Month: September 2019

Young M.A – No Love Lyrics

Is it because the money bustin’ out the seams? Come on, man
Fuck the streets, man
The streets don’t love us
[Verse 1]
Man, we livin’ to die
For my fam, man, I’m willin’ to die
That image of my brother layin’ dead is still in my mind
You can see the pain still in my eyes
That smile you see me with, man, that shit a disguise
I ain’t happy, nigga (Happy)
Ain’t shit sweet (No)
Seein’ a young black man goin’ six feet (Damn)
Oh, you tough nigga (Oh, you tough)
But you ten deep
I got two lions with me, you got ten sheep (Pussy)
Street math, Blood (Huh?)
Ain’t no time for no beef, I’m chasin’ the bag, Blood (Huh?)
I left my opps in the past, Blood
Ain’t no bad blood (Nah)
I got three eyes open, one in the back, Blood (Huh?)
Just in case these niggas get out of character (Grr)
I’m runnin’ from police, hoppin’ the banister (We out)
I’m takin’ risks for my mother, just to take care of her (I love you, ma)
And you can call me a dyke, but niggas was scared of her (They was scared)
I swear my heart colder than winter in Canada (Huh?)
That’s why I carried the heater
Used to drink the Hennessy by the liter
I used to be at Blu crib, weighin’ and baggin’ the weed up (Fact)
Stuff the pack in the box and brief a little bit in my sneaker
Posted up in the VC, and the D’s try and creep up
Just to harass us, just to be dickheaded bastards
Searchin’ the car, tryna trap us
But can’t prove that we trappers (No)
Never went to church, ’cause I believe in God, not a pastor
Yeah, the Devil work, but God work faster
I seen my brother go from human to Casper
From a bed to a casket
Tryna move on, but it’s like my life goin’ backwards
Life a bitch, man, I swear every nigga done smashed her
Sometimes I hate that bitch with a passion
I believe in real life
Y’all niggas believe what y’all read in the caption
We ain’t tweetin’, I ain’t preachin’
Man, we really in action
Nothin’ change, still quick to crack the egg in ya basket, motherfucker
[Chorus]
Ain’t no love in the streets
Fuck you, if you ain’t fuckin’ with me
All that love that you showin’, that mean nothin’ to me
I don’t trust niggas, niggas be plottin’ and schemin’
Really tryna rock you to sleepin’
Like why they hate a nigga for no reason? I swear there’s no love in these streets
Ain’t no love in these— Play this song
[Intro]
You’ve always been a good child
Come on, let’s talk
No, mommy
I wasn’t always a good child, mommy
Y’all niggas think I ain’t come from the bottom, man
Oh, y’all think I ain’t still speakin’ that street shit? I swear there’s no love in these streets
Ain’t no love in these— (Uh)
[Verse 2]
I couldn’t thank my mama enough (Thank you)
She the reason I don’t give up
She the reason I’m tough (I love you, ma)
She the reason if a bitch leave me, I don’t give a fuck (No)
‘Cause a bitch is just a bitch and a nut is a nut
These hoes choosin’ (Huh?)
This world is full of fake and confusion (Facts)
I’m just married to the money and committed to music (Facts)
Real niggas still exist, I’m one of the few who can prove it (Facts)
Loyalty nowadays is just a painted illusion
Crazy, you can have heat with the same nigga you cool with (Uh)
End up shootin’ the same nigga you shoot with (Grrr)
Moral of the story, man, watch who you move with
‘Cause that jealousy ain’t nothin’ to fool with (Uh, uh)
Man, they left my brother dead on that pavement (On that pavement)
The same niggas he would hang with and bang with (What the fuck?)
And we claimin’ this gang shit (What?)
That’s why I keep the Glock when I’m sleepin’
‘Cause I don’t even trust the niggas I eat with
[Chorus]
Ain’t no love in the streets
Fuck you if you ain’t fuckin’ with me
All that love that you showin’, that mean nothin’ to me
I don’t trust niggas, niggas be plottin’ and schemin’
Really tryna rock you to sleepin’
Like why they hate a nigga for no reason? Why they hate a nigga for no reason? Why they hate a nigga for no reason? Is it because the money bustin’ out the seams?

