Aminé – SUGARPARENTS Lyrics

[Hook: Aminé]
I could be a sugar daddy, but I’d rather not
That’s how I keep my money, baby, I got me a lot
I could be a sugar daddy, but I’d rather not
That’s how I keep my money, baby, I got me a lot

[Verse 1: Aminé]
Shawty want a first class flight on a jet
I put her on Spirit if she can, South West
Look baby I ain’t one of these oldheads
If you give me Blac Chyna I’ma leave you on read
My money is my money so I put it in my sock
Here’s some advice bitch, go get a job
Shawty can’t stand me, even with ten toe
That’s why she got a cash app and a Venmo
I’m Mike, Bad, Thriller, nigga
Dirty Diana’s always in my dresser
La de da de da da da da da da
I’m the hubby bebopa undercover
I got racks on racks on racks
And you know that’s facts on facts on facts
Golddiggers want an all access pass
So she give me all access to that ass

[Hook: Rico Nasty]
I could be a sugar momma, but I’d rather not
That’s how I keep my money, baby, I got me a lot
I could be a sugar momma, but I’d rather not
That’s how I keep my money, baby, I got me a lot (a lot!)

[Verse 2: Rico Nasty]
Sex sells, spend it on my retail
You gotta pay attention to the details
Always money when I check my email
Hotel by the seashore, got plenty seashells
I ain’t got time for the he say she say
I just bought my own car and I ain’t lease it
I can spend it on you but I ain’t easy
He want me to buy him shoes, he ain’t worth shoestrings
When I get into the show let me pull a few strings
Put the boy on game, he could learn a few things
Every old nigga talk the same old game
Selfish with my money and that shit won’t change
You would think he went to school with the head game
I’ma let him break the rules if the head straight
But I’m good, I don’t really need the deadweight
I don’t really need the deadweight, for real

[Hook: Aminé & Rico Nasty]
We could be your sugar parents, but we’d rather not
We got a lot of money, baby, I know you wanna rock
We could be your sugar parents, but we’d rather not
We got a lot of money, baby, I know you wanna rock

K.A.A.N. – Stillness Lyrics

[Intro]
Yes Lawd, Nawledge!

[Verse 1]

See i got nothing but love for ya, that’s all we spreading to em
I swear i can’t complain feel like i’m highly favored
I’ve seen compression the press forward pushing myself applying pressure from every angle trying to cover my bases
I’m making sure we straight over time as i double check it don’t get it twisted like you chubby checker
I’m tryna, see the world on a tour bus double decker’d upper echelon no regular with no one next to us
Me myself and i on some fly shit refuse to act like refuse to act like i’m apart of some basis we breaking ties
Never saving face for the sake of saving a lie its the truth and the truth is real so that’s all that we serve to them
Independent i’m on my own while they sign like some servants hydroplane when i write it the way i curve with the cursive assert my services separate lyrics should serve the melodies i’m more concerned with messages than memorizing how i feel
This is real no cubic zirconia a flawless diamond in the rough Dirty Diana princess cut a standing ovation round of applause they need to give it up
Leave them severely scared like a scab if they ever pick at us
That last line wasn’t deep but i bet it still connected or hovers over your center lobe like a head dress
And holy matrimony pull the vale up and see your future i passed the litmus test on every level leave me lone
I need space every beats a peace of cheese cake ill take a pickers dozen handle business never delay for peat sake i’m regressing to my old ways press the pen to paper i’m preparing for the long race

A marathon if you will i got the stamina endurance to endure a deplorable situation
My steady need to believe
This that Oh La Oh Veto!! There go that sound again

I’ve realize its not what you say but the way you say it my epiphany cause its not the game its the way I play it respect is everything don’t you ever forget

You need to get up get out and get something (uh, huh)
You need to get up get out and get something (uh, huh)
Don’t let the days of yo life pass by (Oh, Nah)
Don’t let the days of yo life pass by (Oh, Nah)
Don’t let the days of yo life pass b (Oh, Nah)

[Verse 2]

Now keep your eyes on the prize and never take em off it
Marginalize every win and learn from the loses
This game is risk and reward but i’m never wary at war i’m unorthodox my rapport is rather brass and incredible
Autobiographical lines they more than legible pushing on this underground rail road feel like Harriet Tubman moving on a speed boat my main next post is moving into yo geographical grid

Coming to a home near you god willing true spilling all up in yo jaw when i fill it
No Anastasia needed my procedure is quick yo vanity facetious and pretentious you dig
I think we got it on lock but we could always improve gotta excel and succeed sold separately
Ya lack of attention to detail is revealing to me it says one of two things your a novice or lazy but baby
They they either blind or crazy i guarantee that ill make it excuses are for the week or the faint at heart but i’m neither
Refuse to be like all of these has-beens they had it at some point but lost it awhile ago
A lack of preparation is the reason you fail no one to blame but yourself when you fall and never get back up
Just keep a level headed focus but don’t ever give up

Nah i said don’t ever give up

Nawl, Nawledge!

