Aminé – SUGARPARENTS Lyrics

[Hook: Aminé] I could be a sugar daddy, but I’d rather not That’s how I keep my money, baby, I got me a lot I could be a sugar daddy, but I’d rather not That’s how I keep my money, baby, I got me a lot [Verse 1: Aminé] Shawty want a first class flight on a jet I put her on Spirit if she can, South West Look baby I ain’t one of these oldheads If you give me Blac Chyna I’ma leave you on read My money is my money so I put it in my sock Here’s some advice bitch, go get a job Shawty can’t stand me, even with ten toe That’s why she got a cash app and a Venmo I’m Mike, Bad, Thriller, nigga Dirty Diana’s always in my dresser La de da de da da da da da da I’m the hubby bebopa undercover I got racks on racks on racks And you know that’s facts on facts on facts Golddiggers want an all access pass So she give me all access to that ass [Hook: Rico Nasty] I could be a sugar momma, but I’d rather not That’s how I keep my money, baby, I got me a lot I could be a sugar momma, but I’d rather not That’s how I keep my money, baby, I got me a lot (a lot!) [Verse 2: Rico Nasty] Sex sells, spend it on my retail You gotta pay attention to the details Always money when I check my email Hotel by the seashore, got plenty seashells I ain’t got time for the he say she say I just bought my own car and I ain’t lease it I can spend it on you but I ain’t easy He want me to buy him shoes, he ain’t worth shoestrings When I get into the show let me pull a few strings Put the boy on game, he could learn a few things Every old nigga talk the same old game Selfish with my money and that shit won’t change You would think he went to school with the head game I’ma let him break the rules if the head straight But I’m good, I don’t really need the deadweight I don’t really need the deadweight, for real [Hook: Aminé & Rico Nasty] We could be your sugar parents, but we’d rather not We got …

Aminé – HICCUP Lyrics

[Intro] Boston [Hook: Aminé] My wrist sore (true), my wrist sore (true) You don’t want no problems, bitch, no hiccups No hiccups, no hiccups He ain’t bout that drama, bitch, no hiccups I don’t trust no one My wrist is lookin frozen [Post Hook: Aminé] Ice cold, too cold, numb Might re-e-e-e-e-ewind Gave her dick and then I split, mhm Workin’ like I got a shift, mhm Youngest nigga poppin’ shit, mhm Don’t want no kids that’s bad as shit, yeah Had my whole my whole life give and go, mhm 24, now 24, mhm Diamonds on my bi-i-i-itch, mhm That’s drip all on my wri-i-ist, mhm [Verse 1: Aminé] Ass fat, bring it right back I-I’m in the VIP, cause they pay me for this shit Imma be here if I be here That’s your car note on my wrist [Hook: Aminé] My wrist sore, my wrist sore You don’t want no problems, bitch, no hiccups No hiccups, no hiccups He ain’t bout that drama, bitch, no hiccups I don’t trust no one (no one!) My wrist is lookin frozen [Post Hook: Aminé] Ice cold, too cold, numb I re-e-e-e-ewind Gave her dick and then I split (Fuck a birkin) Workin’ like I got a shift (Puttin’ work in) Youngest nigga poppin’ shit (Bitch I’m certain) Don’t want no kids that’s bad as shit (Hold up, I had plans) Had my whole life give and go (That shit right back) 24, now 24 (Yeah, it’s like that) Diamonds on my bi-i-i-i-itch, mhm That’s drip all on my wri-i-ist, mhm [Verse 2: Gunna] Diamonds on my bitch, mhm Cuban bracelets on my wrist, mhm You hear that we got rich, mhm Michael Jordan for the kids, mhm I collect it like a bridge, mhm Copped my bitch the latest Mercedes-Benz I was all alone, Young Gunna ain’t got no friends We just went to the mall and spent a couple bands I’ll talk it all and end up shakin’ hands She offer me some pussy my finesse My first baguettes lookin’ like some glass Might pull the pedal tryna do the dash [Outro: Aminé] Mhm Mhm Mhm

