Sevyn Streeter – Guilty Lyrics (feat. A$ap Ferg & Chris Brown)

I know we in love (love)
But not with each other, no
And we don’t mind
‘Cause you’re still mine, ooh babe
If we keep it up (up)
Then maybe these two wrongs
Might make it right
But don’t tell nobody

We ain’t looking to hurt ’em (hurt ’em)
So good that we doing ’em dirty (dirty)
I won’t say no
I can’t say no, oh, oh
His calls, I’ve been ignoring (ignoring)
We up all night until the morning
I can’t say no, oh-whoa-oh

You gon’ get me caught up, love-drunk, f*cked up over you
But we don’t feel guilty the more that we keep
Sneaking, creeping, leaving hotel rooms
Might just leave him alone

With my girl and my phone face down
Hope you don’t call when she’s around
I know that you fiending now
All we know is touch-and-go
And now she looking at me different
I be leaving and telling her that it’s business
We mix bad with good intentions
All we know is no control

We ain’t looking to hurt ’em
So good that we doing ’em dirty
I won’t say no
I can’t say no, whoa-oh
Her calls, I’ve been ignoring
We up all night until the morning
I can’t say no, ooh-whoa

You gon’ get me caught up (caught up), love-drunk (caught up), f*cked up over you
But we don’t feel guilty the more that we keep

Sneaking (oh-whoa), creeping, leaving hotel rooms (leaving hotel rooms) (yeah)
Might just (might just) leave him (what?) alone (yeah) (you gon’ get me) (yeah!)

Can’t leave you alone, fiending and seeking your moans (yeah)
We be in a zone, he leave and I creep in your home (why?)
I’ll get your jiggy up, I’ll get you releasing that chrome (yeah)
That nigga finna go crazy, just answer your phone (why?)
Hey I’ve seen you with your man on Rodeo Drive (yeah)
SMH, just thinking ’bout how I was in those thighs (why?)
You know you wish you was with me, you see me in the ride (yeah)
You also see my bitch, she sitting in passenger side (yeah!)
Let’s just speak the real, I’m putting all passion aside (woo)
You know we (come on) started off as friends, we just happened to vibe (yeah)
Now you my guilty pleasure, fill me with ladders and lies (woo)
I think I met my match ’cause you as savage as I

You gon’ get me caught up, love-drunk, f*cked up over you
But we don’t feel guilty the more that we keep
Sneaking, creeping (I might have to lose you), leaving hotel rooms
Might just (might just) leave him (leave him) alone (leave him alone)

We just say
Boy, you close to me, baby
We just say
Boy, you close to me, baby

Lil’ Tracy – Finger The Money Lyrics (feat. Warhol.SS)

[Intro: Warhol.ss & Lil Tracy]
It's War and Tracy
Yeah, Tracy, Warhol, Tracy
What bitch should I choose?
Finger the money like p*ssy
Finger the money like p*ssy
(Ooh, Bi-Bighead on the beat)
Aye, aye

[Chorus: Lil Tracy]
What bitch should I choose?
All these hoes choosers
I can't take no L, I'm a sore loser (Loser, yuh)
Finger the money like p*ssy (Like p*ssy)
Finger the money like p*ssy (Like p*ssy)
Finger the money like p*ssy (Finger the money)
Finger the money like p*ssy
What bitch should I choose? (I don't know)
All these hoes choosers (They choosers, yuh)
I can't take no L, I'm a sore loser
Finger the money like p*ssy (Like p*ssy)
Finger the money like p*ssy
Finger the money like p*ssy
Finger the money like p*ssy (Finger the money)

