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YNW Melly - Melly vs. Melvin Album Lyrics



YNW Melly - Melly vs. Melvin Lyrics






Two Face

Melly and Melvin, two face
Melly and Melvin, two face
Melly and Melvin, two face
Melly and Melvin, two face
Marvin and Melvin, two face
Marcus and Melvin, two face
Melly and Melvin, two face
Melly and Melvin, two face

I am two face, slime, slime
I commit all Melly crime
I will never let him drop a dime
Melvin kill you, and he do the time
I'mma slime ball
Watch your back, we the slime dawg
Uh, uh I'm a slime ball, uh
Watch your back, we the slime dawg

I'm a slime ball, and I'll admit it dawg
Pullin' up, give it all, let me get it all
Your bitch she a thot, and I know on the low
She gon' f*ck on me and all my bros
Bend it over, and bust it
Up that toolie, no discussion
Niggas sayin' that they wit' it, niggas sayin' that they solid
Ooh, all these god damn bodies
So many killers in the room, it's like 13 bodies
In here, these niggas know, we don't play
I don't want you to say no mo', don't wanna say no mo'
Don't wanna play no mo' (play no mo')
Don't wanna play no mo' (play no mo')
I am Melvin, yeah
I'm really steppin', yeah
The Smith & Wesson, yeah
I want the F&N out
Give me that, give me racks
I'm cockin' the semi back
I'm bustin' it at your ass
No cap, no cap, bitch
I ain't with the rap shit
Nigga want pressure we pull up, hol' up
That was a sneak diss
Hol' up, wait, wait, bitch
Do you like see this
This your best friend and on Twitter
And he was like "Yeah, just tweet this"
Now you'll die 'bout to sneak diss, damn
Young nigga popped this shit, you niggas the opposite
They run from the cops and shit
Don't snitch to the cops
Don't f*ck wit' the opps
You niggas don't want it
You gamblin' wit' your life
She f*ckin' on Melly, babe
She said, she like ice
And you need to see her eyes
I hit it just for some merchandise
Do you want to rock with Melvin?
Big ass Glock, he steppin' in Giuseppe
Wanna kiss, bitch wait a second
I'm too f*ckin' reckless
I'm receivin' texts

Melly and Melvin, two face
Melly and Melvin, two face
Melly and Melvin, two face
Melly and Melvin, two face
Marvin and Melvin, two face
Marcus and Melvin, two face
Melly and Melvin, two face
Melly and Melvin, two face

I wanna get it, oh yes
Thick yellow bitch, with tender lil breasts
I made a million now, all the way, yeah a million
It's so crazy, I'm only 19
I'm still a baby
Don't wanna f*ck with that bitch, that hoe is shady
Go away please

I am two face, slime, slime
I commit all Melly crime
I will never let him drop a dime
Melvin kill you, and he do the time
I'mma just slime ball (slime ball)
Watch your back, we the slime dawg (slime dawg)
Uh, uh I'm a slime ball, uh
Watch your back, we the slime dawg

Santa Clause, I was not behavin' for it
Thumpin' on these pussies in my Concords (Concords)
Grandma used to whoop me with extension cord
Butter and milk, some shit that we couldn't afford
I started off on the porch, I had to jump out the Porsche
Because I wanted some more, yeah I wanted some more
This life I couldn't afford, but now I can f*ckin' afford it
'Posed to be my baby mama, but you switched sides and aborted

Melly and Melvin, two face
Melly and Melvin, two face
Melly and Melvin, two face
Melly and Melvin, two face
Marvin and Melvin, two face
Marcus and Melvin, two face
Melly and Melvin, two face
Melly and Melvin, two face
[ Correct these Lyrics ]

Writer: Darrell Jackson, David Cunningham, Jamarii Massey, Jamell Demons
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.




Suicidal

Suicidal, your love is suicidal
And lately, I've been feeling suicidal
Your love is suicidal

I thought that we were meant to be
You took my heart and made it bleed
I gave you all my ecstasy
I know you'll be the death of me (Keep it Z3N)
Left lipstick on my Hennessy
Felt like you took my soul from me
You gave me all your ecstasy
I thought that we were meant to be

Your love is suicidal
For me, your love is suicidal
To me your love is suicidal
To me your love is suicidal

I'm sippin' Hennessy (ooh)
I'm sippin' Hennessy (ooh)

I don't want to lose my conscience
Drinkin' all this Hennessy
Baby, you took control of me
And I got too many enemies
I knew you wanted to f*ck him 'cause I couldn't tell
Check my bag, now I'm, now I'm in my bag, yeah
You did me bad, you did me bad
But I said, "F*ck it" and I ran up my bag, yeah
I'm in my bag, I'm in my bag now
But you didn't even put it all on the line
For me, no, oh, I'm sorry
This is the end of us, it's crazy 'cause my heart is dangerous
Felt like you took my soul from me
Like the devil got a hold on me
Everybody wishin' bad on me
Everybody wishin' bad on me
You taught a lesson to me that I had to learn
And I'm so sorry 'cause you let our bridges burn
I said, "I loved you" and I wish I never did
I swear to God, I swear to God, you stupid bitch

