Young Thug – Real in My Veins Lyrics

[Intro]
Tell that pussy nigga take a look at what they done created
Mario

[Chorus]
I got real runnin’ through my veins
I put VVS’s in my chains
Remain the same, don’t change up, no mane
Most these niggas change up for change
I’m just sayin’ tell them pussy niggas take a look at what they created
Tell the whole circle look at what they done created
Tell the cops they gon’ start chaos if they raid it
Commanding war, made somebody bleed
Now I ain’t worry ’bout you, gettin’ past these fuckin’ bouncers
Tell the critics that they talkin’ ’bout the fuckin’ founder
Tell Scott I’m on the way, I’m gettin’ fuckin’ faded
Call your momma Thugger, tell her that you fuckin’ made it

[Verse 1]
Came from the ground to the top, uh
I’m ’bout to rob you some rocks, uh
I’m bout to set up a shop, uh
I’m bout to buy back the block, uh
I got respect for the ‘Wop, uh
First nigga gave me a knot, uh
I put some keys in the pot, uh
She got Versace on her crotch, uh
It’s purple, but this is not Watson, uh
I make that bitch squirt, it’s a thot, uh
I turn a lil bitch to a lot, uh
My watch on the floor, need a mop, uh
Rob Jack if he come out the box, uh
I got a tail on, it’s a fox, uh
I’m banging that fire, fox, uh
My bitch get wild, uh
Bloody cross on like a pastor
Cooking fish scale with no batter-er-er-er
Chains on me like Jerry Springer beezy
I repent for my sins everyday

[Chorus]
I got real runnin’ through my veins
I put VVS’s in my chain’s
Remain the same and change up, no mane
Most these niggas change up for change

[Verse 2]
You keep playin’ and you get knocked off
I hate to say it but I’m ready for the pop off
Got lil’ mama outta drum talkin’ top throat
She said she ready, let’s get it I got combos
I’m talkin’ junk food, eat me up like mumbos
Beat it up, got me hoppin’ off the top rope
Beat it up, got me slidin’ off the sliding board
Leave it stuck, man lil shawty ain’t cleaned out tho’
I got my money up and I heard that you want some
Nigga moon walkin’, Michael Jackson moves
I got latitude, I got gratitude
And if you look up at the moon, you’ll see my attitude

[Chorus]
I got real runnin’ through my veins
I put VVS’s in my chain’s
Remain the same and change up, no mane
Most these niggas change up for change
I’m just sayin’ tell them pussy niggas take a look at what they done creating
Tell the whole circle look at what they done created
Tell the cops they gon’ start chaos if they raid it
Commandin’ war, made somebody bleed
Now I ain’t worry ’bout you gettin’ past these fuckin’ bouncers
Tell the critics that they talkin’ ’bout the fuckin’ founder
Tell Scott I’m on the way, I’m gettin’ fuckin’ faded
Call your momma Thugger, tell her that you fuckin’ made it

Young Thug – Oh Yeah Lyrics

[Intro: Young Thug]
All I said is for you to keep it real, each and every day
Aww, darling, yeah

[Chorus: Young Thug]
Plain Jane AP with a Cuban link to match it
Diamonds on me dancin’, got me lookin’ like Michael Jackson
I don’t want you dead, that’s that Fed talk
Most these niggas polices like Matlock
Armani the jeans, Gucci shirt on, color my spleen
I can’t get enough of codeine
If you make me stop, you know you’ll owe me
Good pussy, good money, good genes
I just wanna show you love
I’m the one that got you Frank Chesters
I don’t want the time to be up, yeah
I don’t wanna find new love
Like a G4, like a G5, you get fly-y-y
You a real one, such a real one, oh my, my, my
Never stop, it’s always go
Send me nudes when I’m on the road
Send me nudes when I’m on the road, baby
Watch ’em before and after the show baby
Your body shaped just like a Coke, baby
But you already know
K Bangerz

[Refrain: Young Thug & Hi Doraah]
Yeah, oh yeah (yeah)
Oh yeah (yeah)
Yea-ea-ea-eah
Yea-ea-ea-eah

[Verse: Hi Doraah]
I just went and bossed you up and your whole damn team (team)
Put you in designer, Christian Dior and McQueen (Queen)
Selfish ’cause I want you to hold it down with me (me)
Hold me down ’til the very end, a unity
How you feelin’? Know you got a lucky one like me (me)
Take you from that dirty, made you who wanna be (yeah)
Survival of the fittest, had no choice, become a G (G)
It’s good to know that you can make it up up out them streets
You a star babe