Categories: Music

Young M.A – Kold World (2019) Lyrics

Play this song
[Intro]
Zaytoven
Ayy, man
Ayy, you gotta be careful who you play with
Everybody ain’t playin’, man
[Chorus]
Loyalty ain’t nothin’ but a word, that’s my word
Niggas actin’ like they in your lane, then they swerve (Skrrt)
You can’t sit with us no more, this table is reserved (Yeah)
For niggas who deserve to eat and they gon’ eat for certain
Niggas ain’t gon’ leech off me, mm-mm, no, that’s for sure
It’s a cold world, brr-brr, buy a fur
I ain’t never stressed to be up next, I wait my turn
And I learned to stack up every dollar that I earned
[Verse 1]
Used to cop that weight, we would call it lil’ saint
You got money, you got served, that’s 450 for a plate
Must have really liked that bitch, spent 1200 on a date
For potato and a steak and she barely even ate (Damn)
Ayy, lil’ bih (Ayy), ayy, lil’ bih (Ayy), ayy, lil’ bih
You give me some coochie, I might pay your rent (Ooh)
Uh, throw you out the condo if you throw a fit (Get out there)
They tried to hold me back but they can’t hold this dick
I remember when my pockets only had a 20 and a five
I would go and buy some pizza and some fries
Metrocard for the week, caught the train, ain’t had no ride
Debit card ran out of money, when I swiped, it said, “Declined”
Keepin’ it a hundred, you know, like two 50s combined
On Craigslist, like, every day, if they hired, I applied
I ain’t got to lie, Craig, I ain’t got to lie
And I wouldn’t change a thing because today I’m doin’ fine
Lost some friends along the way and found some foes (Found some foes)
They wasn’t who they said they were, no, them was clones (Them was clones)
Used to have a heart that beat, now it’s a stone (It’s a stone)
The more money, the more problems, that’s the goal (That’s the goal)
[Chorus]
Loyalty ain’t nothin’ but a word, that’s my word
Niggas actin’ like they in your lane, then they swerve (Skrrt)
You can’t sit with us no more, this table is reserved
For niggas who deserve to eat and they gon’ eat for certain
Niggas ain’t gon’ leech off me, mm-mm, no, that’s for sure
It’s a cold world, brr-brr, buy a fur
I ain’t never stressed to be up next, I wait my turn
And I learned to stack up every dollar that I earned
[Verse 2]
Mama used to tell me, “Don’t be scared of shit” (I ain’t scared of shit)
My pop’ll pull up on your block and clear that shit (Grr)
Didn’t grow up on some sharin’, carin’ shit (Wasn’t no sharin’ shit)
Mama bought them gifts, none of that Santa shit (Not that Santa shit)
Cops and robbers, nigga knockin’, blamma shit (Ooh)
And as a teen, I wasn’t given nothin’, wasn’t handed shit (No)
Candy in a sandwich bag, sold that bitch for five
Yeah, I went to class but I would hustle on the side
My grades wasn’t bad, they wasn’t good, they was aight
Report card’s in the mail, if it was bad, then I would sign
Mama didn’t work a nine-to-five, no, mama worked from nine-to-nine
So I don’t think she mind, nah, nah (Love you mom)
[Chorus]
Loyalty ain’t nothin’ but a word, that’s my word
Niggas actin’ like they in your lane, then they swerve (Skrrt)
You can’t sit with us no more, this table is reserved
For niggas who deserve to eat and they gon’ eat for certain (Gang, gang)
Niggas ain’t gon’ leech off me, mm-mm, no, that’s for sure
It’s a cold world, brr-brr, buy a fur
I ain’t never stressed to be up next, I wait my turn
And I learned to stack up every dollar that I earned (Gang, gang)
[Outro]
Ayy, ayy
It’s a cold world, brr-brr, buy a fur
Ayy, ayy, uh
It’s a cold world, brr-brr, buy a fur
Ayy, ayy, ayy
It’s a cold world, brr-brr, buy a fur
I don’t even wanna hit it
It’s a cold world, brr-brr, buy a fur