I thought that we were meant to be
You took my heart and made it bleed
I gave you all my ecstasy
I know you'll be the death of me
Left lipstick on my Hennessy
Felt like you took my soul from me
No way, I gave you all my ecstasy
I thought that you were meant for me
I know you'll be the death of me
Thought we were for eternity
You f*cked me up, both physically
And mentally, I can't believe

I'm sippin' Hennessy (ooh)
I'm sippin' Hennessy (ooh)
I'm sippin' Hennessy (ooh)
I'm sippin' Hennessy (ooh)

Your love is suicidal
For me, your love is suicidal
To me your love is suicidal
To me your love is suicidal

You taught a lesson to me that I had to learn
And I'm so sorry 'cause you let our bridges burn
I said, "I loved you" and I wish I never did
I swear to God, I swear to God, you stupid bitch
[ Correct these Lyrics ]

Writer: Jamell Demons, Juan Guerrieri Maril
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.




Adam Sandler

Ooh, whoa
Ooh, whoa
Ooh, whoa
Ooh, whoa

I can put a bandana on my car antenna like I'm from Atlanta
I don't wanna buy your white boy look when they call it Adam Sandler
Givenchy the money, spashin' blue hunnids inside of Giuseppe store
She suckin' my dick in front of the kid, while they watchin' Tina Turner
And I was like, "Mama, are you glad that you ain't abort me?"
I was like, "Mama, are you glad you ain't ate the Plan B?"
Your son a millionaire and he provided for ya, he a bad me
Just tell my ex bitch, "Stop tryna replace me"

'Cause now when I'm look for her, nigga right there, ain't richer than me
I'm a real Blood, just shinin', yeah, ain't no bitch in me
I'm a real nigga, no Lilo, ain't no Stitch in me
Hell nah, bitch, ain't no switch in me
Need a hundred k just to get to me
And these pussy ass niggas be history
Bad lil' ho, she super thick, I think this ho be hittin' me
F*ck that, nigga better stop that shit 'cause killers always go for me
Overseas, overseas, got killers waitin' overseas
No, wait, huh

I can put a bandana on my car antenna like I'm from Atlanta
I don't wanna buy your white boy look when they call it Adam Sandler
Givenchy the money, spashin' blue hunnids inside of Giuseppe store
She suckin' my dick in front of the kid, while they watchin' Tina Turner
I was like, "Mama, are you glad that you ain't abort me?"
I was like, "Mama, are you glad you ain't ate the Plan B?"
Your son a millionaire and he provided for ya, he a bad me
Just tell my ex bitch, "Stop tryna replace me"

Ooh, whoa
Ooh, whoa
Ooh, whoa
Ooh, whoa

I can put a bandana on my car antenna like I'm from Atlanta
I don't wanna buy your white boy look when they call it Adam Sandler
Givenchy the money, spashin' blue hunnids inside of Giuseppe store
She suckin' my dick in front of the kid, while they watchin' Tina Turner
I was like, "Mama, are you glad that you ain't abort me?"
I was like, "Mama, are you glad you ain't ate the Plan B?"
Your son a millionaire and he provided for ya, he a bad me
Just tell my ex bitch, "Stop tryna replace me"

So like all my fans and shit
The reason I ain't been postin' on Instagram and shit
'Cause I just got the permanent commas
Twenty uh, twenty bands
I got a Lego, no eggo
I don't want no boujee bitch
No, I just want a lame ho
She was like, "Where the f*ck did you go?"
I was like, "Damn, ho"
I went to Johnny Dang's tho
[ Correct these Lyrics ]

Writer: Jamell Demons, Joshua Conerly, Joshua Samuel, Justin Clemons
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.




Bang Bang

Ayy, look, know what I'm sayin, I'm straight out the mud
I be grinding like I'm still poot
You know what I'm saying?
That's what you gotta keep doing out here
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yee, you hear me?
YNW Melly

You niggas talking like you with it 'til we pulling up
Yeah, yeah, until we pulling up
These niggas talking like they with it 'til we pulling up
Bang bang with the pistol, it go bang bang
We are not the same, I bang broad day
Get yo ass, now yo ass like Stranger Things
I'm an alien, these bitches think I'm Stranger Things

