Lemon Pepper Freestyle by YoungLuiy lyrics

Lemon Pepper Freestyle

YoungLuiy

GENRE

Rap

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Red paint on ma snakes so I’m feeling great
Everybody call me king to ma fucking face
I’m at a place where I don’t wanna come down
Lil Nigga say he king, imma take the crown
So high, you’ll never ever see me down
Feast with angels, I only walk with the Gods
Money talk, bill printing when I’m with the guys
Gave her the eye, now she telling me, I’m on her mind
Mob ties you’ll never see me outta line
These rims on the ride, got your bills on еm
And if she fuck around, I might pull some pills on her
Yе she do it for the streets, cuz she in the hood
But she topping, be the topic when I’m in mood
Fake Nigga’s Idolize all ma fucking rhymes
But anytime I come around they be cutting eyes
But we don’t do the same
We don’t make the same money
But every time, you say ma name
I get your bitch lucky
White hoodie, white socks
Loui slides on
Simple shit like that
Can get ya mind blown
Yardman top g, when you see the team
Have a bitch a jump fence lakka athlete
Put ma name on the Map we the OGs
Got ya boy banging 10 on the rap scenes
Got ma dick up in her body like a vaccine
And everything yuh hear a chu, cuz we dat clean

Chorus…

Bad bitch tryna fuck cuz I keep it tucked
Got ma eyes on sumn like ah Bentley truck
On ma Tom Brady shit like I play for bucks
100k for ma the day that’s ma kinda love
Black sheep young Nigga, with a kinda buzz
You can find me in the A , counting stacks ah ones
Tryna get ma team lit In Miami bruh
Yard man with a plan so they hate me now
(Black guy, Witt a style so I’m hot now)
If I fumble in this verse
Bitch I’m kinda high
All the money get her wet , when she kinda dry
Amg 63 bitch I’m tryna buy

For real

Like harden
I never give you niggas pardon
And if you diss ma team bitch
You better watch it
And if you step to me bitch
You kinda lost it
Got this shit on lock bitch
Like Bernie Saunders
And I fucked your bitch
By ma twitter handle
Check ya bitch ma dog, I’m just a rap Nigga

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Los Dioses by Anuel AA & Ozuna lyrics

Los Dioses

Anuel AA & Ozuna

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Rap

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[Intro: Anuel AA & Ozuna]
Brr, ah?
I want to use this moment, from the bottom of my heart
To say that I apologize... to absolutely no one!
We are The Gods! (Krr, hanbeon deo!)
The untouchables, did you hear, bastard?
Brr!
Woah-oh (Brr)
Real until death
Woah-oh, oh, oh (¿Ah?)
Brr (Brr)
Yeah
Los Diose'!

[Pre-Chorus: Anuel AA, Ozuna & Ñengo Flow]
Don’t call me, I'm in the Bugatti
All of my bitches are Perry like Katy (Yeah; woah-oh-oh-oh)
Make a mistake and we'll cover the penalty (Brr; yo, Poppy)
With my people, I give out shots for free (Ah?; Geniuz)

[Chorus: Anuel AA & Ozuna, Both]
In the Bugatti or in the Lambo (In the Lambo)
We have all the documеnts, always in the movie
Bastard, you don’t see us (Bastard, you don't see us)
How much we spеnd is crazy, bastard, you don't see us
In the Bugatti or in the Lambo (In the Lambo)
We have all the documents, always in the movie
Bastard, you don't see us (You don't see us; woah-oh, woah-oh)
How much we spend is crazy, bastard, you don't see us (Brr)
Yeah, eh, eh

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Pressin' Keys by JP Caruzzo lyrics

Pressin' Keys

JP Caruzzo

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Rap

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Yeah J
(They know what the fuck it is)
Fake out