Categories: Music

DaBaby – VIBEZ Lyrics

Ah, nah)
You know it’s Baby, nigga, hahaha
Hah
(Oh Lord, Jetson made another one), ha
[Chorus]
She wanna fuck with me, but I don’t got the time (Mmh, mmh)
I just hopped off a private plane and went and hopped on 85 (Yeah)
Go call my chauffeur, bitch, ’cause I don’t like to drive
We in Suburbans back to back and we gon’ fill ’em up with vibes (Let’s go)
[Verse 1]
Fill ’em with vibes (Yeah), get in and ride (Yeah, yeah)
And no, a nigga not blind (Uh-uh)
But I keep the stick and I’m firin’ (Bitch)
I ain’t met a nigga in life
That’s fuckin’ with me, say he did, then he lyin’ (Mmh, mmh)
Got so many vibes stuffed in the car
We can fuck them hoes six at a time (No cap)
I make them hoes say, “That nigga so fine” (Ooh)
“Girl, he got the dick you can feel in your spine” (Yeah)
Yeah, that what they say about Baby
You know that them bitches don’t play about Baby
Baby should go run for president
Look what God did, took his time with me (Yeah, yeah)
Got a red and white ho like a peppermint (Ooh)
Book the hotel, take the vibes in
She gon’ fuck me and fuck on my brethren (Uh)
My brother ‘nem, havin’ three hoes in the king size
I ain’t finished yet (Mmh), get another bitch (Mmh)
Got her ridin’ dick and screamin’, “Yeehaw” (Mmh, mmh, mmh, mmh)
Make me proud, girl, you a cowgirl (Huh?)
Did a handstand, I’m like, “Wow, girl” (Okay, okay)
Got me fuckin’ her upside-down (Ooh, mmh), baow, baow
Yeah, we goin’ dumb, say she wanna cum (Mmh)
I’m lookin’ like, “When?” She lookin’ like, “Now”
Some more came in, say they want it too
I tagged in my brother, bitch, I’m out (Bye), I know
[Chorus]
She wanna fuck with me, but I don’t got the time (Mmh, mmh, yeah)
I just hopped off a private plane and went and hopped on 85 (Yeah)
Go call my chauffeur, bitch, ’cause I don’t like to drive
We in Suburbans back to back and we gon’ fill ’em up with vibes (Let’s go)
She wanna fuck on me, but I don’t got the time (Mmh, mmh)
I just hopped off a private plane and went and hopped on 85 (Yeah)
Go call my chauffeur, bitch, ’cause I don’t like to drive
We in Suburbans back to back and we gon’ fill ’em up with vibes (Look)
[Verse 2]
Let’s get on a jet (Yeah), come give me some neck (Yeah, yeah)
She ain’t pickin’ up (Huh?), and her nigga just called, she gon’ send him a text
I don’t need no doc’, bitch, you know I’m a dog, better send me the vet
Ever made you a million? Play this song
[Intro]
Let’s go (Yeah, yeah, Neeko, you made that motherfuckin’ beat? I tell ’em, “Riddle me that,” ain’t offended me yet
My bitch drink Bacardi, I’m in this bitch feelin’ like ‘Set (Okurr), quarter mil’ on my neck
One-point-two on the crib, four hundred thou’ on the whip, dickin’ down your lil’ bitch
I’m ’bout to go buy me a coupe (Zoom)
Pull up, make the doors raise the roof (Yeah)
Louis V army fatigue (Yes, sir)
Hop out with a pole like a troop (Yeah, get in there)
Baby Ray Allen from three (Swish)
You leave me open, I shoot (Baow, baow)
We like Martin and Pam at the hotel (Uh)
We kickin’ hoes out, get the boot (Mmh)
These hoes catchin’ bodies, they ’bout it (Yeah)
We having new vibes in the lobby (New vibes)
That’s wherever we go, ain’t no problem (No problem)
I just told a bitch no, she was childish (Bye)
Pulled up like
[Chorus]
She wanna fuck with me, but I don’t got the time (Mmh, mmh)
I just hopped off a private plane and went and hopped on 85 (Yeah)
Go call my chauffeur, bitch, ’cause I don’t like to drive
We in Suburbans back to back and we gon’ fill ’em up with vibes

