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blackbear – gucci linen Lyrics

[Chorus: blackbear]
My bed is draped in Gucci linen, uh
I never say, “I love you” to these women, no
Unless you is my mama, yeah
I take her shopping, tell her “You can have anything you want in here”, ooh
When I’m fucking, call me Papa, yeah
They saying I’m a problem yeah
I’m high as a bird, Nelly Furtado, yeah
No Nelly, no Nelly, it’s getting hot in here, whoa

[Verse 1: blackbear]
I make a lot a year, I see a lot of tears
I made a lot of girls cry, don’t really know why
I’m at the W getting W’s
I ain’t do this shit because I want to, I just gotta have it
And I don’t need no practice, got it in the basket
Got a Louis bag for lust, I’m cashing
And I’m about to go and play a show and make 50 racks
That’s big facts, that’s a flex
I just did it with no label, that’s a fact, that’s a fact
I just did it on the table, whoa

[Chorus: blackbear]
My bed is draped in Gucci linen, uh
I never say, “I love you” to these women, no
Unless you is my mama, yeah
I take her shopping, tell her
“You can have anything you want in here,” ooh
When I’m fucking, call me Papa, yeah
They saying I’m a problem yeah
I’m high as a bird, Nelly Furtado, yeah
No Nelly, no Nelly, it’s getting hot in here

[Verse 2: 2 Chainz]
Miseducation of Tity Boi
Umbilical cord filled with plenty drugs (yeah)
My mama a G and my daddy dead
I went to the prom wearing black and red
The neighborhood turn into Pakistan
Middle of the war zone, I was back in ‘Nam
With some caps, with some packs and some nappy dread
Shoot at you, then shoot at the ambulance
Gucci my, Gucci my spread, uh
Marble floor all to my stairs, uh
My circle don’t fuck with no squares, uh
When I fuck ’em, I fuck ’em in pair, yeah
Gucci my, Gucci my spread, yeah
Green and the white and the red, yeah
I took me one to the head, uh
Then I took me one to the bed, yeah

[Chorus: blackbear]
My bed is draped in Gucci linen, uh
I never say “I love you” to these women, no
Unless you is my mama, yeah
I take her shopping and tell her
“You can have anything you want in here,” ooh
When I’m fucking, call me Papa, yeah
They saying I’m a problem, yeah
I’m high as a bird, Nelly Furtado, yeah
No Nelly, no Nelly, it’s getting hot in here, whoa
My bed is draped in Gucci linen, uh
I never say, “I love you” to these women, no
Unless you is my mama, yeah
I take her shopping and tell her
“You can have anything you want in here,” ooh
When I’m fucking, call me Papa, yeah
They saying I’m a problem yeah
I’m high as a bird, Nelly Furtado, yeah
No Nelly, no Nelly, it’s getting hot in here, whoa

Blackbear – Gucci Linen (feat. 2 Chainz)

[Chorus: blackbear]
My bed is draped in Gucci linen, uh
I never say, "I love you" to these women, no
Unless you is my mama, yeah
I take her shopping, tell her
You can have anything you want in here
Ooh, when I’m fucking, call me Papa, yeah
They saying I’m a problem yeah
I’m high as a bird, Nelly Furtado, yeah
No Nelly, no Nelly, it’s getting hot in here, whoa

[Verse 1: blackbear]
I make a lot a year, I see a lot of tears
I made a lot of girls cry, don’t really know why
I’m at the W, getting W’s
I ain’t do this shit because I want to, I just gotta have it
And I don’t need no practice, got it in the basket
Got a Louis bag for lust I’m cashing
And I’m about to go and play a show and make 50 racks
That’s big facts, that’s a flex
I just did it with no label, that’s a fact, that’s a fact
I just did it on the table, whoa

