Chief Keef – Germs (The W Mixtape)

[Chorus]
They be saying all I do is flirt
Fuck hoes and all I do is dirt
Man, all these niggas do is purr
I’m skrt-skrting, finna do a curb
Sit back, all you gotta do is learn
I stay trapping, all I do is earn
Your bitch went on you, ‘cause you a therm
But you can have her back, ’cause she has germs

[Verse 1]
I got big rings, I got big bank
I got chips, Lays, finna hit Chase
Eating filet mignon, aye
Living like a playa, priest to a maid
It’s all about the free, she gon’ let me skeet
She said you rollin’, we put you on your knees
I gotta bitch that look like Kelly Bundy
But then she woulda said that I was ugly

[Chorus]
They be saying all I do is flirt
Fuck hoes and all I do is dirt
Man, all these niggas do is purr
I’m skrt-skrting, finna do a curb
Sit back, all you gotta do is learn
I stay trapping, all I do is earn
Your bitch went on you, ‘cause you a therm
But you can have her back, ’cause she has germs

[Verse 2]
High baby doll, call me Ice
You are all doomed to delight
Give me some Sprite and some ice
Walked in the bank like "Hi"
Honey, I’m home
Think I’m Randy Moss, I’m going wild
She think I’m Krayzie Bone, but she gon’ let me bone
You saying this and that, but you high
I’m in LA but I’m on my fucking way to Rome
Turn a .4-0 to two tone, you know I gotta shit on em
Gotta get my poop on, I was tired of driving trucks
Had to get my coupe on, I started with one verse
Had to get my two on

[Chorus]
They be saying all I do is flirt
Fuck hoes and all I do is dirt
Man, all these niggas do is purp
I’m skrt-skrting, finna do a curb
Sit back, all you gotta do is learn
I stay trapping, all I do is earn
Your bitch went on you, ‘cause you a therm
But you can have her back, ’cause she has germs

Ace Hood – Hustle Hard Remix Lyrics (ft. Rick Ross & Lil Wayne)

ACE HOOD
Hustle Hard Remix Lyrics (ft. Rick Ross & Lil Wayne)

[Ace Hood]
(Hustle, hustle, hustle, hustle,)

[Chorus]
Same old shit, just a different day
out here tryna get it, each and every way
momma need a house
baby need some shoes
times are getting hard
guess what I’mma do

Hustle, hustle, hustle, hard
Hustle, hustle, hustle, hard
Hustle, hustle, hustle, hard

Closed mouths don’t get fed on this boulevard

[Ace Hood – Verse 1]
Okay, I’m booked out until August
Show money deposits
See the shit then I cop it
got but a house note in my pocket
I’m on south beach with the top off
Bad bitch and her ass soft
Something outta that catalogue
She introduced to that lock jaw
and I think her name was Lisa
Or maybe it was Sheila
My chevy sittin’ too high
I call that Wiz Khalifa
And I’m all about the new Franklins
Aint talkin’ Aretha
Bitch my league too major
I’m hiphop Derek Jeter
And I’m still feeling my pockets
Big bass and its knocking
Yeah this be the remix
But still ride around with that rocket
I’ll go walking back to my household
“We The best” be the logo
Hundred grand for that neck glow
All about the dinero
N-gga flow so retarded
we be getting gnarley
Oh Kimosabe, it be me, Ross, Weezy party cause its the

Same old shit, just a different day
Out here tryna get it, each and every way
Momma need a house
Baby need some shoes
Times are getting hard
Guess what I’mma do

Hustle, hustle, hustle, hard
Hustle, hustle, hustle, hard
Hustle, hustle, hustle, hard

Closed mouths don’t get fed on this boulevard

[Rick Ross]
24′s on my Beemer
You never know when I slide up
19 in my nina, red dot when I ride up
Hundred deep in that K.O.D
King Of Diamonds thats me n-gga
No you bitches can’t get my beat
Choppers only thing free n-ggas
Step to me and I teach you
Somebody text his picture
Straight drop in my
Ace knocking my speakers
Last night I counted 1 mill
This morning 150
P-ssy n-ggas can’t count me out, don’t make me hurt ya feelings, ah
V12 ?, jet blue, forget it
Rolex embedded with princess and baguettes

Same old brick, but’s it’s different yay
Yeah thats candy paint, On my 7 Tre

[Lil Wayne]
Same old sh-t, just a different day
Out here tryna get it, each and every way
Momma need a house, baby need some shoes
Times are getting hard, guess what we gon do

Hustle, hustle, hustle, hard
Hustle, hustle, hustle, hard
Hustle, hustle, hustle, hard