[Verse 1: Warhol.ss]
Finger the money like puss (Bitch I'm choo, yeah)
Finger the money like puss (How I do, yeah)
Aye, aye, aye, choo
What bitch should I choose? What bitch should I choose?
Uh, yeah
What bitch should I choose?
I done made the news, I been smokin' boof
Been with Tracy, ridin' around on Rodeo Drive
New hoes callin' me, they finna pull up 'round five
She like she outside, uh, finna pull up
Tour, they callin', wassup? Finna pull up and I f*ck
I mix tech with wok, I don't need your thot
Know this shit won't change, but we be switchin' these lanes
[Chorus: Lil Tracy]
What bitch should I choose? (Yah, yah, yah, yah)
All these hoes choosers
I can't take no L, I'm a sore loser (Loser, yuh)
Finger the money like p*ssy (Like p*ssy)
Finger the money like p*ssy (Like p*ssy)

Finger the money like p*ssy
Finger the money like p*ssy
What bitch should I choose? (I don't know)
All these hoes choosers (They choosers, yuh)
I can't take no L, I'm a sore loser (Loser, yuh)
Finger the money like p*ssy (Like p*ssy)
Finger the money like p*ssy
Finger the money like p*ssy
Finger the money like p*ssy

[Verse 2: Lil Tracy]
What bitch should I choose? (Should I choose)
Duck, duck, duck, duck, goose (Duck, duck, goose)
Show her to my room, make that coochie loose (Coochie loose)
Damn, damn, different color hoes just like some crayons (Like some crayons)
Say she love me, wait, huh, I don't understand (What?)
Finger the money like p*ssy, finger the money like p*ssy (Finger the money)
I'm ballin, dunk on a rookie
I'm f*cking that bitch because I know that you couldn't (Yuh, yuh)
Warhol, Tracy, f*ck that talkin', nigga pay me (Pay me)
I'm hot, so they shady, yo bitch wanna date me
[Chorus: Lil Tracy]
What bitch should I choose? (Should I choose)
All these hoes choosers (They choosers, yuh)
I can't take no L, I'm a sore loser (Sore loser, yuh)
Finger the money like p*ssy (Like p*ssy)
Finger the money like p*ssy (Like p*ssy)
Finger the money like p*ssy (I finger the money)
Finger the money like p*ssy (Finger the money)
What bitch should I choose? (I don't know)
All these hoes choosers (They choosers)
I can't take no L, I'm a sore loser (Sore loser)
Finger the money like p*ssy (Just like p*ssy)
Finger the money like p*ssy (I finger the money, yuh)
Finger the money like p*ssy (Yuh, finger the money)
Finger the money like p*ssy

Lana Del Rey – Dreams v. Reality Lyrics

At a young age I was intrigued by the sound
I was obsessed with the attention of a crowd
I was a singer, not a very popular one
I spent my time chasing the sun
I decided to be the perfect wife
Trophy wife with an opulent life
Summertime white wine callin’ up the kids at dinner time
(I wanna be on Rodeo Drive)
I wasn’t happy, deeply depressed
In the back of mind the dreams I pressed
I wanna be a musician
For the people to listen
And for my my long hair to glisten
In the bright flashes of the cameras
I coulda gone to Hollywood
I say it all the time
I shoulda gone to Hollywood in my youth and prime
I’d sit on the west coast, sip a cola lime
With you, with you, with you
(That’s all I wanna do)
My mind’s in a depression
My life’s in a recession
Can’t afford to fulfill my obsessions
So I drive, wind in my hair
With a destination of nowhere
Red lipstick on, I’m running away
To the city of angels
Far far away (will you come with me?)
Thank you God, I’m alive again
Thank you God, I’ve got my life to live
Thank you God, I’m alive again
Thank you God, I’ve got my life to live in Hollywood
I’m finally in Hollywood, on Rodeo Drive
Gonna be a star, I can see the H of the Hollywood sign
Maybe get into trouble, commit a crime
With you, with you, with you (that’s all I wanna do)

21 Savage & Metro Boomin – Ocean Drive lyrics

[Intro]
21, yeah
Real street nigga
21
Know what I’m sayin’?
Young nigga done been through some shit man
Now a young nigga on top man
But I still got that Glock man
Still let that motherfucker pop man
21

