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G Herbo – Shordie Lyrics

Shordie Lyrics by G Herbo (feat. Gunna) Cross the border, flawless karats, stones look like water My little shordy ride a Bentley, across the border Fly like jet skis for my shordy (that’s my shordy) That’s my shordy (that’s my shordy ) That’s my shordy, damn shordy (That’s my shordy ) That’s my shordy (That’s my shordy ) Yeah, That’s my shordy That’s my shordy Yeah, shordy I’m right on deck, you ain’t gotta ask me Let me get that neck, let me get that back I’mma park the Lamb, pull up in that ‘lac Riding like the Presi when I’m in that ‘raq Say she need to text me, I got crack On the Gram she classy But with me she nasty Lately I’m rocking with shordy, you bitches ain’t been important (At all) Jewelry designer sporting I told her 9 at 40 N**** get done if he run up Can’t never let him get one up Telling me roll her a blunt up She wanna fuck til the sun up She wanna fuck me on top of some 20’s, but I aint got nothing but 100’s She think that I got a crib down in the A cause I pulled up

G Herbo – Survivor’s Outro Lyrics

Survivor’s Outro Lyrics by G Herbo That’s probably the reason I don’t even write music no more folk I don’t even know how to feel my vibe, I be going through different moods & shit Everytime I try to write some music, when I try to feel the vibe and be wanting to feel how I used to feel Moody going through different moods and shit You ain’t gon’ find him you just gon find me Blow pipes tote Fuck that bag, used to fuck that bag up Foenem playin with this shit, but they gon smash something Foreigns why the call me swervo, used to crash em Police at my mama house they picked the Jag up Get yo cash up Get yo swag up You a killer right? Why you tag us? Make your mind up, pussy boy decide something Haters gon’ manipulate, they tryna mind fuck I woke up like 8 am cause I’m a grinder Foenem called to wake me first cause they with sliders? I cant let no n**** conquer or divide us We was born kings, can’t no one define us We was in the trenches broke and fuck the finest ones N***** know how

Coi Leray & Gunna – Slide Lyrics

Only throw it back for the real one You don’t fuck with the fake, you want a real one Red underneath the shoes, yeah, the heel ones I just got me some new Yeah, Balenciaga hoodie, yeah, the teal one You already know what the deal was Baby got them soft lips, tryna feel some I’ll make your dreams come true Slide, I know you’re so lonely, just come to my side We could talk or fuck, just let me make you mine Big bags, baguettes, put me in some number 9 Boy, we could be so perfect I promise that I’m worth it, ay Yeah, we started off as friends Then we did it in the Benz Had me curlin’ up my toes and We just riding through the wave So deep in, boy, you got me open Stay focused Give that boy a whiplash, when he dive in it, it’s like, oh shit As long as you know this Only throw it back for the real one You don’t fuck with the fake, you want a real one Red underneath the shoes, yeah, the heel ones I just got me some new Yeah, Balenciaga hoodie, yeah, the teal one You already know what the deal

Gunna – Banking On Me Lyrics

(Metro boomin’ want some more, n****) She bankin’ on me, I’m the bank (bank) I smack her, she love to get spanked (get spanked) I tackle a bitch, love to wrestle (to wrestle) Young bachelor, we love to play (play) Said come out when I move the drapes (drapes) Know my move when I grab your waist (waist) Yeah, you fuckin’ a man that’s made (made man, hey) Keep it lowkey, she ain’t after fame Bet she ain’t after fame (big man) You ain’t like that old ho’ I used to be fuckin’ You and her nothin’ the same (nothin’ the same) Don’t care ’bout no cuffin’, you wanna keep bussin’ Then girl let me know when you can (you can) I love you in so many ways (ways) Don’t know why you never complain (plain) With you, I can never be shamed (uh) And I usually never say, ‘never’ How she lickin’ me today Lower your Bible, I don’t need no sage (sage, hey) Click cold and your car look glazed (glazed) Good sex, that ain’t all we made I don’t wanna get tired of you (huh) I’m in the bustable whip, when we way at

