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Moneybagg Yo – Thug Cry Lyrics

[Intro]
(Tahj Money)
(Think we found a loophole)

[Chorus]
How they gon’ judge me? (How you do that?)
They don’t even know me (They don’t even know me)
They say money changed me (Tell me how)
But I’m still the old me (Right now)
I’ll never change, I’ll never switch up on my homies (I can’t never)
I can’t take your word
I’m just goin’ off everything you showed me (That speak louder)
All I need, double cup and weed
The only thing that stop me (Slow me up)
‘Cause I’ve been goin’ through it (Through it, man)
You don’t even know it (You don’t even know it)
When shit get deep
I might shed a tear while I record (Why you gon’ do it?)
‘Cause I miss my boys (The gang)
Smokin’ got me paranoid (Yeah, yeah, hey)

[Verse 1]
I remember sleepin’ on the floor, me and cuz
That was way back ‘fore you knew who I was
2015, I was lookin’ for a plug
Everything I got, I had to dig it out the mud
I done made some real bad choices with my life
And I knew I wasn’t right but I ain’t feel no love
Is what it is, I done done what I done
Ain’t nobody perfect, who the fuck is you to judge?
I feel dead (Numb to it all)
But I’m alive (Still standin’ tall)
When you stand on truth, give it to ’em raw
You can’t tell no lies (You can’t show no flaw)
Lookin’ at the sky, thinkin’ ’bout the guys
I still hurt inside (Still hurt inside)
Every tear you see, that’s somebody died
It’s blood when I cry (Murder in my eyes)
I’m still thuggin’ ’round here with the same old circle (Bread gang, bread gang, bread gang)
Joe my nigga forever, ’bout him, I’ll murder (Big fire, flame, gang)
Y’all just see a nigga shinin’ now
But I had to grind with him (I had to grind with him)
If it came to it, Rowdy Rebel, Bobby Shmurda
I’ll serve the time with him (Do what I love)

[Verse 2]
I know you might think (What?)
A nigga like me (Rich) don’t go through anything
But that shit ain’t true
I got real problems like you
Sometimes I don’t know what to do (No)
I wear the weight of the world on my shoulder
Stressin’ ’bout shit that I ain’t got control of
Can’t make the time to do nothin’ I wanna
I just get high, I can’t deal with it sober
Up there alone
This world so cold (World so cold)
I was ridin’ solo, swear to God I saw Elo (Thought I seen a ghost)
Never been the same since the day I seen him layin’ in the cold (I can’t let it go)
Smokin’ to the head while I’m lookin’ out the window of the Rolls
Seem like it never got old (Goals)
Niggas be tellin’ these bitches ’bout business
I play it safe so I’m keepin’ my distance
Too much lean fuckin’ up my kidney
Check the murder rate before you come to my city (It’s violent)
Gotta move right, ‘specially when you know what’s up (Paranoid)
Clutchin’ for no reason, tweakin’
I’m thinkin’ somebody followin’ my truck

Wiz Khalifa – Alright Lyrics

[Chorus: Trippie Redd]
Said I’m alright (Alright)
Everywhere I go, bitch I’m alright (Alright)
Yeah, attracting bold bitches all night (All night)
VVS them diamonds, bitch they all ice (All ice)
Yeah, I’m telling you I’m alright (I’m alright)
Yeah, said I’m telling you I’m alright (I’m alright)
Yeah, said I’m telling you I’m alright (I’m alright)
Yeah, said I’m telling you I’m alright (I’m alright)

[Verse 1: Preme]
Pull up in the Maybach
CJ with me looking hella tipsy
White girl with me and the molly got her dancing hella Brittany
1400 hoodie on, red, looking hella trippy
Bobby Shmurda niggas
Houston bitches with me on that Whitney ouu
I came out the coldest city with the hottest bitch
I pull up popping at these niggas if they popping shit
Them bitches tryna fall in love and trying to fall in rich
She got it going brush her teeth before she suck my dick
My dog want that payback and I might have to OK that
Pull up on that clown and pull them down cause my homie don’t play that
Mobbing deep, give them hell on earth
I come from the dirt
Get yo merked, ain’t talking water guns, but all them choppers squirt

