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Young Thug - Guwop Lyrics
I need that bacon bitch, we buyin' dope, that's how it go Like a Migos, rep that Freebandz That 44., I could cook the dope with no stove Pot on the floor Pull up in that coupe shit, they like damn where the roof went In the streets, they call me Jay Z, cause bitch I got the blueprint No nigga, I don't want no old hunnids, you know I want 'em ...
I need that bacon bitch, we buyin' dope, that's how it go Like a Migos, rep that Freebandz That 44., I could cook the dope with no stove Pot on the floor Pull up in that coupe shit, they like damn where the roof went In the streets, they call me Jay Z, cause bitch I got the blueprint No nigga, I don't want no old hunnids, you know I want 'em ...
YOUNG THUG - GUWOP LYRICS
I need that bacon, bitch, we buyin' dope, that's how it go Like a Migos, bout the Freebandz That 44., I could cook the dope with no stove Pot on the floor Pull up in that coupe shit, nigga like damn, where the roof went? In the streets, they call me Jay Z, cause bitch, I got the blueprint
I need that bacon, bitch, we buyin' dope, that's how it go Like a Migos, bout the Freebandz That 44., I could cook the dope with no stove Pot on the floor Pull up in that coupe shit, nigga like damn, where the roof went? In the streets, they call me Jay Z, cause bitch, I got the blueprint
Fredo Santana - Cook The Dope Up Lyrics
Cook the dope up, dope Cook the dope up, dope My trap be boomin' it don't slow up. Cook the dope up, dough Cook the dope up, dough In the kitchen whippin' cookin' dope up. Cook the dope up, dope Cook the dope up, dope My trap be boomin' it don't slow up.
Cook the dope up, dope Cook the dope up, dope My trap be boomin' it don't slow up. Cook the dope up, dough Cook the dope up, dough In the kitchen whippin' cookin' dope up. Cook the dope up, dope Cook the dope up, dope My trap be boomin' it don't slow up.
Young Thug - Guwop Lyrics
That 44., I could cook the dope with no stove Pot on the floor Pull up in that coupe shit, nigga like damn, where the roof went? In the streets, they call me Jay Z, cause bitch, I got the blueprint No nigga, I don't want no old hunnids, you know I want 'em blue strips
That 44., I could cook the dope with no stove Pot on the floor Pull up in that coupe shit, nigga like damn, where the roof went? In the streets, they call me Jay Z, cause bitch, I got the blueprint No nigga, I don't want no old hunnids, you know I want 'em blue strips
Young Scooter - Cooking Lyrics
Cook that dope up You’re a water whipper Cook that dope up You make an easy million Cooking that dope up Every project buildings Cooking dope up Every project I go in These niggas cooking dope up It’s free dope Friday and I’m giving Jay’s wake-up The line at the spot the shoot straight up in the shape up
Cook that dope up You’re a water whipper Cook that dope up You make an easy million Cooking that dope up Every project buildings Cooking dope up Every project I go in These niggas cooking dope up It’s free dope Friday and I’m giving Jay’s wake-up The line at the spot the shoot straight up in the shape up
Young Thug feat. Quavo, Offset & Young Scooter - Guwop ...
I pull up on you and pop at your kid I pull up your block and pop at your wig I hopped out the Coupe and I'm fresh as a bitch Since I was a youngin', I been gettin' dough I came right back in and I turn up the show I want 'em Xans, they get me off I put the V neck on my team, yeah I dig everythin that you sayin' I dig everythin' that you doin', too I dig the way that you look at me You dig the ...
I pull up on you and pop at your kid I pull up your block and pop at your wig I hopped out the Coupe and I'm fresh as a bitch Since I was a youngin', I been gettin' dough I came right back in and I turn up the show I want 'em Xans, they get me off I put the V neck on my team, yeah I dig everythin that you sayin' I dig everythin' that you doin', too I dig the way that you look at me You dig the ...
Young Thug - Guwop Lyrics
I hopped out the Coupe and I'm fresh as a bitch Since I was a youngin', I been gettin' dough I came right back in and I turn up the show I want 'em Xans, they get me off I put the V neck on my team, yeah I dig everythin that you sayin' I dig everythin' that you doin', too I dig the way that you look at me You dig the way that I look at you I just wanna grab on your butt, but The seat in the ...
