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Ugly God – Tropics Lyrics

[Intro]
Nikko Bunkin in the trap, yuh

[Chorus]
Ayy, I’m takin’ off like rocket
Lay back in the tropics
Coolin’ with ya bitch, I make her drip just like a faucet
Now that bitch in my lap, she make it clap, ooh
Take a step back, don’t get clapped
I’m takin’ off like rocket
Lay back in the tropics
Coolin’ with ya bitch, I make her drip just like a faucet
Now that bitch in my lap, she make it clap, ooh
Take a step back, don’t get clapped

[Verse]
Every day we lit (lit)
Baby, you the shit (bitch)
Knick knack paddy whack, suck a nigga dick (suck a nigga)
Leave him in the ditch (why?)
‘Cause he a bitch
Drag my name through the dirt, I’m swervin’ down and shootin’ shit
Lil’ groupie bitch, huh, on my dick ’cause I’m super rich
Stupid bitch, I know the game baby, all I do is trick
Ruler dick, got her crazy on some cuckoo shit
I’m with your bitch, and she blew this dick like a hookah stick
Hold on, I walk inside the party, I might spike your juice, huh (I might spike your juice)
I pull up with your bitch, whip ain’t got no roof, huh (whip ain’t got no)
I pull up with no roof while she give me roof, huh (she gon’ give me)
Sippin’ on this Goose, kickin’ shit like Bruce, huh (kickin’ shit like uh)
I put that bitch to use, then she get the deuce, huh (she get the deuce)
She give me head like mousse, then I’m gone like poof (then I’m gone like uh)
Niggas playin’ games, this ain’t duck duck goose, huh (this ain’t duck duck goose)
Bitch, I’m for the youth just like Dr. Seuss, huh

[Chorus]
I’m takin’ off like rocket
Lay back in the tropics
Coolin’ with ya bitch, I make her drip just like a faucet
Now that bitch in my lap, she make it clap, ooh
Take a step back, don’t get clapped
I’m takin’ off like rocket
Lay back in the tropics
Coolin’ with ya bitch, I make her drip just like a faucet
Now that bitch in my lap, she make it clap
Take a step back, don’t get clapped

[Outro]
Thanks Ugly God
Nikko Bunkin in the trap, yuh

Flume – On Top Lyrics

[Refrain: T.Shirt]
All that I want in this life is the chance to do my thing
All that I want in this life is the chance to do my thing
Yeah

[Chorus: T.Shirt]
I want the top
All my people right there at the back of the spot
I need the top
If you know me, you don’t know me to stop
I need the top
All my people there, back at the spot
Let up the shots
Yeah

[Verse 1: T.Shirt]
And you don’t just wake up rich one day
This kind of life never just slip your way
I gave up taking carefree trips to the Bay
Cali’-bound is ’cause I got a flip in L.A
Paris-bound ’cause a new video’s on the way
No breaks for me, no vacats for me
I advance every minute, boy, I live it
Why start shit you don’t finish?

[Chorus: T.Shirt]
I want the top
All my people right there at the back of the spot
I need the top
If you know me, you don’t know me to stop
I need the top
All my people there, back at the spot
Let up the shots
Yeah

[Verse 2: T.Shirt]
Drinks on chill, got drinks on chill
Lights get dim and I think I will
I work so hard that I think I will
Yeah, had a long week, bitch, how you think I feel?
History favors the bold, dawg
Wrote something, make sure my story gets told
Make sure our story gets told
The night’s forever young, it’s us that gets old

[Refrain: T.Shirt]
All that I want in this life is the chance to do my thing
Yeah

[Chorus: T.Shirt]
I want the top
All my people right there at the back of the spot
I need the top
If you know me, you don’t know me to stop
I need the top
All my people there, back at the spot
Let up the shots
Yeah
I want the top, top, top, top, top
All my people right there at the back of the spot
I need the top, top, top, top, top
If you know me, you don’t know me to stop
I need the top, top, top, top, top
All my people there, back at the spot
Let up the shots
Yeah

[Instrumental Break]

[Chorus: T.Shirt]
Yeah
I want the top, top, top, top, top
All my people right there at the back of the spot
I need the top, top, top, top, top
If you know me, you don’t know me to stop
I need the top, top, top, top, top
All my people there, back at the spot
Let up the shots
Yeah
I want the top, top, top, top, top
All my people right there at the back of the spot
I need the top, top, top, top, top
If you know me, you don’t know me to stop
I need the top, top, top, top, top
All my people there, back at the spot
Let up the shots
Yeah

[Outro: T.Shirt]
Yeah
I feel what you got for me, world
Yeah
What you got, got, got, got?