She ain't wanna listen to a nigga CD
Big blood, big blood, shoutout GD
Oh god yeah, can you see me?
I was with your main bitch taking a selfie
Selfie, selfie, she think I'm healthy
Hunnid round on the pistol, you'd think I'm killing
Oh damn, oh damn, gimmie your billie
Address, we gonna pull up with them techs nigga
Techs nigga, what the f*ck you saying nigga?
Spraying nigga, f*cking up your plans nigga
Bands nigga, running up them bands nigga
Glock with a .22 clip f*ck them hands nigga
I ain't tryna throw no motherf*cking hands boy
Running out there, please don't try to get in the van, yeah
And I wanna get 'em 'cause I'm rolling, yeah
Choppa with a dick, and it's swollen
I'm swollen, I'm golden, I think that I need just chill 'cause I'm way too damn hot
And these hoes wanna get up
Yeah, they tryna get up
We killed a couple times so, Lord, just please forgive us
And all these niggas in this stolen car got a body
And all these niggas in this stolen car on a Molly
Except for me, you know I like to do it when I'm sober
I gotta keep composure, I slump a nigga over, gang

You niggas talking like you with it 'til we pulling up
Yeah, yeah, until we pulling up
These niggas talking like they with it 'til we pulling up
Bang bang with the pistol, it go bang bang
We are not the same, I bang broad day
Get yo ass, now yo ass like Stranger Things
I'm an alien, these bitches think I'm Stranger Things

I-I-I was sleeping, now I'm woke again
They see it blowin' but I guess this shit broke again
A nigga speaking real heat like a frying pan
These nigga talking like they with it, we gon' find your friend
You lil' boy in the cut wanna spin the vans
And your main bitch wanna f*ck, we tryna split her ends
F*ck that thot, she got way too much baggage
Big Glock, and I ain't even bragging
Ooh, I'm super fly like I'm Aladdin
Ooh, watch for the copper, it is satin
Ooh, these niggas talk like they with that
Pussy boy f*ck with me you get your wig snatched
Pussy boy f*ck with me you get your wig snatched
Melly wilding in a stolen with a big MAC
No cap, this suppressor, but its flash suppressed
Nigga talking like they with it, now your out to get me
Where you at and what ya did, we don't know pussy
Leave ya ass somewhere inside of your mamas bushes
F*ck boy, I'm in your daddy bushes with it
Loading up the semi, busting at your feetie
You nigga talking but I'm still a f*cking goat
You nigga mad cause they ain't even on no boat
I'm tryna get it and these bitches snorting coke
It's a party at the penthouse, she doing coke now

You niggas talking like you with it 'til we pulling up
Yeah, yeah, until we pulling up
These niggas talking like they with it 'til we pulling up
Bang bang with the pistol, it go bang bang
We are not the same, I bang broad day
Get yo ass, now yo ass like Stranger Things
I'm an alien, these bitches think I'm Stranger Things

F*ck your money printer, baby, I'm Prancer
Hopping out the coupe, turn a nigga into a Dancer
Turn you to a stripper with this motherf*cking glizzy
Pussy boy, you played with the wrong nigga, thinking I'm a bitch, I'm a soldier
Tell your main bitch bend it over, yoga
I don't give a f*ck what you 'posed to be
Niggas always tryna hit a niggas with a lecture
Pussy, we done got away with murder, shut the f*ck up
Boy, you say you with it but the pistol always tucked up
I'ma show my shit 'cause if a nigga try, what bruh?
Trying what, bruh? You got me f*cked up
If they come for me inside the booth, I'm go max-it
If they come for me inside the booth, I might go exit
If they come for me inside the booth, I'm go max-it
If they come for me inside the booth, I might go exit
If they come for me inside the booth, I'm go max-it
[ Correct these Lyrics ]

Writer: Aliaume Damala Badara Thiam, Cornell Haynes, Giorgio H. Tuinfort, Jamell Demons, Jermaine Smith
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Universal Music Publishing Group, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.




Billboard

I feel like, a wise man told me like that motherf*ckin' Bel Air
He'll sneak up on you and I don't feel it, so we might, man-man
When that umbrella kick in

Used to rob niggas for that bill, when I get bored, now I'm on billboards
Used to rob niggas for that bill, when I get bored, now I'm on billboards
That rap shit got a pop, it got a pop, bitch I kill for it
That rap shit got a pop, 'cause I done robbed and I kill for it

Ho wanna f*ck with Melly, baby, chill and ho I can't afford
Nigga want me to come through with clubs, I need like twenty more
Niggas say, "It's pressure," hol' up, wait bitch, I'm a bored before
Used to rob a nigga for they racks and slide to the couch

Just rob a nigga for they racks and ride to the Maple store
These niggas ain't with they shit, I'm talkin' 'bout, boy you can't afford
Just beat this shit, it's hundred percent, ain't no fraction it
Niggas, say they with a pussy boy, go put some fashion in it
That fat legend just kicked in
Look at my diamond, when they glisten
I said that Valence just kicked in
Look at my diamond, when they glisten

Used to rob niggas for that bill, when I get bored, now I'm on billboards
Used to rob niggas for that bill, when I get bored, now I'm on billboards
That rap shit got a pop, it got a pop, bitch I kill for it
That rap shit got a pop, 'cause I done robbed and I kill for it

