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Denzel Curry - CLOUT COBAIN (8D Audio) WEAR HEADPHONES

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Lyrics -

[Pre-Chorus]
I just wanna feel myself, you want me to kill myself
Man, I been on my own, Lord, I'ma need some help
I just wanna feel myself, you want me to kill myself
Man, it's been so damn long, dealing with the things I've felt

[Chorus]
Suicidal doors, call it Kurt Cobain
Suwoo leather seats, like a bloody stain
I need hella base, I need hella pain
You gon' wanna cry, I'ma make it rain
Suicidal doors, call it Kurt Cobain
Suwoo leather seats, like a bloody stain
I need hella base, I need hella pain
You gon' wanna cry, I'ma make it rain

[Verse 1]
I don't even know what to feel, they don't even know what's real
Dry tears with a dollar bill, I'm out tryna make a mill', oh
Why you wanna take my soul? I'm yelling out "hell no!"
I can't even trust my friends, most of them might be foes
Watch these hoes when they say they want a lot of me
I don't know who's the one that wanna plot on me
I stay low so my demons don't acknowledge me
When I go, I know death don't do apologies

[Pre-Chorus]
I just wanna feel myself, you want me to kill myself
Man, I been on my own, Lord, I'ma need some help
I just wanna feel myself, you want me to kill myself
Man, it's been so damn long, dealing with the things I felt (ayy)

[Chorus]
Suicidal doors, call it Kurt Cobain
Suwoo leather seats, like a bloody stain
I need hella base, I need hella pain
You gon' wanna cry, I'ma make it rain
Suicidal doors, call it Kurt Cobain
Suwoo leather seats, like a bloody stain
I need hella base, I need hella pain
You gon' wanna cry, I'ma make it rain

[Verse 2]
Know when it rains, it pours
They wanna go to war
For things that they can't afford
I gotta grab the sword, preach
I gotta thank the Lord, I gotta go record (heat)
I wanna be fly to soar 'cause niggas be trying to floor me
People be thinkin' that I won the lottery
So paranoid, I don't know who be plotting on me
Out of nowhere try to fight you
I'm feeling like Raichu 'cause everything shocking to me
Gotta beware of the wicked, the time will be ticking
Them niggas still clocking on me
Lord is my witness, I handle my business
You niggas ain't never ball blocking on me

[Pre-Chorus]
I just wanna feel myself, you want me to kill myself
Man I been on my own, Lord, I'ma need some help
I just wanna feel myself, you want me to kill myself
Man, it's been so damn long, dealing with the things I've felt

[Chorus]
Suicidal doors, call it Kurt Cobain
Suwoo leather seats, like a bloody stain
I need hella base, I need hella pain
You gon' wanna cry, I'ma make it rain
Suicidal doors, call it Kurt Cobain
Suwoo leather seats, like a bloody stain
I need hella base, I need hella pain
You gon' wanna cry, I'ma make it rain

[Outro]
Clout Cobain, yeah
Clout Cobain, yeah

Travis Scott - YOSEMITE

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Lyrics:

[Chorus: Gunna]
Ice on my neck, flawless baguettes
Hop off a jet, barely get rest
Cash through the month, I get a check
Yves Saint Laurent on my pants and my chest
Chanel, her dress, clean up her mess
I eat her flesh, you know the rest
Count up a hun', cop a Rolex
Shine like the sun, you truly blessed
Two-tone Patek
In the Clearport like I Uber these jets
VVS's on me got my Gucci shirt wet
Put a M in my bag, I'ma get used to these racks
I went to school where they teach you finesse
Five hundred shells for the drip I invest
I'm the boss man, I keep cash in the desk
Know the coupe fast when they end with a S

[Verse: Travis Scott]
Now that I'm home, back off the road
We shut it down, where it ain't so
With checks in the streets, Jay number fours
Saint Laurent feet, put it on toes
Take it with me, double your dose
Couple of angels that's watching my soul
Jet got a bed, it's bigger windows
Said I'll be there in 10 but I got there in four

[Bridge: Travis Scott]
I feel like I'm chosen, I'm covered in gold
Mmm-hmm-hmm-hmm, mmm-hmm-hmm-hmm
I left her wide open, no self control
Mmm-hmm-hmm-hmm, mmm-hmm-hmm-hmm
Took nothing but five minutes, she hopped in and drove
Mmm-hmm-hmm-hmm

