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'Koolin' Lyrics - DJ Victoriouz (Ft. Twista & King L)
Here is Koolin Lyrics by DJ Victoriouz Ft. Twista & King L

Roll up the dough, roll up the dough,
bitch will be koolin'
blow up the giant, bitch we've been koolin'
call up some dutch, bitch we've been koolin
lot of benz in my rubby, chains bitch I'll be koolin'.
We've been koolin', bitch we've been koolin'.
we've been koolin', bitch we've been koolin'.
All the shit, smoking dope, we've been koolin'
f*cking all this bad hoes, we've been koolin'.

See me koolin' in a lock, in a drop, full of narrow apart
and nah, do a niggas not,
got for Louie forever on do, he head me hot,
he was chillin' on the block, what a thought
and he was koolin', but he got the tool in,
watching them niggas, I don't know who they think they foolin'
never take a day off, like a machine is slace off,
I take your bitch, your block, I'll take your whip and that's face off
then been waste off of my A six,
don't mess with the pulse I ask haters,
when I'll be with my niggas I don't worry about em,
but it's all a ride with my banger,
only dutching woods and white paper,
don't smoke no blunts with no strangers
they don't..the cup with no anger and I'll get too high to any danger,
I'm a boss surrounded by them niggas that will not go pop..
ain't no talk, so learn your lesson no end up dress the ..
'cause you're soft I can prove it,
don't make me do it,
but I'd rather be over that cup ain't nothing to it,
now that you go, got fucked up so I can fool it,
we wish just chillin, smoking blunt so we was coolin,

[Hook:]

Catch me down the rich koolin' nigga I murder rap,
catch me in the straight and bumpin boss murder rap,
coolin with your bitch she own me, she say I'm too cool,
get your..soft the cool and pass me..
then my movie I'll be koolin, smoking watch and..
sister got the heat koolin, while I'm poppin it,
your bitch cool, she roll my weed from me when we koolin;
you'll be buggin, study callin her, why we koolin'
bright that shine and all this diamonds on my cool eyes,
got your bitch on the corner with her cute eyes
she want a Louie as it cool f*ck it with you,
I'm like sure, I'm a cool individual.

[Hook:]

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'Street Religion' Lyrics - Mayalino (Ft. Pusha T)
Here is Street Religion Lyrics by Mayalino Ft. Pusha T

I know the plug, I’m talking to the plug
Without the plug, nigga we starving
Cars getting repo, diamonds stop sparklin
These pity hoes leave us, and fuck the next boss man
No more feregamo, herman’s or gevanchi shit
No more coupe, no more chain or this rollie shit
No more friends, no more bottles in the club shit
Baby mama trippin, cause I ain’t giving her shit
I rather be inprisoned than this broke shit
2004 shit, big Joe snitching
Losie came home, 9 years different
Abel came home 10 years different
3 years in the fed, just went by
I came back to the plug and got on my grind
100 000 just drove by, them shady niggas hate me
Cause mayalino does shine

[Hook]
Street religion, we living
Kilograms nigga, we livin,
Kilograms nigga, we livin,
Kilograms nigga, we livin,
This is street religion
Kilograms nigga, we livin,
Kilograms nigga, we livin,
Kilograms nigga, we livin,

Yeah, these fakes rap a thousand grams
Shit, you gotta show me where your money at
Shit, show me where your jewelry at nigga
Nigga, show me where the cars at
Before the deal, these niggas didn’t have that
Before the deal, I promise they ain’t have that
I’m a million dollar nigga way before rap
Half of mill in 3 days man we sold crack
10 000 that you stole, you can have that
50 000 that you kept, you can have that
10 mil the feds kept, they can have that
Free my nigga pete grams, hundred million dollars man
Shit, I just wanna fuck and ball
Shit, I just wanna fuck and ball
Cause when the feds come, I loose it all
Cause when the feds come, I loose it all

[Hook]
Street religion, we living
Kilograms nigga, we livin,
Kilograms nigga, we livin,
Kilograms nigga, we livin,
This is street religion
Kilograms nigga, we livin,
Kilograms nigga, we livin,
Kilograms nigga, we livin,

Get money blow money, get money again, fuck it
My street religion comes from needs deep in sinnin
Winnin by any means, my malcolm x beginnings
Sellin dope start to finish, then we replenish
They told me I could be anything, I chose the chemist
They showed me I could be anything, I chose the menace
Old dog hair platted, trap house, air mattress
Mayalino threw an extra bricks now that’s a care package
What you know about dining with your jeweler
When the karats weight in ounces and it’s measured with the ruler
Ever flew your bitch out to the islands to try and scuba
And she can’t even swim, terry mugla tooth
…on the skin, hunned dollar pedicure
So she just dip em in, thousand dollar weave…
She don’t even bend, cause she don’t see the sense
This is living, this is pyrex vision
This is kitchen counter top, chop chop with precision, push!