Categories: Music

Young M.A – The Lyfestyle Lyrics

Play this song
[Intro]
Woo
Woo
Ayo man, I feel like I’ve been humble too long, man
I’m too humble, man (Woo)
Fuck all that humble shit, uh
[Chorus]
Uh, fuck bein’ humble
Put your money where your mouth is
Matter fact, make it double
Blue strips by the bundle
Foreign cars in the huddle (Skrrt)
Baby, I just wanna fuck you
Grabbin’ on your bubble, pullin’ on your frontal
Then it’s back to the hustle (Huh?)
Fuck bein’ humble
Blue strips by the bundle
Pinky ring out the puddle (Woo)
Hot sauce on the Ruffles (Woo)
Gang gang out the jungle (Gang)
.30 Glock, we a couple (Brr)
More money, more trouble, cake on funnel, vision on tunnel (Woo)
[Verse 1]
Gotta get it by any means
Billy Hope, but got plenty dreams
Turtle to a rabbit (Huh?)
Even when I walk, still in the lead
You lil’ niggas better take it ease (Huh?)
Treatin’ life like Baby Boy
Give her head, then I take the keys (Woo)
Bend the block like she bend her knees (Skrrt)
My presence speak for me, I don’t even gotta say a word (Shh)
My hitta sweep for me, all I gotta do is say the word (Grr)
Used to hustle out the Chevy Cruise, couldn’t play the curb (Skrrt)
The game will teach you a lot, but you gotta play to learn (Facts)
Paper cuts when I count it up (Huh?)
Skyscrapers when I pile it up (Huh?)
Double cup when I brown it up (Huh?)
I’m a queen, nigga, crown me up (Huh?)
I’m a queen, nigga, crown me up (Huh?)
I’m a queen, nigga, crown me up (Huh?)
I’m a queen, nigga, crown me up
[Chorus]
Fuck bein’ humble
Put your money where your mouth is
Matter fact, make it double
Blue strips by the bundle
Foreign cars in the huddle (Skrrt)
Baby, I just wanna fuck you
Grabbin’ on your bubble, pullin’ on your frontal
Then it’s back to the hustle (Huh?)
Fuck bein’ humble
Blue strips by the bundle
Pinky ring out the puddle (Woo)
Hot sauce on the Ruffles (Woo)
Gang gang out the jungle (Gang)
.30 Glock, we a couple (Grr)
More money, more trouble, cake on funnel, vision on tunnel (Woo)
[Verse 2]
I’m motivation for my people (Yes)
Yeah we different, but we equal (Yes)
Eye to eye with the real (Huh?)
The fake niggas I can see through (Huh?)
I hate payin’ bills
Yeah I’m rich, but I’m cheap, too (Uh)
Food stamps out the Key Food (Yeah)
Oh well, man, that’s free food
[Bridge]
Yeah
I can’t change
I can’t change my ways
That’s my wristlet, and yes I’m rich, bitch
And that’s word to Rick James (I’m rich, bitch)
I stay in my lane (Skrrt)
I drink away my pain (Yes)
Matter of fact, pass me that bottle
I need to pour up
[Chorus]
Fuck bein’ humble
Put your money where your mouth is
Matter fact, make it double
Blue strips by the bundle
Foreign cars in the huddle (Skrrt)
Baby, I just wanna fuck you
Grabbin’ on your bubble, pullin’ on your frontal
Then it’s back to the hustle (Huh?)
Fuck bein’ humble
Blue strips by the bundle
Pinky ring out the puddle (Woo)
Hot sauce on the Ruffles (Woo)
Gang gang out the jungle (Gang)
.30 Glock, we a couple (Grr)
More money, more trouble, cake on funnel, vision on tunnel (Woo)

Categories: Music

Keane – Stupid Things (Sea Fog Acoustic Session) Lyrics

Play this song
[Verse 1]
Friend
I’ve done something stupid again
It’s not that I don’t love you, I do
It’s just I’m in this black hole, so blue
I’ve done something stupid again
[Chorus]
And now it’s little lies and alibis
And the second phone, can’t make it home
I’m working late, you know I hate
To miss the kids’ bedtime again
I drank too much, a working lunch
I’ll crash in town, so don’t wait up
If I don’t text, my phone’s just dead
I’ve got that thing, I’m sure I said
And I know that you know and we both just play along
Just one more stupid thing that I have done
[Verse 2]
It starts
Got money in your pocket at last
It makes you think you’re more than you are
You’re just another sucker for the dream
No more or less than you have ever been
[Chorus]
But now it’s little lies and alibis
And the second phone, can’t make it home
I’m working late, you know I hate
To miss the kids’ bedtime again
I drank too much, a working lunch
I’ll crash in town, so don’t wait up
If I don’t text, my phone’s just dead
I’ve got that thing, I’m sure I said
And you look like a joke and we both just play along
Just one more stupid thing that I have done
[Bridge]
It’s not that I don’t love you
Just one more stupid thing that I have done
(And the second phone) (Drank too much)
And I’ve done something stupid (A working lunch)
[Chorus]
And now it’s little lies and alibis
And the second phone, can’t make it home
I’m working late, you know I hate
To miss the kids’ bedtime again
I drank too much, a working lunch
I’ll crash in town, so don’t wait up
If I don’t text, my phone’s just dead
I’ve got that thing, I’m sure I said
[Outro]
And you feel like a fool
And we both just play along
And you feel like a fool
And we both just play along
And you feel like a fool
And we both just play along
Just one more stupid thing that I have done

