Morgenshtern – Leck Lyrics

[Припев: kddk and Fetty Wap]
You know my buddies saying
Leck, leck, leck, leck, leck, leck, leck
You know my girlies saying
Leck, leck, leck, leck, leck, leck, leck
Ah, and everybody saying
Leck, leck, leck, leck, leck, leck, leck
Yo, I know I gotta say it
Leck, leck, leck, leck, leck, leck, leck (Ayy, Zoovier)

[Куплет 1: Fetty Wap]
Ayy, know you love a nigga style, little baby (Yeah)
I got money, I can it throw for a while, little baby (Yeah)
All blue hundrеds in the pile, little baby (Yеah)
Love your pretty face, little smile, little baby
Ayy, yeah, big bankroll out
Call my nigga Hef, tell a nigga bring the hoes out
Know I like a pretty yellow bone with her toes out (Ooh)
Said it’s war, super Blood, bring them poles out, yeah, baby
Girl, you know I got you, baby (Yeah)
Put you on the rocks too, baby (Yeah)
Bring you to the block too, baby (Yeah)
What you want? ‘Cause I want you, yeah (Oow)
Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, in love with you (Yeah, baby, ooh)
Drop, drop, drop, drop, drop, drop, drop, yeah (Yeah, baby)

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[Припев: kddk, Fetty Wap and morgenshtern]
You know my buddies saying
Leck, leck, leck, leck, leck, leck, leck
You know my girlies saying
Leck, leck, leck, leck, leck, leck, leck
Ah, and everybody saying
Leck, leck, leck, leck, leck, leck, leck
Yo, I know I gotta say it
Leck, leck, leck, leck, leck, leck, leck (Ayy, Zoovier)
Хэй, хэй, хэй, хэй
Morgen

[Куплет 2: morgenshtern]
Сука, на мне часики Cartier (Дорого)

Сука, на мне сука, как Cardi (B!)
p*ssy этой суки так горит (Хэй)
Хэй, я — playboy, будто Carti
Сука на мне, я зову её цепь (Цепь)
Мы на войне, я зову её цель
Эта сука на мне, она моя —
Значит никогда больше не будет твоей
Папа — comeback, выбиваю все двери (Хэй)
Папа — champagne, поливаю — всем fanny (Хэй)
Папа so dirty (Грязь), мне нужен fairy (Эй)
Тут Imanbek, Morgen и Fetty

[Бридж: morgenshtern]
Собрались как-то раз Америкос, Казах, Еврей (Хэй)
Ворвались на твой трап и забрали блядей (Хэй)
Собрались как-то раз Америкос, Казах, Еврей
(Хэй, хэй, хэй, хэй, хэй, хэй, хэй)
Сделали такой хит, шо весь мир охуел
(Хэй, хэй, хэй, хэй, хэй, хэй, хэй)
— Месье Fetty Wap, будьте добры, скажите этим сукам

[Припев: kddk and Fetty Wap]
You know my buddies saying
Leck, leck, leck, leck, leck, leck, leck
You know my girlies saying
Leck, leck, leck, leck, leck, leck, leck
Ah, and everybody saying
Leck, leck, leck, leck, leck, leck, leck
Yo, I know I gotta say it
Leck, leck, leck, leck, leck, leck, leck (Ha)

Fast Food Music – Ffm Freestyle: Soda Luv Lyrics (feat. Soda Luv)

Lil Yachty — «Coffin»

А-ай, блять, сука
А, а, а, а
Я, а, а, а
Бля, может про микроволновку немного? Йо, а
Микроволновка помогает сушить стафф
Глаз надуло, теперь я будто Fetty Wap
Мои штаны, бла-бла-бла-бла
Она будет первой, сделает sloppy top
Она умеет, ведь она не дилетант
Ты не с нами, нам не нужно палево
Если я направо, то тебе налево, а
Делаю стафчик, заразный как холера
Ты пиздабол, на тебе кепка New Era
Крупные банки, как будто мы любера
Я вырос под биты от Lex'а Luger’а
Вода, течёт с меня будто из кулера
Сука, тебя мы обули, но мы даже не Гена Букин, а
Йо, я, следи за руками, это магия
На фристайле выдаю так, что вы все рты поразевали, а, я
Вы все разевали
Вы нихуя не делали, сидели на диване
А я теперь сижу как на-а-а
Идите нахуй
OG Buda feat. Polyana — «Диибо»

О-о-о
Ну всё, ебать
А-а-а
Салют OG Buda, салют Polyana, MB, йо, а, а
Этот трап стал для нас циклом
Циклон красными сделал глаза, как циклоп
Большие лимоны, как цитрон
Делаю бабки, нахуй диплом
Большой slice, как Кимбо
Rockstar, прям как Ringo, как Limbo
Сука низко в одних стрингах, ё
Схавал opp'а, как D.masta Big Bon
Не ведусь на левый движ, как Bond
Даже не азиат, чтобы быть Nigo
Opp лижет болт, в моём bag'е нитро
У тебя нет кентов, ты сам себе gang, как Meepo
Пройди мимо
Либо, если ты хочешь meet с extendo clip’ом
Дай мне клитор
Большие джоинты, как хоккеисты
Порвал ей киску, будто бы блистер
Если быть синим, то только как Crips'ы
Весь твой дым — это просто Winston
Я высоко, как Detroit Pistons
Подкину лоха, будто D Rose
Opp устал, он как Quest Pistols
Маленький Uzi сделает тебя горизонтальным
Слетишь с ног, как будто сандали
Вроде рот открыл я, но это opp'ы ща отсосали
Запутал копов, как Сусанин
Призвал маргарина, как Сусаноо
My nigga, я ща на маник
На киске не будет ссадин, ё, а
И твоя сука любит когда я сзади
И когда я ей затолкнул, м-м-м, а-а-а, блять
А, это rus drill, я ей, м-м-м, а-а-а, сука
Я, а
Н-н-н, на мне Yolo
Взял его у мажора
Я читаю ваще мимо бита и мне, бля, похуй
Я вообще какой-то ахуевший, блять
И я сёдня не доевший, бля
У меня болит живот, как будто панкреатит
Салют Buda OG, а-а-а, м
Я, я, я, м-м-м
Ай, блять, на самом деле rus drill уже умер
Pretty Scream — «Unreleased»

А!
Я голодный пёс, я готов порвать, сука
Я только что передавал Seemee shoutout
Еще раз: Seemee shoutout, shoutout Melon Music
Shoutout Fast Food Music, я
А, а, я-ха
Мне чё-то стало как-то душно
Парни, вы, походу, равнодушны
Меня никто даже не нахапал тут
Когда я вошёл сюда
Они мне говорят: "Влад, если ты нахапаешься
Будет провальный фристайл, это правда, брат, да"
Почему я тогда читаю как Скриптонит?

