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@Roxane

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Poppin sh*t (feat. Jaz) - YoungBoy Never...

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@Mayson

1,091

(Pipe that sh*t up TNT)(Why they mad?)Poppin' sh*t, Balenciaga (hmm, yeah)I'm the sh*t, I'm the topic (hmm, yeah)Long hair like Rapunzel, make sure my heart never fadesSingin' to the thunder (hmm-mm-mm)Singin' to the thunder, stayin' strong through the rainSwitched up for that bag, but can't get mad'Cause I won't changeFour-door matte black Jag as I smash through the lanes, huhI know that sh*t sad, but I fall back cause all it lamePoppin' sh*t, lovin' how you look in all that DiorMillions blood, what she want, I get it forDiamonds hittin', they on galoreTook off, hit this bitch, oh, LordI'm the sh*t, I know they know itPop your sh*t, I'm out here for itTake off them things that I'm actin'I'm in it, I'm in this bitch, I know Lil' TopMy only girl, you know my ma'You know my hustle'll never stopYou know my grind'll never flopSee all these foreigns that's at my houseThat hatin' sh*t, I make it stopWhip out that bag like, "Close your mouth"Poppin' sh*t, Balenciaga (hmm, yeah)I'm the sh*t, I'm the topic (hmm, yeah)Long hair like Rapunzel, make sure my heart never fadesSingin' to the thunder (hmm-mm-mm)Poppin' sh*t, Balenciaga, hmm-mm, yeahI'm the sh*t, I'm the topic, hmm-mm, yeahLong hair like Rapunzel, make sure my heart never fadesSingin' to the thunder (hmm-mm-mm)

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Cap Talk (feat. YoungBoy Never... - Birdman

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@Katharina

Super EarzD-Roc, D-RocThis for my nigg*s who ain't here (ain't here)I traveled some miles to see 'em (see 'em)Shinin' like a chandelier (chandelier)You ain't got to get close to see 'em (see 'em)nigg*s talkin' out they lipI see 'em, I shoot above the rim (boaw)These nigg*s know what it is (know, yeah)Big drippin' inside my Tims (Tims)I heard 'em say I was broke (whoo!)What the f*ck these nigg*s talkin' 'bout? (Talkin' 'bout)These nigg*s know that that's cap talk (that's cap)Hundred bands up inside a vaultEvery time that we speak, it's that murder talk (yeah)For a fact all these nigg*s know what it's 'boutAnd I know they ain't havin' the sh*t I boughtWhen we open that choppa, they draw the chalk (brrr)Been through it all, these nigg*s puss*When it comes to this sh*t, I'ma vet, you a rookieWhen I see your lil' homies, they starrin' and lookin'My hitters on go and that button, I push it (boaw)Stick to the rappin', my OG be cookin'Wanted a chance, when they gave it, I took itUp in jail, every day I was hookin'Trial, when I seen it, I didn't over look itI heard 'em say I was broke (never)But these nigg*s know that that's a cap talk (bitch)nigg*s bitches hate it when they talkI was bangin' and slangin' inside the nawfWhole lot of money, I made it allThey ain't from where I'm from, can't compare to me (never)Up the cutta make him draw the chalk (yeah)I'ma stretch him, he thinkin' 'bout taggin' me (boaw)Real bloodI won't walk in the club I ain't paid (I ain't paid)I ain't givin' shoutouts on my page (on my page)Thankin' God for the sh*t that I madeThis for my nigg*s that's up in the graveWon't give up, I'ma do it for Davef*ck everybody want to stamp meConcrete jungle in the hood I played (I prayed)Rich Gang Birdman done stamped meThis for my nigg*s who ain't here (ain't here)I traveled some miles to see 'em (see 'em)Shinin' like a chandelier (chandelier)You ain't got to get close to see 'em (see 'em)nigg*s talkin' out they lipI see 'em, I shoot above the rim (boaw)These nigg*s know what it is (know, yeah)Big drippin' inside my Tims (Tims)I heard 'em say I was broke (whoo!)What the f*ck these nigg*s talkin' 'bout? (Talkin' 'bout)These nigg*s know that that's cap talk (that's cap)Hundred bands up inside a vaultEvery time we speak, it's that murder talk (yeah)For a fact all these nigg*s know what it's 'boutAnd I know they ain't havin' the sh*t I boughtWhen we open that choppa, they draw the chalk (brrr)Yeah, big comma and big faces (big faces)Chop 'em down, we will erase 'em (yeah)Buss it down then pop it off (yeah)Don't give a f*ck if I catch a case (yeah, yeah)No cap (no cap), straight rap (straight rap)In the trap, hundred racks (hundred racks)Been ballin', don't doubt it (yeah)Gettin' money, that's facts (yeah, that's facts)Chandeliers, marble floors (marble floors)Move dope through plenty holes (through plenty holes)Alligators, crocodilesAutomatic Calicos (Calicos)Every nigg* with me got money (got money)Who the f*ck said somethin'? (who the f*ck said somethin'?)All these rap sh*t ain't nothin' (ain't nothin')I done passed it down to my younginsThis for my nigg*s who ain't here (ain't here)I traveled some miles to see 'em (see 'em)Shinin' like a chandelier (chandelier)You ain't got to get close to see 'em (see 'em)nigg*s talkin' out they lip (lip)I see 'em, I shoot above the rim (boaw)These nigg*s know what it is (know, yeah)Big drippin' inside my Tims (Tims)I heard 'em say I was broke (whoo!)What the f*ck these nigg*s talkin' 'bout? (Talkin' 'bout)These nigg*s know that that's cap talk (that's cap)Hundred bands up inside a vaultEvery time we speak, it's that murder talk (yeah)For a fact all these nigg*s know what it's 'boutAnd I know they ain't havin' the sh*t I boughtWhen we open that choppa, they draw the chalk (brrr)