[Verse 2: Wiz Khalifa]
Uh, black and yellow, with the pedal
Getting rich, but from the ghetto
Took off to another level
Been to war, I got the medals
Different flows, I got several
Different clothes, hopping out expensive doors
Never let a nigga pose
If it’s fine with you
Then it’s fine with me
If you never try you never find out how real it could be
Got your girls with you
Got my niggas with me
Spend it all and get it back
Being broke is just a memory
Yeah, every-time I hit the club with her we be turning heads
I put numbers on the board
Smell the KK when I’m bored
Private jet, when I board
Give respect across the board
Get a check, when I go
We pull up bitch, we don’t troll

Jay-Z – Bam (feat. Damian Marley)

[Chorus: Damian Marley and Jay-Z]
Now greetings to the world
Gangsta nuh live in a tenement yard
Rude boy nuh live in a tenement yard
Too much watchy, watchy, watchy
Too much su, su, su, su, su
Them chatty, chatty, chatty
Them su, su, su, su, su
Fuck all this pretty Shawn Carter shit nigga, HOV

[Verse 1: Jay-Z]
Shawn was on that gospel shit
I was on the total fuckin’ opposite
Shit, stuff a million dollars in the sock drawer
That’s a war chest in case you need your chest knocked off
Y’all be talkin’ crazy under them IG pictures
So when you get to hell you tell ’em Blanco sent ya
I can’t take no threats, I got a set of twins
Those were just the words you’ll never hear again
For the final time you don’t believe these fools
I’ve never seen a worker rock so many jewels
I’ve never seen the runner with so many cars
Y’all couldn’t stop me, you’re not as tough as you say you are
My advice is just don’t be too nice to niggas
Just set the price so niggas’ll live your life, my nigga
Once upon a time in the projects
Shawn was in flight mode, I bought a Pyrex
I was in fight mode and now it’s "fuck me, mijo"
I was movin’ them kilos, help you move your peoples
Sometimes you need your ego, gotta remind these fools
Who they effin’ with, and we got FN’s too
Before we had A&R’s, we had AR’s too
We the only ones really movin’ like y’all say y’all do
We still movin’ like y’all niggas say y’all did
Emory passed you niggas and he did a bid
Ty Ty jumped over niggas and he’s like 5’6"
Got the heart of a giant, don’t you ever forget
Don’t you never forget, Jigga got this shit poppin’
I pulled out the pot when we was outta options

[Chorus: Damian Marley and Jay-Z]
Gangsta nuh live in a tenement yard
Rude boy nuh live in a tenement yard
Too much watchy, watchy, watchy
Them su, su, su, su, su
Too much chatty, chatty, chatty
And them su, su, su, su, su
Fuck all this pretty Shawn Carter shit nigga, HOV

[Verse 2: Jay Z]
Put that drum in your ear, don’t get Srem’d
I’ll Bobby Shmurda anybody you heard of
Niggas could not be further, I fathered your style
Birth of a Nation, Nat Turner style
Uh, y’all make me turn up all this talkin’ down
Uh, niggas is skippin’ leg day just to run they mouth
I be skippin’ leg day, I still run the world
I pressed ahead of your team with one finger curled
I’ll line you all up with one finger wave
Make niggas weave, niggas is out here fake
Laced front to the back, don’t front
Y’all gonna make me wig, I’ma give y’all what you want

[Chorus: Damian Marley and Jay-Z]
Gangsta nuh live in a tenement yard
Dreadlocks nuh live in a tenement yard
Too much watchy, watchy, watchy
And them su, su, su, su, su
Too much chatty, chatty, chatty
And them su, su, su, su, su
Fuck all this pretty Shawn Carter shit nigga, HOV

[Outro: Damian Marley]
Can’t you see it’s my ambition
I come to nice up the whole nation
What a bam bam yeah, Lord
And mi seh what a bam bam (Do it, Jay!)
Can’t you see it’s my ambition
I come to nice up the whole nation
What a bam bam
What a bam bam
I don’t give a God damn
I don’t give a God damn
When mi come a dance and mi spliff and Guinness
Yow, crowd of people–go and mind yuh business
This a hunting season
Mek I tell you hunting season
Well, I tell ya something season
Yow this a hunting season
Cake and dumpling season
Spinners and dumpling season
Don’t play by the king
Love is all I and I bring you know
Voice of the one pon gully banking
Top ranking, keep it skanking
Ooh wee, huh
Hear me now

Zaytoven – Five Guys (feat. Migos & Young Thug)

