$hyfromdatre – Go Bestfriend Lyrics

(INTRO)
Da f*ckK
Hold on- bitches got beef but don't wanna fight me
Quit all that work hoe bite me-
BITCH
Hold on-

Bitch you fat need a tummy tuck
You dropping dis songs man bitch get your money up
If you bout it then run up
Used to be cool with this bitch
But she mad that I'm coming up
You a thot you gon suck it up
I got a white bitch in the club wanna pump it up
f*ck a speech imma sum It up
Shawty on a track you already know she gonna f*ck it up

Bitch, ya needa to worry bout a bag
Im rocking these shows and that's why she mad
After this dis, you goin out sad
Bitch you not boujee you don't got no class
Turnt in da booth an im piped off dat gas
Spin on yo block den we hitting da dash
Its still love fah ya doe
But bitch–im bout to get on yo ass

Shy gotta potty mouth
You wanna talk shit
BITCH — lets talk bout yo body count
You stink throw yo body out
Tryna hang wit da kid
Im da life of da party now
Ya'all supposed ta look up ta me
Bitch you can't rap an you really not touchin me
Jus like a virgin lil bitch cannot f*ck wit me
An I never been p*ssy but ya know wassup wit me

Now this bitch wanna pop shit

We was jus cool now this bitch wanna act like a oop bitch
Now she mad she can't stop shit
Said that ma breath stink
Cus im spittin dat hot shit

Quit all dat barkin lil bitch an come bite me
Bitches got beef but they don wanna fight me
Turnt to my music but swear they don't like me
You got my number hoe FaceTime Skype me

These hoes wanna be me
Im on yo radio soon ima be on yo TV
John Cena bitches can't see me
Im goin up an its these hella fans wanna meet me
Bitches don't get me
Bitch why you hatin you could've been goin up wit me
Spear on the bitch like she Brittney
You could diss any bitch but instead you gonna pick me
Make a bitch wanna hit me
Bitches me cap on my name the shoe did not fit me
Show deez bitches no pity
These bitches wanna be friends then admit it you miss me
Wrap up da beat like a doubie
Ion give a f*ck bout opinions you know imma do me
Bitch you a nat, you a groupie
Told da li bitches its some snacks & pulled up wit scoobies

(OUTRO)

BITCH — the f*ckkk
Dumb ass hoe
I just got on dis bitch ass
Bitch you don't rap harder than me
Get that shit the f*ckk up
BITCH

Chance the Rapper – The Man Who Has Everything Lyrics

[Verse 1]
What to get the man who has everything?
Tryna fit myself into a schedule and a wedding ring
Tryna eat everything
I was raised, it come across my plate then I better swing
Tryna turn confederate flags into confetti strings
I’m tryna back up my baby mama like Kevin Federline
Heard they got some nice-ass houses out there in Beverly
Never leave where I came from
I just need me some stockings and the chimney they could hang from
Photos so my kids can find out where they got their names from
Christmas cards so gorgeous other families wanna frame one
Real talk, I need a front yard, a backyard
A side yard, a side yard, inside bar, a dry bar
Nine cars and a garage, and it’s on hella acres
I’m tired of people visitin’, takin’ the elevator
Well, we’ll keep the elevator

[Chorus]
Love me forever, that’s all I ask of you
Love me forever, that’s all I ask of you

[Verse 2]
Don’t gifts get re-wrapped?
That shit could get sticky like tree sap
I gave you free raps, that shit sound like free facts
Which is ’bout as common as free Blacks
Stuck like freeze tag from one of these random police stops
Look like the treetops soon as the breeze stops
And once the debris drops, the streets 400 degrees hot
Please, man, we needin’ some freeze pops
What in the world for the man who has everything?
Man, West Chatham Park could use some better swings
Used to be disheveled, I went and shoveled everything
Tell Santa to show up to doors he never ring
He never ring

[Chorus]
Love me forever, that’s all I ask of you
That’s all I ask
Love me forever, that’s all I ask of you

[Verse 3]
That baby is a genius
Don’t teach him ’bout Santa ’til you teach him ’bout Jesus
Don’t take him out the snow to try to take him on beaches
I swear it’s enough leisure in this world to get lost
What’s the point of gainin’ chicken if you lose all the sauce?
What’s the point of gainin’ chicken if it can’t get across?
Lost the cold hard cash, they said, “Damn, that boy soft”
Same niggas lost their souls in a fuckin’ coin toss
I guess I cleaned up, Santa don’t miss no names but I miss Fatimah
It’s been a minute since I’ve seen her
Them the type of things I hate to bring up, just like the prenup
That shit be see-through like John Cena, Aquafina
But like the Christmas tape there’s things that I gotta get clear
Like my papa ask the same question every year
“What to get for my boy who has everything?”
I said, “I’ll take anything but everything,” you know?