[Hook]
Street religion, we living
Kilograms nigga, we livin,
Kilograms nigga, we livin,
Kilograms nigga, we livin,
This is street religion
Kilograms nigga, we livin,
Kilograms nigga, we livin,
Kilograms nigga, we livin.

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'Cheers' Lyrics - Cassidy (Ft. Sterling Simms)
Here is Cheers Lyrics by Cassidy Ft. Sterling Simms

I’m always hustling I’m always on the block
I’m always making moves and it don’t never stop
I’m never looking back, head up in this game
Cause it never went no one ever knew my name
So put your glass in the air

As a child, I smiled for the cameras
And got the chance to be a star like ted danza
And I got a chance to ball just like the answer
I’m a problem and my album is bananas
I’m a cancer, on point like an antler
Ain’t nothing changed, same shit different pamper
So put your cup in the air and say cheers
I deserve the shine, I been signed for 8 years, yeah

Now everybody love my name
Cassidy the hustler
I’m not the… it’s still the same
I gotta keep on hustling, moving with all this faith
I gotta make this money everyday
Can’t go back to struggling
Now that I got this fame
I’ma make sure people know my name
Cassidy the hustler

I’m always hustling I’m always on the block
I’m always making moves and it don’t never stop
I’m never looking back, head up in this game
Cause it never went no one ever knew my name
So put your glass in the air

Hey yo, I’m a ceo, I’m high powered
But once upon a time I hustled and sold powder
I can’t work the job for 10 dollars an hour
When the damn gallon of gas is 5 dollars
So I be bringing the garlic like why father
I work to make it in the eye of rest take it
See that street money they can’t trace it
That’s why they lock it up, all the trappers that get cake it

Now everybody love my name
Cassidy the hustler
I’m not the… it’s still the same
I gotta keep on hustling, moving with all this faith
I gotta make this money everyday
Can’t go back to struggling
Now that I got this fame
I’ma make sure people know my name
Cassidy the hustler

I’m always hustling I’m always on the block
I’m always making moves and it don’t never stop
I’m never looking back, head up in this game
Cause it never went no one ever knew my name
So put your glass in the air

Yeh, I’m steady hustling to get my bread up
I ain’t go platinum, yet but I kept my head up
I’m fed up, I know that I ain’t eating right
But ain’t a day go by that I can eat
So I can sleep at night
I used to be the dude nobody recognized
Now I hold weight and I ain’t talking bout exercise
I used to sell drugs, my freedom I jeopardize
Now I’m in the booth cooking crack, I ain’t looking back

Now everybody love my name
Cassidy the hustler
I’m not the… it’s still the same
I gotta keep on hustling, moving with all this faith
I gotta make this money everyday
Can’t go back to struggling
Now that I got this fame
I’ma make sure people know my name
Cassidy the hustler

I’m always hustling I’m always on the block
I’m always making moves and it don’t never stop
I’m never looking back, head up in this game
Cause it never went no one ever knew my name
So put your glass in the air.

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'Crash Out Cheez Dope' Lyrics - Project Pat
Here is Crash Out Cheez Dope Lyrics by Project Pat

(Intro)
Whips, ho
Memphis 10 wuddup
ATM wuddup
Smoking on that strong my nigga

(Hook)
Crash out, crash out
They gon make me crash out
Crash out, crash out
Bullet, gun and mask out
Crash out, crash out
They gon make me crash out
Crash out, crash out
Bullet, gun and mask out
I want that cheez dope
I want that cheez dope
I want that cheez dope
I want that cheez dope
I want that cheez dope
I want that cheez dope
I want that cheez dope
I want that cheez dope

(Interlude)
Throw a nigga ass off, wild like I’m bad so
All these fuckin bills do gon make a nigga crash off
Throw a nigga ass off, wild like I’m bad so
All these fuckin
I want that cheez dope
I want that cheez dope
Throw a nigga ass off, wild like I’m bad so
All these fuckin bills do gon make a nigga crash off
Crash out, clash in
Nigga gon check that cash in

