LALATINA by Breeton Boi lyrics

LALATINA

Breeton Boi

GENRE

Rap

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[Chorus: Breeton Boi]
That girl down bad, and I know it
She keep it to herself cause she don't really wanna show it
She done pulled up to the party with an ulterior motive
Wanna live out all her fantasies, so I walk up heroic like
Lalatina, it's so good to meet ya
She be tryna kick it, but it's not a game of FIFA
Lalatina, I know that you're eager
We could watch some anime with nerdcore bursting through the speakers

[Verse 1: Breeton Boi & GameboyJones]
I want darkness on my face, like I'm hiding in the shade
That chick hella thirsty, told her get some Gatorade
She acting likе she innocent, but that just ain't the casе
Cause I went and found the truth when she took me back to her place
And I can't even let y'all know the scope of it
She turned me to a dreamer, don't mean Konosuba opening
I know that she ain't Frieza but she got me with the golden drip
So I might just go ape if she expose a bit
This an isekai
What's that even mean? Oh that means you died
Shit this must be Heaven, cause it's heavenly between them thighs
Darkness, but she ain't no shady bitch
Pussy too good, damn she got me out here paying rent
No she isn't Aqua, but she swallows my marine life
And I ain't John Legend but she giving me the green light
Man she got that massive tight, got me out here working up an appetite
Yeah her name is Darkness, so I only see her after night
She's a girl of masochistic nature, and she quite a diva
If you don't know what that means, it means she likes it when I, uh!
Every night she throw it out, I catch it like a wide receiver
Even tho she ain't a goddess, I done turned to a believer
I'm an overachiever, so then I dove in it deeper
She a diamond in my mind, I'm bout to blow like a creeper
Colse the door it's going down, once you hear that lock noise
You can't get her in the DMs, cause she's Jenny with the block boy

[Chorus: Breeton Boi]
That girl down bad, and I know it
She keep it to herself cause she don't really wanna show it
She done pulled up to the party with an ulterior motive
Wanna live out all her fantasies, so I walk up heroic like
Lalatina, it's so good to meet ya
She be tryna kick it, but it's not a game of FIFA
Lalatina, I know that you're eager
We could watch some anime with nerdcore bursting through the speakers

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Trunks by Nada lyrics

Trunks

Nada

GENRE

Rap

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CHORUS:
Drink till im drunk
J'aspire mon blunt
Tellement fly, j'pourrais dunk
Tellement fly, j'crois voir Trunk(s)

Bitch moves her ass like a demon
Might catch her ass like a p'kemon
Been making music on reaper
Making a killing like a reaper
Fina explode in that bitch like a creeper

Drink till im drunk
J'aspire mon blunt
Tellement fly, j'pourrais dunk
Tellement fly, j'crois voir Trunk(s)

VERSE:
Elle a mon age mais elle est...
Elle est petite, gros boule, mignone comme rondoudou
Ellе aime quand c'est tout doux
Elle mе ride comme son doudou

Elle me dit je t'aime, j'lui dis ferme ta gueule et suce
Tu sais tres bien que je t'aime ma puce
Chaque shot de plus d'eau russe, c'est une roulette russe

Devant ta go j'danse comme lil uzi
Dans mon froc jveux bien 1 ou 2 lil uzi

Putain d'sa mere j'ai la dalle
Putain d'sa mere j'ai la dalle
Fuck that bitch, she don't want no talking
Fuck that bitch, she don't want no talking

CHORUS:
Drink till im drunk
J'aspire mon blunt
Tellement fly, j'pourrais dunk
Tellement fly, j'crois voir Trunk(s)

Bitch moves her ass like a demon
Might catch her ass like a p'kemon
Been making music on reaper
Making a killing like a reaper
Fina explode in that bitch like a creeper

Drink till im drunk
J'aspire mon blunt
Tellement fly, j'pourrais dunk
Tellement fly, j'crois voir Trunk(s)

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Your Bitch on Me by French Montana lyrics

Your Bitch on Me

French Montana

GENRE

Rap

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[Chorus: French Montana]
Big guns, fly cars, mo money, that's why your bitch on me
Bitch on me
[?] bottles, smoked out, couple bitches on me
Couple bitches on me
Money, hoes, clothes, all a nigga knows
Nigga knows
Can't fuck with the Coke Wave, nigga no
Nigga no

[Verse 1: French Montana]
[?]
[?]
[?]
[?]big mac in the seat
Pop packing the heat
Coke Wave [?] back in the streets
Montana bitch
Break bread, break ribs, [?]
[?]
Show niggas
We them guys
[?] reason why
[?] streets keep calling me
Back to the [?]
Stacking millions, drug money all stacked to the ceiling
This the lifestyle, it's all [?] up
Money, gon split it up
[?] get it up
Shorty tryna give it up
Got me on the pill, can't get it up
[?] get enough
Montana!

[Chorus: French Montana]
Big guns, fly cars, mo money, that's why your bitch on me
Bitch on me
[?] bottles, smoked out, couple bitches on me
Couple bitches on me
Money, hoes, clothes, all a nigga knows
Nigga knows
Can't fuck with the Coke Wave, nigga no
Nigga no

[Verse 2: Al Pac]
I might hit them up, bang bang
[?] still riding for the Gane Green
Bout to do the damb thing
Better catch up
[?] these [?] got [?]
[?] mad at ya
[?]
Bullits hit your face, [?] caskit
[?] you niggas act hard
[?] backyard
[?]
Never catch me slippin, pack the heavy artillery
Know I run the town [?] down
Coke Wave, we don't fuck around
Lil mama got the [?]
[?] problem [?]