[Verse 2: 2 Chainz]
Miseducation of Tity Boi
Umbilical cord filled with plenty drugs (yeah)
My mama a G and my daddy dead
I went to the prom wearing black and red
The neighborhood turn into Pakistan
Middle of the war zone, I was back in ‘Nam
With some cat, with some [?], and some nappy dread
Shoot at you then shoot at the ambulance
Gucci my, Gucci my spread, uh
Marble floor all to my stairs, uh
My circle don’t fuck with no squares, uh
When I fuck ’em, I fuck ’em in pair, yeah
Gucci my, Gucci my spread, yeah
Green and the white and the red, yeah
I took me one to the head, uh
Then I took me one to the bed, yeah

[Chorus: blackbear]
My bed is draped in Gucci linen, uh
I never say, "I love you" to these women, no
Unless you is my mama, yeah
I take her shopping and tell her
"You can have anything you want in here"
Ooh, when I’m fucking, call me Papa, yeah
They saying I’m a problem, yeah
I’m high as a bird, Nelly Furtado, yeah
No Nelly, no Nelly, it’s getting hot in here, whoa
My bed is draped in Gucci linen, uh
I never say, "I love you" to these women, no
Unless you is my mama, yeah
I take her shopping and tell her
"You can have anything you want in here"
Ooh, when I’m fucking, call me Papa, yeah
They saying I’m a problem yeah
I’m high as a bird, Nelly Furtado, yeah
No Nelly, no Nelly, it’s getting hot in here, whoa

Usher – No Limit (Remix) (feat. Master P, Travis Scott, 2 Chainz, A$Ap Ferg & Gucci Mane)

[Intro: Usher]
Yeah I meant what I said on the first one
Not long then I’m comin’ with the new one
Yeah I know, y’all been waitin’ for a minute
That’s what I do, keep it no limit
G-Mix! Yep yep, Ursher baby
Yeah, yeah

[Hook: Usher]
Make you say uh, no limit
T Scott and Master P with me, no limit baby
2 Chainz and Gucci mane, no limit
Yeah, Eastside Ferg, not the re but the G-Mix
There’s no limit baby
Make you say uh, no limit
I C-Mu-Mu-Murder that, no limit baby
Give you that ghetto D girl, no limit
Just know when you roll with a nigga like me
There’s no limit baby, G-Mix
[Verse 1: Master P & Usher]
More money, more bitches gon’ love ya
I got the hook up, it’s nothin’
I park the Phantom, we fuckin’, I told her friend that we wasn’t
I told her man that we cousins
I made this remix for Usher, did it for Travis and hustlin’
I gave the game to my youngsters
I showed ’em how to get paper
We takin’ trips to Jamaica
I’ve been bout it bout it, since "Bout It, Bout It"
Bad bitches gon’ come up out it
We ain’t even gotta talk about it
No Limit boys get rowdy-rowdy
Shawty bad, I won’t try that
Say she want it, I’ma buy that
All this ice get them panties wet
Ughhh, it’ll ride that
G-Mix, yeah yeah

[Verse 2: Travis Scott]
Silkk The Shocker with the bandana tied sideways (yeah)
Master P, no gold teeth, I got the diamonds in it
I’ve been minding my business, you’ve been minding mine
If the love has no limit, why your ass decline? (straight up)
All these cell phone minutes, all these written rhymes (yeah, yeah)
Just one thing to make this finish if you cross the line (yeah)
Eat, sleep, fuck, sleep, fuck
Yeah, all day, that’s my baby (yeah)
She private, party, to keep me, started
Baby, party, these diamonds, cost forty
All this money gotta count for something (yeah)
Keep that shit no limit, fuck 100 (straight up)

[Hook: Usher]
Make you say uh, no limit
Got that Master P, no limit baby
Give you that black card, no limit (yep yep)
2 Chainz, hold up, Tity Boi
There’s no limit baby

[Verse 3: 2 Chainz]
Okay you’re fine, shawty you know that you’re fine
I pull you out of the line
Then I recline, I put it right in your spine
I make you smile all the time
I pour you wine, I’m puttin’ Act’ into mine
I take it back like rewind
I take you back, put you in back of the Bach
I got my hand on your thighs
I am the ice cream man, no limit
Pull up in a two seater with four women baby
Mouth full of golds, lick you from your head to your toes
All these lame dudes get exposed
Only the real, I give an F how you feel
I spent a check on these clothes
I make a wish on a rose, I got the stars on the roof
I am a dog, I go woof
I am the shit, I am the Pepe Le Pew
I got a rep in the crew
I got a plan with a partna, I got her out of the Honda
I just might get her a tank
I give a fuck what you think
Takin’ selfies in the bank

