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2018-08-20

Noah Cyrus – Live Or Die lyrics

[Pre-Chorus: Noah Cyrus]
On our way to the sky
We’re gonna look down on tonight
When we die, you and I
Two heartbreak soldiers
When you lay by my side
I see the whole world through your eyes
Ride or die, you and I

[Chorus: Noah Cyrus]
Live or die, yah
Live or die
Got you and I
Got you tonight, yah
Live or die, yah
Live or die
Got you and I
Got you tonight

[Verse 1: Lil Xan & both]
Have you ever seen a red flower? Yeah
Have you ever seen a gold flower? Aye
Came from a broken home, parents never saw it
Now I’m living all alone, taking care of us all, yeah
Flashes in my face, I guess that’s what you get with all this fame
Just because it’s that you gang does not mean that you really gang
Weather changes with my mood, it never really stays the same
And one plus one is two, and without you I think I’d go insane
And what you think? Pause, let it sink in
They threw me in and now I’m drowning in the deep end
If I’m religious, you’re the one that I believe in
You’ve been here with me to help me fight all my demons

[Verse 2: Lil Xan, Noah Cyrus, both]
To live or die, what’s the price on a life?
If there ain’t no price tag, I might take it right
If I hit it from the back, I might just hit it twice
Rest in peace to everyone that we lost in life
And I just wanna run away-ay-ay
I just wanna run away-ay-ay
I just wanna run away-ay-ay, yeah-eah-eah-eah,ay
(With you, baby)

[Chorus: Noah Cyrus]
Live or die, yah
Live or die
Got you and I
Got you tonight, yah
Live or die, yah
Live or die
Got you and I
Got you tonight

[Harmonizing]

2018-08-20

Young Thug – Rich Nigga Live Lyrics

[Hook]
Go to Instagram and…
Get on a rich nigga live, rich nigga live, rich nigga live
Rich nigga live, rich nigga live, rich nigga live
Aye this a rich nigga live, a rich nigga live, a rich nigga live
A rich nigga live, a rich nigga live, a rich nigga live
I’m having plenty [?] and wives and I’m having plenty lies
I’m having plenty sticks and knives
They pop at you [?]
She said I’m Katy Perry some of callin me [?]
She said I’m Katy Perry some of callin me Lisa Maguire
It ain’t no Instagram Live it’s a rich nigga live, a rich nigga live
This is a rich nigga live, a rich nigga live, a rich nigga live
Hop on a rich nigga live, a rich nigga live with all of my slimes
I told my homie to get off of live and go head and serve me some pie

I called up the wheezy he comin’ through like a blizzard
Chief Keef Sosa he callin my phone he ready to pierce ya
Anything that Lil Durk want I told to go head and pick it like bingo
Champagne Papi on a tour with them Migos I told him he should run out of state get a kilo
Serving me dog food like I’m Scooter if you don’t [?] I rob you like casino
I told my dog Julio Jones to switch his position throw it like he Tebow

2018-08-20

410 – Hunterz Lyrics

[Chorus: AM]
What you gonna when the crashers summin’?
What’s that smell in the air?
Pull it in gear and let’s go hunting?
That wi-wi gave them a 100
Du-du, du-du, bands on me
Noddy or leave
I don’t want no discussion
You ain’t tryna make bread or nuffin’
What you gonna when the crashers summin’?
What’s that smell in the air?
Pull it in gear and let’s go hunting?
That wi-wi gave them a 100
Du-du, du-du, bands on me
Noddy or leave
I don’t want no discussion
You ain’t tryna make bread or nufin’

[Verse 1: AM]
Girls on man cah the music bangs
Nuff times she wet her panties
Man love chat till I step ‘pon flats
And her legs get wee like bambies
Opps outrageous, giving out statements
Tryna crash corn at families
Beef intense, so I cop me a skeng
Tryna rain on dem, Ashanti
Free K-Crash, he was doing up Viking
Why you gonna be so wassy?
Girls on me, and I like her loads
But she moves too young like Ashley
Would wife a gladly, but she don’t get me
All she wanna do is stress me
Stay away from trident
Y.AM just violent
He’s not tryna impress me
Big .45 with a Muay Thai kick
But the kickback kick like Jet-Li
Doing up houses bit by bit
But the bit brix loves Coke and Pepsi
You already know dat I beat your chick
If you don’t want wood just let me
Man just ran when I wave that stick
Cah the shotgun long and hefty
Miles tryna catch dem fishing in C
Mans been to the C, there’s plenty
Think about me
I was raised in the C, had 2 shotguns at 20
Trident on me, IC3
Roll with the blue like Bentley
She was on me, nuttin ain’t free
True say the kid been trendy (Mally)

