MELHORES MÚSICAS / MAIS TOCADAS
yg - i m a real 1
Aye' Mustard
I swear to God I'm tired of these fake ass niggas
Smash off in that porsche like skurr!
My nigga smoke kush no purp
If that puss got a bush I'm like Nope
Hairy pussy bitch you the type that got herpes
I'm 6 figure nigga your account no digits
Fuck a bitch and bust a nut in 4 minutes
Cause I ain't got time for pussy
While she waste yo' time I'm hittin' all kinds of pussy
You the type that hang with niggas you don't like
For the fame that's a shame your lifestyle is all hype
I used to drive that all white beamer
I had to get that Porsche cause it was cleaner
Now I'm 'bout to throw 4's on that bitch
I'm in the party stumping tricking falls on that bitch
And if one fight then we all fight
Boom Bow Bing nigga on sight
Nigga I'm a real 1
You do whatever for the fame
You make me wanna click clack bang!
Nigga I'm a real 1
I can't stand you niggas
I be wanting to backhand you niggas
Nigga I'm a real 1
Yeah, all my niggas bangers
Watch how I twist my fingers
Nigga I'm a real 1
If one fight then we all fight
Pop a pill to fuck all night
Rollie on the wrist, Louie on the belt
I'm 'bout call the Irs on myself
Amg benzes, porsches on 4's
Me and Mustard pull up, this a car show
Niggas getting mad but we just getting money
I can be your boo thang not your hubby
All the bitches love me, all the bitches love me
If I had a hundred dicks I'd have all the bitches fuck me
New house, new whip, new year, new gold
Same nigga, same shit, same clique, same bros
Nigga I'm a real one
If I ain't got it then I'm a steal one
Nigga, I never feel one
I, I eat the pussy on the first date
Then brush my teeth with colgate
I rather spend money before I spend time
Ask Drake he'll tell you no lie
Nigga I'm a real 1
You do whatever for the fame
You make me wanna click clack bang!
Nigga I'm a real 1
I can't stand you niggas
I be wanting to backhand you niggas
Nigga I'm a real 1
Yeah, all my niggas bangers
Watch how I twist my fingers
Nigga I'm a real 1
If one fight then we all fight
Pop a pill fuck all night
Shit nigga I'm a real one
You ain't a real one til' you kill one
Well click clack bow I'm a real one
Nigga
Can't no nigga tell me nothing 'bout me
Nah nigga, not me
Nigga I'm a real 1
You do whatever for the fame
You make me wanna click clack bang!
Nigga I'm a real 1
I can't stand you niggas
I be wanting to backhand you niggas
Nigga I'm a real 1
Yeah, all my niggas bangers
Watch how I twist my fingers
Nigga I'm a real 1
If one fight then we all fight
Pop a pill fuck all night
yg - momma speech intro
Keenon!
Keenon Daequan Ray motherfucking Jackson
I hope you ain't outside hanging with them gangbangers
You gon' end up in motherfucking jail, like your damn daddy
yg - my nigga
[Hook: RichHomie Quan]
I said that I?mma ride for my motherfuckin' nigga
Most likely I?mma die with my finger on the trigger
I?ve been grindin outside all day with my niggas
And I ain?t goin' in unless I?m with my niggas
My nigga, my nigga
My nigga, my nigga
My nigga, my nigga
My nigga, my nigga
[Verse 1: YG]
First thing's first I love all my niggas
This rap shit cracked and I involve my niggas
You lookin' for some lean, lemme call my nigga
He sell it for the high, I need all mines nigga
Some niggas smoke smoke, some niggas drink drank
Got niggas on the block with the Glock that don't think
I said, "That's a nigga back up," they in a bucket lapped up
I got to act right if you niggas wanna act up
He talkin' like a snitch no, that ain?t my nigga
He trippin' off a bitch no, that ain?t my nigga
Take a nigga case, yeah that?s my nigga
Know him since I was eight, yeah that?s my nigga
Fucked my first bitch, passed her to my nigga
Hit my first lick, passed with my nigga
Fuck them other niggas cause I?m down for my niggas
I ride for my niggas, fuck them other niggas
[Hook]
[Verse 2: Young Jeezy]
Just know I'm down with the niggas down for me
I got 2 words for you, love and loyalty
It was me and my nigga, trippin' on a half a B
We used to hit a mall and buy everything we see
Me and my down ass nigga get twisted
Nigga get to trippin', knock the gravy out your biscuit
Just know I fucked with you the long way, my nigga
So when I see you out I?m like, "Hey, my nigga!"