Smokepurpp – Muddy Lyrics

[Intro: Smokepurpp]
When you hear that money counter, that’s Killa Slade in the back
Ffff beep!
Yuh! Esketit

[Hook: Smokepurpp]
My cup is soo muddy
My cup is soo muddy
My cup is soo muddy
My cup is soo muddy
My cup is soo muddy
My cup is soo muddy
My cup is soo muddy
My cup is soo muddy
My cup is soo muddy
My cup is soo muddy
My cup is soo muddy
My cup is soo muddy

[Verse 1: Smokepurpp]
My cup is soo muddy, goddammit
It’s me and Uncle, goddamnit
Got with your bitch and we smashin’
We makin’ an oreo sandwich
I blow up a nigga with toolies
His bitch the on the run she foolish
Goddamn I love fuckin’ these groupies
We goin’ it look like a (?)
100 round drum on my head
Pussy soo I might slip
Pussy soo wet it gon’ drip
Pussy soo wet I might lick
Codeine and sprite what I sip
She don’t get shit but this dick
I make her cum, make her flip
Samsung, it jump on hip
Bitch wanna rip on my bong
Bitch wanna sing all my songs

[Hook: Smokepurpp]
My cup is soo muddy
My cup is soo muddy
My cup is soo muddy
My cup is soo muddy
My cup is soo muddy
My cup is soo muddy
My cup is soo muddy
My cup is soo muddy
My cup is soo muddy
My cup is soo muddy
My cup is soo muddy
My cup is soo muddy

[Verse 2: Smokepurpp]
I just be smoking and I just be lurking
I cannot focus, you niggas are roses
You fake, niggas know I can’t relate
I want a .37, no 38
Everyone I know got a .40
I swear that these niggas don’t know me
I swear that these niggas don’t know me
I swear to God, dammit, these niggas so phony
Bitch, I’ma ball like Ginobli, I swear I be smokin’ on OG
When I pull up, fuck the police
And get the picture like Sony

Tee Grizzley – 2 Vaults Lyrics

[Intro: Tee Grizzley & Young Thug]
We got London on da Track
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
I need two vaults
With the two cars
What that coupe cost?
Get that tool off
What your jewels cost?
What that coupe cost?
I need two vaults
I’m the new Hulk

[Chorus: Tee Grizzley]
Too much money, I need like two vaults (I need two)
Stacks big and green, I call my pockets the new Hulk
We don’t pay attention to no loose talk
Shoot that choppa hundred times, I had to let it cool off
Diamonds dancin’ on me, doin’ the moonwalk (drip)
Can’t wear my AP, I had to let it cool off (drip)
Almost died from pneumonia, had to take my jewels off
We don’t argue with these niggas, we just let them tools talk

[Verse 1: Tee Grizzley]
Hit your bitch and give her back, now she yours again (she yours)
Back to back in them Ferraris, we stay horseplayin’ (skrrt)
Run up on us and the morgue gon’ have corpses in
Harvard student doin’ my taxes, I got dork friends
I put rings on them hundreds, bitch, I married them (bitch, I married them)
You see my niggas, money and ice everywhere on them (that shit everywhere)
And we fuck each other’s hoes ’cause we don’t cherish them (that’s a fact)
But we gon’ leak out that info, we can’t embarrass them (we got y’all covered)
Can’t leave the country, but I got my beat from London (got my beat from London)
These niggas talk but see me out and ain’t on nothin’ (ain’t on shit)
I’m in the stu, I need a Perc’, go get the runner
You got shooters, I got hunters, you got twenties, I got hundreds, nigga

[Chorus: Tee Grizzley]
Too much money, I need like two vaults (I need two)
Stacks big and green, I call my pockets the new Hulk
We don’t pay attention to no loose talk
Shoot that choppa hundred times, I had to let it cool off
Diamonds dancin’ on me, doin’ the moonwalk (drip)
Can’t wear my AP, I had to let it cool off (drip)
Almost died from pneumonia, had to take my jewels off
We don’t argue with these niggas, we just let them tools talk

