Mir Fontane – Whatever You Want Lyrics

[Verse 1]
I’m not your regular-degular
Bitch you should Google my resume
Shawty said that she taken, yea
But I’ll probably f**k that bitch anyway
Dance on these hoes like I’m Diddy mane
Ain’t on the track team but I run the city mane
Don’t need a rich bitch to know that I’m winnin’ mane
Give me a bitch that like Chinese store chicken wings

South, south, south, southside
Got me feelin’ like the boy now
Used to creep up in windows
Look, rap opening up doors now
Used to help my friend hustle dimes
We was bussin’ traps with a bus pass
Best friend used to sell weight
He had ‘Damn Daniels’ in his bookbag

Rap niggas smell like pussycat
And my waves smellin’ like a whoop ass
But nothin’ matters when the kush pass
Nothin’ matters when the kush pass
I been spittin’ dope for five years
Got my breath smellin’ like a meth lab
Niggas switchin’ sides, hoes switchin’ teams
Throwin’ pussy at me like a chest pass

But it’s a new season, Renaissance
I’m the new Da Vinci, I’m the new LeBron
I got a new cougar look like Chaka Khan
Chaka Khan, Chaka-Chaka Khan
Heart cold, money keep me warm
Pockets lookin’ like chicken parm’
My bitch a knock out like chloroform
And your bitch way dryer than Desert Storm

I got backwoods for the backstage
Black shades like I’m Johnny Cage
Jersey born, but I’m Camden made
I been a grown man since the second grade, yeah
I just walk in through the back
You show ID at the front
You do whatever you can
I do whatever I want

[Bridge]
When you come up on your own
You do whatever you want
You do whatever you want
You do whatever you want
When you really in your zone
You do whatever you want
You do whatever you want
You do whatever you want

Why you hatin’, why you mad?
I do whatever I want
I do whatever I want
I do whatever I want
Every ex I ever had
I can get back when I want
I can get back when I want
Cause you do what you want when you poppin’

[Hook]
Yeahhh, and
That’s what happens when you got it
That’s what happens when you got it
That’s what happens when you got it
Yeahhh
That’s what happens when you got it
You do what you want when you poppin
That’s what happens when you got it

[Verse 2]
And if you lookin’ for me
You know where to find me
I come from the side
Where they catchin’ bodies
Knew I wanted millions
I dropped out of college
I just wanna ball
Like I’m Charles Barkley

My white boy got a ladder like he Jeff Hardy
If this shit go down I know my niggas got me
You gon’ need Denzel up on this train to stop me
When life is short as Spike, it’s hard to do the right thing
Yeah, but I do whatever I want
I’m in the loft gettin’ drunk, I been tourin’ for a month
Theres hella chicken on the table, collard greens in the blunt
They said it couldn’t be done, but I do whatever I want

[Bridge]
When you come up on your own
You do whatever you want
You do whatever you want
You do whatever you want
When you really in your zone
You do whatever you want
You do whatever you want
You do whatever you want

Why you hatin’, why you mad?
I do whatever I want
I do whatever I want
I do whatever I want
Every ex I ever had
I can get back when I want
I can get back when I want
Cause you do what you want when you poppin’

[Hook]
Yeahhh, and
That’s what happens when you got it
That’s what happens when you got it
That’s what happens when you got it
Yeahhh
That’s what happens when you got it
You do what you want when you poppin
That’s what happens when you got it

Lil Pump – Hardy Brothers (freestyle) Lyrics

Play this song

[Intro: Lil Pump]
Jeff Hardy, Matt Hardy (Ooh, ooh, ooh)
(Thank you Fizzle)

[Hook: Lil Pump & Smokepurpp]
Jeff Hardy, Matt Hardy (Yeah)
Jeff Hardy, Matt Hardy (Bitch)
Jeff Hardy, Matt Hardy (Chyeah)
Jeff Hardy, Matt Hardy (Bitch)
Money flip Jeff Hardy, Matt Hardy (Yeah)
Goddamn three guns in the party (Blih)
Goddamn five guns in the party (Bitch)
Goddamn young niggas getting gnarly (Ah)
Jeff Hardy, Matt Hardy (Ayy)
Jeff Hardy, Matt Hardy (Brr)
Jeff Hardy, Matt Hardy (Ooh)
Jeff Hardy, Matt Hardy (Damn)
Money flip Jeff Hardy, Matt Hardy (Bitch)
Goddamn three guns in the party (Goddamn)
Goddamn five guns in the party (Huh)
Stomp a dumb bitch out in the party (Stomp)

[Verse: Smokepurpp & Lil Pump]
My money flip, Jeff Hardy
I drop a nigga for trying to rob me
I don’t give a fuck bust out gun in the party
Your girlfriend a groupie so I let her top me
Bitch I walked out on a nigga (Bitch)
Suppressor on me bitch I silence a nigga
Hoe check the stats we the richest young niggas
I feel like a lick walking ’round with six figures (Six)
Sipping on drank in the morning (Ooh)
I’m the new age Beethoven
Imma do a drive by in a Ford Focus (Vroom)
Shh, went in her purse and she didn’t even notice (Damn)
Stomp his ass out in my boots (Ooh)
Do not look at me confused (Ooh)
Don’t make me go knock out your tooth (Ah ah)
My grandma she ride with that tool (Ayy)