Я не понимаю, брат, у меня что-то горит внутри
Сука, что-то горит внутри, а, я
Если бы я был кальянным рэпером
Меня бы звали Карим, я
У нас тут столько снега, как будто бы бля, на Карибах
Я-я-я, а-ах
На мне, бля, Puma, на тебе, бля, — Reebok
А, сука, увижу тебя — я тя выебу
О, о, о, о, о
Ё, о, о, о, ещё чё?
О, о, Сода Лав, Сода Лав, о-о-о
20-20-20-21
Почти что, на время, бля, посмотри
Путин скоро будет тэ-нэ-нэ-нэ
Сука, я бы с ним, бля, не рамсил
А-а-а, я люблю свою страну, а
И у меня есть белый, синий и красный, как триколор, а
Я, я, есть в бале—
Пачки как в балете, но не в трико
На мне штаны и в них широко, а
Она стоит на коленях с широко открытым ртом, а-а-а
И-и-и, а-а-а
Чё бля?

Sean Leon – Turf Lyrics

[Hook]
Come through your turf
Come through flexing make it hurt
Had a little, made it work, yeah
Now it’s lots of work, yeah
They was hating from the start
Too much f*ck shit in they heart
‘Bout to tear they life apart
Laughing to the bank like Kevin Hart, yeah

[Verse 1]
Know a nigga had to go for it
‘Cause this the vibe that I was going for
Can’t survive going door to door
Had to thrive, had to go on tour
Yeah and I did it on my own
OGs know I’m better for it
You owe Tony, you better pay Tony
Stream your life and get pennies for it
Yeah, eye open like Fetty Wap
Had a pretty bop turn petty on me
Yeah, like I took away the aura
‘Cause I left her on R
I ain’t f*cking with no heart, yeah

[Hook]
Come through your turf
Come through flexing make it hurt
Had a little, made it work, yeah
Now it’s lots of work, yeah

[Verse 2]
Baby it’s fine with me you can get high with a nigga

Bitch if you ride with me you gone get high with a nigga
Might throw a party out here just for you and your bitches
See me in person and tell me you knew I was different
I take my time with you when I got time for you baby
You cancel plans every time I make time for you baby
Made reservations I’m always on time for you don’t lie
I take my time with you when I got time for you baby
I know that you know that shit
I know that you notice me noticing
I know when the lights off you know to sin
Yeah, yeah, whoa
I know you love God and you love your religion but you love my touch girl you love that shit
You sit on my mattress and talk about music and magic and money and other shit, yeah

[Hook]
Come through to your turf
Come through flexing make it hurt
Had a little, made it work, yeah
Now it’s lots of work, yeah

[Outro]

King Manyara – I’m So Pretty And He Like That Lyrics (feat. Reyanna)

I’m So Pretty And He Like That
When he beat it up, he deep inside that kitty cat
Kitty cat, loosing focus just like Fetty Wap
Now where he at? Cuz I’m trynna make a movie stat
I know he don’t like it when i talk back
Run my mouth like forrest gump, but i like it when he talk bad
Make my P*$$y throb, when he shut me up
Zip it up then beat it up, bad b*tch yellin while we clap it up

She so pretty and I like dat
Big drippy yea u cold like a cap
Mean with that walk got me thinking I should wife dat
Steady talk to me lil mami say shе like rap

Smooth dude got u thinking’s I’m a playa huh
Come through wе could really get into huh
Oh u bad is u trynna make a movie huh
Turn the lights red cuz u bout be on demon time

FaceTime ? tryna see u face down
Let that thing go shake it to the baseline
I’m So Pretty And He Like That
When he beat it up, he deep inside that kitty cat

I’m So Pretty And He Like That
When he beat it up, he deep inside that kitty cat
Kitty cat, loosing focus just like Fetty Wap
Now where he at? Cuz I’m trynna make a movie stat
I know he don’t like it when i talk back

Run my mouth like forrest gump, but i like it when he talk bad
Make my P*$$y throb, when he shut me up
Zip it up then beat it up, bad b*tch yellin while we clap it up
Must be my birthday cuz let me have the cake
Cake cake cake cake cake
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I Bet u think that u a ten 10 huh
U the one who set the trend huh
Takin bout a friend Im trynna do this shit again
Pull up to the crib if trynna make amends

Ahaha talkin crazy cuz I know I’m your addiction
And u been showing out cuz u just want my attention
U want love and affection
I want hoes in the section

She said boy is you trippin
I said yea girl I’m trippin
But its my birthday so let me see the cake
Cake cake

I’m So Pretty And He Like That
When he beat it up, he deep inside that kitty cat
Kitty cat, loosing focus just like Fetty Wap
Now where he at? Cuz I’m trynna make a movie stat
I know he don’t like it when i talk back
Run my mouth like forrest gump, but i like it when he talk bad
Make my P*$$y throb, when he shut me up
Zip it up then beat it up, bad b*tch yellin while we clap it up

Drake Curves Groupie Celina Powell In Viral Text Message Exchange, “I Want No Parts”

Good thing Drake knows who hip hop groupie Celina Powell is and curved her neatly.

It can be hard to know what to believe when an Insta-celebrity’s claim to fame is straight up clout chasing. However, that doesn’t mean that outlandish claims won’t continue to go viral when they include the names of big stars. Celina Powell has made a name for herself with a combination of sexy Instagram selfies and dramatic claims about alleged sexual encounters with A-List rappers, including Snoop Dogg, Fetty Wap, and Offset. Now a new text conversation that allegedly took place between Drake and Celina has surfaced online and prompted endless jokes and memes, even though there is a lot of doubt about whether the images are real.

The screenshots essentially show Celina getting shut down by Drake, which has led many social media users to believe the conversation is authentic since it seems unlikely that Powell would create a fake conversation during which she gets quickly rejected. After telling Drizzy who she is, the Toronto rap star replies, “Def never gave u my number.” He goes on to make it very clear that he is not interested in any of her infamous drama, adding, “I know who u are…I want noooooo parts.”

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Celina responded to being shot down with a bit of manipulation, which she is no doubt accustomed to, saying, “welp okay…N yes you did it’s still in my dm I don’t wanna upset you tho so I’ll stop.” After Drake went to check his Instagram messages to see if he had somehow forgotten sharing his number with Powell, he replied, “Doesn’t look like it.” Celina, satisfied with the end result, happily responded, “I just wanted you to open my DMs thanks…I don’t wanna get blocked tho sooo I’ll exit now”. After the conversation went viral, Celina took to Twitter to explain where she actually found Drake’s number, writing, “I got it from @torylanez phone.”

Drake when he saw her text: pic.twitter.com/6UujYSx33M

— Rodrizzy (@IamRodrizzy) January 11, 2021

me to drake for curving celina powell: pic.twitter.com/q1vLWo9lSo

— caylean jacobs (@ovocay) January 11, 2021

Celina Powell fell face first trying to catch Drake slipping PFFFFFAHHHHH

HER MOUTH LOOK LIKE A MAIL DROP OFF SLOT

— DeMundo (@WorldOnMars) January 11, 2021

Lmao Drake out there with models and Celina thought she could slide like this? ? https://t.co/9p3gNrdNSi

— Cabrel (@doublentendreuh) January 11, 2021

not drake telling Celina Powell he most def never gave her his number & he want no parts @ all LMFAOOO ?

