MARIAH CAREY – I Don’t lyrics

Somewhere in another life
We stole a moment in time
Gave you everything that you needed
I was even down to repeat it
Said you would always be mine
Fed me nothing but lies
I was so done, I admit it
Happy messed up for a minute
But I’m tired of cryin’, no more tears
Pity party
Another year
Cold at night cause you’re not here
Leaving you was my worst fear
I was caught up, I was [?]
You kept playin’ with my…mind
Told you I’m finished, [?]
Rear view, bye

Cause when you love someone
You just don’t treat them bad
You messed up all we had
Probably think I’m coming back
But I don’t, I don’t

[?] could trust you
See, I used to love you
I don’t I don’t

Nasty_C – Intro Lyrics

[Hook]
Wait a minute
Hold up, brake pads
Smoking on that loud
And all that loud is loud enough to break glass
Smoke at registration
Probably sober at 8th class
Middle finger to my opposition and your hating ass

[Verse 1]
I say
Fuck what’s in your pockets
That shit don’t define me
I am far from human, stupid Google can’t describe me
I’m probably the realest here
But y’all rap niggas ain’t hearing that
But if you drop this here – you might fuck around and get an ear tan hoe
Where you heard that?
No nobody said it
I’m the type of nigga get drove by the chemist
So angelic but the soul kinda hellish
So dope with the freestyle – low I can sell it
And my hand on the mic like feel Jackson
Beat it up nah Phil like Blacksun
Fuck high school, I mean it fuck high school
With a gold chain on screaming, “No Flex Zone”
I met a girl named Sam (girl named Sam)
And I fell inlove with a girl named Sam
Yeah I had to rub it in like bird mans hands
One hunnid, high life, stay puffing, dry ice
And it don’t love it, they can die twice
I’ve seen the afterlife
I took a peak shit still don’t change
Y’all still got a penis appetite
Bitch nigga, you ain’t acting right
You ain’t rapping right?
And peer pressure almost had a young nigga straight blasting pipes
You gotta know which hand can’t take the strife
To make a sacrifice
My nigga you can’t practice life
I’m Price City Tom even said it
My whole life rests in the palms of the fetish
Grab it it out the hat, magic shit
Dab it out the ass for this rapping shit
And then write a rhyme instead of studying for my exam shit
Dumb nigga, dumb nigga

Lorde – Tennis Court (Flume Remix) Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Don’t you think that it’s boring how people talk?
Making smart with their words again, well I’m bored (well I’m bored, well I’m bored, well I’m bored, well I’m bored)
Because I’m doing this for the thrill of it, killin’ it
Never not chasing a million things I want (things I want, things I want, things I want)
And I am only as young as the minute is, full of it
Getting pumped up from the little bright things I bought (things I bought, things I bought)
But I know they’ll never own me

[Beat Drop]

[Interlude]
And talk it up like yeah
Yeah
And talk it up like yeah

[Bridge]
It looked alright in the pictures
Getting caught’s half of the trip though, isn’t it?
I fall apart, with all my heart
And you can watch from your window

[Beat Drop]

[Interlude]
And talk it up like yeah
And talk it up like yeah

[Verse 2]
Pretty soon, I’ll be getting on my first plane
I’ll see the veins of my city like they do in space
But my head’s filling up fast with the wicked games, up in flames
How can I fuck with the fun again, when I’m known? (when I’m known, when I’m known, when)
And my boys trip me up with their heads again, loving them
Everything’s cool when we’re all in line, for the throne
But I know they’ll never own me

[Chorus]
Baby, be the class clown, I’ll be the beauty queen in tears
It’s a new art form showing people how little we care (yeah)
We’re so happy, even when we’re smilin’ out of fear
Let’s go down to the tennis court, and talk it up like yeah (yeah)
And talk it up like yeah (yeah)
And talk it up like yeah (yeah)
Let’s go down to the tennis court, and talk it up like yeah (yeah)
And talk it up like yeah (yeah)
And talk it up like yeah (yeah)
Let’s go down to the tennis court, and talk it up like yeah (yeah)

[Beat Drop]

[Outro]
Yeah

Blackbear – Make daddy proud Lyrics

[Verse 1]
What is it with you
You never sleep alone girl
You won’t listen to me
Won’t listen to your home girls
You don’t need a man
You say that shit but I see right through, right through

What is it with you
Constantly fighting me and lying to me
Tryin’ me
One of these days I’ll be done
What is it with you
You haven’t been the same since you got a new man
Change your hair

[Hook]
Started spending all of his money
Tell me how’d you get so codependent girl
All of his money
Justify your independence girl
Tell me how do you cope with it
How do you sleep with yourself at night
How do you cope with it
How do you sleep with yourself at night

[Chorus]
Proud of you
Proud of you
Go head girl make daddy proud of you
Spending his money
Proud of you
Proud of you
Go shawty make daddy proud of you
Spending his money

[Verse 2]
Tell me what is it with you
Everything disposable
You don’t listen to
Deadroses its trap soul and Views now
You never come and see me no more
You never hit me back
Scared to make your daddy mad
That’s for sure
You never came to the crib to get your Jimmy Choo’s

[Hook]
Started spending all his money
Tell me how’d you get so codependent girl
All of his money
Justify your independence girl
Tell me how do you cope with it
How do you sleep with yourself at night
How do you cope with it
How do you sleep with yourself at night

[Chorus (x2)]
Proud of you
Proud of you
Go head girl make daddy proud of you
Spending his money
Proud of you
Proud of you
Go shawty make daddy proud of you
Spending his money

[Verse 3]
What is it with you
You never sleep alone girl
You won’t listen to me
Won’t listen to your home girls
You don’t need a man
You say that shit but I see right through, right through

What is it with you
Constantly fighting me and lying to me
Tryin’ me
One of these days I’ll be done
What is it with you
You haven’t been the same since you got a new man
Change your hair
Started spending all of his money

Vybz Kartel – All Out Lyrics

[Intro]
As me put it in she start bawl out…
Uh! Uh!
Weh you a do so for? Stop your bawling!
Baby…
Remember a you tell me you waan fuck ’til a morning
Ready now

[Chorus]
You say you waan fuck
Shut up your mouth and take fuck
Love gwan like your a bull buck
And a give me tough chat say, me cyan fuck
Mi cocky a go all out
So your pussy get sort out
Mi cocky a go all out
So me fuck you, make you bawl out

[Verse 1]
Hold on now
Cocky deh yah fi your pussy merkel
So mi slap up your batty jaw ’til it purple
Pon your nipple dem a weh mi tongue a circle
Bet you say your pussy’s wetter than a shower curtain
A regular you look pon mi picture and cum
So you bring the pussy fi me fuck it inna person
Tough inna belly, make your bladder burst and
A so me tell you say me do the work, now you’re certain
Awoh

[Chorus]
You say you waan fuck
Shut up your mouth and take fuck
Love gwan like your a bull buck
And a give me tough chat say, me cyan fuck
Mi cocky a go all out
So your pussy get sort out
Mi cocky a go all out
So me fuck you, make you bawl out

[Verse 2]
You better open your pussy quicker than a handbag
Make..da bend cocky yah bust your glad bag
Kneel down, like a prayer service fi thank God
Gyal a say, “Addi, mi never a so you tan bad”
Gyal, do wha’ you waan do, a your prerogative
If you a blow pon cocky, gyal it’s not a bad job
Please your man ’cause you love your man bad
Tired him out with your pussy standard
A-awoh!

[Chorus]
You say you waan fuck
Shut up your mouth and take fuck
Love gwan like your a bull buck
And a give me tough chat say, me cyan fuck
Mi cocky a go all out
So your pussy get sort out
Mi cocky a go all out
So me fuck you, make you bawl out

[Intro]
Uh! Uh!
Weh you a do so for? Stop your bawling!
Baby…
Remember a you tell me you waan fuck ’til a morning
Ready now

[Chorus]
You say you waan fuck
Shut up your mouth and take fuck
Love gwan like your a bull buck
And a give me tough chat say, me cyan fuck
Mi cocky a go all out
So your pussy get sort out
Mi cocky a go all out
So me fuck you, make you bawl out

[Verse 1]
Hold on now
Cocky deh yah fi your pussy merkel
So mi slap up your batty jaw ’til it purple
Pon your nipple dem a weh mi tongue a circle
Bet you say your pussy’s wetter than a shower curtain
A regular you look pon mi picture and cum
So you bring the pussy fi me fuck it inna person
Tough inna belly, make your bladder burst and
A so me tell you say me do the work, now you’re certain
Awoh

[Chorus]
You say you waan fuck
Shut up your mouth and take fuck
Love gwan like your a bull buck
And a give me tough chat say, me cyan fuck
Mi cocky a go all out
So your pussy get sort out
Mi cocky a go all out
So me fuck you, make you bawl out

[Verse 2]
You better open your pussy quicker than a handbag
Make..da bend cocky yah bust your glad bag
Kneel down, like a prayer service fi thank God
Gyal a say, “Addi, mi never a so you tan bad”
Gyal, do wha’ you waan do, a your prerogative
If you a blow pon cocky, gyal it’s not a bad job
Please your man ’cause you love your man bad
Tired him out with your pussy standard
A-awoh!

