch tryna fuck (Tryna fuck)
All these hoes on me ’cause I ran it up (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
I just copped a skelly, it’s a AP
I just met the plug, he in Beijing (Plug)
Put some ice on her, now she skating (Skating)
Yeah, she think I love her, it’s the wrong thing

Rich the Kid – Woah Lyrics

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[Chorus: Miguel]
I wanna ride ’til the sun just
I like the sound my name on your tongue
‘Cause you got the woah, baby
You got the woah
That’s right, you the bomb
Give me the time and I’m on it with commas
You got the woah, baby
You got the woah
[Verse 1: Rich the Kid]
She got that woah (Woah)
She got that drip slow (Drip, drip)
She got that, I might pull up on her, buy a Range Rove’ (Skrrt, skrrt)
Put them hoes to the side
Got a Wraith outside, we could slide (We could slide)
Tell my friends about the pussy ’cause it’s fire (‘Cause it’s fire)
I might let her drive the Bentley ’cause I’m high (‘Cause I’m high)
New Birkin bag, I gotta keep her fly (Keep her fly)
Hit the red car drippin’, you and I (You and I)
Know I love you, I can’t even tell a lie (Tell a lie)
You got it, you got it (You got it)
Girl, your love, I can’t be without it (Woo)
If she want Chanel, she gon’ cop it (She gon’ cop it)
Me and you, baby, ain’t no stoppin’ (Rich)
[Chorus: Miguel]
I wanna ride ’til the sun just
I like the sound my name on your tongue
‘Cause you got the woah, baby
You got the woah
That’s right, you the bomb
Give me the time and I’m on it with commas
You got the woah, baby
You got the woah
[Bridge: Miguel & Ty Dolla $ign]
Yeah, you got it, you got it
Oh, you got it, you got it
Yeah, you got it, you got it
You got the woah
Yeah, you got it, you got it
Oh, you got it, you got it
Yeah, you got it, you got it
You got the woah (Dolla $ign)
[Verse 2: Ty Dolla $ign]
You got that woah, baby
Gotta hit it slow, baby
Got me losing my mind, going crazy
Girl, lock your door (Lock your door)
Tú mi amor (Tú mi amor)
Without a question, yeah
You the one for sure
You my baby, baby, baby, baby, baby
Tell them hoes back back, I’m taken
And I ain’t going out tonight, I’m staying
Thinking ’bout you all day, I’m anxious
Got a nigga drunk in love, I’m wasted
[Chorus: Miguel]
I wanna ride ’til the sun just
I like the sound my name on your tongue
‘Cause you got the woah, baby
You got the woah
That’s right, you the bomb
Give me the time and I’m on it with commas
You got the woah, baby
You got the woah