— ? (@citygal5O4) January 11, 2021

Juice WRLD – Out The Projects Lyrics

Play this song

[Intro]
Let’s go, uh

[Chorus]
I’m a rock-star out the projects
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, out the projects
I’m a rock-star out the projects
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, out the projects
.30 and that .40 bitch we scorin’
Feel like Marty McFly in that DeLorean
Fly as a bird, bitch, I’m soarin’
I don’t wanna fuck that bitch, her pussy borin’

[Verse 1]
Runnin’ up a check, pay my mortgage
Trappin’ out the window, can’t afford it
Lookin’ at my name on the Forbes list
Now she wan’ explore me like she Dora
I take my bitch straight to Elliot
You take your bitch straight to that Sephora
My lil’ bitch so bad she elegant, ha
Yo bitch I wouldn’t even piss on her to give her water (Skrt)
Start me up, bro wanna bet with the choppas, Call of Duty got a pack a punch (Yeah)
Shots to the face make a mountain
.223s, pack a punch, bag that boy up like he lunch
If they ain’t wanna fight, uppercut, hit him with a right and then a left to the gut
Smokin’ on blunts of the Runtz, ayy
Goin’ on runs with my gun, ayy
Up it, make it put your hand in the air, single lady, Beyonce
Ain’t come to play, bring me a K, drummin’ it up like we in a parade
Fetty Wap with the gwap, make it come my way
2Pac with the Glock, bitch I’m in the hallway
Hangin’ out the window, uh, at the continental
I’ma hold that bitch sideways, ayy
Shootin’ at opps on the highway, ayy
Caught him in the driveway, ayy
Autumn, got ’em fallin’, ayy
Hit the curb, make him relocate from this place
No there ain’t no safe place from my gang
You cannot escape
You cannot escape
You cannot escape
You cannot escape
Ain’t no safe place
You cannot escape, ayy, ayy
Keep it real, you know the deal
In a mansion up in Encino Hills
F&N on me, I got it concealed
Ain’t no cappin’ at all, bitch I got it for real
They ask me all the time how does it feel
To be able to pay all my family bills
For the people I was upping to kill
Anybody that don’t want my people to live
I won’t say it again, I just pull out and cock it and blow it and leave ’em blowin’ through your head
She screamin’ “you dead”, should’ve never got in my way, on your bitch next

[Bridge]
I’m a rock-star out the projects
Let’s go, uh

[Chorus]
I’m a rock-star out the projects
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, out the projects
I’m a rock-star out the projects
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, out the projects
.30 and that .40 bitch we scorin’
Feel like Marty McFly in that DeLorean
Fly as a bird, bitch, I’m soarin’
I don’t wanna fuck that bitch, her pussy borin’

GoldLink – More Lyrics

Play this song

[Intro: GoldLink]
Yeah, yeah

[Verse 1: GoldLink]
We on the phone with it
And back home, you know I’m Sean Combs with it
Ayy, tell ’em, yeah, I got verses for it
And I’m a street boy, so I’m on the road for it
I hate it when they got me talkin’ like a dog for it
I hate it when I got to go and get the dog for it
I hate it when she say she love me when I’m far from it
I hate it when she tell me that she need a break from me
I’m too busy tryna put the family on top
But I always keep a eye on her like I’m Fetty Wap
I know you’re, I know you’re not perfect for me
Yeah, you’re just enough for me, I know you

[Pre-Chorus: Lola Rae]
I know I said a couple things
You had me so frustrated
Had dreams of bigger tings, yeah
But look what we created

[Chorus: P2J]
You always wanted more, more, more, more, more
More, more, more, more, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
You always wanted more, more, more, more, more
More, more, more, more, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

[Verse 2: GoldLink]
Yeah, I know you’re not perfect for me, yeah
But them hands gon’ handle work for me, huh
See, ain’t gon’ lie, I’ve seen you flirtin’ with him, yeah
But you gon’ get this work from me
I’ma tell you, tell you, can’t nobody make it hurt like me, uh
See, I’m the man, you know I can, you understand
That ain’t nobody worth it for me, yeah
But baby, you so worth it for me
I’ma tell you, tell you, ain’t nobody layin’ verses with me, uh
It’s from the dome, this on my own, see, can’t no
Nobody work it for me
My mama prayed this Sunday, you should come to church with me
I’ma pull up and make it worth it for you
Ain’t no nigga puttin’ up in the dirt for you
See, no, no, I know you’re not perfect for me, yeah
You’re just enough for me, I know you

[Pre-Chorus: Lola Rae]
I know I said a couple things
You had me so frustrated
Had dreams of bigger tings, yeah
But look what we created

[Chorus: P2J]
You always wanted more, more, more, more, more
More, more, more, more, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
You always wanted more, more, more, more, more
More, more, more, more, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Fetty Wap – Westin Lyrics

[Intro]
Mhm, mhmm
Yeah, nigga break it down, nigga break it down
Nigga break it down, nigga break it down
Mhmm, yuhh

[Verse ]
Money stay around, I don’t wanna leave
Always stay ’round, I don’t ever leave, yeah
Pull up to the town, I got what you need(skrt skrt)
Owe it by the pound, I smoke hella weed, yeah
Gotta lotta cars, shit from overseas, yeah
And I like my cars, a lot of Japanese, yeah
Bitch it’s Fetty Wap, what you know it’s me
They know how I rock, I’m your Majesty, yeah
They know how I rock, what you mean bae? (bae)
Diamonds all on my watch and its clean bae
Like I’m [?] bouncin’, something lean bae(skrt skrt)
Like I’m [?] bouncin’, I’m machine bae(skrt skrt)
Nigga this what I do, this with my team bae
Nigga, I count up blues, I count up greens
Back up for the zoo, no in between bae
Leader of the crew, they know the name bae
Comin’ from the 12, really roll with g’s baby
Pull up where he at then we let it squeeze baby
Nigga you a rat, ain’t no in between baby
Smoke ’em like a pack got a nigga [?] baby
A million in my bank, hunnid in my jeans baby
I don’t mean to brag but they know it’s me, baby
Every time I pull up I might shoot a 3 baby
Nigga’s do the pull up they gon’ shoot for me baby
Nigga you a op, I’mma shoot for free baby
Askin’ me for guap, I’mma charge a fee baby
Hit the parking lot, sell a pound with ease baby
Make her roll the wood, Make her roll the weed
Trappin’ every day and I never sleep
Colour for your haze when I’m in the breeze
This a Gucci pack, she say double g’s(g’s)
Lookin’ at my watch it’ll make you freeze(freeze)
Catch me in the 12, rolly in the streets(streets)
Saucy with the pots, cookin’ up the beef(beef)
You could pick a spot, nigga we can meet(meet)
Twistin’ with my wrist, in the kitchen, yeah, yeah
Turnin’ down the flame, get you whippin’, yeah, yeah
Down for the count and I’m drippin’, yeah, yeah
In my bank account a couple million, yeah, yeah
Throw a million up for my children, yeah, yeah