Drink that act right by the case, my niggas
Drink that act right and get straight with my niggas
Me and my nigga ridin' dirty trynna chase them figures
Who got the yopper, who got the yola? Don?t matter, go figure
[Hook]
[Verse 3: Rich Homie Quan]
My nigga's okay, my nigga got weight
My nigga fronted me, he the reason I?m straight
My nigga got a house, my nigga got a lake
My nigga we eatin', my nigga get a plate
And we're still hittin' licks, my nigga, my nigga
Runnin' off a nigga shit, my nigga, my nigga
I fucked a nigga bitch with my nigga, my nigga
If a nigga talkin' shit then he ain?t my nigga
My nigga, my nigga (My nigga, my nigga)
YG my nigga and I ain?t goin' in, ain't trynna leave my niggas
Shawty seein' me and want to leave with a nigga
But it wasn't enough room cause I came with my niggas
My niggas, my niggas
I need a set of wings cause I?m too fly, nigga
And I?m all about my business like a suit and tie nigga
I ride for my niggas (Believe that)
[Hook]
yg - toot it and boot it
(Chorus) [Ty$]:
I met her in the club
Then i said wassup
I took her to the crib
And you know i fucked
Yea toot it and boot it
Toot it and boot it
Toot it and boot it
Thats why i toot and boot it
(verse1)[yg]:
She think I'm cute, she wanna have sex
Girl knock it off you know you cant have this(x2)
And she told me run that, i told her run it
And she never seen a chick until she met my magic stick
Yo I'm a pimp bitch straight game never no sippin
And after we did it she was walking with a limp
Bust it open leave it wet you know i leave it soakin
Who next i don't ever close, i stay open
I met her in the club, you know i was drunk
I asked her name and then i said i wanna fuck
And I'm yg and you know i fucked
And she fucked back like a little slut
And she fell in love ya
And she felt stupid cuz you know
I toot it and boot it
(chorus) [ty$]:
I met her in the club
Then I said wassup
I took her to the crib
And you know i fucked
Yea toot it and boot it
Toot it and boot it
Toot it and boot it
Thats why i toot and boot it
(verse2):
Girl let me toot that boot that stop actin stupid
Acting like you don't know me like who that
Walked in the club but ill fly things
I'm in the back girl you know where to find me
And i love how she think I'm cute
And she don't even wanna tell me what she wanna do
It's me and my crew her and her friends
And they all trying to leave with us when the club ends
And she toot it from the back and you know she made it clap
And you know i run it back like
Only for one night and she know I'm on like a switch on light
Hey girl i can have you feelin right
I can supply the pipe
Just make sure its tight
We can do it all day only for one night
And after that you gotta go
Cuz you ain't my wife
(chorus) [ty$]:
I met her in the club
Then i said wassup
I took her to the crib
And you know i fucked
Yea toot it and boot it
Toot it and boot it
Toot it and boot it
Thats why i toot and boot it
(verse3):
I toot it to the left i toot it to the right
Fuck with me we gonna do it all night
I seen a bad bitch i swing my hat back
And after i hit its on my back
Cuz i toot it and boot it
And made her feel stupid
Cuz i toot it and boot it
And made her feel stupid
(chorus) [ty$]:
I met her in the club
Then i said wassup
I took her to the crib
And you know i fucked
Yea toot it and boot it
Toot it and boot it
Toot it and boot it
That's why i toot and boot it
yg - left right
[Verse 1]
Okay, okay, okay
Told her bust it open she said: "okay!"
But what she wearing? Chanel and Dolce
How she want it? Beat up like O.J
Skurt, skurt on a bitch nigga
How much time do you got for a rich nigga?
I need that while I'm relaxin' and the bitch knows gymnastics
So she can divide her legs on this dick like a fraction, right?
