Rkm Legend – Grammy Lyrics

[Intro: RKM Legend & ItzzAce]
Ace what up man
You already know what it is man
Mo city man
Bands
Glen 5 Man
Aw yeah
Yeah

[Hook: RKM Legend]
Workin’ that O.T
This for the Grammy
This is for LMT
This For Da City
Workin’ that O.T
This for the Grammy
This is for LMT
This For Da City

[Verse 1: RKM Legend]
All i wanted was a 100 million dollars
They crossed over just like a male stylist
I don’t even understand these niggas
They did me wrong now they back
Yeah figures
Don’t point the gun if you ain’t go pull the trigger
Gotta V wit me just like I’m Uncle Phillip
You ratted on me so you know the deal yeah
Can’t say it cuz the feds Listening
Yeah
I gotta meeting that’s overseas
I have no limit like master P
Wit the dance moves yea i feel like Z
I might pull up at first colony
Drop the top i wanna all to see
All by myself no security
Lil Wayne i want serenity
Goddamn

[Hook: RKM Legend]
Workin’ that O.T
This for the Grammy
This is for LMT
This For Da City
Workin’ that O.T
This for the Grammy
This is for LMT
This For Da City

[Verse 2: ItzzAce]
Yeah Yeah
Boy I’m cooking
(What) (Yea)
In the kitchen boy my mama got me cooking damn
(Yea)
It cost 10 K just to book me it do
(Damn)
It cost 20 K just to hook me
(Damn)
Want me on yo song pay the feature
Yo bitch gave me Keys like Alicia
She say that I’m shallow I say deeper
You can tell yo bitch ion need her
I’m in the club man rolling up that duce (ay) (ay) yeah boy yeah i say f**k your truce pulling bitches like a snag-tooth
Man I’m the truth knock the pussy out the park you can call my Babe Ruth
I’m in the game ain’t no stopping me
(Yea)
Bopping like I’m Kodak
They going flock to me
I’m on that diet i need that broccoli
I’m strapped up so you ain’t no popping me
You be hitting licks difference is my niggas hit them bricks hit the pot pass the spoon man that assist like
Woe woe
We back on the road
Woe woe
We doing these shows
Woe woe
I’m glitter in Gold
Woe woe
We f**king these hoes Goddamn

[Hook: RKM Legend]
Aw Yeah
Workin’ that O.T
This for the Grammy
This is for LMT
This For Da City
Workin’ that O.T
This for the Grammy
This is for LMT
This For Da City

Lil Wayne – HYFR (Hell Ya Fucking Right) (feat. Drake)

All my exes live in Texas like I’m George Strait
Or they go to Georgia State where
Tuition is handled by some random nigga that live in Atlanta
That she only see when she feels obligated
Admitted it to me the first time we dated
But she was no angel, and we never waited
I took her for sushi, she wanted to fuck
So we took it to go, told them don’t even plate it
And we never talk too much after I blew up
Just only ‘hello’ or ‘happy belated’
And I think I text her and told her I made it
And that’s when she text me and told me she prayed it
And that’s when I text her and told her I love it
And right after texting, told her I’m faded
She asked
What have I learned since getting richer
I learned working with the negatives could make for better pictures
I learned Hennessey and enemies is one hell of a mixture
Even though it’s fucked up, girl, I’m still fucking wit ya
Damn, is it the fall
Time for me to revisit the past
It’s women to call
There’s albums to drop, there’s liquor involved
There’s stories to tell, we been through it all
Interviews are like confessions
Get the fuck up out my dressing room, confusing me with questions
Like

Do you love this shit?
Are you high right now?
Do you ever get nervous?
Are you single?
I heard you fucked your girl, is it true?
You getting money? You think them niggas you with is wit’ you?
And I say

Hell yeah
Hell yeah, hell yeah
Fuckin’ right
Fuckin’ right, all right
(And we say) Hell yeah
Hell yeah, hell yeah
Fuckin’ right
Fuckin’ right, all right

So much for being optimistic
They say love is in the air, so I
Hold my breath until my face turn purple
Keep a few bad bitches in my circle
My nuts hang like ain’t no curfew
Bitch if you wave, then I will surf you
I flew jet, she flew commercial
But we still met, later that night
After my session, she came over
I was aggressive, and she was sober
I gave her pills
She started confessing and started undressing
And ask me to hold her
And so I did, but that was last month
And now she’s texting me, asking for closure
Damn
She say this shit gon’ catch up to me
I keep tissue paper
We eat each other whenever we at the dinner table
She say she hate that she love me
And she wish I was average
Shit, sometimes I wish the same
And I wish she wasn’t married
Promises, I hope I never break ’em
Met a female dragon, had a fire conversation but
Interviews are like confessions
Get the fuck up out my bedroom confusing me with questions like

Do you love this shit?
Are you high right now?
Do you ever get nervous?
Are you single?
I heard you fucked your girl, is it true?
You getting money? You think them niggas you with is wit’ you?

Hell yeah
Hell yeah, hell yeah
Fuckin’ right
Fuckin right, all right
(And we say) Hell yeah
Hell yeah, hell yeah
Fuckin’ right
Damn right, all right

Hell yeah
Hell yeah, hell yeah
Fuckin’ right
Fuckin’ right, all right
(And we say) Hell yeah
Hell yeah, hell yeah
Fuckin’ right
Damn right, all right
Aw Yeah