Categories: Music

PnB Rock – Fendi Lyrics

Play this song
[Intro: Nicki Minaj & PnB Rock]
Murda! Yo! Yo, this is actually, I swear, like, this is really my favorite song
PnB
M-M-M-Murda! Yeah, yeah, yeah
[Chorus: PnB Rock]
Shawty got swag, she rocking Fendi, it’s all on her boots (All on her boots)
She wanna ride, just like my coupe (Just like my coupe)
She wanna get high, straight to the moon (Straight to the moon)
She wanna get fly, just like a broom (Just like a broom)
Pussy sweet like it’s Simply
Ride that dick like a 10-speed
All these bitches gon’ envy
I let you push the Bentley
Just so you could fly
Whoa, oh-oh-oh-oh
She want drip like mine
Whoa, oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
[Verse 1: PnB Rock]
Yeah, yeah
New Fendi, I like it, it’s drippin’ the body and fuckin’ it good from the side
You say that she love me, I tell that you cappin’, lil’ bitch, and you ain’t gotta lie
I see it all in your eyes
You tryna go public, I already know
I’m already cuffin’, I got me a ho
If she find out right now then she killin’ us both
Whoa, whoa, oh-oh-oh-oh
You should know
Whoa, oh-oh-oh-oh
I could put you on drip, introduce you to fashion
Mix you with bougie, a little classy and ratchet
Put you in Louis, it’s everlasting
My pockets too deep, paper with plastic
Whoa, oh-oh-oh-oh
Never seen drip like this, bet you ain’t know I was rich like this
Bet you ain’t know it could get like this
[Chorus: PnB Rock]
Shawty got swag, she rocking Fendi, it’s all on her boots (All on her boots)
She wanna ride, just like my coupe (Just like my coupe)
She wanna get high, straight to the moon (Straight to the moon)
She wanna get fly, just like a broom (Just like a broom)
Pussy sweet like it’s Simply
Ride that dick like a 10-speed
All these bitches gon’ envy
I let you push the Bentley
Just so you could fly
Whoa, oh-oh-oh-oh
She want drip like mine
Whoa, oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
[Verse 2: Nicki Minaj]
Uh! It’s Fendi, it’s poppin’, and we on and poppin’, you bitches is blockin’ the view
My hitters is knockin’, that 40 is cockin’, I see that you jackin’ the crew
He already know what to do
He already bought me the shoe
I tell him, “Yo, get me the bag,” and I tell him to make sure that shit is a new
Shorty got nothin’ to worry ’bout with these dudes
He really ride, he really shoots
He gonna pick me up stuntin’ in the coupe
He ain’t a lie, he the truth
Oh, he reppin’ this MB
Well, we killin’ the memory
I don’t even look sexy
But he still tryna sex me
Ain’t gotta get all done up for my dude
My attitude
Is the baddest thing that’s on me, boo
So you do you
So tell them dirty bitches I’m the queen sleeze
When he put it in me I go “squeeze, squeeze”
[Chorus: PnB Rock]
Shawty got swag, she rocking Fendi, it’s all on her boots (All on her boots)
She wanna ride, just like my coupe (Just like my coupe)
She wanna get high, straight to the moon (Straight to the moon)
She wanna get fly, just like a broom (Just like a broom)
Pussy sweet like it’s Simply
Ride that dick like a 10-speed
All these bitches gon’ envy
I let you push the Bentley
Just so you could fly
Whoa, oh-oh-oh-oh
She want drip like mine
Whoa, oh-oh-oh-oh-oh

