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Migos – Seize The Block (from “The Fate of the Furious”)


[Intro: Takeoff]
You know we seize the block
We need the block

[Chorus: Takeoff]
I seize the block (seize), I need the block (aye)
I seize the block (seize), I need the block (aye)
I seize the block (seize), I need the block (aye)
I seize the block (seize), I need the block (aye)
The block is hot, I keep the Glock (aye)
The block is hot, I keep the Glock (aye)
I seize the block (seize), I need the block (aye)
I seize the block (seize), I need the block (aye)

[Verse 1: Takeoff]
I seize the block (seize), I need the block (block)
I ran from 12 (12), I dropped the Glock (Glock)
The streets is hot, I need the pot (pot)
They need the knot (knot), so niggas try (grrraw)
I copped the drop (copped), just left the lot (skrrt)
I grabbed my Glock (Glock), let off a shot (babagraow)
Codeine on rocks (lean), I need to stop (lean, Act’)
I seize the block (seize), I need the block (Takeoff)
Seize the block, I feed the block, you know I need the block (need)
Take heed of block and read the block, I never leave the block (leave)
I leave the block, no Nicki but I bees the block (aye)
Take heed of block and read the block, I never leave the block (aye)
Terminatin’ like I’m Terminator (Terminator)
So many mansions, I’m a real estate (real estate)
Jumping off that like a [?]
Pick up that shit like it’s tissue paper
When I get a pint, I gotta [?] (pint)
Fuckin this bitch, I gotta tape her (Bitch!)
No pancake, a lot of maple (lean)
Armored car, disabled

[Chorus: Takeoff]
I seize the block (seize), I need the block (aye)
I seize the block (seize), I need the block (aye)
I seize the block (seize), I need the block (aye)
I seize the block (seize), I need the block (aye)
The block is hot, I keep the Glock (aye)
The block is hot, I keep the Glock (aye)
I seize the block (seize), I need the block (aye)
I seize the block (seize), I need the block (aye)

[Verse 2: Offset]
Your block hot, dragon
She a thot thot, she nasty (huh)
In a pot pot, whippin’ Ashley (whippin it)
50 k for a walk and I’m having it (aye)
I got a jay in the trap and he baggin’ it (jay)
There go the blocks, bag it in (in)
Not scared of the cops, we cappin ’em (twelve)
They think that we rappin’, we wrapping them
I receive the box, with 50 more keys of pot
Young nigga holdin’ his stick cause he see the plot
Young nigga he see the plot (I see da)
Muhammed Ali cause I weave the block
I beat the block (I weave the block)
Beat up, just peek the box, I’m fuckin that secret thot (boom, boom, smash)

[Chorus: Takeoff]
I seize the block (seize), I need the block (aye)
I seize the block (seize), I need the block (aye)
I seize the block (seize), I need the block (aye)
I seize the block (seize), I need the block (aye)
The block is hot, I keep the Glock (aye)
The block is hot, I keep the Glock (aye)
I seize the block (seize), I need the block (aye)
I seize the block (seize), I need the block (aye)

[Verse 3: Quavo]
Block’s our jazz so stay out them streets, yeah
Iced out Rollie and Patek Phillipe, yeah (ice)
When you sleep, yeah, I’mma gon’ creep, yeah (creep)
Pull up on your niggas, make you block bleed, yeah (skrrt)
See the block, See the block, ring, Bron Bron (brrr)
Cocaine white like the glaze on Honey Buns (coca)
Bitch don’t wanna fuck, talkin bout let’s have fun (bitch)
My niggas on the block, my niggas on the block like they caught a lil biddy [?]
Neighbors outside talkin’ ’bout they smell dope
Feelin like Draymond, do I sell, no (no)
Right hand the draco, left hand the four (grrt)
Niggas still mad from last year, I sold ’em soap (uh)

[Chorus: Takeoff]
I seize the block (seize), I need the block (aye)
I seize the block (seize), I need the block (aye)
I seize the block (seize), I need the block (aye)
I seize the block (seize), I need the block (aye)
The block is hot, I keep the Glock (aye)
The block is hot, I keep the Glock (aye)
I seize the block (seize), I need the block (aye)
I seize the block (seize), I need the block (aye)


Casanova – Rip Rollie (Be Safe Tho Mixtape)