[Chorus]
You say you waan fuck
Shut up your mouth and take fuck
Love gwan like your a bull buck
And a give me tough chat say, me cyan fuck
Mi cocky a go all out
So your pussy get sort out
Mi cocky a go all out
So me fuck you, make you bawl out

Ed Sheeran – Shape Of You

[Verse 1]
The club isn’t the best place to find a lover
So the bar is where I go
Me and my friends at the table doing shots
Drinking faster and then we talk slow
Come over and start up a conversation with just me
And trust me I’ll give it a chance now
Take my hand, stop
Put Van The Man on the jukebox
And then we start to dance
And now I’m singing like

[Pre-Chorus]
Girl, you know I want your love
Your love was handmade for somebody like me
Come on now, follow my lead
I may be crazy, don’t mind me
Say, boy, let’s not talk too much
Grab on my waist and put that body on me
Come on now, follow my lead
Come, come on now, follow my lead

[Chorus]
I’m in love with the shape of you
We push and pull like a magnet do
Although my heart is falling too
I’m in love with your body
And last night you were in my room
And now my bedsheets smell like you
Every day discovering something brand new
I’m in love with your body
Oh—i—oh—i—oh—i—oh—i
I’m in love with your body
Oh—i—oh—i—oh—i—oh—i
I’m in love with your body
Oh—i—oh—i—oh—i—oh—i
I’m in love with your body
Every day discovering something brand new
I’m in love with the shape of you

[Verse 2]
One week in we let the story begin
We’re going out on our first date
You and me are thrifty
So go all you can eat
Fill up your bag and I fill up a plate
We talk for hours and hours about the sweet and the sour
And how your family is doing okay
Leave and get in a taxi, then kiss in the backseat
Tell the driver make the radio play
And I’m singing like

[Pre-Chorus]
Girl, you know I want your love
Your love was handmade for somebody like me
Come on now, follow my lead
I may be crazy, don’t mind me
Say, boy, let’s not talk too much
Grab on my waist and put that body on me
Come on now, follow my lead
Come, come on now, follow my lead

[Chorus]
I’m in love with the shape of you
We push and pull like a magnet do
Although my heart is falling too
I’m in love with your body
And last night you were in my room
And now my bedsheets smell like you
Every day discovering something brand new
I’m in love with your body
Oh—i—oh—i—oh—i—oh—i
I’m in love with your body
Oh—i—oh—i—oh—i—oh—i
I’m in love with your body
Oh—i—oh—i—oh—i—oh—i
I’m in love with your body
Every day discovering something brand new
I’m in love with the shape of you

[Bridge]
Come on, be my baby, come on
Come on, be my baby, come on
Come on, be my baby, come on
Come on, be my baby, come on
Come on, be my baby, come on
Come on, be my baby, come on
Come on, be my baby, come on
Come on, be my baby, come on

[Chorus]
I’m in love with the shape of you
We push and pull like a magnet do
Although my heart is falling too
I’m in love with your body
Last night you were in my room
And now my bedsheets smell like you
Every day discovering something brand new
I’m in love with your body
Come on, be my baby, come on
Come on, be my baby, come on
I’m in love with your body
Come on, be my baby, come on
Come on, be my baby, come on
I’m in love with your body
Come on, be my baby, come on
Come on, be my baby, come on
I’m in love with your body
Every day discovering something brand new
I’m in love with the shape of you

Migos – Kelly Price (feat. Travis Scott)

[Hook: Offset]
Bentley truck, yeah, that’s my choice of ride (skrrt skrrt)
Always keep some bitches on the side, yeah yeah
Don’t stand too close, my diamonds gonna bite
I get drugs for the right price, yeah yeah (drugs)
She gon’ eat this molly like it’s rice (eat it up)
I’ma let that lean flow through my ice (lean lean)
Said she never had a Migo night
I’ma make her sing like Kelly Price (sing!)

[Verse 1: Offset]
My ice, Klondike, ride around, dope ride
Ride around, get right, get rich, good night (oeh)
Good night (good night)
My bitch (bitch) for real, she honest, won’t tell
Popeye’s, oatmeals, Popeye’s ain’t no meal (ay)
She gon’ kill (pew pew pew pew pew pew) yeah

[Verse 2: Quavo]
I go through all the cities (yeah)
I’m on a mile a minute
I go a mile a minute (skrrt)
You wanna play violent, let’s get it (yeah)
Take me back to the old days
Take me back to my old ways
Lifestyle, yeah the gang way
Way before they called me Sensei
Get robbed in the driveway
Bad bitches, they was not here
You were prolly watching Garfield (hey)
Tunnel vision and nothin’ else
Kick door, that’s on our face (door)
I done walk in the hallway
Basketball then gunplay (prrr)
Young niggas didn’t graduate
You probably think I couldn’t make it (I made it)
It’s all good God saved me (God)
Now I’m doin’ what I wanna
Bentley truck bent the corner (skrrt skrrt, skrrt, skrrt skrrt)
Niggas bite like piranhas (bite)
If I gotta put the bag on ’em
I’ma pay ’em all hundreds

[Hook: Offset]
Bentley truck, yeah, that’s my choice of ride (choice of ride, yeah)
Always keep some bitches on the side, yeah yeah
Don’t stand too close, my diamonds gonna bite (gonna bite ya)
I get drugs for the right price, yeah yeah
She gon’ eat this molly like it’s rice
I’ma let that lean flow through my ice
Said she never had a Migo night
I’ma make her sing like Kelly Price (sing!)

[Verse 3: Travis Scott]
Flash, dash (Straight up!)
Treat the Bentley truck like a Jag
Got the red and blues on my ass
Got lethal narcs, lethal darts
My bitch got lethal parts, a lethal heart
All my furniture same color, molly tan
You wanna go to heaven, grab my hand (Grab my hand)
She gon’ suck me dry until we land (yeah!)
I’ma call on squad like what’s the plans? (it’s lit!)
We been rockin’, geekin’, goin’ all night (skrt skrt)
Treat my Lambo like a Fisher Price, yeah yeah
I can never let her spend the night
Woke up, cocaine all in my hair, thought it was lice, yeah yeah
(Straight up!)

[Hook: Offset]
Bentley truck, yeah that’s my choice of ride (choice of ride yeah)
Always keep some bitches on the side, yeah yeah (yeah)
Don’t stand too close, my diamonds gonna bite (gonna bite ya)
I get drugs for the right price, yeah yeah (drugs)
She gon’ eat this molly like it’s rice
I’ma let that lean flow through my ice
Said she never had a Migo night
I’ma make her sing like Kelly Price (sing!)

[Verse 4: Takeoff]
No key push button auto, start my ride (ride)
Two piece chicken wing without the fries (fries)
If I pop the seal and drink it you gon’ drive (drive)
If you let me in and I like, I change your life (change)
Back it up, back it up, back it up alright (right)
We go try something different just for tonight (try)
Tear the tab and I paid the price (price)
Just take me there I might roll the dice (ah)
With a blindfold I could still whip up a pie (pie)
Never leave and go nowhere without the fire (prrr)
If you cashed out on that Bentley Truck say "I" (I)
Plus another car that’s on my eye

[Hook: Offset]
Bentley truck, yeah that’s my choice of ride (choice of ride yeah)
Always keep some bitches on the side, yeah yeah (yeah)
Don’t stand too close, my diamonds gonna bite (gonna bite ya)
I get drugs for the right price, yeah yeah (drugs)
She gon’ eat this molly like it’s rice
I’ma let that lean flow through my ice
Said she never had a Migo night
I’ma make her sing like Kelly Price

[Outro: Quavo + Travis Scott]
My choice of ride (My choice of ride)
My choice of ride (My choice of ride)
Yeah yeah
She gon’ eat this molly like it’s rice, yeah
I’ma make her sing, sing like Kelly Price yeah (whooo)
I just can’t understand her, understand
I just can’t understand, understand
She drive, I drive hours, I drive for you
I black out, I black out too

Fetty Wap – Island Boy

[Intro: DJ Big L & Fetty Wap]
Niggas can’t fucking stop us
ZooGang
Zoovie, Zoovie
Let’s go!

[Hook: Fetty Wap]
Yeah, what’s the difference between us? We real rich, yeah
Gun license for the crew, I let ’em drill shit, yeah
Only hoes love to argue, you ain’t real, bitch, yeah
RGF, the island boys, get it real quick, yeah
What’s the difference between us? We real rich, yeah
Gun license for the crew, I let ’em drill shit, yeah
Only hoes love to argue, you ain’t real, bitch, yeah
RGF, them island boys, get it real quick, yeah

[Verse 1: Fetty Wap]
Bet your poppa [?] I got bands [?]
I was in the trap, sellin’ crack for my ten to fo’
Coming [?] with the guap, rocking Timberland
In my old days, kept a Glock, snatching Benjamins
I was on the porch, waiting for the mailman, yeah
Knew I had that pack soon as that mail came, yeah
I was getting birds straight from the China man, yeah
Pop one of these triggers, feel like you in China, man, yeah
Now I’m doing shows, getting paid for some true shit
Dropped "Trap Queen" then we got the whole crew lit
RGF the island, taking pictures on a cruise ship
Only bad bitches who done Zoovie love to cruise with, Wap!