Right, left, hit 'em with that right, left
I got that best stroker, I don't need no pipe test
My dick work girl I don't need no mic check
No panties on, I can see your pussy through that white dress
I ain't trippin' baby girl, make that money
Cause if I fuck her right she just might give some to me
And better yet, fuck with me for better sex
I know all the right spots to keep that punani wet
[Bridge]
Girl you know you look fine as hell, right?
You know I buy you that Chanel, right?
You know I fuck you like I'm fresh outta of jail, right?
And if you cheated on me I won't care, right?
[Hook]
(She make that ass go)
Left, Left, Right
Right, Left, Left, Right
(She make that ass go)
Left, Left, Right
Right, Left, Left, Right
[Verse: 2]
I'm a Pisces, she's a Taurus
She said she expensive, well, I could afford it
Never pay for it, but I could explore it
Have your tongue out and legs cocked open like Jordan
She just wanna strip and make a million right?
So she could get rich and feed the children right?
She ain't got no ass shots her shit real, yo
Got her checkin' in with me like I was a P.O
I hate make-up, I hate broke hoes
I can?t talk to you bitch, I ain?t social
Where the bad bitches at? Let me know though
I can send this dick your way baby, postal
Is it Brittany? or Myisha?
Where the ghetto bitches at? Queesha and Syeeda?
She dancin' for them dollars cause she don't know no better
She from the hood so she know how to throw it back better
[Bridge] + [Hook]
[Bridge 2: DJ Mustard]
Now let me see you drop that ass low and go
Left, right, left, right
Now let me see you drop that ass low and go
Left, right, left, right
Now let me see you bring it up slow and go
Left, right, left, right
Now let me see you bring it up slow and go
Left, right, left, right, left, right
[Bridge + Hook + Bridge]
[Skit]
yg - who do you love
[Verse 1: YG]
I'm that nigga with the plugs
I'm the nigga with the homies that be sellin' drugs
I'm the nigga on the back street
With the fire heat, niggas better run like athletes
I'm that nigga, I'm that nigga
My Bank of America account got six figures
I'm that nigga on the block
Police pull up, I'm tryna stash the Glock
Uh, you that nigga on the low-low
You're the nigga, you're the one that be talkin' to the po-pos
Porsche sittin' on Forgi's
Niggas can't afford these
The Panamera shittin' on the 9-11
I call my homie's not 9-11
I'm the nigga with the juice
But I'll never do my nigga like Pac did
[Hook: YG]
Bitch, who do you love?
Bitch, who do you love?
Bitch, who do you love?
Bitch, who do you love?
[Verse 2: Drake]
I got a shorty name Texas and
She got a buddy name OJB and now you know the deal
We turnt up in the studio late night
That's why the songs that you hear are comin' real tight
OVO crew, nigga, thought I told you
If you a player in the game, this should hold you
And man shout my nigga Game he just rolled through
Eatin' crab out in Malibu with no boo
A lot of fools puttin' salt in the game
Until these women get the notion that they runnin' the game
They got money that they jumpin' on the pole to make
Did the model, took a flight to the golden state
I'm the general, just makin' sure my soldiers straight
Had to leave my nigga, homie got an open case
But I'm big on the west like I'm big in the south
So we gon' pay some people off, we gon' figure it out
And my name too big, and my gang too big
Young money shit, me and Lil Wayne too big
I'm a crush that ass even if it ain't too big
I would pinky swear but my pinky ring too big
[Hook x2: YG]
yg - i just wanna party
[Hook: YG]
Mama ain't raised no fool
Daddy told me never leave the house without my tool
Grandpa told me never trust a sucka nigga from the street
Grandma said she love me and she always praying for me
But I just wanna party, I don?t wanna hurt nobody
I just wanna party, I don't wanna hurt nobody
I just wanna party, I don't wanna hurt nobody
But I?ll beat the fuck out of a nigga
[Verse 1: YG]
I'm drunk off Hennessy
Hope I don't run into my enemies
That dark liquor give you energy
Now I ain't rich, but I'm finna be
Your baby mama's a flip, she wanna hit a G
I'm back on that bullshit
But she ain't fuckin' and that's bullshit
I can't die, I got too much to live for
I'm getting money, that's what niggas rob and kill for
Fucking with Tenisha and Keisha
But when Keisha see Tenisha she gon' whoop her ass
All my homies gangbangers
They dry their clothes on hangers
All these hoes fuckin', but they don't wanna seem like a ho
So you gotta hit 'em on the low (hit em' on the D-Low!)