[Chorus]
Love me forever, that’s all I ask of you
Love me forever, that’s all I ask of you
Love me forever, that’s all I ask of you
Love me forever, that’s all I ask of you

SOB X RBE – Carpoolin’

[Intro]
Yo…what are you doing here? What are you doing here? What are you doing here?

[Verse 1: DaBoii]
Bitch!
Get off on who you mad at
Niggas laughing, we is down, now they laughed at
Bitch swallow all my kids, I’m a bad dad
Looking for revenge with this Glock, once we tap tap
Stich brain on the opps watch ‘em quack, quack
Indian giver with his life, he can’t have back
He ain’t putting in work, he a half ass
Can’t ride the wave, go home on your back pack
Bitch, what type of shit is you on?
Yeah that’s your bitch but my dick, she be on
8 in a liter, when I sip it be strong
Ain’t tryna chase a bag? Dumb bitch then be gone
Offense with them straps, you gon’ need D
Want beef with the gang, you ‘gon need cheese
John Cena with them tints, you can’t see me
Fuck the law, catch a case, nigga free Theeze
If I gotta think twice, I won’t think at all
Bitch we won, all smoke, ain’t no peace at all
Treat the ops like a blunt, I’ll chief ‘em all
Before you play in that field, nigga kick balls
B-b-b-bitch
Yeah, and we is not playin’
You know DaBoii, he a beast you can not tame him
Take a chain on this neck, you are not able
Whole gang full of demons, we are not angels
House visit with the chop, that’s who rock cradle
All the eyes on us, but we not cable
Stand tall through it all, but we not tables
Niggas wanna play? Game on ‘cause we not playful

[Verse 2: Slimmy B]
B-b-b-bitch
Who the fuck gon’ stop me?
All this ice on, who the fuck gon’ rob me?
All these shooters with me, who the fuck gon’ try me?
High of the kush, in the clouds you can find me
I don’t fuck with niggas like a nazi
Nobody else, then I know God got me
Hi-Tech turn a nigga to a zombie
And I don’t want the puss, lil baby just top me (give me head)
I’ll set it off in this bitch
Feel like Rick Ross, I’m the boss in this bitch
Smack for a band, don’t get bought in this bitch
Make you bulletproof the whip, like Young Dolph in that bitch (boom, boom)
Touch a hundred bands, yeah I did that
Hit the lot, couple bands, yeah I did that
This street shit, naw nigga you don’t live that
Aid or a kick back, real nigga been that (lil’ nigga)
LV and Gucci had to mismatch
And for the right price, you can get your bitch back
Tired of them broke niggas? I can fix that
Just bought a Glock with the plug, where them sticks at?
Get to bustin’ have you niggas running, zig-zags (boom, boom)
Hit the road, get the bag, then I flip that
All the time my brother got, he can’t get back
But I got bands for him tucked when he get back
[?] a nigga got, I’ll switch it up
When you jump in these streets ain’t no givin’ up
Big .40, I’ll make a nigga give it up
And nigga reach for the chain, imma hit ‘em up
Crazy when you see your day ones switchin’ up
Crazy when you see the opp niggas clickin’ up
Fucking on a ho bitch? You niggas sick as fuck
And if it ain’t about a bag, I ain’t picking up