[Intro: Quavo & Young Thug]
Migo
Thugger
Let’s get it

[Verse 1: Young Thug]
I turned on North Side Drive, I just left Five Guys
I see that bitch went on time like I got five eyes
I drowned in racks and then I died and I came back alive
I get that pack, get all them pies, you know I strive
To be the best
Pablo Escobar, hundred shots, boy fuck a vest
You get a mission out the blue, boy it’s a test (better not fail)
Hey, I got Chromehearts without a desk
But I’ll teach you, if she special then I’ma mess (swear to god)
I let her swallow me, I’ma teach her pornography
I’m always right ’bout hog a fee, I’ma teach you the bed
Cashed out like Charlie Sheen, I’m like bae like biogically
I smoke grass like a collard green, yeah I’m smoking the best
Ridin’ with them slimes, and I’m ridin’ with the Migos
We servin’ them kilos (ride with the, ride with the)
Play with me bitch and I’ll beat your ass up like I’m motherfuckin’ Debo (beat that bitch up with a)
Ride ’round the city in Bentleys, I used to ride ’round in a Pinto
I couldn’t afford that outdoors, now I’m standing outdoors smoking endos
When I’m with Durk it’s gon’ be murder time (what you say?)
If I drink that syrup then I’m on turtle time (super slow)
You mean nothin’ to me, you not worth a dime (you not worth it)
Drop, drop the Bentley, got me ridin’ with the slime

[Verse 2: Quavo]
I ain’t here for that (no), I got diamonds on my plaques (shine)
And I’m not going back and forth (nah)
Takeoff trapping on the porch (Takeoff)
Play with the water of course
Up in the morning, sleepy at court (woop)
Fuck the check up, fuck up the pot with the fork (ayy)
I just spent four thou-ow on a motherfuckin’ coat
I told her get with the program and I’ma put you on the boat
You coming with that money, boy you might be a lil bit short
Some people from the east, south, west, some from the north
Welcome to the Nawf, where you’ll get your ass took off
Pitching hardball, know some niggas pitching soft
Put that dope in her anus, no she can’t bend over and cough
If he playing with my money then we outline him in chalk
The world so cold so I’m rocking Timbs like I’m from New York
First time I went to New York they say they like the way I talk
Free my nigga Bobby Shmurda, free Offset, yeah he my folk
Every time I see the pot make sure I hit it with the fork (hit it)

[Outro: Quavo]
Migo Thuggin, bitch I’m Migo Thuggin (bitch)
Migo Thuggin, bitch I’m Migo Thuggin (lil ho)
Migo Thuggin, bitch I’m Migo Thuggin (thuggin)
Thuggin’ real hard, ig’nant, wildin’ out in public (gone)

Future – No Cap lyrics

Below are the complete “No Cap” lyrics by Future displayed. These lyrics were added 14 hours ago.

No Cap lyrics

Southside on the track, yeah

[Intro: Future]
Ha ha
Yeah

[Verse 1: Future]
Take it out the bank, go put it up
Got my main hoe, put her up
Straight off the lot, go put it up
My last two foreigns pulled up
Straight out the bank, go put it up
Everybody in the hood gone pull up
I got ’em on Xans and the Roxy’s
The homie done ran with a thottie
Every week I change my closet
Got a Fendi store in my house
Got a Bentley garage in my house
Got a watch on my wrist cost a house
My bitch can’t sleep at my house
Make her sleep at a hotel now
And when you talk, man, you talking off cap
And your diamonds they looking like tap
I was always ducking from the paps
Keep an R&B bitch in my lap
Out in Beverly Hills, I adapt
But I still had to ride with that strap

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[Verse 2: Young Thug]
Yellow diamonds like banana, that’s cap
Put some dirty in Mello Yello, no cap
Rocking Maison Margiela’s, that’s cap
Red bitch, Cinderella, no cap
I can turn perro
I can turn Pedro
Bad bitch out the ghetto
Eating like [?]
I’m bout to get better
Still trapping for Beretta’s
Rolls Royce, I’m a gorilla
Getting dome at Coachella
Yeah, hop out the coupe and titty f*ck her
Yeah, free Bobby Shmurda motherf*ck the Rucker’s
I’ma lean back in the back, she suck like lolli-suckers
I lied when I said I love her
Backstabbed the bitch, like I’m Michael Myers