[Hook: Fetty Wap]
What’s the difference between us? We real rich, yeah
Gun license for the crew, I let ’em drill shit, yeah
Only hoes love to argue, you ain’t real, bitch, yeah
RGF, the island boys, get it real quick, yeah
What’s the difference between us? We real rich, yeah
Gun license for the crew, I let ’em drill shit, yeah
Only hoes love to argue, you ain’t real, bitch, yeah
RGF, them island boys, get it real quick, yeah

[Verse 2: Drebo]
Chains on a lil nigga, pipes on, lil trap
This your bitch theme song, nigga, tell your nigga, "Get back"
She said she love the squeezy, baby, these fuck niggas hate me
We pulling up crazy, these Percs got me lazy, damn
I fell in love with these Balmains, got Ramen jeans in my shit
Ben Franklins stay on me, that’s hella blues in my grip
Yeah, I got a bad bitch with a fat ass, she still sucking my dick
And we rolling ’round, we running ’round, we still stay with that clip
All this ice all on my neck, young nigga gon’ flex
Ain’t got Nikes on, these Balenciagas, but I’m still getting that check
I swear a young nigga so blessed, I’m gettin’ money fuck stress
Solid nigga, no vest, you broke niggas, no set, Squeezy

[Hook: Fetty Wap]
What’s the difference between us? We real rich, yeah
Gun license for the crew, I let ’em drill shit, yeah
Only hoes love to argue, you ain’t real, bitch, yeah
RGF, the island boys, get it real quick, yeah
What’s the difference between us? We real rich, yeah
Gun license for the crew, I let ’em drill shit, yeah
Only hoes love to argue, you ain’t real, bitch, yeah
RGF, them island boys, get it real quick, yeah

[Verse 3: Monty]
1738, them niggas still lit
That’s that shit my haters gotta deal with
Bad, pretty, yo, I’ma chill with
Everybody dead, hit the kill switch
Boy, don’t get your wheels hit, riding with the Draco
Catch him then it’s case closed, fuck niggas, we hate those
Lots and lots of bank rolls, that means that I’m real rich
I heard that’s your main ho and she let me still hit
Said she want to cool with
Every time she call me up, pick up and be like, "Who dis?"
Monty getting money so I guess he on his new shit
Cool shit, mixing 17 with the D’ussé, D’ussé, damn

[Hook: Fetty Wap]
What’s the difference between us? We real rich, yeah
Gun license for the crew, I let ’em drill shit, yeah
Only hoes love to argue, you ain’t real, bitch, yeah
RGF, the island boys, get it real quick, yeah
What’s the difference between us? We real rich, yeah
Gun license for the crew, I let ’em drill shit, yeah
Only hoes love to argue, you ain’t real, bitch, yeah
RGF, them island boys, get it real quick, yeah

[Outro: Fetty Wap]
RGF, them island boys, get it real quick, yeah
RGF, them island boys, get it real quick, yeah

Ai Otsuka – Amaenbo

kisetsu no kawarime ga kite
sukoshi hadazamuku natte
bukabuka no anata no SHATSU kite
kenka suru tabi hitori de daijoubu to
tsuyogaru atashi wa nandaka kawaisou

donna uwagi yori mo
anata ga ichiban attakai yo

zutto sagashiteta okkikute yasurageru
ai ni tsutsumareteru anata no ude no naka
motto tsuyoku dakishimete mou hanasanaide
sunao ja nai atashi wa
doushiyou mo naku ima amaenbo

itsumo soba ni ireru wake ja nai kara
aeta toki wa hoo akarameru
DOKI tto suru anata no shigusa ni
nandaka maiagatte shimau
zurui yo.

shiawase da naa tte koto
wasurenai yo, wasurenai

zutto akogareteta kawaiku naritakute
anata no mae de motto
kawaii atashi ni naritai
bukiyou dakedo atashi ga shitakatta koto
gyutto shigamitsuite
atashi anata ni amaenbo

zutto sagashiteta okkikute yasurageru
ai ni tsutsumareteru anata no ude no naka
motto tsuyoku dakishimete mou hanasanai
sunao ja nai atashi wa
doushiyou mo naku
doushiyou mo naku
ima amaenbo

Eminem – Lose Yourself

Look, if you had one shot, or one opportunity
To seize everything you ever wanted-One moment
Would you capture it or just let it slip?

His palms are sweaty, knees weak, arms are heavy,
There’s vomit on his sweater already, mom’s spaghetti,
He’s nervous, but on the surface he looks calm and ready,
To drop bombs, but he keeps on forgetting,
What he wrote down, the whole crowd goes so loud,
He opens his mouth, but the words won’t come out
He’s choking how, everybody’s joking now
The clock’s run out, time’s up over, blaow!
Snaps back to reality, ope! There goes gravity,
Oh, there goes Rabbit, he choked,
He’s so mad, but he won’t give up that easy,
No, he won’t have it, he knows his whole back’s to these ropes,
It don’t matter, he’s dope,
He knows that, but he’s broke,
He’s so stagnant that he knows,
When he goes back to his mobile home, that’s when it’s,
Back to the lab again yo,
This this whole rhapsody,
He better go capture this moment and hope it don’t pass him.

[Hook]
You better lose yourself in the music, the moment,
You own it, you better never let it go,
You only get one shot, do not miss your chance to blow,
This opportunity comes once in a lifetime, yo!

The soul’s escaping, through this hole that it’s gaping,
This world is mine for the taking,
Make me king, as we move toward a new world order,
A normal life is boring, but superstardom’s
Close to post mortem it only grows harder, only grows hotter,
He blows us all over, these hoes is all on him
Coast to coast shows, he’s know as the globetrotter,
Lonely roads, God only knows,
He’s grown farther from home, he’s no father,
He goes home and barely knows his own daughter,
But hold your nose ’cause here goes the cold water,
His hoes don’t want him no more, he’s cold product,
They moved on to the next schmoe who flows,
He nose dove and sold nada,
So the soap opera is told and unfolds,
I suppose it’s old partner but the beat goes on,
Da da dum da dum da da

[Hook]
You better lose yourself in the music, the moment,
You own it, you better never let it go,
You only get one shot, do not miss your chance to blow,
This opportunity comes once in a lifetime, yo!

No more games, I’ma change what you call rage,
Tear this motherfucking roof off like 2 dogs caged.
I was playing in the beginning, the mood all changed,
I been chewed up and spit out and booed off stage,
But I kept rhyming and step right in the next cipher,
Best believe somebody’s paying the pied piper,
All the pain inside amplified by the fact,
That I can’t get by with my 9 to 5,
And I can’t provide the right type of life for my family,
Cause man, these goddam food stamps don’t buy diapers,
And it’s no movie, there’s no Mekhi Phifer, this is my life,
And these times are so hard and it’s getting even harder,
Trying to feed and water my seed, plus,
Teeter totter caught up between being a father and a prima donna,
Baby mama drama’s screaming on and,
Too much for me to wanna,
Stay in one spot, another day of monotony,
Has gotten me to the point, I’m like a snail,
I’ve got to formulate a plot or I end up in jail or shot,
Success is my only motherfucking option, failure’s not,
Mom, I love you, but this trailer’s got to go,
I cannot grow old in Salem’s lot,
So here I go it’s my shot,
Feet fail me not cause maybe the only opportunity that I got!

[Hook]
You better lose yourself in the music, the moment,
You own it, you better never let it go,
You only get one shot, do not miss your chance to blow,
This opportunity comes once in a lifetime, yo!

You can do anything you set your mind to, man

Chief Keef – So Tree (Two Zero One Seven Deluxe Album)

[Hook]
I remember when the big homies used to shit on me
Pull up in that mothafucka with the sticks, homie
Cash fallin’ out my pants ’cause the stick on me
Hand me the repellent ’cause this nigga bitch on me
Remember when I got OG’d by the OGs
Nigga, you can stop actin’ like you know me
If I fuck a nigga bitch, I’ma do it lowkey
Pullin’ out big bucks ’cause I’m So Tree

[Verse 1]
I’m checkin’ the mail, I’m weighin’ the scale, I’m buyin’ the bail
Smokin’ on dope ’til my mind is dull
Nigga like me gon’ find a way
Jeans like this, you only find in Paris
Me and cash got some kind of marriage
I got too many diamond pendants
All this ice, I’m divin’ in it
Brand new truck, I’m ridin’ in it
Me and the gang I’m slidin’ in it
LV’s all on my denim
Wrist got big diamonds in ’em
Shades got them M’s on ’em
Pockets got them bands on ’em
.40 got a fan on it
Accounts, I put bands on it
Payed 6 bands for this Fendi
I get jiggy I get jiggy
Up this .223, I don’t trust you, y’all look iffy
I got a 100 in this choppa since it’s just 2, y’all get 50
Dream chasing like Meek Milly
Ridin’ with a 50 up yo city, let’s get it

[Hook]
I remember when the big homies used to shit on me
Pull up in that mothafucka with the sticks, homie
Cash fallin’ out my pants ’cause the stick on me
Hand me the repellent ’cause this nigga bitch on me
Remember when I got OG’d by the OGs
Nigga, you can stop actin’ like you know me
If I fuck a nigga bitch, I’ma do it lowkey
Pullin’ out big bucks ’cause I’m So Tree

[Verse 2]
Slick I’m tryna get 20 bathrooms
Need a beach house down in Cancun
I got a view of the stars and the moon
All this marble on the ground, grab a broom
Outside white, red seats in the coupe
Cameras all around it, I can see what you do
24’s on it, I can ride through the snow
Cops on my ass, now I’m ridin’ real slow
Got one cousin missin’, all he know is sell dope
He don’t even care about the tourin’ and the shows
He don’t even wanna fuck the bitches and the hoes
Every time I visit, he in the kitchen with the stove

