G-Eazy – Wasabi lyrics

(feat. Global Dan)

[Pre-Chorus 1: G-Eazy]
Green green wasabi (ayy)
Green green wasabi (yeah)
All this gold on my body (ayy)
Twenty hoes in my lobby (yeah)
Pullin’ up in them cities (uhh)
Only hunnids and fifties (yeah)

[Chorus: G-Eazy]
Only hunnids and fifties, please
Only hunnids and fifties, please

[Verse 1: G-Eazy]
Rockstar in my skinnies (yeah)
She gon’ show me them titties (yeah)
New Ferrari’s and Bentley’s (yeah)
I’m all night like Denny’s (yeah)
Rest in peace Mac Dre (yeah)
Rest in peace Mac Dre (yeah)
Shed a tear on November 1st, will always remember that day (yeah)
Send me pics and I show the team
She bought it all when I sold the dream
Most of y’all don’t even know what’s clean
I’m in new Gucci and some old Supreme
Been hyphy like ‘Way’ Perk’
And I’m off the brown when I pour the Heem (yee!, yeah)
Bitch, I’m rich, I pay fifteen hundred just for the jeans (yeah)
Oh my god, I put some [?] in my chase
All that debt just got erased
Get the fuck out of my face (ayy ayy)
I might go cop a McLaren (ayy)
Just to go run me some errands (ayy)
Bitch, why the fuck is you starin’? (ayy)
Bitch, why the fuck is you starin’?

[Pre-Chorus 1: G-Eazy]
Green green wasabi (ayy)
Green green wasabi (yeah)
All this gold on my body (ayy)
Twenty hoes in my lobby (yeah)
Pullin’ up in them cities (uhh)
Only hunnids and fifties (yeah)

[Chorus: G-Eazy]
Only hunnids and fifties, please
Only hunnids and fifties, please

[Pre-Chorus 2: G-Eazy]
Green green wasabi (ayy)
Green green wasabi (ayy)
Twenty hoes in my lobby (yeah)
All this gold on my body (ayy)
Pullin’ up in them cities (yeah)
Only hunnids and fifties (yeah)

[Chorus: G-Eazy]
Only hunnids and fifties, please
Only hunnids and fifties, please

[Verse 2: Global Dan]
(ayy) All of my money be blue (boom!)
All of my bitches be bad (bad)
Why they be stealin’ this swag? (huh?)
I don’t know, really, I don’t mean to brag
So sag, couldn’t choose, so I had to pop both tags
When I walk up in the store, fill up the whole bag
Had a whole lot of money in a throw bag
Lemme get it, pull up in the front, we gotta go fast (yeah)
Camera, flashin’ lights, action
Paparazzi causing havoc
Can’t imagine goin’ back to strugglin’, redefining fashion
I was broke, now I got some bands (yeah)
Make it rain, do this money dance (huh?)
Take a vid and put it on the ground (whoa)
Might be around the world, ’cause I’m Global Dan (ayy)
Noddin’, I’m off, like it’s Nesquik (skee!)
Then I move on to my next bitch (yeah)
I dip it right through the exit (err!)
Fuck around and this shit can get hectic
[?] like it’s Cali, too hottie (ayy)
I was chilling with a couple of thotties (huh?)
It was me and G, willin’ the lobby (yeah)
Nose burning like we sniffin’ wasabi

[Pre-Chorus 1: G-Eazy]
Green green wasabi (ayy)
Green green wasabi (yeah)
All this gold on my body (ayy)
Twenty hoes in my lobby (yeah)
Pullin’ up in them cities (uhh)
Only hunnids and fifties (yeah)

[Chorus: G-Eazy]
Only hunnids and fifties, please
Only hunnids and fifties, please

[Pre-Chorus 2: G-Eazy]
Green green wasabi (ayy)
Green green wasabi (ayy)
Twenty hoes in my lobby (yeah)
All this gold on my body (ayy)
Pullin’ up in them cities (yeah)
Only hunnids and fifties (yeah)

[Chorus: G-Eazy]
Only hunnids and fifties, please
Only hunnids and fifties, please