[Outro]
Mhmm, yuhh
When I freeze [?] When I freeze
When you say what’s that? They say double g’s(g’s)
Wearing that Gucci plat, She say double g’s(g’s)
Lookin’ at my watch and it make you freeze(freeze)
Yeah, Yeah
Mhmm, mhmm
Look how I break it down, look how I break it down
Look how I break it down, look at them come around
Look how I break it down, look how I break it down

Eric Bellinger – Yikes

[Intro]
This is the E-mix, this is the E-mix, yeah
And this gon’ be your favorite song

[Verse 1]
Memories don’t die but I can’t say the same for you
I been on a positive vibe but this I had to do
I’m down for gettin’ dirty, boy, I came from the trenches
Too pussy to say my name but I heard the description
The shoe fit so I put a outfit on that match it perfect
This shit was a Eazy Call, ain’t no need for hearses
Give ’em what they demand
Bury you where you stand
What kinda nigga is proud to copy another man?
First time you stole my shit, I nevermind it, wasn’t stressin
Second time you did it, okay now this needs addressing
Like any artist with my craft, I work hard
I thought you would understand but you was focused on the car
(Are you stupid?)
I don’t know a person that could make it through the challenges
I see on a daily nigga, you don’t know how bad it is
We live in a day and age where they don’t know what talent is
Yo’ only talent is mimicking anyone that’s talented
Released a couple singles to your fans, you was red hot
Surely had a change of heart the day after your album dropped
Stole a vibe from Trey Songz, took a flow from K-Dot
Kinda sound like Fetty Wap
Dammit, Tory, when will it stop?
(To be honest with you, I take from a lot of musicians)

[Chorus]
And that Eazy Call on the way
Eazy Call on the way
You should stay the fuck out my way
Get the fuck out my lane

[Verse 2]
Fast forward second album, you still on that same shit
Every other rap verse suckin’ on that Drake dick
It’s all bad for you, I’m sympathetic
You even stole the song you dissed me on, that shit pathetic
(I don’t give a f—, stole from all you…)
You don’t put no fear in me, nigga
Next time you in the city of angels keep that same energy, nigga
Don’t back paddle from the smoke ’cause I’ll bring it that’s true shit
It’s war time, best believe we ain’t on no truce shit
Before yo’ next move, think twice
‘Cause that bum ass album you got could be yo’ life
That’s on Christ, it’s plenty ways it could go
I put a couple grand on your head
Have some of your old friends become new foes
For me the goons pull up packin’ pieces and kill things
Drop you like a bad connection, you know it’s the real thing
With stains on your shirt, screamin’ out "It hurt"
First you hear that yak yak then after that skrt skrt
As I recall, I been that nigga
When it come to disrespect, I don’t accept that, nigga
Your temperature, I’ma check that, nigga
You Wesley Johnson
This that hesitation before that Harden step back, nigga
It’s Eazy

[Chorus]
And that Eazy Call on the way
Eazy Call on the way
You should stay the fuck out my way
Get the fuck out my lane
Said that Eazy Call on the way
Eazy Call on the way
You should stay the fuck out my way
Get the fuck out my lane

[Verse 3]
Hol’ up, hol’ up
Got some more, got some more shit to say
I could take the credit for a lot of niggas’ style
But I got my pub so I’m good for a while
You gon’ have to do more than just say it
If it weren’t for Interscope, yo’ records wouldn’t be playin
You split up your checks like 150 ways
While I’m just signed to myself like JAY-Z
Hella plaques on the wall
Grammy talk, Grammy talk
April 6th, April 6th
Eazy Call, Eazy Call on the way, on the way
Yikes

[Outro]
You should prolly just chill, bro
Just chill, take a L
You gettin’ bodied by a singin’ nigga

Eric Bellinger – Yikes Lyrics

[Intro]
This is the E-mix, this is the E-mix, yeah
And this gon’ be your favorite song

[Verse 1]
Memories don’t die but I can’t say the same for you
I been on a positive vibe but this I had to do
I’m down for gettin’ dirty, boy, I came from the trenches
Too pussy to say my name but I heard the description
The shoe fit so I put a outfit on that match it perfect
This shit was a Eazy Call, ain’t no need for hearses
Give ’em what they demand
Bury you where you stand
What kinda nigga is proud to copy another man?
First time you stole my shit, I nevermind it, wasn’t stressin
Second time you did it, okay now this needs addressing
Like any artist with my craft, I work hard
I thought you would understand but you was focused on the car
(Are you stupid?)
I don’t know a person that could make it through the challenges
I see on a daily nigga, you don’t know how bad it is
We live in a day and age where they don’t know what talent is
Yo’ only talent is mimicking anyone that’s talented
Released a couple singles to your fans, you was red hot
Surely had a change of heart the day after your album dropped
Stole a vibe from Trey Songz, took a flow from K-Dot
Kinda sound like Fetty Wap
Dammit, Tory, when will it stop?
(To be honest with you, I take from a lot of musicians)

[Chorus]
And that Eazy Call on the way
Eazy Call on the way
You should stay the fuck out my way
Get the fuck out my lane

[Verse 2]
Fast forward second album, you still on that same shit
Every other rap verse suckin’ on that Drake dick
It’s all bad for you, I’m sympathetic
You even stole the song you dissed me on, that shit pathetic
(I don’t give a f—, stole from all you…)
You don’t put no fear in me, nigga
Next time you in the city of angels keep that same energy, nigga
Don’t back paddle from the smoke ’cause I’ll bring it that’s true shit
It’s war time, best believe we ain’t on no truce shit
Before yo’ next move, think twice
‘Cause that bum ass album you got could be yo’ life
That’s on Christ, it’s plenty ways it could go
I put a couple grand on your head
Have some of your old friends become new foes
For me the goons pull up packin’ pieces and kill things
Drop you like a bad connection, you know it’s the real thing
With stains on your shirt, screamin’ out “It hurt”
First you hear that yak yak then after that skrt skrt
As I recall, I been that nigga
When it come to disrespect, I don’t accept that, nigga
Your temperature, I’ma check that, nigga
You Wesley Johnson
This that hesitation before that Harden step back, nigga
It’s Eazy

[Chorus]
And that Eazy Call on the way
Eazy Call on the way
You should stay the fuck out my way
Get the fuck out my lane
Said that Eazy Call on the way
Eazy Call on the way
You should stay the fuck out my way
Get the fuck out my lane

[Verse 3]
Hol’ up, hol’ up
Got some more, got some more shit to say
I could take the credit for a lot of niggas’ style
But I got my pub so I’m good for a while
You gon’ have to do more than just say it
If it weren’t for Interscope, yo’ records wouldn’t be playin
You split up your checks like 150 ways
While I’m just signed to myself like JAY-Z
Hella plaques on the wall
Grammy talk, Grammy talk
April 6th, April 6th
Eazy Call, Eazy Call on the way, on the way
Yikes

[Outro]
You should prolly just chill, bro
Just chill, take a L
You gettin’ bodied by a singin’ nigga

Eric Bellinger – Yikes (Tory Lanez Diss)

