Mick Jenkins – Bruce Banner Lyrics

I got the fire nigga Heard ‘Soul album and I knew that I inspire niggas greatly Alex Hailey at the root of it all My quest-for-love just wasn’t suited for ya’ll and my black thoughts won’t be muted or diluted And livin’ water can’t be polluted at all Secluded I be, too many delusions I see when you speaking and you losin’ me That’s your 15 minutes, you losin’ ’em They draw their conclusions I just be just disproving ’em, my ink hold weight This paper hold heat like aluminum foil Your correct in assuming the soil is fertile I’m growing like weeds, I’m growing my weed My shorty look like she come from where they growing ya’ll weave at Ya’ll throwing shade, I three-man weave that It’s been a one-man fast break, ya’ll ain’t even seen the team yet [Chorus] Fuck wrong wit’ ’em Fuck’s to it Fuck wrong wit’ ’em Fuck’s to it These niggas talker not walkers The drive of Paul Walker, I got it Can’t touch ’em, like, now that I’m sipping this Henny Hypnotic Fuck wrong wit’ ’em Fuck’s to it (uh!) [Pre-Chorus] I’m not a rapper, I’m a writer It’s a couple chefs in this game, and a whole lotta’ biters [Chorus] Fuck’s wrong with these niggas Fuck’s to it Fuck wrong wit’ ’em Fuck’s to it These niggas talker not walkers The drive of Paul Walker, I got it Can’t touch ’em, like, now that I’m sipping this Henny Hypnotic Fuck wrong wit’ ’em Fuck’s to it (uh!) [Verse] Honestly can’t nobody come for me ‘cept Kendrick And I hope you offended, like it’s untrue Don’t make me debunk your kung-fu Fuck up the whole Feng shui when we come through They can’t hurt us My shit in Target, I’m Nate Burkus, they ain’t perfect Can she walk out with the javelin Y’all niggas babbling about who the greatest and who after him If intelligent discussion was dribbling, you’d be travelling And I’d be somewhere Harlem Globetrot traffickin’ truth I’m adamant about the handle I got on this shit I pattened it after James Harden and James Patterson Don’t make me Alex Cross, cross ‘tween, skip through that lane and change strategy (uh!) Niggas lose medullas, fuckin’ with my shooters Rappers lose medallions fuckin’ with Chicago So many niggas hangin’, they know Mr. Cooper Police they are shooters then like bloopers They gon’ …

Tyga – Freestyle w/ The L.A. Leakers – Freestyle #051

Catch me if you can lil purp I go Kyrie Curry on the verse, ball like a Nerf Meet me on the turf, I don’t mean for real, group of these niggas nerd Full of that sizzurp, you will get serve My niggas make you hide your face like H.E.R And I like her, titties are first Big green Phantom got ’em hooked, Lary Bird Give ’em the bird, fuck what you heard, I’m the best rapper-er Niggas call me tiger, that’s whiter than a ice berg I’m nicer than your favorite rapper on perks I might curve if she don’t got good slurp Be nicer, put you on a RIP shirt Yes-er, ridin’ in a two-seat seater I love ho but I still gotta bang, eat her Believe it or not, came back from the sunken, now I’m cream of the crop I need cash on spot, I don’t want the deposit I got DMs from every IG thot But I’m locked in, studio 24-7 I just popped in, fuckin’ with the niggas, when I leave, its gon’ rekill I’ma wait at your house, my girl’s top tier If we talkin’ overall, I’m top ten Flows, car, bitches, ice King in Dubai like fuck the price Lookin’ at yours, I’m like “fuck my life” Lookin’ at yours, I’m like “you’re right” I might go psych, go might (might, might might) It’s redrum, I’m psych (psych, psych, psych) Bitch, I’m always right Everybody wanna be like Mike Big bank take lil’ bank Ayy, fuck around, I need another bank Ayy, thirteen hundred stars in the Wraith Woo, and I’m on that forty-two man Yeah, big bank take lil’ bank Uh, this my shit when I’m in the Wraith And my Maybach up to date [Verse] Pay me on the first, niggas know I broke the curse How it feel when the Rolls is reversed? Nigga got it out the dirt Bad bitches ’round, I’ma flirt and I’m goin’ for my eighth like Cur Do you concur?

Playboi Carti – Baby Mom Lyrics

[Hook: Playboi Carti] I like your swag, boy I like your swag You look like dad you look just like your dad You look like dad you look just like your dad Boy I like your swag, man I love your swag You look like dad you look just like your dad You look like dad you look just like your dad All these kids, I’m they dad [Verse 1: Playboi Carti] Baby momma, where you at? Bring em’ out, diamonds wet Drive these Hummers, and Corvettes We waking up, find the check We got kids, put them kids in check I got kids put them kids in rest I got kids, Carti blessed [Hook: Playboi Carti] I like your swag, boy I like your swag You look like dad you look just like your dad You look like dad you look just like your dad Boy I like your swag, man I love your swag You look like dad you look just like your dad You look like dad you look just like your dad All these kids, I’m they dad [Verse 2: Playboi Carti] She couldn’t make it, she was [?] Selling cloud, totin choppas From the lean, from the Barneys I start to float, [?] I’m on drill, drill time We shootin shit, film time Get in line, bitch get in line Put them kids, shit in line [Hook: Playboi Carti] I like your swag, boy I like your swag You look like dad you look just like your dad You look like dad you look just like your dad Boy I like your swag, man I love your swag You look like dad you look just like your dad You look like dad you look just like your dad All these kids, I’m they dad

Young Thug – Barbie Lyrics

Right? Make sure I tuck you in tight ’cause you don’t like bugs at night, right? Fur on your trenchcoat, you ain’t even know I had to roll the dice for that I put the straightjacket on, go cray-cray for your love, yeah (hey!) [Chorus: Young Thug] Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Love, your love Love, love Make love to me Come lust with me, yeah Come rub on me Make love to me Make love to me Make love to me Make love, oh Love me [Verse 2: Gunna] Yeah, bought you brand new Fiji water, I wanna braid your hair Bought Chanel shoes ’cause I wanna see them C’s when you step Got you new condominium keys, don’t you go nowhere And it’s just us, dripped out love Bentley coupe for you, paddy wagon’d it up Flossin’ in Belize, you a diamond in the rough Christian Dior, love the smell of when we hug The pain I get from you, I don’t wanna go numb Doin’ overtime and develop us a bond Straightjacket on ’cause for you I go dumb [Chorus: Young Thug] Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Love, your love Love, love Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Love, your love Love, love Make love to me Come lust with me, yeah Come rub on me Make love to me Make love to me Make love to me Make love, oh Love me Make love to me Come lust with me, yeah Come rub on me Make love to me Make love to me Make love to me Make love, oh Love me [Intro: Young Thug] Yeah, uh, yeah ChopHouz on the track Yeah, yeah, yeah I’ma [?] you my project Gotta keep a [?] like my private Gotta keep it wet for me, ayy Got the cream on the seats, yeah, yeah, yeah [Verse 1: Young Thug] She’s ridin’ exotic cars [?] I put Rolls Royce stars in the ceilin’ and leave off Earth, yeah Read my tags when I see you like we some [?] I hate when you don’t text me back [?] Engraved your name in the seats in the Rolls Backyard got a park, we ain’t gotta leave home When it comes down to you, I’ll never say no Like I’m supposed to, right? Right?