[Chorus]
What you gonna when the crashers summin’?
What’s that smell in the air?
Pull it in gear and let’s go hunting?
That wi-wi gave them a 100
Du-du, du-du, bands on me
Noddy or leave
I don’t want no discussion
You ain’t tryna make bread or nuffin’
What you gonna when the crashers summin’?
What’s that smell in the air?
Pull it in gear and let’s go hunting?
That wi-wi gave them a 100
Du-du, du-du, bands on me
Noddy or leave
I don’t want no discussion
You ain’t tryna make bread or nuffin’

[Verse 2: Skengdo]
410’s wet, what?
Splash him, and splash his friend
Ayy Ayy, Y.AM Sav ‘mence
He’ll do him and do his friend
Oh gosh, he went on the bloody net
Talking hella nonsense
I’ll splash him and splash his friend
Trap stack, man can’t do it like TS
Man need to loww all the vocal
The boy try speak and he still got beating
You got changed and he left you
Question?, Are you gonna back you bredrin?
Kick down doors like Kungfu
Wave it around and now everyone is stressin’ (du-du bow)
They ask “why we ain’t social?”
Cos most mans fake and they ain’t in my intrest
Look at you, splashing on cotton
I’ll just sip on my tea and left him
Boy better have that plan
Cah me and the g’s investing
Skengs, ding-dongs, rolls of work
I’m poppin’ it eas’ on a next ting
Bro-bro set that trend
You better do that shit like your best friend
Filly, 410, F Blocka be the best ends
You couldn’t be gang
Ahh me you stressin’
As we say round here “you done out ‘ere, that’s a lesson”

2018-08-20

Big D The Impossible – Father and Son (alebumaye) Lyrics

(Verse 1)
First nigga, niggas first
First record nigga sound quick
I ain’t the type of people you can mess quick or make a name out of his mind
I’m a record lable, i make a record label between your mind
Between the line you can distinguish i and you out, Wu first clan in tang big deal
I’m not the type you can diss quick, i’m a family man
I first introduced you to rap not pap or trap you mingle into
Shot up your mouth big too, hahahaha, nigga slap on my face my face down
Nigga quick rap on about the jerk i’m into, my face blown down too
I fucked your wife you fucked my bitch too, bee shot up your face down well
Before i crossed your line my time ain’t wasted on rhymes line, high bitch first crossed your line
Now, you think you gat somethin’ to rap fake gee

(Chorus 1)
Alebumaye killin’ shovelin’ killin’ shovelin’ alebumaye
Alebumaya killin’ shovelin’ killin’ shovelin’ alebumaye
Big shot the fuck up

Alebumaye killin shovelin’ killin’ shovelin’ alebumaye
Alebumaye killin shovelin killin’ shovelin’ alebumaye

(Verse 2)
First record i signed my son and i myself
Never forget biggie and pac death row, local gees, force militant, amy first habbit
Record suit addict cocaine congrat me make me out of sense
I’m in greedy i don’t feel the line i don’t feel it at all
I don’t mean it i don’t mess around like you B that call yourself G
Bitch to God gat somethin’ or nothin’ to say
I’m on my own i label my senses my record and my soul
Monkey tie ain’t suit me, but love the fitted up on my neck
Monkey tie ain’t sit me, but i love the size only up on my neck
Lonely, day i’m on my own i think i forget about more than i think i gat
I forget about it all, all i thought, all i got i and all i had
But the day goes on like tin and bring all day back
Today is another day entirely i reap my way, i sat down and i see myself back line

