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Das Racist - The Actual Lyrics and Video

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[Hook: Das Racist] x2
Peep the architecture, think about your father
Peep the father figures, take a lot of pictures
It lasts longer
But what lasts longer than that? The actual

[Verse 1: Kool A.D.]
Game supernatural wigi
The kid too clean, squeaky
Windshield squeegee, see me?
Y’all think it’s joke, joke, hehe
But it’s inevitable
Like, dagger in a bro pee-pee
Spoke freely to see how the folks feel me
I don’t even know the real me
So what makes you think you know the deal, b, feel me?
I’m not really concerned with the concerns
Of the people who can’t even discern my concerns
I turn my concerns into words
I could earn a couple curds and whey with
Told I got a way with words
But it doesn’t take much, I just say shit
Half my ancestors was stuck on a slave ship
The plan was, rob every label with the same clip
I know it sounds basic to some
But what’s basic to some, to some others is actual
Peep the factual, professional sabbatical taker
I’m a Laker, a cake-baker, a money-maker
A funny-joker, a dummy-smoker
A global village idiot, killin’ it
Tell me if you feelin’ it

[Hook]
Peep the architecture, think about your father
Peep the father figures, take a lot of pictures
It lasts longer
But what lasts longer than that? The actual

[Verse 2: Heems]
Yo, think about your momma
Think about the drama
Think about the llamas
Think about the commas
That’s the pause, the silence
The cause of violence
And in Queens, the kids ain’t sippin’ lean
They fiend, forever wean from a bag that’s plasticine
And pass the green and stack the cream
Etcetera, etcetera, etcetera
Cash rule everything around everyone
Plenty guns, anyone could become anyone
Heem is special, get ahead with the rhyme
And put his pants on two legs at a time
At the bodega they play la mega Cormega
Everyone’s spanish like Vega
New York is a hell of a town

[Hook: Das Racist/Talib Kweli] x2
Peep the architecture, think about your father
Peep the father figures, take a lot of pictures
It lasts longer
But what lasts longer than that? The actual

[Verse 3: Talib Kweli]
Yo, abra kadabra magical, respect, unilateral
Universal magnetic, automatically attractin’ you
These rapper dudes, mad are emotional or irrational
Use it motivation, they convergin’ on the capital
International travel, unfurl and unravel my flag
I put it down year-round, check the calendar
The places I’ve never been I’m tryin’ to get to
God the pilot, I’m the passenger
Whip it through the African diaspora
Followin’ navigation like nations to a degree
Like a doctor or when I’m rockin’, the education is key
Swallowin’ medications like patients to a degree
Like a doctor give remedies, except the doctor is me
Uppers and downers help us to cope with the stuff around us
To drown us and get to livin’ from over and under counters
I’m overdosin’ on life, rollin’ in the natural black
And only deal with actual facts, yeah.

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Beast/B2ST - Midnight Lyrics and Video

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Romanization

geudaeneun eotteongayo
gakkeumeun nareul
saenggakhan jeok innayo
i gin bame dasi nuneul gamgo
geudael saenggakhago
jamdeulji motago geuraeyo

jogeum yunanhi gineyo geudae
eomneun bami
aswiwojineyo geuttae
bonaen geu nari deo
gyesok mudyeojigetjyo
jeomjeom ichyeojigetjyo
eonjenganeun geudaega

jami oji annneun bam So sad tonight
geudaewa hamkkehal su eomneun i bam
In the midnight a a a midnight
ni saenggage jam mot deuneun Midnight

dasi chajaon i bam So sad tonight
geudaega eobsi dasi matneun i bam
In the midnight a a a midnight a
niga eobsi jam mot deuneun midnight

nungamatda tteuneun saiboda
deo ppareuge nal chajawatda
tteonaga beorin sarang dangsin
You can’t do this to me
chungbunhada chungbunhae
geuman jom haera nal apeuge
naege miryeoniran ireume
bameun kkeutnaji anha

da jinan yaegi dasi hago sipjin anchiman
naega geudael manhi
johahagin haenna bwayo
gyesok saenggangnagetjyo
deo geuriwojigetjyo
sigani jinalsurok

jami oji annneun bam So sad tonight
geudaewa hamkkehal su eomneun i bam
In the midnight a a a midnight
ni saenggage jam mot deuneun Midnight

dasi chaja on i bam So sad tonight
geudaega eobsi dasi matneun i bam
In the midnight a a a midnight a
niga eobsi jam mot deuneun Midnight

jeogi banjjagineun
Little star nal wirohaejura
gidael got hana eobsi
sseureojineun oneul bam
jeogi banjjagineun
Little star nal wirohaejura
gidael got hana eobsi
sseureojineun

byeol heneun bam gyejeori jina
jogeumssik dallajyeoganeun i bam
hajiman nan yeojeonhi nan
jam mot irun bam

dasi chajaon i bam So sad tonight
geudaega eobsi dasi matneun i bam
In the midnight a a a midnight a
niga eobsi jam mot deuneun Midnight