[Verse 1]
See Savage he be with them apes
Play with this shit, you get ate
Bitch I be covered in Bape
Bitch I be covered in Bape
You know I keep me a K
You know I keep me a Draco
Wrap a nigga like an eggroll
Big bullets leave a big hole
I was raised by the G code
Don’t bend, nigga don’t fold
My uncle taught me how to scrape the bowl
And my auntie still smokin’ blow
Came from nothin’, nigga we was poor
Eviction notices all on the door
Take out trash for some school clothes
I’m the one that the streets choose

[Hook]
Now I’m on Ocean Drive sipping codeine with the top down
20 grand on me, lot of jewelry and a Glock nine
Got my own money, pussy nigga I did not sign
Say Young Savage name in a song, it’s some shots fired
I’m on Ocean Drive sipping codeine with the top down
20 grand on me, lot of jewelry and a Glock nine
Lot of jewelry and a Glock nine
Lot of jewelry and a Glock nine
I’m on Ocean Drive sipping codeine with the top down
20 grand on me, lot of jewelry and a Glock nine
Lot of jewelry and a Glock nine
Lot of jewelry and a Glock nine

[Verse 2]
I can’t leave the house without my Glock nine
I can’t go nowhere without my Glock nine
I’m sippin’ codeine all on Ocean Drive
Poppin’ percocets on Rodeo Drive
Baby roll the window up and let’s get high
You ain’t no real nigga if you testify
I don’t have to question where my niggas ride
If you gotta question, they ain’t on your side
Plenty late nights I made my mama cry
Shootouts in apartments made my mama cry
Seen my niggas in a hearse, I Stevie Wonder-ed why
Retaliation, let ’em spark like it’s the Fourth July

[Hook]
Now I’m on Ocean Drive sipping codeine with the top down
20 grand on me, lot of jewelry and a Glock nine
Got my own money, pussy nigga I did not sign
Say Young Savage name in a song, it’s some shots fired
I’m on Ocean Drive sipping codeine with the top down
20 grand on me, lot of jewelry and a Glock nine
Lot of jewelry and a Glock nine
Lot of jewelry and a Glock nine
I’m on Ocean Drive sipping codeine with the top down
20 grand on me, lot of jewelry and a Glock nine
Lot of jewelry and a Glock nine
Lot of jewelry and a Glock nine

K Camp – Real Me (Rare Mixtape) letras

[Intro]
Ay Genius give them that flood fool
Uh-huh, OG

[Hook: K Camp]
If I keep drinking man this shit gon’ kill me
If I keep drinking man this shit gon’ kill me
Two bad bitches and they both wanna feel me
She fell in love but shit she don’t know the real me
OG kush got a young nigga lazy
Fuck these niggas and these bitches they’ll pay me
Fuck these niggas and these bitches they’ll pay me
I said fuck these niggas and these bitches they’ll pay me

[Verse 1: Young Dolph]
I said that I was gon’ quit it but I couldn’t
Addicted to riding round rubber band and dirty money but I shouldn’t
Stack the cake up stack for stack
Get the packs in back for back
Most of these niggas let bitches distract them from getting paper, I can’t have that
Them nothing bitches, y’all can have that
Point me to wherever the cash at
Yo fuck them niggas, they get blast at
Them lame niggas, they get laughed at
She too real, I couldn’t pass that
Weed so good I almost didn’t wanna pass that
I passed the blunt, poured an 8, said "okay now pass it back"
Smoking strong, drinking mud
Pull up fuck up the club, Rodeo Drive, fucked up a dub
If you ain’t getting no money my nigga you irrelevant
Got more baby bottles than my one year old
His filled up with apple juice and mine’s filled up with medicine

[Hook: K Camp]
If I keep drinking man this shit gon’ kill me
If I keep drinking man this shit gon’ kill me
Two bad bitches and they both wanna feel me
She fell in love but shit she don’t know the real me
OG kush got a young nigga lazy
Fuck these niggas and these bitches they’ll pay me
Fuck these niggas and these bitches they’ll pay me
I said fuck these niggas and these bitches they’ll pay me