[Verse 4: A$AP Ferg]
I’m Silkk The Shocker, clothes designer, Fendi, Prada
Mama got the illest nana
Beat it proper, eat it up just like desire
Make me holler "oh my God"
Mommy, daddy, but I’m father from her father
Smoke the coochie up like marijuana
Do the honors, long as she mow the lawn up
Make her scream like "uhhh"
I’m the new Dave P Miller, yeah
Might ball in that chinchilla, ay
Probably try out for the A, ay
Cause I score more than these niggas, ay
Remember them TV dinners
And never go to Nevel’s for the mean dinner, ay
I’ma go with the grilled steak, ay
Swear it feel good to be richer

[Hook: Usher]
Make you say uh, no limit
Got that Master P, no limit baby
If I give you that black card, better show me, no limit
Just know right now it’s the G-Mix
There’s no limit baby

[Verse 5: Gucci Mane]
I done fucked with this one and that one, a white one, a black one
I’ve been there and done that now I ain’t even on that
But these hoes ain’t on shit anyway
And at the end of the day man I don’t even want that
I lucked up then I fucked up and we broke up
Then we made up but I got locked back up
But it ain’t how you fall, it’s how you get right back up
I’m a one man army and my bitch my back up
Now it’s sit ups, pull ups, drips, and push ups
Thinkin’ bout the one who kept it triller
That’s my chick, she kept it realer
None of these hoes ain’t fuckin’ with her
You my private soldier mama, can I call you meal?
It’s truly ain’t no limit bae and I can’t wait to see you
Everything you think you want, know I can’t wait to give
Let’s lay a rock solid foundation bae cause I just wanna build
Your wildest dreams and fantasies, the way that you should live
Like Master P with golden ceilings babe and diamond chandeliers

[Outro: Usher]
Make you say uh, no limit
She put that Master P on me, no limit baby
Got her sitting court side, no limit
Just know how it go if you put it on me
There’s no limit baby
Make you say uh, no limit
I C-Mu-Mu-Mu-Murder that, no limit baby
Give you that ghetto D girl, no limit
Just know when you call and request it
Y’all asked for the G-Mix

Lil Durk – Too Late

[Intro: Lil Durk]
Gang!
Yeah
2 times, 2 times!

[Hook: Lil Durk]
Purple water, pour up that berry that’s blue ring
Diamond water Tity Boi 2 times, that’s like 4 chains
Boss shit, I fucked yo’ baby mama in Mulsanne
Fashion week, fashion week, you should peep my shoe game
Hoes wanna fuck ’cause the fame, Ay! Ay!
I think I wear more Yeezys than North West and Kim K
Private jet, fuck a key I tell the clip boys that I’m late
.40 on me, if you reading this message you too late

[Verse 1: Lil Durk]
The streets left me hangin’ with some niggas I can eat with
Ridin’ through with Chicago with some boys on some street shit
Fuck a lot niggas’ hoes ’cause I’m on some me shit
Do a hit, don’t go by for yo’ mans, he know he hit
Real lean, you a fool you thinkin’ I drink hit
Pull up on yo’ bitch i8 drop I might hit the swift
Dab on ’em, AP in the trap I might jab on ’em
AP, I know them well I spend a couple thou on them
3 pills, they don’t mean shit don’t put no time in it
I ain’t talkin’ college with these dudes, I put like 5 in it
5 for the glasses, pussy niggas I see 5 men
Slide with me, crippin’ with homie free the guys nigga
2 shots from this Smith & why they trippin’
2 shots from this henny I can feel it
We come for niggas yeah we know the business
Rob me pussy niggas what’s the endin’, like
I stunt, gotta open trunk to the edges
I bust, get up close to me and see that .50
Like I must, get a 100 M’s before I’m 50
Like pie crust, sip so much lean that I broke my kidneys

