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[Intro: Rick Ross]
Teflon Don, woo
Ricky Ross, woo
Bricksquad, what's up? (Maybach Music)

[Verse 1: Rick Ross & Ester Dean]
I started off with a Buick, made it up to a Cady
Sold it right out my palm before we made it to baggies
Real with my people, to this very day I'm loyal
Hot up in this kitchen as my fuckin' pot spoil
All the baddest bitches Spanish girls, I call 'em [? 0:28]
Quick to run the train, next stop, just let your boy out
Smokin' with a Elsa, bitch, I think I'm Sosa
Peach Versace loafers, guy out, they like both now (Get money)

[Verse 2: Gucci Mane]
Yellow Benz with a spoiler kit, with my spoiled lil' chick
Yellow diamonds on my neck and wrist, match this yellow bitch
She a trip, shawty, she the shit, she know she the shit
If you don't buy her what she want then she throw a fit
She a bitch, shawty, mean as shit but she super thick
And she act silly like a kid, give her candy stick
She a pit, make her flip a brick, make her sick a chick
Since a jit, I've been slangin' dick, Gucci Mane the shit (Burr)
I met a girl name Susie, I let her join my group
I know she not a groupie, so I let her in my coupe
I stashed her in my fender wall and stashed her in my tire
Susie is a money maker but that bitch a liar
Susie roll in '08 'Rari but that girl on fire
Pull us over Candler Road, said she had some priors
Ten bricks in my car, shawty singing like Mariah
Singing like the choir, better yet singing like Mya (Bitch)

[Verse 3: Ester Dean]
Well, my name is Susie and Gucci think I love him
That sucka think I'm loyal but I fucks with all the hustlas
I be wit' all the ballas, I be at all the spots
I might be in yo' kitchen, nigga, cooking with yo' pots

[Chorus: Gucci Mane & Ester Dean]
I think I love her
Nigga, you don't love me, nigga, you don't love me
Nigga, you don't love me
I think I love her
Nigga, you don't love me, nigga, you don't love me
Nigga, you don't love me
I know I love her
Nigga, you don't love me, nigga, you don't love me
Nigga, you don't love me
I know I love her
Nigga, you don't love me, nigga, you don't love me
Nigga, you don't love me
I think I love her

[Interlude: Gucci Mane]
Told my boy, man, Polow Da Don
I think I love this girl, man, huh, why?

[Verse 4: Gucci Mane & Ester Dean]
She sweet but keep kief, she stains her Irene
Two piece, she dime piece and jeans, they dead meat
She sweet, she so deep, she read with good teeth
Two jobs, she get cheese, her dates, are my treat
How neat, she loves to eat, we eat bon appétit
We feed, she's so neat and like me, she so neat
Nigga, always talk but I run the block
This bitch is so hot, my clique, I close shop
My wrist froze with rocks, I cop all the drops
Unfold all the knots, expose the have-nots
My hoes pose with pot like young Goldilocks
We got white bulging rocks, Ziploc stocks to cop
We never closin' shop, we hot, steaming hot
I'm Susie Sarah plot, a click clack, p-pop-pop

[Chorus: Gucci Mane & Ester Dean]
I think I love her
Nigga, you don't love me, nigga, you don't love me
Nigga, you don't love me
I think I love her
Nigga, you don't love me, nigga, you don't love me
Nigga, you don't love me
I know I love her
Nigga, you don't love me, nigga, you don't love me
Nigga, you don't love me
I know I love her
Nigga, you don't love me, nigga, you don't love me
Nigga, you don't love me
I think I love her

