Preme – Light Skinned Keisha Speaks lyrics

[Interlude: Light Skin Keisha]
So I’ont know who told these bitches that it was or cool or whatever the case may be
To take a picture of a nigga while he sleepin’
You know I’m sayin’, while he’s not alert or whatever the fuckin’ case may be
Like you know I’m sayin’, like first of all bitch
If ain’t nobody told you, I’ll be the first to tell you
Okay believe I’d be the first to tell you that you lame
You corny, you stupid
‘Cause first of all bitch, look if you had any chances of seein’ this nigga again
You can cancel that with you groupie ass
Like, don’t nobody got time for that
Like this, this nigga didn’t know that was goddamn bringin’ a damn
Paparazzi around
Like, damn bitch you know I’m sayin’
Like you ruinin’ this shit for bitches
And yeah fellas y’all just gotta reconsider, the type of bitches that y’all bring around
Like know that every bitch can’t hang, every bitch not cool
Some bitches really do be on that lame shit
Bitches can’t wait to name drop and tell a bitch I been with so and so
Look, look, look, look, look, look
This who I did and I got proof
A bitch can’t wait like, you just gotta chill you know I’m sayin’
Be careful, be careful, you feel me

Preme – Loaded (feat. YG) lyrics

Used to kick down the front door, now the door open
Ooh, we don’t fuck with the opps, baby tryna fuck up the knots
Oh, and if you fuck up tonight, we gon’ have to jack off the Glock
I’m just tryna cop a house in the hills, couple mills
Can I live?, big steak on the grill
In the safe half a mill, [P Reign] 4 hundred
OVO 4 hundred, six side so trill

[Hook: Preme]
Fuck all them niggas they dodging
All of them bitches is my bitches
All of my niggas is mobbing
[?]
We loaded
Fuck all them niggas, my niggas is loaded
We loaded
Fuck, man we get it, we loaded
Fuck all them niggas we mobbing
I turn from your bitch to my bitch
And a nigga gon’ try shit
Listen lil nigga go backwards
We loaded
Fuck all them niggas, my niggas is loaded
We loaded
Fuck, man we get it, we loaded [Verse 1: Preme]
Both middle fingers to the force
I just left port in a Porsche
And I always chose money over war
Still ready for the beef but don’t talk to the pork
Just a young nigga from the way getting paid
We been living but I die for the homies any day
And they love me from the 6 to the Bay
Roll a nigga over in the Rolls if he in the way
I’m loaded, racked up loaded
Back up nigga, I’m way too frozen
Hundred pill rolling bet she love me by the morning
A-list bitch but her name ain’t important
If they buy a brick in my city I import it
Would shout out my connect but the feds might quote it
No 9 to 5 cause that shit look boring
New whip, new bitch and them hoes both foreign
Woah, middle fingers to the cops
Bitch I’m the boss on my block
My little bro changed since the day he got shot
Bandana and the hammer now we look like Pac
Just trying to make a million with this pen, get my niggas out the pen
Build a dozen niggas [?] and I do this shit again
Man I only got brothers, I ain’t never had friends
Getting dollars with them niggas that ain’t never had cents
Oh no

[Hook: Preme]
Fuck all them niggas they dodging
All of them bitches is my bitches
All of my niggas is mobbing
[?]
We loaded
Fuck all them niggas, my niggas is loaded
We loaded
Fuck, man we get it, we loaded
Fuck all them niggas we mobbing
I turn from your bitch to my bitch
And a nigga gon’ try shit
Listen lil nigga go backwards
We loaded
Fuck all them niggas, my niggas is loaded
We loaded
Fuck, man we get it, we loaded

[Verse 2: YG]
No white T’s anymore, they don’t check ID’s anymore
Got a bitch named Christian Dior, cause all the bitch wear is Christian Dior
Catch a nigga ridin’ by myself
Got the nine on me, I ain’t really ridin’ by myself
I don’t need help, I count mine by myself
On a mission to the money, I designed by myself
I’m loaded, racked up loaded
Backup nigga, watch how I blow this
This shit come and go, hocus pocus
Gotta keep a hundred some plays in motion
She tryna fuck all day and get loaded
I wanna fuck two, but I’m tryna get focused
Million dollars in there, what a nigga grossing?