Categories: Music

Kevin Gates – Say It Twice Lyrics

My name is Kevin
I was just comin’ to tell you, “Hello” (What up?)
I hope that I didn’t make you uncomfortable
With this gesture, don’t mean to scare you (Uh-uh)
I was feelin’ your energy when I walked in, psychokinetic (For real)
If you want me to walk away, then I will, I won’t press
Allow me to let you enjoy your night
I won’t get offended, no questions (Uh-uh)
Saw your soul when we locked eyes
A whole lot of pressure in my presence
I love the dress that you got on, and you look stunning, no lie
I would’ve told you that you was beautiful, but that word don’t describe
[Chorus]
Ain’t gotta say it twice (I don’t say it twice)
She gon’ make me say it twice, oh, yeah (Say it twice)
She bad, bad (Bad, bad)
She lit, lit (She lit, lit)
She poppin’, poppin’, (She poppin’, poppin’)
She thick, thick (She thick, thick, woah)
Ain’t gotta say it twice (I don’t say it twice)
She gon’ make me say it twice, oh, yeah (Make me say it twice)
She bad, bad (She bad)
She lit, lit (Ooh)
She poppin’, poppin’, (Ballin’)
She thick, thick (Oh, yeah)
[Verse 2]
Spontaneous, how ’bout we do somethin’ exciting? Play this song
[Intro]
Ain’t gotta say it twice
She gon’ make me say it twice
[Chorus]
Ain’t gotta say it twice (I don’t say it twice)
She gon’ make me say it twice, oh, yeah (Say it twice)
She bad, bad (Bad, bad)
She lit, lit (She lit, lit)
She poppin’, poppin’, (She poppin’, poppin’)
She thick, thick (She thick, thick, woah)
Ain’t gotta say it twice (I don’t say it twice)
She gon’ make me say it twice, oh, yeah (Make me say it twice)
She bad, bad (She bad)
She lit, lit (Ooh)
She poppin’, poppin’, (Ballin’)
She thick, thick (Oh, yeah)
[Verse 1]
How you doin’? How ’bout you leave with me? Pardon me, but you know I’m that drum line
Pleasure activist, only need one time (Done)
Undivided attention, you get it, I’m focused, I’m fixated
Tell them get out our business and quit hatin’
Intellectual intercourse conversation
You can’t believe what other people say about me
Nothin’ been substantiated
[Chorus]
Ain’t gotta say it twice (I don’t say it twice)
She gon’ make me say it twice, oh, yeah (Say it twice)
She bad, bad (Bad, bad)
She lit, lit (She lit, lit)
She poppin’, poppin’, (She poppin’, poppin’)
She thick, thick (She thick, thick, woah)
Ain’t gotta say it twice (I don’t say it twice)
She gon’ make me say it twice, oh, yeah (Make me say it twice)
She bad, bad (She bad)
She lit, lit (Ooh)
She poppin’, poppin’, (Ballin’)
She thick, thick (Oh, yeah) Toss your friends your keys
They ask where you’re goin’, you tell ’em that you done made plans
Tell ’em that you at Allstate, tell ’em that you in good hands
Tell ’em that you wanna feel alive, and you’re willin’ to give your heart a chance
Bae, could you say the last dance?

