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Saturday, September 11, 2021

Free Cash by 438Snappy lyrics

Free Cash

438Snappy

GENRE
Rap
Hook

Hop in the mosh pit
He trynna start shit

Hop In The whip wit a stick
In my arm pit

We beat his ass
And he try to squash shit

I’m on the block
Wit a zip of that hi tec

I want him dead
But he ain’t been found yet

Lurk on his block
Every day like a stalker

I’m find his bitch ass
Put him in a body bag

Read between the lines
Just like polygraph

Verse
Dip
N
Four flat

Skirt
We on that

Feel like beezy
We hitting hard hat

100 percent flip
Just like a cartwheel

We got the block hot
Just like a sunrise

That nigga on tik tok
We make em kick rock
Nigga run up
100 shots make a bitch Drop

Just like a pot hole
We got a strict code
Jit tried to run up
We took that jit soul

Smooth like a tip toе
Act like a straight hoe
He told on his partna
But hе say that he gang tho


Niggas be sweet
They soft like mangos

Oops pull up
I put in a cheat code

Call up my Chico
Vato name Tito
Clips they fat
Look like burrito

My nigga Versace
Look like the migos

Cool ass choppa
Call it Carlito
We throw a rocket
It like torpedos

We don’t fade niggas
We drive by in stelos

Stop talking bout beef
U really don’t squeeze bro

We was 16 plotting on kilos
Cash in the back of the whip wit a piece tho
Nigga run up he dead diseased hoe
Free cash
Whoopty wu
Rip nino
Rip Chico

Niggas get popped trynna play like they street bro
He peeped thru the blinds
Got shot thru the peep hole


Tie up a nigga like
Suit n tuxedo

We get them chip
Like we work at casino

Lottery ticket
Bih we hit for a kilo

Feeling like curry
We never miss free throw

Beefing wit a nigga
But where is the cheese bro

Cash woulda been came back if it wasn’t for Rico
RIP JayJay
Speak on bro ain’t nun but mellee
Niggas pop out at y’a spot
Make y’a vacate
Screaming out gang gang
We really bang bang
Flexing wit that sack and we taking yo chain chain gang
I’ll never stop screaming out dead game


Hook

Hop in the mosh pit
He trynna start shit

Hop In The whip wit a stick
In my arm pit

We beat his ass
And he try to squash shit

I’m on the block
Wit a zip of that hi tec

I want him dead
But he ain’t been found yet

Lurk on his block
Every day like a stalker

I’m find his bitch ass
Put him in a body bag

Read between the lines
Just like polygraph

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Thursday, November 4, 2021

Met At The Top Floor by UKNOKENNY lyrics

Met At The Top Floor

UKNOKENNY

GENRE
Rap
Gotta go hard in the paint
And you're not an angel don't know why you play
Grr-rr look back th-then rotate
It ain't never too late
So she let me hit it one more gain
This right here some different shit
Touching me she feeling it
Grr-rr look back th-then rotate
It ain't never too late
Big bone coming got me stuck now
Drank in my cup so I'm drunk now
Shorty know what's up don't give a fuck now
Might even fuck around and fall in love now

Intervened intertwined whatever you call a piece of mind
I'ma dog baby I don't never cap
My crib feeling likе neverland
Pull up on me I'm thе weatherman
This vibe good I'm the better man
Fuck with me get a letterman
I get her wetter than you ever can oh yeah
And that's word to your bitch dog
I'm the MVP Chris Paul
We go together like kris-kross nigga

She just wanna smoke with a nigga
Drink with a nigga vibe with a
Live with a nigga laugh with a nigga
She just wanna hang with a nigga
Flex with a nigga stunt with a
Fuck with a nigga fuck with a nigga
She just wanna smoke with a nigga
Drink with a nigga vibe with a
Live with a nigga laugh with a nigga
She just wanna hang with a nigga
Flex with a nigga stunt with a
Fuck with a nigga fuck with a nigga