[Intro]
This is the E-mix, this is the E-mix, yeah
And this gon’ be your favorite song

[Verse 1]
Memories don’t die but I can’t say the same for you
I been on a positive vibe but this I had to do
I’m down for gettin’ dirty, boy, I came from the trenches
Too pussy to say my name but I heard the description
The shoe fit so I put a outfit on that match it perfect
This shit was a Eazy Call, ain’t no need for hearses
Give ’em what they demand
Bury you where you stand
What kinda nigga is proud to copy another man?
First time you stole my shit, I nevermind it, wasn’t stressin
Second time you did it, okay now this needs addressing
Like any artist with my craft, I work hard
I thought you would understand but you was focused on the car
(Are you stupid?)
I don’t know a person that could make it through the challenges
I see on a daily nigga, you don’t know how bad it is
We live in a day and age where they don’t know what talent is
Yo’ only talent is mimicking anyone that’s talented
Released a couple singles to your fans, you was red hot
Surely had a change of heart the day after your album dropped
Stole a vibe from Trey Songz, took a flow from K-Dot
Kinda sound like Fetty Wap
Dammit, Tory, when will it stop?
(To be honest with you, I take from a lot of musicians)

[Chorus]
And that Eazy Call on the way
Eazy Call on the way
You should stay the fuck out my way
Get the fuck out my lane

[Verse 2]
Fast forward second album, you still on that same shit
Every other rap verse suckin’ on that Drake dick
It’s all bad for you, I’m sympathetic
You even stole the song you dissed me on, that shit pathetic
(I don’t give a fuck, stole from all you niggas)
You don’t put no fear in me, nigga
Next time you in the city of angels keep that same energy, nigga
Don’t back paddle from the smoke ’cause I’ll bring it that’s true shit
It’s war time, best believe we ain’t on no truce shit
Before yo’ next move, think twice
‘Cause that bum ass album you got could be yo’ life
That’s on Christ, it’s plenty ways it could go
I put a couple grand on your head
Have some of your old friends become new foes
For me the goons pull up packin’ pieces and kill things
Drop you like a bad connection, you know it’s the real thing
With stains on your shirt, screamin’ out "It hurt"
First you hear that yak yak then after that skrt skrt
As I recall, I been that nigga
When it come to disrespect, I don’t accept that, nigga
Your temperature, I’ma check that, nigga
You Wesley Johnson
This that hesitation before that Harden step back, nigga
It’s Eazy

[Chorus]
And that Eazy Call on the way
Eazy Call on the way
You should stay the fuck out my way
Get the fuck out my lane
Said that Eazy Call on the way
Eazy Call on the way
You should stay the fuck out my way
Get the fuck out my lane

[Verse 3]
Hol’ up, hol’ up
Got some more, got some more shit to say
I could take the credit for a lot of niggas’ style
But I got my pub so I’m good for a while
You gon’ have to do more than just say it
If it weren’t for Interscope, yo’ records wouldn’t be playin
You split up your checks like 150 ways
While I’m just signed to myself like JAY-Z
Hella plaques on the wall
Grammy talk, Grammy talk
April 6th, April 6th
Eazy Call, Eazy Call on the way, on the way
Yikes

[Outro]
You should prolly just chill, bro
Just chill, take a L
You gettin’ bodied by a singin’ nigga

Shaggy and Friends 2018 Benefit Concert Star-Studded Lineup

The Shaggy and Friends 2018 benefit concert boast a star-studded lineup of local and international stars.

The concert will be held tonight (January 6) on the lawns of Jamaica House in St. Andrew starting at 8 pm. Tickets range from US$30 to over US$200 and don’t worry, every cent will go towards the Bustamante Hospital for Children ICU unit. There will be no live stream for the event this year unlike previous years, so you can stay tuned to Dancehallhiphop.com for coverage of the charity event.

The lineup for this year’s show features some big names both locally and internationally including Sting, Fetty Wap, Wyclef Jean, Doug E. Fresh, Aidonia, Barrington Levy, Wayne Wonder, Third World and Shaggy himself. There may also be some special guest artists on the show just like previous years.

The best part about the concert is that it’s proceeds will go towards the leading Children’s hospital in the Caribbean, the Bustamante Hospital for Children. Shaggy has been support the hospital for years through the concert which has already raised over US$1.5 million in funding for the institution. “We are as committed to this project as we were when we first staged Shaggy & Friends in 2009,” Shaggy said. “If anything, the fire is burning even brighter. This project has taken over a part of my life and I wouldn’t have it any other way. It is a great experience to be able to partner with our patrons, sponsors, other organisations and dedicated individuals to save the lives of children – our future.”

Shaggy and Friends 2018 full lineup: Shaggy, Sting, Wyclef Jean, Fetty Wap, Doug E. Fresh, Aidonia, Third World, Bunji Garlin, Christopher Martin, Shaka Demus & Pliers, Barrington Levy, Shenseea, Wayne Wonder, Capleton, Ding Dong, Fay-Ann Lyons, Junior Reid, Dexta Daps, Professor Nuts.

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Fetty Wap Invest $100K Into His Girlfriend Yaya Clothing Line

Fetty Wap has invested $100,000 in his girlfriend Yaya’s clothing line Omaj by NoiR.

You can’t tell Fetty not to ever mix business with pleasure because that is exactly what he is doing and he is getting praise for it from his girlfriend and from his fans. The Patterson rapper was on hand on Sunday night for the launching of the outerwear clothing line in Ridgefield Park, NJ. The rapper walked the runway rocking some of the collection and even performed at the event hosted by “Love & Hip Hop: New York” star Mariahlynn.

Fetty Wap also revealed that he is sinking a hundred grand of his own money into the business which means that he will likely put his image on the line to help promote the brand. Fetty will be performing in Jamaica next month for the annual charity concert Shaggy and Friends. This will be the first time that the rapper, who is of Haitian heritage, is performing in Jamaica.

Fetty Wap was arrested in November for DUI after cops pulled him over for racing on a busy highway with another driver. He blew a .09 breathalyzer test on the scene and slapped with 15 different traffic related charges.

Fetty Wap To Perform At Shaggy and Friends In Jamaica For First Time

Shaggy has managed to get Fetty Wap on board for the upcoming “Shaggy and Friends” benefit concert in Jamaica.

This will be the first time that the “Trap Queen” rapper is performing in Jamrock and he is doing it for free. The annual concert is now celebrating its sixth anniversary and is looking to raise a total of $JM100 million for the Bustamante Hospital for Children. A number of local acts usually support the charitable concert includes, with the support of international acts.

This year, Shaggy manages to get three international acts on board, Fetty Wap, Wyclef Jean, and STING. “These international acts, none a fi dem pickney nah come a Bustamante, so to get international acts to come in for free is always a tough one,” the dancehall legend said. “This year, we’re lucky. We have some international acts that have come on board, and they have come on board for the first time absolutely free.”