Koffee ft. Gunna – W Lyrics

W Lyrics by Koffee (feat. Gunna)   Ah no news, mi inna mi prime, ah no crime Where di dollar sign? Money pon mi mind, yeah So mi nah got time fi spend Time fi spend And mi style put me pon di map Mi deh pon di top And mi name Koffee Swag-a-lot Dem ah chat, mi nah got time fi dem Time fi dem Yeah, so mi wake up, yeah Money maker, no make-up Mi guh straight fi di paper, yeah Tell yuh wait, see yuh later Mi step out, everybody look like “What?” Mi so fresh, dem say “How yuh look like dat?” Hot up every cranny, every nook, yeah And mi slick, have every trick inna di book, yeah Every ting we do, we give thanks Tell ’em how we do Lowe di L, take di W One ting deh out deh fi you And it nah come if yuh nah go Every ting we do, we give thanks Tell ’em how we do Lowe di L, take di W One ting deh out deh fi you And it nah come if yuh nah go Ah no news, mi inna mi prime, ah no crime Where di dollar sign? Money pon mi mind, yeah So mi nah got time fi spend Time fi spend And mi style put me pon di m

Gunna ft. Drake – P power Lyrics

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Gunna ft. Drake – P power Lyrics  (If young Metro don’t trust you, I’m gon’ shoot you) She wanna go viral (Viral), keep fuckin’ for hours (Hours) That pussy got power, that pussy got power She wet in the shower (Wet), that pussy gettin’ louder (Louder) We ain’t saying no vow (Vow), she fuckin’ no coward (Nope) I’m dickin’ it deep (Deep), she wanna get geeked (Geek her, uh) She sniffin’ that flour (Flour), we geekin’ for hours (Skeet-skeet) Get play as a player (We player), that P get devoured (P) Told my brother, “She ours” (She ours, slatty) I’m comin’, my baby, fuck it, I’ll crocodile Birkin the baby (Fuck it) We don’t take breaks, she wan’ fuck on the daily Had to stop, get some Percs for this lady We go CC, make her wanna go crazy I hit Mercedes inside a Mercedes Power that P, got you poppin’ in places (P) I’m giving her the D, I’m the D-boy, baby (I’m giving her the D, I’m the D-boy, baby) I’m in her gut like a sit-up (Sit-up) I drop the dick off like a dealer (Yeah) I left a few

Gunna – all the money Lyrics

Metro  This time around we want all the money (Yeah) This time around we want all the money (Yeah) This time around we want all the money (Wunna) This time around we want all the money (Money) Twenty-six bitches and all ’em love me Watch on they wrists and all ’em flooded (Ice) We the real big dogs, and y’all some puppies (Y’all some puppies)  Yeah, it’s Young Wunna, robust Got his smoke on and this ain’t no Obama Straight from Atlanta, finesse, arm and hammer I say that with honor in Dior pyjamas (Ayy) Couldn’t play no sports but I went got that set Bring it back to trap, got respect from my brother C.I.P. Troup, I’m with Duke, he wit’ slime and that slatt Yeah that slatt, we don’t care ’bout no color Put that shit on, put that drip shit on the map Yeah, the trap, and I bought a few homes Spent the six-fifty, Rolls Cullinan and a Bentley (Skrr, skrr, skrr, skrr) Then I went Maybach, two-tone Got a two-tone, this is a motherfuckin’ pandemic Must be too rich, I can’t feel it (I can’t fe

‎Gunna & Future - pushin P mp3 Lyrics

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  ‎Gunna & Future - pushin P mp3 Lyrics [Intro: Gunna & Future] (Wheezy outta here) Pushin' P Yeah, pushin' P, turn me up Turn me up, P, uh-ah [Verse 1: Gunna & Future] Pointers in the Patek and my piece, I'm pushin' P Copped new hammers for my P, we don't want no peace Got a spot across the spot, just for Ps Dropped the dot and then we plot, exotic Ps She not a lesbian, for P, she turn Pesbian (Pushin' P, I'm pushin' P) Off capital P, I rock these Presidents, count presidents (Pushin' P) Portuguese on her knees, my bandana P She let me squeeze, then she leave 'cause she keep the P Private suite, private seat, bitch, I'm pushin' P Purple pint, pussy pink, bitch, I'm pushin' P [Chorus: Gunna & Future] Pushin' P, I'm pushin' P, pushin' P, I'm pushin' P, yeah (Yeah) Pushin' P, I'm pushin' P, pushin' P, I'm pushin' P, yeah Pop a P, I'm paranoid, I can't just sleep