I hopped out the Coupe and I'm fresh as a bitch Since I was a youngin', I been gettin' dough I came right back in and I turn up the show I want 'em Xans, they get me off I put the V neck on my team, yeah I dig everythin that you sayin' I dig everythin' that you doin', too I dig the way that you look at me You dig the way that I look at you I just wanna grab on your butt, but The seat in the ...
Young Thug feat. Quavo, Offset & Young Scooter - Guwop ...
I done put 20 Inside the Sig I pull up on you and pop at your kid I pull up your block and pop at your wig I hopped out the Coupe and I'm fresh as a bitch Since I was a youngin', I been gettin' dough I came right back in and I turn up the show I want 'em Xans, they get me off I put the V neck on my team, yeah I dig everythin that you sayin' I dig everythin' that you doin', too I dig the way ...
I done put 20 Inside the Sig I pull up on you and pop at your kid I pull up your block and pop at your wig I hopped out the Coupe and I'm fresh as a bitch Since I was a youngin', I been gettin' dough I came right back in and I turn up the show I want 'em Xans, they get me off I put the V neck on my team, yeah I dig everythin that you sayin' I dig everythin' that you doin', too I dig the way ...
Starlito - Important (Freestyle) Lyrics
I'm in the same spot with the same pot on hot to cook up on a birdy That bitch a thought, that bitch a burden ... swerve to Benihana's just to watch the floor shift And watch your bitch 'cause she adore me ... I'ma keep selling dope like fuck it Been on the road, I been doing shows I'm toting that seven, I tuck it ...
I'm in the same spot with the same pot on hot to cook up on a birdy That bitch a thought, that bitch a burden ... swerve to Benihana's just to watch the floor shift And watch your bitch 'cause she adore me ... I'ma keep selling dope like fuck it Been on the road, I been doing shows I'm toting that seven, I tuck it ...
Lil Pump - Butterfly Doors Lyrics
Baby mama whip a pot on the stove (Whip it) Ain't no joke (No) You the type of nigga go cry to a ho (Ho) Butterfly doors (Doors) Space coupe look like a UFO (Whoa) Smokin' on dope (Damn) They call me Yao **** 'cause my eyes real low (Low) Pourin' up fours (Whoa) Baby mama whip a pot on the stove (Mama) Ain't no joke (Brr)
Baby mama whip a pot on the stove (Whip it) Ain't no joke (No) You the type of nigga go cry to a ho (Ho) Butterfly doors (Doors) Space coupe look like a UFO (Whoa) Smokin' on dope (Damn) They call me Yao **** 'cause my eyes real low (Low) Pourin' up fours (Whoa) Baby mama whip a pot on the stove (Mama) Ain't no joke (Brr)
YoungBoy Never Broke Again - Kick Yo Door Lyrics ...
Mission, find the stash spot Make 'em hit the floor, uh I say hold yo' hands high, don't make me let it blow This ain't the time for games now, bitch, I'ma wipe your nose (Slatt, on slime, nigga) Bow, hit the ground, bitch Please don't make no sound, bitch We came here for the pounds Show me where the money 'fore yo' head I leave some rounds in
Mission, find the stash spot Make 'em hit the floor, uh I say hold yo' hands high, don't make me let it blow This ain't the time for games now, bitch, I'ma wipe your nose (Slatt, on slime, nigga) Bow, hit the ground, bitch Please don't make no sound, bitch We came here for the pounds Show me where the money 'fore yo' head I leave some rounds in
Fredo Santana - I Love Counting Lyrics
Early morning cooked the dope up on my Fredo shit Out the town another name on my Diego shit I buy a car I load the trunk on some impatient shit And I smoke a lot of dope on some Jamaican shit And when I count the money stay up out my fucking business And bitch we Savage Squad fuck what making you think we friendly [Hook: Gino Marley]
Early morning cooked the dope up on my Fredo shit Out the town another name on my Diego shit I buy a car I load the trunk on some impatient shit And I smoke a lot of dope on some Jamaican shit And when I count the money stay up out my fucking business And bitch we Savage Squad fuck what making you think we friendly [Hook: Gino Marley]
Fredo Santana - Up Them Poles Lyrics
Smokin dope I gotta cough, You play with me you wanna cough I don't fuck around with no goofy niggas, Them niggas belong in the circus. I wish A nigga would put they hands on me, I bet he won't never see his damn family. Cause all my niggas they killers, Savage life I'm living. I'm out here drugdealing, Just tryi'n to make a living.