Preme – Loaded (Interlude) lyrics

I’ve seen 357’s
I seen 12 gauge shot guns
I’ve seen 12 gauge on pumps [?]
I seen 45 military special with clip on the street
I seen fucking Thompsons, damn Thompson I’ve seen it [?]
I’ve seen hand grenades
I’ve seen beer can bazookas made
Damn things hit you just as getting hit with a gun
I’ve seen 22 zip guns, I’ve seen 38 zip guns
I’ve seen-I’ll tell you
This about things that you’d think you’d never see on the street I’ve seen
I’ve seen dynamite on the street
I’ve seen all of this
And you’d be surprised man
Pretty soon they’re gonna steal the damn atom bomb

Preme – No Defeat lyrics

to me in hell, I landed on my feet
Balenciaga sneaks, if it’s beef, we ain’t gon’ tweet
Ain’t no peace, if you feeling froggy, leap
We keep the streets sweeped, only serve to make ’em lean
She said I taste like candy, I trick for treats
We been fuckin’ 7 days, she got me weak
First time I fell in love was with a fiend
‘Cause I was seventeen first time I made some green
Freedom of speech ’til you niggas mention Preme
Then it’s 9’s to your back, puttin’ jerseys on your team
Bow bow, ay

[Chorus]
That my hoe, so she gon’ fuck
That my dog, so he gon’ buck
And fuck them niggas, ain’t got no trust
And fuck them bitches, ain’t got no love
That my hoe, so she gon’ fuck
That my dog, so he gon’ buck
And fuck them niggas, ain’t got no trust
And fuck them bitches, ain’t got no love

[Verse 2]
No defeat, no retreat
You lay a finger on my keys and get deleted
Everybody vegan now, don’t want no beef
Looking like a hundred bricks a week, shout out Meech
You niggas got a problem with the kid, then come and see me
Man, fuck that nigga, he a weenie
‘Member no cable, fixing antennas on the TV
I ain’t hungry, boy, I’m greedy
Save my bullets, give ’em beating
Wore all my chains at once, too much, got a hunch
Know the back reign, boy, you fumble and you lunch
And can’t no change change us, if there ain’t no money, hang up
She brought a friend to play D, I hit that 3 and laid up
I’m drinking Henny with a twist, that my shit
Heard y’all just got married, congrats, that’s still my bitch
Heard y’all bought a crib, congrats, that’s on my wrist
Way she sucking dick gon’ make a nigga tat her lips

[Chorus]
That my hoe, so she gon’ fuck
That my dog, so he gon’ buck
And fuck them niggas, ain’t got no trust
And fuck them bitches, ain’t got no love
That my hoe, so she gon’ fuck
That my dog, so he gon’ buck
And fuck them niggas, ain’t got no trust
And fuck them bitches, ain’t got no love [Chorus]
That my hoe, so she gon’ fuck
That my dog, so he gon’ buck
And fuck them niggas, ain’t got no trust
And fuck them bitches, ain’t got no love
That my hoe, so she gon’ fuck
That my dog, so he gon’ buck
And fuck them niggas, ain’t got no trust
And fuck them bitches, ain’t got no love

[Verse 1]
No defeat, no retreat
You touch my C’s, I’ll cut your whole family tree
And we gon’ eat, it’s a feast
Tan coat like you landed on a beach
Cold blooded, you the coldest when you speak
This the diamonds on my teeth, I can whisper and she freaks
And ???

Preme – One Day lyrics

So let’s go meet this money so we can take the hook from the streets, the whole thug streets
Just remember what they say dawg
To whom much is given much is expected
To my baby girl, daddy will be home soon one day

[Chorus: Preme & female]
Just ’cause I’m gone doesn’t mean that I don’t love you, oh
And through this window I just wish that I could touch you, oh
And even though I’m goin’ away
I’ll home one day
I’ll be home one day
Know that I’ll be home one day All for her daughter she sells prized possessions to a stranger
Until the night he raped her
Fallowed her home
Pistol in her purse
Holdin’ her own
Still haunted by the scent of his cologne
One in his dome, she call 911 and hang up the phone, shit
Will they believe me or you? That motherfucker threw me the ball pen, son
The fuckin’ pen, bro, and told me to never come back bro
You know ah mean? That’s true talk, that’s real story, how we do it
You know ah mean? [Chorus]
Just ’cause I’m gone doesn’t mean that I don’t love you, oh
And through this window I just wish that I could touch you, oh
And even though I’m goin’ away
I’ll home one day
I’ll be home one day
Know that I’ll be home one day

