Doja Cat – NINTENDHOE Lyrics

[Hook]
Can I get a hell yeah?
(Fight!)
Can I get a hell yeah, yeah, yeah?
(Nigga)
Can I get a hell yeah, yeah, yeah?
Can I get a hell yeah, yeah, yeaaaah?

Can I get a hell… yeah?
(Fight!)
Can I get a hell… yeah?
(Nigga)
Can I get a hell yeah?
(yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah…)
Can I get a hell yeah?
(yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah…)

[Verse 1]
Bitch wanna roast me
Cuz I got a xbox one
I don’t even have no games
All I play is gta
My nigga got Franklin dick
Livin in a franklin crib
I’ma get frank lil bitch
Why you on my frank like this
Bitch I’m annual flossing
VVS
Yeah I play animal crossing
Gamecube, 3DS
I ain’t ever been poor
Used to play sims 4
Put a lil wall round niggas
Take the door off trap em in the swimmin pool

I don’t play fortnite fuck that
Chun li when I street Fight
Bust back
You ain’t got combos whats that
Rock bitches on mortal kombat
It’s tricky to rock a rhyme
Merk bitches on ssx
Leave bitches all bald like Seeiah
Mic check em like test test test
I remember my downward spiral
Back when I was playin Spyro
When I never went out n lied low
Way before my lil ass went viral

Super smash bros
You so ass though
Prolly pick Kirby
So you don’t get smashed on!

[Pre-Hook]
Shake that ass hoe (4x)
Can I get a hell yeah?

[Hook 2]
Can I get a hell yeah?
(Fight!)
Can I get a hell yeah, yeaaaah?
(Nigga)
Can I get a hell yeaaaah?
Can, can, can, can, can, can, can….
(Can I, can I, can I, can I, can I, can I, can I…)

Can I get a hell yeah?
(Fight!)
Can I get a hell… yeah?
(Nigga)
Can I get a hell… yeah?
Can I get a hell… yeah?
(Yeah, yeah)

[Verse 1]
Master of my craft never played minecraft
Look how my mind crafts things
Be on my halo tings
Look at my sonic rings
Ahooga don’t push me
I hadouken
Hear the “toasty”?
Donkey kong when he drum on that pussy
I don’t play but I sure ain’t no rookie
Steal a nigga like a bandit, boo
Then spend every penny of his bands and loot
Now she think that I’m the devil like a bandicoot
Wawawawawawa what u wanna do?

Yo, Can I get it, get it yah

[Hook 3]
Can I get a hell yeah?
(Oh yeahhh!)
Can I get a hell yeah, yeah, yeah?
(Ho yeahhh!)
Can I get a hell yeah, yeah, yeah?
(Ho yeahhh)
…*mumbling* hell yeah, yeah
(Ho yeah)

Can I get a hell… yeah?
(Yah, yah!)
Can I get a hell yeah, yeah, yeah?
(Yeah yeahhh!)
Can I get a hell… yeah?
(Ha, oh yeahhh)
Can I get a hell… yeah?
(Yeah, yeah, yeah) Ráh

Roy Woods – Russian Cream Lyrics

[Intro]
A man like PJ
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
Too much muhfuckin’ goin’ on
The warm up

[Verse 1]
I don’t need a bitch, all I see while makin’ dolla signs
Rollie on my wrist but I never check it for the time
Said she heard the kid through the boy in the summertime
Said she love my songs that I got with Ty Dolla Sign
When I’m in LA I’m fuckin’ shorties from Corona
Look me in my eyes say you love me but you love to lie
I can make a hit on four beach cali time
Niggas copy sauce, claim it’s theirs, happens all the time
I be switchin’ up on these niggas, like my bitch does
18 karat, VVS is on your S1s
I don’t put no thought into a thot, that’s a waste of time
Flying bitches out of the city, come and shoot to mine

[Chorus]
Bought my bitch a new Gucci bag, yeah, yeah (Gucci, Gucci)
Only fuck with bitches gettin’ bags, yeah, yeah
Russian creamy gyal, creamy gyal, yeah, yeah
Shorty scared of the wasteman, yeah, yeah

Bought my bitch a new Gucci bag, yeah, yeah (Gucci, Gucci)
Only fuck with bitches gettin’ bags, yeah, yeah
Russian creamy gyal, creamy gyal, yeah, yeah
Shorty scared of the wasteman, yeah, yeah

[Verse 2]
Yeah, yeah
You don’t know your bitches but I know ’em (I don’t mind, yeah)
Shorty finna hit me on my trap (on my trap, trap, trap, trap)
She gon’ give me top playin’ Fortnite (give me top, woah)
Shorty wanna fuck I need more time, yeah
Gettin’ the bands, gettin’ the digits
Bitch [?]
Gucci my linen (yeah that’s good right there)
Will Smith, I’m a legend
R&B John Lennon
Rap and I sing to women
Bought my whip with the key, flyin’ when you finish
Pussy with the Hennessy for the real niggas
Smokin’ blunt, sip the Henny with some real niggas

[Chorus]
Bought my bitch a new Gucci bag, yeah, yeah (Gucci, Gucci)
Only fuck with bitches gettin’ bags, yeah, yeah
Russian creamy gyal, creamy gyal, yeah, yeah
Shorty scared of the wasteman, yeah, yeah

Bought my bitch a new Gucci bag, yeah, yeah (Gucci, Gucci)
Only fuck with bitches gettin’ bags, yeah, yeah
Russian creamy gyal, creamy gyal, yeah, yeah
Shorty scared of the wasteman, yeah, yeah