[Intro] Yeah, yeah [Verse] Two-eighty-five, goin' ninety in a ride that I ain't too proud of I'm just tryna make it on time Tryna avoid a hundred and ten dollar tip-out Shoutout to Miss T., she still looking out Dumb ass niggas, they ain't got no money in the club, why not? Dumb ass niggas in the club only got a dub and some ones I'm just tryna make it out, out, out, out, oh Cash Cobain 'Rump... [Chorus] But I know when I'm done, I'll get what I want I'll get what I want, oh I"ll be in my crib, I"ll be ridin' in my Benz Call it what you want but I'm just tryna be set up (Set up) Set up, I'm just tryna be set up Set up, I'm just tryna be set up (Set up) Set up, I'm just tryna be set up Set up, oh, oh Oh, oh [Outro] Huh, huh, huh, huh Set up Huh, huh, huh, huh 'Cause I'm just tryna be
I'm feeling on these silk sheets And I'm filling up these silk sheets With legs (legs), hips (hips), thighs (thighs), ass (ass) I'm feeling on these silk sheets Oh, I'm feeling so alone Wish I had a man to make me whole (whole) Turn this big ass house into a home (home) And I (I) I'm watching my cell phone ring Watching my shit light up I got hood niggas blowing me up, I (I) I, I (I, I) Not tonight Tonight, tonight I gotta new type, new type, new type New type Trick daddy looking motherfucker Swear 'fore God I never wanna see another Hoes on the top, on the bottom, way up under Arguing on the phone with your ugly baby mother Sleeping on the couch of the house of your mother You can't live with me so won't you try and find another? Fucking 'round with me, you gon' end up on your own Have your stuff out on the street, won't you go and call Tyrone-rone? I know I'm ugly but I'm interesting You know I'm flirting with ya You want that perfect picture No filter, simple living Simpin', always listen Guilt him so there's no suspicion Low ambition Wanna live his life without my BM in my DM saying junior miss him I show up with a Happy Meal, your attitude ain't happy You tell my son his daddy broke, he hear you laughing at me (Nigga, get the fuck outta here with that broke ass McDonald's) I'm from around the way, your cousin went to Abernathy I knew you when your wig ain't have no lace, I loved you nappy Girl, now why you cappin'? That ass ain't yours, I can't afford, I'm waitin' on my taxes But you look good, been on your Erykah, I drive through Texas You said to call Tyrone You know they booked him in January? I'm doing 9 to 5, he wanna eat off my commissary You want me doing life, I'm not the type to wife And call me trifling, but I ain't no Trick daddy lookin' motherfucker Swear 'fore God I never wanna see another Hoes on the top, on the bottom, way up under Arguing on the phone with your ugly baby mother Sleeping on the couch of the house of your mother You can't live with me so won't you try and find another? Fucking 'round with me, you gon' end up on your own Have your stuff out on the street, won't you go and call Tyrone-rone?
Any day this life gon' flash before your eyes In a girl like you I see my whole design And the way I feel for you can't be described no No, no I lose my mind oh Baby yo You drive me crazy-o But you nah hear me though I'm in your radio Put it all on you Write this song for you I been gone from you Way too long from you Thathi isghubhu (Thath'Isgubhu) Ah Xigubu Asbambeki bazosthol'emoyeni Sophel'emaweni Emlanjeni Khanda liyazula Aow jikelele Aow jikelele (jikelele) Elele (jikelele) Jikelele jikelele Aow jikelele (jikelele) Elele (jikelele) Jikelele jikelele Any day this life gon' flash before your eyes In a girl like you i see my whole design And the way i feel for you can't be described no No, no I lose my mind oh Baby yo You drive me crazy-o But you nah hear me though I'm in your radio Put it all on you Write this song for you I been gone from you Way too long from you Thathi isghubhu (Thath'Isgubhu) Ah Xigubu Asbambeki bazosthol'emoyeni Sophel'emaweni Emlanjeni Khanda liyazula Aow jikelele Aow jikelele (jikelele) Elele (jikelele) Jikelele jikelele Aow jikelele (jikelele) Elele (jikelele) Jikelele jikelele Tell me are you my ride or die? My future wife? One day we gon' walk down the aisle Don't be surprised