(Verse)
Make a nigga put that mask on
AK bullets smashin
Bust them bricks on side of buildings
Niggas run and run like children
Play with my life, that’s gon hurt you
Chop a victim like a burger
Man don’t make no promises to niggas who will kill some
Tell that man too juked off
Oh you got to kill with him
They ain’t gave me that but I ain’t givin a gram to that bitch
On quarter chick, fuck that boy, I stand on that shit
Whip this automatic to your mouth like a muzzle
Back of your head all in pieces like a puzzle

(Hook)
Crash out, crash out
They gon make me crash out
Crash out, crash out
Bullet, gun and mask out
Crash out, crash out
They gon make me crash out
Crash out, crash out
Bullet, gun and mask out
I want that cheez dope
I want that cheez dope
I want that cheez dope
I want that cheez dope
I want that cheez dope
I want that cheez dope
I want that cheez dope
I want that cheez dope

(Verse)
Automatics make niggas run down the 2-0-1
2 detective offices get to tell it like my son
Buns missin off the prod, look that means anyone
Who’s around getting shot up, bullets in they lung
I ain’t tryina hear that bullshit, got friends can be pose
Claiming that you real but deep inside you a ho
Hoes callin taxin niggas when that money’s good
When you fall of that flexin niggas,
Bitch, keep it hood bitch
Keep it real, automatic steel to your forehead
Set me up with them robbers, bullet in that force
Get sore, get snapped with that burn up ruger 9
Blew his balls off, hell abortion like a bitch freakin flurpin time

(Hook)
Crash out, crash out
They gon make me crash out
Crash out, crash out
Bullet, gun and mask out
Crash out, crash out
They gon make me crash out
Crash out, crash out
Bullet, gun and mask out
I want that cheez dope
I want that cheez dope
I want that cheez dope
I want that cheez dope
I want that cheez dope
I want that cheez dope
I want that cheez dope
I want that cheez dope

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'Extra' Lyrics - Project Pat (Ft. ChrizMillz)
Here is Extra Lyrics by Project Pat Ft. ChrizMillz

(Hook)
I drop 3 zips and got 50 extra
Fish scale yola, got a different texture
Stupid in the kitchen, say I’m doing extra
Plug think I’m cool, fool do me extra
40 pounds ain’t enough, I’ma need some extra
So a nigga flexin, she say I’m mackin extra
But one bitch ain’t enough, I’ma get some extra
One strap ain’t the bizness, I’ma need some extra

(Verse)
They say a nigga greedy cause I feel I need extra
Take it to the kitchen, whippin chickens make em extra
Watch out I finess it, put the remix on that flex shit
Got a couple extra bills, I’ma need some extra
Gams, grams, trap, jumpin out the gym, boing
Dope on the table, see them fishscale fiends
Cellphone blowin up, fiends screamin winnin
Last night was booming, reel up and did it again
These hoes say I’m flexin talkin bout I’m mackin extra
These bitches, they are short and they tight, give you some extra
Call up my shooter, knock em off, I’ll pay you extra
Run up on that pussy, give em a red light special

(Hook)
I drop 3 zips and got 50 extra
Fish scale yola, got a different texture
Stupid in the kitchen, say I’m doing extra
Plug think I’m cool, fool do me extra
40 pounds ain’t enough, I’ma need some extra
So a nigga flexin, she say I’m mackin extra
But one bitch ain’t enough, I’ma get some extra
One strap ain’t the bizness, I’ma need some extra

(Verse)
I’m baking out the ash, baking soda mixture
Straight drop, 1, flip, 2 and got them extra
A girlfriend like to get geek I brought some extra
Running through that pack I told the plug I need some extra
Lookin real slick with the check from the extra
Love them 50 slices in the bed she do some extra
Head game ridiculous I gave her something extra
Shoppin sprees on Tuesdays, true religion at the extra
My sack was getting low, that liquor sweet, I had to flex it
I’m never sattisfied, I go so hard to get that extra
You sittin on your ass, expect to come up on some extra
Pussy ass niggas make you go and buy some extra
Clips automatic, choppers spray I give em extra
You can thank me later, extra hard on these haters
All these niggas snitchin, talking extra on them papers
Fuckin all they slices, let these suckers with the vapors

(Hook)
I drop 3 zips and got 50 extra
Fish scale yola, got a different texture
Stupid in the kitchen, say I’m doing extra
Plug think I’m cool, fool do me extra
40 pounds ain’t enough, I’ma need some extra
So a nigga flexin, she say I’m mackin extra
But one bitch ain’t enough, I’ma get some extra
One strap ain’t the bizness, I’ma need some extra