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Rich sh*t - YoungBoy Never...

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@Madeline

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I don't come for nothing, don't pay, you won't see meWant all blue strips, that's all I needLame-ass ho waste time, can't trick meYou can keep trying, can't beat, can't be meShe ain't all mine, guess the bitch don't need meTo another level, goin' out of reachRich sh*t, business, slidin' in this motherf*ckerHo wan' get lit, same 'fit, slime bang the same colorShawty, I thought she was mine, can't say I ain't love herShe ain't have no man, she was all on my line, can't say that I ain't cut herI drive the Rover and I drive the RollsPlay it low-key and got a TahoeDrive the McLaren, it tear up the roadThrow up my B's, I'ma hit with my poleBro ain't no rookie, you know how it goI was poppin' pills when I walked through the doorBought her stainless steel just from touchin' her toeAnd you know the deal if I find she a hoGot a swag might killAnd you know I keep a hitman Steph, get milled onTell that nigg* he get picked in the draft, I'ma split himHeadin' off with a stick, mortician goin' onGoin' in in the middle when it pop offYou know I got my blick off, up go downAnd you know I let the shots offHe ain't finna go home, should've been left from 'roundOh, right thereShe was like, "Let me show you how to do it right"Man, this bitch want money tonightBro them right there, you know it's on sight and you know it's in hereGot gunners on my left and gunners to my rightGot 'em on the way, pullin' up, yeahBro make a call, another five hoes, they come in here (you know what I say)Smoke out the pound, got Glocks and Dracs, you run in here (Glocks and Dracs)City one day, yeah, it bang over my waynigg*s shouldn't come, already know how Top playThursday, party daynigg*, you can die on a Fridaynigg*, you can die on the highwaynigg*, you can die from a side playShawty like a cat, that's nine waysAnd a million in one to get us playedShe don't sleep all day, but work lateFamI don't come for nothing, don't pay, you won't see meWant all blue strips, that's all I needLame-ass ho waste time, can't trick meYou can keep trying, can't beat, can't be meShe ain't all mine, guess the bitch don't need meTo another level, goin' out of reachRich sh*t, business, slidin' in this motherf*ckerHo wan' get lit, same 'fit, slime bang the same colorShawty, I thought she was mine, can't say I ain't love herShe ain't have no man, she was all on my line, can't say that I ain't cut her

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Step On sh*t - YoungBoy Never...