Categories: Music

Kevin Gates – Walls Talking Lyrics

Play this song
[Intro]
Say, Mike
Sometimes it’s painful to relive the past
But sometimes you gotta relive the past in order to heal from it
I just told Richie we rich
I’m him
[Chorus]
I’m a prisoner in my own mind
I feel like these walls talkin’ to me
I feel like these walls talkin’ to me (In my own mind)
Prisoner in my own mind
I feel like these walls talkin’ to me
I feel like these walls talkin’ to me (In my own mind)
I’m a prisoner in my own mind
I feel like these walls talkin’ to me
I feel like these walls talkin’ to me (In my own mind)
I’m a prisoner in my own mind
I feel like these walls talkin’ to me
I feel like these walls talkin’ to me (In my own mind)
[Verse 1]
I was young when my mama had me
Think I ran away from home ’bout the age of fifteen, juvenile detention
Talked about behind my back by my family members
H-hurtful feeling bein’ the black sheep every family visit
I’ll admit it, bein’ young, I made some bad decisions
Heart too big, I guess my loyalty got used against me
Learned to focus on myself, now I got tunnel vision
Kicked in my ass when I was down and went through hell to get back
Been to the group homes, I’ve been on lockdown and I’ve been upstate
Lived in a few homes, holdin’ the block down, movin’ this weight
Never spoke on this, they say that I murdered my best friend
It was just business, it wasn’t personal, you know how the world is
[Chorus]
I’m a prisoner in my own mind
I feel like these walls talkin’ to me
I feel like these walls talkin’ to me (In my own mind)
Prisoner in my own mind
I feel like these walls talkin’ to me
I feel like these walls talkin’ to me (In my own mind)
I’m a prisoner in my own mind
I feel like these walls talkin’ to me
I feel like these walls talkin’ to me (In my own mind)
I’m a prisoner in my own mind
I feel like these walls talkin’ to me
I feel like these walls talkin’ to me (In my own mind)
Get ’em, Gates
[Verse 2]
I’m ’bout to clear my heart
Stand on the business and ain’t ever fold
I got some uncles who killers (For real)
Who baggin’ someone who ain’t play by the code (Yeah)
My favorite rapper my cousin (Yeah)
I looked up to him ever since we was kids (For real)
Hope that he know that I love him
Guess all good things must come to an end
I know some industry niggas
And they never lived the way I lived
Sayin’ I’m anti-social (What?)
I can’t make you feel the way I feel (Uh-huh)
Head up high, got great ideas
‘Cause I got blackballed and they scared of me
I’ll die for you if I care for you
I’ma ride for you, never change up, love
[Bridge]
I’m a great friend, I’m just not a friend
And I’ma die for you if I care for you
I’ma ride for you, never change up, love
And I’ll admit it, bein’ young, I made some bad decisions
Heart too big, that’s when my loyalty got used against me
[Chorus]
I’m a prisoner in my own mind
I feel like these walls talkin’ to me
I feel like these walls talkin’ to me (In my own mind)
Prisoner in my own mind
I feel like these walls talkin’ to me
I feel like these walls talkin’ to me (In my own mind)
I’m a prisoner in my own mind
I feel like these walls talkin’ to me
I feel like these walls talkin’ to me (In my own mind)
I’m a prisoner in my own mind
I feel like these walls talkin’ to me
I feel like these walls talkin’ to me (In my own mind)

Categories: Music

Kevin Gates – What I Like Lyrics

Excuse me)
Say, let me take this call, lil’ booty
We could just walk to the car, lil’ booty
Still on the line with my, uh, lil’ booty
Still goin’ hard, I ball (Big hoopin’)
Out of town, couple traps jumpin’
Road runner, keep the pack touching
When the rap slow, keep the sack coming
Drop a hashtag and get at something
Luca Brasi, what you mean, love? Gold teeth with a mean mug
To a street nigga, it don’t mean much
All bustdown, got it blinged up
[Chorus]
Fuckin’ with hoes, that’s what I like (I like)
Designer my clothes, that’s what I like (I like)
Wrist on froze, that’s what I like (Yeah)
Wrist on froze, that’s what I like (I like)
Cop some ice like fuck the price
Fuck your wifey with my wife
Foreign headlights, that’s what I like
Foreign headlights, that’s what I like
Fuckin’ with hoes, that’s what I like (I like)
Designer my clothes, that’s what I like (I like)
Wrist on froze, that’s what I like (I like)
Wrist on froze, that’s what I like (I like)
Cop some ice like fuck the price
Fuck your wifey with my wife
Foreign headlights, that’s what I like
Foreign headlights, that’s what I like (All together)
On the count of three, we on it like bad bitches
Drop the beat, one, two, three, we on it like bad bitches
Boom, she got shot and didn’t die, now her ass bigger
Breadwinner, rank getter, bands in here back flippin’
Diamonds hittin’ harder than a bitch and they dance different
Baby, reach out to your baby, take a sip, she act different
[Chorus]
Fuckin’ with hoes, that’s what I like (I like)
Designer my clothes, that’s what I like (I like)
Wrist on froze, that’s what I like (Yeah)
Wrist on froze, that’s what I like (I like)
Cop some ice like fuck the price
Fuck your wifey with my wife
Foreign headlights, that’s what I like
Foreign headlights, that’s what I like
Fuckin’ with hoes, that’s what I like (I like)
Designer my clothes, that’s what I like (I like)
Wrist on froze, that’s what I like (I like)
Wrist on froze, that’s what I like (I like)
Cop some ice like fuck the price
Fuck your wifey with my wife
Foreign headlights, that’s what I like
Foreign headlights, that’s what I like
[Verse 2]
I ain’t even mean to flex (Excuse me)
You ain’t even seen this shit (Exclusive)
Walkin’ out, Neimans bags (We coolin’)
(Hello? Play this song
[Intro]
Ayy, let me hear that ho, Jeff
Six7 on the beat
Ayy
[Chorus]
Fuckin’ with hoes, that’s what I like (I like)
Designer my clothes, that’s what I like (I like)
Wrist on froze, that’s what I like (Yeah)
Wrist on froze, that’s what I like (I like)
Cop some ice like fuck the price
Fuck your wifey with my wife
Foreign headlights, that’s what I like
Foreign headlights, that’s what I like
Fuckin’ with hoes, that’s what I like (I like)
Designer my clothes, that’s what I like (I like)
Wrist on froze, that’s what I like (I like)
Wrist on froze, that’s what I like (I like)
Cop some ice like fuck the price
Fuck your wifey with my wife
Foreign headlights, that’s what I like
Foreign headlights, that’s what I like
[Verse 1]
I got my nose up, hella fly, turnin’ down fat bitches (For real)
Pay a few or play with me, won’t you go and say it with me?