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'Jack One' Lyrics - Project Pat
Here is Jack One Lyrics by Project Pat

(Hook x2)
Jack one, snack one, run up with your sacks up
Anybody boom boom boom, give it up or I’mma shoot
Jack one, snack one, run up with your sacks up
Anybody boom boom boom, give it up or I’mma shoot

(Verse)
40 in my hand but nigga I jack one
Slap one, cut a-fuckin-head to the fat one
Been about it, ask about me, nigga I’nt no fuckin joke
Nigga play with me then up in smoke his ass a go
I don’t give a fuck about a charge, nigga know that
Pounding all street goons nigga and I show that
Choppa bullets rain on yo ass, where you go at
Tear that bitch down, have yo face but I flow at
Cap on dog, I’mma burn me a nigga today
Fool brought my money, I don’t mind catching a fuckin case
Get down, like the mob, in my hood they raise me
Niggas start a problem then that nigga gotta pay me

(Hook x2)
Jack one, snack one, run up with your sacks up
Anybody boom boom boom, give it up or I’mma shoot
Jack one, snack one, run up with your sacks up
Anybody boom boom boom, give it up or I’mma shoot

(Verse)
Who wan’ a war with a nigga like me?
I done done time, been a beast in these streets
I done done crime nigga you can ask the skreets
Nigga I ain’t lyin, I was raised in the streets
I do yo ass back on these fuckin round me
Call my goons from the side, watch em fly to Tennessee
Man we a kill every snitch we think will testify
Let’s see how many motherfuckers wanna test me now
Hand on the trigger and nigga I do it
Dog I don’t give a fuck, it ain’t nothing to it
Robbery my specialty, your pockets full of thug
I ride by myself cuz I don’t trust none

(Hook x2)
Jack one, snack one, run up with your sacks up
Anybody boom boom boom, give it up or I’mma shoot
Jack one, snack one, run up with your sacks up
Anybody boom boom boom, give it up or I’mma shoot

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'Sackful' Lyrics - Project Pat (Ft. Nasty Mane)
Here is Sackful Lyrics by Project Pat Ft. Nasty Mane

(Intro)
A motherfucker got me fucked up in here playin but I ain’t payin
I ain’t shakin my ass for shit
Talk about your motherfucker baller
So drop it out

(Hook)
I need my sackful, I need my sackful
I need my sackful, I need my sackful
I need my sackful, I need my sackful
I need my bills paid, I need my sackful

(Bridge)
So where them dollars daddy? Where them dollars daddy?
Where them dollars daddy? Where them dollars daddy?
Where them dollars daddy? Where them dollars daddy?
Where them dollars daddy? Where them dollars daddy?

(Verse)
These girls asking for their grip and they screaming it,
Better pay for that dance or you ain’t shit and she meaning it,
They want that money more than dick and she finin it,
Prometazine in my Sprite, I’m leanin it
I’m looking like a million bucks these bitches looking for bucks,
Fuckin on these niggas pockets, she need nigga like sluts,
I’m screaming pimpin while I’m tippin ’cause I’m bout that bread
I aks shawty bout that head this is what she said

(Hook)
I need my sackful, I need my sackful
I need my sackful, I need my sackful
I need my sackful, I need my sackful
I need my bills paid, I need my sackful

(Bridge)
So where them dollars daddy? Where them dollars daddy?
Where them dollars daddy? Where them dollars daddy?
Where them dollars daddy? Where them dollars daddy?
Where them dollars daddy? Where them dollars daddy?

(Verse)
All these 20’s bank rollin like a phonebook
If ye ain’t tippin stand back, you just came to look
She want them dollars on the stop, fuck a check uh
I feed these hoes long dick, no cook book
She got my name on her ass, that’s a good look
I swear she got some superhead, she gon write a book
She on that paper talk, I ain’t got the nigga hook
Slidin down that pole like a fire chief
Pussy poppin for that chedda, she about a dollar cheez
She down south dick but she from out east
Whole body tatted up, a ghetto masterpiece
She all about her guap, she speakin guapanese

(Hook)
I need my sackful, I need my sackful
I need my sackful, I need my sackful
I need my sackful, I need my sackful
I need my bills paid, I need my sackful

(Bridge)
So where them dollars daddy? Where them dollars daddy?
Where them dollars daddy? Where them dollars daddy?
Where them dollars daddy? Where them dollars daddy?
Where them dollars daddy? Where them dollars daddy?

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