[Intro]
See, I done ran through the white gold Sky Dweller
Rose Gold presi
The AP, nah I ain’t really fuckin’ with that shit no more
I’m gettin’ too much money
I’m gettin’ too much fuckin’ money

[Chorus]
R.I.P. to the Rollie
Patek ya’ neck if you don’t know me
Patek Phillipe for all my homies
You fake ass niggas just can’t clone me
100k on a cash out
A couple bricks in the crack house
Don’t let me pull this mask out
Heard you got it in the stash house

[Verse 1]
Oh that’s a Rollie? this 3 of those
But I like ya watch don’t get pita rolled
See you shinin’ in the club hope your peoples know
That I got it on my hip not in the vehicle
Before I signed a deal I had 100 pack
You signed a deal where your money at?
What you get a show I bet I double that
And those ain’t Rolex diamonds what you done to that?
You see my watch how it’s frozed up
You saw opps then you froze up
I got a Glock ready to load up
Ya song was hot all summer but now it slowed up
So it’s R.I.P. to the homie
If your watch tick-tock, it’s a phony
Before I took that shit you shoulda told me
I went to the jeweler look what he sold me

[Chorus]
R.I.P. to the Rollie
Patek ya’ neck if you don’t know me
Patek Phillipe for all my homies
You fake ass niggas just can’t clone me
100k on a cash out
A couple bricks in the crack house
Don’t let me pull this mask out
Heard you got it in the stash house

[Verse 2]
Try to be cool, get the right vibe
But no more Mr. Nice Guy
Hope the shell for the 12 is the right size
Got the hitta to my left and my right side
Bout to step to any rapper with his chain out
If he tryna resist blow his brains out
Baking soda for the blood, get the stains out
My drugs and my side bitch in the same house
You got lined for it, but you grind for it
What you sayin’, you ain’t ready to die for it?
If it ain’t about money ain’t got no time for it
But if it’s war, nigga I’m all for it
So it was R.I.P. to ya brodies
I don’t fuck with them niggas them niggas police
Patek is a watch that’s what they told me
And if you getting that money than nigga show me

[Chorus]
R.I.P. to the Rollie
Patek ya’ neck if you don’t know me
Patek Phillipe for all my homies
You fake ass niggas just can’t clone me
100k on a cash out
A couple bricks in the crack house
Don’t let me pull this mask out
Heard you got it in the stash house


Cardi B – Lick (feat. Offset)


[Intro: Cardi B & Offset]
Ya dig?
Yeah
Lookin’ like I caught a (Look at me)
Cardi (Look at me)
Cardi (Look at me)
Woah

[Hook: Cardi B & Offset]
Lookin’ like I caught a lick (lick, hey!)
Run up on me, you get hit
And all my bitches with the shits (yeah!)
Bronx, New York, gangsta bitch (woo, woo)
Lookin’ like I caught a lick (yeah)
Since Day 1, I’ve been that bitch (hey)
Got some hittas in my clique
Lookin’ like I caught a lick (woo, woo, Offset!)
Lookin’ like I caught a lick

[Verse 1: Offset]
They know they can’t stop a G
Bitch do not talk to me (yeah)
Diamonds start hittin’, she swallow me (yeah)
Play with these racks like Monopoly (racks)
Make her say uh like Master P
Bought the Patek Phillipe, no that bitch wasn’t cheap (no)
These niggas is pussy, they be what they eat
Show after show, I’ve been countin’ all week (woo)
Lamborghini, I just ordered up three (skrrt, skrrt)
Lookin’ like I hit a lick and fuckin’ on a bad bitch
Fuckin’ on your daughter, ask me how I get the water wrist
Think he poppin’ hard but he really wanna take a pic (flash)
He can’t even believe I done got rich
Woke up this mornin’, I’m countin’ this money
This water drip off me, a fountain or somethin’ (water)
These bitches and niggas not ‘mountin’ to nothin’
Keep countin’ this money, I keep countin’ this money

[Pre-Chorus: Cardi B]
Run up, get done up
Got shooters ready for a come up
Promise you I didn’t luck up
Was grindin’ all night
Didn’t sleep ’til the sun up
Now I got up on my shit
Walk around like I’m that bitch
Every nigga wanna hit