Categories: Music

Young M.A – Da Come Up Lyrics

(Where the checks, man?)
[Chorus]
Finessing, uh
Get back to the work, ain’t no resting, uh
When I caught an L, I learned my lesson, uh
Now I count my money, count my blessing, uh
[Verse 2]
No off days on the calendar
‘Bout to cop the new Challenger
MAC-10’s with the silencer
Even wildin’ out, it ain’t wild as us
Purple kush, call it lavender
LV’s on the pedal
Bring the luggage up, racks in the passenger
Whole gang full of savages
Hunt ’em down like a scavenger
Man down if he acting up
Never back down, never backing up
Get the backend, ‘member back then I ain’t have shit? Finessing
Get back to the work, ain’t no resting
When I caught an L, I learned my lesson
Now I count my money, count my blessing Got the AP with the white face, call it Dracula
Nigga hatin’ all in an Acura
Big body so big, beep, beep, beep, beep when I back it up
Clown nigga, he-he-he-he-he-he, got me crackin’ up (Stupid)
Make her skeet, skeet, skeet, skeet, skeet ,skeet, skeet when I’m tappin’ her
In that big body with a thick thottie
Got six jobs and like six hobbies, ooh
[Chorus]
Finessing, uh
Get back to the work, ain’t no resting, uh
When I caught an L, I learned my lesson, uh
Now I count my money, count my blessing, uh
[Refrain]
Started off with a dream
One gold chain, I was actin’ up with the gold fangs
No name, knew I had to put in more pain, uh
I had one bitch, few side hoes
Taking niggas’ women with my eyes closed
I was runnin’ like a snot nose
Fresh t-shirt, Ralph Lauren, new pair of Jordans
One car, not a foreign
Had the Hennessy pourin’
Mixtapes out the Chevy Cruise
My grind wouldn’t let me lose
Now this lil’ nigga makin’ heavy moves
[Outro]
Ayy, big shit, big tings
Big things, you know what I mean? Play this song
[Intro]
Came from the bottom, man
I feel like Martin Luther King, man
[Refrain]
Started off with a dream
One gold chain, I was actin’ up with the gold fangs
No name, knew I had to put in more pain (Puttin’ in work), uh
I had one bitch, few side hoes
Taking niggas’ women with my eyes closed
I was runnin’ like a snot nose, uh
Fresh t-shirt, Ralph Lauren, new pair of Jordans
One car, not a foreign
Had the Hennessy pourin’, uh
Mixtapes out the Chevy Cruise
My grind wouldn’t let me lose
Now this lil’ nigga makin’ heavy moves
[Verse 1]
Came back from the setback (Hold up)
The realest out, I can bet that (Bet)
Cee-lo with the dice game
Four, five, six, that’s a head crack
My ex-bitch, had to X that
Didn’t feel right, so I left that
On to the next that
Now it’s fuck that, where the checks at?

Categories: Music