[Verse 1]
Uh, reality overpowers the fiction
When we’re talking, young killers missin’ a pot to piss in
His palms itchin’ with dreams of executin’ his vision
On a mission, watch as he grips his Glock with conviction
Can you blame him? Damn, can you blame her? Can you blame him? They been hatin’ on us but I’ll be home soon dawg
One love

Know that I’ll be home one day

[Interlude 4]
I’m in the pen’ servin’ a life sentence, for a murder I didn’t commit, man
I already did 12 years strong, man
You know ah mean? With his light straining face with the ultimate ultimatum
You either starve
Play the sideline and get involved
They urge you to get a job
You gave resumes, not a call
Anything for his kid
Never cared to be rich
The thought of consequences gets dismissed when eatin’ chips
Bought that life for a murder, his momma left, he was six
Guess he a son of a gun and a son of a bitch
Homie said the smackin’ gavel’s like the smokin’ barrel
But you can hardly blame a world that ain’t hardly travel
Just know we brothers, only God can judge us
And with this music I’ma make the haters love us, that’s real

[Chorus]
Just ’cause I’m gone doesn’t mean that I don’t love you, oh
And through this window I just wish that I could touch you, oh
And even though I’m goin’ away
I’ll home one day
I’ll be home one day
Know that I’ll be home one day

[Verse 2]
Picture this
Ass, tits and hips
Nothin’ less than thick
Mac all on her lips
Top down on the whip
Barely 25, in a newest ride and her momma ain’t buy that shit
She tried high school and she quit
Hit the strip then learn to script
Met the dawg, that was it
Fell in love, had a kid
Average black ghetto male
Even broke I’m doin’ bids
Last I heard servin’ 25 to life
Shootin’ over dice
Head crack, hunnid dollar game, said he shot him twice
Tissues for the woman with the bad ammunitions
What don’t kill you gon’ build you
Just buy the pistol, I feel you
Them perverts testing your patience
If you had options you quit
But gotta see that you think
Just watchin’ tricks from this tricks
She put the pussy for rental
And a price on the dental
But if she knew her potential
That girl could be monumental
But can you blame her? True story [?] when I was 19
I’m fuckin’ 29 years old right now, man
10 years in this motherfuckin’ dawg for a murder I ain’t commit
That’s what I’m sayin’, real talk, it’s some real nigga shit
[?] you don’t understand [?]
That’s real nigga shit
‘member that time we came to trial to support me? Before this pen’ shit, I been in the streets
Been doin’ this, longtime on the road
[?] whaddup? CD
I’m callin’ right now from [?] Penitentray
I’m servin’ a double life sentence for murder
You know ah mean? [?]
Callin’ from fuckin’ Collins Bay, graduate at school
Reppin’ the way all day
Doin’ 25 for a body
You feel me? And I will be home one day
Holla

Know that I’ll be home one day

[Interlude 3]
Yo what up, it’s your boy Big C a.k.a. And cop a plea
Servin’ 25 to life for 23
And for somethin’ she ain’t tryna be
They found the fingerprints and they believe a story
Gone for homicidal robbery, damn

[Chorus]
Just ’cause I’m gone doesn’t mean that I don’t love you, oh
And through this window I just wish that I could touch you, oh
And even though I’m goin’ away
I’ll home one day
I’ll be home one day
Know that I’ll be home one day

[Bridge: Female vocals]
Away
I’ll be home one day
I’ll be home, home one day
I’ll be home
I’ll be home one day
I’ll be home
I’ll be home one day

[Chorus]
Just ’cause I’m gone doesn’t mean that I don’t love you, oh
And through this window I just wish that I could touch you, oh
And even though I’m goin’ away
I’ll home one day
I’ll be home one day
Know that I’ll be home one day

[Interlude 1]
Yo, ya already know man it’s big ol’ G, greezy motherfuckin’ money, bitch
Shout all my niggas, real niggas fuckin’ shit man
Shout out man, that nigga should be posted in here, in that motherfuckin’ cell block and shit
These niggas ain’t hear that shit, go get that motherfuckin’ body man
These niggas greezy motherfuckin’ money, you dun know man
[?] do this motherfuckin’ [?] right now
Give that nigga that motherfuckin’ bail
Fuck a bail, fuck a bail
Man, another hundred motherfuckin’ years on paper
A nigga ain’t cryin’ over that motherfuckin’ job
He won’t do, man
We the motherfucker up here, man
We the motherfucker up here, man
My niggas already told me, man
The black coffee will be well [?]