West side, get money gang
Socked the mouth for trippin', he lost his watch and earrings
[Hook]
[Verse 2: Schoolboy Q]
Nigga, I'm from Hoover Street
Dirty pictures in my cellphone
On 52nd street I'm well-known
Hoover stomp until the cops come
Silver satin get the job done
Money ain't everything, but still I'm rich
Money ain't everything, I'm still gon' crip
From Figueroa to Harv Side where we sock on lips
We break on jaws, niggas since VCR's, nigga
We hope out cars, nigga
I be groovin' 'til I die
Smokin' weed until I'm fried
I could sell a key to God
Pants saggin' with the Glock
I ain't wanna pick the box
All my homies gangbangers
We keep a thumb between our two fingers
We trippin' off the Henny
So don't let me catch you slippin' in the 50's, Ricky
[Hook]
[Verse 3: Jay Rock]
Nigga, I'm from Bounty Hunters, East Side lunatic
Gang bang, slap a bitch
I ain't with the extras, I ain't got a stunt double
You ain't got no hands so they might let the gun touch you
Is you bangin' or you ballin', nigga?
You a fax machine, we can't call it, nigga
Everybody ain't a friend, reason why I keep a fo'
You wanna gamble with your life, bet that on the tender-fold, nigga
She bouncing that ass, go ahead shake it
And if she give me that back, bitch, I'ma break it
Shit, that pussy is overrated, some niggas'll chase it
She acting like she be nuttin', some bitches are fakin'
You fightin' to save many souls, know that you losin'
These bitches the reason why some niggas be snoozin'
YG, dawg, you heard how they left his brains hanging?
Shouldn't have chunked his fingers up if he ain't bangin'
I'm sayin'...
[Hook]
[Outro]
But I'll beat the fuck out of a bitch
Why you bullshitting?
yg - thank god
[Verse 1:]
All my life,
Ones say they love you, wanna make you cry
Say never leave you, o-oh how they fly
Gave up my loyalty and paid the price
Got me asking why these people wrong you, but you done them right
They giving up and all you do is fight
You sacrificing, you would even die
And I thank God for never leaving me alone even when I'm on my own
Won't break, I'm standing strong
And I thank God for showing the road to go
When I'm weak and feeling low, built tough, but never show
[Verse 2:]
Sorry, Ms.Jackson, I hate to call in this fashion
I understand it's late and you work harder than average
Plus I'm knowing that you and your son have been clashing
But Keenon called and told me to tell you what happened
He hit a lick with his homies, his homies switched it on him
They spent the money, he got greedy and put the pistol on him
Shots fired from both sides, but nobody died
I thank God he survived and got out alive
But this gon' hurt you to hear
Keenon went to jail, might be facing some years
Police say it's evidence he broke into someone's residence
The neighbors say they witnessed it and plus they found fingerprints
They say the bail like 50 thou
But it's gon' be like 5 thousand to get him out
Man, I told him not to fuck with them niggas
I'm sorry, I don't mean to curse, but I just never trust 'em at all
And he up in the pound, my dawg
And his girl ain't accepting his call
Can't let him fight the charge in his cell, he didn't bail on me
I got 2, we just need the other 3, fight the case on his feet
yg - million
Said I'm ridin' in that Porsche, mind on a million
My girlfriend trippin', so fuck how she feelin'
'Cause she don't wear no ring, so she don't mean shit
I got more money than her, so she don't mean shit
Said I'm ridin' in that Porsche, mind on a million
My girlfriend trippin', so fuck how she feelin'
'Cause she don't wear no ring, so she don't mean shit
I got more money than her, so she don't mean shit
Said I'm ridin' in that Porsche, mind on a million
My girlfriend trippin', so fuck how she feelin'
She think I'm worth a million so her panties get to peelin'
I stop and get some condoms, so I won't have no children
Legs up in the back seat, booty in the back seat
The way a nigga ballin' you would think I was an athlete
Mustard in that Benzo, I'm up in that Porsche, though
Youse a bad bitch, why you actin' like a whore, though?
Lean by the quart load - 16 Ozs
Mind on a million, bitch, fuck you call me?