I need stability I need some peace of mind I need tranquility So we can live this life Rambo, I go load up the ammo We gon' pull out the lambo I put you on the label Responsibility, thats on my shoulders I love your melanin, thats Coca-Cola If I tell you, you my baby will you stay the night? Wouldn't bring to the table to change your life Don't be surprised Champagne on ice Umkhonto we Sizwe My people gon' pull up in Rovers Any day the life gon' flash before your eyes In a girl like you i see my whole desire And the way i feel for you can't be described no No, no I lose my mind oh Baby yo You drive me crazy yo But you nah hear me though I'm in your radio Put it all on you Write this song for you I been gone from you Way too long from you Thathi isghubhu (Thath'Isgubhu) Ah Xigubu Asbambeki bazosthol'emoyeni Sophel'emaweni Emlanjeni Khanda liyazula Aow jikelele Aow jikelele (jikelele) Elele (jikelele) Jikelele jikelele Aow jikelele (jikelele) Elele (jikelele) Jikelele jikelele Source: LyricFind
I'm on it like a light switch she never letting go tight grip on my dick so many hoes I feel like a pimp when I say hey bitch pimp in distress she goes down on me when I'm feeling upset... They say I'm up next I got bump for funk flex I go thru s vortex u want the choke slam or the suplex a is for arrogant I skip thru letters E cuz u suckas embarrassing
Prada and Gucci don't go together Louis and Dior, I swear it go better He wear my drip, but I wore it better Kilani gang, I swear it go wetter Huh? Gang On go mode, I should get a chain for the promo (ayy) Gang, gang, gang The level is just too advanced The bezel is Tiffany stamped, don't grip on my hand I know that I came with the slide from left to right But now I don't wanna dance I got too much on the line, too much on my mind Too much ain't enough for my plans Nike don't pay me to tell you, "Just do it" They pay me to show you I do it again Huh? Yeah I'm in control of the block (live) You know how October get hot (you know) Might make this glizzy go pop (bang) The crib is over the top (it is) The whip is over the top (how?) I thought about letting her go (I did) But I was in over the top I can't be pale in my casket Make sure I die with a tan, it's part of the brand I know I came with the slide from left to right But now I don't wanna dance Cannot depend on a man I slide her some bread in a jam, that's just who I am Customs just wavin' at us from the window They don't even come on the plane when we land Anyone else would retire, but I'm not content I wanna bury these niggas like twenty feet down So no one can find them again It's gotta be scary to witness me carry these niggas around In both of my hands They stay inviting me over, they say they got bitches I get there and then it's just them Got a verse from the boy and it leaked (fuck) He sent me a new one said, "Use it instead" (use it) Everything good when you live in the Hills Got a chef and and maid for a bed (wow) Can you imagine the shit that I seen? I went from the Roy to South Point dreams Then bridge got burned and shattered (fuck) I'm climbing, I don't need a ladder New year, it's a new chapter (new) Girl snapped, I didn't even snap her (I didn't) She wanna fuck out of anger (she wack) Back in the days, life was so hard In Pelham trapping in backyards I didn't even know 'bout Goyard (I didn't) I just sent Mike a new bank card (here you go) Remembering days in the court yard I came from trapping at Nats (at Natalie's) Trapping with bugs in the trap (ew) She wanna spill all the facts (you do that) Yeah, yeah I can't sit on my ass (I can't) I gotta chase me a bag My shooters think it's tag (brra) She wanna buy me a Jag BM text me, throw ten at her like Messi (here you go, babe) Take the Draco piece, it get messy (yeah) Told Kilani I want grills like Nelly's (uh-huh) I was locked, no one answered cellies (no one) No one change up my line so I sell these (that's gang) This TEC-9 hold many Lucky told me don't trust many, gang The level is just too advanced The bezel is Tiffany stamped, don't grip on my hand I know that I came with the slide from left to right But now I don't wanna dance I got too much on the line, too much on my mind Too much ain't enough for my plans Nike don't pay me to tell you, "Just do it" They pay me to show you I do it again Huh? Yeah I'm in control of the block (live) You know how October get hot (you know) Might make this glizzy go pop (bang) The crib is over the top (it is) The whip is over the top (how?) I thought about letting her go (I did) But I was in over the top