Know that I’ll be home one day

[Interlude 2]
Yo what’s goin’ on this is Bob, a.k.a. You got me? You or me?

Preme – Still Here lyrics

[Verse 1]
6AM in the 6ix
I’m still up
I’m still fucked up
Still tryna see what’s up
Still ridin’ ’round with my thugs
Still lookin’ for a way to come up
Don’t need no more of that love
Still comin’ round just ’cause
Still fuck a club with a check
Still comin’ down on your neck
Still I’m gon’ flex
Still can’t relate to the hate
Still tryna ball everyday
Still got cake
Still I’m up workin’ late
Still tryna put you on game
Still I’m gon’ play
Still gotta grind everyday
Still tryna build that safe
Lil’ nigga yeah

[Chorus]
I’m still here, I’m still here
I’m still winnin’
I’m still here, I’m still here
I’m still winnin’
I’m still livin’
I’m still here

[Verse 2]
While we all here
Let’s get one thing clear
If we ain’t talkin’ ’bout money, please get the fuck out my ear
Runnin’ from the past
Right foot sittin’ heavy on the gas
Tryna leave the bullshit in the rear
Gettin’ tired of sayin’ every year’s my year
But fuck it this year’s my year and that’s clear
A nigga been paid ‘fore I ever had a deal
Almost three strikes but I dodge that jail
Got two kids and they miss no meal
And one thing they can never say I’m not real
Zero fucks given
Always had the vision
Always been committed
Always stuck with it
My ex ain’t smoke but she drink a lil’ liquor
And had enough bread to split the bill with a nigga
I still check your moms at the bank ball lunch
Just to hear her tell me that I shoulda been the one
She ask how I’m doin’, how’s it goin’ with the music
Then I tell her I’ma prove it and my time gon’ come
And she was always down ’til I let her down
Now I’m like Pac, I just get around
Heard them new niggas got it poppin’ now
But I still run the city when I’m not in town, yeah

[Chorus]
I’m still here, I’m still here
I’m still winnin’
I’m still here, I’m still here
I’m still winnin’
I’m still livin’
I’m still here
I’m still here, I’m still here
I’m still winnin’
I’m still here, I’m still here
I’m still winnin’
I’m still livin’
I’m still here

Preme – Tango (Go) lyrics

Say you pull up in the foreign, where your Ghost? I swear the one’s that ain’t got shit, do the most
I swear the one’s that ain’t got shit, talk the most shit

[Verse 2]
The brokest nigga in the building be the loudest
Oh man, these niggas need a stylist
Call up Hazel-Ten and tell her that I sent you
Aw bae, I broke your heart, I never meant to
I call up Chubby Chubb, and find out what we into
She got an ass like Khloe and a face like Kendall
And she ballin’, you gon’ make me put some D on you
Had to foul, baby I go referee on you

[Chorus]
I done took it where they wouldn’t go
I’ve been with my niggas from the go
You was flossing all that money, where it go? You be hustling on the corner, where the dough? Say you pull up in the foreign, where your Ghost? You be hustling on the corner, where the dough? Say you pull up in the foreign, where your Ghost? I swear the one’s that ain’t got shit, do the most
I swear the one’s that ain’t got shit, talk the most shit

[Verse 1]
Like how you let them niggas slide on you
Like how you let them niggas ride on you
Your niggas with you probably bailed on you
Surprised them niggas didn’t tell on you
You looking like you got an L on you
I might go Training Day, Denzel on you
Yelling “fuck these crooked cops”, Sean Bell on you
‘Cause streets cold as ice cream, I go Pharrell on you
Woah