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@Agnes

2,790

Free Von (TwanTheProducer)YeahI remember I was youngI remember we was staying behind the mallI was staying with my turn, you heard me?We was standing outside as I looked at a nigg*, I told 'em, I sayOnly thing, only thing I'm missing outThat's gon make everything completeI need to stretch something (Morreti Goin' Crazy)My nigg*s just looked at me, yeah (AKel)Man I'm like, "f*ck that"Dirty ass nigg* always looking for a f*cking lickAngry ass nigg* always mad, it make no f*cking senseSavage ass nigg*, always walking with a dirty stickDangerous ass nigg*, all he wanna do is step on sh*tDemon seed my momma'll tell youBitch, don't let your children payHe named his first son Draco, plus the child was born on 38thIt's 4KTrey, I seen nobody, say like who gon' die today?You 'bout that sh*t? Well, bitch, we 'bout the sameIt's gon' go down this wayYou know I'm with the sh*ts (yeah)You say it's up, we whoop the bitchKnock down the whole cliqueI kill 'em all, ain't got no picsNow check the scope up, bitch, I'm four up with this murder sh*tI want his brains on top the pavement right aside the bitchHe a dread-head, we leave him smoked out on some rasta sh*tLeave out straight bet when them choppas spitI got dead men on these dollars, bitchYou be talking reckless, we be stepping make you hold that sh*tChill with all that weapon, we gon' stretch himMan, I told that bitch I grew up on some soldier sh*tWe outchea doming sh*tPolice ask me do I wanna see a pic of how they found the bitchI'm sorry I'm a rapper, I just talk, I don't condone itSoon as we get the drop, you know we cap 'emThey say we wrong for this (we gon' get your ass gone with this)Dirty ass nigg* always looking for a f*cking lickAngry ass nigg* always mad, it make no f*cking senseSavage ass nigg*, always walking with a dirty stickDangerous ass nigg*, all he wanna do is step on sh*tDemon seed my momma'll tell youBitch, don't let your children payHe named his first son Draco, plus the child was born on 38thIt's 4KTrey, I seen nobody, say like who gon' die today?You 'bout that sh*t? Well, bitch, we 'bout the sameIt's gon' go down this wayLook, ring around the rosy (okay), puss* say he on me (let's go)I'ma put his dick onside his thugs (and that's on my momma)puss* nigg* scared to be in the BLying like he in the streetsKnow he'll be dead if we just where he wasSo we miss stepping on them ducksWho you leave out in the field? nigg*, yeahHerm said he just caught a new one, drilled, dummy deadPosting songs, don't start preaching what you saying, puss* nigg*We put sh*t that sleep with Glocks like we got Xans in these pistolsI say 4KTrey my business, we gon' step on any nigg*Who that is? Kill the witnessSay the word and they gon' book someAin't got no words for no bitchI pull that stick out on a nigg*Like lay your bed, I throw the pillowThe police after all my nigg*s, lookDirty ass nigg* always looking for a f*cking lickAngry ass nigg* always mad, it make no f*cking senseSavage ass nigg*, always walking with a dirty stickDangerous ass nigg*, all he wanna do is step on sh*tDemon seed my momma'll tell youBitch, don't let your children payHe named his first son Draco, plus the child was born on 38thIt's 4KTrey, I seen nobody, say like who gon' die today?You 'bout that sh*t? Well, bitch, we 'bout the sameIt's gon' go down this way

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Gang sh*t - YoungBoy Never...

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@Juna

3,742

Ayy, free D-DawgAyy, 4KTreyBitch ass nigg*, ayy, ain't nobody, ain't nobody safeNorthside 38, we put guns to the face, who gon' die today?Gang sh*t, blow your brain, bitch, who you playin' with?Pistols get to sparkin', do no talkin', get your mans hitThem gunners go to tweakin', pop your top, that be that kill switchThat sh*t you talkin' phony, run up on me, you get killed, bitchUh, uh, bangin' 4KTrey, oh, she a slime bitch?Plus she got some tricks that's up her sleeve that blow your mind, sh*tWhen it come to me, she never scared, she bust that fire quickHold on, bitch, I really been that, I ain't tryin'Taliban, I get a bitch to make 'em buy the ironHe got them, nothin' but convicted felons off of my endDive in, I promise after that you gon' get shot thenGreen flags in matte black Range Rovers and green FN'sI ain't them dudes, bitch, you gon' pop who? Oh, you should try thenBitch, I be that nigg*, co*ck it back and go to firin'I'm bustin', no discussion, after that, you hear them sirensCame in buckin', that sh*t turnt us up, then people end up dyingFeelin' good, I got drugs in my bodyLookin' for me, come and see me in the back 'cause I ain't hidin'Cut up, don't try to stop me, bitch, I see you watchin'Make my shooter kill a nigg*, then whack the bitch who drivin'Gang sh*t, blow your brain, bitch, who you playin' with?Pistols get to sparkin', do no talkin', get your mans hitThem gunners go to tweakin', pop your top, that be that kill switchThat sh*t you talkin' phony, run up on me, you get killed, bitchUh, uh, bangin' 4KTrey, oh, she a slime bitch?Plus she got some tricks that's up her sleeve that blow your mind, sh*tWhen it come to me, she never scared, she bust that fire quickHold on, bitch, I really been that, I ain't tryin'She gon' pop the cat for me and make it act bipolarShe was in the bed, let's get to clappin', leave her rollin' overBack to back, I stab it, I was leanin', started dreamin', dozin'You know what I mean, off them beans tryna bend it overYou showin' off your gun, well nigg*, pop it thenI ain't sharin' none of my hundreds out my pocket, friendWhat you on, say you drove? Need to stop it thenWith them tools, I make blues, blow this like a harmonicaSay you gon' stamp me, put your mammy on that front rowI go to blappin' where you standin' with that DracoThese nigg*s some hoes, your best interest is to lay lowYou say it's up so I catch you, bitch, I'ma knock your f*ckin' face lowOn gang, nigg*Gang sh*t, blow your brain, bitch, who you playin' with?Pistols get to sparkin', do no talkin', get your mans hitThem gunners go to tweakin', pop your top, that be that kill switchThat sh*t you talkin' phony, run up on me, you get killed, bitchUh, uh, bangin' 4KTrey, oh, she a slime bitch?Plus she got some tricks that's up her sleeve that blow your mind, sh*tWhen it come to me, she never scared, she bust that fire quickHold on, bitch, I really been that, I ain't tryin'