Ho wanna f*ck with Melly, baby, chill and ho I can't afford
Nigga want me to come through with clubs, I need like twenty more
Niggas say, "It's pressure," hol' up, wait bitch, I'm a bored before
Used to rob a nigga for they racks and slide to the couch

They all wanna f*ck on Melly for some new Balenciagas
Dolce Gabanna, Givenchy, Giuseppe, got it from Atlanta
She wanna f*ck, the pussy got done, all on my banana
Now, I'm a Blood, I'm bangin' suu whoop
Like, "Ho, what the f*ck?"
Girl, I wanna see it clap, clap
Girl, I wanna see it clap, clap
Girl, can you make it clap
Damn, girl, can you make it clap
Yeah, in the club, and I got my strap
Yeah, shawtie ass like goddamn
Well, bitches find niggas, goddamn
You need a wheel chair 'cause that ass too fat, f*ck

Used to rob niggas for that bill, when I get bored, now I'm on billboards
Used to rob niggas for that bill, when I get bored, now I'm on billboards
That rap shit got a pop, it got a pop, bitch I kill for it
That rap shit got a pop, 'cause I done robbed and I kill for it

Yeah, I wanna see it clap, clap
Girl, I wanna see it clap, clap
Girl, can you make it clap
Damn, girl, can you make it clap, yeah
[ Correct these Lyrics ]

Writer: Jamell Demons, Joshua Conerly, Joshua Samuel
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.




I Aint Lying

Let me talk my shit, cuh, like (straight up)
I came up from motherf*ckin' nothin'
And I got them permanents in my mouth (ayy, know)
Ayy, look, man, I just want the Johnny Dang, man
And I'm talkin' like Johnny Dang, man
(I'm talkin' like Johnny Dang, bitch, permanent)

I ain't lyin', I ain't lyin', I ain't lyin' (I ain't lyin')
I ain't lyin', I ain't lyin', I ain't lyin'
Ooh, I ain't lyin', I ain't lyin', I ain't lyin' (ah)
If I'm lying then she'd say a nigga died (died)

Off that 40, had his ass be slayin' out (out)
Shawty wanna say she wanna f*ck my bro
Hit his ass from the back, need no scope (no scope)
And the dick in her mouth, just like skulls (just like skulls)

I'm like "damn, hol' a minute, what that coochie do?" (Coochie do)
Suck that dick and I buy you some new Gucci shoes (Gucci shoes)
Suck that dick and I buy you some new Gucci shoes, wait
Suck that dick good, I buy you some new Gucci shoes (eeh)
And I'm lookin' for that bitch just like I'm Scooby-Doo
And I'm tryna get the mystery of Rubik's cube
And I told her that I love her, but I lied though
And I told her that I'm on a lotta hydro (hydro)
And I pulled up like waldo (wah)
Young nigga used to trap 'em by the metro
Rob a nigga then I go and get some f*ckin' retros
Take your bitch, ooh-ooh-ooh, yes, no
And I f*cked her, nut her stomach, need some pepto
Tell that pussy nigga "Stop flaggin'," he don't want smoke
I got bad hoes cheatin', and they say I'm fling-ding
I'm in jail but on twitter, I'm trending
Blink, it's gone, in the clip, it's extending
Shawty wanna f*ck 'cause a nigga gettin' bands
Young rich nigga, watch me hit the Melvin dance
Young street nigga, I got bands in my pants

I ain't lyin', I ain't lyin', I ain't lyin'
I ain't lyin', I ain't lyin', I ain't lyin'
Ooh, I ain't lyin', I ain't lyin', I ain't lyin'
If I'm lying then she'd say a nigga died (ooh)

Off that 40, had his ass be slayin' out (out)
Shawty wanna say she wanna f*ck my bro (oh)
Hit his ass from the back, need no scope
And the dick in her mouth, just like skulls (sk-sku-sku-skull)

Nigga, f*ck the opps, V-M-O-T-F them
Young, why I said 'em (on my mom)
Young Grizzley ganged 'em (on my mom)
Yeah, I'm hunnid k'ed 'em (on my mom)
Yeah, I'm with my gangnem (on my mom)
YNW (on my mom), punch that nigga, we kill you (on my mom)
Shawty gon' f*ck on us (yeah), 'cause we gettin' money, yuh
I got lots of hundreds, yuh, she think that it's funny, yeah
Bounce on the dick like motherf*ckin' bunny, yeah
I don't wanna say that, she gon' wanna play that
Heard you was on another phone line with 'em (phone line)
Heard you really said you really liked that nigga (liked that nigga)
I don't give a f*ck, I ain't gon' fight that nigga (no)
We can have a money fight, I got a lotta that, bae (whoa, whoa, whoa)

I ain't lyin', I ain't lyin', I ain't lyin'
I ain't lyin', I ain't lyin', I ain't lyin'
Ooh, I ain't lyin', I ain't lyin', I ain't lyin'
If I'm lying then she'd say a nigga died

Off that 40, had his ass be slayin' out
Shawty wanna say she wanna f*ck my bro
Hit his ass from the back, need no scope
And the dick in her mouth, just like skulls
[ Correct these Lyrics ]

Writer: Jamell Demons
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.