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Snoop Dogg - Ridahman Lyrics and Video

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Ridahman, Ridahman, does whatever a rida can
What’s with that in your socks? And you fuckin’ niggas all want Siroc
Ridahman, Ridahman, keep a big getup inside my hand
What’s with that in your socks? Grab this motherfucker in your sight
Look out (look out!) bitch here comes the Ridahman

Now there once was a man who lived in my hood
To some people bad but to me he was good
He wore pindletens and 501 jeans
And the black Chuck Taylors with black yellow strings
He loved makin’ poise and smokin’ up blunts
And the weed that he be smokin’ have you flowin’ for months
You could smell the dealer comin’ from a mile away
And if he see the kids snoopin’ he be down to play
But if a nigga got to trippin’ he be down the sprets
That be AK—K-K-K-K-K
But this one time, this one guy
Thought he could come to our town and drive
And go against the ridah but Ridah is the ridah
He hit it with 11 and he knockin’ with the rida
He usually wore the shot but he gave the boy an ass
Said if you’ll come back nigga, that’ll be your ass
But the young nigga laughed, he didn’t seem to be scared
But he definitely took a car and got his ass up outta there
And we later found out that the guy’s name was Tommy
And Ridahman used to mess with his son’s mommy

Ridahman, Ridahman, does whatever a rida can
What’s with that in your socks? And you fuckin’ niggas all want Siroc
Ridahman, Ridahman, keep a big getup inside my hand
What’s with that in your socks? Grab this motherfucker in your sight
Look out (look out!) bitch here comes the Ridahman

Now Tommy went home and told his homeboy Ronny
And Ronny told Johnny and Johnny got money
And Lonny was a shooter and his weapon was a Tommy
He didn’t care about life, he’ll shoot anybody
So they came back to my neighborhood to drive
And found Ridahman and he ran ‘em for their lives
Used his rida senses to go behind the mine
What kind of car they drive? So he what (…)
And there they go. See him pass a nigga Black Reeker
So he reached into his pocket and pulled out a Desert Eagle
Rida start bussin’, I think he hit somethin’
Tommy falls out the car with his whole bullshit
And his homie didn’t make it, Ridahman got ‘em all
Even Lonny gave the kid a chance to bust the Tommy off
Ridahman goes over to Tommy and then he laughs
And he laughs ‘bout the nigga but my gun start blastin’
Yea, how’d you know that I was comin’ with my people?
And you even knew the car, how’d you knew it was a Reegle?
Well, besides me being the Ridahman
Your son’s mom told me, now okay, bye my man

Ridahman, Ridahman, does whatever a rida can
What’s with that in your socks? And you fuckin’ niggas all want Siroc
Ridahman, Ridahman, keep a big getup inside my hand
What’s with that in your socks? Grab this motherfucker in your sight
Look out (look out!) bitch here comes the Ridahman

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Snoop Dogg - What We Do Lyrics and Video

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What is a gangsta if he ain’t strapped?
And what is a gangsta if he can’t scrap?
And what is a gangsta if he can’t mack?
Well I can do it all baby, just like that
The grass is greener on the side I live on
Doggie Dogg and way soft, motherfucker you death, bro?
But why he on peace, If he was a beast he would’ve took off on the south Midwest and the east?
Chill, y’all niggas don’t get and you’ll probly never will. It’s hard to be real
But it’s easy to kill. That’s probly why I keep my game on the top of the hill
They keep my name on the top of the bill while y’all lost out there, poppin’ them pills
You could’ve been with Snoop Dogg, rockin’ the bill, hop in the veele.
For real, I’m outclockin’ the meal

I’m a east side nigga on these west side streets
In my G boy stance with my hands on my dick
We the best thing goin’, got the champagne pourin’
And we put it down, come and do the damn thing goin’
I’m a selfmade millionaire, the boss Big Snoop
Everything I touch I turn to big loot
This the ZU gang and we ride with Snoop
All I know is that I make that shit do what it do