(Chorus 2)
Alebumaye killin’ shovelin’ killin’ shovelin’ alebumaye
Alebumaye killin’ shovelin’ killin shovelin’ alebumaye
I’m plannin’ ahead every moment i sit

Alebumaye killin’ shovelin’ killin’ alebumaye
Alebumaye killin shovelin’ killin’shovelin’ alebumaye
I’m plannin’ ahead whenever i sit

2018-08-19

Stefflon Don – Precious Heavy Lyrics

[Intro]
Grimez

[Verse 1]
Fuck a nigga bring a bitch round
Let me show him how to stack P
Precious heavy, yeah, we crackin’ drinks
This is everyting that I forseen
Mummy cryin’ that was back when
Steff Don was a likkle youth
Now I’m grown, she don’t cry tears
‘Cause I drop racks, that’s mother care
Payin’ is what they gon’ do
Hearin’ comments, sayin’ shit for likes
I’ma wish those likes paid
Check the page, that’s android
That CCTV footage
Bitch, you need a new phone
How you comment in them shit you don’t own?

[Chorus]
Pull up on then they never stick around
Please don’t comapre me to these pussy bitches now
Precious heavy, yeah, we crackin’ drinks
We run the city, ain’t nobody in my lane
Pull up on then they never stick around
Please don’t comapre me to these pussy bitches now
Precious heavy, yeah, we crackin’ drinks
We run the city, everybody know my name

[Verse 2]
Rappers’ bodies gettin’ carried away
Don’t bury them ‘less you’re a minute late
Very blessed when I check my safe
My name ringin’ in every state
5-star on my sheets
40 racks while I sleep
Killin’ niggas and bitches too
Discrimination, I don’t do
Promise to win, I’ll never lose
Fuck a ring, I’m drippin’ juice
No love but self love
Selfless but caught up
Dumyoung ting, torn up
Fuck boys get your money up
Bitches mad ’cause I’m comin’ up

[Verse 3]
Time runnin’ out of focus
Slide bitches, mai tai, you haffi go look
If you know my side, you know that I’m with the stuff
Watch it when I ride, don’t compare me, oh
Pull up in the drop top
Mixtape fire, know you had to stop drop
Fuckin’ with my mother, eat your 16 shots
Ting so secure, I don’t need no padlock
Dem could never walk in my shoes
Dem could never get a 1.2
I don’t even lie, just tell the truth
I just tell the truth
Dem could never walk in my shoes
Dem could never get a 1.2
I don’t even lie, just tell the truth
I just tell the truth, mmm

2018-08-19

Stefflon Don & DJ Khaled – Win Lyrics

[Intro: DJ Khaled]
This the realest shit I ever said (DJ Khaled!)
They don’t want us to make it
They want us miserable, they want us broke
They wanna finish us
They don’t want us to win (another one)
So we gon’ win more pon dem bumboclaat

[Verse 1: Stefflon Don]
They don’t wan see mi mek it
Everyday, another ghetto yute haffi leg it
Dem a just neglected
All dem try on a set, none a dem couldn’t set it
Dem nuh wan see we mek it
Dem nuh wan, dem nuh wan, dem nuh wan see we mek it
Turn dem and we set it
Every hour mi win, dem nuh don’t wan mi see get it

[Pre-Chorus: Stefflon Don]
Big mi up pon the lean, star
But we know that the fussy dem nuh don’t like we
Dem wan itch up, itch up in a corner
But they just wan spite we

[Chorus: Stefflon Don]
Dem nuh wan see mi win
Dem nuh wan, dem nuh wan, dem nuh wan see we win

[Verse 2: Stefflon Don]
Dem badmind and jealous
Dem a pree mi ting, a wish bad fi it
But God blessings, a God mi seh
God blessings, a God mi seh
Every night, mi a pray to Jah, me seh
Dem nuh really badmind like dem, no
Clean heart a win everyday, good over evil a wan mi seh
Fuck all dem badmind people dem
Dem all dirty, dem all dirty, yeah
Dem nuh don’t wan see we win
People hot and badmind, dem nuh wan see we win
Dem a chat ’bout mi ting
Chat dem a chat but dem nah do a ting
Dem nuh wan see we win, dem nuh wan see we win
Chat dem a chat ’bout mi ting but
Not a penny dem have inna dem bank book