Im A Star

I like how it sound right now
(I'm Melly, I'm ready, hahaha)
Buy it by the pound
Never textin' this ho, she said she wanna link
I told her, hmm
Only thing you can take
Ah, ah, yeah

All diamonds on me, yeah, you see me flossing (see me flossing)
Yeah bitches want to f*ck me 'cause they know I'm bossy (they know that I'm bossy)
Pop out on them hoes who say they ain't believe me (ain't believe me)
And her pussy wet, like water diamond Fiji
I'm a star, I'm a star in a foreign car
I'm a star, I'm a star in a foreign car
Pop out on them hoes who say they ain't believe me (ain't believe me)
In her pussy wet, like water diamond Fiji

I got new big racks, stacks, okay blat
And I'm in a coupe with Sak
You can get your money back, ayy
F*cking with your bitch lets get it
Spot a pussy nigga then we shot him
Nigga wanna post up we got him up and kicked a pussy nigga
Then your momma gotta hide him
These bitches be sucking on all my niggas, you know that what they like
She wanna f*ck on Melly baby, but she can never be the wife (never be the wife)
Big Facetime on an iPhone, we not into Skyping (Skyping)
Big Facetime on a license riding with no license

It'll get nasty, it'll get ugly
It'll get musty, it'll get dusty, if you play
Got a one hundred round on the K-ayy
The K-ayy-ayyy

All diamonds on me, yeah, you see me flossing (see me flossing)
Yeah bitches want to f*ck me 'cause they know I'm bossy (they know that I'm bossy)
Pop out on them hoes who say they ain't believe me (ain't believe me)
And her pussy wet, like water diamond Fiji
I'm a star, I'm a star in a foreign car
I'm a star, I'm a star in a foreign car
Pop out on them hoes who say they ain't believe me (ain't believe me)
In her pussy wet, like water diamond Fiji

Grabbing lil Bih by the weave
F*ck on a thot, then I tell her to leave
She ride on the dick just like Need for Speed
It's fall time, goin' to get the leaves
It's fall time, go and get your bitch
Hunnit round extension on the stick
Pussy bitch that really ain't no cap
Choppa make you take a long nap
Choppa make you take a long nap
Melly baby ain't the type to cap
Melly baby he the type to up the pistol
Shoot that bitch at your wave cap
Oh goddamn, okay, oh yeah
Heard a pussy nigga just got kidnapped
Wrap his ass up then put him on the trunk
Shoot him in the head till he stink like a stunk

It'll get nasty, it'll get ugly
It'll get musty, it'll get dusty, if you play
Got a one hundred round on the K-ayy
The K-ayy-ayyy

All diamonds on me, yeah, you see me flossing (see me flossing)
Yeah bitches want to f*ck me 'cause they know I'm bossy (they know that I'm bossy)
Pop out on them hoes who say they ain't believe me (ain't believe me)
And her pussy wet, like water diamond Fiji
I'm a star, I'm a star in a foreign car
I'm a star, I'm a star in a foreign car
Pop out on them hoes who say they ain't believe me (ain't believe me)
In her pussy wet, like water diamond Fiji
[ Correct these Lyrics ]

Writer: Jamell Demons
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Songtrust Ave, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.




My Slime

Do you want smoke?
We want all the smoke
That's enough, Mr. Pitt's got work to do

Bustin' open juugs 'cause we tryna get a key
Pull up on 'em with them AR-15s and .223
And we trustin' everything so we pray our soul to keep
Put them crosses on the window and sit right by the sea
That my motherf*cking nigga, yeah, he riding right with me
Bustin' open juugs 'cause we tryna get a key
Bustin' open juugs 'cause we tryna get a key
Pull up on 'em with them AR-15s and .223

Hundred round on the motherf*cking gat, huh
You's a motherf*cking pussy, scaredy-cat, ooh
Chopper loaded, F&N, we push him back
Tried to up the Glock, he didn't do it fast
Hollow tips went through his chest and then his ass
We walk, we talk that slang
If you run up on us, we gon' let it go
Keep f*cking with my bro
Chillin' and I'm shootin' if he fightin', I'm still shootin', 'cause
We don't do conclusions, bruh, I can't let in Lucifer
I'd be damned if I do it, all my niggas shootin' shit
And they down to go stupid (stupid), and they down