The January 6, 2018 concert will also features appearances from Shenseea, Dexta Daps, Christopher Martin, Junior Reid, Aidonia, Wayne Wonder, Capleton, Chaka Demus and Pliers, Third World, Professor Nuts, Bunji Garlin and Fay-Ann Lyons, and Barrington Levy. Shaggy indicated that donations have been pouring in already including a $5 million donation from Scotiabank and another $US30,000 from Food for the Poor.

Speaking about the ambitious $100 million target, he said, “I don’t like to set targets for the simple fact that this is an ongoing thing. we don’t come to do it a one time and stop, but nothing is wrong with setting dreams. so whether or not people will think it’s realistic is neither here nor there. I like to just go in, engage people, and put our best foot forward and see what we make.”

Shaggy and Friends benefit concert has raised US$1.5 million (J$189 million) for the Bustamante Hospital for Children since its inception. The money has been used to expand the hospital and buy well needed medical equipment over the years.

Fetty Wap Arrested For DUI and Drag Racing


Fetty Wap found himself behind bars early this morning for DUI and drag racing in New York City.

Law enforcement reported that the Patterson rapper was caught racing another driver at very high speed at around 1 AM on Friday morning, TMZ reported. After pulling him over in his Mercedes-Benz, cops say they noticed that he was intoxicated. He also handed officers an expired New Jersey driver’s license. As for the speed he was driving, cops say it was over a 100 miles per hour in a 50 miles zone.

Turns out that cops were correct about Fetty Wap driving under the influence because he failed a field sobriety test and blew a .09 breathalyzer test, which is above the legal limit. He was arrested on spot and slapped with a whopping 15 traffic related charges including DUI, drag racing, speeding, and driving without a valid license.

Fetty Wap, whose real name is Willie Maxwell II, is expected to post bail sometime soon, but some of these charges are serious enough to prevent him from getting another driver’s license and possible jail time. Last year, the “Trap Queen” was fined $360 for driving on a suspended driver’s license, tinted windows that were too dark, and failure to replace lost or defaced license plates.

In August, Fetty Wap sued his former assistant allegedly stealing $250,000 from him. In his suit, the rapper claimed that Shawna Morgan pretended to be his booking agent and manager and fleece hundreds of thousands of dollars from unsuspecting concert promoters. Sources say she even collected additional fees for shows that Fetty Wap are booked for without his consent. She claimed that Fetty’s production company RGF Productions is lying and that she takes the usual 10% fees for bookings and would also regularly used her personal credit card for tour expenses without getting reimbursed. Fetty is suing to recover his money plus damages.

High thoughts – Fetty Wap lyrics

Lyrics Fetty Wap – High thoughts

Shawty says she dyin’ to take a trip
Shawty says she dyin’ to make a flip
Smoke twenty-eight grounds on my zip
And this perky got me thinking I’m the sh*t
Talking to the shawty like this
Baby is you’re gonna let me hit
Baby is rolling up to split
I hopin’ all your friends were to sh*t
Baby we could .. be a Cruize
F*ckin’ .. I’ve never lose
Please don’t let the nigga make the noise
Nigga that be with me cartoons
Baby I’m the leader of the zone
Get into making niggas move
Never know how to follow niggas rules
I’m an itchy boy, I’m banging the rules
Come and take a walk up in my shoes
Five million .. on the crew
I was saving money like a Jew
When I spent 2 million on my Jewels
I .. I got more money than you
My future I was busing maneuvers.(high thoughts)

I was working it was taking the school bus
And my Ferrari I just parked where my school was
Niggas hatin’ I don’t really give to f*cks
Six Mercedes and I got me a few trucks
Seven versuri-lyrics.info
Two Ferrari’s and they practically useless
Love my ..
See me smiling cause I’m always coming dope
I’ve been countin’ money wherever I go
I ..
She gonna be wherever I go
She gonna be like baby give me more
She .. runnin’ meet me to the door
Oh, I’m like no
I have a ticket and I’m watching on my chain
If I’ve new Jersey .. on my name
You pay usually cash me with my gang
We’re insane, as when I bang
Yeahhhh!
Fetty Wap lyrics
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Text ur number – Dj Envy feat. Fetty Wap lyrics

Lyrics Dj Envy – Text ur number

Wouldn’t ever think that I would feel this rich, ayy
In the trap, I keep on buildin’ with them bricks, ayy
Zoo Gang supply my shooters with extra clips, ayy
And if them niggas acting out, everybody get hit, ayy
She ride like a Ducati, her body like a mosaic
R-ride like a Ducati, her body like a mosaic, baby
W-w-why don’t you come my way, baby?
I smell like I’m smokin’ from Friday, ayyy.(text ur number)

On a set, all I want is loot, baby, ayy
For a check, watch my niggas shoot, baby, ayy
Disrespect, you a fool, is you crazy? Ayy
Flex, finesse, that’s what I’ma do, baby, ayy
I been juggin ‘with my niggas all day, yeah
Moving work out in broad day, yeah
Let ’em talk, what they gon’ say? Yeah
No handguns, only AKs
I’m Zoo Gang, I ain’t tryna play, wap!

Text ur number, babe
Yeah, text your number number, yeah
Text ur number, babe
You would say, yeah, babe
Text ur number, babe
Yeah, text your number, number, yeah
Text your number babe, all I want is you, babe, ayy
Brr, brr, brr, bow, bow, bow, yeah, baby!
Text your number number, yeah
Text your number, bow, bow, bow, squa!
Text your number, babe
Yeah, text your number, number, yeah
Text your number, babe, all I want is you, babe, ayyy.

Said she on me, man, she on me too, baby
I pull up in a Bentley coupe, baby
I swear the s**t, she hit my phone at two, baby
I might just turn up, just the s**t we do, baby
She run around with the f*ckin’ zoo (cartel music), baby
Then you see Monty, then I alley oop, baby
I show off baby, ayy versuri-lyrics.info
I swear, I love to show off, baby, ayy, squad!

On a set, all I want is loot, baby, ayy
For a check, watch my niggas shoot, baby, ayy
Disrespect, you a fool, is you crazy? Ayy
Flex, finesse, that’s what I’ma do, baby, ayy
I been juggin ‘with my niggas all day, yeah
Moving work out in broad day, yeah
Let ’em talk, what they gon’ say? Yeah
No handguns, only AKs
I’m Zoo Gang, I ain’t tryna play, wap!

Text your number, babe
Yeah, text your number number, yeah
Text your number, babe
You would say, yeah, babe
Text your number, babe
Yeah, text your number, number, yeah
Text your number babe, all I want is you, babe, ayy
Brr, brr, brr, bow, bow, bow, yeah, baby!
Text your number number, yeah
Text your number, bow, bow, bow, squa!
Text your number, babe
Yeah, text your number, number, yeah
Text your number, babe, all I want is you, babe, ayy.

Christian Louboutin, go walk off, baby
The bitches hatin’, let the bitches talk on, baby
We gettin’ money, type of s**t that we on, baby
Late night sexting, baby, we grown, baby
Know that we on, baby.