It’s the early Berg, it’s the grandest anthem
Good day LA, it’s time to get back at ‘em
Yea, the west coast renaissance
You could smell it in the air, feel the ambiance
And on the road to riches and fancy things
To get a little recognition, be the major bling
Get the ole 6 range, house on the hill, 40 acres in the … dollar dollar bill
Big heads in my pocket, hoes in the VI
Mack though this, scratch like a feline
Sip on the bottle mack, lick on the matua
Break it down, twist ‘em up like Chicago rock
To the club, hop off, new Jays
Fitted to the back like 7 and 5-8’s
I’m all fly with a fly date
I’m here to buggy, don’t make me add to the crime rate

I’m a east side nigga on these west side streets
In my G boy stance with my hands on my dick
We the best thing goin’, got the champagne pourin’
And we put it down, come and do the damn thing goin’
I’m a selfmade millionaire, the boss Big Snoop
Everything I touch I turn to big loot
This the ZU gang and we ride with Snoop
All I know is that I make that shit do what it do

Hoes on my nuts like screws and bolts
Fuck bein’ a playa, I’m tryin’ to coach
I will pick advantage if you’ll let me
Have you driblin’ balls like Lisa Leslie, test me
I’m gon release the heat again
You floatin’ in the ocean like Lacy Peterson
Run, cuz you don’t want confrontation
Masturbate Georgia, masturbatin’ bitch
Ey mack we blim big
Can’t be mad at young Einstein, acceleratin’ the game
Nigga I’mma get mine
Lee, I’mma get mine too
Slide through with the candy paint
Light tint, like ZU. You don’t know the outcome
Got the whole game locked up like Akon
We purple urkle, filet mignon
We’re hitin’ everything that we aimin’ on

I’m a east side nigga on these west side streets
In my G boy stance with my hands on my dick
We the best thing goin’, got the champagne pourin’
And we put it down, come and do the damn thing goin’
I’m a selfmade millionaire, the boss Big Snoop
Everything I touch I turn to big loot
This the ZU gang and we ride with Snoop
All I know is that I make that shit do what it do

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Jae Millz - It’s You Lyrics and Video

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Ladies and gentlemen
I go by the name of Jae Millz
Justin Case, Marlyn New York City
That’s it
It’s really here

I’m a father who’s child in this world livin’
Just chillin’, spittin’
This verse from my iPhone just ringin’
My lyrics get mo’ po’ in the oda I’m getting
Young niggas like, what can I give ‘em? Like wisdom
Oh, not to mention some dope ass music you can play when you’re getting dressed
Man, it’s like I make theme music for getting fresh
Smoke medicated every day, fuck a cigarette
You would think I was Mike’s son, I got all the Jords
Sneaker boxes galore, my closet have a storage waz
Somebody feel they in need, they could come record
I look the new world’s mirror and asked who was the doppest you ever saw in the city

I’m a father who’s child in this world livin’
Still chillin’, still tryna remain sucker free and get this chicken
My new Sedan hard like MOP halls
And it’s still MOP, yea, money over pigeons
Ain’t no all on my marble floors, baby I ain’t slippin’
I enticin’ in yo game showin’ Givens
But my birthday in this year, in Houston I was double cup
Throbe on, that’s disrespectful to pimpin’ if I wasn’t sippin’
That’s just G shit, fuck a rap song
Ask Bun if you think I’m just puttin’ words in rap form
My sline ain’t gave me a chance in the platform
Now my town hype cuz a fool is what I act for
Yea, Yankee feel it, low cuts
Spend mo’ money on my belt than the jeans they holdin’ up
Like my ex down in the dust, I don’t care how she holdin’ up
Humor from a beamered up bus so who’s the real asshole?

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Bei Maejor - Party At The Crib Lyrics and Video

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Party at the crib, party at the crib
I’m gonna chill, bring your friends
Hey lil babe, party at the crib
I’m gonna chill, bring your friends

Play your body lean, party of the year
Send it on the chair, hands in the air
Everybody tipsy, bottles movin’ slow
Niggas rollin’ up, girls on the flow
Patio poppin’, bedrooms full
Servin’ up the shots, need some Redbull
Girl is that your girlfriend? I don’t need your home girl
I mean like do ya ever get it on girl?