All my homies bangers, pistols ain't no strangers
Pistols ain't no strangers, and pistols can't taint us
Ratchets in the lobby, that's my type of party
We buy or sell gangsters, my clique don't need nobody
Rich niggas eat out, pussy niggas Mia
Fuck it then I beast now, like peace out
Said I'm ridin' in that Porsche, mind on a million
My girlfriend trippin', so fuck how she feelin'
'Cause she don't wear no ring, so she don't mean shit
I got more money than her, so she don't mean shit
Said I'm ridin' in that Porsche, mind on a million
My girlfriend trippin', so fuck how she feelin'
'Cause she don't wear no ring, so she don't mean shit
I got more money than her, so she don't mean shit
I'm riding in that Porsche, mind on some money
Niggas act funny, start makin' money
Pussy make that label, all my niggas able
Pull lil' bro and some killers on the payroll
All my niggas a-holes, act like we don't give a fuck
I bet that shorty hit 'em up
I had to switch it up, now I live it up
I live it Hollywood, we at my house thick as fuck
Pussy don't do shit for me, it's just a nut
No homo, I can do that with my hand, bitch, what?
Bitch I think I'm Tupac, bitch I think I'm Tupac
Niggas talk that shit 'til they get their ass popped
Mamas wanna fuck me, their daughters wanna fuck me
Thee bitches think I'm ratchet and the niggas say I'm lucky
More racks on, couple racks gone
Double racks gone, that's 20 racks gone
Said I'm ridin' in that Porsche, mind on a million
My girlfriend trippin', so fuck how she feelin'
'Cause she don't wear no ring, so she don't mean shit
I got more money than her, so she don't mean shit
Said I'm ridin' in that Porsche, mind on a million
My girlfriend trippin', so fuck how she feelin'
'Cause she don't wear no ring, so she don't mean shit
I got more money than her, so she don't mean shit
I be ridin'
My niggas we be ridin'
Our pitchers do the fighting
So you don't wanna rise, no
Our money gets on
Ciroc and Patron
Havin' bad bitches come up out they thongs
One rack gone, double racks gone
Couple racks gone, that's 20 racks gone
Said I'm ridin' in that Porsche, mind on a million
My girlfriend trippin', so fuck how she feelin'
'Cause she don't wear no ring, so she don't mean shit
I got more money than her, so she don't mean shit
Said I'm ridin' in that Porsche, mind on a million
My girlfriend trippin', so fuck how she feelin'
'Cause she don't wear no ring, so she don't mean shit
I got more money than her, so she don't mean shit
yg - this yick
Yg the rapper don't trick, but yg the rapper got dick
Yg in a porsche getting' bang from a slut
That I cracked on the bus, I don't give a fuck, nigga what?
Mustard on the beat so you know they gettin' plucked
Fucked like I've been watchin' pornhub on dust
Fuck you from the back with your ass up
Pussy gettin' mashed up, smashed up, mashed like potatoes
Shake it out, aye though!
Bitch named vaughna ass stacked like legos
I just wanna fuck, fuck all that soft shit
Her nigga got limp, what's that? He got a soft dick
Her nigga can't get in, I be doin' a sit-in
Hit it form the back, smack, smack, 'til it giddy up
Her nigga broke, he ain't gettin' money, nigga broke
If I was you I'd probably fuck me too - bitch!