G-Eazy – Charles Brown lyrics

(feat. E-40 & Jay Ant)

[Chorus: Jay Ant]
Trying to know what the future holds
But it ain’t for you to know
I treat my self like the usual
But it ain’t for you to know
I’m thinkin’ clear, never losin’ hope
But it ain’t for you to know
Tell myself like usual
But it ain’t for you to know

[Verse 1: G-Eazy]
Sometimes I gotta be dolo alone, just walkin’ around
Young Gerald, young Charlie Brown
Some shit’s better to keep to yourself than say aloud
Some shit you see and they don’t, so I simply jot it down
It was written, had the vision as a youth that I would make it here one day
A flight to the top, cop a one-way
But looking out the window on the subway, 16, slapping Mac Dre
Somehow I always knew it’d be that way
I felt this so clear it’s like a rode a time machine and I saw it
I paint the picture and draw it, I fold it up in my wallet
Keep it with me everywhere I go just as a reminder
Told myself every time I get discouraged or tired
I got greatness inside of me
I go against the greats until they tired of me
I’ve heard it all, nothing surprises me
See, I’m the one, I’m the anomaly
But never mind me, I’ll just be up over here killing ’em quietly
You know?

[Chorus: Jay Ant]
Trying to know what the future holds
But it ain’t for you to know
I treat my self like the usual
But it ain’t for you to know
I’m thinkin’ clear, never losin’ hope
But it ain’t for you to know
Tell myself like usual
But it ain’t for you to know

[Interlude: G-Eazy]
Yeah, and I heard ’em say
Nothing’s ever promised, tomorrow or today
From the Bay, like 40 and Dre
So Imma do it in a major way
I said, I heard ’em say
Nothing’s ever promised, tomorrow or today
From the Bay, like 40 and Dre
Chasing dreams, it’s the only way

[Verse 2: E-40]
I’m still here, remember these lyrics
And when I’m dead and gone, I’ll be there in spirit
Don’t let ’em run my name in the mud, don’t let ’em smear it
Just pour some Rossi out, go ahead and tear it
One of a kind, no copy
Tell your grandchildren’s children ’bout me
Tell ’em I was the illest
Let ’em know I spit the realest
Went from pennies and nickels to large amounts
Kept it in the hood, where it counts
Never was them, always was him
Had to prove myself, time and time again
Just when they thought it was it, he back with another hit
We brought the Bay to the rest of the world (who was it?)
E-40 and Gerald

[Chorus: Jay Ant]
Trying to know what the future holds
But it ain’t for you to know
I treat my self like the usual
But it ain’t for you to know
I’m thinkin’ clear, never losin’ hope
But it ain’t for you to know
Tell myself like usual
But it ain’t for you to know

[Verse 3: G-Eazy]
So where I go from here?
I did the most you could possibly pack into a year
Now I can either fall off and completely disappear
Or, I can move up to the highest tier
Conversations with Gerald, standing in front the mirror
Ask myself like “Fuck the bullshit, what you really fear?”
We all want to be understood, hope they hear us clear
But that shit never happens everywhere
So I just do me on my “fuck the world” shit
I’m riding through the town listening to Earl’s shit
Been trying to lift the Bay up, I could probably curl it
I learn from the legends, they tell me “you’re it”
So I always maintain and try to stay sane
But, just do you, give a fuck what they sayin’
We artists are all alike, we feel the same pain
You want the whole world? You want the same thing

[Chorus: Jay Ant]
Trying to know what the future holds
But it ain’t for you to know
I treat my self like the usual
But it ain’t for you to know
I’m thinkin’ clear, never losin’ hope
But it ain’t for you to know
Tell myself like usual
But it ain’t for you to know

Meek Mill – Run It (feat. Joyner Lucas)