Aminé – DR. WHOEVER Lyrics

Whoever I said, I said These intros ain’t meant to be bangers They meant for you and me so we’ll never end up as strangers Will Ferrell’s ass can’t even handle this weather Tune in your speakers and please be my Dr. Whoever [Verse 3: Aminé] Hey doc, do I tell em how I actually feel? But you tellin’ me you sad on your muthafuckin’ b-day Yeah Yeah [Verse 1: Aminé] Yeah I sit here and tell you my problems That’s how this work, right? [Intro: Rickey Thompson] Sad on your muthafuckin b-day? Don’t you realize you poppin’? Whoever [Interlude] Yeah, uh-huh, uh-huh, woo Yes sir, yeah, look [Verse 2: Aminé] Boy, you looking big mad When you see a young brotha up in first class And you damn right my ego like Lavar ball And they hate to see a black man who can’t get blackballed I said my paper long My paper long You damn right, bitch My paper long It’s that yellow, mellow, fellow Yeah, that Yellowstone Play the cello for the fellows, fake as silicone I went from plaque in my teeth To having plaques on the wall Gold album, with platinum records who woulda thought Young nigga, like Jigga Tryna make me a boss I’ll take my momma to Louis And take your girl to the Ross nigga Back in the muthafuckin’ building Your boo thing want my children My net worth gon’ be a billion Shorty gimme head like ceiling Dick disappear chameleon And like I’m muthafuckin rollin [?] My whip bought, it’s not stolen [Chorus: Aminé] These intros ain’t meant to be bangers They meant for you and me so we’ll never end up as strangers Will Ferrell’s ass can’t even handle this weather Tune in your speakers and please be my Dr. Necks?! Or do I see a therapist and numb the pain with the pills They swear niggas play tough won’t even smile in mirrors And we learn to fuck hoes off trial and error Friday nights, where them broke niggas ball out And Amine be the name that your girlfriend gon call out To all my niggas with some melanin Let your feelings settle in If you feelin’ worthless you should probably go and tell a friend, yeah But, I should take that advice This year has been crazy What the fuck is my life My best friend got married …

Aminé – WHY? Lyrics

[Intro] Yeah This sound like Yeah my momma told me to close the door I don’t wanna close it no more [Hook] Ohh, I wonder why Yeah, I wonder why, why Yeah, I wonder why Me I wonder why, why Yeah, I wonder why She wonder why, why I wonder why She be wondering why, why [Bridge] Why, why, why, why, why, why, why (Keep my head down) Why, why, why, why, why, why, why (Keep my head down) Why, why, why, why, why, why, why (i’m gon’ show no frowns) Why, why, why [Verse 1] (Okay drop it) To the floor and I’m back Had to relax and never relapse Shoutout to Reese, the sex was like crack I need love, I’m depressed I’m a fool, I’m a mess But my first priority is never second best (I’ve been down, PCH with the fam) I’m that nigga and I know it (I can feel the sun hittin’ on my veins) Pupils dilated, they don’t focus (I can feel the sun hittin’ on my veins) Can’t nobody ever know this, they can’t know this (Ridin’ ’round ain’t nobody on my brain) Probably on some fresh shit Should’ve done some mess shit Runnin’ through my last check Wish I knew some magic Stressin’ out crazy Wish I had a [?] Said she wanna talk, but I hope it’s not a baby [Hook] Ohh, I wonder why Yeah, I wonder why, why Yeah, I wonder why Me I wonder why, why Yeah, I wonder why She wonder why, why I wonder why She be wondering why, why [Bridge] Why, why, why, why, why, why, why (Keep my head down) Why, why, why, why, why, why, why (Keep my head down) Why, why, why, why, why, why, why (I’m gon’ show no frowns) Why, why, why [Verse 2] I just bought my momma a new whip, straight cash I payed my taxes, so it hurts my racks I hate when niggas say, “chill out”, and they ain’t got no chill They let me skip the DMV line, that’s when I knew it was real I pulled up, like it, goin’, pretty, fast I’m the, type to, get the, bag Fuck it, let’s just, count it, fast I don’t know why I’m feeling down I don’t know no goofies, or no loose leafs This ain’t a hand out, don’t take no cookies Hey look …