Smokin dope I gotta cough, You play with me you wanna cough I don't fuck around with no goofy niggas, Them niggas belong in the circus. I wish A nigga would put they hands on me, I bet he won't never see his damn family. Cause all my niggas they killers, Savage life I'm living. I'm out here drugdealing, Just tryi'n to make a living.
Jim Jones - Married To The Game Lyrics
Stomach touching and we only had a pot to piss Came up fast cause I hardly see my pops and shit Started with a thirst in the first to cop the hottest kicks Ten grams with my man we was choppin it Cook it soft let it harden on some rocker shit Like a nine to five it's a job you hit the block in shifts
Stomach touching and we only had a pot to piss Came up fast cause I hardly see my pops and shit Started with a thirst in the first to cop the hottest kicks Ten grams with my man we was choppin it Cook it soft let it harden on some rocker shit Like a nine to five it's a job you hit the block in shifts
DPG - C-Walkin Cha Cha Cha Lyrics
The Glocks, the dope spots, the curb, the herb Swangin, gang-bangin, O.G.'s, double fo's, six fo's Bitches and hoes, methodone, head up, scramble Ridin by high, with the heaters bout to heat the sky I'm about to drop the bomb, nigga load the clip (The motherfuckin G's back up in this bitch) I think I'm good at the [?], C-Walkin cha cha cha
The Glocks, the dope spots, the curb, the herb Swangin, gang-bangin, O.G.'s, double fo's, six fo's Bitches and hoes, methodone, head up, scramble Ridin by high, with the heaters bout to heat the sky I'm about to drop the bomb, nigga load the clip (The motherfuckin G's back up in this bitch) I think I'm good at the [?], C-Walkin cha cha cha
David Banner - Malcom X (A Song To Me) Lyrics
I don't wanna teach him how to sell, choppin', cook, yell All my baby rappers either dead or in jail I don't wanna teach 'em, I don't wanna teach 'em I don't wanna teach 'em, I don't wanna teach 'em Don't wanna teach these little girls to put their pussy on the pole And at the end of the night get that money off the floor
I don't wanna teach him how to sell, choppin', cook, yell All my baby rappers either dead or in jail I don't wanna teach 'em, I don't wanna teach 'em I don't wanna teach 'em, I don't wanna teach 'em Don't wanna teach these little girls to put their pussy on the pole And at the end of the night get that money off the floor
Fredo Santana - Round Em Up Lyrics
Fredo Santana "Round Em Up": Assassins blasting I make this money fly and shit It's looking like magic I be high as fuck, ridi...
Fredo Santana "Round Em Up": Assassins blasting I make this money fly and shit It's looking like magic I be high as fuck, ridi...
2 Chainz - Doors Open Lyrics
Got a dope spot called Escobar Member when I used to play basketball Now I'm out here playing ratchet ball, ooo! [Future:] 2 dollars a zip for some Actavis Purple that Sprite in, then you pour it, you know we want it Mollies and roxies you know we want it Trap out that house with the doors open We put that work in on any corner
Got a dope spot called Escobar Member when I used to play basketball Now I'm out here playing ratchet ball, ooo! [Future:] 2 dollars a zip for some Actavis Purple that Sprite in, then you pour it, you know we want it Mollies and roxies you know we want it Trap out that house with the doors open We put that work in on any corner
Fredo Santana - Rollie On My Wrist Lyrics
Laughing at you broke boys, riding through in my dope joy Say something I spray something, your face turn into dope boy Loud pack when I'm passing through, codeine in my apple juice My niggas with me I don't have to shoot SPOE, nigga, say it with me, SPOE, Anything's possible, I put that on my ap [Hook:] My rollie on my wrist say I'm important
Laughing at you broke boys, riding through in my dope joy Say something I spray something, your face turn into dope boy Loud pack when I'm passing through, codeine in my apple juice My niggas with me I don't have to shoot SPOE, nigga, say it with me, SPOE, Anything's possible, I put that on my ap [Hook:] My rollie on my wrist say I'm important
Fredo Santana - I Need More Lyrics
Fredo Santana "I Need More": I gotta get it, I gotta get it I gotta get it, I gotta get it Got a couple plugs but I think I nee...
Fredo Santana "I Need More": I gotta get it, I gotta get it I gotta get it, I gotta get it Got a couple plugs but I think I nee...