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My Body - YoungBoy Never...

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@Luisa

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Real nigg* (feat. Fuji, Mack... - Peezy

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@Salma

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Little Piggy (feat. Meechy Darko) - Rob $tone

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@Finn

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Free Meechy - YoungBoy Never...

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@Celine

1,220

(Any Last Words)What, what what whatnigg* yeahBow, bow, bowLook(D-Roc)Tell 'em check me out nowKnow I got that sh*t in meKnow I got my Glock outSay that they gon' get at meMurder, know that that be my townTry to slang that stick at meTry to send a bitch to meIma send her right back up in piecesI'm on three R's, call that Reese's PiecesGravedigger, no Jesus piecesBeef with me and it ain't no sleepin'Murder, until we get evenThat's on God, got my bitch behind mePlenty sticks inside this carI pray the law don't get behind meGon' send me straight to Rikеrs IslandSaid lil' bitch, I'm 'bout itYou ain't kill sh*t, you ain't wack nothin'Know we got plenty bodiesComе from the slums, ridin' in a bucketNow we four door slidin'Wit' 30 sticks off in this bitchI want a nigg* for to tripI up and shoot from off the hip, bangGang know that what I bangGreen flags, got everythingShorty bad, she insaneShe just want to give me brainBut can't be my mainYou know I got a savage bitch, don't tripShe let me thug wit' the chick who stayed down wit' mePlay I swang around this bitch, like I'm playin' baseballCan't get no Xans, Klonopins, I'm rollin' off them footballsMake me foot y'all, what that mean? step on himDirty motherf*cker, smash him then we rep off himOoh (It's Lil Top, It's Lil Top)Bullets do a flip, youngin' tryna blues himOoh (It's Lil Top, It's Lil Top)Hold on, kill that bitch and tell his mama, haha(Who they can't stop, Who they can't stop)Bet you miss himDrinkin' out the bottle, sleepin' wit' my choppa (Mhm)I mix tobacco with my mojo, know the Devil got me (Hm)I'm with XO, runnin' eps about my ex hoeThat's a dog hoe, tryna put me back on child supportI got money now, and I'm on that thirty million flowHundred thousand dollars, sittin' right there on top the bed poleMy lil' bitch a modelI'm recordin', I'm feelin' on her bodyBitch, I'm out my bodyPop that X and flood my veins wit' MollyWatch me swerve the RollsKnow I'm in this bitch right now, okayChoppa wit' a knife, get slayedMassacre, mascaraedRockstar motherf*ckerMake the crowd go up, in a rageI'm on so many drugs, this mornin' I forgot to paint my faceWYGD, when you play, you gon' die, hold onI got them slimes and you know that they gon' ride'Fore a nigg* was a millionaire, I was in that car, hold onCaught 'em on that porch, and I hit 'em wit' that fireOoh (It's Lil Top, It's Lil Top)Bullets do a flip, youngin' tryna blues himOoh (It's Lil Top, It's Lil Top)Hold on, kill that bitch and tell his mama, haha(Who they can't stop, Who they can't stop)Bet you miss him

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Sliders (feat. Flatbush Zombies... - Meechy Darko

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@Nele

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TAP IN (feat. MEECHY) - Thareal DDawg

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Worst Is On Its Way (feat. Danny... - Korn

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@Elija

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