[Chorus]
I done took it where they wouldn’t go
I’ve been with my niggas from the go
You was flossing all that money, where it go? You be hustling on the corner, where the dough? You be flexing on the Gram, where your hoes? You be flexing on the Gram, where your hoes? You be flexing on the Gram, where your hoes? I swear the one’s that ain’t got shit, do the most
I swear the one’s that ain’t got shit, talk the most shit

[Verse 3]
I call the shots, and then the shots hit you
But niggas know it’s personal when the bucks get you
I can see it in your eyes, ain’t no heart in you
The only time you’re barking is when your dogs with you
I cut a few niggas aiming stress hits
Tafeli can’t fit no more bitches on his guest list
Fuck the pole lights, we got no rights, I need more ice
Disco bar, talking strobe lights, yelling “more life”
Woah

[Chorus]
I done took it where they wouldn’t go
I’ve been with my niggas from the go
You was flossing all that money, where it go? [Intro]
Uh
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Real, real, real, real
M-m-m-murder
Woah

[Chorus]
I done took it where they wouldn’t go
I’ve been with my niggas from the go
You was flossing all that money, where it go? Say you pull up in the foreign, where your Ghost? You be flexing on the Gram, where your hoes? You be hustling on the corner, where the dough? I swear the one’s that ain’t got shit do the most
I swear the one’s that ain’t got shit, talk the most shit

Ty Dolla $ign – Pineapple (feat. Gucci Mane & Quavo) lyrics

[Verse 1: Gucci Mane]
Yellow diamond ring on my fist like a pineapple
Shaped like a coke bottle, so I threw a dime on it
Shine on her, grind on her, I might wine and dine her
Buy the bitch designer, I’m major, they minor
Ty Dolla $ign, beach house to the trap house
She might need a chiropractor, I’ma beat her back out
Coupe yellow, watch yellow, riding ’round with Cinderella
Big booty thick, bezel, Miss Lady, got her shit together

[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
Shawty seen my wrist, said it look like pineapple
Shawty super thick, bet she taste like pineapple
Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, pineapple
Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, pineapple
Shawty seen my wrist, said it look like pineapple
Shawty super thick, bet she taste like pineapple
Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, pineapple
Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, pineapple

[Verse 2: Ty Dolla $ign]
Pineapple rover, pineapple soda
Got a thick yellow bitch, pineapple Lola
Might drive a ‘Rari, yeah, I’m coming over
Might pick you up, then bend you over
Jump out the car (skrrt), shop ’til you drop
I play guitar, yeah, Dolla rock
I know you got some good pussy, from how you walk
I’ma just hit it right now, yeah, in the parking lot

[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
Shawty seen my wrist, said it look like pineapple
Shawty super thick, bet she taste like pineapple
Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, pineapple
Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, pineapple
Shawty seen my wrist, said it look like pineapple
Shawty super thick, bet she taste like pineapple
Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, pineapple
Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, pineapple

[Verse 3: Quavo]
(Quavo)
Pineapple sweet (yeah)
Pineapple sweet, we geeked (yeah, yeah)
Fuckin’ up racks (yeah), wanna put Chanel on her feet (yeah, yeah)
Pineapple coupe with the engine (skrrt skrrt)
Pineapple souped with the Hemi
Pineapple seats, dark tinted (yeah)
Pineapple roof, roof, roof (roof)
The Patek was flooded (flooded)
The double cup muddy (muddy)
All of a sudden
Y’all niggas ballin’ and stuntin’ (yeah)
That what she wanted, (oh yeah) that what she wanted (yeah)
Ain’t no opponents (no), ball player like the Hornets (ball)

[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
Shawty seen my wrist, said it look like pineapple
Shawty super thick, bet she taste like pineapple
Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, pineapple
Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, pineapple
Shawty seen my wrist, said it look like pineapple
Shawty super thick, bet she taste like pineapple
Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, pineapple
Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, pineapple It’s Gucci! [Intro: Gucci Mane]
CashMoneyAP
Hitmaka!