[Hook]
I remember when the big homies used to shit on me
Pull up in that mothafucka with the sticks, homie
Cash fallin’ out my pants ’cause the stick on me
Hand me the repellent ’cause this nigga bitch on me
Remember when I got OG’d by the OGs
Nigga, you can stop actin’ like you know me
If I fuck a nigga bitch, I’ma do it lowkey
Pullin’ out big bucks ’cause I’m So Tree

Chief Keef – Fix That (Two Zero One Seven Deluxe Album)

[Hook: Chief Keef]
I hit Saks, I spend racks
I spend stacks, I can get it back
Nigga, get back, I go click clack
Leave the pussy wet, don’t get bitch smacked
Ride down on ya, in the tic tac
And this designer on me, it’s fuckin’ mismatched
Grab a big mac, break your Kit Kat
All these tools on me, and I can fix that

[Verse 1: Chief Keef]
When I was up in rehab, I was smokin’ tooka dope
Aye boy what you smokin’ on? It’s probably some fookah dope
Buy a Gucci throw it on, 5000 for it, how you ain’t know?
Walk up in the Louis store, they know I got them big bankrolls
I am sippin’ purple drank, no girl, this is not yellow
No I do not know that hoe, she in Miami, I know
Now I’m somewhere in west coast, smokin’ on the best dope
Fat ass clipper in my chop, if you want a trim, let’s go
Ooh, I’m acting a fool, hoes say I’m rude
And some say I’m cute, and make me food
I’m up at Barney’s, don’t want no Louis
I want Balmain’s, I don’t want no shoes
So smooth, won’t catch me snooze
Ooh, my watch a fool
It’s fucked, them niggas bools
Is it false, and or is it true?

[Verse 2: Tadoe]
Y’all know how we bummin’ man
Fresh off of tourin’ man, back off of tourin’ man
Back at it 24-H 365 man
Walk up in Barney’s, can’t even decide, man
Balmain’s, no red bottoms
You hear me? Big bands, finesse y’all
You see us doin’ this shit nigga, ’cause we still doin’ this shit
Nigga, so was doin’ this shit ’cause we been doin’ this shit
Nigga, y’all know how the fuck we comin’, nigga
R.I.P. Blood nigga, R.I.P. Cap nigga
Sneak diss, catch a slug, nigga

[Verse 3: Chief Keef]
Put a nigga on a stretcher
Who is that though? Youngest flexer
Y’all got questions, I can’t answer
I’m a rich nigga, no time for dandruff
Dodgin’ Aiki, smokin’ dopey
She has the best head, she gets a trophy
Nigga, I’m 2-4, you do not know me
You are a peon, that’s what she told me

Chief Keef – Empty (Two Zero One Seven Deluxe Album)

[Hook]
I’m so motherfuckin’ true like I’m 2 Chainz
Ridin’ in that Mayweather with your boo thing
Every summer I pop up with some new chains
In these Balmains, filled with them blue things
And these hoes on my back like my Fendi
You niggas need to E.N.D. the envy
And the troopers stop my car just to frisk me
Big stash in it, they think that it’s empty

[Verse 1]
When a real nigga talkin’, please don’t speak
My watch tried to take your bitch from me
Dead ‘mens in my pockets, all hunnid
Bitch, I’m sippin’ right now, don’t even touch me
No, I’m not sippin’ slow
Just pass me the ball
I’ma pick and roll
I get that give and go
I’m out there gettin’ dough
Sosa what’s your goals? I don’t really know
But I know I want a new house, new shit, new money, new that
New this, new thot, new bitch
Every time I have mood switch
New Gucci, new Louis
New shirts, new pants, new kicks
New drink, new weed
I’m surrounded by a bunch of new shit

[Hook]
I’m so motherfuckin’ true like I’m 2 Chainz
Ridin’ in that Mayweather with your boo thing
Every summer I pop up with some new chains
In these Balmains, filled with them blue things
And these hoes on my back like my Fendi
You niggas need to E.N.D. the envy
And the troopers stop my car just to frisk me
Big stash in it, they think that it’s empty

[Verse 2]
Big stash pot in the car for a fuck nigga
Soon as I see you creepin’ up, I’ma bust, nigga
One thing about my pistol, we got lots of trust, nigga
He know he’s a throw-away and he don’t give a fuck, nigga
Don’t let my niggas catch you on that rough, nigga
All these waves, I feel like I’m Puff, nigga
At the top it’s just us, nigga
If you ain’t with us, we don’t really fuck with you
I’m countin’ cash on my ten fingers or my ten toes
When I wanna be low-key, I’m in that Land Rover
You can put me in detox, don’t think I’m stayin’ sober
Jump in front of this metro train, and get ran over

[Hook]
I’m so motherfuckin’ true like I’m 2 Chainz
Ridin’ in that Mayweather with your boo thing
Every summer I pop up with some new chains
In these Balmains, filled with them blue things
And these hoes on my back like my Fendi
You niggas need to E.N.D. the envy
And the troopers stop my car just to frisk me
Big stash in it, they think that it’s empty

Chief Keef – Reefah (Two Zero One Seven Deluxe Album)

[Hook]
When I look in the mirror, sometimes I see a demon
I’m gettin’ money, these niggas don’t know the meanin’
I just got to leanin’ ’cause I was double cup feenin’
Out there rockin’ the Glock, niggas bet’ not come in between it
When I was 16, I was on the front wit’ a nina
Up in the field while you was up in the bleachers
If I still went to Dyett, I would be fuckin’ the teachers
Pullin’ up on the ‘lam and smokin’ ounces of reefah

[Verse 1]
I’ma bring the guap and I’ma bring the hoes too
And I got my shooter, you can get your ass barbecued
Jump this motherfuck how deep, nigga how are you?
Ride on yo block lookin’ for you, nigga where are you?
You was lookin’ suspect, I ain’t want to harm you
Goin’ real fast, I can show you what the turn do
Yes I was wit’ yo bitch nigga, that don’t concern you
Steam out that choppa, gon’ fuck around and iron you
Came out the streets ,made it further than the block go
All my vatos countin’ guap, eatin’ nachos
Acting like you ride nigga ’til you hit a pothole
Fresh ass nigga I be flexing on ’em macho
K let off and it’s soundin’ like a congo
Go in my hood and it’s soundin’ like a jungle
Ain’t been back yet, I’m still runnin’ from the popo
This .45 got more kick than the .44

[Hook]
When I look in the mirror, sometimes I see a demon
I’m gettin’ money, these niggas don’t know the meanin’
I just got to leanin’ ’cause I was double cup feenin’
Out there rockin’ the Glock, niggas bet’ not come in between it
When I was 16, I was on the front wit’ a nina
Up in the field while you was up in the bleachers
If I still went to Dyett I would be fuckin’ the teachers
Pullin’ up on the ‘lam and smokin’ ounces of reefah

[Verse 2]
I’m sippin’ on water cooler like Kool-Aid
I love money like Jay love D’Ussé
Countin’ big bands like hip hip hooray
Hundreds in my pocket same color as a Blu-ray
Come get your fix, fuck around, be too late
Drank that you’re sippin’ fuck around, be bool aid
Chains on me look just like ice age
I got more pints than they carry at Rite Aid
Keep sneak dissin’ boy, you don’t wanna fight me
Got Tina on me and I beat it like Ike-y
When we let shots off, she was soundin’ feisty
Plottin’ on shit, she was soundin’ real heisty
Lazy ass nigga always worried ’bout what niggas do
When I up the heat, nigga duck ’cause I’m finna shoot
Fuck around and hurt nigga, have the shells endin’ you
If you get money, hit the lot ‘tell ’em Bentley you

[Hook]
When I look in the mirror, sometimes I see a demon
I’m gettin’ money, these niggas don’t know the meanin’
I just got to leanin’ ’cause I was double cup feenin’
Out there rockin’ the Glock, niggas bet’ not come in between it
When I was 16, I was on the front wit’ a nina
Up in the field while you was up in the bleachers
If I still went to Dyett, I would be fuckin’ the teachers
Pullin’ up on the ‘lam and smokin’ ounces of reefah

Chief Keef – Falling On The Floor (Two Zero One Seven Deluxe Album)

[Hook]
Pop tags, fuck hoes, rock shows
Dodgin’ hoes and I’m dodgin’ narcos
I’m in your city and I’ve got my pole
It’s a 50 bitch, call 5-0
Pint of the drink, got me movin’ slow
All this fuckin’ dope, all this fuckin’ smoke
I think that I’m Kobe how I’m ballin’ on a hoe
Hit the court, bitches fallin’ on the floor

[Verse 1]
Slam dunk, layup, pull up, three point, what up
Boy, you’re such a woulda coulda shoulda
Pull up on you in a what the uh uh
Rollin’ up a egg roll, do you want some?
Run down on you, time to make you fumble
Let off ten shots and I made you stumble
Got that Ric Flair, do you want to rumble?
I am Tarzan made it outta jungle
Now I’m feet up countin’ stupid paychecks
If you got a problem, nigga, say that
Sharper than an axe, cleaner than AJAX
Be worried about how many shots this K got

[Hook]
Pop tags, fuck hoes, rock shows
Dodgin’ hoes and I’m dodgin’ narcos
I’m in your city and I’ve got my pole
It’s a 50 bitch, call 5-0
Pint of the drink, got me movin’ slow
All this fuckin’ dope, all this fuckin’ smoke
I think that I’m Kobe how I’m ballin’ on a hoe
Hit the court, bitches fallin’ on the floor