Girl I know you want this dick
Girl I know you want this dick
Girl I know you
Girl I know you want this dick
Girl I know you want this dick
Give it to you like bam, bam, bam, bam, bam
Give it to you like bam, bam, bam, bam, bam
Maybe I should drink the whole fifth
Niggas always eatin' on shrimp
I ain't used to smoke heavy, now I gotta keep a whole zip
Niggas always talkin' that shit
Your money don't be makin' no sense
Pull up to the hood with no tint
Niggas gotta eat, don't slip
Mustard on the beat, so don't trip
My flow just be makin' hoes sick
I fucked her last week, she cum quick
Everything you see you don't get
Every nigga ballin' ain't rich
Every nigga hatin' is a bitch
And every nigga with him ain't shit
It's lookin' like the denim gon' rip
But dom k the rapper won't quit
And dom k the rapper don't trick
On girls that can barely suck dick
She like when I watch
And on her birthday, I but my dick in her box
Girl I know you want this dick
Girl I know you want this dick
Girl I know you
Girl I know you want this dick
Girl I know you want this dick
Give it to you like bam, bam, bam, bam, bam
Give it to you like bam, bam, bam, bam, bam
Sweet daddy got dick, jm is active
Got some head off twitter, now nigga that's crackin'
I'm a baby mama killer, your bitch she can get it
You text a bitch, she be like "babe, I'm just chillin'"
My daddy was a ratchet, I sleep with the ratchet
Break a bitch back, I don't need no practice
It's broke-bitch kay, suckin' with the magnum
You ain't a rich bitch in a magnum - bop
Bop bop bleed 'em, boscoe, we bleed 'em
Fuck a basketball wife with pt and g an 'em
I'm a hood rat's hood rat - hood rat
If you need it you can get that
Fuck, back on the couch
I took a bitch down in a sec
Your bitch get around in the set
I dicked the bitch down in the set
The bitch got the set on her neck
I fucked the bitch down in the set
Girl I know you want this dick
Girl I know you want this dick
Girl I know you
Girl I know you want this dick
Girl I know you want this dick
Give it to you like bam, bam, bam, bam, bam
Give it to you like bam, bam, bam, bam, bam
yg - yo body
Do it
What up baby
I know you tired of your niggas saying
They gonna do things you know they can't
That's the shit you shouldn't tolerate
I'll tell you too I'll fucking do this shit but honestly
I know I dedicate my life to this music
But I'm trying to be there when you confiscate
See I can bring you love that everything you love
Pussy good cause you love
Now I ain't the boy you went to school with
But I can be there when you do the things you do it
And even though we just met I'm still thinking
We should do it cause it's just sex you know
In the middle of the night you know my body's feigning for you baby
Gotta call you up and let you know this is what I'm feeling baby
Body body body zero zero 24
Dazed in a museum gonna gonna gotta have some more
I know that you like it if I lay you down (if I lay you down yeah)
Cause you like if I just just let you down
I can't think about nothing else since you let me read your love
Ain't no zebra girl your body fit me like a glove
My body all over your body your body all over my body
My body all over your body it's your body baby
My body all over your body your body all over my body
My body all over your body it's your body baby
In the middle of the night you know my body's feigning for you baby
Gotta call you up and let you know this is what I'm feeling baby
Body body body zero zero 24
Dazed in a museum gonna gonna gotta have some more
I know that you like it if I lay you down (if I lay you down yeah)
Cause you like if I just just let you down
I can't think about nothing else since you let me read your love
Ain't no zebra girl your body fit me like a glove
My body all over your body your body all over my body
My body all over your body it's your body baby
My body all over your body your body all over my body
My body all over your body it's your body baby
yg - make it clap
Bend that shit over
Then make it clap
Bend that shit over
Then make it clap
Bend that shit over
Then make it clap
Bend that shit over
Then make it clap
Bend that shit over
Then make it clap
I bust a nut then take a nap
That pussy be fat
Long as the stomach
And a dick in her tummy
I make her have a stomach ache
Pussy ass tits ye I need all that
Now you say you want me on the ticks
I believe it all that
Ass like j. lo angel with the halo
Niggas act hoe but in the hood they ain't got no say so
Feeling froggy lee, nigga hit your kermit
See you in the hood, you hit the sherman
When niggas whip that dick up bitches get nervous
Treat that pussy like an enemy, bitch I murk it
Bitch shake that ass, bitch shake that ass
Nigga getting old pussy wanna rip that ass
Bend over, pin naked
I paid for then I ate it
Bend that shit over
Then make it clap
Bend that shit over
Then make it clap
Bend that shit over
Then make it clap
Bend that shit over
Then make it clap
Bend that shit over
Then make it clap
Bend that shit over
Then make it clap
Bend that shit over
Then make it clap
Bend that shit over
Then make it clap
Said she drunk too much liquor
Said she drunk too much liquor
She don't fuck with her ex
Said she drunk too much liquor
Said she drunk too much liquor
She don't fuck with her ex nigga
What that shit do done
Say that pussy bomb I say do they smell good though
We act our state 'cause we from the hood though
Your bitch ugly wouldn't fuck her if I could though
But if that pussy shaved I hit
If that pussy shaved I hit
I finna bust her then oh shit
If she bad I ain't pulling ou
If she bad I ain't pulling out
Now she telling me to pull out I'm like nah bitch!