Let’s do it tonight, let’s make this a moment
Let’s go in the back, jump in the Jacuzzi
Let’s do it tonight, let’s make this a movie
Let’s go in the back, jump in the Jacuzzi

Party at the crib, party at the crib
I’m gonna chill, bring your friends
Hey lil babe, party at the crib
I’m gonna chill, bring your friends

Party at the crib, party at the crib
I’m gonna chill, bring your friends
Hey lil babe, party at the crib
I’m gonna chill, bring your friends

Welcome to my crib, my casa, su casa
Go on what you feel, do it like a rasta
Listenin’ to Marley, damn it this is oldschool
Nigga beat it, hold up, we don’t know you
Rich niggas bought it, big money got it
House big as dorms, feels like college
Looks like it’s your birthday, I got you a gift
Open her brazier, hands on my dick
She said:

Let’s do it tonight, let’s make this a moment
Let’s go in the back, girl you know I’m on it
Let’s do it tonight, let’s make this a moment
Let’s go in the back, girl you know I’m on it

Party at the crib, party at the crib
I’m gonna chill, bring your friends
Hey lil babe, party at the crib
I’m gonna chill, bring your friends

Party at the crib, party at the crib
I’m gonna chill, bring your friends
Hey lil babe, party at the crib
I’m gonna chill, bring your friends

Party at the spizzy, everybody slizzy
Chandelier blizzy and the whole room dizzy
Couple black girls, couple mommies, couple waiters
Niggas talk big? Keep sendin’ up to Biggie
Chicks see the mansion they askin’ who is he
This nigga here probly worth a couple million
Now it’s four floors, you could see the whole city
When this Bieber check, come brother have a fifth flizzy
Isn’t this ridiculous, chillin’ in her vikies
We came in my lizzi, she came out sticky
Strength I’m Achiles, I hang with some killies but hang as a Billy

Party at the crib, party at the crib
I’m gonna chill, bring your friends
Hey lil babe, party at the crib
I’m gonna chill, bring your friends

Party at the crib, party at the crib
I’m gonna chill, bring your friends
Hey lil babe, party at the crib
I’m gonna chill, bring your friends

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Azealia Banks - Luxury Lyrics and Video

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Chorus:
Listen now, I hip you, hip you now when I whistle
Whistle out, I’m gonna switch you if you get what I hit you
With this …I’m gonna make you, run out with you
With you now I can’t forget you, get you now

Hey, hi, hello, hello, what’s up…
..I’m the one, I’m from New York
Will you be a … who told you could.. not so good
Who was it..right next to me so I could…
Your way
…you want to stay

..but that’s why I wanna be your lady
..and you know what I want, if I can, if I can
I’m gonna help you now…
Whistle out, I’m gonna switch you if you.. when I hit you
With the smile I’m gonna make you out with you
With you now, I can’t forget you, forget you know

Oh, took a trip, took a book to three friends
This bitch said it’s open season
This Miss been alone than she been
Looking for some gentlemen
I’m hoping he been
Feeling what I’m feeling and I hope that he can
..chilling for the whole team weekend
Just.. put your hands on the figure, now you’re…

Chorus:
Listen now, I hip you, hip you now when I whistle
Whistle out, I’m gonna switch you if you get what I hit you
With this …I’m gonna make you, run out with you
With you now I can’t forget you, get you now

I swear…
If you even … be a nightmare
I’mma make you… and keep you right there oh, oh

.. but that’s why
I wanna be your lady…
And you know what I want
If I could, if I could

Chorus:
Listen now, I hip you, hip you now when I whistle
Whistle out, I’m gonna switch you if you get what I hit you
With this …I’m gonna make you, run out with you
With you now I can’t forget you, get you now

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Azealia Banks - Chips Lyrics and Video

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..came with the bill came with the deal
This about to be another gym on the reels
you can dance if you’re with it but your games is on stills
But you can’t slip ..
I could great her with the…
When the strip little beams with the.. for the game and the…
Damn little ..you’re the champ, you’re the shit, you’re the glam…
Listen up Nickie, you’re a fiend, you’re a trick…
And hurt your bitch..
And your click… can you stick to the bricks?
And if it splits can you…
Put your hand on your dick…

Chorus:
High up in my mind, up in my eyes
We’ll realize this
so don’t you just show me one time
Right… the look in your eyes
I like it,
so don’t you just show me one time
Uh, uh, uh