Ty Dolla $ign – Love U Better (feat. Lil Wayne & The-Dream) lyrics

[Intro]
…head, all night long
You wanted me to love
Mustard on the beat, ho

[Chorus: The-Dream & Ty Dolla $ign]
Girl you should know that I can love you
Better than he can
Girl you should know that I can love you
Better than he can

[Verse 1: Ty Dolla $ign]
Pull up on your girl with my roof gone
I’ma pull up on your girl with my jewels on
Pull up on your girl with that heat on
And she ain’t know if it’s a Dolla or a Dream song
First I beat it from the back, she on top now
She used to wanna leave, but she not now
She used to wanna be with you, but nigga, not now
It’s kinda funny how she put herself on lockdown
And now you talkin’ that blah-blah-blah
I’m up here bonin’ that la-la-la
Gave it to her, made her scream, “Da-da-da”
And now you wanna act all rah-rah-rah rah-rah-rah

[Chorus: The-Dream & Ty Dolla $ign]
Girl you should know that I can love you
Better than he can
Girl you should know that I can love you
Better than he can

[Verse 2: Lil Wayne]
Girl, you should know that
I’ma fall asleep in it, popped a whole Xan
If you gettin’ cold feet, I’ll make the snow sand
I’ma rest in peace in it, pop a toe tag
Pull up on her in an Uber, that’s how I maneuver
Turn this D into a B+ and I’m her tutor
Turn a B into a D cup, hallelujah
Got her clappin’, yeah she booby-trappin’ out at Hooter’s
Treat the little lollipop like Lollapalooza
I’m the one to introduce her, kama to sutra
Say she a cougar when it comes to Young Mula
12 gauge, girl, Tunechi ’bout to one-two ya

[Chorus: The-Dream & Ty Dolla $ign]
Girl you should know that I can love you
Better than he can
Girl you should know that I can love you
Better than he can

[Bridge: Ty Dolla $ign]
Oh, ooh, yeah
Oh, oh
No, he can’t love you
Oh, he can’t love you, love you, love you like I do
Oh, no he can’t love you

[Chorus: The-Dream & Ty Dolla $ign]
Girl you should know that I can love you
Better than he can
Girl you should know that I can love you
Better than he can

Ty Dolla $ign – Ex (feat. YG) lyrics

[Intro: Ty Dolla $ign & YG]
(Hm, 4Hunnid), oh yeah, oh yeah
Yeah
Right Now Sound, Yeah
Sound, Sound! (Skrt)
I’m on jet skis with naked bitches
Give my last to these naked bitches (yeah)
Leave your main squeeze for these naked bitches, yeah
That’s how, you know, when it’s all bad (all bad)
She call me, I text her, I could call back (I could call back)
But she imagine in her head I’m doing all that
I tell her I’m not, she like, YG, you a thot

[Refrain: Ty Dolla $ign & YG]
I know, I be up to no good (sing that shit, Ty)
Baby, I know (4Hunnid, ah), I’m just misunderstood (yeah, yeah)

[Verse 3: YG]
Yeah, yeah
A hundred times, told her, I was gon’ stop
But it’s kind of hard when every night them bottles pop
Yeah, yeah
It’s kind of hard when you’re making your watch
Make all them nines and tens flop
Yeah

[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
I just text my main chick (main)
I told her I ain’t coming home (home)
I just text my main chick (main)
I told her I ain’t coming home (home), tonight
I just text my main chick (main)
I told her I ain’t coming home tonight (home) Kelly, “12 Play” with the foreplay

[Refrain: Ty Dolla $ign]
I know (know), I be up to no good
Baby, I know (know), I’m just misunderstood

[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
I just text my main chick (main)
I told her I ain’t coming home (home)
I just text my main chick (main)
I told her I ain’t coming home (home)
I just text my main chick (yeah, main)
I told her, I ain’t coming home tonight (home)

[Verse 2: YG]
(Ooh), how you living, nigga, how you living? [Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign & Bongo By The Way]
I just text my main chick (main)
I told her I ain’t coming home (home)
I just text my main chick (main)
I told her I ain’t coming home (home)
Bongo By The Way

[Verse 1: Ty Dolla $ign]
Mixing Henny with the Bombay (Bomb’)
Fuck it, I done had a long day (oh)
I done linked up with my old thing
Right time, but the wrong place
Yeah
Riding ’round with it on me (oh)
Got me thinking about all my old days (old days)
I been getting money four ways (four ways)
R.