[Verse 1: Meek Mill]
Cuban Linx and kilos
We might get the rico
Pull up on a sucka take his bitch like I was D Bo
Got the four five in the six call it Cee-Lo
Buying bottles with your cop money, nacho cheese Dorito (hol up!)
All of my niggas official as fuck
Big ass Mulsanne like I’m whipping the truck
I’m sippin’ Ciroc while I’m sittin’ with Puff
And talking ’bout business with Jigga at lunch
That’s cray, that’s cray
New toys, lets play
I brought spades, with the deuce, like poof, let’s [?]
I must say, I get money, fuck ho, don’t pay
And I ball, in the clutch, Ray Al, for that tre
And I ride, for the Ye, West side, Kim K
White girl, through The Bay, my hood, I’m Mac Dre
Bitch, if money talks why you niggas never say shit?
If sky’s the limit, why I’m ridin’ in a space ship?
My money talkin’ and my Rollie never tickin niggas
Five bullets [?] on the wrist I’m official nigga

[Chorus: Joyner Lucas & Timbaland]
I’m feeling a way…
Whoa, run it
Run it
Run it
Whoa
This is what we do
Run it
Run it
Run it
Run it
Yeah

[Verse 2: Joyner Lucas]
My bitch look like Halle
My bitch look like Kylie
Your bitch don’t look happy
None of ya’ll hoes can have me
Can’t touch me, can’t touch this
MC Hammer with the swaggy
Can’t cuff me, can’t function
Bitch, I don’t want to get married
They ain’t ever want me on payroll
They ain’t ever want me have say-so
Always had a crush on J-Lo
Thought I was the man ’til my chain broke
I was so broke can’t change clothes
You don’t keep it real, you a lame-o
You don’t make a move ’til I say so
When I get loose, anything goes
Money in the mother fuckin’ mattress
They was tryna take it, but I need to get away
I think I’m tripping cause a nigga never had it
I never had a way, I think I struggled every day
Talking to God I’m hoping he could do some magic
Hoping to get paid and then take all my stress away
And I could finally buy a mother fucking mansion
Then move my friends in, and get Benzs
Cause this shit sound like sci-fi
I ain’t ever had no wifi
I grew up where the guns went- (pow pow)
Almost got killed in a drive-by
Stay in your biz don’t mind mine
I’m in your top five’s top five
Can’t touch this nigga, why try?
Gimme yo shit or you might die

[Chorus: Joyner Lucas]
Run it, run it
Run it, whoa
Run it, run it
Run it, whoa
Run it, run it
Run it, whoa
Whoa, run it
Run it, run it
Run it, run it
Run it, run it
Run it, whoa
Run it, run it
Run it, whoa
Run it, run it
Run it, whoa
Run it, run it
Wait, hold up, yo, look

[Verse 3: Joyner Lucas]
Your shit sound like bubble gum, popcorn, starburst, chocolate
Gum drop, cupcake, milkshake, [?], candy cane, rainbow
Your shit sound like summer time, playground, third grade
Ice cream, fun pop, Reese’s, Hershey’s, swirly, lemonade, mango
Momma thought I was retarded
Daddy thought I was lethargic
They said I wasn’t the smartest
Grammy knew I was an artist
All of y’all niggas is trash, go throw your shit in the garbage
I threw your shit in the ocean, I hope it swim with the starfish
I remember when you wouldn’t fuck with me
Ain’t nobody wanna ride the bus with me
Ain’t nobody wanna share lunch with me
Family couldn’t keep in touch with me
Now they all can’t get enough of me
Now they want to fly with me in luxury
Same hoes never want to let me hit
Now they all want to bust nuts for me
Name another nigga poppin’ than me?
I never been cocky, but they don’t want a problem with me
And fuck all these haters that wanna take a dollar from me
Nigga fuck any rapper yo I don’t need a counter with me
Ain’t nobody wasn’t lookin’ for me, they was hiding from me
All of them was counting me out now they counting on me
I’m so motherfucking hot that the wind is a sauna to me
Right before I pull the trigger and begging that God forgive me I said

[Chorus: Joyner Lucas]
Run it, run it
Run it, whoa
Run it, run it
Run it, whoa
Run it, run it
Run it, whoa
Whoa, run it
Run it, run it
Run it, run it
Run it, run it
Run it, whoa
Run it, run it
Run it, whoa
Run it, run it
Run it, whoa
Run it, run it
Wait, hold up, look