Bustin' open juugs 'cause we tryna get a key
Pull up on 'em with them AR-15s and .223
And we trustin' everything so we pray our soul to keep
Put them crosses on the window and sit right by the sea
That my motherf*cking nigga, yeah, he riding right with me
Bustin' open juugs 'cause we tryna get a key
Bustin' open juugs 'cause we tryna get a key
Pull up on 'em with them AR-15s and .223
Bustin' open juugs 'cause we tryna get a key
Pull up on 'em with them AR-15s and .223
And we trustin' everything so we pray our soul to keep
Put them crosses on the window and sit right by the sea
That my motherf*cking nigga, yeah, he riding right with me
Bustin' open juugs 'cause we tryna get a key
Bustin' open juugs 'cause we tryna get a key
Pull up on 'em with them AR-15s and .223
[ Correct these Lyrics ]

Writer: Eduardo Juarez Hernandez, Jamell Demons
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.




100K

Young Nigga World
Yeah

I'ma keep that shit 100k
Runnin' up the racks, couldn't fit inside the safe
Quarter million dollars on the mother f*ckin' Wraith
Quarter million dollars on the mother f*ckin' A
I'ma keep that shit 100k
Pull up on my brother we gon' spray
Nigga try to take my chain out the day
Gotta pull up on his ass with the SK
Bang, bang, bang, bang, ooh
Bang, bang, bang, bang, ooh
And this here will all lead to f*ckin' again
Lord please forgive me for all of this sinning

I would not ever change on you lil' baby
I promise I love you, and never would put no one body above you
But you ever try me and I gotta f*ck you and big FN and no pistol
Ugh, I might just f*ck on your sister
Ugh, we put the Glock to your mister and mistress
Lil' bitch don't you play with my make up, we killin'
Bitch shit, nigga, diarrhea
I don't want the bitch if she got gonorrhea
Pull up on a nigga, onomatopoeia
I'm in New York but these niggas still my son
Shawty wanna f*ck she want a pass for fun

I'ma keep that shit 100k
Runnin' up the racks, couldn't fit inside the safe
Quarter million dollars on the mother f*ckin' Wraith
Quarter million dollars on the mother f*ckin' A
I'ma keep that shit 100k
Pull up on my brother we gon' spray
Nigga try to take my chain out the day
Gotta pull up on his ass with the SK
Bang, bang, bang, bang, ooh
Bang, bang, bang, bang, ooh
And this here will all lead to f*ckin' again
Lord please forgive me for all of this sinning

I could feel it through the wire when you talk to me baby
I wanna put you in a mother f*ckin' Phantom or Mercedes
Bip, bip, pull up with a f*ckin' TEC
Nigga wanna know because we gettin' to the check
How she wanna f*ck but she can't even give me neck?
I might just pull up on them with the set, uh
Kick that f*ck nigga from the beehive
Hit him with the Glock, go to beehive
And if a nigga ever try to rob me
Call the crips and they bummin' from the C-hive

I'ma keep that shit 100k
Runnin' up the racks, couldn't fit inside the safe
Quarter million dollars on the mother f*ckin' Wraith
Quarter million dollars on the mother f*ckin' A
I'ma keep that shit 100k
Pull up on my brother we gon' spray
Nigga try to take my chain out the day
Gotta pull up on his ass with the SK
Bang, bang, bang, bang, ooh
Bang, bang, bang, bang, ooh
And this here will all lead to f*ckin' again
Lord please forgive me for all of this sinning

Young Nigga World
Lord, I would never betray you
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Writer: Jamell Demons
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.




Nobodys Around

Held you down
(Murder on the beat, so it's not nice)

Like oh, when the sky falls down
I'll be right here to bring it up
Just turn that frown upside down
And look around and I know we gon' be around
I hold you down, I hold you down
Hold you up, when you're feeling down
So what's up?
Tell me that you love me when nobody's around

Tell me that you love me when nobody's around
Tell me that I'll always have you down
Have you down, for me
Oh Lord, I love to curse
Tell me that I'm getting on your first nerve
And not your last nerve
Cursed a lot, I admit I said some bad words
Speed racer, baby girl got some fast curves
I miss you, I wanna kiss you
But I got too much pride to admit this
This is the only time you will hear this

Like oh, when the sky falls down
I'll be right here to bring it up
Just turn that frown upside down
And look around and I know we gon' be around
I hold you down, I hold you down
Hold you up, when you're feeling down
So what's up?
Tell me that you love me when nobody's around

Real music, around
Nobody's around (yeah)
(I really love you) nobody's around
Yeah
Oh, please
Rose petals ticklin' her V
I wanna jump the broom
Chandeliers in the living room
And I'm not scared of love, but I'm
So damm scared to trust, 'cause I'm
So damn high, all the time

Like oh, when the sky falls down
I'll be right here to bring it up
Just turn that frown upside down
And look around and I know we gon' be around
I hold you down, I hold you down
Hold you up, when you're feeling down
So what's up?
Tell me that you love me when nobody's around
[ Correct these Lyrics ]

Writer: Jamell Demons, Shane Lindstrom
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, The Administration MP, Inc., Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.