[Outro: Ester Dean]
Hey, hey, hey
Get money

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Sunday, August 1, 2021

Tuff Tone Tee'D up On Ten by RXK Nephew lyrics

Tuff Tone Tee'D up On Ten

RXK Nephew

GENRE

Rap

Drugrixh – Forreal
You say you was ridin’ but baby what happened?
You treatin me like you the one out there trappin
Baby get jealous don’t know what she doing
Back to back trappin don’t go to assumptions
Is yo life gon’ to go on the line for a nigga?
On the dirty my life start to catch up with me
Stuck in the trap she wanna lay up with me
Them hatin ass niggas tryna keep up with me
Don’t know if its you or the Henny right now
I’m hurt in my head right now
I get pulled girl im going in the feds right now
Had a long day need a bed right now
Baby like “Daddy come lay down with me”
I want her to trap and stay down with me
When I ain't with her the tre lb with me
RXK, ain't now clown in mе (RXK)
She tellin’ me how I bе hurtin her feelings
Truth hurt, ima keep it the realest
Over and over, she sayin she with it
(?) oh that’s Big Neph business
They said I was dirty, heartless and relentless
Oh well that’s Big Neph business
That was two-tone tuck that wasn’t me baby
He ain't in the street can’t fool me baby
Baby girl gon’ keep bringing up her ex
Airplane mode I ain't even see the text
Feel like Yak when he slide thru the jects
Walk out that bitch they like “damn, whats next?”
When I’m in LA she don’t like how I move
You doing too much ion like how you movin’
Fresh off the plane she like “bae whatchu doing?”
Drunk as fuck, on point to the movement
Fresh as a fuck I’m coolin
Fresh as a fuck, than I was yesterday
Opps down bad look like they had better days
“Fuck out the way, get the fuck out the way”
Glock hit a opp like a Push-Start
These niggas never sat down and cooked raw
1.8 that’s a good ball
She know I be trappin’ so she want a Audi
When Im done with trap, bitch ima call you
Sittin in the pot, drippin the oil
Ain't no pipe, Unk smoked out a foil
She like “get off the beans Neph, it ain't for you”
Stay out my business cause bitch it ain't for you!
*onomatopoeia* Got somn for you! YUH
I’m in LA smokin’ big gas
Cuz want some? Told his ass send the Cashapp
Up that glick like * back that ass up
Glick in his face make him back that ass up
What is yo prices? Trap the fuck up
Trap the fuck out – Run the fuck up
YUH
Don’t got the time baby I’m trappin
Had this Glock forever, Johnson Magic
Glock paint a bitch head like the Brat head
Glock hitcho head like 2 headbands
Shoot a bitch bout my chain like Gucci Mane did
Glock going to work(?) like Gucci Mane did
Kick her out the car like Gucci Mane did
Signed a nigga and diss him like Gucci Mane did

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Wednesday, August 18, 2021

TrapMania by BiC Fizzle lyrics

TrapMania

BiC Fizzle

GENRE

Rap

[Intro: Gucci Mane]
Tay Keith, fuck these niggas up (1017)
(So Icey Boys)
(That boy Fizzle)

[Verse 1: BiC Fizzle]
870, trench baby, you know the struggle raised me
Being broke ain't turned me down, that shit just got me motivated
I breathe loud, got on my shit and put my foot on all my haters
Money stackin' up in layers, look like I play for the Lakers
We gon' fuck from 9 to 5 like this your job or I'ma trade ya
I won't waste none of your time or mine, I'd rather chase some paper
Trappin' too hard in the hood, I'm gettin' complaints from all the neighbors
Like, "That young nigga too hot out here, he got so many flavors"
I worked hard for what I got, so I won't let no nigga take it
Water mix with my Phantom pot, it got me movin' like the matrix
Know this shit 1K 4L, see, we got millions on the table
.223 find our traces, cross that line and Fizzle face it

[Verse 2: Cootie]
(Shh, who's that?)
It's the Cooter
Grab the fork and twerk it, twist it, twirl it like some noodles
I'm a big dog, fuck I look like runnin' with some poodles?
You might think this was a poolhall, just look at all these shooters
It's a celebration, bitch, another trapper mania
My ho jealous, bruh, I think my plug even hatin'
I'm tired of niggas fuckin' up, then cryin' 'cause they can't pay me
They don't know who did it, but the nigga family still hate me
You can't tell us nothin', bitch, you see we made it out them trenches
In the game ballin' hard, bitch, we finally off them benches
The caption read, "We winnin'," with the trophy on the ending
My girl jealous, said the Glock get more attention than extended

[Verse 3: Gucci Mane]
I can show you how to flip a fifty to a million
I got the Midas touch, they say I'm somethin' like a magician
I dropped the top, I'm chillin', now my car ain't got no ceiling
Don't put your hands on Guwop or your limbs won't have no feeling
CEO 'bout business, it been blushin' 'bout this pendant
And you can't work the brown unless you gon' stand on the business
I can't take you serious, it's all fiction in your lyrics
Your rap so fuckin' cap, not even your partner wanna hear it
Straight from Arkansas, just gave these young niggas a chance
And how you call them country when my young niggas got bands?
We ballin' in Miami, yeah, I'm rockin' with the clan
And I can't do no dancin', all this money in my pants

