Juice WRLD – Rockstar Status Lyrics

[Chorus] Rockstar status, in the cut with an automatic Give it up, it’s a stick up, run it, run it up Get your bricks up, dummy, get em up Rockstar status, in the cut with an automatic Give it up, it’s a stick up, run it, run it up Get your bricks up, dummy, run em up [Verse: 1] No more Xannies, gave em up Last time I xannied, I threw up In her panties, tear it up She love all my Givenchy, she wear it up She still running, from my love Got the demons on me, I’m below high And I’m done running, from the drugs But they still running, from my gun, right Club life, drug life, saw her in the club light She a killer in the white shirt, that’s that off white How you finna ball on my turf, that shit offsides She told me that if I took the right drugs, then I won’t die [Chorus] Rockstar status, in the cut with an automatic Give it up, it’s a stick up, run it, run it up Get your bricks up, dummy, get em up Rockstar status, in the cut with an automatic Give it up, it’s a stick up, run it, run it up Get your bricks up, dummy, run em up [Verse: 2] I get money in my lone time, on my own time I just popped a perc, and called a play so I’ll be fine Don’t believe in sunshine, I’m a night guy I lied when I told her I was Mr. Nice guy Rockstar status, in the cut, with some Molly missin’ And you know that they dirty dancin’ for the dope She said she gon’ suck me up until the bitch choke Bitch I’m Danny Phantom, with the ghost Pull up in a Phantom, like a ghost, right Young rich, handsome, did the most, huh Pop it like Champaigne, she tryna have a toast, right [Chorus] Rockstar status, in the cut with an automatic Give it up, it’s a stick up, run it, run it up Get your bricks up, dummy, get em up Rockstar status, in the cut with an automatic Give it up, it’s a stick up, run it, run it up Get your bricks up, dummy, run em up

PnB Rock – Real Luv Lyrics

[Intro] I can’t find real luv Yeah Yeahhh Real luv [Verse 1] It was something about your eyes when I met you Yeah I swear I caught a vibe when I met you Yeah I swear I fell in love when I text you Cause they way you fucking talk was intellectual Member all the times I came to your rescue Had to wipe your fucking eyes cause they recked you Used to hit it from the side when I sexed you God I gotta thank your mom cause she blessed you Yeah you used to hit my line get faded I remember all the times we’d get wasted Girl I used to drop you off on the west side Used to hit it from the back that’s your best side [Chorus] I can’t trust or think now All that’s on my brain now I can’t find real love now Some feel like a drug You know I thought about you last night I was on my last flight I can’t find real love now And you know it, yeah you know it, yeah you know it [Verse 2] Since the last time I been fucking all these hoes just to past time I remember when I used to give you all my time I know you would break my heart just show me all the signs This shit is crazy used to be my baby I’m really ready for you to play me You really tried it Used to be my bitch You really lied bitch and now I hope you die bitch [Chorus] And I can’t trust or think now All that’s on my brain now I can’t find real luv now Some feel like a drug You know I thought about you last night I was on my last flight I can’t find real luv now And you know it, yeah you know it, yeah you know it

Tyga – SWISH Lyrics

in his prime, hard net to launch Swish, do it on me all night Yeah, I wanna bust it down until it’s daylight How you keep your toes white and the pussy tight Ohh, the 42 got you feelin’ nice Ohh, Kawasaki bout to lick her bike (uh) Rich, rich, they rich, you know what I like Cum girl, g-go in overtime Girl you look good, won’t you, you know the line Cum girl, I’m tryna get your pussy wet [Chorus: Tyga & David Banner] Uh, ba-back that ass Uh, ba-back that ass Girl you look good when you back that ass Cum girl, I’m tryna get your pussy wet Uh, ba-back that ass Uh, ba-back that ass, girl you look good, make me spend that cash [Verse 2: Tyga & David Banner] Finger fuckin’ money, finger bangin’ to the hunnid (hah) If you act like you want it, I can put you on it Too blessed to be stress, sex in the morning You can have my t-shirt if you really want it Trunk in the front, pop that, pop that, pop that, pop, pop, pop that If I gave you my number, better hold that In the party goin’ dumb, hoes squamates And I just threw, 20 in the strip Aye, aye, see this on my wrist Aye, aye, hunnid on my neck Bling, bling, saucy with the drip Could it be my cash, why you on my dick Cum girl, I’m tryna get your pussy wet Cum girl, I’m tryna get your pussy wet Cum girl, I’m tryna get your pussy wet Cum girl, I’m tryna get your pussy wet [Chorus: Tyga & David Banner] Uh, ba-back that ass Uh, ba-back that ass Girl you look good when you back that ass Cum girl, I’m tryna get your pussy wet Uh, ba-back that ass Uh, ba-back that ass, girl you look good, make me spend that cash [Bridge: Tyga, David Banner & Sample] Gitty up, and gitty up, and gitty up and gitty up and gitty up And gitty up, and gitty up, and gitty up and Cum girl, I’m tryna get your pussy wet Gitty up, and gitty up, and gitty up and gitty up and gitty up And gitty up, and gitty up, and gitty up and Bend that, bend that, bend that ca- Bend that, bend that, bend that (hah, hah) Bend that Pop, …