[Chorus: Young Thug]
Plain Jane AP with a Cuban link to match it
Diamonds on me dancin’, got me lookin’ like Michael Jackson
I don’t want you dead, that’s that Fed talk
Most these niggas polices like Matlock
Armani the jeans, Gucci shirt on, color my spleen
I can’t get enough of codeine
If you make me stop, you know you’ll owe me
Good pussy, good money, good genes
I just wanna show you love
I’m the one that got you Frank Chesters
I don’t want the time to be up, yeah
I don’t wanna find new love
Like a G4, like a G5, you get fly-y-y
You a real one, such a real one, oh my, my, my
Never stop, it’s always go
Send me nudes when I’m on the road
Send me nudes when I’m on the road, baby
Watch ’em before and after the show baby
Your body shaped just like a Coke, baby
But you already know

[Refrain: Young Thug & Hi Doraah]
Yeah, oh yeah (yeah)
Oh yeah (yeah)
Yea-ea-ea-eah
Yea-ea-ea-eah
K Bangerz

Andy Mineo – Coquito Lyrics

[Verse 1: Foggieraw & Andy Mineo]
Light-skinned friend she look like Michael Jackson
Got a dark-skinned friend she lo-look like Tito (Tito)
Pull up to that rim, I can’t miss like D-Rose (D-Rose)
Baby my coquito, you know she from Puerto Rico (aye, yah)
Lie like James Bond in my black tuxedo (hmm)
Southside coolant, I been incognito
Yeah, always spend a brick, baby I’m no cheapo
Shoutout Uncle Billy, he just beat the chemo! (aye)
Pretty Spanish mommy, and she call me chico (hmmm)
She said, “Como estas?” I said, “Me no speako”
Fake it ’till you make it, I call that placebo (got ’em)
Father, Son and Spirit, that’s the three amigo (aye)
Woke up in the morning, I just did my devo (my devo)
That’s the way I doo-doo on my ego (on my ego)
I think I just might of disappointed Creamo (dang)
That’s okay, we just did this for the people (uhh)

[Chorus: Andy Mineo]
Feelin’ sorry for yourself like (boo-hoo) poor me (woah)
Pour me, pour me a glass of coquito, coquito, coquito, yeah
Lost in the sauce
She went M-I, M-I, M-I, M-I-A
She went M-I, M-I, M-I, M-I-A, aye
She went M-I, M-I, M-I, M-I-A
Down in M-I, M-I, M-I-A-M-I, yeah

[Verse 2: Foggieraw & MannyWellz]
Light-skinned friend she look like Michael Jackson
Got a dark-skinned friend shh like Tito (Tito)
Lightskin shorty, I won’t trade her for noone, noone, nah, nah, nah
Gotta dark-skinned friend, she look like Kelly Rowland
Gotta dark-skinned shorty, I can’t trade her for noone
[?], I’ll get you a couple
I need that black skin, babe like coquito

[Verse 3: Andy Mineo & MannyWellz]
I know a caramel queen, she look like Bruno Mars
All them jokers want her heart, but she don’t play them cards, no
Lightskin shorty, I won’t trade her for noone (yeah yeah, yeah yeah)
I gotta lightskinned shorty, she look like Pocahontas
And she always set it off, that’s why I think she the bombest, yeah yeah
Lightskin shorty, I won’t trade her for noone
(scatting), woah woah woah woah
(scatting), woah woah woah woah
(scatting), woah woah woah woah
Woah woah, (scatting)

[Chorus: Andy Mineo]
Feelin’ sorry for yourself like poor me
Pour me, pour me a glass of coquito, coquito, coquito, yeah
Don’t get lost in the sauce
She went M-I, M-I, M-I, M-I-A
M-I, M-I, M-I, M-I-A, aye yeah
M-I, M-I, M-I, M-I-A
She went M-I, M-I, M-I, M-I-A, yeah

Yung Bans – Wish I Had Lyrics

[Chorus]
Yeah
Thought about it before I did it, I really wish I had
I really wish I had
I really wish I had
I really wish I weren’t so sad
Michael Jackson’s bad
Rob him wit’ no mask, yeah
Cut his throat with glass, yeah
Stuck in my ways, in way too deep
It took a lot of pain and heartbreak just for me to see
I’m sorry mama, I’m cleanin’ my closet, I’ma be gone this week
I’m sorry mama, I’m cleanin’ my closet, I’ma be gone this week