[Chorus: Gunna & Travis Scott]
Ice on my neck, flawless baguettes
Hop off a jet, barely get rest
Cash through the month, I get a check
Yves Saint Laurent on my pants and my chest
Chanel, her dress, clean up her mess
I eat her flesh, you know the rest
Count up a hun', cop a Rolex
Shine like the sun, you truly blessed
Two-tone Pateks
In the Clearport like I Uber these jets
VVS's on me got my Louis shirt wet
It's a M in my bag and get used to these racks
I went to school where they teach you finesse
Five hundred shells for the drip I invest
I'm the boss man, I keep cash in the desk
Know the coupe fast when they end with a S

[Outro: NAV]
La Flame on a island, me and Cash, Gunna hopped on a Learjet
Got Pradas every color and I got CC's you ain't seen yet
Said I'd kick the cup and now I'm asking where the codeine at
30 pointers and up, Eliantte drippin', my whole team wet

Lyrics by Genius.

Young Thug - Hot ft. Gunna (8D Audio) WEAR HEADPHONES

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Kodak Black, Offset, Travis Scott – ZEZE (8D Audio) WEAR HEADPHONES

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Lyrics
[Travis Scott:]
Ice water, turned Atlantic (Freeze)
Nightcrawlin' in the Phantom (Skrrt, skrrt)
Told them hoes that don't you panic
Took an island, flood the mansion (Yeah, big water)
Dropped the roof, more expansion
Drive a coupe you can stand in (It's lit)
See the bitches undercover (In the sheets)
I'm an ass and titties lover (Big ass)
Guess we all made for each other
Now that all the dawgs free (Yeah, yeah)
And we out in these streets (Alright)
Can you do it, can you pop it for me?

[Kodak Black:]
Pull up in a demon, on God (On God)
Lookin' like I still do fraud (Fraud)
Flyin' private jet with the rod (Rod)
This that Z shit, this that Z shit (This that Z shit)
Pull up in a demon, on God (On God)
Lookin' like I still do fraud (Fraud)
Flyin' private jet with the rod (Rod)
This that Z shit, this that Z shit (This that Z shit)

[Offset:]
Offset! Blow the brains out the coupe (Boo)
Police wanna talk, but I'm on mute (Woo, woo, hey)
I'ma bust her wrist down 'cause she cute (Ice)
Fuck her on a yacht, dive in a pool (Yeah)
She an addict (Addict), addict for the lifestyle and the Patek (Patek)
Big daddy, have you ever felt Chanel fabrics? (Chanel)
I be drippin' to death, I need a casket (Drippin')
And we got more stripes than the ref, he foul, TEC him (Bow, stripes)
In the middle of the field like David Beckham (Field, bow-bow)
All my niggas locked up, for real, I'm tryna help 'em (Free, free)
When I got a mil', got me the chills, don't know what happened (Hoo, chills)
Pop pills, do what you feel, I'm on that zombie (Hey, hoo)
I'm more like Gaddafi, I'm not no Ghandi (Gaddafi, hey)
I'm more like I'm David, Goliath runnin' (Hey, hey)
Niggas be clonin', I find it funny (Clone, haha)
We from the Nawf, straight out of the dungeon (We from the Nawf, hey)
I go in her mouth, she can't tell me nothin' (Eghck, eghck, egchk)
300, the watch is out of your budget (Woo, woo, 300)
Mean-muggin' got me clutchin'
Yeah, and this stick right out of Russia

[Travis Scott:]
Ice water, turned Atlantic (Freeze)
Nightcrawlin' in the Phantom (Skrrt, skrrt)
Told them hoes that don't you panic
Took an island, flood the mansion (Yeah, big water)
Dropped the roof, more expansion
Drive a coupe you can stand in (It's lit)
Bitches undercover (In the sheets)
I'm an ass and titties lover (Big ass)
Guess we all went for each other
Now that all the dawgs free (Yeah, yeah)
And we out in these streets (Alright)
Can you do it, can you pop it for me?