[Chorus: Stefflon Don]
Dem nuh wan see mi win
Dem nuh wan, dem nuh wan, dem nuh wan see mi win
Dem nuh wan see mi win
Dem nuh wan, dem nuh wan, dem nuh wan see mi win
Dem nuh wan see mi win
Dem nuh wan, dem nuh wan, dem nuh wan see mi win
Dem nuh wan see mi win
Chat dem a chat but dem nah do a ting

[Verse 3: Stefflon Don]
You nah fi ask if I got it like dat
Fresh, ever clean, everyting haffi match
Money haffi spend but the money come back
Batty fat, belly fat, everyting just a drop
Ever just make it like dat
Mi haffi carry nuff pressure pon mi back
Mi momma get nuff lick fi from mi daddy
So mi haffi make sure that she have it
So try chat to mi, chat to mi
Nuh a dem gyal a can’t chat to mi
Chat patois if you can, then nuh chat to mi
Face pretty but yuh inside damn ugly
So gwan yam batty
Likkle girl, go find your baby daddy
Hmmm, we can’t find nowhere
Look a job and ready, drop a sleep
The fucka wish dem a me

[Pre-Chorus: Stefflon Don]
Big mi up pon the lean, star
But we know that the fussy dem nuh don’t like we
Dem wan itch up, itch up in a corner
But they just wan spite we

[Outro: DJ Khaled]
Some bwoy dem a choose evil
We choose Jah
They played themselves
You can’t stop what’s destined in the wind
Stefflon Don, they wanna finish you
They want you broke, they want you miserable
So make sure you become a billionaire

2018-08-19

Stefflon Don – Crunch Time Lyrics

[Intro]
Ayo, It’s crunch time niggas in 9, come get yo dick slime
Noreaga, there ain’t no ho running through my bloodline
Jet set what bitches gone bench, they swinging bullets
Government give me your money, cash, I don’t want checks

[Verse]
I ain’t never flopped, ask about me If you want
If you see me in the bank, come bout to fuck a couple racks
Ay, heads turn when I enter, got the best furs to your mister
But I want him he ain’t got shit, I’m a big bird not slender
Juice drip, collard greens, dirty money, pussy clean
T.E. bit, need it like a dumpling while I’m coming pee
On your knees (hot one), pretty like Flacko Jodye
Eat this pussy like it’s finger lickin’ chicken on a molies

[Hook]
Bitches steady trippin’, they be hatin’ cause I’m stuntin’
When I pull up they be dippin’ out, these hoes ain’t sayin’ nothin’
Rule number one, never fuck with a Don
Shots to your bun, if I’m coming better run
Bitches steady trippin’, they be hatin’ cause I’m stuntin’
When I pull up they be dippin’ out, these hoes ain’t sayin’ shit
Rule number one, never fuck with a Don
Shots to your bun, if I’m coming better run bitch

[Verse 2]
Get’ em up, lick’ em down, they don’t want these problems now
Get these hoes see me, they see me but they don’t want me round
Keep your crown clown, I’ma done what the bloodclaat
Me nuh talk, I leave fishes swimmin’ in a blood bath
Let’ em marinade then fry ’em until they turn soft
Ejaculate on bitches tell them fi lick the cum off
Who she think she really playin’ with
I’m that kid with no patience, I ain’t playing bitch
Talking lips moving quick but ain’t saying shit
Dark knight, dim the light cause they aging quick

[Hook]
Bitches steady trippin’, they be hatin’ cause I’m stuntin’
When I pull up they be dippin’ out, these hoes ain’t sayin’ nothin’
Rule number one, never fuck with a Don
Shots to your bun, if I’m coming better run
Bitches steady trippin’, they be hatin’ cause I’m stuntin’
When I pull up they be dippin’ out, these hoes ain’t sayin’ nothin’
Rule number one, never fuck with a Don
Shots to your bun, if I’m coming better run bitch