[Ace Hood]
Closed mouths don’t get fed on this boulevard

[Lil Wayne]
Ok, now, black card in my pocket
Riding round in that gotti
Pistol off my boxers
I aint got time to be boxing
Got a red bone she look tropic
If she f-ck me right then she shopping
Young money we poppin’
I eat these rappers, Anthony Hopkins
See that V-neck, thats Polo
Grilled up like Ocho
Chuck Taylors with no socks
You n-ggas chicken, pollo
N-gga live in Sundays, King of Diamonds Monday
Swagger just dumb, call it Kelly Bundy
Got a big house with a back yard, fish tank with sharks in it
Real n-gga I’m authentic
I’ll f-ck the bitches ’til she short winded
Got a bad bitch who be bartending
Couple homies that gang bang
I get on anybody track and hit that bitch with that Wayne train
Free my n-gga T.I
SooWoo to the beehive
Got a G6 and a G5
You p-ssy n-ggas you feline
Don’t stop the party, we be getting gnarley
Oh kimosabe, I’m with Mack, ? and Marley

Cause its the same old sh-t, just a different day
Out here tryna get it, each and every way
Momma need a house, baby need some shoes
For that Carter IV, bitch, it’s coming soon

[Ace Hood]
Same old sh-t, just a different day
out here tryna get it, each and every way
momma need a house
baby need some shoes
times are getting hard
guess what I’mma do

Cassidy on Flex | Freestyle #034 Lyrics

Yo look
I ball but I ain’t got a locker
I just got a lot of work
A lot of perks got wild loud and a lot of choppas
I got a shotta on my call list
I seen akee eat some akee and the eyeballs out the saltfish
That boy sick
He will grip the jon and fire at your grill till it’s hot enough to make some jerk chicken on
Before the spliff is gone, I’m gon stop at the buzz spot
This J making me feel Jamaican
What the bloodclatt
I’m from a drug block where niggas let them slugs pop
Mean mug cops
Catch a case, get the judge shot
I love gwop, I use to hug blocks
Now I’m the plug Ack
Like the shit that make the water in the tub stop
Flex, we play robbers and robbers with never love cops
You rat, cats will shoot you in your face like a mug shot
Turn you to a ghost when them slugs shot
Oh the doc got to use stitches and bolts to make the blood stop
I’m married with children, I need hella money
That’s why my work is moving Kelly Bundy by the dub rock
Just got in some loud and I’ll make the bud pop
It got red hair like peggy
My eyes blood shot
I got a zip in the glove box
A streak piff that’s prettier than Vivica before she got the face lift
I cook street bricks
Took out of state trips
Hustled, did it on some muscle on some get in shape shit
I look great, push weight
But I ain’t never weight lift
I exercise rocking that heavy, watching that bracelet
My outta date shit is on some out of space shit
To find somebody doper, hope a nigga got a spaceship
Banana shape clip
Food for a 8 clip
You assed out like a Baboon if I go ape shit
My gorillas on some punch you in the face shit
Street fist, right now and they prolly beating down on somebody
When they found your body you was kinda drowsy
Cuz I got a man to knock your ass out even quicker than Ronda Rowsey
When swizz say it’s show time, I’m ready
Cuz I put in time already
2017 mine already, facts

Funkmaster Flex starts talking

Hold on, Funkmaster Flex
I’m cooking like a master chef
If fift or floyd give Cass a check?
I’ll beat a boy half to death
Grab his neck, punch him with the hand fast as heck
Until he bleed and he can’t breathe, tryna gasp for breathe
Off top, get shot or stabbed to death
The only favor that I’m giving out to haters is a fast to death
You gon need to pass the next
Your body is what the paster blessed
Bastard, now you in a casket dressed the way the paster dressed, ha
You a nut tryna float around
So when I see you dick heads it’s going down
Like after sex
I bought the Bentley before I cashed the check
Now I’m tryna decide if Imma buy the Bimmer, bendz or Aston next
Shut down the parking lot, before I drove it off the lot
I told em take off the top
That bitch half undressed
Gambling with your life, a nasty bet so play your cards right
Or you know the deal
I’ll cut you like half the deck
You better have a shuffle game or knuckle game
I’m only like a buck and change
But I don’t play no fucking games
We ain’t cut the same
Your hoe told me we don’t fuck the same
I got my dick sucked, came
Left a couple cover stains
ha

Funkmaster Flex starts talking

Yo
I told you I got my dick sucked, came
Left a couple cover stains
Every flow on the radio sound the fuck the same
Yup young such and such
Sound like lil what’s a name
But with us ain’t nothing changed
I’m about to level up
Got back with swizz, that nigga lit my whole bezzle up
Yo when it snow, tryna shovel suck
Cuz all I see is dead rappers every time I pick a shovel up
Dig me? I shine like the sun do
Son I been sonned you, plus I look younger than your son do
The all the war I was taught before by sun tzu
I hold bread and hang around old heads who guns knew

Funkmaster Flex starts talking

I don’t fight for it, you get left there just like a one two

Funkmaster Flex starts talking

Or I could tell e like this flex,
I signed my first deal in 2000 I was 17
Now it’s 2017, that was 17 years ago
You hear the flow
I put together schemes
Your life a movie, my life a movie
It just got better scenes
Sometimes the dirtiest people could seem very clean
The doc cheated on Coretta Scott we could better bean