YBN Nahmir – I Got A Bag Lyrics

[Chorus] I got a bag I love to flex aye I am the man, I run through checks aye And I be cruising in a Lex aye You know I’m better than the rest aye I got a bag I love to flex aye I am the man, I run through checks aye And I be cruising in a Lex aye You know I’m better than the rest aye [Verse 1] I got a bag I love to flex Counting up them bands Hit my line up for that package You know my shit the best She like she just want a passport So I’m like what you hit my line for [Chorus] I got a bag I love to flex aye I am the man, I run through checks aye And I be cruising in a Lex aye You know I’m better than the rest aye I got a bag I love to flex aye I am the man, I run through checks aye And I be cruising in a Lex aye You know I’m better than the rest aye [Verse 2] Pour sprite in my cup then I pour some juice up in it And the police on my ass just because my windows tinted If a nigga want that static my nigga Glizzy let you have it Ain’t shit change bitch I’m still on that block And I’m pulled up A nigga run up on me, he getting fucked up Those .223s hit yo whip then you out of luck Nigga want that static choppas gone light they block up Bitch I’m about a bag now I be doing shows out of town Man these niggas wanna be like me Cause I be fishing in my money deep I be flexing about a bag You my son, I make you call me dad I’m a grind until I get a Jag No, I’m a grind until I get a pad [Chorus] I got a bag I love to flex aye I am the man, I run through checks aye And I be cruising in a Lex aye You know I’m better than the rest aye I got a bag I love to flex aye I am the man, I run through checks aye And I be cruising in a Lex aye You know I’m better than the rest aye

DJ Khaled – Where You At Lyrics

That’s where you from, nigga So rep where you from, nigga, wherever you at, nigga [Verse Two: Freeway] My shooter keep it moving, you niggas barely moving Them bullets almost hit you, you scream, “A-hallelujah!” I’m on grind, all-time with the Ruger And Khaled, all these niggas [?], they want me to lose, but I’m on my Ps and Qs and, I got my eyes open Can make it happen with rapping, I get my Ps and Qs in I know Katrina shooting, know Mr. Robert smoking I supply the addicts, they grab the baggage and keep it moving Keep it, holding, 6-series, not stolen Drop the lop look like the roof stolen, call the cops He be stacking like Lego, leave me holding all the blocks Run up on him, treat you like the drop, roof open All them stick-up boys scheming on them fat boys scoping They be hoping that I’m slipping, I be praying that I’m not Nigga, ’til then, I’m supplying the block Free at Last almost here, you should keep ya ears open, nigga! [Chorus: Freeway & Malice] I’m from the East where them ARs shooting Ruthless, niggas will leave you naked, for the record Khaled from the South where them bammers be moving Walk into yo’ house and will leave you tied up, for the dollar Can’t forget the West, where them niggas be looting Shooting over colors, they will kill ya mother, for the record And where you at, nigga? That’s where you from, nigga So rep where you from, nigga, wherever you at, nigga Free! Yes! That’s where you from, nigga So rep where you from, nigga, wherever you at, nigga Yeah, yeah, check it, check it [Verse Three: Malice & Pusha T] 95-South, homie, tell ‘em I’m en route And I ain’t fronting nothing neither, that ain’t what I’m ‘bout No doubt; from Virginia, where the drought never touch us Them dopes in the pillows, the home of the couch-stuffers Pop clutches, drop-tops on all you motherfuckers And all the baddest bitches pretending that they love us Fucking the soul out us, we call ‘em the Golden-Mouthers Paying for the service with Louis or Gucci pouches Send ‘em to they spouses, we back in the street Cooking up them ounces, from a quarter to a ki’ Call me Place-Your-Order P, c’est la vie If you want it, know, I got it …

L’A Capone – We Up (Solo) Lyrics

[Hook] We up they falling we balling God damn we up Stop calling stop stalking We know we up [Verse 1] We at the top now We riding foreign and shit so let the top down She wanna top now told her bitch not now I ain’t got time for shit we geting gwuap now You ain’t no kin to me Just a friend to me I gotta do it 1 time for my enemies Smoking kush trees Then we spray febreze Gucci boots for the winner no scraping knees If I’m ugly She love me Yea i do the ralph lauren prolly rugby So bitch back up We sacked up I got a 40 with a beam and a mac truck [Hook] We up they falling we balling God damn we up Stop calling stop stalking We know we up [Verse 2] Lemme take them to finesse school Niggas wearing fake Trues like that’s cool (not cool) I’ll send the haters at dude Like Lil JB I’m that dude We them niggas with that attitude She want to fuck so I put her on the schedule We ain’t scared of you We way ahead of you And on my hands that’s cocaine residue Throw L’s up Get filled up I don’t he wanna feel the shells hit ya No snitching Cause we’ll get ya I had to do it one time for my niggas [Hook] We up they falling we balling God damn we up Stop calling stop stalking We know we up [Outro] They falling we balling God damn we up Stop calling stop stalking We know we up