[Kodak Black:]
Pull up in a demon, on God (On God)
Lookin' like I still do fraud (Fraud)
Flyin' private jet with the rod (Rod)
This that Z shit, this that Z shit (This that Z shit)
Pull up in a demon, on God (On God)
Lookin' like I still do fraud (Fraud)
Flyin' private jet with the rod (Rod)
This that Z shit, this that Z shit (This that Z shit)

In a Hellcat 'cause I'm a hell-raiser
Self-made, I don't owe a nigga nann favor
When you get that money, nigga, keep your heart
I'm slidin' in a coupe, ain't got no key to start
I got the fire on me in BET Awards
When your well run dry, you know you need me for it
When I pull up in the Buick, you know what I'm doin'
If the police get behind me, I'm fleein' and eludin'
Sleepin' on the palette turned me to a savage
I'm a project baby, now I stay in Calabasas
Like I still serve fiends, like I'm still jackin'
I be sippin' on lean, tryna keep balance
Hit that Z-Walk, Dickie's with my Reeboks
I don't say much, I just let the heat talk
Your jewelry water whip, diamonds like re-rock
My lil' baby ride the dick like a seat lock
When I stepped up on the scene, I was on a bean
When I jumped up out the Beam', I was in Celine
Baby girl you just a fling, that ain't what I mean
Money bustin' out my jeans like I do the scheme

Pull up in a demon, on God (On God)
Lookin' like I still do fraud (Fraud)
Flyin' private jet with the rod (Rod)
This that Z shit, this that Z shit (This that Z shit)
Pull up in a demon, on God (On God)
Lookin' like I still do fraud (Fraud)
Flyin' private jet with the rod (Rod)
This that Z shit, this that Z shit (This that Z shit)

Uh-huh, ha, oh-ah-oh
Uh-huh, ha, oh-ah-oh
Uh-huh, ha, oh-ah-oh
Uh-huh, ha, oh-ah-oh

___

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Joji - NO FUN (8D Audio) WEAR HEADPHONES

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Yeah, all my friends no fun
Yeah, all my friends no fun
Fuck my friends, they're gone
They all left one by one
And now that summer's done, they don't need no more fun
Ya, I drive around on my own
I'm rich, but my AC broke
Don't check no mail, no phone
And I tell them I'm not home
And I keep to myself
Fuck with no one else
And I know it's my fault but I don't care
And I keep to myself
Who are you to pretend?
And I know it's my fault
It will never end
Yeah, all my friends no fun
Yeah, all my friends no fun
I drive around on my own
Yeah, all my friends no fun
Yeah, all my friends no fun
Yeah, all my friends no fun
All they do is sung
Yeah, all my friends no-
(No fun, no fun
No fun, no fun)
Ya, I can't get no sleep
I look so good in green
I run, I run, I run (I run, I run)
And I don't have no more dreams (Ask me please)
I drive around on my own
I feel dead, but I feel my bones (My bones)
I hide out on my throne (My throne)
Open up, now my cover's blown
Yeah, now my covers blown
Yeah, now my covers blown
Oh, now my covers blown
Oh, now my covers
Yeah, all my friends no fun
Yeah, all my friends no fun
I drive around on my own
Yeah, all my friends no fu-
Yeah, all my friends no fun
Yeah, all my friends no fun
I drive around on my own
Yeah, all my friends no fun
Yeah, all my friends no fun
Yeah, all my friends no fun
All they do is sung
Yeah, all my friends no-
No fun, no fun, no-
No fun, no fun
No fun, no fun
No fun, no fun
No fun, no fun
No fun, no fun
No fun, no fun
No fun, no fun

Young Dolph - Major ft. Key Glock (8D Audio) WEAR HEADPHONES

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[Intro: Young Dolph]
Hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up, break that down
Ayy, bruh, don't get that shit on my sheets, bruh

[Verse 1: Young Dolph]
Mobbin' in the Bentley (ayy), smokin' moon rocks (hey)
Pocket full of motherfuckin' blue (blue), guap (guap)
Half an ounce in my Gucci tube (tube), socks (socks)
For the summertime got a new (what?), drop (skrrt)
Trapper slash rapper slash bad bitch snatcher (ayy come here)
Baby mama mad, she say you live like a bachelor (so what?)
Sold a hundred pounds and gave ten percent to the pastor (church)
Keep goin' up the ladder (ayy), they mad, make 'em madder (hey)
Told my son when I'm gone you gon' be a rich lil' bastard (yeah)
Pointers on me hittin' (woo), leave a bitch dizzy (uh)
All my old bitches feelin' salty, yeah, yeah
In my DM, talkin' 'bout why you dog me? yeah, yeah
But I still miss you, can you call me? yeah, yeah
I heard ain't shit change, that you still ballin', yeah, yeah
She used to bust them scripts for me at Walgreens (pour up, pour up)
Smugglin' narcotics was my calling (hey), ayy