Roddy Ricch ft. Gunna - dont I Lyrics

(feat. Gunna) [Roddy Ricch:] Ayy, draped my dog in that Jesus piece Pray to God he gon' touch a B Charge four hundred 'cause the talk ain't cheap I still got lil' niggas 'round that corner I'm still gon' be up if I die today I came through crashing like a tidal wave I got this shit on lock, don't I? And I got your bitch on lock, don't I? I got the dick make her toxic, don't I? I got the shit make 'em plot, don't I? I was in the Chi' town with Ye makin' Donda I gotta buy up the block, don't I? I got a lot of shit to pop, don't I? And she got that lil' WAP, don't she? I know how to hit a spot, don't I? She addicted to my expensive aroma At the stove makin' Rice-A-Roni I don't take your advice, you can show me Had to put some privacy trees around the villa 'cause I know the neighbors too nosey Turned twenty-three, then I poured up an eight in my soda 'cause I miss Kobe Can't depend on you nigga

Young Thug ft. Gunna - Recognize Real Lyrics

[Chorus: Gunna] Had to gamble my life, I’m rollin’ the dice Money ain’t got a price, but talk to me nice I got my money right You gotta criticize, but it’s alright I won’t be victimized Judge and the police takin’ my people’s lives I’m just signin’ checks and doin’ what’s best for mine And I ain’t gotta do too much ’cause real gon’ recognize (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah-yeah) [Verse 1: Gunna] It’s written on your face, like you better than me I can’t get caught up with you bitches, I’m keeping it P You gotta keep it P Our millennium is the last dying breed (Oh yeah, oh yeah) Louis on me My arms strong and you too skinny and scrawny You tellin’ lies, and I can’t fuck with you only I tear you up and you gon’ never be lonely (Yeah) I want a Rolls Royce, I want a Maybach I want a Hellcat, it cost a hunnid racks You sold a lot of cap, they want they money back Had to, I crossed ’em out, thank God I made it back I never asked for help, nobody gave me that We ’bouta ban all that cap, we only stati

Young Thug ft. Gunna, Nate Ruess - Love You More Lyrics

[Intro: Nate Ruess] No, I’m not tryin’ To be the last thing you see when you turn your light off You makin’ me feel some feel But I know that it’s wrong Can’t you see? It’s not who I wanna be, yeah [Chorus: Nate Ruess] ‘Cause I love you more than anything Oh, I love you more than anything ‘Cause I love you more than anything Oh, I love you more than anything [Verse: Young Thug with Nate Ruess] Hoping you call ’bout anything I love when you call me about anything I love how you don’t doubt anything Like I said, get anything ‘Cause I love the way you call my phone And texting me, “Good morning” Two shots of Patrón, and we sexing to the morning Hate when you don’t cum, you done told a nigga it’s corny Walking around with an attitude, I’m supposed to be at a party Girl you know I love you, ain’t disrespect whenever I’m tardy Walking around with a shopping cart, we tearing down Barney’s Oh, girl, I want you badly [Chorus: Nate Ruess & Young Thug] ‘Cause I love you more than anything (Oh

Gunna & Future - Too Easy Lyrics

[Intro] (Wheezy outta here) [Chorus: Gunna] It’s Young Wunna and Young Wheezy, man, this shit too easy Different bitch for every season showin’ me they cleavage I take drugs and feel relaxed, it’s like they therapeutic She text that pussy, I don’t call back so she won’t think I need it [Verse 1: Gunna] Made it out the jungle, I ball, ain’t got no jumper Rest in peace to my uncle, never met, but I still love you Remember that pussy from way back, playin’, I pay ’em to pop him Stayed in the hood where the killers at, made my pillow a chopper This ain’t diamonds you lookin’ at and we done updated the roster You can tell it’s a rich nigga posture Young GunWunna, I’m spittin’ it proper Trappin’ at school, I was servin’ bags, police was searchin’ my locker Who did your jewelry? It look like brass, one of your bros should’ve stopped ya [Chorus: Gunna] It’s Young Wunna and Young Wheezy, man, this shit too easy Different bitch for every season showin’ me they cleavage I take drugs and feel rela