Bitch shake that ass, bitch shake that ass
Nigga getting old pussy wanna rip that ass
Bend over, getting naked
She said I done quick, bitch I was wasted
Bend that shit over
Then make it clap
Bend that shit over
Then make it clap
Bend that shit over
Then make it clap
Bend that shit over
Then make it clap
Bend that shit over
Then make it clap
Bend that shit over
Then make it clap
Bend that shit over
Then make it clap
Bend that shit over
Then make it clap
All my ladies put your hands where your toe
And pick it up, pick it up for a stack now
All my ladies put your hands where your toe
And pick it up, pick it up for a stack now
All my ladies put your hands where your air
And do it good, do it like you don't care now
All my ladies put your hands where your air
And do it, do it, do it like you don't care now
Bend that shit over
Then make it clap
Bend that shit over
Then make it clap
Bend that shit over
Then make it clap
Bend that shit over
Then make it clap
Bend that shit over
Then make it clap
Bend that shit over
Then make it clap
Bend that shit over
Then make it clap
Bend that shit over
Then make it clap
yg - bpt
[Hook]
Nigga, I'm from BPT
(West Side x4)
TTP
(What block? x4)
400, Spruce Street
(What y'all doin'? x4)
Nigga, kill off all beef
[Verse 1]
I?m a Westside get brackin' in the back like what?s happnin'
That 40 Glock snap like Insta, ain't no need for a caption
I got put on by four niggas, wasn't need for no bandage
I did my stuff like a young nigga, that's how I'm s'posed to handle it
'Hamad threw a right, duck, hit him with the left, bop-bop!
Two to the chin, bop! One to the chest
One to the ribs, the haymaker didn't connect
Dropped him but didn't stomp him cause that's disrespect, woo!
That's how I got put on
Tree Top Bompton, yeah I got put on
It was hard in the hood
I was rappin', my homies sellin' hard in the hood
I know Game from cedar block, Dom from the West
[?] and Pac [?]
Just got a call, the homies just got bust on
Niggas gotta go, we can't hold on
[Hook]
[Verse 2]
I was in the county with lions, most of these rappers be lyin'
Cause when I seen 'em, they be quiet, the definition of silence
That's a principal of proof, the definition of logic
That this nigga is bitch, every chance he get he's dodgin'
I brought back this West Coast shit
And this the mothafuckin' thanks I get?
All the licks I split, from the houses I hit
They brought him more cases in jail but a nigga ain't snitch
That's how it's s'posed to go down
Held it down, didn't nobody else go down
Give you a blind date, have my bitch pick you up
Then have one of my Top members stick you up
I know Nipsey from 60, C-Hood from 10-4
Tiny Bone from 40 Crip, that?s my kinfolk
My whole family tried to save me but it didn't work
Momma know I've been bangin' lately, nigga
yg - do it to ya
[Hook: Teeflii]
Annie, girl, let's play house
And you can show me what that's 'bout
Girl, nobody beat the pussy up like me
Who you know that beat the pussy up like me?
Girl, I'm gonna lay you on your back
Bam-bam, beat it like that
I'mma do it to ya, do it to ya
I'mma do it to ya, if you, if you let me
Girl, I'll do it to ya, I'll do it to ya
Girl, I'll do it to ya, do it to ya
Eat it, beat it, bang like ah!
[Verse 1: YG]
I know you had a long day baby, I know!
The 9 to 5 shift probably seem like all day baby
You're 'bout your money so you're probably working overtime huh?
Cause that minimum wage just ain't enough
Long as you're getting it, more power to ya
Make a nigga that got it wanna to give it to ya
Long as you're not sitting up on your ass
That'll make a real man say hallelujah!
You got a son and you're raising him by yourself
You need a real one in your life
It ain't no probably, it's obvious that
Your baby daddy didn't do you right
I got a mama, girl I know how to treat a woman
I like dessert, girl I know to eat a woman
Lay with it, then play with it, I beat it up
I know I'm sinning but before I eat it I'll say my grace in it
What?