[Chorus: Young Dolph]
Fours on the Mercedes, that's major (uh uh)
Whole gang going crazy, that's major (uh uh)
Millions on the table, that's major (uh uh)
I turned dirt into diamonds, that's major (uh-huh)

[Verse 2: Young Dolph]
Hah-hah, you searchin' for fame (damn)
I became a superstar in the dope game (it's Dolph)
Found out you a hater, I can't look at you the same (goddamn)
She said can she take a picture with my chain? (goddamn)
Got two twin sisters, call 'em yin yang (goddamn)
I wish I wouldn't've fucked that bitch, she insane (goddamn)
Alexander McQueen on me, ain't got a stain (yeah yeah)
Turned to the plug, my life ain't never been the same (yeah yeah)

[Chorus: Young Dolph & Key Glock]
Fours on the Mercedes, that's major (uh uh)
Whole gang going crazy, that's major (uh uh)
Millions on the table, that's major (uh uh)
I turned dirt into diamonds, that's major (uh-huh)
Fours on the Mercedes, that's major (uh uh)
Whole gang going crazy, that's major (uh uh, gang)
Millions on the table, that's major (uh uh, woo)
I turned dirt into diamonds, that's major (uh-huh)

[Verse 3: Key Glock]
House full of bitches like Flavor (Flav)
These cuts in my thumb come from countin' paper, yeah (racks)
Paper Route the gang and bitch we a label (gang, yeah)
New Glock with a laser, yeah I let you meet your maker (yeah)
Then go out to Jamaica with my motherfuckin' rastas, yeah, yeah
I'm movin' with my motherfuckin' shottas, yeah, yeah
I walk in, pop my motherfuckin' collar, yeah, yeah
A pistol in the motherfuckin' party (Glock)

[Chorus: Young Dolph & Key Glock]
Fours on the Mercedes, that's major (uh uh)
Whole gang going crazy, that's major (uh uh, gang)
Millions on the table, that's major (uh uh)
I turned dirt into diamonds, that's major (uh-huh)
Fours on the Mercedes, that's major (uh uh)
Whole gang going crazy, that's major (uh uh)
Millions on the table, that's major (uh uh)
I turned dirt into diamonds, that's major (uh-huh)

WAKA (feat. A Boogie wit da Hoodie) - 6ix9ine (8D Audio) WEAR HEADPHONES

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[Verse 1: A Boogie Wit Da Hoodie]
Catch an asthma attack, the way we pull up on ya
Put the pump to his chest, make a nigga cough up
You a bum and you stressed, and that's why you lost her
Met a nigga from the X, niggas need to boss up
She gon' eat, you want beef, but this ain't no burger
All my songs on repeat, that's what's up, your word up
I was young with the heat, walkin' 'round with burners
Wishin' I could wish for anything like Timmy Turner

[Bridge: A Boogie Wit Da Hoodie]
Na-na-oh, nah-oh
Na-na-oh, nah-oh
Na-na-oh, nah-oh

[Chorus: A Boogie Wit Da Hoodie]
Why this bitch tryna play me? Are you crazy?
Pocket rocket in my cargos, like the Navy
Put this Tommy to his brain, please, like he Brady
Heartbreakin' on the daily, can you save me?
Why is bitches tryna play me? Are you crazy?
I can't let her have my baby, you not my baby
I can't let her have my baby, I'm actin' shady
Heartbreaking on the daily, can you save me?

[Verse 2: 6ix9ine]
Y'all gotta move, give me some room, I'm 'bout to shoot
Boom! Everybody runnin' out the room
Boom! Everybody beggin' "Don't shoot"
Boom! Nigga, who the fuck asked you?
You a bum, are you dumb? Try me, I got this gun
Run, nigga, if I'm here, don't come
Bitch, you was expectin' for me to hit
That's a dub, I know you put a hole in that shit

[Verse 3: A Boogie Wit Da Hoodie]
Sawed off in the damn drawer
Got the .30 in my drawers, gotta hold my pants up
Only time she ever call is for the banana
I don't even check my call log, I don't answer

[Chorus: A Boogie Wit Da Hoodie]
Why this bitch tryna play me? Are you crazy?
Pocket rocket in my cargos, like the Navy
Put this Tommy to his brain, please, like he Brady
Heartbreakin' on the daily, can you save me?