Drake – Over My Dead Body

[Hook: Chantal Kreviazuk]
How I’m feeling, it doesn’t matter
Cause you know I’m okay
And still, I ask myself, "Why do you worry?"
When you know I’m the same
I know, I know you don’t love me, baby
They’re trying to take you away from me
Only over my dead body…

[Verse 1]
I think I killed everybody in the game last year, man
Fuck it, I was on though
And I thought I found the girl of my dreams at a strip club (mm-mm)
Fuck it, I was wrong though
Shout out all to all my niggas living tax free
Nowadays it’s six figures when they tax me
Oh well, I guess you lose some and win some
Long as the outcome is income
You know I want it all and then some
Shout out to Asian girls, let the lights dim some
Shots came, I don’t know where they was sent from
Probably some bad hoes I’m ’bout to take the hint from
Yeah, you know me well, nigga
I mean you ain’t the only real nigga
They got me on these white women like Seal, nigga
Slave to the pussy but I’m just playing the field, nigga
Are these people really discussing my career again?
Asking if I’ll be going platinum in a year again?
Don’t I got the shit the world wanna hear again?
Don’t Michael Jordan still got his hoop earring in?
Man all of your flows bore me: paint drying
And I don’t ever be trippin off of what ain’t mine
And I be hearing the shit you say through the grapevine
But jealousy is just love and hate at the same time
Yeah…It’s been that way from the beginning
I just been playing, I ain’t even notice I was winning
And this is the only sound you should fear
Man, these kids wear crowns over here and everything is alright

[Hook]
How I’m feeling, it doesn’t matter
Cause you know I’m okay
And still, I ask myself, "Why do you worry?"
When you know I’m the same
I know, I know you don’t love me, baby
They’re trying to take you away from me
Only over my dead body…

[Verse 2]
You say I’m old news, well who the new star?
Cause if I’m going anywhere, it’s probably too far
Just performed at a Bar Mitzvah over in the States
Used half of the money to beat my brother’s case
Red wine over Fed time
And shout out to the niggas that’s doing dead time
Shout out to the bitches there when it’s bedtime
And fuck you to the niggas that think it’s their time
Yeah, don’t make me take your life apart, boy
You and whoever the fuck gave you your start boy
Oh, you wanna be a motherfucking funny guy?
Don’t make me break your Kevin Hart, boy
Yeah.. it’s whatever
You know, feeling good – living better
I think maybe I was numb to it last year
But you know I feel it now more than ever
My city love me like Mac Dre in the Bay
Second album, I’m back paving the way
The backpackers are back on the bandwagon
Like this was my comeback season back, back in the day
And I met your baby moms last night
We took a picture together, I hope she frames it!
And I was drinking at the Palms last night
And ended up losing everything that I came with
Feel like I’ve been here before, huh?
I still got 10 years to go, huh?
And this is the only sound you should fear
Man, these kids wear crowns over here and everything is all right

[Hook]
How I’m feeling, it doesn’t matter
Cause you know I’m okay
And still, I ask myself, "Why do you worry?"
When you know I’m the same
I know, I know you don’t love me, baby
They’re trying to take you away from me
Only over my dead body…

[Outro]
Three in the morning still going down…

Stik Figa – James Lemonade (feat. Homeboy Sandman & Quelle Chris) (Central Standard Time Album)

[Chorus]
Rap like this rap like this
Nope, they can’t rap like this
Rap like this I rap like this, yup, no they can’t rap like him
Rap like this can’t rap for free
Rap for free? need cash to eat
So, I, tax a fee, can’t rap for free no

[Homeboy Sandman]
Dehydrated from crocodile tears
I’m on Stones Throw, peace to Mello and Rhymesayers
We the best, this Stik and Quelle place I be the guest
Broadcasting from a depth that’s anybody’s guess
My arms are yet against, these tricks are things I learned in special ed
Delivered into a special blend and laid out in a never-ending spread
That started with the slice of a mosquito bite I scratched until it bled
Don’t say ‘yuck’ say ‘what’s up!
I write off ancient histories and mix three different teas
And known for harmonizing different tones and different keys
And finding missing seeds
I spotted on a milk carton to proud to beg pardon
If you don’t get it you don’t get bargains. I leave a carbon footprint the shape of a woodwind instrument
No event where I’m around ever went down without incident

