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'We Run The Streets' Lyrics - Future Ft. Young Scooter
Here is We Run The Streets Lyrics by Future Ft. Young Scooter

We run the streets
We run the radio,nigga
They’re gonna cheat
You got to pay for it nigga
I ain’ tryin to eat
You got to wait for it ,nigga
They got some keys

I got trucks ,nigga,trucks
I get money flowing rap
Money,flow rap,money
Money,not a problem,man
Burden not a problem
Bitches,not a problem,nigga
Wallet,not a problem,yeah
…Nigga,keep that money
Nigga,drop it to the floor
Nigga come on,push it
Nigga,playin’ golf,you all
Nigga movin’ …
Nigga know the tears,yeah

We run the streets
We run the radio,nigga
They’re gonna cheat
You got to pay for it nigga
I ain’ tryin to eat
You got to wait for it ,nigga
They got some keys
I got to pay for it,nigga

I’m on my way fast asking for a date
Ladies won’t leave aside ,asking,beggin’ me to stay
Free bags of rock …
When I …ahead ,I made a million dollar estate
Plus I run the streets
I got no…
30.000 dollars,30.million,just to run the show
Ass in my pocket,fuck the wallet
I don’t know,hoe
2 million …on the radio
Swamp,swamp
You better do it
Swamp,swamp,
You better do it

We run the streets
We run the radio,nigga
They’re gonna cheat
You got to pay for it nigga
I ain’ tryin to eat
You got to wait for it ,nigga
They got some keys
I got to pay for it ,nigga

I have hundreds,no,wait,fans
Asking for me
I got trucks next to trucks
I get money,no rap
Money no rap
Money ,real rap

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'Money' Lyrics - Young Scooter ft. Wiz Khalifa
Here is Money Lyrics by Young Scooter Ft. Wiz Khalif

(Hook)
Money, money, money, money,
20’s, 50’s, hunnits,
Money, money, money, money
We workin them trenches
In my neighborhood
Everything all good
Everybody get in touch
Money, money, money, money,
20’s, 50’s, hunnits,
Money, money, money, money

(Verse)
A thousand, bricks
Hector, he keep it comin
Every day I cap a hundred
Thousand, nigga
I’m getting money
So it’s no more serving junkies
Thinkin bout that half a mill, I drew it out the carcass
Real shit, no lie, just me and a couple junkies
That 4-4 shit have a nigga money hungry
Keep 100 thousand on me
To blow it with my homie

(Hook)
Money, money, money, money,
20’s, 50’s, hunnits,
Money, money, money, money
We workin them trenches
In my neighborhood
Everything all good
Everybody get in touch
Money, money, money, money,
20’s, 50’s, hunnits,
Money, money, money, money

(Verse)
Taylor, Gang
Nigga I rep that over errythang
See me I live life in the fast lane
Nigga I’m takin shots, smoking Mary Jane
Don’t need security, I got my own guns
Keep Forgiato rims on all my old schools
Ain’t talkin shit, boy i’m talkin money
Khalifa, throwin hunnits
Fuck thirsty, them bitches hungry for this

(Hook)
Money, money, money, money,
20’s, 50’s, hunnits,
Money, money, money, money
We workin them trenches
In my neighborhood
Everything all good
Everybody get in touch
Money, money, money, money,
20’s, 50’s, hunnits,
Money, money, money, money

(Verse)
Money, I wanna marry you
You know I really need you
Remember that day you left me
I couldn’t believe it
Cut it cus we couldn’t think
I couldn’t do shit without you
But them birds up under that sink
Stretch em out, that’s what Young Scooter do
Every hunnit pack I get I bury bout a brick or two
That’s just for the drop
Whatever I get, that shit get ran through
Drugs in the south, I made drugs out west too
Take a chance for that paper, that’s what money do

(Hook)
Money, money, money, money,
20’s, 50’s, hunnits,
Money, money, money, money

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'U Mean 2 Tell Me' Lyrics - Plies ft. Young Scooter
Here is U Mean 2 Tell Me Lyrics by Plies Ft. Young Scooter