[Verse 2: Tee Grizzley]
Wire 200 to Izzy, get my ice here (overnight)
These niggas plastic, y’all as real as Buzz Lightyear
Nigga say he got that dope, then what the price is? (What the price is?)
I don’t drink, but it’s for sale, we got pints in (we got pints in)
We got Tech in (we got Tech), we got Act’ in (we got Act’)
.45 bullets jammed in that MAC-10
They don’t check none of the artists, so I’m packin’
It’s a problem, then you’ll see me get crackin’ (shoot somethin’)
Addy 212, bitch, what’s brackin’ (what’s good?)
I might be in the Escalade but I ain’t lackin’ (know it’s on me)
Put that bag on you, act like I don’t know what happened (damn, straight up)
I hear the story, be like, “Damn, that was tragic” (That’s fucked up)

[Chorus: Tee Grizzley]
Too much money, I need like two vaults (I need two)
Stacks big and green, I call my pockets the new Hulk
We don’t pay attention to no loose talk
Shoot that choppa hundred times, I had to let it cool off
Diamonds dancin’ on me, doin’ the moonwalk (drip)
Can’t wear my AP, I had to let it cool off (drip)
Almost died from pneumonia, had to take my jewels off
We don’t argue with these niggas, we just let them tools talk

[Verse 3: Lil Yachty]
Yeah, yeah, Lil Boat, ayy
I’m still under 21, so I can’t cop a pistol (yeah)
But them choppas in my name and they can’t wait to hit you
Crib came with a court and some legal fishes (yeah)
Carrot cake around my neck, VS1 the crystals
Extended magazines (damn), chauffeured limosines (damn)
Before I dropped out, I fucked the daughter of the dean (I did)
65 thousand dollars in a nigga’s jeans
Ball like Sefolosha (yeah), skrrt the Testarosa (yeah)
Nigga all about the guap like a stock broker (yeah)
Brother with me and he shootin’, no damn focus
Every bitch I ever fucked with was mad older (for real)
Had to keep this shit player like the OG Yoda, Lil Boat

[Chorus: Tee Grizzley]
Too much money, I need like two vaults (I need two)
Stacks big and green, I call my pockets the new Hulk
We don’t pay attention to no loose talk
Shoot that choppa hundred times, I had to let it cool off
Diamonds dancin’ on me, doin’ the moonwalk (drip)
Can’t wear my AP, I had to let it cool off (drip)
Almost died from pneumonia, had to take my jewels off
We don’t argue with these niggas, we just let them tools talk

Scarlxrd – SUNDAY AFTERNXXN. Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Why you mad? Why you hurt?
Overthinking shit non-stop
Head down, make it work
All this thinking got me on one
I’ve been drinking on my own
All this liquor got me fucked up
I like to kick it alone
If you leave me no love lost
Laugh at the sight at my paper overflowing
Takes me back to the time I believed when I was chosen
For these plans in my life, let them talk shit they don’t know us
I just let the past die I get racks and then I blow it, yeah, haha
Lately I’m thinking too far
Should realise I’m a star
No one can fuck with my heart
Let alone tell me about art
‘Bout to be bigger than y’all
I’ll let my salary talk
Been my own light in the dark
Keeping my fingertips sharp
Wake up I’m way up I stay there
My state and my actions still set me afar from the bar
Fuck it, I’m raising the bar
You can not chin up to levels above
Typically actions will tear me apart
Better be saving those racks that you got
Put my best forward on this ground that isn’t solid
I’ve been getting used to all the shit that used to make me vomit
Tried to get ahead with fortune, yah
Otherwise, life gets boring, yah
You’re following sheep to the slaughterhouse
Now you can’t say I ain’t warn you
Time is still ticking it’s daunting
Play this shit loud in my coffin
I told you no bitches can cuff me
I hate the way you be talking

[Verse 2]
On my selfish shit
Swim alone, I’m drowning rich
Forward with the facts
Don’t turn back, you’ll regret that shit
On my selfish shit
Swim alone, I’m drowning rich
Forward with the facts
Don’t turn back, you’ll regret that shit
On my selfish shit
Swim alone, I’m drowning rich
Forward with the facts
Don’t turn back, you’ll regret that shit
On my selfish shit
Swim alone, I’m drowning rich
Forward with the facts
Don’t turn back
Bitch, we know that you’re evil
Evil, envy, envy
Leave me alone, hell is my home
I told you fuck off, you’re leaching my soul, lose all control
Why ask me questions that make me ask questions I already know?