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DESIIGNER
Liife Lyrics (feat. Gucci Mane)

Taz countin’ all this f**kin’ money
CashMoneyAP
Git, git, grrrrrah

Git, git, grrrrrah
Desiigner
Let me tell you how it is

I’m on some real life, shit life, real life shit
Never satisfied when you’re goin’ past rich
Throws a lot of money put some bread on caskets
They don’t wan’ see you ball they just want a draft pick
I’m on some real life, shit life, real life shit
Never satisfied when you’re goin’ past rich
Throws a lot of money put some bread on caskets
They don’t wan’ see you ball they just want a draft pick

Told me stay away from the bullshit
Stay focused, here the rhymin’
Shout to Big Blood, f**k the police
Heard Trump in the county
I seen niggas Feds
When I pulled up, yeah and he’s frownin’
Yeah niggas get bounties here
Hit the ocean, he drownin’
Bounce bitch, beat bouncin’
Hashtag, click, pound
Niggas talk shit or freestyle
f**k them, everybody stylin’
Hot 97 turn to 9/11
When the MAC 11, streets rhymin’
Pop off these diamonds
Make a DJ get down with it

I’m on some real life, shit life, real life shit
Never satisfied when you’re goin’ past rich
Throws a lot of money put some bread on caskets
They don’t wan’ see you ball they just want a draft pick
I’m on some real life, shit life, real life shit
Never satisfied when you’re goin’ past rich
Throws a lot of money put some bread on caskets (It’s Gucci)
They don’t wan’ see you ball they just want a draft pick

I’m on some real life
Real ice, this my real wife
I did real time and I lost my mind twice
On the interstate, gamblin’ like I’m shootin’ dice
I’ll drive the whole night just to get that low price
Everybody rootin’ for the underdog
But when you on the top, they wanna see you fall
But f**k ’em all
I put my back against the wall
They hate to see you ball
They wanna see a nigga crawl
Shout out to Desiigner, he be killin’ shit (Desiigner)
You gotta be a hater you not feelin’ it (f**k ’em)
G.O.O.D. Music but we make that hood music
And we ain’t gotta brag ’cause we used to it
(It’s Gucci!)

I’m on some real life, shit life, real life shit
Never satisfied when you’re goin’ past rich
Throws a lot of money put some bread on caskets
They don’t wan’ see you ball they just want a draft pick
I’m on some real life, shit life, real life shit
Never satisfied when you’re goin’ past rich
Throws a lot of money put some bread on caskets
They don’t wan’ see you ball they just want a draft pick

Funny
Desiigner
All the finest
Fill up the shooters
Man this boy gettin’ money
I’m in love with the money
Threw the hate in the fire

I’m on some real life, shit life, real life shit
Never satisfied when you’re goin’ past rich
Throws a lot of money put some bread on caskets
They don’t wan’ see you ball they just want a draft pick

DJ KHALED
Down For Life Lyrics

[DJ Khaled & PARTYNEXTDOOR:]
DJ Khaled!
Another One!
We the Best Music!

[PARTYNEXTDOOR:]
Girl, is you ready, ready, ready? Yeah, yeah
I’m tired, baby, you tired?
All them headaches, headaches, headaches, yeah
But I’mma give you what you looking for
Just be down for life
Just be down for life
Just be down for life
I’mma be down for life
I’ll be down for life
Just be down for life
And just be ready
You with it, yeah, yeah

[Future:]
P-A-I-D N F-U-L-L
M-O-N-E-Y K-I-L-L
I go to J-A-I-L, F-U-C-K all them cops
Yeah, f**k 12
Roll it up tight, then put it in a L
I’m tryna find me a rider that’s real
I used to get down for the demonstrations
Down, down for the demonstrations
We gotta live for our reputations
You got your level up, you got your level up
Uno amigo, you caliber
24K on an amateur
I get 100K out a bag
I spent 100K on your bag, that’s a crocodile Birk
They tryna throw dirt on my name and they seeing what I’m worth
I pull up dripping like BB
I get so many fresh everyday
You better hope I don’t OD, I keep a chopper like BG
Ya money nigga no PG, Slow it down for me like juvie
I catch a homi’ like lil’ T, I’m in the streets like a HB
They made a movie in 3D, We made a film in ’80s
Here come another one, Khaled
Here come another one, Khaled

[PARTYNEXTDOOR:]
Girl, is you ready, ready, ready? Yeah, yeah
I’m tired, baby, you tired?
All them headaches, headaches, headaches, yeah
But I’mma give you what you looking for
Just be down for life
Just be down for life
Just be down for life
I’mma be down for life
I’ll be down for life
Just be down for life
And just be ready
You with it, yeah, yeah

[Travis Scott:]
I’mma pull up on you, is you ready?
Do something different, girl, let me show you
Niggas love to hate
Bitches love to hate
That’s why I spoil you
I can’t lie, I can’t lie
You’ve been down since day one
I’ll go out pull out the hammer and kill ’em if they say some
Ooh, I’ll do it, I’ll do it, I’ll do it (Straight up)
Ooh, I’ll do it, I’ll do it, I’ll do it