2018-08-19

Stefflon Don – Finesse Lyrics

[Intro]
Don, uh

[Verse]
Bitch, I been finessin’ since the eighth grade
But now I’m gettin’ paid just to show face
If your nigga bummy, tell that nigga skate
Most my bitches hoes but they never fake
Still won’t pay the bill, even if I ate
I don’t pay for meals, I don’t go on dates
But I still get the cake ate
Cake, cake, cake, cake, cake, cake
Toes on my page, livin’ out my case
Block, b-b-blockin’ that same pace
Bitch, I’m pretty, but I’m big parkin’
This ain’t ordinary, got the guards watchin’
This ain’t ordinary, ask my nigga Drake
He told me I’m the realest and them bitches fake
Never play the bench, I don’t play it safe
Don’t cut your nose just to spite your face
I stay livin’ and I’m learnin’ every day
Like I be chillin’ fuckin’ with the real estate
You never set trends if you don’t take risks
This ain’t my opinion, this a practice

[Chorus]
Secure, secure, secure
The bag secure, secure, secure
The bag secure, secure, secure
The bag secure, secure, secure
The bag
I stay livin’ and I’m learnin’ every day
Not everybody wanna see who win the race
I work hard just to lock this
I pray to God that he got this
I stay livin’ and I’m learnin’ every day
Not everybody wanna see who win the race
I work hard just to lock this
I pray to God that he got this

2018-08-19

Stefflon Don & Future – What You Want Lyrics

[Intro: Future]
I fell in love, my money gettin’ head
Free Bandz
I got you chillin’ on my bed spread
Steff, what up?
My niggas in the feds, my niggas on deck
Grimez

[Pre-Chorus: Stefflon Don & Future]
They don’t know my struggles (struggles)
They don’t know my pain (they don’t know my pain)
They don’t know how many times I almost went insane (almost went insane)
They don’t know the hustle (hustle)
They can’t feel my pain (they can’t feel my pain)
That’s why I’m cashin’ out and I spend racks on racks on racks

[Chorus: Stefflon Don & Future]
On Gucci, Gucci (Gucci)
Louis, Louis, Louis (Louis, Louis, Louis)
Gucci, Gucci (Gucci)
Louis, Louis, Louis (Louis, Louis, Louis)
Gucci, Gucci (Gucci)
Louis, Louis, Louis (Louis, Louis, Louis)
Gucci, Gucci (Gucci)
Louis, Louis, Louis (yeah, yeah)

[Post-Chorus: Stefflon Don & Future]
Oh, I got diamonds on my neck, yeah
Gucci, Gucci
Louis, Louis, Louis (diamonds on my neck)
I got these bitches goin’ cray
Gucci, Gucci
Louis, Louis, Louis (I got these bitches goin’ cray)
I got ’em all singin’
Gucci, Gucci
Louis, Louis, Louis (and I got them all singin’)

[Verse 1: Stefflon Don & Future]
Pull up on your block, got you wishin’ that I was dead (woo)
Heard that they been comin’, I been waitin’ in the sunset (oh, no)
I be with my niggas all day, bet you can thumb press (yeah, yeah)
Thing go brrrr, good, got that grrrr, that’s your blood check (na, na, na)
Yeah, I don’t know about that (they heard them gunshots)
I don’t know why they mad, I’m just doin’ all I can (yeah, yeah)
Keep it all comin’, I got it, I serve it, and run and fuck they heads off
Pullin’ up, bill it up, run it up, fuck it up, you should know I got it, yeah
Ooh, they can’t walk in my shoes (what they want from me?)
You know what is is (what you want from me? I gave it all I had)
Diamonds on my neck and my wrist (I gave it all I had)

[Pre-Chorus: Stefflon Don & Future]
They don’t know my struggles
They don’t know my pain (what they want from me?)
They don’t know how many times I almost went insane (what they want from me?)
They don’t know the hustle
They can’t feel my pain (I gave it all I had)
That’s why I’m cashin’ out and I spend racks on racks on racks (I gave it all I had)

[Chorus: Stefflon Don & Future]
On Gucci, Gucci
Louis, Louis, Louis (what they want from me?)
Gucci, Gucci
Louis, Louis, Louis (what they want from me?)
Gucci, Gucci
Louis, Louis, Louis (I gave it all I had)
Gucci, Gucci
Louis, Louis, Louis (I gave it all I had)