Aminé – RATCHET SATURN GIRL Lyrics

[Part I] [Intro] Yeah, uh huh, yeah [Hook] I like my hoes ratchet, I like my bitch bad I like a freaky lil’ mama who gon’ throw it back I like them forty-inch nails, and your weave too And if you ain’t got a man, fuck with me boo [Verse 1] I like when she call me daddy, and she look back (back) I like when shawty give me head on the drive back I call her lil’ mama when her lips gloss I like when shawty do the dummy on my dick raw I don’t say no “Yes I do,” I eat pussy like it’s food I’m the choice for choosey hoes Your friend cute, let’s make a group I’m a wild, wild nigga from the west side (west) Take a picture on my left, ’cause that’s my best side (shit, shit, shit) [Hook] I like my hoes ratchet, I like my bitch bad I like a freaky lil’ mama who gon’ throw it back I like them forty-inch nails, and your weave too And if you ain’t got a man, fuck with me boo [Bridge] Let’s get wild, wild Let’s get wild, wild Let’s get wild, wild Bitch I like it wild, wild And let’s get wild, wild And let’s get wild, wild I like it wild, wild Let’s get it, woah, woah, wow, wow [Part II] [Chorus] Excuse me m’am You’re the one that I need Fell in love, you cut me deep Saturn girl, your ecstasy, baby I need your love, to stay alive Out this world, you’re out of sight Saturn girl, you changed my life, oh [Verse 2] Help me find ways to get around (you’re killin’ me girl) You’re the one I love, hope it counts for something (I hope it counts for something) Help me find ways to get around You’re the one I love, hope it counts for something [Chorus] You’re the one that I need Fell in love, you cut me deep Saturn girl, your ecstasy, baby (ecstasy) I need your love, to stay alive Out this world, you’re out of sight Saturn girl, you changed my life, baby

Aminé – CHINGY Lyrics

[Intro] Yeah Hey! [Chorus] VV’s on my pinky ring It’s right there like I’m chingy man Tell me who the fuck are you Bitch you know I do my damn thing VV’s in my pinky ring It’s right there like I’m chingy man Tell me who the fuck are you Bitch you know I do my damn thing [Verse 1] Ooh, yeah Bodies on bodies on bodies Saw that she called me, she said that she want me I tell her come through and she leaving the party Taking it down, couple of rounds Bitch I’m Aminé, you know it’s allowed Checkin’ my ‘count, make sure it’s right Spending it once and I’m makin’ it twice (true) Nigga who are you (yuh) What’s your avenue (yuh) Oh you know so-and-so (whoo) Okay, then you cool (brr) Silly me, silly me, you don’t know this luxury Pussy tastes like sorbet Tee-WaTT, I need more bass [Chorus] VV’s on my pinky ring It’s right there like I’m chingy man Tell me who the fuck are you Bitch you know I do my damn thing VV’s in my pinky ring It’s right there like I’m chingy man (yeah) Tell me who the fuck are you Bitch you know I do my damn thing [Verse 2] At the hotel, and I’m chilling Bitch, she alone, I made me a couple million (racks) Pay me like the movies do (yuh) Heaven sent like Charlie’s boo (whoo) Bad bitch look like Lucy Liu (true) We could make a movie too Okay okay (yuh yuh) Okay okay (yuh) In my face like Cena so this mula be my soulmate (true) Tuition in my mouth, your check on my neck (yuh) Phone off you can’t locate Tee-WaTT I need more bass