Killuminati

Everything Foreign, haha
Ayy, ayy, ayy
Through his body, through his body, oh, oh, ayy (blatt)
Ayy (blatt), ayy (blatt)
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy (pull up on the scene)
Ayy, ayy (we slidin')
All you gotta listen to this, for real, ayy

I was down on my dick, tryna run me up a check
Got the Glock 26, I'm tryna trade it for a Tec
Shawty all on my dick, said she tryna give me neck
But she f*ckin' the crew, yeah, she wanna have sex
Got a hundred round extension on that motherf*cking thing
If you run up on me wrong, we gotta let the Ruger bang
If you run up the ground, we gotta let the Ruger slay
And you know we tryna get it, gotta get it out of there

I was down on my dick, tryna hit another lick
Gave a f*ck 'bout a opp, we tryna up that other Blick
Tryna air it out if they f*ckin' with the crew
We ain't worried 'bout shit, 'cause them 7.62's
Tryna rip through his body, went through his body, pop
I am not 'lluminati, no, 'lluminati wild
Pray to God that I got it, pray to God, wow
Pray to God and I got it, I got a goddess, wow

Okay, ooh, she a goddess
We got racks in them pockets
She gon' f*ck on the crew
We got double alliance
I'ma go get the money
We ain't f*ckin' with Molly
And my young nigga trippin'
He say he just caught a body
Ride that dick, Maserati
Ride that dick, Kawasaki
If you get it, I'm fly
We do not need a pilot
If you wanna get money
Gotta get the deposit
Gotta run up that check
Even if come to robbin'
Even if it come to stealin'
Killin' or drug dealin', we gotta
Run up the sack, I'm tryna get to a milli'
She wanna f*ck on the crew, she tryna f*ck on civilians
I'm tryna get this money, don't give a f*ck 'bout these children
We gettin' a hundred racks, hundred racks on the daily
I'm tryna get it, no Beyonce or no JAY-Z
But I wanna be in that next billionaires of the world
And I'ma buy a yellow bone, diamond wedding ring

I was down on my dick, tryna hit another lick
Gave a f*ck 'bout a opp, we tryna up that other Blick
Tryna air it out if they f*ckin' with the crew
We ain't worried 'bout shit, 'cause them 7.62's
Tryna rip through his body, went through his body, pop
I am not 'lluminati, no, 'lluminati wild
Pray to God that I got it, pray to God, wow
Pray to God and I got it, I got a goddess, wow

Loaded on that oil, oh
Diamonds yellow, white, and they drippin' like snow (woah)
I ain't even gotta have no jewelry on to f*ck 'em (blatt)
I ain't even gotta have no pistol just to tuck 'em (bitch)
I'ma get this money, I'ma slimy a motherf*cker (oh)
Don't play 'round we'll tie the motherf*cker (oh)
And you know we come in perfect timin', motherf*cker (oh)
I'm grimy motherf*cker, I'm grimy motherf*cker (blatt)
[ Correct these Lyrics ]

Writer: Jamell Demons, Juan Guerrieri Maril
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.




Waitin on You

Can you hear me Jesus?
I need to hear your voice again
Your rejoicement to my soul
It feeds it just like oxygen
Can you hear me father?
Can you please send me some signs?
I've been goin' through some things
There's been a lot on my mind
Can you hear me Jesus?
I need to hear your voice again
And I will keep on praying
And I promise I'll be waitin' on you
Waitin' on you
God I promise that I'm waitin' on you, you

I promise that I'm waitin' on you
(I promise that I'm waitin') on you
(I promise that I'll wait for you) on you
I'll be waitin' on you, whoa
Promise I'll be waitin' on you

Jesus, hear me when I pray, so I'ma keep prayin'
Had to turn my back on the Devil, I couldn't keep playin'
I'm tryna make it to Heaven, and I know I'ma make it
But I gotta watch out for my soul, Lucifer tryna take it
Snakes is creepin' in the grass, I got my lawn mower
Sometimes I'm ready to die and go to Heaven, the Lord know
I just want peace in my mind, body and my soul
And in the end, I just wanna walk the streets of gold

Can you hear me Jesus?
I need to hear your voice again
Your rejoicement to my soul
It feeds it just like oxygen
Can you hear me father?
Can you please send me some signs?
I've been goin' through some things
There's been a lot on my mind
Can you hear me Jesus?
I need to hear your voice again
And I will keep on praying
And I promise I'll be waitin' on you
Waitin' on you
God I promise that I'm waitin' on you, you

I promise that I'm waitin' on you
(I promise that I'm waitin') on you
(I promise that I'll wait for you) on you
I'll be waitin' on you, whoa
Promise I'll be waitin' on you