Text your number, babe
Yeah, text your number number, yeah
Text your number, babe
You would say, yeah, babe
Text your number, babe
Yeah, text your number, number, yeah
Text your number babe, all I want is you, babe, ayy
Brr, brr, brr, bow, bow, bow, yeah, baby!
Text your number number, yeah
Text your number, bow, bow, bow, squa!
Text your number, babe
Yeah, text your number, number, yeah
Text your number, babe, all I want is you, babe, ayyy.
Dj Envy lyrics
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$UICIDEBOY$ – I AM THE APOCALYPSE Lyrics

[VERSE I: $LICK $LOTH]
Eyes stay bloodshot
Both on Fetty Wap
Let them roll back while them drugs do their job
Same motherfuckers thinking that they still hot
Be the same motherfuckers I can’t see at the top
6 double 6 til my crucifix
Diagnosed a lunatic
Blood on me no need to rinse
Been dead for years no need to slit
Suboxone strips so I don’t slip
But all my cravings still exist
Shit
Sometimes I just need that fix
Sometimes I just need that drip
Voices say you need that bitch
Convinced i’m made to die with it
Scripts stay piled up with my sins
Sniffing them pills all I feel is bliss
Falling from a cliff no saving $lick
Fate laid out no changing it
Found my piece
Accept it
That I am my own apocalypse

[VERSE II: RUBY DA CHERRY]
Digital villain
The sin of the internet
Your WiFi password is incorrect throw up the set
G59 in full effect
Cigarette smoke silhouette
Me and $lick $loth in the trunk of the vette with Pouya in the front headed straight for the check
Stains on the blades
No that ain’t wet paint
That’s your favorite fucking rappers brains on the pavement
Typical drug addict
Fictional love at it’s finest
I’m pissing away my whole life and it’s fine because RUBY DA CHERRY is physical
I’m just a piece of shit trying to shine
Ignorant swine
What a pitiful try
Bitch I’m ripping out spines
$OUTH$IDE$UICIDE
Sifting through pine just so I can get high one more time
Let me shout I’m high till I die

Listen: Fetty Wap, Fabolous & Red Cafe Song “Jackpot”

Fetty Wap, Fabolous, and Red Cafe hit the “Jackpot.” The trio link up for a new street banger.

This marks the second single released by Fetty Wap in one day. On Thursday, another new single “Text Ur Phone” was released by DJ Envy that also features the New Jersey emcee. By the end of the day he released this new track “Jackpot” with Fabolous and Red Cafe. One thing you can always expects from Fetty is a hit song, this guy knows how to make a hit record.

“Jackpot” serves as a worthy street record to close out the summer at a time when party anthems are getting the most attention. Fetty Wap, as a hip hop newcomer, showed a lot of maturity on a track with seasoned rappers like Fabolous and Red Cafe. The Remy Boy rapper has been working hard in the studio on his sophomore album which will be the follow-up to his 2015 debut project.

Fetty Wap Suing Assistant For Stealing $250,000 From Him

Fetty Wap is planning to sue an assistant that allegedly stole $250,000 from him.

Fetty Wap is filthy rich but that doesn’t mean that he won’t miss a quarter of a million dollars, after all he has kids and baby mamas to support. TMZ reported that the Patterson rapper fired his assistant Shawna Morgan on Friday for pretending to be his booking agent and manager. Sources inside Fetty’s RGF Productions revealed that collected the money and even charged additional fees to venues where the rapper is booked.

Not only did Morgan collected booking fees on behalf of RGF, she also pocketed the dough. She also fooled potential promoters by emailing them on the side in an effort to collect additional fees, a practice known in the industry as double dip. RGF reps also claimed that she lies about added fees and pocketed those extra cash.

As for Morgan’s side of the story, she vehemently denies the allegations saying that RGF Productions is the one who owes her $250,000 in unpaid expenses. She claimed that she took the industry standard 10% on bookings and would regularly used her own credit card for tour expenses, but was never reimburse. She also claimed that she has receipts to back up her claim.

Fetty Wap company has already contacted their attorney to explore legal action against Morgan.

Don t know what to do – Fetty Wap lyrics

Lyrics Fetty Wap – Don t know what to do

Don t know what to do with you baby
I put you in expensive Choo’s baby
You could pick a car to cruise baby
Have you screaming loud, ooh baby
Don t know what to do with you baby
I put you in expensive Choo’s baby
You could pick a car to cruise baby
Have you screaming loud, ooh baby.

Show you what to do, baby you don’t waste my time babe
I can take a clue, just keep it true and never lie babe
I’ma show you love when you in the club, I ain’t tryna hide babe
Can we take a pic, girl you on my gram so I’m not your mind babe
Bring you to the strips, show you how it is, I’m from the town
Niggas gettin’ rich, feel my nigga rick about to sound
Diamonds on your wrist and on your neck ’cause you fine as hell
Finally show your team like oh my god versuri-lyrics.info
You should see all the money I spent on brand new rocks
And I dropped all the girls, had to make you mine
You said give you a reason, I had to give you five
Now give me a reason I should make you mine, yeah baby.

Don’t know what to do with you baby
I put you in expensive Choo’s baby
You could pick a car to cruise baby
Have you screaming loud, ooh baby
Don’t know what to do with you baby
I put you in expensive Choo’s baby
You could pick a car to cruise baby
Have you screaming loud, ooh baby.

Don’t know what to do with you
Put you in expensive Choo’sss.
Fetty Wap lyrics
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Pull up wit a stick freestyle – Fetty Wap lyrics

Lyrics Fetty Wap – Pull up wit a stick freestyle

I’ma pull up wit a stick, yeah
With the stick, yeah
Hatin’ on me you a b*tch, yeah
You a b*tch, yeah
You not really with the shits, yeah
With the shits, yeah
I be boolin’ with my dawgs just like Micheal Vick
We ain’t beefin’ ’bout no money, it don’t make no sense
Have my d*ck all in his ..
Yeah, you know the location to my show
Paid official, we could shoot this shit fo’ show
Ayy, .. (mobbin’ nigga) versuri-lyrics.info
In New Jersey I be slidin’ on my folks (skrt skrrrt)
Ayy, I’m humble but I came from kickin’ door
So please don’t make the Zoo step out his zone (12 hundred)
Don’t make me pull up with the stick, make it hit (goddamn)
Yeah, seen yo’ b*tch on the ‘Gram, so I hit (goddamn)
Yeah, said she never had a man that was rich (goddamn)
Yeah, you should’ve told yo’ hoe to make it clap (goddamn)
Yeah, these niggas got me f*cked up I swear (f*cked up I swear)
Yeah, a nigga might get f*cked up this year (get f*cked up this year)
Yeah, nigga come down right, f*ck a b*tch (f*ck a b*tch)
Yeah, niggas in they feelings, so they sick (so they sick)
Yeah, I’m still collecting .. (money)
Still getting .. (money)
.. (money)