[Verse 4: 6ix9ine]
Why this bitch tryna play me? Is she crazy?
That bitch know I'm number one, like Tracy McGrady
Know I got this .380, it's on safety
I know all these niggas hate me, won't let it faze me
Fuck nigga

[Verse 5: A Boogie Wit Da Hoodie]
I'ma swerve in the Maybach, I'ma do some damage
Niggas sit the fuck down if you don't understand us
I heard niggas talkin' 'bout they gon' run down on us
Pull up windows down in the fuckin' Lamb' truck

[Outro: A Boogie Wit Da Hoodie]
Na-na-na-na-na-na-na
Na-na-na-na-na-na-na
Na-na-na-na-na-na-na
Na-na-na-na-na-na-na, yeah

Rich The Kid - Like Mike ft. Jay Critch & A Boogie With A Hoodie (8D Audio) WEAR HEADPHONES

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Diddy ft. Skylar Grey - Coming Home (8D)

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Lyrics -
I'm coming home
I'm coming home
Tell the world I'm coming home
Let the rain wash away all the pain of yesterday
I know my kingdom awaits and they've forgiven my mistakes
I'm coming home, I'm coming home
Tell the world that I'm coming
I'm back where I belong,
Yeah I never felt so strong
(I'm back baby)
I feel like there's nothing that I can't try
And if you with me put your hands high
(Put your hands high)
If you ever lost a light before,
This ones for you
And you, the dreams are for you
I hear "The Tears of a Clown"
I hate that song
I always feel like they talking to me when it comes on
Another day another Dawn
Another Keisha, nice to meet ya, get the math I'm gone
What am I 'posed to do when the club lights come on
It's easy to be Puff, but its harder to be Sean
What if the twins ask me why I ain't marry their mom (why, damn!)
How do I respond?
What if my son stares with a face like my own
And says he wants to be like me when he's grown
Shit! But I ain't finished growing
Another night the inevitable prolongs
Another day another dawn
Just tell Keisha and Taneisha I'll be back in the morn'
Another lie that I carry on
I need to get back to the place I belong
I'm coming home
I'm coming home
Tell the world that I'm coming home
Let the rain wash away all the pain from yesterday
I know my kingdom awaits and they've forgiven my mistakes
I'm coming home, I'm coming home
Tell the world that I'm coming, home
"A House is Not A Home", I hate this song
Is a house really a home when your loved ones are gone (no)
And niggas got the nerve to blame you for it
And you know you woulda took the bullet if you saw it
But you felt it and still feel it
And money can't make up for it or conceal it
But you deal with it and you keep ballin'
Pour out some liquor, play ball and we keep ballin'
Baby we've been living in sin 'cause we've been really in love
But we've been living as friends
So you've been a guest in your own home
It's time to make your house your own
Pick up your phone, come on
I'm coming home
I'm coming home
Tell the world that I'm coming home
Let the rain wash away all the pain from yesterday
I know my kingdom awaits and they've forgiven my mistakes
I'm coming home, I'm coming home
Tell the world that I'm coming, home
"Ain't No Stopping Us Now", I love that song
Whenever it comes on it makes me feel strong
I thought I told y'all that we won't stop
'Til we back cruising through Harlem, these old blocks
Is what made me, saved me, drove me crazy
Drove me away than embraced me
Forgave me for all of my shortcomings
Welcome to my homecoming
Yeah it's been a long time coming
Lot of fights, lot of scars, lot of bottles
Lot of cars, lot of ups, lot of downs
Made it back, lost my dog (I miss you big)
And here I stand, a better man! (a better man)
Thank you Lord (Thank you Lord)
Thank you all!
I'm coming home
I'm coming home
Tell the world that I'm coming home
Let the rain wash away all the pain from yesterday
I know my kingdom awaits and they've forgiven my mistakes
I'm coming home, I'm coming home
Tell the world that I'm coming, home
Songwriters: Shawn Carter / Jermaine A C