I don't write rhymes, I grab the pen and let my soul talk
Walkin' with Jesus, he saved my soul, this a soul walk
Remember when the only thing I used to do was sell drugs
Now my soul cryin' to the Lord, that's the real plug
Thuggin' and druggin' and stealin' cars, it's my history
Now my soul cryin' to the Lord, I got the victory
Was slippin' on razor blade alley, The alcohol river
Now I feel wit' the Holy Ghost, and I make demons shiver

Can you hear me Jesus?
I need to hear your voice again
Your rejoicement to my soul
It feeds it just like oxygen
Can you hear me father?
Can you please send me some signs?
I've been goin' through some things
There's been a lot on my mind
Can you hear me Jesus?
I need to hear your voice again
And I will keep on praying
And I promise I'll be waitin' on you
Waitin' on you
God I promise that I'm waitin' on you, you

I promise that I'm waitin' on you
(I promise that I'm waitin') on you
(I promise that I'll wait for you) on you
I'll be waitin' on you, whoa
Promise I'll be waitin' on you

They that wait on the Lord
Shall renew their strength
They shall mount up with wings like eagles
They shall run and not be weary
They shall walk and not faint
Lord no matter what it take, no matter how long it take
I promise I'll be waiting for you, Jesus
I promise Lord, no matter what it take
[ Correct these Lyrics ]

Writer: Antonio Francis, Jamell Demons, Rashad Simmons
Copyright: Lyrics © YSB MUSIC PUBLISHING, Universal Music Publishing Group, Songtrust Ave, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.




223s

Rocco did it again
Oh this bitch recordin'?
That's crazy, hah, yeah, slatt, you know, uh
Whole lot of gang shit
Baow, graow, baow, graow, blatt
Uh, slatt, slatt, hold up, uh, uh, slatt, uh

Blood walk, baby, this the Blood walk, huh
I don't use my hands, I let the blood talk, huh
.223's and MACs'll make you blood walk
I can make any nigga hit the Crip walk
Crip walk, I'ma let my hip talk
Pulled a forty with a dicky, gotta kill up ya'll
Click, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
And the clip is see through

What all do you want from me?
AR's and them .223's
F*ckin' 'round with me, you see
I'm hot, I'm five hundred degrees
Heard he caught a body
But that does not mean shit to me
Got two on me, got two on me
Blood Gang, yeah, suwoop on me

Detrimental
Me and Glokk all on your instrumental
I kill a nigga and it really wasn't coincidental
Stop all that flaggin' shit, you just be on that actin' shit
No, I ain't with no cappin' shit and I ain't on no rappin' shit
No lackin', bitch, you know it ain't no lackin', bitch
I check any Blood nigga, like, "aye, man, what's brackin', bitch?"
I'm two floors up on you niggas
I'm two floors up on you niggas, yeah

What all do you want from me?
AR's and them .223's
F*ckin' 'round with me, you see
I'm hot, I'm 500 degrees
Heard he caught a body
But that does not mean shit to me
Got two on me, got two on me (I got two, I got two of 'em)
Blood Gang, yeah, suwoop on me (black glock, aye aye)

I'm like blatt (uh huh), we don't never play, he get whacked, like
Tryna find his face, ain't no trace, ain't comin' back (baow, baow)
G-Nine, Mister Two-Glocks, just bought a MAC (oh yeah)
A MAC for your face lift, rearrange your cap (come here)
One foot in the industry and one foot in the trap (yeah)
Invite that dope to my bloodline, I treat him like my strap (aye)
'Cause 'bout me he'll take a nigga's feet off the map (baow, baow, yeah)
Big B's 'til I'm sleep, push a P, he get clapped (blatt)
Two guns, that's the twin Glocks, I roger that part (uh huh)
Colder than a bitch 'cause the bitch froze at that (yeah)
Like apostrophe (yeah), Google forgot a comma in the back (bitch)
Say I'm worth 250K (yeah), we can bet a trey on that, nigga

What all do you want from me?
AR's and them .223's
F*ckin' 'round with me, you see
I'm hot, I'm 500 degrees
Heard he caught a body
But that does not mean shit to me
Got two on me, got two on me (aye, aye, yeah, yeah, he got two)
Blood Gang, yeah, SuWoop on me (mhm)

Big blatt like suwoop, mm, yeah
What you want? What he want? Mm, aye, aye
Big sticks for a punk, yeah, mm
What he, uh, what he see? Yeah, uh, aye, aye
Big blatts 'cause I bleed, yeah, mhm
What he on, what he breathe? Yeah, aye, aye
I'm pushin' P's, pushin' P's, yeah, yeah
What it is and what it ain't, mm, aye, aye
Like a skunk, we leave him stank
[ Correct these Lyrics ]

Writer: Jacquavius Smith, Jamell Demons, Rocco Valdes
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.




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