[Hook: Lil Pump & Smokepurpp]
Jeff Hardy, Matt Hardy (Yeah)
Jeff Hardy, Matt Hardy (Bitch)
Jeff Hardy, Matt Hardy (Chyeah)
Jeff Hardy, Matt Hardy (Bitch)
Money flip Jeff Hardy, Matt Hardy (Yeah)
Goddamn three guns in the party (Blih)
Goddamn five guns in the party (Bitch)
Goddamn young niggas getting gnarly (Ah)
Jeff Hardy, Matt Hardy (Ayy)
Jeff Hardy, Matt Hardy (Brr)
Jeff Hardy, Matt Hardy (Ooh)
Jeff Hardy, Matt Hardy (Damn)
Money flip Jeff Hardy, Matt Hardy (Bitch)
Goddamn three guns in the party (Goddamn)
Goddamn five guns in the party (Huh)
Stomp a dumb bitch out in the party (Stomp)

Lil Uzi Vert – OuttaSpace Lyrics

[Verse: Lil Uzi Vert]
I was on a Molly
Bitches out in Boston (woah)
Fuck this bitch in Follies
Her pussy was awesome
Rockstar like Jeff Hardy
Do tricks like Matt Hoffman
She just wanna party
She do that shit often
She gon’ suck my dick until she start gagging and coughing
Am I scared? No hardly
I deserve a heart lift
My new crib is so big
This shit got an office
I was off a 30
This shit made me nauseous
My new car on derby’s
Automatic parkin’
Ballin’ in my jersey
In the streets I’m chartin’

[Hook: Lil Uzi Vert]
12 check me then they took my gun
Me no trippin’ ’cause I got a whole ‘nother gun
If she leave me yeah I got a whole ‘nother one
I put that on my son but I ain’t even got a son

Red, green, beam green, bitch I never miss
She suck the life up out my dick like its a peppermint
I get the cheese like I work for the government
I’m an alien lookin’ for your mothership

[Verse: Lil Uzi Vert:]
Fuck 20 up London
I’m a [?][?][?]
Me and Murda, we up to somethin’
I was on that Hemi and almost caught me a finnesse
Used to hustle hard now you’re claimin’ you’re my cousin
I fuck your bitch now she thinkin’ I’m her husband
I’m in some Balmain these jeans they cost a thousand
And I iced out this Rollie cost me nothin’
And I iced out this Rollie cost me nothin’
I iced out this Rollie cost me nothin’
I iced out this Rollie cost me nothin’
I iced out this Rollie cost me nothin’

Audio Push – Rodney’s House (Last Lights Left Album)

[Chorus]
This shit funky like your favorite pot of chitlins in the kitchen
Days ditchin’, late night missions, word up
Oh yeah
Say this shit funky like your favorite pot of chitlins in the kitchen
Days ditchin’, late night missions, word up
Word, word, word up

[Verse 1]
My granny died, I told myself, "Ain’t no more compromisin’"
Knew you’d turn your back on me, it’s not surprisin’
Stop the violence, stop the sirens, stop the gangin’
Yeah that’s what I’m preachin’ ’til it’s my time to get even
At Uncle Rodney’s backflippin’ off walls, stuntin’ in drawers
I’m gettin’ taller’s what my auntie keeps tellin’ me when she see me
Whole street jumpin’ like Jeff Hardy on TV
Jagged Edge bumpin’, askin’ for parties right off the CD, chitlins
Kickin’ it, funky as George Clinton
My cousin make muddy money, still movin’ perscriptions
Can’t listen to most the shit that they’re kickin’, pure repetition
Follow my soul [?] to be somewhere different, no recognition needed
Weeded out the bad energy, I ain’t need it
Zetus Lapetus, you gotta come to space to see this
I drove [?] and [?] both to the hospitals bleedin’
Been a real one since ditchin’ fourth period with all of my heathens
I keep it

[Chorus]
Funky like your favorite pot of chitlins in the kitchen
Days ditchin’, late night missions, word up, word up
Said this shit funky like your favorite pot of chitlins in the kitchen
Days ditchin’, late night missions, word up
Word, word, word up

[Verse 2]
Aight this go, I know, come in, eyes low, yeah
Sorry, I’m blowed, long day, needed dro
Had to come in with my bros
Put a stunt on all you hoes
Yeah, start this winning, grinning ’cause we did this from the kitchen
Put my mind to it, takin’ my time with it
Realize life one time, no rewind to it
And you can’t fast forward through the pain
So when it rain I remember that it’s cold and clean my stains
Never complain, we live
We live, we live, straight up
My prescription can’t fill, couple Anvils
Down to my last fuck that I can give
Now why jump into the swamp if you can’t swim?
I bet it all to my last ten
And push past ten
And when it come back, don’t come back, run back
Roll this one fat, junkie, I gotta keep it

[Chorus]
Funky like your favorite pot of chitlins in the kitchen
Days ditchin’, late night missions, word up, word up

[Outro]
I’ve been on a new wave, lately
I refuse to let you take me
Said I’ve been on a new wave, lately
I refuse to let you take me