Aminé – CANTU Lyrics

[Chorus] I got my head hanging out the fucking window I got my head hanging out the fucking window I keep my speakers ringing on me like my cellphone I got my dreads, bussin’ bussin’ ‘Cause I might wanna let my hair down Yeah, bitch I let my hair down Yeah, I got them dreads swingin’ ’round Yeah, ’cause bitch I let my hair down (yeah yeah) I got ’em bussin’, bussin’, bussin’, bussin’ (hey) [Verse 1] White girl wanna touch it (yeah) I told her please don’t touch me (no) Said “who the fuck is your stylist?” (huh) I told that bitch “my cousin” (yuh) Wrist out, picked out, Cantu in my hair (hey) Louie V live her (yuh) I’m Gucci down (brr! No! Do I look like somebody’s cow? Do I look like somebody’s dog? Sit down! Do I look like somebody’s lamb? Me Who can touch my hair? Not you Did you think this was a petting zoo? brr!) Atlanta for a week, gonna start a bump ‘n’ gunner (yah) Follies for the freaks, spent some racks because I wan’ her (hey) Solange said “don’t touch my hair, lil’ nigga” (oh no) So I’m just here to pass the word lil’ nigga (yuh) [Chorus] I got my head hanging out the fucking window (hey) I got my head hanging out the fucking window (that’s right) I keep my speakers ringing on me like my cellphone (she) I got my dreads, bussin’ bussin’ ‘Cause I might wanna let my hair down Yeah, bitch I let my hair down (down) Yeah, I got them dreads swingin’ ’round (swingin’ ’round, swingin’ ’round) Yeah, ’cause bitch I let my hair down (yeah) I got ’em bussin’, bussin’, bussin’, bussin’ [Verse 2] It’s me, young Aminé I pop off when you see me No hiccups for my niggas Pass the mula like a relay (yeah) I’m in this motherfucker with my hair down low And that Becky, she wanna touch me ‘Cause she wanna come home (yeah) Bitch I’m in my motherfucking bag, ho (in my bag) Don’t ask me just to pet me because you can’t, ho Dreadlock rocker with a certified bopper (true) Jenny, Becky, and Samantha wanna touch me ‘Cause I’m handsome [Chorus] I got my head hanging out the fucking window (hey) I got my head hanging out the fucking window (that’s right) I keep my speakers ringing …

Aminé – REEL IT IN Lyrics

[Intro] Right now! (Hallelujah!) I buy that shit before I even know the price (hey!) This 13k up on my finger, bitch you right (true) Them diamonds dancin’, yeah that boy be lookin’ nice (ayy) I guess that’s what you call that motherfucking ice I got a thotiana, put her in designer She Italiana, she a sorta kinda She Björk cute So she really fine, just sorta weird, and she got some cake Gimme OPB for my ODB These APC, do your ABC’s I’m a young dread-head with anxiety And I love it when a bitch nigga tryin’ me [Pre-Chorus] I don’t trust nobody ’cause I can’t be fake Frontin’ ain’t an option ’cause my soul can’t change And I’m tired of being humble, bitch I feel no way It’s that young nigga shit, I might pull up to your bitch like [Chorus] Reel it in (ayy) I got the bag, tell a friend (whoo) She got some ass, bring it in (ooh) Bitch I’m the news, CNN (yeah) Reel it in I got the bag, tell a friend (true) She got some ass, bring it in Bitch I’m the news, CNN (yeah) [Chorus] Reel it in I got the bag, tell a friend She got some ass, bring it in Bitch I’m the news, CNN (yeah) Reel it in I got the bag, tell a friend She got some ass, bring it in Bitch I’m the news, CNN (yeah) (hey!) [Verse 1] Trippin’ Rollie got the tick tock missin’ Bitch pimpin’ (ayy) Broke niggas got me livin’ (wow) You Jordan or Pippen (true) I’m Kobe I’m never gon’ dish it Or miss it I’m business as fuck and I ain’t got the time to just kick it [Pre-Chorus] I don’t trust nobody ’cause I can’t be fake Frontin’ ain’t an option ’cause my soul can’t change And I’m tired of being humble, bitch I feel no way It’s that young nigga shit, I might pull up to your bitch like [Chorus] Reel it in (woo) I got the bag, tell a friend She got some ass, bring it in (ayy) Bitch I’m the news, CNN (yeah) Reel it in I got the bag, tell a friend She got some ass, bring it in Bitch I’m the news, CNN [Verse 2] Jesus Christ!