Roddy Ricch - Can't Express (8D Audio) WEAR HEADPHONES

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Lyrics -

[Chorus]
I can't express myself, don't know how to start
That's why I'm double cupped up, I go to Mars
Shawty was with me in the bando from the start
Now we in the Phantom, lookin' at the stars
When all this money came, these hoes played on me
I remained the same nigga, so please don't change on me
A lot of these hoes round a nigga, they be too fake
'Cause a young nigga been hoppin' out that new Wraith

[Verse 1]
All these problems got me drownin' in my codeine
Double up, the birds got me trappin' out them four wings
24/7, I just want you to be honest with me
You protected cause I keep the 9 under me
All them late night conversations in the loft
Didn't had to tell you, you knew we was gonna ball
But I've been havin' to explain to these hoes, gotta get off me
VVS diamonds in your ring, no Charles Barkley (Ayy)
I just got a number one rule, shawty don't lie to me
If you want a bad bitch in the threesome, we can find her
I'ma keep you flooded and on fleek in that designer
You know we be chasin' that bag, I'm right behind her

[Chorus]
I can't express myself, don't know how to start
That's why I'm double cupped up, I go to Mars
Shawty was with me in the bando from the start
Now we in the Phantom, lookin' at the stars
When all this money came, these hoes played on me
I remained the same nigga, so please don't change on me
A lot of these hoes round a nigga, they be too fake
'Cause a young nigga been hoppin' out that new Wraith

[Verse 2]
Now that I got it, I ain't knowin' who to share it with
Give you that 'Rari thing, horses on the carriages
Get you red bottom boxes you don't know what pair this is
Back shots, gotta hit it, high notes, Mariah Carey and shit
I bought a white tee just to match it on your toenails, yeah
I done paid full price on Chanel, this ain't no wholesale, yeah
Me and shawty, street relationship goals yeah
Whatever she needs, a nigga gotta be there for her
She be dippin' that Range nigga, fuck a Explorer
Gave her 10 racks just to blow in Sephora
She want Dolce and Gabbana, she ain't fuckin' with Zara
Thought we would be one night until a nigga got to know her

[Chorus]
I can't express myself, don't know how to start (Don't know how to start)
That's why I'm double cupped up, I go to Mars (I go to Mars)
Shawty was with me in the bando from the start
Now we in the Phantom, lookin' at the stars
When all this money came, these hoes played on me (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
I remained the same nigga, so please don't change on me (Change on me)
A lot of these hoes round a nigga, they be too fake
'Cause a young nigga been hoppin' out that new Wraith

[Outro]
Yeah, yeah, yeah
I can't express myself
I can't express myself
Yeah, yeah
Yeah
Keep that

Sheck Wes - Mo Bamba (8D)


Sheck Wes
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Lyrics-


[Intro]
16yrold
Bitch!
Daytrip took it to 10

[Chorus]
I got hoes callin' a young nigga phone (Ring, ring)
Where's Ali with the mothafuckin' dope? (Bitch, bitch)
I be ballin' like a mothafuckin' pro (Like a, huh, like a, huh)
I be ballin' like my nigga Mo (Bamba, bitch)
Sheck Wes, I ain't a mothafuckin' joke (Haha, hahahahaha)
Steph Wes, stay with the fuckin' pole (Pa, pa, pa-pa)
You fuck around and get poled (You get poled, bitch)
'Cause I got hoes (So many fuckin' hoes)
Callin' a young nigga phone
(Ring-ring, ring, ring-ring, ring, ring-ring)
Where's Ali with the (Bitch with the) mothafuckin' dope? (Huh)
I be ballin' like a mothafuckin' pro (Like a mothafuckin' pro)
I be ballin' like my nigga Mo (Bamba, Bamba)
Sheck Wes got so many flows (I do it all)
Call me Drake, how a nigga contro—

[Verse]
Oh! Fuck! Shit! Bitch! (Huh)
Young Sheck Wes and I'm gettin' really rich (Ching-ching)
See how I caught it 'cause I'm really with the shits (Ping-ping)
See me in the streets and I be really with a (Cling, cling), with a
Bad bitch (Bitch), niggas straight rockin' (Rock)
Niggas straight see me, when they see me, they be coppin' (What?)
I'm the best drug dealer, nigga, come and cop it (Got it)
Young Sheck Wes, I'm like the fuckin' Green Goblin (Hahahaha)