Hey yo
Where I’m at astonishing maneuvered through these streets with my accomplices
Trail of shattered hearts and broken promises
I had to build my confidence and pray I found a shorty that could compliment
The only way y’all catching up is condiments
These niggas gotta honor it, this shit was meant to be, it’s like the condom ripped
No Plan B, we on some honors shit
I really ain’t got time to sit, I wasted plenty chilling with these hoes
Realizing we was gettin’ high I’m fallin’ short of goals
Now it’s backiеs on the wake up (wake up), rеad a couple chapters, get my cake up
Tell my chick I like her better with no make-up (what up babe)
Life is Gucci, that’s a Fendi word to Jacob
Niggas goofy, don’t offend me, check Fenty you wanna make up (nigga)

Every man plays his own role
And everything starts with a leader I’m a good leader
So I got good people that follow
You know what I’m sayin’ it’s simple
You can only be like the nigga that’s running your crew

Ayo $400 dinners, no dessert, knew my worth
Shoot for first, man I’m dropping ashes on my Hugo shirt
Nigga nerds, I was getting pussy broke and that’s my word
But short stays turned to dropping gram roachies on the curb
Rappers jewelry ain’t fooling me, they usually be bitch (they usually be bitches)
Kept it neutral shit been useful I see both sides of the fence
That real shit what I’m used to keep my morals until the end
Sticky situations I elevated this ain’t pretend pussy (this for real boy)
Mix designer wit the merch check the drip, please
The shoes I wear a lilttle big for Shaq, they can’t fit these
She just wanna see if rumors true, get ya bitch G’z
Still with niggas that would cruise the city on our 6 speeds (the homies)
Keep my brothers close they know it ain’t no switching
Guards don’t get the handoff you gotta play positions
My homie praying to Allah but most these niggas Christian
Just talk about the shit we lived and you could see the difference, nigga

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Lost. by Eric The Ruler lyrics

Lost.

Eric The Ruler

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Rap

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V1
Gangster

You got a lean in your gait
Cause you're wounded. (Wounded)
Handicapped mind frame
Wheelchair future
I ain't hating
For God sakes, what you doing? (Yeah)
Got a baby but you still thugging. Trapped in confusion, (Uh)
Weed leaf misusing, (Uh)
Balling like the Ewing (Uh)
Patrick. But actually
The game got you clueless. (Uh)
You got bills and the will
To get through it
Bagging dope and selling dope
That ain't the way to do it. (Whoo)
God got a plan for you
But you tryna dodge that
Running with these dumb cats
Come on what you on, Jack. (Come on, man.)
Hungry for the cheddar cheese
Like a rat
Running through the streets with the pack
Get you whacked. (It's dangerous.)
That ain't assumptions. I got proof 
It's a fact, boss. 
For the love of money round here
They get they clap on
Gs got the juice
Players got the sauce
But they ain't got nothing solid 
On which to build their house
(Lost.)
Chorus:
Society is twisted like a cross dressing J. Hoover
They out here lost chasing after the losers
But God is never is losing
You can come to Him. Trust me, He's moving

V2
Lady

You got coins in your purse 
But you're losing. (Uh)
Handicapped mind frame
Drug addicted future
I ain't hating if that's your flavor
But you're clueless. (Yeah)
What type of man would I be if I ain't
Tell you what the truth is? (Whoo)
Body showing bruises
Beaten till you're toothless
Your pimp is being ruthless
But you're still making excuses

(Pray for the people that's in this situation. For real, though. What if it was your daughter? Straight up.)

Don't come in that door unless you got
The dough. It's  foolish
Could've went to school
But now you're hanging with them losers. (Losers)
God got a plan for you
But you're running from that
You sold away your innocence, (Yeah)
And now you wanna get it back. (Uh)
How do I know?
Because you're listening to this track
It's obvious you wanna change
So, girlie drop the act. (So true)
It ain't assumptions
I got proof It's a fact, luv. (Love)
Whenever someone speak the truth around
You, you just crack up
A prostitute gone choose
A pimp who got the sauce
But they ain't got nothing solid
On which to build their house
(Lost.)
Chorus:
Society is twisted like a cross dressing J. Hoover
They out here lost chasing after the losers
But God is never is losing
You can come to Him. Trust me, He's moving

Society is twisted like a cross dressing J. Hoover
They out here lost chasing after the losers
But God is never is losing
You can come to Him. Trust me, He's moving

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