She think I'ma demon
I don't believe her
She only see me
When it's on the weekend
This weed that you smoking
Will have you fiening
I take her to Bossa I'm bossy
This Top Floor lifestyle be costing
Don't mean to be flexing I'm talking
Your shorty she staring she watching
My chains they clink in the studio
Was singing but they couldn't hear me though
They call me Top Floor Indigo
Or Playboy whatever you feeling
Don't matter I'm high as the ceiling

Top Floor Top Floor
The party ended at the Top Floor
I got my niggas in the building
And all these bitches in here feel me

If she fucking with me she go crazy
I'm a walking rose quartz and shit
Can't fuck with no boring bitch
All my niggas drive foreign whips
And I got the pussy like Migos
That shit just boosted my ego

Yeah all of you niggas some Steve-os
Tell the waitress to bring more cliquot
Woah what you doing in my section man
This the wrong way to the restroom man
Taking photos and flexing damn
Now I understand why your bitch here

She just wanna smoke with a nigga
Drink with a nigga vibe with a
Live with a nigga laugh with a nigga
She just wanna hang with a nigga
Flex with a nigga stunt with a
Fuck with a nigga fuck with a nigga
She just wanna smoke with a nigga
Drink with a nigga vibe with a
Live with a nigga laugh with a nigga
She just wanna hang with a nigga
Flex with a nigga stunt with a
Fuck with a nigga fuck with a nigga

I'm in the hood hood
I'm feeling good good
My shooters locked in
She pussy poppin
This drank get poured up
We feeling slowed up
It's going up up
It's going It's going

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Wednesday, December 1, 2021

Big Gas by Dwayne$tunna & Rastavelliskank lyrics

Big Gas

Dwayne$tunna & Rastavelliskank

GENRE
Rap
Shoot on the gun till I jam it
All of my niggas they bandits
Fucking that bitch she a groupie
Bitch I'm a dawg like snoopy
I am a jock imma bully ugh
Niggas talking they got loose lips
Shoot on the gun like its uzi
He caught a fade like boosie
I eat her ass and her pussy
Big guns came with magazines
Got a 100 K all in my jeans
Moving weight really in my genes
Superman Louis Laine
And you know I’m in my own lane
Niggas hate a nigga what a damn shame (Shame)
Really my niggas just insane
All them other dudes they be all lame
Most of these niggas are lame aye
Y’all hеard I ride with a cane yeah
Bitch I’m a ridе with a Glock
Yeah bitch
Suck on my cock
Life is a game but I’m not playing
Been through the struggle
I've been through the rain
Smoke on the gas and I'm smoking propane
Don’t fuck with niggas I ride in my lane

Big gas Big gas
Smoking on that big gas
Big gas Big gas
Smoking on that big gas
Big gas Big gas
Smoking on that big bag
Moving so fast I can never hit the brake pads

Dwaynestunna I am so fly I should really join the air force
I ain't one of the Migos but I'm bouta Takeoff like an airport
Paper chase like a running man
Stack my papers with the rubber bands
My niggas strapped like robbers mehn
Let it rain like a weather man
Niggas judging like a highcourt
Play a bitch like EA sport
Double cuppin fuck the cops
Most of my niggas be scamming
Some of my niggas be slanging
I just came out with a new one
And you that beat be banging
Ganging swanging ice on its dangling
She got a phat ass that bitch be dancing
Leave her abandoned
Like she an orphan
Had an abortion
I'm on a mission
I'm on a mission to stack up my racks
And I run up my commas and run through these hoes
I'm on a mission to get in my bag
I’ma fuck on the bitch
She gon’ snort on the snow
Sip on the wock
I do not stop
Ride with the choppa
I ride with the Glock
Fuck on your bitch she gon’ suck on my cock
I do not fuck with these niggas they cap
I really trap
I'm on the map
I'm on the map
Trap, location
She make her ass clap ovation
You know I’m fly levitation
Cuffing that bitch take her ass to the station
Not 2500 but I’m a mason
And I’m amazing
I wanna taste her
But maybe later
I cannot date her
Bitch I’m a player
Schooling niggas like a dean
See my sprite never clean
Big soda Big gas
Live fast never crash
Stay fly first class
Oh shit jet lag
Hold on baby lets land

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Without Me by KIDZ BOP Kids lyrics

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