[Verse 3: Yhung T.O.]
First off, suck a nigga dick
Pole for an opp coming, suck a nigga clip
Clip so long, that it’s poking off my hip
If I wasn’t taken, I’d take a nigga bitch
Am I really insane? (Yeah bitch it’s true)
Six figures to my name? (Yeah bitch it’s true)
Heard I don’t fuck with you? (Yeah bitch it’s true)
Fuck what you thought, fuck what you knew
I’m a gold diggin’ nigga, need a check out a bitch
I’ll pass her to the gang, they get neck out the bitch
You was texting like you with it, what you scared for?
Let me hit it from the back, break the headboard
If not, I don’t give a fuck
I got diamonds in my mouth, when I talk bitches lust
Fuck it up sus, nigga getting at me wrong, I’ll fuck ‘em up sus
Chop with a drum, cook fuckin’ up my lungs
Cops looking for the Glock, ‘cause they think a nigga dumb
You will never see me posing with another nigga funds
You will never see me clutching on another nigga gun
Bitch I’m a soldier, I don’t got no limit
I’m a foreign car driver, I don’t ride no Civic
I’m a wild ass nigga and I don’t act civil
I don’t smoke no kush, I don’t smoke no skittles
Addicted to them racks, I’m a motherfuckin’ thief
All these bands still hanging out my motherfuckin’ jeans
Give a nigga all head ‘til its barely dome
I been running at that bag ‘til it’s barely gone
Let a nigga hit like I’m Barry Bonds
And I don’t fuck with niggas, I’m a uncle tom
Four-five on my hip but I’ll tote a nine
And if you ever take my bitch she was barely mine

[Outro]
RBE SOB that’s the gang bitch

smokepurpp – Glock Inside My Benz

[Intro]
Udigg, udigg
*harmonizing*
No such thing as friends

[Hook]
I don’t want no friends, I want no friends
Rather buy a Benz, don’t want no friends
In my pockets dead presidents
I don’t want no friends, I want no friends
Glock inside my Benz, no such thing as friends
Glock inside my Benz, no such thing as friends
Glock inside my Benz, no such thing as friends
Glock inside my Benz, no such thing as friends

[Verse 1]
Hit that bitch in a Lamb’
Tax a motherfucker like Uncle Sam
And I’m off the xan, don’t give a damn
When I’m in LA they pull out cameras
G-Glock in my closet
Showed that bitch that Benz, now she drippin’ like a faucet
Before I kick in the door, bitch you know a nigga knockin’
Autotune status, bitch you know that my shit knockin’
If you stealin’ swag, I ain’t gon’ stop it
See I’m in the streets and I might drop ’em
Keep that fuck nigga, keep away
You can see it in my fit, I’m gettin’ paid
See me, you can see me
I feel like John Cena on this CD
Lil Purpp bless your trap that’s what the streets need
Don’t owe a nigga shit cause you don’t feed me

[Bridge]
And I pour the mud ’til I’m sleepy
Lil’ bitch wanna touch on my pee pee
I’m a deadstar, rockstar
I’m a deadstar

[Hook]
I don’t want no friends, I want no friends
Rather buy a Benz, don’t want no friends
In my pockets dead presidents
I don’t want no friends, I want no friends
Glock inside my Benz, no such thing as friends
Glock inside my Benz, no such thing as friends
Glock inside my Benz, no such thing as friends
Glock inside my Benz, no such thing as friends

[Verse 2]
Sweat, molly made me sweatin’
Yeah bitch I’m a star but I’m still dead
And I’m with my dawg just like a vet
Pull up at your trap and get it wet
Do it for my set
And I never talk to no feds
In LA I used to sleep with no bed
Now I’m a million dollar nigga in the jet
Udigg, SLATT

[Hook]
I don’t want no friends, I want no friends
Rather buy a Benz, don’t want no friends
In my pockets dead presidents
I don’t want no friends, I want no friends
Glock inside my Benz, no such thing as friends
Glock inside my Benz, no such thing as friends
Glock inside my Benz, no such thing as friends
Glock inside my Benz, no such thing as friends

Sage The Gemini – Now & Later

I can be ya lifesaver
Treat me like a jawbreaker
You got 31 flavors, baby
You can get this now and later, now and later
You can get this now and later, now and later
It’s your choice

Stop playin’, you actin’ like I don’t do this
Build an empire, you Cookie, I’m Uncle Lucius
Give you good head until you get a contusion
If you don’t come back, I think I’mma lose it
I think I’mma lose it
If I ever had ya number, I think I would use it
I’m feelin’ some way, you know I hate losin’
If ya heart was in a bank, I’d rob it just to prove it
C’mon, you a mean diva
I’ll grab your problems by the neck like I’m John Cena
You got a past, I ain’t get to go to prom, either
So don’t make it hard to believe that I ain’t need ya