[Hook]
[Verse 2: YG]
I'm going down on you first
The real definition of down to earth
I ain't the one you ask to buy you a purse
I'm the one to make your insides hurt
From the back with your face in the pillow
From that position I know that you can only take a little
But missionary she can take the whole thang
It's so good I have her screaming out my government name
And she ain't never got to tell me how she want it
I'm a real one baby, I'm already knowing
She said her nigga's shit's weak
Cause he ain't make her nut and they was fucking 'til the morning
You know it fire when she's telling you to nut in her
But I'm a nigga, I'm thinking something up with her
I know the homies might think a nigga's krazy
But you could fuck around and have my first baby
What?
[Hook]
[Verse 3]
I said face down ass up
That's the way we likes to fuck
Do my dirt on the low
That's the way shit's 'sposed to go
But I be tryna hit it right at the wrong time
I said it's yours, you say it's mine, Shit we both lying
We both tryna 69 and some more time
My girl tryna FaceTime hitting both lines
[Skit]
Meanwhile, while YG is fucking his side bitch
His main bitch is creepin' on the low
Typical nigga shit!
yg - cali living
I got my top down in my whip
Her hair blowing in the wind
I got my shades on cause I'm bent
She rolling up with no steam
I got my louis bag duffled up, fuck with the squad
And throw it up I got my top down speakers bump
See me when I pull it up
I got my top down in my whip
Her hair blowing in the wind
I got my shades on cause I'm bent
She rolling up with no steam
I got my louis bag duffled up, fuck with the squad
And throw it up I got my top down speakers bump
See me when I pull it up
Gucci bag with a louis belt, you know
I keep the glock by the stash in the shelf
Your money too short nigga use an l
Seen you the other day you was looking
Like you could use some help
Just got to check for the shot now
Up in the store blow all the stock down
My mixtape dropped to hot now
Oh thats the bitch you wanna knock down
Yeah I'm a fly nigga, but this comp town
Disrespect the clique and get knocked up
If you cut back, chip in, one of your bulls gettin knocked down
(Ayee) I am a fly nigger, I am a fly nigger
Ate some palmate, keep it pressy, yeah thats my nigga
Sippin on 40, just bought a 40
I am fucking with his bitch she say she 40
Told her I aced the minute she stayed
Shit proly cause she eating that rolly
Got an issue nigger come press us
Grandma said a look goin bless us
We ain't no students don't test us
Cause that 9 bust more than my left nut
All my niggas with the extras
Like movie clips and 400 dollar air max
Flight club or the diamond store on... (ayye)
I got my top down in my whip
Her hair blowing in the wind
I got my shades on cause I'm bent
She rolling up with no steam
I got my louis bag duffled up, fuck with the squad
And throw it up I got my top down speakers bump
See me when I pull it up
I got my top down in my whip
Her hair blowing in the wind
I got my shades on cause I'm bent
She rolling up with no steam
I got my louis bag duffled up, fuck with the squad
And throw it up I got my top down speakers bump
See me when I pull it up
This money pursue that
You the man I never knew that
I walked up, my car starts
She asks me how you do that (uhh)
Nino brown to the new jacks
Head nigga of the new school, but I'm in another class
Spend old money on my new school
Yeah 2 hoes thats 3 bottles
Don't call if you don't swallow
Cute girls that roll weed, yeah thats my type of roll models
Yg thats four figures
Niggers making six figure, we got all the bitches niggas
You got all the bitch niggas
Pusha inc. Get opm
Tell em come and get with us
Versace pillows everywhere, nigga come sit with me
I'm not really flossing, I'm just talking what I sing
Its not every day you're stuffing 20 thousand in your jeans
I make music, I make money
Don't let nothing come between
I drink head not norline, I get fresh like its routine
Yeah she know I do my thing, cuz I'm a legend on the west (uhh)
If you are gonna bring your gun, just make sure you got your vest
I got my top down in my whip
Her hair blowing in the wind
I got my shades on cause I'm bent
She rolling up with no steam
I got my louis bag duffled up, fuck with the squad
And throw it up I got my top down speakers bump
See me when I pull it up
I got my top down in my whip
Her hair blowing in the wind
I got my shades on cause I'm bent
She rolling up with no steam
I got my louis bag duffled up, fuck with the squad
And throw it up I got my top down speakers bump
See me when I pull it up
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