[Rick Ross:]
The season success
6 reasons I’m blessed
Secret societies, he seems so possessed
First you master the hustle
Then you conquer the struggle
Now I’m stacking my numbers
Just like they tackles and fumbles
Every week, there’s pictures of different bitches kissing me
But the one that stole my heart, that’s still a mystery
Chill, Khaled, chill
Bill, let it bill
Squat, shorty, squat, please, in them heels

[PARTYNEXTDOOR:]
Just be down for life
Just be down for life
Just be down for life
I’mma be down for life
I’ll be down for life
Just be down for life
And just be ready
You with it, yeah, yeah

[Kodak Black:]
Tell me you ready
Baby girl, tell me you ready
And I’mma be there in a second
Won’t take you for granted
I’mma treat you like the fed-ex
Cause, baby, you know I go get it
She know that I got a check
And that paper come in steady
She want Audemars Piguet
She wanna ride in a Bentley
I’mma step up, take a rental
I know she digging my pimping
Baby, stop playing, get with it
Baby, stop playing, get with it
I know you tired of them gimmicks
But you f**king with the realest
Is you ready for the one? I’m coming
Is you ready for the life I’m living?
I’mma be down like a damn coffin
I want you with me ’til God call me
Tell all them lame niggas "Sayonara"
I hit the jeweler and bought a car
Wide receiver, I just caught a charge
Girl, is you ready to go tomorrow?
When I’m with you, I look like a star
This one right here is gon’ take me far

[PARTYNEXTDOOR:]
Girl, is you ready, ready, ready? Yeah, yeah
I’m tired, baby, you tired?
All them headaches, headaches, headaches, yeah
But I’mma give you what you looking for
Just be down for life
Just be down for life
Just be down for life
I’mma be down for life
I’ll be down for life
Just be down for life
And just be ready
You with it, yeah, yeah

[DJ Khaled, Rick Ross & Travis Scott:]
It’s We The Best for life (Straight up)
DJ Khaled, We The Best Music
I pray we holding hands as we walk across the burning sands
These words for you are genuine, we define loyalty
Another one

FITZ & THE TANTRUMS
Fool Lyrics

Mama
Didn’t raise no fool
I said, mama

She watching girls like you
You will never catch me slipping
You will never catch me sleep
Girl you must be tripping
Trying to run around on me
Oh, mama
Didn’t raise no fool, didn’t raise no

You the type that Kanye told me ’bout
You bite your nail until you sell me out, baby
I know the truth about you, air it out
Cause I need somebody who’s gonna hold me down
Always accusing me of running ’round (running, running ’round)
You throwing rocks in a glass house, baby
You know I got people all over town
Cause I need somebody who’s gonna hold me down

I don’t hate the player, oh, I sure don’t hate the game
But I’m ’bout to make a movie and I need you out the frame
Cause

Mama
Didn’t raise no fool
I said, mama
She watching girls like you
You will never catch me slipping
You will never catch me sleep
Girl you must be tripping
Trying to run around on me
Oh, mama
Didn’t raise no fool, didn’t raise no

I know the reason why you hang around
You only love me for my bank account, baby
I did the math ’cause it ain’t hard to count
And I need somebody who’s gonna hold me down
No, we can’t work, work, work it out
Swerving, swerving when you come around
You know what goes around comes back around
And I need somebody who’s gonna hold me down

I don’t hate the player, oh, I sure don’t hate the game
But I’m ’bout to make a movie and I need you out the frame
Cause

Mama
Didn’t raise no fool
I said, mama
She watching girls like you
You will never catch me slipping
You will never catch me sleep
Girl you must be tripping
Trying to run around on me
Oh, mama
Didn’t raise no fool, didn’t raise no

Fooled me for the last time, feels good to be free
Must be out your damn mind running ’round on me
Cause

Mama
Didn’t raise no fool, didn’t raise no

BOW WOW WOW
Roustabout Lyrics

I say, my honey, he looks so funny
Wearing a uniform, attached with chain and bone
I said, hello dear, was there a sort of fear
Reflected on his face, my wild boy’s in disgrace, he’s just

[Chorus]
A rowling, reckless, restless roustabout – rou-rou-roustabout
He walked the lore and now he can’t get out – rou-rou-roustabout
I’ve seen my honey, he’s not so funny
A uniform of white, a caroussel at night

Who brings the glory, and tells the story
They’ll just think they’re smart, stay out of evil art
See he’s

[Chorus]

Stop the pace, playboy

[Chorus: x 4]

CHELSEA WOLFE
16 Psyche Lyrics

I’ve spent, in different beds
Many moons
And that’s the way I prefer it

I can’t
She said, I’d save you but I can’t hide

I feel it crawl up my legs
Let me wrap you up in these thighs
It gets me out of my head again

I can’t
She said, I’d save you but I can’t love

16 Psyche
Coma tail quivering
Knew all along

I can’t
She said, I’d save you but I can’t
She said, I’d save you but the world’s bent
She said, I’d save you but I can’t