[Outro: Gucci Mane]
(Ha)

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Saturday, October 16, 2021

Balerina by Esposito_fnl lyrics

Balerina

Esposito_fnl

GENRE

Rap

[Verse 1: Efenel]
Zone DE, FNL pičo jsme heavyweight
Zase jsem kurevsky jak mladej Gucci Mane
Měl jsem deprese jak Kurt Cobain
Pičo teď jsem na koni jako Polo
Další mladá puška z Brna, obyčejnej kluk co rád kalí a mrdá
A jsem nejlepší v tom co dělám, Česká republika je pro mě malá
Já nemusím na hlavě nosit kuklu
Všechny moje texty jsou pravda
Buzerant na mně visel, říkám kámo, vzpamatuj se do píči, já nejsem hrazda
Kurva mi říká Big Poppa, když nedělá drama, půjčím ji kára (Yeah)
Na noze Nike barevný jak kakadu
A s sebou mám holku která má top formu
Palicu drtim, letim jak Goblin
Zmrde moje tracky ti zaserou mobil
Vydal jsem klip, kurvy hledaj můj profil
A já jedu za svůj hood jako bych byl Robin
Celá má crew inkognito, drip jako Rey Mysterio
Smějou se mi že mi přeplo že sem magor
Ale já kupuju Gucci a Louis Vuitton
Zahulím palice, tlačím to přímo do hlavy jak Vasilij Zajcev
Slyším svoji music hrát z každé ulice
Nejdřív mrdání a pak můžeš tulit se, bitch
Efenel pičo, já nejsem G, Efenel pičo, já nejsem ani hustla
Chci vydělat mrdy a ať je na mě moje máma pyšná

[Chorus: Efenel]
Love se musí točit jako balerína (Let's go)
Každej můj broski chce mít v kapse kousek sýra
Na sobě designer, stejně je to furt bída (Louis, Gucci)
Já nejsem jako tvoje malá kurva, nepředstírám
Všechno, všechno to je real (Pow, pow, pow, pow)
Všechno, všechno to je real (FNL Zone)
Všechno, všechno to je real (Pow, pow, pow, pow)
Všechno, všechno to je real (Yeah, yeah)

[Verse 2: Esposito]
Uh, easy bratan, černý brýle, prachy v kapse
Adrenalin trhá srdce, babe říká, že chce ještě
My berem všechno jako černá díra, všechny ty rakla seknu jak sekera
Love se točí jako balerína, konto se třese jako Shakira
Zlatej řetěz, tlustej štos, kouřím hybrid, utřu pot
Moje srdce pro můj blok a obě ruce za mý bros
Mamacita je tak hot, dlouhý nohy, úzkej bok
Nakládám jí celou noc, chce to pořád, ona nemá nikdy dost
Kundy kradou můj styl, sleduj můj hype, je real (Bubi)
Hulím ten shit jak nic, všechno, co znám je drill
Žádný CBD, kouřím baba kush, Bubi (Bubi)
Napil bych se vody (Ayy), napil bych se vody (Uh)
Studio 7 dní peníze volají jdu si pro to zmrde (Raa)
Vapormax tenisky, na krku Versace, v hlavě mám štos zmrde
Prachy rychlý jako sračka, mami promiň, já jsem bastard
Kouřím toxic, hraju Fortnite, babe můj crib, to je traphouse (Ra, ra)

[Chorus: Efenel]
Love se musí točit jako balerína (Let's go)
Každej můj broski chce mít v kapse kousek sýra
Na sobě designer, stejně je to furt bída (Louis, Gucci)
Já nejsem jako tvoje malá kurva, nepředstírám
Všechno, všechno to je real (Pow, pow, pow, pow)
Všechno, všechno to je real (FNL Zone)
Všechno, všechno to je real (Pow, pow, pow, pow)
Všechno, všechno to je real (Yeah, yeah)

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Sunday, April 25, 2021

Every Album I've Listened to by Lil Peppa lyrics

Every Album I've Listened to

Lil Peppa

GENRE

Non Music