(Hook x2)
You mean to tell me you fuckin all these niggas, you ain’t got no money
You mean to tell me nigga you ain’t a boss, you just a runner
You mean to tell me you ain’t really got it, you get flexin
You mean to tell me got you down, Tiny made you tell it

(Verse)
You say you the brick man
But you can’t make bond
You say you ride Raris but never drove a foreign
I’m a real brick man and all my plugs they foreign
I get bricks so say so
Some days when I get bored
This bitch keep callin my phone
These hoes talkin bout she’s broke
I’ll play it how it go
Bitch better come sell some dope
Take me to yo boss man, nigga this ain’t yo game
In my hood we got black Mexicans, cus we live in Mexico

(Hook x2)
You mean to tell me you fuckin all these niggas, you ain’t got no money
You mean to tell me nigga you ain’t a boss, you just a runner
You mean to tell me you ain’t really got it, you get flexin
You mean to tell me got you down, Tiny made you tell it

(Verse)
Got 2 or 3 nigag you fuckin
But they call that bitch call you a liar
You have to choppa this choppa this choppa that
That silence you ain’t used, you bout that
Said you told I’m the next man
Just cus he told on you
Just cus another nigga tryna stay
That nigga tryna stay too
How you mad at this hoe?
Just cause she fuckin yo dude
That might be tellin you suck
Yo coochie ain’t that good
Was at the same strip club, nigga you what
But that ass ain’t throw shit
Now you out here with all this brick talk
Nigga 6 on yo chip I’m that brick

(Hook x2)
You mean to tell me you fuckin all these niggas, you ain’t got no money
You mean to tell me nigga you ain’t a boss, you just a runner
You mean to tell me you ain’t really got it, you get flexin
You mean to tell me got you down, Tiny made you tell it

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'Everything Ours' Lyrics - Future ATL (Ft. Young Scooter)
Here is Everything Ours Lyrics by Future ATL Ft. Young Scooter

[Hook]
That money bring you power, that money bring you power
That bills and that powder
We chokin off that sour
And all this money ours
That money bring you power, that money bring you power
That bills and that powder
We chokin off that sour
And all these bitches ours

I’m leanin like I’m on the 5th of henny
I be trippin like they here from the beginning
I’m in the space girl you know sky’s not my limit
I keep some racks on me like I be playing tennis
My girl she waking up and she ain’t shoppin in this
She strangin out we at the harvard and we spendin
I’m in that lamborghini no it’s not no really
You see this ice on me and on my windows
She want that rubber, I’ma go and put it in her
I’m on that dolla, I’ma jump right on in it
She on that miley cyrus thing go bout the bindess
She told her friends I’m bragging on no way of hittin it

[Hook]
That money bring you power, that money bring you power
That bills and that powder
We chokin off that sour
And all this money ours
That money bring you power, that money bring you power
That bills and that powder
We chokin off that sour
And all these bitches ours

I got money, I got power, I was born with respect
I know how them bands look, with your dope I gotta check
Threw a 60 on my wrist, 120 round my neck
Just to flex last Sunday, 50 thous on a bet
30 thousand dollar rollie, got a draped up in …
20 thous dollars flights, free bands riding jets
A lot of rappers get extorted, gotta pay for they respect
We record on gold mikes cause we don’t make nothing but hits
And I got your bitch with me, she the driver on the licks
6 bricks on 6, niggas bout them frankelins
I’m a certified plug nigga I always got it in
I supply all the drugs, tell me what you tryina spend

[Hook]
That money bring you power, that money bring you power
That bills and that powder
We chokin off that sour
And all this money ours
That money bring you power, that money bring you power
That bills and that powder
We chokin off that sour
And all these bitches ours.

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'Missing' Lyrics - Future ATL (Ft. Big Bank Black & Young Scooter)
Here is Missing Lyrics by Future ATL Ft. Big Bank Black & Young Scooter

Hook:
We grab a funeral on your..
fuck around her and I'm missing
drop top off coop,
the brains all is dismissed.
Gas purple on your hair nigga,
you fuck around and call I'm missing
got a brand of new Bugatti nigga,
and my..came on this.