[Chrous]
Rap like this rap like this
Nope, they can’t rap like this
Rap like this I rap like this, yup, no they can’t rap like him
Rap like this can’t rap for free
Rap for free? need cash to eat
So, I, tax a fee, can’t rap for free no

[Quelle Chris]

You trap like the A, lean like the H bang like LA
You visit the Bay now Mac Dre was the greatest to do it
On Dilla Day you claim the first nigga banging his music
Before it was cool, you dont even rap
Your ghostwriter rap, and he rap your raps better than you
You got no style, you say you the future, you sound like now, you sounding like Future
You ripping off styles, that MLK Ultra who shot ya?
What type of camera for what publication?
The hairstyles buggin’ the press is amazing
Don’t ask bout the music, who cares bout the music?
We push it they play it we keep the shit moving
What’s poppin’ my paparazzi, cracking my crack baby?
What’s trending my minion? What’s happenin’? old re-runs I get it
You hot for the minute cause you copy what’s hot for the minute
Trying to hop to the top of the popular charts. I dig it
Don’t rap like this, ho!
You rap like this stay in your lane, bro
Write with the lames you used to be dope, what changed?
Guess to eat you gotta bite is the name of the game
Keeping it G, keep nig-a-ro please on tap
That Savion Glover turn Man Tan money no lack
We gas face fellas like dust to umbrella’s you wish
To rap like this go backpack this
Can’t rap like this, please

[Stik Figa]

Might make a masterpiece with Master P
On Mello Music Group package it for mass release
Massive reach, each atom in my anatomy
Was pulled in Adam’s eve, I walk a path no man can lead
They asking me "Brodie, what’s the strategy?"
Or "Homie, what’s happening when you catch the beat?"
The game to be sold without the batteries
If I say anymore that’d be a data breach
I make a racket cause cats is half asleep judging books by covers, even the graphic tee
I’d rather have me a ratchet with a tacky weave than a pageant queen that was in a fashion magazine
Now hand me the cash don’t try and flatter me
I’m just staying active hardly past my peak
You lack a leg to stand on, I had to speak
Laughing at theses amputee’s saying that they ran the streets

Que – Donuts On Melrose (Bonus Track) (The Dogfather Mixtape) letras

[Hook]
I pour mud in all my drinks
I got a bedroom at the bank
I took my side bitch overseas
Just so I could make her roll my weed
I got lost inside my house
Playing golf inside my house
My garage look like a showroom
My whole spot smell like a grow room

[Verse 1]
Bottle of Chanel for my newborn
I like my pussy when it’s lukewarm
Break the bowl like I got two arms
Bought some white boys and popped two of ‘em
All my bitches give me keys
Stuffin’ racks inside my Fendi jeans
Four five on me with the lemon squeeze
I want records, I hate sipping green
Bought a new spot just to fuck in
Won’t come in if I can’t bring my cup in
Signing deals all on my cellphone
Doing donuts all on Melrose
[Hook]
I pour mud in all my drinks
I got a bedroom at the bank
I took my side bitch overseas
Just so I could make her roll my weed
I got lost inside my house
Playing golf inside my house
My garage look like a showroom
My whole spot smell like a grow room

[Verse 2]
Might swap that Audi for that G-Way
Had your bitch, she let me teabag
I’m in crowds with 20k on
Told my bitch don’t make me go Mac Dre on her
Keep that pole with me, ain’t gon’ play with it
Especially if I got my gold on, I got to stay with it
Keep Chanel bags for my lady
Louis bag and [?]
Sippin’ drank in my jacuzzi
When I ain’t got none I be moody
You can’t afford my hoes, they boojie
Half a milly for the car, and it smoking [?]

[Hook]
I pour mud in all my drinks
I got a bedroom at the bank
I took my side bitch overseas
Just so I could make her roll my weed
I got lost inside my house
Playing golf inside my house
My garage look like a showroom
My whole spot smell like a grow room