[Verse 2]
Hey bitch, what’s your name?
Hit the party, yeah, the gang’s here
We finna leave, these niggas lame here
I’m finna hop up in a reindeer
I’m finna pick up all the slut hoes
I don’t really wanna fuck though
I kill you with my own hands
Fo’nem who want me to bust though
Bitch, I’m still with that street shit
Clip longer than a fuckin’ selfie stick
Be in your grass, yeah, I’m still on that creep shit
I’ll hop out in your hood and take a pee bitch
Let’s get it, catch up

[Hook]
Pop tags, fuck hoes, rock shows
Dodgin’ hoes and I’m dodgin’ narcos
I’m in your city and I’ve got my pole
It’s a 50 bitch, call 5-0
Pint of the drink, got me movin’ slow
All this fuckin’ dope, all this fuckin’ smoke
I think that I’m Kobe how I’m ballin’ on a hoe
Hit the court, bitches fallin’ on the floor

Chief Keef – Short (feat. Tadoe) (Two Zero One Seven Deluxe Album)

[Hook: Chief Keef]
I always wanted to be a rich nigga
Thug in me still travel with a stick, nigga
Bolts of the dope, get you fixed, nigga
Pull up in that Jet Li and make it kick niggas
Your bitch in love with a boss
I’m interceptin’ her, Randy Moss
Real niggas don’t pillow talk
Snitch niggas lifes on chalk

[Verse 1: Chief Keef]
I’m lookin’ for the dope man, tell him pull up on me
Ridin’ in that Ferrari, actin’ fuckin’ dorky
Big ass banana clip, actin’ fuckin’ monkey
The hollows in this .45 are chunky
Black chopper on me but the beam on it so red
Sell a hammer to a shark and some dope to a coke head
You were runnin’ around these streets, nigga, you were so scared
I got all my ice on, Kool-Aid, man, oh yeah
So wavy I can float boats, gettin’ off of dope smokes
You fake ass niggas, I can’t take this shit no more
I’m down like some Low Pros, cookin’ like it’s four stoves
Floyd Mayweather, chopper givin’ niggas low blow

[Hook: Chief Keef]
I always wanted to be a rich nigga
Thug in me still travel with a stick, nigga
Bolts of the dope, get you fixed, nigga
Pull up in that Jet Li and make it kick niggas
Your bitch in love with a boss
I’m interceptin’ her, Randy Moss
Real niggas don’t pillow talk
Snitch niggas lifes on chalk

[Verse 2: Tadoe]
Residue up in my nail, weigh that weight up by the scale
Send those packs out through the mail
Send them bags off through the mail
High as hell, so poured a 12, prayin’ I don’t go to jail
When them bitches fuckin’ land, I’ma cop a fucking Lam’
When I’m done with the grams, I might cop a AMG
That’s all money goin’, bitch, I got a tre on me
And we get ’em by the pint, I’ma pour a 8 at least
And we get ’em by the pint, I’ma pour a 8 at least

[Hook: Chief Keef]
I always wanted to be a rich nigga
Thug in me still travel with a stick, nigga
Bolts of the dope, get you fixed, nigga
Pull up in that Jet Li and make it kick niggas
Your bitch in love with a boss
I’m interceptin’ her, Randy Moss
Real niggas don’t pillow talk
Snitch niggas lifes on chalk

Chief Keef – Knock It Off (Two Zero One Seven Deluxe Album)

[Hook]
I had a .30 in my Hollister
Now I go with Gucci and I cop it all
Get out the way if you’re not involved
Do me a favor, knock it off
Bang, bang, bang

[Verse 1]
Dont approch me if it ain’t ’bout money
Boy you know how I’m comin’
No. I cannot pull up
She say I’m actin’ funny
Hop out, get bags of money
Rock out like Led Zep-pelin
Thot like, "What? You won’t do nothin’"
She let me fuck this mornin’
Went and picked up a bag
These niggas is stealin’ swag
I cannot fuck with you
If you don’t fuck with gang
Roll up and blow your brain
Roll up, it’s to the brain
Your life spent on my chain
She unbutton these Balmains
It’s 30 [?], them guys with me
We ’bout it, no Master P
Smokin’ this celery
Countin’ a salary
You did not ride with me
‘Cause you were doubtin’ me
You could’ve had your name on a Big Falcon tee

[Pre-Hook]
I’m swervin’, I’m not suburban
We ain’t worried, yeah, we searchin’
Don’t get nervous, eat this bird shit
We at it early, mac burnin’

[Hook]
I had a .30 in my Hollister
Now I go with Gucci and I cop it all
Get out the way if you’re not involved
Do me a favor, knock it off
Bang, bang, bang

[Verse 2]
You know I got them thousands
And they in my trousers
I’ll buy a bag of weed
With your allowance
Buy some kicks, it’s gon’ round me
To the nearest thousands
Too much damn dino juice
I’m feelin’ lousy
You like to copy
I have the hobbies
Don’t make me sign Turbo
On your autopsy
You’re with your possé
We got a shotty
I am with ISIS
You cannot stop me
With gang, I blow dope with them
We be like on folks and them
Sippin’ all this lean, baby
Can you tell me somethin’
Am I slurrin’?
Am I slurrin’?
Bitches say I look better in person

[Pre-Hook]
I’m swervin’, I’m not suburban
We ain’t worried, yeah, we searchin’
Don’t get nervous, eat this bird shit
We at it early, mac burnin’

[Hook]
I had a 30 in my Hollister
Now I go with Gucci and I cop it all
Get out the way if you’re not involved
Do me a favor, knock it off
Bang, bang, bang

[Verse 3]
I’m ridin’ with my soldiers
Fast roller coaster
If you don’t understand me
Blah, go the toaster
I’m hard on my motor
I am not a loafer
You don’t want no cancer
I keep the toaster
You know I got the piece
And a pound of weed
This weed ain’t got no seeds
Your bed ain’t got no freak
I just po’d up four threes
You’re runnin’ out of lean
I just wanna be on Forbes
I’m runnin’ out of dreams

[Pre-Hook]
I’m swervin’, I’m not suburban
We ain’t worried, yeah, we searchin’
Don’t get nervous, eat this bird shit
We at it early, mac burnin’

[Hook]
I had a .30 in my Hollister
Now I go with Gucci and I cop it all
Get out the way if you’re not involved
Do me a favor, knock it off
Bang, bang, bang

Chief Keef – Hit The Lotto (feat. Kash) (Two Zero One Seven Deluxe Album)

[Hook: Ka$h]
I get stacks, pockets fat
I’m Penny Proud, Kyla Pratt
Tic for tat, we back to back
I’m gettin’ chauffered around, and I’m relaxed (duh)
I hit the lotto, I hit the lotto, I hit the lotto, I hit the lotto
I hit the lotto, I hit the lotto, I hit the lotto, I hit the lotto

[Verse 1: Ka$h]
I’m in the Range, eatin’ snacks
I’m in the back, like Barack
Like Mrs. Michelle, I ring bells
These the new Jordan’s, can’t you tell?
Class in session, grab a chair
You made me flex, how do you dare
I’m with my girls, at a fair
Hit a duck, and won a bear
I need you to add this up, grab a calculator
Put her at the whip, Barbie bae, but I got more flavor
Get fly before you’re higher, super sharp like a taper
She don’t like me, I don’t blame her

[Hook: Ka$h]
I get stacks, pockets fat
I’m Penny Proud, Kyla Pratt
Tic for tat, we back to back
I’m gettin’ chauffered around, and I’m relaxed (duh)
I hit the lotto, I hit the lotto, I hit the lotto, I hit the lotto
I hit the lotto, I hit the lotto, I hit the lotto, I hit the lotto

[Verse 2: Chief Keef]
I’m Mr. Otto, I’m goin’ Pablo
I hits the models, I gets the bottles
I’m goin’ psycho, nothing’s recycled
Look how my ice glow, charged like a rhino
Well other than bool, I’m super cool
You can’t stand me, get you a stool
We back to back in foreign’s, no more rules
You gotta make investments and stop buyin’ shoes
Woah, woah
Woah, woah
Woah, woah
Woah, woah

[Hook: Ka$h]
I get stacks, pockets fat
I’m Penny Proud, Kyla Pratt
Tic for tat, we back to back
I’m gettin’ chauffered around, and I’m relaxed (duh)
I hit the lotto, I hit the lotto, I hit the lotto, I hit the lotto
I hit the lotto, I hit the lotto, I hit the lotto, I hit the lotto
I get stacks, pockets fat
I’m Penny Proud, Kyla Pratt
Tic for tat, we back to back
I’m gettin’ chauffered around, and I’m relaxed (duh)
I hit the lotto, I hit the lotto, I hit the lotto, I hit the lotto
I hit the lotto, I hit the lotto, I hit the lotto, I hit the lotto

Chief Keef – Check (Two Zero One Seven Deluxe Album)

[Intro]
(Turbo)
Sosa Baby
Bitch, bitch, bitch
O Block
300

[Hook]
Nigga, go and get that check
Check, check, check, check, check, check
Just be all about the
Check, check, check, check, check, check
I’m in the mall runnin’ through a
Check, check, check, check, check, check
Sneak diss, you can get your ass
Checked, checked, checked, checked, checked, checked
All I wanted was a check