[Chorus]
I got hoes (Hoes, ho)
Callin' a young nigga phone, phone (Bitch)
Where's Ali with the mothafuckin' dope?
(With the mothafuckin' dope)
Dope (With the mothafuckin' dope)
With the mothafuckin' dope (Bitch)
With the dope (Gettin' rich), with my bros (Bitch, shit)
I fucked your hoe (Shit)
And she ain't even let you know (Shit fucked up)

[Outro]
Damn, this nigga nice, fuck is you talking about?
('Cause I got) Bitch (Hoes)
And my nigga One-Six, my nigga
Ali, the Daytrip nigga, fuck is niggas talking about?
(I got hoes, shit
Young Sheck Wes, I do it on the go)
Uh, woah, uh

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Metro Boomin - 10 Freaky Girls ft. 21 Savage (8D Audio) WEAR HEADPHONES

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Lyrics-

[Intro]
Ooh
No, no, no
No, no

[Verse 1: 21 Savage]
In peace (In peace), may you rest (May you rest)
Never ever shoot below the neck (Never ever)
You a rookie (You a rookie), I'm a vet (I’m a vet)
That's why I got a Glock, you got a TEC (Got a TEC)
Not checkers (Not checkers), this chess (It is chess)
I flooded out my Patek with baguettes
I curve Tiffany (Yeah), for Jess (For who?)
Need to get myself together, I'm a mess (Straight up)
In Bikini Bottom, I’m with Sandy (Sandy)
Moesha keep on drinkin' all the brandy (Brandy)
Keisha eat the molly like it's candy (Yah, yah)
Bodyslam a nigga like I'm Randy (Yah, yah)
Yeah, I'm a hot hitter (Straight up)
I'm a guap getter (Straight up)
Leave a thot bitter (Straight up)
Get your block hit up
Oh, you think you in a group? Get that shit split up (On God)
Tryna suck me layin' down, I make that bitch sit up (Straight up)
Yeah, hot box, dirty stick, case closed (Case closed)
We grill beef, nigga, charcoal (Uh oh)
Sellin' pussy, her vajay-jay got a barcode (Uh oh)
These broke ass niggas need Jobco (21)
Used to use EBT to get seafood (What?)
Now I Uber Eats when I want Kiku (Straight up)
She wanna hang out and let the gang G you (Facts)
Metro worth a lot of M’s, nigga, me too (Racks)

[Chorus: 21 Savage]
Hangin’ off my earlobes is a rock (A rock)
Hangin' off my waistline is a Glock (Pop, pop)
The body in that casket was a opp (21)
I don’t throw no bottles, I throw shots (21)
All this drip on me, I need a mop (21)
Balenciaga boxers and the socks (On God)
I got 10 freaky girls on a yacht (Yacht)
Finna drown in 'em, dawg, finna drown in 'em (21)

[Verse 2: 21 Savage]
Last altercation, got a hundred rounds in him (On my mama)
All my spots got a lot of bloodhounds in 'em (On your mama)
Ain’t no furniture, it's just a lot of pounds in 'em (Straight up)
Percs, soft, hard, and I got the brown in 'em (On God)
Word to bombaclaat, shotta, we don't ramp in 'em (21)
Edgewood, Glenwood, Bouldercrest and the Hamp with 'em (Six)
Got a lot of sticks, you can get stamped with 'em (On God)
Tryna mediate the beef, you get found with 'em (Straight up)
All these chains, rest in peace to Harriet Tubman (Harriet Tubman)
Niggas broke 'cause they doin' too much clubbin' (Too much clubbin')
Cashed out on all my cars 'cause I'm stubborn ('Cause I'm stubborn)
Zone 6 against the world, that's how I'm comin' (How I'm comin')
I came out the womb, I was thuggin' (Straight up)
Ain't no fistfights, niggas uppin' (Straight up)
Rappers say they want smoke, but they bluffin' (On God)
When you see 'em face-to-face, it ain't nothin' (Straight up)

[Chorus: 21 Savage]
Hangin' off my earlobes is a rock (A rock)
Hangin' off my waistline is a Glock (Pop, pop)
The body in that casket was a opp (21)
I don't throw no bottles, I throw shots (21)
All this drip on me, I need a mop (21)
Balenciaga boxers and the socks (On God)
I got 10 freaky girls on a yacht (Yacht)
I got 10 freaky girls on a yacht

[Outro: 21 Savage]
You know, I was racin' down the highway earlier today, ridin' down 20
I happened to see a nigga I robbed back in the day
You know what? He was happy to see me