[Verse 3: Future]
My little brother keep a stick on the seat
He gone brrrt, brrrt, brrrt until your heart stop beating
I’m a Zone 6 nigga and I’m riding in a foreign
Fuck a bad yellow bitch anytime I get bored
Nigga, uh
I’m a giant on these streets, nigga, uh
Switch my bitch once a week, nigga, uh
1.5 in my Goyard, uh
Gone need a way bigger surf board, uh
I bust down my plain Yachtmaster with bezels
I flew her out to Vegas, swear to God, forgot to hit her
I made ’em quit they jobs, then I gave ’em to my niggas
I gave a little start-up money and put her in a rental
I send my Ethiopian to go pray at the temple
I flood her heart with diamonds, just to pray, it’s so expensive
She tasting holy water, so, for me, it’s beneficial
She caught the holy ghost when I gave her the presidential

Future & Young Thug – No Cap Lyrics

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(Intro: Future)
Southside on the track, yeah
Ha ha
Yeah

(Verse 1: Future)
Take it out the bank, go put it up
Got my main hoe, put her up
Straight off the lot, go put it up
My last two foreigns pulled up
Straight out the bank, go put it up
Everybody in the hood gone pull up
I got ’em on Xans and the Roxy’s
The homie done ran with a thottie
Every week I change my closet
Got a Fendi store in my house
Got a Bentley garage in my house
Got a watch on my wrist cost a house
My b*tch can’t sleep at my house
Make her sleep at a hotel now
And when you talk, man, you talking off cap
And your diamonds they looking like tap
I was always ducking from the paps
Keep an R&B b*tch in my lap
Out in Beverly Hills, I adapt
But I still had to ride with that strap

(Verse 2: Young Thug)
Yellow diamonds like banana, that’s cap
Put some dirty in Mello Yello, no cap
Rocking Maison Margiela’s, that’s cap
Red b*tch, Cinderella, no cap
I can turn perro
I can turn Pedro
Bad b*tch out the ghetto
Eating like model
I’m bout to get better
Still trapping for Beretta’s
Rolls Royce, I’m a gorilla
Getting dome at Coachella
Yeah, hop out the coupe and titty f**k her
Yeah, free Bobby Shmurda motherf**k the Rucker’s
I’ma lean back in the back, she suck like lolli-suckers
I lied when I said I love her
Backstabbed the b*tch, like I’m Myer Michaels

(Verse 3: Future)
My little brother keep a stick on the seat
He gone brrrt, brrrt, brrrt until your heart stop beating
I’m a Zone 6 ni**a and I’m riding in a foreign
F**k a bad yellow b*tch anytime I get bored
Ni**a, uh
I’m a giant on these streets, ni**a, uh
Switch my b*tch once a week, ni**a, uh
1.5 in my Goyard, uh
Gone need a way bigger surf board, uh
I bust down my plain Yachtmaster with bezels
I flew her out to Vegas, swear to God, forgot to hit her
I made ’em quit they jobs, then I gave ’em to my ni**as
I gave a little start-up money and put her in a rental
I send my Ethiopian to go pray at the temple
I flood her heart with diamonds, just to pray, it’s so expensive
She tasting holy water, so, for me, it’s beneficial
She caught the holy ghost when I gave her the presidential

French Montana – Trippin Lyrics

French Montana – Trippin Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Started off with a simple twist of fate
Boyfriend gonna come catch my fade
Mama said, “Come on, it’s gettin’ late”
Tell that woman she gots to wait
Find somethin’ worth fightin’ for
If you ain’t gonna get them drawers
If you lose, gonna catch a case
Did you go too far? Baby, anyway
Just stories ’bout things I do
Show you, girl, it was all for you
Had hoes in the hotel room
Never knew we would make that news
I’m too good with social cues
Left out ‘fore I had a chance to choose
Know you’re him, what would have that been?
That’s somethin’ my pride cannot lose
Too much on the way I feel
Trick myself to believe it’s real
Trick too much for the sex and feel
When I get a mil’ I’ma spend it all on real
I’ma spend it all on feels, yeah

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[Chorus]
I ain’t trippin’ on a bitch
I ain’t trippin’ on a bitch
I ain’t trippin’ on a bitch
I ain’t trippin’ on a bitch
I ain’t trippin’ on a bitch
Just drippin’ on a bitch
I ain’t trippin’ on a bitch
I’m just drippin’ on a bitch
I ain’t trippin’ on a bitch
Trippin’, no
Ooh, I ain’t trippin’ on a bitch
Trippin’, no
I ain’t trippin’ on a bitch
I’m just drippin’ on a bitch
I ain’t trippin’ on a bitch
Just drippin’ on a bitch
I ain’t trippin’ on a bitch