Tyga – Gucci Snakes (feat. Desiigner)

Gah-gah-gah-hah
Gah-gah-gah-brrrah
(I just spent 10 bands at Gucci-Gucci, yeah)
Gah-gah-gah-grah
(I just spent 10 bands at Gucci-Gucci, hah)
Gah-gah-gah-hah
High Fashion, all my niggas wylin’ (Niggas wylin’)
What’s the difference between a Rolls Royce
And a Bentley truck? Bout ‘100, 000
Down, Dirty Diana
Rockin’ Gucci, dirty Fanta, these days
High fashion, all my niggas wylin’
What’s the difference between a Rolls-Royce and a Bentley nigga?
‘Bout 100, 000
She a groupie, Dirty Diana
We rockin’ Gucci, drinkin’ Dirty Fanta
Diamonds flooded
Holy water blessed me like our father
Witness my faith, burned believers die, make you a martyr
Keep a laser, Han Solo, snakes slither, I’m focused
Add it up nigga, add it up
Bag it up, what’s the fuckin’ total?
I just opened new accounts (I see the snakes)
No piggy bank, just large amounts (I see the snakes)
I just switched the license plate
My lawyer said that I beat the case (I’m gonna beat the case)
Ruby Tuesdays Wraith
Arm and Hammer, Maybach leather
Cocaine on her face, we just made a triple X movie
Payrolls in the safe
Indoor jacuzzi, outdoor jacuzzi
She gon’ pop that coochie
‘Cause I just spent 10 bands at Gucci (I spent 10 bands at Gucci)
I just spent 10 bands at Gucci (I spent 10 bands at Gucci)
I just spent 10 bands at Gucci, I see the snakes
I smashed off playin’ Gucci in my new Wraith
I just spent 10 bands at Gucci (I spent 10 bands at Gucci)
I just spent 10 bands at Gucci (I spent 10 bands at Gucci)
I just spent 10 bands at Gucci, I see the snakes
I smashed off playin’ Gucci in my new Wraith
High fashion, all my niggas wylin’
What’s the difference between a Rolls-Royce and a Bentley Truck?
‘Bout 100, 000
Down, Dirty Diana
Rockin’ Gucci, dirty Fanta
I don’t trust nobody, I don’t trust nobody
Sea full of pirhanas, if you loyal watch my lawyers
I just paid my mama’s mortgage, put that on everything
Pinky rings on every ring, when you see me go bling-bling
Real shit I’m so honest (I see the snakes)
Sunset on my Pac shit (I see the snakes)
Tattoos in the videos (I see the snakes)
Desiigner, lookin’ like a Gucci store
Paparazzi flash, snappin’ bitches, bouncin’ that ass
Rockin’ platinum
You barely platinum, I’m just countin’ my cash
I just spent a rack on sushi
Just gave away all my Louie (And got it Gucci)
I just spent 10 bands at Gucci (I spent 10 bands Gucci)
I just spent 10 bands at Gucci (I spent 10 bands Gucci)
I just spent 10 bands at Gucci, I see the snakes
I smashed off playin’ Gucci in my new Wraith
I just spent 10 bands at Gucci (I spent 10 bands Gucci)
I just spent 10 bands at Gucci (I spent 10 bands Gucci)
I just spent 10 bands at Gucci, I see the snakes
I smashed off playin’ Gucci in my new Wraith
High fashion, all my niggas wylin’
What’s the difference between a Rolls-Royce and a Bentley Truck?
‘Bout 100, 000
Down, Dirty Diana
Rockin’ Gucci, dirty Fanta
High fashion, all my niggas wylin’
What’s the difference between a Rolls-Royce and a Bentley Truck?
‘Bout 100, 000
Down, Dirty Diana
Rockin’ Gucci, dirty Fanta
Rockin’ Gucci, rockin’ Gucci, I rock Gucci
And smoke weed on Melrose
And I know it, it’s that aroma
Dirty Diana, rockin’ Gucci with dirty Fanta
Chopper be God given
You get it hard nigga now niggas dead ahh
Shoot with the dope dealers
You can chill and get hit with the wrong niggas
Try to kill everybody, rob niggas
Everybody ridin’ ’round strong nigga
What you know nigga
Try to pick up a Harlem nigga
You gettin’ Harlem Diddy
Chopper ran nigga
He want damage
Big boy ran nigga
Big boy ran nigga
Fuck with the savages
Everybody ridin’ ’round getting gold
Fuck a bitch in the face and we in Bronx
Had to buy a Bugatti, the newer cars
Fuck nigga dead nigga
Fuck nigga stand nigga
Bitch gon’ wham me
Bitch gon’ head me
Bitch gon’ jam me
Everybody ridin’ ’round gettin’ gold
I just spent 10 bands at Gucci
I just spent 10 bands at Gucci
I just spent 10 bands at Gucci
I just spent 10 bands at Gucci
High fashion, all my niggas wylin’
What’s the difference between a Rolls-Royce and a Bentley Truck?
‘Bout 100, 000
Down, Dirty Diana
Rockin’ Gucci, dirty Fanta