[Verse 2: Lil Durk]
MAC is on me, niggas so do the Macarena, ay!
Two seater, me and my main fuck I eat her, ay!
Cool nigga, a pair of yeezys some Adidas, ay!
15 thousand, go up to 20 for a feature, ay!
2 pints, I was overseas gettin’ it too high
Too fly, I can get a mansion up in Dubai
Drive by, only one I land up in the Chi
Feds on me, and these niggas prayin’ I get 10 lives
Opps cats, and I know for sure they ain’t got 10 lives
Catch ’em down (?) tell a pussy nigga bye bye
Street nigga, way before Pac I was thug life
Got up, it fell down twice I was drugged twice
K snitch, bitch I’m gang gang hoe I can’t switch
Grey hits, I ain’t talkin’ music bitch I’m Ape shit
Fake shit, only come around ’cause we stay lit
Take shit, call Fat Boy Chubbs we gon’ tape shit
Man down, bitch my city lit, we don’t play ’round
Beefin’ with my boys, tell them pussy niggas stand down
Choppas mad rugers good night heard that gun sound
Gonna shoot a nigga in his shit watch the gun show

Lil Durk – Too Late Lyrics

[Intro: Lil Durk]
Gang!
Yeah
2 times, 2 times!

[Hook: Lil Durk]
Purple water, pour up that berry that’s blue ring
Diamond water Tity Boi 2 times, that’s like 4 chains
Boss shit, I fucked yo’ baby mama in Mulsanne
Fashion (?) fashion week, you should peep my shoe game
Hoes wanna fuck ’cause the fame, Ay! Ay!
I think I wear more Yeezys than North West and Kim K
Private jet, fuck a key I tell the clip boys that I’m late
.40 on me, if you reading this message you too late

[Verse 1: Lil Durk]
The streets left me hangin’ with niggas I can eat with
Ridin’ through with Chicago with some boys on some street shit
Fuck a lot niggas’ hoes ’cause I’m on some me shit
Do a hit, don’t go by for yo’ mans, he know he hit
(?), you a fool you thinkin’ I drink hit
Pull up on yo’ bitch i8 drop I might hit the swift
Dab on ’em, AP in the trap I might jab on ’em
AP, I know them well I spend a couple thou on them
3 pills, they don’t mean shit don’t put no time in it
I ain’t talkin’ college with these dudes, I put like 5 in it
5 for glasses, pussy niggas I see 5 men
Slide with me, crippin’ with homie free the guys nigga
2 times for (?) that’s they trippin’
2 times from this henny I can feel it
We come for niggas yeah we know the business
Rob me pussy niggas was the endin’, like
I stunt, gotta open trunk to the edges
I bust, get up close to me and see that .50
Like I must, get a 100 M’s before I’m 50
Like pie crust, sip so much lean that I broke my kidneys

[Verse 2: Lil Durk]
MAC is on me, niggas so doo-doo MAC go in the (?), ay!
Two seater, me and my main fuck I eat her, ay!
Cool nigga, a pair of yeezys some Adidas, ay!
15 thousand, go up to 20 for a feature, ay!
2 pints, I was underseas gettin’ it too high
Too fly, I can get a mansion up in Dubai
Drive by, only one I land up in the Chi
Feds on me, and these niggas prayin’ I get 10 lives
Opps cast, and I know for sure they ain’t got 10 lives
Catch ’em down (?) tell a pussy nigga bye bye
Street nigga, way before Pac I was thug life
Got up, it fell down twice I was drugged twice
K snitch, bitch I’m gang gang hoe I can’t switch
Grey hits, I ain’t talkin’ music bitch I’m Ape shit
Fake shit, only come around ’cause we stay lit
Take shit, call a (?) we gon’ tape shit
Man down, bitch my city lit, we don’t play ’round
Beefin’ with my boys, tell them pussy niggas stand down
Choppas mad rugers good night heard that gun sound
Gonna shoot a nigga and the shit watch the gun sound