LP – Girls Go Wild Lyrics

[Chorus] Girls go wild on the West Coast “Come on baby, let’s go” That’s what she said Sunshine brighter than blind love It’s all in the name of the wild wild west [Outro] (It’s all in the name of the wild wild west) I really love you You know I really do Whatever happens, I hope you’re happy too I really love you So what you wanna do [Verse 1] I’ve been caged, I’ve been hounded, I’ve been hunted and tamed I’m the outlaw of outside and ready to rage I’m in search of the heart I can eat to renew me, yeah And I’m dazzled by all of the things that undo me [Chorus] Girls go wild on the West Coast “Come on baby, let’s go” That’s what she said Sunshine brighter than blind love It’s all in the name of the wild wild west [Verse 2] Take my love, take my soul, you just take what you can When we fuck now, it feels like you don’t understand Tell you what, it don’t suck, and I need you right now, yeah You’re the one that I want, so I won’t make a sound [Chorus] Girls go wild on the West Coast “Come on baby, let’s go” That’s what she said Sunshine brighter than blind love It’s all in the name of the wild wild west [Bridge] I really love you You know I really do Whatever happens, I hope you’re happy too I really love you So what you wanna do?

Aminé – SHINE Lyrics

I guess that’s confidence We sippin’ sake soakin’ sun so sofa’s never comfy So sorry summer’s over but you still my lil mommy I wake up, then get up Graveyard shift ’til 5 You stay up, then we fuck You always down to ride When she do the tip drill, throw it like a pinwheel My problems only minor, nonexistent like a kids’ wheel [Pre-Chorus] I don’t wanna feel like I need ya You’re a catch but I’m not a receiver I’m nervous what this might turn into Know my skin glows whenever I see ya [Chorus] That’s why I’m shinin’ Shinin’ Shinin’ Shinin’ That’s why I’m shinin’ Shinin’ Shinin’ Shinin’ Should I even bother? [Pre-Chorus] I don’t wanna feel like I need ya You’re a catch but I’m not a receiver I’m nervous what this might turn into Know my skin glows whenever I see ya [Chorus] That’s why I’m shinin’ Shinin’ Shinin’ Shinin’ That’s why I’m shinin’ Shinin’ Shinin’ Shinin’ [Verse 1] I fuck up like everyday I fuck up in every way I fuck up like when I pull up on Sunday at Chick-Fil-A My dark twisted fantasy, beautiful insanity When the rain pours, I’m the one you call your canopy Face be moisturized, sun keep beamin’ on your thighs In Hawaii lookin’ fly, my obsession multiplies Butter on my fingers I’m nothing like Jerry Rice When you glow, that’s how I glow So my feelings they pay the price [Pre-Chorus] I don’t wanna feel like I need ya You’re a catch but I’m not a receiver I’m nervous what this might turn into Know my skin glows whenever I see ya [Chorus] That’s why I’m shinin’ Shinin’ Shinin’ Shinin’ That’s why I’m shinin’ Shinin’ Shinin’ Shinin’ [Verse 2] Is this shit forever? Where’s the evidence?