[Verse 2]
I ain’t trippin’ on a bitch
And if I’m lyin’, I’m flyin’, heart of a lion
Got the future on the hide, my hotel, I hide
I hope you’re stayin’ by
I need you for five, I need you for five
You need me, I’m the plug to the life that you desire
You need me for the game, game, oh
You need me for the game, for the game, oh
I need you for five, I need you for five
You need me, I’m the plug to the life that you desire

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[Chorus]
I ain’t trippin’ on a bitch
Trippin’, no
I ain’t trippin’ on you, bitch
Trippin’, no
I ain’t trippin’ on one thing
And I ain’t gon’ slip
And I ain’t trippin’ on one thing
I ain’t trippin’ on you, bitch
Trippin’, no
I ain’t trippin’ on you, bitch
Trippin’, no
I ain’t trippin’ on one thing
And I ain’t gon’ slip
And I ain’t trippin’ on one thing

[Outro]
I ain’t trippin’, I ain’t trippin’, baby
I ain’t trippin’, I ain’t trippin’, baby
I ain’t trippin’ on a bitch

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JAY-Z – Bam lyrics

Now greetings to the world
Gangsta no live in a tenement yard
Rude boy no live in a tenement yard
Too much watchy, watchy, watchy
Too much su, su, su, su, su
Them chatty, chatty, chatty
Them su, su, su, su, su
Fuck all this pretty Shawn Carter shit nigga, HOV

Shawn was on that gospel shit
I was on the total fucking opposite
Shit, stuff a million dollars in the sock drawer
That’s a war chest in case you need your chest knocked off
Y’all be talkin’ crazy under them IG pictures
So when you get to Hell you tell ’em blanco sent you
I can’t take no threats I got a set of twins
Those were just the words you’ll never hear again
For the final time you don’t believe these fools
I’ve never seen the work la roc so many jewels
I’ve never seen the runner with so many cars
Y’all couldn’t stop me, you’re not as tough as you say you are
My advice is just don’t be too nice to niggas
Just set the price so niggas’ll live your live my nigga
Once upon a time in the projects
Shawn was in flight mode, I bought a Pyrex
I was in flight mode and that was killing me
I was movin’ them kilos help you move your peoples
Sometimes you need your ego, gotta remind these fools
Who they effin’ with, and we got Effen too
Before we had A&R’s we had AR’s too
We the only ones really movin’ like y’all say y’all do
We still movin’ like y’all niggas say y’all did
Emory passed you niggas and he did a bid.
Ty ty jumped over niggas and he’s like 5′ 6″
Got the heart of a giant, don’t you ever forget
Don’t you never forget, Jigga got this shit poppin’
I pulled out the pop when we was outta options

Gangsta no live in a tenement yard
Rude boy no live in a tenement yard
Too much watchy, watchy, watchy
Too much su, su, su, su, su
Them chatty, chatty, chatty
Them su, su, su, su, su
Fuck all this pretty Shawn Carter shit nigga, HOV

Put that drum in your ear don’t get Srem’d
I’ll Bobby Shmurda anybody ya heard of
Niggas could not be further, I fathered your style
Birth of a nation Nat Turner style
Uh, y’all make me turn up all this talkin’ down
Uh, niggas is skippin’ leg day just to run they mouth
I be skippin’ leg day I still run the world
I pressed ahead of your team with one finger curled
I’ll line you all up with one finger wave
Make niggas weave, niggas is out here fake
Laced front to the back don’t front
Y’all gonna make me wig I’ma give y’all what you want

Can’t you see it’s my ambition
I’ll come tonight suck the whole nation
What a bam bam yeah, loud
I miss a what a bam bam (do it Jay!)
Can’t you see it’s my ambition
I’ll come tonight suck the whole nation
What a bam bam
What a bam bam
I don’t give a God damn
I don’t give a God damn
When mi come a dance and mi spliff and Guinness
[?] people go on mind yuh business
This a hunting season
Mek I tell you hunting season
Well I tell ya something season
Yow this a hunting season
Cake and dumpling season
Spinners and dumpling season
[?]
Love is all I and I bring you know
Voice of the one pon gully banking
Top ranking, keep it skanking
Ooh wee, huh
Hear me now

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