J. Cole - Immortal Lyrics
And my nigga's lookin' clean, gettin' caught up with that dope Have you ever served a fiend with a pocket full of soap? Nigga I can tell you things that you probably shouldn't know Have you ever heard the screams when the body hit the floor? Flashbacks to the pain, wakin' up, cold sweats Six o'clock in the mornin', gotta hit the BoFlex
And my nigga's lookin' clean, gettin' caught up with that dope Have you ever served a fiend with a pocket full of soap? Nigga I can tell you things that you probably shouldn't know Have you ever heard the screams when the body hit the floor? Flashbacks to the pain, wakin' up, cold sweats Six o'clock in the mornin', gotta hit the BoFlex
2 Chainz - Smell Like Money Lyrics
Layin' on the couch with the Glock on the floor Within arm reach, security, alarm breach I just cut off the lights, hope I don't shoot my hoe I eat so much shrimp, I smoke so much hemp The world too small it feel like 4 walls You see I got holes punched in My chances are cold cut thin, but I still took ‘em and nigga we made it
Layin' on the couch with the Glock on the floor Within arm reach, security, alarm breach I just cut off the lights, hope I don't shoot my hoe I eat so much shrimp, I smoke so much hemp The world too small it feel like 4 walls You see I got holes punched in My chances are cold cut thin, but I still took ‘em and nigga we made it
Fredo Santana - Fuck These Bitches Lyrics
Fredo Santana "Fuck These Bitches": Fuck these bitches, let's get money! Fuck these bitches, let's get money! I keep that shit 3 hundr...
Fredo Santana "Fuck These Bitches": Fuck these bitches, let's get money! Fuck these bitches, let's get money! I keep that shit 3 hundr...
Wu-Tang Clan - Execution In Autumn Lyrics
Plastic bags laying in the floor way, yup It's just dog's day, reservoir, out in Utah, yo Where my dope and marijuanas got bought in Grill nights in Fordham, we pay to have a roast Assassins is strapped, this the only way the yae grows More leverage, more sevens riding around with legends Paying judges off, we be up in New York reppin ...
Plastic bags laying in the floor way, yup It's just dog's day, reservoir, out in Utah, yo Where my dope and marijuanas got bought in Grill nights in Fordham, we pay to have a roast Assassins is strapped, this the only way the yae grows More leverage, more sevens riding around with legends Paying judges off, we be up in New York reppin ...
Fredo Santana - Fuck You Up Lyrics
Fredo Santana "Fuck You Up": Turn up on a fuck nigga, we don't give no fuck We got thirties in the cut, we'll fuck you up Turn up...
Fredo Santana "Fuck You Up": Turn up on a fuck nigga, we don't give no fuck We got thirties in the cut, we'll fuck you up Turn up...
Jneiro Jarel & JJ Doom - Banished Lyrics
Miss the mean streets of LA, a pot hole pro The goal though in the nick of time To kick a slicker rhyme, do your face like Nickey the Line No, not deported Be a little minute before things get sorted Known to get money, never got caught kid Escape with a soft skid, short bid Knock on wood, dope on plastic Rocks so hood, hope on spastic Putting ...
Miss the mean streets of LA, a pot hole pro The goal though in the nick of time To kick a slicker rhyme, do your face like Nickey the Line No, not deported Be a little minute before things get sorted Known to get money, never got caught kid Escape with a soft skid, short bid Knock on wood, dope on plastic Rocks so hood, hope on spastic Putting ...
Domo Genesis & Alchemist - Till The Angels Come Lyrics ...
Thug out hittin’ super dope with the rap shit From the saddle to the floor, all kind of charge Counts of robbery, assaults and battery I’m just a fellow with a talent for spillin’ This dog back at me, shit over these great beats Police, Miami means the all when they got me straight to the pound box Straight up, out well
Thug out hittin’ super dope with the rap shit From the saddle to the floor, all kind of charge Counts of robbery, assaults and battery I’m just a fellow with a talent for spillin’ This dog back at me, shit over these great beats Police, Miami means the all when they got me straight to the pound box Straight up, out well
Bone Thugs-N-Harmony - Creepin On Ah Come Up Lyrics ...
