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I had to tell my girl This ain’t that Woah, I don’t want you back Yeah, I’m just counting racks Ya, the money won’t bring her back (it won't) Ya, and I just want her back Want her back (I want her back) Yah, say you made your money back flip you lyin' Skrt-skrt, big Lambo

Hook: Quavo] Mama told me not to sell work (mama) Seventeen five, same color T-shirt (white) Mama told me not to sell work (mama) Seventeen five, same color T-shirt (yeah) [Post-Hook: Takeoff] Young nigga poppin' with a pocket full of cottage (ayy) Woah kemosab

Future) You see I'm drippin' in baguettes, hey You see I'm drippin' VVS, hey You see me drippin' doin' the flex, hey You see me flexin' on your bitch, don't forget about me You see I'm drippin' on your bitch, you can't forget about me You see I'm drippin' VVS, hey You see I'm fle

Intro: Christina Aguilera] Hide it 'til we feel it Then we feel it, 'til we fight it, yeah Hold it 'til we need it, never leave it Didn't want it [Verse 1: Christina Aguilera & Ty Dolla $ign] New York, worldwide (L.A., worldwide) Borders my city (Girl, that's my home

Hook: Quavo] Bentley truck, yeah, that’s my choice of my ride (skrrt, skrrt) Always keep some bitches on the side, yeah, yeah Don’t stand too close, my diamonds gonna bite (bling) I get drugs for the right price, yeah, yeah (drugs) She gon’ eat this Molly like it’s ri

Intro: Young Thug] Yeah, it's a knife and all, y'know what I'm sayin'? Yeah nigga, I hit your wife and all, y'know what I'm sayin'? Yeah, this a plain AP, but I got a lotta watches, y'know what I'm sayin'? Yeah [Chorus: 21 Savage & Young Thug] Nigga

1] Yo bitch on me but you can never do nothing Cuz yo momma raised a p**** Everytime I walk to the drop top, can't help but Close my eyes cuz my whip so glossy God damn bitch, I don't smoke no gas I don't pop no Xans hella cake I just need that ass don't worry bout no mans

Verse 1: Tee Grizzley] Hold up, lemma catch my breath, nigga watch yo step I'm in the game, it ain't no rules, we'll knock off refs Don't leave the crib without them racks Without my vest, my strap (my strap) Yo bitch got some good neck-neck, my wrist neck wet (neck wet) And I got big

Intro] Good job First [Chorus: Post Malone] Got your ho with me I pull her slowly Saint Laurent on both my feet All this jewelry, they gon' notice me And you know I got that Rol' on me I put it slow on me Saint Laurent on both my feet All this jewelry,

Intro] Cut off your mind [Verse 1: Lil Peep] I got a couple young bitches Outside waitin' for me So I grab my Champs hoodie And my Timbs if it snowin' I'ma pop a couple pills Til I can't feel nothin' 'Cause it double the fun And make me numb when we f

Offset:] You know young rich niggas You know so we never really had no old money We got a whole lot of new money though, hah (If Young Metro don't trust you I'm gon' shoot ya) Hey Raindrop, drip, drop top (drop top) Smokin' on cookie in the hotbox (

bitch look like Uma Thurman Wavy boys we swagger surfin Go on flex ya little cash Boy you broke I know you hurtin I just pull up in the lexus Gave your bitch the swimmin lessons I might have to f*** that bitch If she swimmin my direction I migh

Intro: Juicy J] Yeah, ho! Yeah, ho! Yeah, ho! Yeah! [Chorus: A$AP Rocky] If I hit it one time, I'ma pipe her If I hit it two times, then I like her If I f*** three times, I'ma wife her It ain't safe for the black or the white girls It ain't safe, it ain't safe, it ain't safe,

I feel like a Polaroid picture Trapped inside space and time, take a sip of my elixir 'ay Play "Electric Love" while we riding in the Fisker 'ay She fell in love with me, my G, I swear I never kissed her 'ay Leave me to be free,

Intro: The Weeknd] Oh, oh, oh, oh Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-oh Oh, oh, oh, oh Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-oh [Verse 1: The Weeknd] The reasons I can't have you, are so easy to fix I didn't really plan to, but I'ma do it for this-this The reasons I can't have you,

Intro] Ohh, yeah yeah (wow), yeah yeah, yeah, yeah We got London On Da Track [Verse 1] Hunnid and twenty, come catch me Forties inside of my belly Shouldn't be driving, I'm faded (skrt, yeah, yeah) Rock that Nirvana, my favorite Damn I forgot what her name is She in the f

got the cash, well I'm about to come in and embezzle Man I'm on a whole 'nother level I put the bass up in your face And you feeling it treble You jokers corny like kettle My super flow is so Olympic that I need a medal Pop out the bushes like "Hello!"

Intro] Yeah lil bitch, yeah Know what goin' on lil bitch, yeah Big dawg lil bitch Yeah come suck a big dick, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, ah, ah Ow, wow, wow, wow Woah, woah, woah, woah, yeah [Verse 1] Hellcat speed racin' (speed racin') Suck it 'til your kn

Yeah Oh, oh Metro Boomin wants some more, nigga You make me wanna Yo, yo, yo (make me) DJ Khaled! Make me give up everything I worked for You gon' make me give up everything I worked for Sunday, you ain't go to church though I still bless you, bu