You’re beautiful like spring time
Let me know you in the meantime
Hopefully, if things seem right
I’mma be needing your ring size

I can be ya lifesaver
Treat me like a jawbreaker
You got 31 flavors, baby
You can get this now and later, now and later
You can get this now and later, now and later
It’s your choice

I love attitudes, but not the drama
You made it to my heart, hamdoullah al salama
Salam aleikoum you leave maa salama
You know my charm, you say it brings problems
Let me love you, put nothing above you
If we see your ex, I’ll overly kiss and hug you
Make him jealous, now he’s overzealous
Tryna act cool, I think he’s over-selling
I don’t mean no harm
I’m always there, Sage from State Farm
Whatever you do, don’t ban me from your heart
I pray to God he don’t keep us apart cause

You’re beautiful like spring time
Let me know you in the meantime
Hopefully, if things seem right
I’mma be needing your ring size

I can be ya lifesaver
Treat me like a jawbreaker
You got 31 flavors, baby
You can get this now and later, now and later
You can get this now and later, now and later
It’s your choice

Let me see what you came to do
You’re the sugar rush to my sweet tooth
You’re the sugar rush to my sweet tooth
You’re the sugar rush to my sweet tooth
Let me see what you came to do
You’re the sugar rush to my sweet tooth
You’re the sugar rush to my sweet tooth
You’re the sugar rush to my sweet tooth

I can be ya lifesaver
Treat me like a jawbreaker
You got 31 flavors, baby
You can get this now and later, now and later
You can get this now and later, now and later
It’s your choice

Sage The Gemini – Now And Later letras

[Hook]
I can be your life saver
Treat me like a jaw breaker
You got 31 flavors, baby
You can get this now and later, now or later
You can get this now and later, now or later
It’s your choice

[Verse 1]
Stop playing, you acting like I don’t this
Built an empire, you Cookie, I’mma be Lucious
Give me good head until you get a conclusion
If you don’t come back, I think I’mma lose it
I think I’mma lose it
If I ever had your number, I think I would use it
I’m feeling some way, you know I hate losing
If your heart was in a bank, I’d rob it just to prove it
Come on, you a mean diva
I’ll grab your problems by the neck like I’m John Cena
You got a past, I didn’t get to go to prom, either
So don’t make it hard to believe that I need you
[Pre-Hook]
You’re beautiful like spring time
Let me know you in the meantime
Hopefully, if things seem right
I’mma be needing your ring size

[Hook]
I can be your life saver
Treat me like a jaw breaker
You got 31 flavors, baby
You can get this now and later, now or later
You can get this now and later, now or later
It’s your choice

[Verse 2]
I love attitudes, but not the drama
You made it to my heart, hamdoullah al salama
Salam aleikoum you lead my salama
You know my charm, you say it brings problems
Let me love you, put nothing above you
If we see your ex, I’ll overly kiss and hug you
Make him jealous, now he’s overzealous
Tryna act cool, I think he’s over-selling
I don’t mean no harm
I’m always there, Sage from State Farm
Whatever you do, don’t ban me from your heart
I pray to God he don’t keep us apart

[Pre-Hook]
You’re beautiful like spring time
Let me know you in the meantime
Hopefully, if things seem right
I’mma be needing your ring size

[Hook]
I can be your life saver
Treat me like a jaw breaker
You got 31 flavors, baby
You can get this now and later, now or later
You can get this now and later, now or later
It’s your choice

[Bridge]
Let me see what you came to do
You’re a sugar rush to my sweet tooth
You’re a sugar rush to my sweet tooth
You’re a sugar rush to my sweet tooth
Let me see what you came to do
You’re a sugar rush to my sweet tooth
You’re a sugar rush to my sweet tooth
You’re a sugar rush to my sweet tooth

[Hook]
I can be your life saver
Treat me like a jaw breaker
You got 31 flavors, baby
You can get this now and later, now or later
You can get this now and later, now or later
It’s your choice