Ladies and babies scream onto the floor ("Shut up and listen!") It's a jack move, fools Give me the jewels, the dope, the weed, the cheese and answer me: why and you hoes is cryin', 'cause bitches are dyin'? Blood clot, here to be dead what one of them niggas said Buckshots up into them dreads, and I love when I hear them pump red
Ladies and babies scream onto the floor ("Shut up and listen!") It's a jack move, fools Give me the jewels, the dope, the weed, the cheese and answer me: why and you hoes is cryin', 'cause bitches are dyin'? Blood clot, here to be dead what one of them niggas said Buckshots up into them dreads, and I love when I hear them pump red
Big K.R.I.T. - Never Go Back Lyrics
Not a pot to piss in a tree to piss on, the devil come around too much I'm hollar get going But it's hard to get off when you can't get on I put my life on this wax, nobody listons (listens) So I cruise, me and just my blues Looking at the world through my broken rear view
Not a pot to piss in a tree to piss on, the devil come around too much I'm hollar get going But it's hard to get off when you can't get on I put my life on this wax, nobody listons (listens) So I cruise, me and just my blues Looking at the world through my broken rear view
Fredo Santana - Givin Out Smoke Lyrics
New spots got me giving out dope Got shooters all around and we giving out smoke Money counters count the cash, naked bitches bag the dope They say the money come with problems But my problems come with smoke [Hook]
New spots got me giving out dope Got shooters all around and we giving out smoke Money counters count the cash, naked bitches bag the dope They say the money come with problems But my problems come with smoke [Hook]
Tha Dogg Pound - Niggas Don't Give A Fuck Lyrics ...
Smokin' weed, servin' cavi, now I know how to cook loot Dat Nigga Daz was the name and the game was mine Sewin' shit up for willow to the back of 1-9 Mr. Dopeman, they done ga-uh-grabbed me Sent me to penitentiary 'cause I used to serve cavi Makin' big money on the block, that was us 'til we bust Off-brand stepped up then off-brand get rushed ...
Smokin' weed, servin' cavi, now I know how to cook loot Dat Nigga Daz was the name and the game was mine Sewin' shit up for willow to the back of 1-9 Mr. Dopeman, they done ga-uh-grabbed me Sent me to penitentiary 'cause I used to serve cavi Makin' big money on the block, that was us 'til we bust Off-brand stepped up then off-brand get rushed ...
Fredo Santana - Trap Life Lyrics
Fredo Santana "Trap Life": Bang, bang, powder on the scale, wanna come up Ain't gonn tell you twice, gonn tell you once I can i...
Fredo Santana "Trap Life": Bang, bang, powder on the scale, wanna come up Ain't gonn tell you twice, gonn tell you once I can i...
Jim Jones - Love Of My Life Lyrics
Got her in my drop heater on the floor (for real) So I sped off from the spot (got her) gettin heady rock (right) Got her in the telly she wouldn't let a nigga pop (stuntin on the cooch) And when I woke all I seen was a note (what it said) Nigga follow the trail & meet me in A-T-L (let's do it) [Chorus] [Jim Jones]
Got her in my drop heater on the floor (for real) So I sped off from the spot (got her) gettin heady rock (right) Got her in the telly she wouldn't let a nigga pop (stuntin on the cooch) And when I woke all I seen was a note (what it said) Nigga follow the trail & meet me in A-T-L (let's do it) [Chorus] [Jim Jones]
Slaine vs. Termanology - Life Of A Drug Addict Lyrics ...
You wake up feeling dope sick From all the liquor and the coke sniff Your hangover is ferocious Bags under your shit like a boat trip Staring in the mirror lost Malnutrition since they cut the umbilical cord Definition of a screw-up When you was young, daddy used to beat you up So now you got an excuse
You wake up feeling dope sick From all the liquor and the coke sniff Your hangover is ferocious Bags under your shit like a boat trip Staring in the mirror lost Malnutrition since they cut the umbilical cord Definition of a screw-up When you was young, daddy used to beat you up So now you got an excuse
Young Buck - Streets Sour Lyrics
Where I'm from everybody selling dope and gang related I pull up in my trap and take out all of my frustrations RIP Pimp C, bumpin' Pimpulation I got bills on the floor, clientele at the door Streets sour, I can't even trust my friends no more I got money on the floor, I got money on my phone Streets sour, I can't even trust my family no more
Where I'm from everybody selling dope and gang related I pull up in my trap and take out all of my frustrations RIP Pimp C, bumpin' Pimpulation I got bills on the floor, clientele at the door Streets sour, I can't even trust my friends no more I got money on the floor, I got money on my phone Streets sour, I can't even trust my family no more
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