[Post-Chorus: Stefflon Don & Future]
Oh, I got diamonds on my neck, yeah (what you want from me?)
Gucci, Gucci
Louis, Louis, Louis (what you want from me?)
I got these bitches goin’ cray
Gucci, Gucci
Louis, Louis, Louis (I gave it all I had)
I got ’em all singin’
Gucci, Gucci
Louis, Louis, Louis (I gave it all I had)

[Verse 2: Future]
They don’t know my struggles (sheesh)
They don’t know my pain (what you want from me?)
They don’t know ’bout them nights I damn near went insane (what you want from me?)
I’m goin’ crazy, crazy, crazy, yeah (I gave it all I had)
My diamonds doin’ [?], yeah, yeah (I gave it all I had)
My cash bringin’ drama, drama, drama, drama (what you want from me?)
Went and bought a Rolls-Royce for my baby mama (what you want from me?)
My checks stay on fleek, they call that a Hannah Montana (I gave it all I had)
My ATMs SD bitch, I fuck my [?damn best] (I gave it all I had)
Yeah, I get racks on racks on racks (what you want from me?)
I fuck Gucci, I put animals on my back, my back (what you want from me?)
Bought that Cuban dollar collar, got a bag at Saks (I gave it all I had)
I bust a rich bitch, but my diamonds ain’t gon’ win my set, yeah (I gave it all I had)
I fell in love, my money gettin’ head (what you want from me?)
I got you chillin’ on my bed spread (what you want from me?)
My niggas in the feds, my niggas on deck (what you want from me?)
Postin’ choppers on the ‘gram and now we stay relate (I gave it all I had)
I came from the bottom, I can’t let no groupie get in my head (what you want from me?)
And they keep me on the blogs for shit I never said (what you want from me?)
Only bought a Presidential for my Pateks (I gave it all I had)
20 chains around my neck, yeah (what you want from me?)
Christian Loub’s will drive you crazy (what they want from me?)
Birkin bags for my main lady (I gave it all I had)
I can’t front, this rap can’t save me (I gave it all I had)

[Chorus: Stefflon Don & Future]
Gucci, Gucci
Louis, Louis, Louis (what they want from me?)
Gucci, Gucci
Louis, Louis, Louis (what they want from me?)
Gucci, Gucci
Louis, Louis, Louis (I gave it all I had)
Gucci, Gucci
Louis, Louis, Louis (I gave it all I had)

[Post-Chorus: Stefflon Don & Future]
Oh, I got diamonds on my neck, yeah (what they want from me?)
Gucci, Gucci
Louis, Louis, Louis (what you want from me?)
I got these bitches goin’ cray
Gucci, Gucci
Louis, Louis, Louis (I gave it all I had)
I got ’em all singin’
Gucci, Gucci
Louis, Louis, Louis (I gave it all I had)

[Outro: Future]
What they want from me?
What the fuck you want from me?
I gave it all I had
I gave you all I had
What you want from me?
What you want from me?
I gave you all I had
I gave you all I had
What the fuck you want from me?
What the fuck theyu want from me?
I gave ’em all I had
I gave ’em all I had

2018-08-19

Stefflon Don – Both Ways Lyrics

[Chorus: Fekky]
Ay, strike a pose, ay, everything you can get, everything fraud
Push it back touch your toes, No, I stunt on my phone
Bitch please wash my clothes, they was hatin’ we don’t throw
[?] tip ghost
Oh my, oh my day, hey
[?]
Pussy lickin like what [?]

[Verse: Stefflon Don]
Why everyone in was in [?]
Reposition tit, when it hit the clip, dip, dip
Pussy drippin’ like a broken tap stroke in from the back
Bullseye, on my fat back make it clap clap
Belly fat, uh, stretchmarks on Adidas
Pull in on, on that weight, we don’t reclips money come off
Came [?] baby boy just cool off
But my nails did dope about a gel tape glow
Is she leavin’ why she leavin’ with no funds (that’s dumb)
If he playin’ rock the boy and show it strugs (hold on)
Don’t forget to find a bitch and bangarap
Until the bitch is fucking lit so she’s on level up

[Verse: Fekky]
[?]