[Verse 1]
All I wanted was a check
What you give is what you get
Make mistakes with no regrets
Take a bag and call me that
Take a pill and call me flat
She like, "You ain’t call me back"
Look at how I float the Wraith
I got astronomic swag
Call me Mr. Poppin’ Tags
Caught your bitch poppin’ ass
In the mall, droppin’ cash
Heavy like a body bag
Call my Kay Kay line and she got the tsunami swag
I just left Wells Fargo depositing a lot of cash
All I want, is a check
Swear to God, on the set
Whip whip, make it stretch
I’ma come back and flex
I’m ridin’ with the fuckin’ toolie, bang bang you fuckin’ mooly
My life is fuckin’ Gucci and I get fuckin’ coochie

[Hook]
Nigga, go and get that check
Check, check, check, check, check, check
Just be all about the
Check, check, check, check, check, check
I’m in the mall runnin’ through a
Check, check, check, check, check, check
Sneak diss, you can get your ass
Checked, checked, checked, checked, checked, checked
All I wanted was a check

[Verse 2]
War ain’t what you want
We can get it on
I still tote a gun
To shoot on the first one
She say she like my Louis
Big chicken and blue cheese
I’m in that zoom like Boosie
Salute me or shoot me

[Hook]
Nigga, go and get that check
Check, check, check, check, check, check
Just be all about the
Check, check, check, check, check, check
I’m in the mall runnin’ through a
Check, check, check, check, check, check
Sneak diss, you can get your ass
Checked, checked, checked, checked, checked, checked
All I wanted was a check

[Verse 3]
I’m on an ATV in my backyard
Came a long way from the Chiraq yard
Slide down a nigga, pull his mac card
Then I hit Gucci with a black card
Everybody be on that gang shit
I didn’t even know we was that large
I didn’t even know I went that dumb
Foreigns in the shit that crash cars
You know I’m smokin’ on dope
You can get hung with a rope
Hundred bands in my pocket
I throw twenty of it on the floor
Got blue cheese in the strip club
I throw twenty of ’em on a hoe
I’m in that bitch doin’ the most
And I got Bonecrusher with me, let’s go
O Block, Sosa Baby

[Hook]
Nigga, go and get that check
Check, check, check, check, check, check
Just be all about the
Check, check, check, check, check, check
I’m in the mall runnin’ through a
Check, check, check, check, check, check
Sneak diss, you can get your ass
Checked, checked, checked, checked, checked, checked
All I wanted was a check

Chief Keef – Dope Smokes (Two Zero One Seven Deluxe Album)

[Hook]
Look how my ice hittin’ off of my wife beater
Hop out on you stuntin’ in a white creature
Sixteen ounces in the two liter
M16 in the two seater
In Barney’s gettin’ designer by the boat load
Don’t stress over me baby girl, smoke dope
And the only thing I’m dodgin’ is popo’s
And I’m in love with the dope smokes

[Verse 1]
I love runnin’ through the bands
You ain’t Glo, then we givin’ niggas tans
You want the flow, I can give a nigga a hand
How these shells fly, I’m givin’ niggas fans
Up in Hermes, hand the clerk big bands
Big choppa on me ’cause I got big hands
Big racks on me like I’m wearin’ big pants
If my car go vroom, then my shit madd
I ain’t Jesus, you won’t fuck around with my feast
And your beauty queen fuckin’ around with a beast
Automatic on me, fuck around we’ll squeeze
110, 55, do that shit with ease

[Hook]
Look how my ice hittin’ off of my wife beater
Hop out on you stuntin’ in a white creature
Sixteen ounces in the two liter
M16 in the two seater
In Barney’s gettin’ designer by the boat load
Don’t stress over me baby girl, smoke dope
And the only thing I’m dodgin’ is popo’s
And I’m in love with the dope smokes

[Verse 2]
Throwin’ money from the top, it’s fallin’ on the floor
I’m gon’ send some shots, that’s all a nigga know
And how many I squeeze, it’s off how far a nigga go
Runnin’ through these pounds to show how much a nigga smoke
I ain’t even got to say it, you know where a nigga from
You can have a .30 on you, we takin’ niggas guns
When I was up in school, I was takin’ niggas lunch
And this ice on me dedicated to a gun
They say I do the most
I be like on folks
Now let’s have a fuckin’ toast
‘Cause I made it through the smoke

[Hook]
Look how my ice hittin’ off of my wife beater
Hop out on you stuntin’ in a white creature
Sixteen ounces in the two liter
M16 in the two seater
In Barney’s gettin’ designer by the boat load
Don’t stress over me baby girl, smoke dope
And the only thing I’m dodgin’ is popo’s
And I’m in love with the dope smokes

Chief Keef – Control (feat. Tadoe) (Two Zero One Seven Deluxe Album)

[Hook: Chief Keef]
I’m high as I can be, I’m high as I can be
I’m high as I can be, I’m high as I can be
I’m high as I can be, I’m high as I can be
I’m high as I can be, high as I can be
I got racks on me
And the Mac on me
I got X on me, nigga
And the packs on me, nigga
You don’t know me, nigga
There’s somethin’ wrong with me, nigga
And I’m screamin’ fuck the law
Can’t control me, nigga

[Verse 1: Chief Keef]
You can’t control me, nigga
Can’t fuckin’ fold me, nigga
I’m a [?], nigga
This bitch nosey, nigga
She like, "Sosa follow me, nigga"
I’m like, "Nigga, profit me, nigga"
I got tons of broccoli, nigga
I done hit the lottery, nigga
Please don’t bother me
I’m off lean margarita
With a bad mamcita
And a bag off the meters
But I’m spazzin’ on people
Splashin’ on people
Swaggin’ on people
In a two seater
I’m gettin’ it by the large
These niggas crackin’ cards
In the double R
I’m peelin’ off dodges
Community service, remember pickin’ up garbage
This time around, I be goin’ my hardest

[Hook: Chief Keef]
I’m high as I can be, I’m high as I can be
I’m high as I can be, I’m high as I can be
I’m high as I can be, I’m high as I can be
I’m high as I can be, high as I can be
I got racks on me
And the Mac on me
I got X on me, nigga
And the packs on me, nigga
You don’t know me, nigga
There’s somethin’ wrong with me, nigga
And I’m screamin’ fuck the law
Can’t control me, nigga

[Verse 2: Tadoe]
Hit the mall, straight cash bitch we cash all the spots
Hit the mall with that bag, your little hoe jaws dropped
Bitch, we fucked all the thots, bitches fuck our opps
Thirty bopper, 44. Mag, we gon’ to send our shots
We gon’ to hit all blocks, you like come ride with me
Hit the mall, spend that bag she like, "Get fly with me"
I’m like, "More broccoli," just keep on top o’ me
I got more guap on me, what’s your philosophy?

[Hook: Chief Keef]
I’m high as I can be, I’m high as I can be
I’m high as I can be, I’m high as I can be
I’m high as I can be, I’m high as I can be
I’m high as I can be, high as I can be
I got racks on me
And the Mac on me
I got X on me, nigga
And the packs on me, nigga
You don’t know me, nigga
There’s somethin’ wrong with me, nigga
And I’m screamin’ fuck the law
Can’t control me, nigga

Chief Keef – Trying Not To Swear (Two Zero One Seven Deluxe Album)

[Hook]
Man I miss standin’ on the block
Totin’ on the Glocks
Slidin’ on the opps
Screamin’ free the guys
In general pop
Bitch, I move fast
She gave me good top
Told that bitch stop
You want smoke, what’s up?
Get your ass scuffed
I’m countin’ green bucks
Boy, you smokin’ huff
Where is the bus?
I need to get some stuff
The life I’m livin’ rough
I’m tryin’ not to cuss

[Verse 1]
Stackin’ the mula, to hit my jeweler
You a unlicensed mover
You still can’t move us
Got all of my ice on
They say it’s too much
What’s under this Hermes?
It’s a slick the ruler
You gotta show us
You do not know us
Niggas is snitchin’
They paper showed us
Thew me in rehab
Well I’m still not sober
What is your goals?
You do not know
I’m sippin’ drank ’til it put me to sleep
Countin’ all this money, killed the thief in me
Ain’t shit changed, still got beef in me
I can fuck all of the women that were teachin’ me

[Hook]
Man I miss standin’ on the block
Totin’ on the Glocks
Slidin’ on the opps
Screamin’ free the guys
In general pop
Bitch, I move fast
She gave me good top
Told that bitch stop
You want smoke, what’s up?
Get your ass scuffed
I’m countin’ green bucks
Boy, you smokin’ huff
Where is the bus?
I need to get some stuff
The life I’m livin’ rough
I’m tryin’ not to cuss

[Verse 2]
Bitch, I’m a dog, they can’t tame me
The life that I live probably changed me
Up for ten days ’cause I can’t sleep
A whole bunch of real niggas trained me
Your own dogs will cross you man, it can’t be
The diamonds in my ear givin’ me brain freeze
We don’t count the same cash or smoke the same weed
Standin’ on this foreign, I bleed like Rick James bleed
I’m stuck in the cheese, it’s gettin’ real steep
The diamonds on my neck, remind me of my jeep
My waist is LV, double Gs on my jeans
Cream, get the money, dollar dollar cheese cheese