I pay attention like i paint a picture like my mouth fly off at the handle with three words. Bitch get money and off my nerves you heard me mane im tired of the drama in a day trying to make it through the hate playing like they faking and pretentious innocent knowing damn well they been a bitch
*Nang’ Nkalakatha Costa Ke Star like Foca Pull up in a Beamer Too much too clean yang’thola Hayi don’t fosta Serious Indoda Big time player Crib too big Nkandla Hayi wena flexa Thina siyajima Too hot like a heater My neck done froze like winter Dom Pérignon liqour Shay’sithombe picture MJ on this shit Thriller Funi vibes every night enter Nang’ Nkalakatha Costa Ke Star like Foca Pull up in a Beamer Too much too clean yang’thola Hayi don’t fosta Serious Indoda Big time player Crib too big Nkandla Hayi wena flexa Thina siyajima Too hot like a heater My neck done froze likе winter Dom Pérignon liqour Shay’sithombe picture MJ on this shit Thrillеr Funi vibes every night enter Bare Alfa Kat, Alfa Kat, Alfa Kat Re khopela di verse, di verse, di verse Otswere full set Otsamaya ka jet le bana ba ba dese, ba dese, ba dese Oh yes my bebeza oh yes (Oh yes) Oh yes my bebeza oh yes (Oh yes) Before re fihla ko bo Dom Pérignon A re thome ka di veuve di veuve di veuve Bare Alfa Kat, Alfa Kat, Alfa Kat Re khopela di verse di verse di verse Otswere full set Otsamaya ka jet le bana ba ba dese, ba dese, ba dese Oh yes my bebeza oh yes (Oh yes) Oh yes my bebeza oh yes (Oh yes) Before re fihla ko bo Dom Pérignon A re thome ka di veuve di veuve di veuve Nang’ Nkalakatha Costa Ke Star like Foca Pull up in a Beamer Too much too clean yang’thola Hayi don’t fosta Serious Indoda Big time player Crib too big Nkandla Hayi wena flexa Thina siyajima Too hot like a heater My neck done froze like winter Dom Pérignon liqour Shay’sithombe picture MJ on this shit Thriller Funi vibes every night enter Nang’ Nkalakatha Costa Ke Star like Foca Pull up in a Beamer Too much too clean yang’thola Hayi don’t fosta Serious Indoda Big time player Crib too big Nkandla Hayi wena flexa Thina siyajima Too hot like a heater My neck done froze like winter Dom Pérignon liqour Shay’sithombe picture MJ on this shit Thriller Funi vibes every night enter*
*_“Chorus” (_**_0:05_**_-_**_0:16_**_)_* “Uh, Get *_beer_* the *_songs brewing_* I’ve been *_cleared_* of any *_wrongdoing_* Mean with the facts, You say it, *_Run-Tell-Did,_* Who’s the saddest human who *_lead one well-lived?”_* *_“First Verse” (_**_0:17_**_-_**_1:02_**_)_* *_“Cowards get no counter_* From our *_gash_* come *_diseases,_* *_Rash_* to *_reason_* *_Stash_* got the *_seams stressed,_* Touch *_Shabazz_* and *_Jesus,_* *_Ash_* on *_features_* brings *_flash of Genius,_* Shielded from the *_blast_* can’t *_see us_* *_Truffles_* when I *_hablo, hustle_* but *_no Pablo,_* Buzz I *_side-carried_* driving *_Ives Dairy,_* Gassed the same, the *_miles vary,_* Fights, of *_course parkour_* was *_par for the course,_* They’re all-terrain shoot, *_armour allure_* Not hardcore if not *_hard_* to the *_core_* No *_heart anymore,_* Need a chance voice so *_dark_* and it’s *_hoarse,_* *_Write Aaron Sorkin_* it’s *_my barren fortunes_* V for *_Vendetta, Kay_* for the *_Kill_* Saw red for this *_cheddar,_* now *_lay_* where it *_spills_* Copped the first *_leather,_* what a *_day_* what a *_thrill_* Different roll Kaitlyn *_Dever,_* for the *_J’s_* for the *_frills”_* *_“Chorus” (_**_1:02_**_-_**_1:12_**_)_* “Uh, Get *_beer_* the *_songs brewing_* I’ve been *_cleared_* of any *_wrongdoing_* Mean with the facts, You say it, *_Run-Tell-Did,_* Who’s the saddest human who *_lead one well-lived?”