[Verse 1]
Niggas rap ’bout it, but they don’t even know the half
They don’t even know the half
They don’t even know the half
You was never in them trenches with me gettin’ that fast cash
Gettin’ that fast cash
Gettin’ that fast cash (yeah)
Fuck Hollywood, bitch I’m in the hood forever, hmm
Mama say I’m foolish, mama know she taught me better, ay
Streets made me numb, save your tears, please don’t shed ’em, ay
Nina on my hip, get it poppin’ like a kettle
Free my daddy, free my brother, free my other brothers too
This for all my young niggas who been really goin’ through it
I was locked up, 5 months, and nobody ride but you
Mama, (?), no this ain’t the truth

[Chorus]
Yeah
Thought about it before I did it, I really wish I had
I really wish I had
I really wish I had
I really wish I weren’t so sad
Michael Jackson’s bad
Rob him wit’ no mask, yeah
Cut his throat with glass, yeah
Stuck in my ways, in way too deep
It took a lot of pain and heartbreak just for me to see
I’m sorry mama, I’m cleanin’ my closet, I’ma be gone this week
I’m sorry mama, I’m cleanin’ my closet, I’ma be gone this week

[Verse 2]
I know (?) my daddy, he show no support
He took his own course, now he up the road, north
He ain’t even show up to court
But I’m a bigger sport
Still love that little bitty whore
I’m still your second little boy
I mean no disrespect, but mama, this is how I feel
Why you out here lookin’ for love, I heard that love kills
I got so much money, I’ll make a change in your life for real
Be your knight in shining armour like I’m made of steel
I feel like Jodye (?) baby boy
Tell me grow up, can’t play with toys, yeah
I got a little son, had to make a choice, yeah
Should I use my head, should I use my voice, yeah
And you was the first one to tell me
You gon’ die, go to jail, playin’ in these streets
Had to see it for myself ’cause I ain’t believe
I’ve been goin’ through the system since I was 15

[Chorus]
Yeah
Thought about it before I did it, I really wish I had
I really wish I had
I really wish I had
I really wish I weren’t so sad
Michael Jackson’s bad
Rob him wit’ no mask, yeah
Cut his throat with glass, yeah
Stuck in my ways, in way too deep
It took a lot of pain and heartbreak just for me to see
I’m sorry mama, I’m cleanin’ my closet, I’ma be gone this week
I’m sorry mama, I’m cleanin’ my closet, I’ma be gone this week

Vic Mensa – Reverse lyrics

[Verse 1: Vic Mensa]
See this when I’m sleepin’
You can work my [?]
And my nina, she’s a diva
Purrin’ like we’ll feed her
Pipe her [?]
Chili on the chain, seats exceeded
Shawty wanna race like a beatle liter
Push T’s like a [?]
Like three stripes and a slash, I’m undefeated
Red ons, tip-toin’
Push button, kill John
Road too, felt cool in an old school, Vince Vaughn
Vroom vroom, nitro with the turbo
Pour that Ace of Spades up, we don’t sweat no [?]
Got the [?] off of the top my shell, I’m a turtle
Shawty tryna find it, throw it in reverse though

[Chorus: Vic Mensa]
Aston Martin, push-button motor
Migos on the ice, anti-sauna
Go, oh, oh
Floss, floss, let me see how you work
You boys smokin’ dirt, we smokin’ Larry Bird
Straitjacket, go berzerk
Don’t get hurt, let me try to throw it in reverse
Don’t get hurt, let me try to throw it in reverse
Don’t get hurt, let me try to throw it in reverse

[Verse 2: G-Eazy]
Yeah, bend that ass over, throw it backwards
Moonwalkin’ to the n*gger like I’m Michael Jackson
Make a film with your bitch, turn into an actor
Shimmy out and then she ate a pill after
I get clothes from Vaccarello
I get [?] from [?]
I get packages from Paris, drop that Fed-Ex on my name
I get runway, off the runway, to the runway on the plane
Told you we are not the same, see that Spider switchin’ lanes
Give it some gas, look at the dash
What’s is he doin’? He goin’ fast
Look at the whip, look at him smash
Look at him skrt, look at the cash
It’s a bird, it’s a plane, it’s a man that’s gone insane
He’s in stage in a straight jacket, this is not a game
Yeah, lit like a candle, I been too much to handle
This velvet jacket’s fragile
‘Kay, be careful when you handle, please
Yeah, your hands look kind of dusty
Please be careful how you touch me
In Paris, out the country, ayy

[Chorus: Vic Mensa]
Aston Martin, push-button motor
Migos on the ice, anti-sauna
Go, oh, oh
Floss, floss, let me see how you work
You boys smokin’ dirt, we smokin’ Larry Bird
Straitjacket, go berzerk
Don’t get hurt, let me try to throw it in reverse
Don’t get hurt, let me try to throw it in reverse
Don’t get hurt, let me try to throw it in reverse