I ain't seen em, how you seen em,
hell Lord I know you miss em,
last time a niggas aw he's the world start dissin
and disrespect the fail try to go against the mall,
I'ma say 7 30, what's the last touch she saw
heard the kidnapped the boy, but it could be a rumor,
investigation crap seen, they found the body bout..
his partner down the roll see me death threats and shots,
he flood in that system just staff for the dot,
a 20 dollar car maker, y'all nigga go hard,
going ..on myself and I get ..
you gonna fuck around and fuck around and fuck around you miss,
this the first and last time I warned you by this,

[Hook:]

Hundred round that chopper nigga, hundred round that chopper,
..get you smoking
like a back of dope, yeah I get it
..you're running up, cut your foot on,
I get this key don't flip em nigga,
and f*ck your hands off,
I half and grab a mollie knock your man off
a whole brick of boy they knock your fam..
they turned up right my way,
they turned up not my way,
brrr, they pulling up this brand everything
they pulling up and spread everything
they gonna flip your top for a whole day,

[Hook:]

I had to realize, these niggas talking like hoes,
playing p**sy nigga gang don't get no brain exposed,
nigga know like I know, never cost family and folks,
give me soft with your head, we make the fuck nigga for,
f*ck nigga decent then we ain't playin attention
you ain't gotta respond, just know we're sending them killers,
roll the coop, you wanna be in the loop,
just know the circle too tight, we don't f*ck with niggas like you,
a bag of their gas, some make me all niggas smash,
4 brick and a half, nigga whipe out all fast,
so keep it cooler nigga, what you're doing look nigga,
follow rules little nigga, and salute little nigga.

[Hook:]

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'Trap House Wit No Doors' Lyrics - Future (Ft. Young Scooter)
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Hey yo esco, pour me up another cup of that dirty
Act ready to go … on that exotic…we bout to go in

Trap house wit no doors, I got 40 rooms
Penthouse with a flow, feel like you…
Very bad bitches, every single color
Birds still flying, and don’t have to touch them
Trap house wit no doors, I got 40 rooms
Penthouse with a flow, feel like you…
Very bad bitches, every single color
Birds still flying, and don’t have to touch them

Photo …inside the dummy
Trap house wit no doors, … is walking…
Coming with a loaf, you know I’m going …
I’m stick it to the code, that’s all out…
G shit, g shit, yeah, I’m a hustler
Them bees in, bees in, I’ma move them like a truck
Got a bird’s eye view, with a penthouse room
My lil yellow bitch laid in the house …the room
She bad and she fine, she sleeping on birds
I Versace my sheets, spend by a hundred this week
I bought the 2 …fully loaded and added the…
And I’ma get it right back when you get …

Trap house wit no doors, I got 40 rooms
Penthouse with a flow, feel like you…
Very bad bitches, every single color
Birds still flying, and don’t have to touch them
Trap house wit no doors, I got 40 rooms
Penthouse with a flow, feel like you…
Very bad bitches, every single color
Birds still flying, and don’t have to touch them

I take the Malley, you gonna swear I done been to college
Feel like I’m on a Schroon, all this money in this room
Water flow like … man I swear my diamonds the shiniest
… can’t even tell what time it is
Put the 5 on high, let it cook and dry
Hit my cellie, when you get through, I’ma stop by
We get to the money, send birds on fly…
Cooking that money, on the corn every day and night…

Trap house wit no doors, I got 40 rooms
Penthouse with a flow, feel like you…
Very bad bitches, every single color
Birds still flying, and don’t have to touch them
Trap house wit no doors, I got 40 rooms
Penthouse with a flow, feel like you…
Very bad bitches, every single color
Birds still flying, and don’t have to touch them

Trap house wit no doors…cook my work all week on the stove
On Sunday I use the flow
2 guys with no doors…
Remix, remix, I sell them all half and half
… I let them birds take a bath
Leaning how I feel, eyes closed counting racks
My head is a …I got everybody mad
When my spot open, you can’t even sell a …
Trap house wit no doors, come and buy yourself some swag

Trap house wit no doors, I got 40 rooms
Penthouse with a flow, feel like you…
Very bad bitches, every single color
Birds still flying, and don’t have to touch them
Trap house wit no doors, I got 40 rooms
Penthouse with a flow, feel like you…
Very bad bitches, every single color
Birds still flying, and don’t have to touch them.

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