_* *_“Second Verse” (_**_1:13_**_-_**_1:58_**_)_* *_“Make_* is to *_take_* burn my *_poems_* in a *_pot_* *_Feed you he brew_* I’m the *_Golem_* for your *_spot_* Rags *_quilted_* fingers *_tilted_* Chris *_Nolan_* with the *_shot_* Li’l *_gun_* it was *_fun_* now I’m *_swollen_* fight me *_not_* In confession I got *_water_* from a *_stone_* To see my soul I’ll get *_farther_* from the *_throne_* A word never thought from a *_martyr_* is *_alone_* *_Disguised I survived_* the *_nomenclature_* is not *_I_* Will you still feel my pain the *_Omen nature_* in the *_sky?_* Bodies hit the floor Vince *_Owen hates you_* cuz he *_died_* *_Tragic the life sacri-suffice,_* On a different *_type_* of *_time_* this *_Quavo watch_* I *_Offset_* Ion even *_like_* to *_shine_* I’m *_Kato knock_* the *_nonsense_* Gotta make it heaven, for *_goin’ through spells_* Ya chargers not in the glove compartment it’s just *_stolen jewels_* That’s what you think but let’s be real if I ever *_told you would tell_* You’re a *_mole_* we *_knew well,_* Judas in a water *_hole_* with no *_well”_* “Chorus” (1:58-2:09) “Uh, Get *_beer_* the *_songs brewing_* I’ve been *_cleared_* of any *_wrongdoing_* Mean with the facts, You say it, *_Run-Tell-Did,_* Who’s the saddest human who *_lead one well-lived?”_* *_-KGodWIll_*
you see, Had a take step back, At this music thing cause it didn't pay out as niggas think every rap sheet I put out never hit will be home, streets or place my boyz link
[Chorus] I write, these memoirs for my soul I write, these memoirs for my woes I fight, my demons and my foes That’s why my eyes, impure from blood and gold [Verse] Young niggas from the block Came up in the projects With my scammers and some robbers Can’t forget my Vatos The bodega was the Casa Trigga hit the celli like “Que pasa?” Slum dogs from Azania Yelling out “Viva la rasa“ Smoking Yanga pack, ya rasa Young Moolie with Mullatos Just a Moor from the sewers, I manoeuvred with the ghouls and the goblins We just want to eat the lobster Fеttuccine with the pasta Young Doe Boy drеamt of being a Guido, now he movin' like a mobster This is Basquiat, Picasso This is Phantom of the Opera Conversations with the paupers became compositions I need me an Oscar In the ghetto I’m a saviour, I’m walkin' on water and spitting the gospel In the ghetto ducking Judas and the Devil that’s why I speak like a prophet
Sign Up Woo Baby Pop Smoke Lyrics About Tracklist Comments 1 231.3K 63 12 Translations Woo Baby Lyrics [Intro: Pop Smoke] Huh? [Chorus: Pop Smoke] I like my yummy yellow (Yellow) And that ass feel like Jell-O (Jell-O) Shorty lightskin and tatted (Tatted) Ass fat, so I grabbed it (Grabbed it) I gave her this dick and I lasted (Lasted) No rubber, no plastic (No plastic) You know how to get right, mama (Mama) I gotta get my baby (My baby) BossMan DLow 'Get In With Me' Official Lyrics & Meaning | Genius Verified [Verse 1: Chris Brown, Pop Smoke] She know my worth (Worth) Kissin' on my jewels, fuck a nigga out his shirt No time for holdin' hands, she holdin' my worth Baby, pop that pussy and everything but a Perc' I'm lovin' her good, makin' sure she never hurt (Hurt) She lickin' my wood, never too classy to slurp (Oh) Look me in my eyes when you tell me that it's mine Told her I'm too playa, I can't fall for the lies I know, baby (Baby) That you a bad lil' somethin' and that ass, it drive me crazy (Drives me crazy, huh?) And I swear that nothin' else faze me [Chorus: Pop Smoke & Chris Brown, Pop Smoke] I like my yummy yellow (Yellow) And that ass feel like Jell-O (Jell-O) Shorty lightskin and tatted (Tatted) Ass fat, so I grabbed it (Grabbed it) I gave her this dick and I lasted (Lasted) No rubber, no plastic (No plastic) You know how to get right, mama (Mama) I gotta get my baby (My baby) [Verse 2: Pop Smoke] It's Pop Smoke (Pop Smoke), she know my worth (My worth) Young flossy nigga, she know I'm in my Birk' (My Birk') She zippin' down my pants, I'm takin' off her shirt (Her shirt) Kissin' on my neck (My neck), liftin' up her skirt (Her skirt) I'm fuckin' her good, makin' sure she cum first (Cum first) I had to get it in before she went to work (Oh) All I need is weed and Henny (Henny) No chaser (No chaser) Can't nobody replace her (No)
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