I’m everywhere you can’t go
I’m everywhere you wish you could
..and then be involved
…that pussy good
I lift it up, and I tipped it slow
That that chocolate body that …
That flirty… blow the mercy
Do it to me, don’t hurt me, hurt me
Roll it, poll it…
Pick it up it’s so..
He packed it up and I’m throwing back
And I’m counting racks for he…
Cause he acting up and he… the slack
If I pop the trunk, then he get me…
If pump the trunk then he getting clap
I pump you rumpling and I split your back

Chorus:
High up in my mind, up in my eyes
We’ll realize this
so don’t you just show me one time
Right… the look in your eyes
I like it,
so don’t you just show me one time
Uh, uh, uh

Can I get that?
Can I get that whip
Can I take that trip
Can I get that grip
Can I split that chip on my bitch…
will you keep that shit when you hit the script…
..get them close… make them…
You make that…
Quit the chit chat…

Chorus:
High up in my mind, up in my eyes
We’ll realize this
so don’t you just show me one time
Right… the look in your eyes
I like it,
so don’t you just show me one time
Uh, uh, uh

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Azealia Banks - Fierce Lyrics and Video

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BMB bell of the ball
BNG better than the mall
never been the floor
pretty kitty..get the floor silly
never been the tour
when the purp ready on the floor
was a stur when she on the floor
givin in a oh champagne always on the pour
some happy others can applaud
..bitches..of course
wanna make I am on the shore
the prince crown and acquaint
shut it down in the bitches gone
..pery on down town ..on my head when is form
doubt the critics in the mall..shawty is a..
but the blue weed had a..other in my lawn
they expect to think in the..

I used to think I was fierce
’cause I was in all the houses
I won trophies
I used too much trade for all us too
let’s see I’m fiercer now
’cause I got a job, I got an education
and I got somebody waiting at home for me god damn it
now one queen ask me the other day
was it, she told me:you think you’re fierce?
I said: of course
she said all queens save their fierce
it said miss all queens at me

Don’t never see I’m a queen for the eyes
the reason why I’m in luxury design
so she throw ahead the time come queen press us to the prize
witness is a better switch lie
I’m from the belly at night
gorgeous for the smile the girl with the mind
..in the pearl on the shine
fuck em so our house in the sky

The house, the house, work me the house

You pay ten dollar get to the board
work me the house, work me the house
’cause you pay ten dollars to get to the board
you work me the house, work me the house
’cause you pay ten dollar get to the board
work me the house, work me the house
’cause you pay ten dollars to get to the board
you work me the house, work me the house
’cause you pay ten dollars to much
the house, the house, the house, the house
work me god damn it

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Azealia Banks - Paradiso Lyrics and Video

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You can send if you want to, fun if you want to
they in the shade all day if you run to
..assure you hustle like adore you
bitches fuck whatever she say can afford to
what you know about open out P west
relax recess sort of pull the b chest
be senzy look at little bandy and it’s too..looking like a bengy
can we kick it in the..
resign it where we can see
..she a leader in the champion
coko jeans..dreams things
palm..it’s so amazing a
switch it from the..

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CyHi Da Prynce - 100 Bottles Lyrics and Video (Ft. Chris Brown & Big Sean)

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Chorus:
We’re in the mother fucking building!
A hundred fucking bottles
A hundred fucking bottles
A hundred fucking bottles
A hundred fucking bottles
A hundred fucking bottles
A hundred fucking bottles
Stunnin’ is my motto
Wit two-hundred bad models
A hundred fucking bottles
A hundred fucking bottles
A hundred fucking bottles
I need a hundred fucking bottles
A hundred fucking bottles
A hundred fucking bottles
Stunnin’ is my motto
Wit two-hundred bad models

A hundred fucking bottles, I wanna fuck a model
I got her on Patron, she open like a novel
I told her make it wavle while I grab her from behind
This shit made her wind so I ordered some Muscato
A couple hookers and a bucket of that Rose
We’re up in your bitch, niggers grilling like your pole
Twenty bottles waters, cranberry as a…
Throw that money in the air, watch it flow like it snows flake
I smell like Cush and…
I’m on that gin and juice and I’m feeling like the..
I’ll be lying if I’m saying that I wasn’t drunk
It feels like I smoke the hundred blunt

Chorus:
A hundred fucking bottles
A hundred fucking bottles
A hundred fucking bottles
A hundred fucking bottles
A hundred fucking bottles
A hundred fucking bottles
Stunnin’ is my motto
Wit two-hundred bad models
A hundred fucking bottles
A hundred fucking bottles
A hundred fucking bottles
I need a hundred fucking bottles
A hundred fucking bottles
A hundred fucking bottles
Stunnin’ is my motto
Wit two-hundred bad mode

Oh my god waiter,
We packed up in this bitch,
And I’m feeling the hater vapors, yeah it’s hot up in this bitch!
But boy you will never phase me,
And I know why you hate me
Cause my fucking cleaning lady
Look hotter than your bitch,
And you know I’m about to spend
A hundred racks up in this bar, bar.
You don’t wanna drink you wanna be noisy Mrs.Aard-Vark
And I know that you not to rejection,
But if you don’t get naked get the fuck up out my section!