Rich the Kid – Two Cups Lyrics

’cause the money, it ain’t big enough (Huh?) ’cause the money, it ain’t big enough (Whoa, whoa, whoa)
[Verse 3: Big Sean]
Yeah, had to cut the middle man, I ain’t talking Malcolms
When you put the work in, just look at all the outcomes
When you blessin’ faith, what these niggas be like, “How come?”
Know we quick to fuck these niggas up like round one
I got no time for hissy fits (No), can’t count on you, you counterfeit
It’s just me, Offset, and Rich
When you lose and win it all, that’s a feeling you’ll never forget
Graveyard shifts, tales from the crypt
See, I’m the boss, no calling sick, look
It’s just me and all my dogs and we ridin’ like we lawless
She hit me with “Let’s talk,” shit
But bitch, you might as well be talking to a fucking wall
Than to have a heart-to-heart with a nigga that’s as heartless
Yeah, I look exhausted (Woah), but that’s just what it cost, shit
I still proceed with caution (Uh-huh)
‘Cause I done seen some people have it all and then they lost it (Straight up)
Got a dime bitch ridin’ with me even when she nauseous (Damn)
Done made it through the fire, but I’m still that fucking raw, bitch (Fucking raw, I’m that raw, bitch)
I go off, go in, go up, but never go back (Go)
I know we in a league of our own, bitch, I’m pro-black (Huh)
Just hit a lick for my grandsons and I don’t have sons (Woah)
But that’s how far I’m thinking ahead, bitch, and some
[Chorus: Offset]
Two cups, two sluts (Two sluts)
Jump right in it like Iike I’m playin’ double dutch (Ooh)
Whippin’ in that pot, I hit it uppercut (Woo, woo, woo, woo)
I put my drip up on the plate, she eat it up (Hey)
Big body keys, the Bentley truck get mounted up (Big body keys)
You can’t buy me for no million, nigga, that ain’t enough (That ain’t enough)
But I only spent a dime to get your tummy tucked (Dime)
Nigga done lost your fuckin’ mind tryna beef with us (Lost your mind)
[Outro: Rich the Kid]
Bands out the gym, jumpin’ like double dutch (Bands, they jumpin’)
You kissin’ on the bitch and we gon’ split ’em up (Lil’ bitch)
You got a problem, go and speak it up (Go and speak it up)
Why you capping? Play this song
[Chorus: Offset]
Two cups, two sluts (Two sluts)
Jump right in it like Iike I’m playin’ double dutch (Ooh)
Whippin’ in that pot, I hit it uppercut (Woo, woo, woo, woo)
I put my drip up on the plate, she eat it up (Hey)
Big body keys, the Bentley truck get mounted up (Big body keys)
You can’t buy me for no million, nigga, that ain’t enough (That ain’t enough)
But I only spent a dime to get your tummy tucked (Dime)
Nigga done lost your fuckin’ mind tryna beef with us (Lost your mind)
[Verse 1: Offset]
We run it up from the ground, nigga, don’t sleep on us (Yeah)
LeBron James, none of these niggas ain’t equal to us (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Bitch get hit on the bus (Yeah)
The bitch a runt, a mutt (Yeah)
Grippin’ on my clutch (Yeah)
Watch that nigga, he sus’ (Yeah)
Hard for me to trust (Oh, yeah)
I got the Midas touch (Woo, woo, woo, woo)
[Verse 2: Rich the Kid, Offset & Big Sean]
Bitches seen the milli’ got the bubble guts (Milli’)
Butterfly doors, gotta let ’em up
They takin’ pictures of me, hold my Richie up
When I slide in, oh, she ride in
Knock a nigga off quick with a light ten
Oh, she ride like a pro, get a new Benz
Off the jet to a check, it’s a backend
I can’t trip, I put Fendi on my slips (On my slips)
I got gang with me, you might wanna dip
I got plaques on plaques, Maybach, way back
Drop a hundred where my stash spot at (Rich)
Chain frozen, and I bought my bitch a Range Rover (Woo)
Lambo with no top, yeah, bitch, the game over (Skrrt skrrt, hey)
Brand new mansion spot, invite the gang over (Gang, gang)
We ain’t soaked, but baguettes look like rain soakin’ (Baguettes)
Bands out the gym, jumpin’ like double dutch (Bands, they jumpin’)
You kissin’ on the bitch and we gon’ split ’em up (Lil’ bitch)
You got a problem, go and speak it up (Go and speak it up, Uh-huh)
Why you capping?

Rich the Kid – Save That Lyrics

Play this song
[Intro]
Yeah
D.A. got that dope
[Chorus]
Now I’m rapping, Motorola in the trash (In the trash)
All hundreds, tell promoters give me cash (Woo, woo)
I ain’t cappin’, put two-fifty on the dash (Skrrt)
And I ain’t worried ’bout these bitches, want the bag
Fuck bein’ famous
Came up from the bottom, but I made it
At the top, you get rich, but then they hate it
When you get that check, you better save it
No cap
[Verse 1]
Don’t say that
I got money and it’s old, come from way back
I done did put my team on, now they hate that
Rich Forever boss, I can’t fake that
Invest the money for the check that you gon’ make back
I might pull up Lam’, I might go Maybach (Skrrt)
Bitches gettin’ crazy with the payback (With the payback)
Had to cut a ho off, I can’t play that (I can’t play that)
You ain’t got the money so just save that (Woo, woo)
Workin’ real hard, better save that (Better save that)
Bought my bitch a purse, cost me eight racks (Eight racks)
But I did a show and got that cake back (Woo)
Rich
[Chorus]
Now I’m rapping, Motorola in the trash (In the trash)
All hundreds, tell promoters give me cash (Woo, woo)
I ain’t cappin’, put two-fifty on the dash (Skrrt)
And I ain’t worried ’bout these bitches, want the bag
Fuck bein’ famous
Came up from the bottom, but I made it
At the top, you get rich, but then they hate it
When you get that check, you better save it
No cap
[Verse 2]
Fuck the lies, you can save that (Save that)
Niggas talkin’ trash, ain’t got no racks
I can fit a fifty in my knapsack (Knapsack)
Put another hundred in my backpack (Woo)
Teach you how to make a mil’, I promise that
I really get the check and you can save the cap
I tell your bitch I love her, she gon’ say it back
But I can’t save a ho, that’s a big fact
I forgot her number, I ain’t save that (Brrt)
I can make one-fifty in an hour flat
I can make the money flip and double back
I’ma make another check and I’ma save that
[Chorus]
Now I’m rapping, Motorola in the trash (In the trash)
All hundreds, tell promoters give me cash (Woo, woo)
I ain’t cappin’, put two-fifty on the dash (Skrrt)
And I ain’t worried ’bout these bitches, want the bag
Fuck bein’ famous
Came up from the bottom, but I made it
At the top, you get rich, but then they hate it
When you get that check, you better save it
No cap