[Hook]
Man I miss standin’ on the block
Totin’ on the Glocks
Slidin’ on the opps
Screamin’ free the guys
In general pop
Bitch, I move fast
She gave me good top
Told that bitch stop
You want smoke, what’s up?
Get your ass scuffed
I’m countin’ green bucks
Boy, you smokin’ huff
Where is the bus?
I need to get some stuff
The life I’m livin’ rough
I’m tryin’ not to cuss

Chief Keef – Go (Two Zero One Seven Deluxe Album)

[Intro: FTR Drama]
Ballin’ like I’m Michael, cuz Sosa from Chiraq
Keep that GG and that rifle, that chopper from Iraq
BSG, we 3Hunna, we be thuggin’ peep my tats, You be fuckin’ with them ho niggas
Get blown off the map. FTR shit nigga, GBE shit nigga, Chiraq to Clipsburg Sosa in this bitch (Sosa Baby)

[Verse 1: Chief Keef]
I be shining, cus all my diamonds, I spent a dub on
I got plenty Louis and Fendi, yo bitch she love it
My lil niggas hot, they knock ya top off
Indicted for sellin’ out my house and doin’ drop-offs
I get so high, swear I be so high I feel like Top Dog
Im from 300 O’Block, you a real nigga, knock-off
Glock 40, clip hold fifty boy don’t shot down
That Mac hold a hunnid shots, don’t get shot down in yo’ town
I make it rain 100’s and 50’s, on all these stripper hoes
No feelings but I’m addicted, to all these stripper hoes
My shooters, tote K’s and rugers, look like a gun show
Talk outside of yo’ mouth, boy you gone get gunned down

[Hook: FTR Drama]
Hittin’ licks and movin’, bricks I’m servin’ all the white folks
Shawty wanna fuck with me, she heard that I might blow
Ballin’ like im Michael, shining like some white gold
Got some hittas in the midst, loadin’ up them rifles
Go (2x) she heard that I might blow
Go (2x) I’m ballin’ like I’m Michael
Go (2x) I’m shinin’ like some white gold
Go (2x) They loadin’ up them rifles

[Verse 2: FTR Drama]
This 40 I keep it on me, like it’s hoey
She on me, she wanna fuck me, but she don’t know me
Its Drama, I’m ’bout that drama, I do the troopin’
I’m ballin’, bitch I’m ballin’ but I ain’t hoopin’
My dog gone, my car do 1 5 we ’bout that shootin’
We winnin’, ain’t no prentendin’, You niggas losin’
He tryin’ me, somebody found ’em, with his eyes shut
You bitch niggas try and diss niggas, you will get lined up
Foreign, my gun is foreign, these Gucci’s foreign
GG, through the GG, boo and its borin’
Strip club I threw ’bout ten up
I had it pourin’, Harm he
Bitch at the body, my niggas scorin’

[Hook]
Hittin’ licks and movin’, bricks I’m servin’ all the white folks
Shawty wanna fuck with me, she heard that I might blow
Ballin’ like im Michael, shining like some white gold
Got some hittas in the midst, loadin’ up them rifles
Go (2x) she heard that I might blow
Go (2x) I’m ballin’ like I’m Michael
Go (2x) I’m shinin’ like some white gold
Go (2x) They loadin’ up them rifles

Chief Keef – Telling It All (Two Zero One Seven Deluxe Album)

[Intro]
Runnin’ to the cheese, lil’ nigga, I ain’t fuckin’ round
Them hit-men with me lil’ nigga, they will hunt you down
Sosa was never ’bout that life, how the fuck you sound
Put the red dot on your nose, you’s a fuckin’ clown

[Hook]
I’m in the foreign ass truck at the stoplight
We leave your ass left if you’re not right
I’m in traffic, pull up and steal your spotlight
Red insides, white out, that’s a stop sign
And the truck look like a dump ’cause it’s sittin’ tall
Break his ankles, take the shot, ball nigga, ball
Gucci jackets, both pockets filled with it all
And these diamonds and my jewelry tellin’ it all

[Verse 1]
I hit Gucci just to stunt
I just poured me up a cup
I’ve been in it since a pup
I’m gonna get it, wish me luck
We in that tinted car, you fucked
Nah in Tunechis voice, you trucked
Rollin’ dope up like a cluck
So much dope, it got me stuck
I swear I be high as fuck
In the mall just buyin’ stuff
Ring me up, I’m cashin’ out
Ain’t with all that trying’stuff
And I got that iron tucked
I just started chargin’ up
Ain’t with all the fussin’ stuff
In that vrrrrm cuttin’ up

[Hook]
I’m in the foreign ass truck at the stoplight
We leave your ass left if you’re not right
I’m in traffic, pull up and steal your spotlight
Red insides, white out, that’s a stop sign
And the truck look like a dump ’cause it’s sittin’ tall
Break his ankles, take the shot, ball nigga, ball
Gucci jackets, both pockets filled with it all
And these diamonds and my jewelry tellin’ it all

[Verse 2]
I’m in the diamond, district kickin’ big shit
Bank roll, on me, poppin’ big shit
Me and the crew, in your city we got big sticks
Big TV, middle toilet, I take big shits
I had your bitch, in my office, now she dismissed
No attention, especially when she throwin’ big fits
Forty pointers, and a watch, that’s that big shit
A couple shows, my pockets fatter than a big bitch
Whole pint, now I gotta take a big piss
Triple A, I always got a-fuckin’-ssistance
Peter Parker, I always knew I had a sixth sense
And the opps, is always on my fuckin’ hit-list

[Hook]
I’m in the foreign ass truck at the stoplight
We leave your ass left if you’re not right
I’m in traffic, pull up and steal your spotlight
Red insides, white out, that’s a stop sign
And the truck look like a dump ’cause it’s sittin’ tall
Break his ankles, take the shot, ball nigga, ball
Gucci jackets, both pockets filled with it all
And these diamonds and my jewelry tellin’ it all

Chief Keef – Stand Down (feat. Tadoe) (Two Zero One Seven Deluxe Album)

[Hook: Chief Keef]
Bitch, I ball hard like Cailou
Ballin’ so hard might foul you
Money in my pocket, might buy you
Start gettin’ cash, they love you
Life that I live not for you
You fuck niggas in trouble
What comes with bein’ loyal
That mothafuckin’ royal
I’m a real fuckin’ nigga, I don’t care now
All that tough, talk get your man slammed
Swear I be feelin’ like Bank Roll
Around these fuck niggas, can’t stay ’round
Slide on your block, that’s a man down
Fuck around and get your fuckin’ mans drowned
Woo-Woo, that’s that ambulance sound
I got the shooters ridin’ with me nigga, stand down

[Verse 1: Chief Keef]
These lame ass niggas can’t stand me
These niggas can’t feed of my energy
They ain’t puttin’ shit under my Christmas tree
Make the work stretch out like a centipede
Put a couple tracks down for my mini-mes
More bulls like I’m about to hit a Fendi
Get low ’cause I’m ’bout to hit a enemy
You turned ’cause you about to hit a penalty
I got the eyes of a lion, don’t I?
I am the shit I am the fliest, aren’t I?
See what I like, I’ma buy it, aren’t I?
I’m part of them breeds that are dyin’, aren’t I?
I don’t wanna drive, bitch, I wanna fly
Blue cheese on me, .40 on the side
You not down to ride
Niggas gonna die
This a homicide
We ain’t gonna lie
Bankroll on me like P.J
Hoppin’ on a PJ
Hunnid band bands for a speed race
Baby, I’m sorry for the delay
I was on the phone buyin’ hundred band shit off eBay
You know when we on tour
We gotta make a stop for some snacks
On the mothafuckin’ speedway
You know when we on tour
We gotta make a stop for some snacks
On the mothafuckin’ speedway

[Hook: Chief Keef]
Bitch, I ball hard like Cailou
Ballin’ so hard might foul you
Money in my pocket, might buy you
Start gettin’ cash, they love you
Life that I live not for you
You fuck niggas in trouble
What comes with bein’ loyal
That mothafuckin’ royal
I’m a real fuckin’ nigga, I don’t care now
All that tough, talk get your man slammed
Swear I be feelin’ like Bank Roll
Around these fuck niggas, can’t stay ’round
Slide on your block, that’s a man down
Fuck around and get your fuckin’ mans drowned
Woo-Woo, that’s that ambulance sound
I got the shooters ridin’ with me nigga, stand down

[Verse 2: Chief Keef]
You and your motherfuckin’ boy lame
Me and them boys totin’ things
And that right there is a sure thing
And I am smokin’ that cure thing
I know you’re smellin’ this pure thing
You don’t be movin’ that pure ‘cane
This cash that I’m spendin’ is lil’ change
A quarter the size of my earrin’

[Verse 3: Tadoe]
Gettin’ to the guap don’t stall dog
Pass me the ball I’m a ball hog
Doin’ more numbers than a call log
Smokin’ on dope, it’s a fog log
And I just poured me a eight
And I just copped me a SRT8
Sosa just copped that Wraith
Who wanna bet that cake?