Gunna - Too Easy Lyrics

[Intro] Wheezy outta here [Chorus: Gunna] It’s young Wunna and young Wheezy, man this shit too easy Different bitch for every season, showin’ me they cleavage I take drugs and feel relaxed, it’s like they therapeutic She take that pussy, I don’t call back, so she won’t think I need it [Verse 1: Gunna] Made it out the jungle, I ball, ain’t got no jumper Rest in peace my uncle, never met but I still love you Know that pussy from way back, [?] hella proper Standin’ in the hood with the killers, made my [?] a chopper This ain’t diamonds you lookin’ at, baguettes filling up the roster You can tell that’s a rich nigga posture Young Gun’ Wunna, I’m spittin’ it proper Trappin’ in school, I was servin’ bags, police was searchin’ my locker Who did your jewelry? It look like glass, money approaching a [?] [Chorus: Gunna] It’s young Wunna and young Wheezy, man this shit too easy Different bitch for every season, showin’ me they cleavage I take drugs and feel relaxed, it’s like they therapeutic She

21 Savage - Emergency Lyrics

[Intro] (Taurus) (Run that back, Turbo) [Chorus: Gunna] 911 Porsche, it’s emergency (Ooh) Kick in the door, it’s a burglary (Ooh) Light his ass up, burnin’ third-degree (Ooh) Twenty-five racks for a surgery (Ooh) I know you just actin’ tough When I really pull up, you gon’ call the authorities (Ooh) I run it up, gotta see who I really can trust ‘Cause these niggas ain’t for me (Ooh, ooh, ooh) [Verse 1: Gunna] I’m in the ring and my back ‘gainst the ropes I’m a young king and I’m keepin’ ’em woke Jumped off the porch, went and got what I want Smokin’ Biscotti, it smell like a skunk Take care my mama and brother and nephews Now what the fuck else is you payin’ for? I sat on the block, but didn’t go to school of the hard knocks And wasn’t none of this planned for I bought her the big body Jaguar We pull up with sticks like a task force It’s two-twenty MP the dashboard GunWunna, young Wunna a bad boy Own business, I got me a company key Go get it, I get it, ain’t workin’ for free You wan’

Young Stoner Life & Gunna - Explosion Lyrics

[Intro: Gunna] Yeah (Yeah) Yeah (Yeah) (Makers) Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Tip toe, YSL, lil’ bitch, we loaded, yeah Tip coated, ooh (Run it back, Turbo) [Chorus: Gunna & Yak Gotti] Yeah, niggas know we drop explosions (Boom) Kill a nigga quiet, no commotions (Shh) Really rich with no promotion (Really rich) YSL, lil’ bitch, we loaded (Slatt) Vibe with some views of the ocean (Vibes) Drivin’ the coupe like it’s stolen (Skrrt) East to the west, I’m just coastin’ (Just coastin’) Ease all the stress with the potion (Slatt) [Verse 1: Yak Gotti] With my dog, yeah, wе shared the same Glock (Thе same Glock) If you my dog, then we got the same opps (The same opps) Get you stabbed in your shit for a Green Dot (Ooh) Yeah, yeah, anybody get it, I’m a menace in my city (Ayy) Maybach truck ride slow, I didn’t feel the speed bump (Nah) Pull that press down, he get squeezed like Capri-Sun (Press) Yeah, street sweeper sweepin’, I sweep for no reason (Slatt, slatt, slatt) Yeah, bitch,