[Verse 2: K Camp]
Yo fuck these niggas and fuck these bitches
I ain’t even tryna kick it witcha
Long way from the north side I done turned myself into a rich nigga
OG gas straight from the west got a bad bitch snatched out the bank
Know I’ve been drinking on the Hennessy but tonight I’m going for the D’usse
Run a bag up, run a bag up
These pussy ass niggas can’t pass us
These pussy ass niggas can’t pass us
In a new ‘Rari tell a motherfucker catch up
Lyric Ave where I kick it at
Bust that bag, get a whiff of that
House full of bad naked bitches
That bed side where I stick it at
9 times out of 10 I be smoking the gas
9 times out of 10 bitch I’m all on your ass
9 times out of 10 I’m running it up
9 times out of 10 it’s some Hen’ in my cup
9 times out of 10 got a deal with a fuck nigga hating
Fuck nigga hating
Know I’m in the latest and I’m done doing favors
Young K Way bitch and I’m still kicking flavors

[Hook: K Camp]
If I keep drinking man this shit gon’ kill me
If I keep drinking man this shit gon’ kill me
Two bad bitches and they both wanna feel me
She fell in love but shit she don’t know the real me
OG kush got a young nigga lazy
Fuck these niggas and these bitches they’ll pay me
Fuck these niggas and these bitches they’ll pay me
I said fuck these niggas and these bitches they’ll pay me

[Outro]
Yeah, yeah
OG, uh-huh
Hey, hey
OG kush got a young nigga lazy
OG kush got a young nigga lazy

K Camp – Real Me Lyrics

[Intro]
Ay Genius give them that flood fool
Uh-huh, OG

[Hook: K Camp]
If I keep drinking man this shit gon’ kill me
If I keep drinking man this shit gon’ kill me
Two bad bitches and they both wanna feel me
She fell in love but shit she don’t know the real me
OG kush got a young nigga lazy
Fuck these niggas and these bitches they’ll pay me
Fuck these niggas and these bitches they’ll pay me
I said fuck these niggas and these bitches they’ll pay me
[Verse 1: Young Dolph]
I said that I was gon’ quit it but I couldn’t
Addicted to riding round rubber band and dirty money but I shouldn’t
Stack the cake up stack for stack
Get the packs in back for back
Most of these niggas let bitches distract them from getting paper, I can’t have that
Them nothing bitches, y’all can have that
Point me to wherever the cash at
Yo fuck them niggas, they get blast at
Them lame niggas, they get laughed at
She too real, I couldn’t pass that
Weed so good I almost didn’t wanna pass that
I passed the blunt, poured an 8, said “okay now pass it back”
Smoking strong, drinking mud
Pull up fuck up the club, Rodeo Drive, fucked up a dub
If you ain’t getting no money my nigga you irrelevant
Got more baby bottles than my one year old
His filled up with apple juice and mine’s filled up with medicine

[Hook: K Camp]
If I keep drinking man this shit gon’ kill me
If I keep drinking man this shit gon’ kill me
Two bad bitches and they both wanna feel me
She fell in love but shit she don’t know the real me
OG kush got a young nigga lazy
Fuck these niggas and these bitches they’ll pay me
Fuck these niggas and these bitches they’ll pay me
I said fuck these niggas and these bitches they’ll pay me

[Verse 2: K Camp]
Yo fuck these niggas and fuck these bitches
I ain’t even tryna kick it witcha
Long way from the north side I done turned myself into a rich nigga
OG gas straight from the west got a bad bitch snatched out the bank
Know I’ve been drinking on the Hennessy but tonight I’m going for the D’usse
Run a bag up, run a bag up
These pussy ass niggas can’t pass us
These pussy ass niggas can’t pass us
In a new ‘Rari tell a motherfucker catch up
Lyric Ave where I kick it at
Bust that bag, get a whiff of that
House full of bad naked bitches
That bed side where I stick it at
9 times out of 10 I be smoking the gas
9 times out of 10 bitch I’m all on your ass
9 times out of 10 I’m running it up
9 times out of 10 it’s some Hen’ in my cup
9 times out of 10 got a deal with a fuck nigga hating
Fuck nigga hating
Know I’m in the latest and I’m done doing favors
Young K Way bitch and I’m still kicking flavors