[Hook: Chief Keef]
Bitch, I ball hard like Cailou
Ballin’ so hard might foul you
Money in my pocket, might buy you
Start gettin’ cash, they love you
Life that I live not for you
You fuck niggas in trouble
What comes with bein’ loyal
That mothafuckin’ royal
I’m a real fuckin’ nigga, I don’t care now
All that tough, talk get your man slammed
Swear I be feelin’ like Bank Roll
Around these fuck niggas, can’t stay ’round
Slide on your block, that’s a man down
Fuck around and get your fuckin’ mans drowned
Woo-Woo, that’s that ambulance sound
I got the shooters ridin’ with me nigga, stand down

Chief Keef – Running Late (Two Zero One Seven Deluxe Album)

[Hook]
One for the money, two for the drugs
Three for my pistol, four for the slug
One, two, comin’ for you
Three, four, knockin’ on your door
Five, six, comin’ through your gate
Seven, eight, we was runnin’ a little late

[Verse 1]
Nine, ten, I’m ridin’ with extendeds
Eleven, twelve, Forbes on my hit list
Thirteen, fourteen, karats on my pinky
Fifteen, sixteen, tattoos bitch, I’m inky
Seventeen, eighteen, chains got me iced out
Nineteen, twenty, fuckin’ bands to get you sniped out
Little case, twenty-one bands will get you right out
Free Cdai, a .22 shotter’s on me right now
Twenty-three’s on the car, twenty-four’s on the truck
Twenty-five times 2’s in my motherfuckin’ Glock
I got twenty-six pumps for a motherfuckin’ thot
I’m sendin’ twenty-seven shots at a motherfuckin’ opp

[Hook]
One for the money, two for the drugs
Three for my pistol, four for the slug
One, two, comin’ for you
Three, four, knockin’ on your door
Five, six, comin’ through your gate
Seven, eight, we was runnin’ a little late

[Verse 2]
Twenty-nine, thirty, I was posted with them .30’s
Thirty-one, thirty-two, I’m so gone like a birdy
Thirty-three, thirty-four, call me Sosa Paul Birdy
Thirty-five, thirty-six, I got my ball all dirty
Thirty-seven, thirty-eight, Tony Tiger bitch, I’m great
Thirty-nine, forty, I can sense these niggas fate
Forty-one, forty-two, I want it from them in the coupe
I’m goin’ 143 and 144 too
Forty-five for my jacket, aw man!
Forty-six in them and we givin’ out ten
Forty-seven of them bands
Big racks like I wear a 48 in pants
BANG BANG

[Hook]
One for the money, two for the drugs
Three for my pistol, four for the slug
One, two, comin’ for you
Three, four, knockin’ on your door
Five, six, comin’ through your gate
Seven, eight, we was runnin’ a little late

Chief Keef – Anything Gets You Paid (Two Zero One Seven Deluxe Album)

[Verse]
Remember what they say, you can rule the world
I’m blingin’ thanks to my jeweler, girl
I ain’t worried about you, girl
I ain’t chasin’ no stupid girls
I know I can hit it any day I want
Fuck your friends, baby, just say I won’t
I’m sittin’ here at Cryo, therapy for my muscles
You got cash for me? Put it in my duffle
I like to get it, count it, in a money machine
I cannot trust you, that’s my honesty
How many times you said you’re down with me?
All of these times you thought you were on to me
I don’t love you, I know baby, I’m so wrong
You called me, like Monica, I’m so gone
You leavin’ voicemails like, "Nigga please, answer your phone"
Slammin’ my doors sayin’ I ain’t goin’ home
Scratchin’ my cars with keys
Hitting my Balmain’s with bleach
Broke the glass all in my seat
I’m leavin’ girl, you awful to me
Don’t want me to see my shawty
That’s that shit my mama taught me
For all the shit my mama bought me
I owe her a million times for all it

Chief Keef – Moonboots (Bonus Track) (Two Zero One Seven Deluxe Album)

[Hook]
All a young nigga know is finesse
Before you come to me, you better get a check
Ride down [?] road, that’s windows flex
Hopped out on em looking like a check
$6,000 bag pack with some Louis boots
All he do is talk, all we do is shoot
All I do is pull out racks
All I do is fucking ball
All I do is pop tags
All I do is fuck the mall

[Verse 1]
All I do is hit Neiman’s
All I do is hit Barneys
All I do is hit Gucci
All I do is get money
All I do is hit Hermans
All I do is hit Louis
All I do it hit Burberry
All I do is get Jewelry
All I do is call my Jeweler
Have him pee on my neck
Your girlfriend just text me like when we having sex?
[?] and can fuck you the week after next
When I’m done I’ll need something to eat after that
These niggas hate me, I give zero fucks
I’m in a Rolls Royce
I’m doing donuts
He wants to spray me
She wants to rape me
She is looking sneaky
He is looking flaky

[Hook]
All a young nigga know is finesse
Before you come to me, you better get a check
Ride down [?] road, that’s windows flex
Hopped out on em looking like a check
$6,000 bag pack with some Louis boots
All he do is talk, all we do is shoot
All I do is pull out racks
All I do is fucking ball
All I do is pop tags
All I do is fuck the mall

[Verse 2]
She just got here and she like how I drive my fucking car
You have a ass and I saw that from a fucking far
She like for real, that’s all?
I’m like girl you fucking smart
When I hit the finish line, throw you back into the start
When you done eating my pickle, throw it back into the jar
Hits I’m balling Scottie Pippen, Michael Jordan, Dennis Rodman
And I get high like I’m growing weed in my garden
I ain’t going nowhere, I’m going to finish what I started
You can walk a thousand miles up in my Louis boots
Don’t wanna have to do the drill so I’m screwing loose
Had your girl down there that’s why my Louis belt was open
Boy your diamonds blurry, let me turn up my focus

[Hook]
All a young nigga know is finesse
Before you come to me, you better get a check
Ride down [?] road, that’s windows flex
Hopped out on em looking like a check
$6,000 bag pack with some Louis boots
All he do is talk, all we do is shoot
All I do is pull out racks
All I do is fucking ball
All I do is pop tags
All I do is fuck the mall

Felix Snow & Wintertime – Louis V. Lover (No Winter Without Snow EP)

[Intro]
On, on, on on
I’ve been on, on, on on
[?] on, on, on on

[Hook]
Workout for winter, oh
Baby, baby, get it right here
Baby, baby, take your time here
She make it go left, then right here
Workout for winter
Baby, baby, get it right here
Baby, baby, take your time here
She make it go left, then right here

[Verse 1]
Hit the club and I’m throwing [?]
Make it snow, she loving the freezer
Sit back, I’m kicking my feet up
And after tonight, she don’t wanna leave us
Walked in and I spotted you, oh, I know what I gotta do, oh
I don’t even gotta talk to you
Your eyes telling everything that you wanna do

[Pre-Hook]
She said, "You a youngin’, how you get in the club?"
Girl, as far as you know, I’m 21
"You a youngin’, how you get in the club?"
Girl, as far as you know, I’m 21

[Hook]
Workout for winter, oh
Baby, baby, get it right here
Baby, baby, take your time here
She make it go left, then right here
Workout for winter
Baby, baby, get it right here
Baby, baby, take your time here
She make it go left, then right here

[Bridge]
On, on, on on
I’ve been on, on, on on
[?] on, on, on on
I’ve been on, on, on on
[?] on, on, on on
(Workout for winter)
I’ve been on, on, on on
(I’ll make it go left and right)
[?] on, on, on on
I’ve been on, on, on on
(I’ll make it go left and right here)

[Pre-Hook]
She said, "You a youngin’, how you get in the club?"
Girl, as far as you know, I’m 21
"You a youngin’, how you get in the club?"
Girl, as far as you know, I’m 21

[Hook]
Workout for winter, oh
Baby, baby, get it right here
Baby, baby, take your time here
She make it go left, then right here
Workout for winter
Baby, baby, get it right here
Baby, baby, take your time here
She make it go left, then right here
I’ll make it go left and right here

Felix Snow & Wintertime – Winter Workout Plan (No Winter Without Snow EP)

[Intro]
On, on, on on
I’ve been on, on, on on
[?] on, on, on on

[Hook]
Workout for winter, oh
Baby, baby, get it right here
Baby, baby, take your time here
She make it go left, then right here
Workout for winter
Baby, baby, get it right here
Baby, baby, take your time here
She make it go left, then right here

[Verse 1]
Hit the club and I’m throwing [?]
Make it snow, she loving the freezer
Sit back, I’m kicking my feet up
And after tonight, she don’t wanna leave us
Walked in and I spotted you, oh, I know what I gotta do, oh
I don’t even gotta talk to you
Your eyes telling everything that you wanna do

[Pre-Hook]
She said, "You a youngin’, how you get in the club?"
Girl, as far as you know, I’m 21
"You a youngin’, how you get in the club?"
Girl, as far as you know, I’m 21

[Hook]
Workout for winter, oh
Baby, baby, get it right here
Baby, baby, take your time here
She make it go left, then right here
Workout for winter
Baby, baby, get it right here
Baby, baby, take your time here
She make it go left, then right here

[Bridge]
On, on, on on
I’ve been on, on, on on
[?] on, on, on on
I’ve been on, on, on on
[?] on, on, on on
(Workout for winter)
I’ve been on, on, on on
(I’ll make it go left and right)
[?] on, on, on on
I’ve been on, on, on on
(I’ll make it go left and right here)

[Pre-Hook]
She said, "You a youngin’, how you get in the club?"
Girl, as far as you know, I’m 21
"You a youngin’, how you get in the club?"
Girl, as far as you know, I’m 21

[Hook]
Workout for winter, oh
Baby, baby, get it right here
Baby, baby, take your time here
She make it go left, then right here
Workout for winter
Baby, baby, get it right here
Baby, baby, take your time here
She make it go left, then right here
I’ll make it go left and right here