Jay Critch – Gettin Da Cash Lyrics

I got shooters hit, shoot and clap your bitch (what happened?) I be cooling smoking Jattic I got lotta pounds in the stash and shit (smoking jattic) I might hit it then I’ll pass it I might fuck around, Steve Nash your bitch (fuck around, Steve Nash it) I had to Balmain the fabric Go get that new wraith do the dash in it (skrt) I got shooters hit, shoot and clap your bitch (pull up on ’em like what happened?) I be cooling smoking jattic I got lotta pounds in the stash and shit (I be coolin smoking jattic) I might hit it then I’ll pass it I might fuck around, Steve Nash your bitch (fuck around, Steve Nash it) I had to Balmain the fabric Go get that new wraith do the dash in it [Verse 2] Aye, I might fuck around and pass it Just like D. Will, Steve Nash and them (D. I got shooters hit, shoot and clap your bitch (pull up on ’em like what happened?) I be cooling smoking Jattic I got lotta pounds in the stash and shit (cooling smoking jattic) I might hit it then I’ll pass it I might fuck around, Steve Nash your bitch (fuck around, Steve Nash it) I had to Balmain the fabric Go get that new wraith do the dash in it (skrt skrt) [Verse 1] High like the attic I’m in LA, need a pound of the cookie She a fiend, she a addict She got and old nigga, but that nigga a rookie (that nigga a rookie) Spend some green on the fabric Now she trying to pull up, trying to give me the good shit (trying to give me the good shit) I’ma go ahead and smash it Now a nigga bugging out over some pussy (over some pussy, hey!) Aye, diamonds shining now they can’t overlook me I had to go and make a plan for the guap (plan for the guap) He be acting like the man, he not (he not) She’s like what’s the flashing on your hand, the rocks (hand, the rocks) Do the dash and she like where’s the top (where’s the top) Mansion looking like the stairs don’t stop Fuck the fashion I like bands a lot (bands a lot) [Chorus] Aye, I be (hey) Getting the cash and shit (getting the cash and shit) Doing the …

Sabrina Claudio – Come Here lyrics

[Verse 1] I’m dying to see you You know what I’m fiending for The only one to get to me Only one to get this close [Chorus] So I want you to come here I want you to come here I just need you near No matter how, just make it here Now [Verse 2] How does it feel When you’re roaming ’round my mind? To be the only one That knows what’s inside [Chorus 2] I want you to come here I want you to come here I just need you near No matter how, just make it here (I want you to come here) I want you to come here I want you to come here I want you to come here (I want you) I want you to come here (So please baby come here) I want you to come here [Chorus 3] So I want you to come here I want you to come here I just need you near No matter how, just make it here

Aminé – TOGETHER Lyrics

[Chorus: LA Priest] You’ve waited long, forever A heart is worth the weather You should go out and get her And learn to love together [Verse 1] I fucked things up I see it in this cup (yeah) I didn’t mean to suck, I’m stuck Sometimes I’m just too honest, admittin’ that it’s common I should’ve used my common sense So now I’ve gots to vent (yeah) I can’t stand ya, but I want ya We s’posed to be together forever [Pre-Chorus] Leaking from the pain, need a band-aid (hey!) You’re the main thing I need to maintain (whoo!) Almost had my baby, need a damn drink (damn drink) Swimmin’ through your feelings, how I stay sane (stay sane) You’re the one I need, I hope this really works (really works) ‘Cuz everything I need is always in your purse (purse) Back again, yeah I’m back again (back) I truly miss when you and me were only friends (yee) When it was just innocent (yeah) And we ain’t have a past (true) Sometimes I wish we could skip To the part where we all just laugh (yeah) [Chorus: LA Priest] You’ve waited long, forever A heart is worth the weather You should go out and get her And learn to love together [Verse 2] I don’t wanna be at your wedding (no) I wanna be in your wedding (yuh) Matter of fact, call down L. Joe So he can sweedle-dee at your wedding (sweedle-dee dee dee) But if this don’t work out (yeah) I might have to go and work out (yuh) Even if I’m late I’ma keep her I’m a college dropout (true) I’ma work this all out (yeah) I’ma get my thoughts out (bitch) I’ma kick them thoughts out (yeah) Block all the numbers so I never get a text out (oh yeah) [Pre-Chorus] Leaking from the pain, need a band-aid (band-aid) You’re the main thing I need to maintain (maintain) Almost had my baby, need a damn drink (a damn drink) Swimmin’ through your feelings, how I stay sane (I stay sane) You’re the one I need, I hope this really works (really works) Everything I need is always in your purse (in your purse) Back again (yuh), yeah I’m back again (I’m back) My life around common, I miss when we were friends (sorry) When it was just innocent (sorry) And we ain’t have a past …