Ty Dolla $ign – Droptop In The Rain (feat. Tory Lanez) lyrics

[Intro: Ty Dolla $ign]
Droptop
Hitmaka
Droptop
Droptop, skrrt
Dolla $ign

[Pre-Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
I know you love it, I know you love it
Kissin’ and touchin’, when we in public
I know you love it
That pussy feels like

[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
Droptop in the rain, woah, woah
Droptop in the rain, woah, woah
Droptop in the rain, oh yeah, yeah, yeah
Droptop in the rain, oh, oh

[Verse 1: Ty Dolla $ign]
Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt
Hop out, droptop
Won’t stop, won’t stop, ball out
Put it in the deep end
Soon as I send it
Living with no regrets

[Refrain: Ty Dolla $ign]
I just wanna see you on a
Bed, legs, spread, yeah
I just wanna see you on a
Bed, legs, spread, yeah

[Pre-Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
I know you love it, I know you love it
Kissin’ and touchin’, when we in public
I know you love it
That pussy feels like

[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
Droptop in the rain, woah, woah
Droptop in the rain, woah, woah
Droptop in the rain, oh yeah, yeah, yeah
Droptop in the rain, oh, oh

[Verse 2: Tory Lanez]
Let me get you throwed up
I’ll get you poured up
Shoppin’ in south, baby
I know we goin’ up
Ooh yeah, top down in the rain
You’s a freak and girl I see you
Keep it honest, drop it on me, oh

[Refrain: Tory Lanez]
I just wanna see you naked
Legs spread, on my, yeah
I just wanna see you naked
Legs spread, on my, yeah

[Pre-Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign & Tory Lanez]
I know you love it, I know you love it
Yeah, yeah
Kissin’ and touchin’, when we in public
Kissin’ and touchin’, when we in public
I know you love it
That pussy feels like

[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
Droptop in the rain, woah, woah
Droptop in the rain, woah, woah
Droptop in the rain, oh yeah, yeah, yeah
Droptop in the rain, oh, oh

Ty Dolla $ign – Famous Lies lyrics

[Intro]
All night long
You wanted me to love… Do you remember when we both locked eyes? I remember us before the lies
You remember all the shit I said
I remember all that did you right
Look at us now (I’m gettin’ money)
You my ride or die, yeah

[Outro]
All night long
You wanted me to love…

Ty Dolla $ign – Famous lyrics

[Intro]
Everybody wants to be famous, yeah, yeah
Everybody wants to be famous

[Verse 1]
Everybody wanna make it
Everybody tryna get somewhere
Everybody wants attention
Want you to know that they’re standing right there
So many stars, they just wanna be up there with them
So they can shine bright and show the world how they fit in
They want their name in the lights
Wanna be on your flatscreen
They wanna sign autographs, all the important things

[Chorus]
Everybody wants to be famous, yeah, yeah
Everybody wants to be famous
Anyway, anyhow
They ain’t worried ’bout who they steppin’ on, no
Just as long as they race the top
They don’t wanna die nameless, no
They just wanna be famous
Yeah, they wanna be famous
Ooh, they just wanna be famous

[Verse 2]
Everybody wants to be accepted
Accepted by all of your love
Just a couple likes from you (you)
Will be more than enough
They don’t wanna work all day, they wanna make it overnight
Just to look good in public until they spend their last dimes

[Chorus]
‘Cause everybody wants to be famous, yeah
Everybody wants to be famous
Anyway, anyhow
They ain’t worried ’bout who they steppin’ on, no
Just as long as they race the top
They don’t wanna die nameless, no
They just wanna be famous
Yeah, they wanna be famous (wanna be famous)
Ooh, they just wanna be famous (anyway, anyhow)

[Outro]
They just wanna be around
Everything that goes up, comes down (down, down)
Everything that goes up, comes down (down, down)
Still wanna be famous
Ahh, ahh
Ahh, ahh
Ahh, ahh
Ahh, ahh

Ty Dolla $ign – Famous Excuses lyrics

Pacin’ back and forth in my mind
Thinkin’ is it really worth it sometimes, ooh
You know it get hard when I’m four drinks in
I just do too much
Now I gotta live with my decisions
I avoid none, yeah
Can’t deny what a body wants, ooh
Can’t deny what a body needs, mmm