A song that I .. still went platinum (a million)
This is not a joke, I’m just askin’ (Zoovier)
Lawyers waitin’ in Dubai you could ask them (gang)
Still sellin’ overseas triple platinum (gang)
And hoes get on they knees when I pass them
Yeah, I’m don’t spend it three ways I just cash them
Yeah, run it like a relay I’ma pass them
Yeah, that’s a million on my neck if you ask me
Boolin’ on the jet with the cash in (Zoovie, zoovie)
Yeah, run up on me if you think I’m captain
Yeah, always got my chain come and snatch it
Yeah, and I’m really up the chain I be snappin’
Yeah, and I just hope you know I’m really with the shits
I put you ..
I’m from New Jersey that’s my word (gang gang)
We known for puttin’ niggas on the news (gang gang)
We known for takin’ out them niggas jewels (12 hundred)
We known for breakin’ all the f*ckin’ rules (12 hundred)
And you from .. lookin’ for a tool (lil’ b*tch)
.. you ain’t .. (you ain’t ..)
If you keep on reaching boy you ..
Gang, gang, gang ,ganggg.
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Xo freestyle – Fetty Wap lyrics

Lyrics Fetty Wap – Xo freestyle

Shorty said she miss me but she lie, but she lie
Something about me leaving made her cry, made her cry
She don’t want another nigga in her life, in her life, yeah I can’t believe it yeah, I can’t believe it no
Baby imma tell you when we wrong, when we wrong
When I was sleeping you was going through my phone, through my phone
I was creeping yeah I couldn’t leave her alone, leave her alone, yeah
Even moved lil shorty in my home, in my home Yeah,
and she played it cool and kept it smooth, kept it smooth, yeah
Instagram the only way you knew, way you knew I ain’t playing with you i’m just being true,
yeah It’s a million niggas doing what I do, doing what I do versuri-lyrics.info
But a million niggas wouldn’t tell the truth, tell the truth
Kept the jig but I guess it didn’t work, didn’t work, yeah
Loyality the only thing that hurt thing that hurt, yeah I can’t believe it yeah, I can’t believe it nooo.(xo)
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Fifth Harmony – All In My Head (Flex) (feat. Fetty Wap) letras

Flex, time to impress
Come and climb in my bed
Don’t be shy, do your thing
It’s all in my head

I wanna flex with you baby
I’m tryna chill with you
Throwing bills at you
While we flexing boo, baby
Show me some different moves
And I love your groove
‘Cause it’s meant to be baby
Ayy, make history baby
And you the one for me
And I’m the one for you
So come flex with me, baby

Curtains like waves closing in all around us
Dimming the lights just so that they don’t blind us
So tongue and cheek when we’re laying on roses
But you’re touching my skin and it’s leavin’ me hopeless

I wanna feel you un- feel you under my body
I wanna feel you un- feel you un

Flex, time to impress
Come and climb in my bed
Don’t be shy, do your thing
It’s all in my head
Flex, time to impress
Come and climb in my bed
Don’t be shy, do your thing
It’s all in my head, yeah

Curtains like waves closing in all around us
Dimming the lights just so that they don’t blind us, no no
So tongue and cheek when we’re laying on roses
But you’re touching my skin, and you’re leaving me hopeless

I wanna feel you un- feel you under my body
I wanna feel you un- feel you un

Flex, time to impress
Come and climb in my bed
Don’t be shy, do your thing
It’s all in my head
Flex, time to impress
Come and climb in my bed
Don’t be shy, do your thing (it’s all in my head, yeah)

I want you to come flex with me, baby
You got what I want and I need it
Said you’re a bad motherfucker and I’m sayin’
They can’t flex with us and you know it
I take a hundred thousand and blow it
Ayy, another hundred tho’ on that Rover
Ayy, come flex with Zoo till it’s over
Ayy, come flex with Zoo till it’s over

I wanna feel you un- feel you under my body
I wanna feel you un- feel you un

Flex, time to impress
Come and climb in my bed
Don’t be shy, do your thing
It’s all in my head
Flex, time to impress
Come and climb in my bed
Don’t be shy, do your thing
It’s all in my head, yeah

I wanna flex with you, baby
Hey, it’s all in my head
Zoovier, baby
It’s all in my head
I wanna flex with you, baby
It’s all in my head
Baby
It’s all in my head

DJ SpinKing – Show You (feat. Fetty Wap & Monty) (For The Culture Mixtape) letras

[Hook: Fetty Wap]
I ain’t giving no lectures, I want you in my section
Put you in my direction, yeah baby
Show you love and affection, put your man on the ex list
20 thou on your necklace, yeah baby
Show you why I’m the best miss, I ain’t nothing to mess with
I just run up a check quick, yeah baby
Do anything to protect us, put his name on the death
Engrave your name on my left wrist, yeah baby
I ain’t giving no lectures, I want you in my section
Put you in my direction, yeah baby
Show you love and affection, put your man on the ex list
20 thou on your necklace, yeah baby
Show you why I’m the best miss, I ain’t nothing to mess with
I just run up a check quick, yeah baby
Do anything to protect us, put his name on the death
Engrave your name on my left wrist, yeah baby

[Verse 1: Fetty Wap]
I ain’t never gave a fuck about a nigga
So why the fuck I’ma start now?
All he know is going to stores and drug dealing
Gotta move the work ‘fore they run down
Watch how I roll the wood, light the herb now
ZooGang run the world now
I never knew how to turn down
Fetty Wap a brand new sound
I got 20 thou on me right now
That nigga acting wild, calm his ass down
Fetty Wap a brand new sound
Aye, I got 20 thou on me right now
That nigga acting wild, the .40 calm his ass down
Aye, ZooGang run the world now
Aye, I never knew how to turn down
Aye, yeaah baby, 1738, Fetty Wap
Montana Bucks, whoaoohooooohohooooh, yeah
[Verse 2: Montana Bucks]
She head over heels, hustling hills, you know where I stay
I’m counting these bills, keeping it real, show you the way
These niggas is snakes, we getting this cake, Versace shades
It’s me and you, what you wanna do, no time to waste
And I be thinking ’bout you when I’m far away
Got all these fucking Robins, I might fly away
That’s 6 for a pair, you know how I play
Back to back in Beamers, ain’t shit changed
Came from the hood to Hollywood
Now everywhere we go everybody look
Oh, we was down but we got it up
Getting money but that ain’t enough
Keep them Robin jeans on me
Keep a couple G’s on me
All this damn weed on me
I pull up, everything’s on me
ZooGang, 1738
ZooWap, Monty, Remy Boyz, squad!

[Hook]
I ain’t giving no lectures, I want you in my section
Put you in my direction, yeah baby
Show you love and affection, put your man on the ex list
20 thou on your necklace, yeah baby
Show you why I’m the best miss, I ain’t nothing to mess with
I just run up a check quick, yeah baby
Do anything to protect us, put his name on the death
Engrave your name on my left wrist, yeah baby
I ain’t giving no lectures, I want you in my section
Put you in my direction, yeah baby
Show you love and affection, put your man on the ex list
20 thou on your necklace, yeah baby
Show you why I’m the best miss, I ain’t nothing to mess with
I just run up a check quick, yeah baby
Do anything to protect us, put his name on the death
Engrave your name on my left wrist, yeah baby