[Chorus: French Montana]
Big guns, fly cars, mo money, that's why your bitch on me
Bitch on me
[?] bottles, smoked out, couple bitches on me
Couple bitches on me
Money, hoes, clothes, all a nigga knows
Nigga knows
Can't fuck with the Coke Wave, nigga no
Nigga no

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InThe City by Raw-B lyrics

InThe City

Raw-B

GENRE

Rap

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[Intro: Scootie Wop]
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah

[Chorus: Scootie Wop & TJ Carroll]
I got to go get it (Go get it)
Take the Word, we go city to city (To the city)
Pop the top, throwin' signs out the ceilin' (Uh-huh)
Get it poppin', we boppin' like Diddy (Let's go, yeah)
One-hunnid, ain't no fifty/fifty (One-hunnid)
It's how we gon' move in the city (How we movin')
Holy Ghost caught the groove in the city (Let's go)
I told them pick and choose if they wit' me, you know that we drippin'

[Post-Chorus: Scootie Wop & TJ Carroll]
Hoo (Hoo)
You see the drip on the shoes (I got shoes)
Read God for real, I got proof (I got proof)
Send my prayers through the roof (Through thе roof)
I was gon' give it to Christ (Christ)
I got to bring in the light (Let's go)
Pop a wheeliе, I'm ridin' a bike (Uh-huh, rroom!)
We goin' up like a fly (Like a fly, uh, uh)

[Verse 1: BigBreeze]
I'm the one who gon' save out the trap (I'ma save)
Bodybag, now I'm savin' the map (Bodybag)
Holy drippin', they call me a stepper (Holy drippin')
I'm with Wop, TJ, chargin' them extra (Oh, they what?)
In the kitchen, like I'm with the courage (Get up!)
Feed the blind, even when it get blurry (Why God leavin'?)
[?], watchin' thing', it get [?] (Oh, they what?)
I can't wait to be called [?] His servant (I can't wait)

[Verse 2: L. DeJuan]
Yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah
Ain't no cap in raps, all I'm spittin' is facts
They be sleepin' on me like they takin' a nap
I'm still showin' love when I don't get it back (Yeah)
I'm on the move, got to go get the bag (Get it)
I need a really big bag (Big bag)
If you ain't the family, then get back (Get back)
I can't take no breaks like a Kit Kat (Nah)
Miss me wit' all of the chit-chat (Miss it)
Yeah

[Chorus: Scootie Wop & TJ Carroll]
I got to go get it (Go get it)
Take the Word, we go city to city (To the city)
Pop the top, throwin' signs out the ceilin' (Uh-huh)
Get it poppin', we boppin' like Diddy (Let's go, yeah)
One-hunnid, ain't no fifty/fifty (One-hunnid)
It's how we gon' move in the city (How we movin')
Holy Ghost caught the groove in the city (Let's go)
I told them pick and choose if they wit' me, you know that we drippin'

[Post-Chorus: Scootie Wop & TJ Carroll]
Hoo (Hoo)
You see the drip on the shoes (I got shoes)
Read God for real, I got proof (I got proof)
Send my prayers through the roof (Through the roof)
I was gon' give it to Christ (Christ)
I got to bring in the light (Let's go)
Pop a wheelie, I'm ridin' a bike (Uh-huh, rroom!)
We goin' up like a fly (Like a fly, uh, uh)

[Verse 3: Raw-B]
Look, uh, ayy
Ayo (What up?)
A long way from snortin' that yayo (Sheesh)
Ain't never conformin' like Play-Doh (Nah)
This year, bruh, I'm votin' for Pedro (For real, though)
They test me like, "What is you thinkin'?" (You thought)
They hatin' the fact that I'm winnin' (Facts)
'Cause, everyday, I'm in the kitchen (Cookin')
Start workin', I'm doin' the dishes (Splash)
Got a whole team wit' the big homies (I got a)
Live in the A, but it ain't lonely (Yes sir)
Yeah, I got drained, but I stay holy (Drained)
Some of they fake, but it ain't on me (Nah)
Live been sweet like my name Cody
I ain't been the same, got a dang trophy
Boy now self-made, got a thing, brodies
Post "Gang been great", but I ain't Stoney, oh sheesh

[Chorus: Scootie Wop & TJ Carroll]
I got to go get it (Go get it)
Take the Word, we go city to city (To the city)
Pop the top, throwin' signs out the ceilin' (Uh-huh)
Get it poppin', we boppin' like Diddy (Let's go, yeah)
One-hunnid, ain't no fifty/fifty (One-hunnid)
It's how we gon' move in the city (How we movin')
Holy Ghost caught the groove in the city (Let's go)
I told them pick and choose if they wit' me, you know that we drippin'

[Post-Chorus: Scootie Wop & TJ Carroll]
Hoo (Hoo)
You see the drip on the shoes (I got shoes)
Read God for real, I got proof (I got proof)
Send my prayers through the roof (Through the roof)
I was gon' give it to Christ (Christ)
I got to bring in the light (Let's go)
Pop a wheelie, I'm ridin' a bike (Uh-huh, rroom!)
We goin' up like a fly (Like a fly, uh, uh)

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