[Hook: K Camp]
If I keep drinking man this shit gon’ kill me
If I keep drinking man this shit gon’ kill me
Two bad bitches and they both wanna feel me
She fell in love but shit she don’t know the real me
OG kush got a young nigga lazy
Fuck these niggas and these bitches they’ll pay me
Fuck these niggas and these bitches they’ll pay me
I said fuck these niggas and these bitches they’ll pay me

[Outro]
Yeah, yeah
OG, uh-huh
Hey, hey
OG kush got a young nigga lazy
OG kush got a young nigga lazy

K Camp – Real Me (feat. Young Dolph) letras

[Intro]
Ay Genius give them that flood fool
Uh-huh, OG

[Hook: K Camp]
If I keep drinking man this shit gon’ kill me
If I keep drinking man this shit gon’ kill me
Two bad bitches and they both wanna feel me
She fell in love but shit she don’t know the real me
OG kush got a young nigga lazy
Fuck these niggas and these bitches they’ll pay me
Fuck these niggas and these bitches they’ll pay me
I said fuck these niggas and these bitches they’ll pay me

[Verse 1: Young Dolph]
I said that I was gon’ quit it but I couldn’t
Addicted to riding round rubber band and dirty money but I shouldn’t
Stack the cake up stack for stack
Get the packs in back for back
Most of these niggas let bitches distract them from getting paper, I can’t have that
Them nothing bitches, y’all can have that
Point me to wherever the cash at
Yo fuck them niggas, they get blast at
Them lame niggas, they get laughed at
She too real, I couldn’t pass that
Weed so good I almost didn’t wanna pass that
I passed the blunt, poured an 8, said “okay now pass it back”
Smoking strong, drinking mud
Pull up fuck up the club, Rodeo Drive, fucked up a dub
If you ain’t getting no money my nigga you irrelevant
Got more baby bottles than my one year old
His filled up with apple juice and mine’s filled up with medicine

[Hook: K Camp]
If I keep drinking man this shit gon’ kill me
If I keep drinking man this shit gon’ kill me
Two bad bitches and they both wanna feel me
She fell in love but shit she don’t know the real me
OG kush got a young nigga lazy
Fuck these niggas and these bitches they’ll pay me
Fuck these niggas and these bitches they’ll pay me
I said fuck these niggas and these bitches they’ll pay me

[Verse 2: K Camp]
Yo fuck these niggas and fuck these bitches
I ain’t even tryna kick it witcha
Long way from the north side I done turned myself into a rich nigga
OG gas straight from the west got a bad bitch snatched out the bank
Know I’ve been drinking on the Hennessy but tonight I’m going for the D’usse
Run a bag up, run a bag up
These pussy ass niggas can’t pass us
These pussy ass niggas can’t pass us
In a new ‘Rari tell a motherfucker catch up
Lyric Ave where I kick it at
Bust that bag, get a whiff of that
House full of bad naked bitches
That bed side where I stick it at
9 times out of 10 I be smoking the gas
9 times out of 10 bitch I’m all on your ass
9 times out of 10 I’m running it up
9 times out of 10 it’s some Hen’ in my cup
9 times out of 10 got a deal with a fuck nigga hating
Fuck nigga hating
Know I’m in the latest and I’m done doing favors
Young K (?) bitch and I’m still kicking flavors

[Hook: K Camp]
If I keep drinking man this shit gon’ kill me
If I keep drinking man this shit gon’ kill me
Two bad bitches and they both wanna feel me
She fell in love but shit she don’t know the real me
OG kush got a young nigga lazy
Fuck these niggas and these bitches they’ll pay me
Fuck these niggas and these bitches they’ll pay me
I said fuck these niggas and these bitches they’ll pay me

[Outro]
Yeah, yeah
OG, uh-huh
Hey, hey
OG kush got a young nigga lazy
OG kush got a young nigga lazy