Young Stoner Life, Young Thug & Gunna - Diamonds Dancing Lyrics

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 [Chorus: Young Thug] All these diamonds in my chains got me dancing ’round this bitch I’m Martin Luther King, black diamonds on my wrist (Run that back, Turbo) Put Giuseppes on my kids, put Chanel Coco on my bitch Put that four-four on the switch, then you cock, pop, pop, then dip I’ve been in the trenches, the trap, to be specific I fell in love with my bitches, then sold ’em for some riches This money be my missus, drive me crazy, I need Ritalin I told ’em, “I’m so slimy, I’m so shady, I admit it, yeah” [Verse 1: Young Thug & Travis Scott] Slatt like to shoot, slatt like to murk Twenty-one gun salute (Baow), drilling, putting in work (Yeah) Cut his tonsils out (Woo), I said it’d hurt (Ayy) Keep a new four-four, yeah, let it burst Pockets Honey Kettlе, keep on pedal Get my own cheddar, all my dogs bеtter Honeycomb bezel, we make opps jitter Maison Margielas, cases get settled Here, clean the cookie off, family, Travis, the Scotts (Yeah) Servin’ the bags, I’m cookin’ the stove Cam

Young Stoner Life, Young Thug & Gunna - Paid the Fine Lyrics

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  [Intro: Future] (Wheezy outta here) [Verse 1: Lil Baby] I used to couldn’t see this far Damn, look how them tables turned Think I walk on water, but I never let no bridges burn It’s different when it’s given to you All the money, I really earned it And ain’t no one’s business, why the fuck am I still they concern? Ain’t the one for trippin’, I keep pushin’, I’m like lesson learned I ain’t missin’ my shot in this shit, everyone don’t get a turn I was thinkin’ street, I wanted everyone in verts and Rovers Now I really see and I got everyone convertin’ over Studio, I’m stayin’ at the microphone ’til the session over Niggas know we came with a lot of strong, took our section over (Took our section over) [Chorus: YTB Trench] I know it hurt, but you still told me that you lied We made it work, but you still found the ways around it Extended verse, somehow, we still ain’t see the high I paid the fine, and pay that iron between that line, I smoke that fire I know it hurt, but you still told

Young Stoner Life, Young Thug & Gunna - Ski Lyrics

[Intro: Young Thug] Woo (Tsunami) Spider, SEX [Chorus: Young Thug] Yeah, yeah (Woo) Yeah (Woo), yeah (Yeah) Yeah (Yeah), yeah Yeah (Yeah), yeah (Yeah) [Verse 1: Young Thug] The price I want for a show, you ‘gon need three promoters (Woo) I got the body from Jim Ellis, but I had switched the motor (Skrrt) I got these badass bitches riding ’round this bitch and they all the coldest (Yeah) I just told her make a store run (Yeah) I just bought all the Trojans (Yeah), yeah (Yeah) I told her stay out my mentions (Yeah) I told her stop telling everything she seen and told hеr, “Meet me at the Ritz” (Let’s go) I got baguеttes in the back of my ring and I wasn’t even tryna hit (Tryna hit, yeah, yeah) I told her she gotta run through the team before she can talk to the leader (‘Fore she can talk to the, yeah) Lamb chop, I just pulled up with some food (Skrrt, skrrt) I told lil’ mama, “Tie all my shoes” (My shoes) Showed her two million cash, now she woozy (Woah) Twenty watches and I’m still snoo

Young Stoner Life, Young Thug & Gunna - Solid Lyrics

[Chorus: Drake] Ayy, slip, slide, tryna provide for me, for me (Woo), for me Find me somewhere out in London, you know that’s the hideaway I need some head and some moral support from you right away Since I been makin’ donations to you like United Way (You know how I do) Stories you told me ’bout him, I can see that it’s night and day (He told me the truth) Walkin’ from here to my bedroom, it feel like it’s miles away (It’s too many rooms) [Post-Chorus: Gunna] And I’m still hard body, I don’t fear nobody Phantom whips, I’m ridin’, all my friendships solid I get big deposits, all my whips exotic [Verse 1: Drake] Revin’ the engine, woah City dependin’, I gotta finish it I want opinions, yeah, she want a demon, yeah She want a ring or some sort of arrangement, yeah Something’s that’s dangerous I wanna change it, I wanna claim it, yeah I want it painted, yeah She quick to say, “No” ’cause she know she a diamond, yeah She gettin’ quiet, she on a diet, she want a massage, yeah Tryna get inti