Chorus:
I’ma need a hundred fucking bottles
A hundred fucking bottles
A hundred fucking bottles
A hundred fucking bottles
I need a hundred fucking bottles
A hundred fucking bottles
A hundred fucking bottles
Stunnin’ is my motto
Wit two-hundred bad models
A hundred fucking bottles
A hundred fucking bottles
A hundred fucking bottles
A hundred fucking bottles
A hundred fucking bottles
A hundred fucking bottles
Stunnin’ is my motto
Wit two-hundred bad models

You know I do it the biggest
Got these bitch niggas hating me
Got these bad bitches ..
Holding down my city, but I picked up the commission
Boy, I ride my city so I need my permission
Is the champagne pissing? Drink it till I might drown
Seen her in a wedding dress, I’ve seen her in her night gown
Will she take me our to eat, while you’ll be trying to eat her out
Got a hundred fucking bottles bowing with my inner out
Damn right, I got a hundred fucking bottles

Chorus:
I need a hundred fucking bottles
A hundred fucking bottles
A hundred fucking bottles
A hundred fucking bottles
What you want?
I need a hundred fucking bottles
A hundred fucking bottles
A hundred fucking bottles
A hundred fucking bottles
Stunnin’ is my motto
Wit two-hundred bad models
A hundred fucking bottles
A hundred fucking bottles
A hundred fucking bottles
Stunnin’ is my motto
Wit two-hundred bad models

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Baby now you do, now you do

I’m on the fast track, I’m on the cast track
I get hand sex, I get ass smacked
To the ushy cakes, trips to the mall
On titty jakes, and when they see me ways
All up them checks yes, I see 8 efs
That wet nigga whip it without no steps
You half court nigga, ain’t no press
On your album,
So man fuck your mixing
All a nigga make is rich tapes
Put it in the back, niggas better honor my flac
Niggas better honor my swag
Really came here with the mac
If you wanna act, I don’t wanna do you like that
Hit your man girl from the back
Kinda like a fender bender
I knew a couple on my landis
And every now and then I bend her
Corner on her, I don’t fuck coroners
And a blunt that dope, my uncle Roder
And my hundred sponsors, even money coking
I’m running rap, a nigga got 8 9 hunned stacks
Without running packs, that fast track
Them French fries can’t fuck around
With you simple guys is be hating
Is ceo, Shawty kay been gone for like 100 days
And you still ain’t seen it’s po but we cashing
And I’m ashing in that Bentley drop

Baby now you do, waiting for that fendi dro
Just in case you ain’t know, we be flexing that gold
And the clothes, in the malls baby
Baby now you do, you was acting brand new
Like you didn’t have a clue
Just who we the dudes baby
Baby now you do,
And the clothes, in the malls baby
Baby now you do, you was acting brand new
Like you didn’t have a clue
Just who we the dudes baby

Nigga you know the purp, you know the syrup
So put that in that soda first
And if your bitch look good, I’ma chop that wood
I’ma lace my shoes and go to work!
I’m working, working, but this shit is not a job
I applaud when she give me head
With a lot of slob a lot of suckers did tried me
And I don’t know what you thought it was
But the phone fuck with your pasi
Don’t ask me bout my car keys and what I’m driving
Who I’m drilling, go and watch man I’m cold chilling
Smoke smoke and we drink drink,
And we don’t care about what they did
Cause you don’t even wanna wear it till you seen me with it
My old piece you wanna marry cause you heard I hit it
I’m showing love to the city man you know I’m with it
Down like 100 fitting, …

Just in case you ain’t know, we be flexing that gold
And the clothes, in the malls baby
Baby now you do, you was acting brand new
Like you didn’t have a clue
Just who we the dudes baby
Baby now you do,
And the clothes, in the malls baby
Baby now you do, you was acting brand new
Like you didn’t have a clue
Just who we the dudes baby.

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