[Hook: Cardi B & Offset]
Lookin’ like I caught a lick (lick, hey!)
Run up on me, you get hit
And all my bitches with the shits (yeah!)
Bronx, New York, gangsta bitch (woo, woo)
Lookin’ like I caught a lick (yeah)
Since Day 1, I’ve been that bitch (hey)
Got some hittas in my clique
Lookin’ like I caught a lick (woo, woo, woo)
Lookin’ like I caught a lick

[Verse 2: Cardi B]
Look at me, look at me
They ain’t like me before, now they bookin’ me
The glow got bitches so shook at me
They like, "Shit, Cardi B what you cookin’, B?"
I say, "Bitches, got me on some new shit"
I swear niggas got me feelin’ ruthless
Too much mo’fuckers done doubted me
That’s why I had to just prove it
I remember walkin’ in the stores, I couldn’t buy nothin’
They look at me starin’
Now I just walk in the stores, I like it I cop it
I don’t even think
Bank tellers asking for info
‘Cause now my deposits on Kimbo
Told that bitch, "Gimme my money
Why the fuck you askin’ all this info?"

[Pre-Chorus: Cardi B]
Run up, get done up
Got shooters ready for a come up
Promise you I didn’t luck up
Was grindin’ all night
Didn’t sleep ’til the sun up
Now I got up on my shit
Walk around like I’m that bitch
Every nigga wanna hit

[Hook: Cardi B & Offset]
Lookin’ like I caught a lick (lick, hey!)
Run up on me, you get hit
And all my bitches with the shits (yeah!)
Bronx, New York, gangsta bitch (woo, woo)
Lookin’ like I caught a lick (yeah)
Since Day 1, I’ve been that bitch (hey)
Got some hittas in my clique
Lookin’ like I caught a lick (woo, woo, woo, woo)
Lookin’ like I caught a lick

[Outro: Cardi B]
Look at me
Look at me
Look at me
Look at me


Zaytoven – Havin It (feat. Future) (Where Would The Game Be Without Me Mixtape) letras

October 6, 2016

Lyrics

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[Intro: Maceo + (Future)]
Yeah, hey
(We really havin’ paper)
Lil Mexico shit nigga
(I’m talkin’ bout we havin’ real bands in this shit, you dig?)

[Hook: Future]
Yeah-yeah, we havin’ it, we havin’ it, we havin’ it
We havin’ it yeah, we havin’ it yeah
I got a check and I’m havin’ it
I got a check and I’m havin’ it
I got the gas and I’m havin’ it
I got the gas and I’m havin’ it
You drank and havin’ no check
You basically havin’ no check
And now we gon’ aim at your flesh
And niggas gon’ aim at your chest
We studied how to sell us some crack and then we had learn to finesse
Lil Mexico playin’ with bails, Lil Mexico playin’ with bricks
[Verse 1: Future]
Fuck all that social media, I leave it up to the kids
We go to lunch at Cheetah then we go back to the six
I know the tricks of the trade, I wanna hit me a lick
Lionel Richie to a bad bitch
50,000 on a bad bitch
Keep a .5 in a mattress
Fuck that bitch, she a savage
Gold digger, she a savage
I’ma pass her to the savage
Tom Fords on everyday
Upper Echelon everyday
Get the funds on everyday
I cash out, no layaway
Real one, no fame daddy
We gon’ get into all the fame daddy
Patek Phillipe in the plane daddy
Got the gang-gang in the plane daddy
Styrofoams and some red bottoms
50,000, the feds got it
Real diamonds, yeah, real diamonds
Pop a seal, hope you feel better

[Bridge: Future]
She never seeks, I sign on
Fully loaded, that Scion
I grinded up, you just payin’ off
I’m blood money like the Phantom
I swear that this voucher could dance on you
Murder squad, I stand on you
No facade, I stand on you
I swear to God I stand on you

[Hook: Future]
Yeah-yeah, we havin’ it, we havin’ it, we havin’ it
We havin’ it yeah, we havin’ it yeah
I got a check and I’m havin’ it
I got a check and I’m havin’ it
I got the gas and I’m havin’ it
I got the gas and I’m havin’ it
You drank and havin’ no check
You basically havin’ no check
And now we gon’ aim at your flesh
And niggas gon’ aim at your chest
We studied how to sell us some crack and then we had learn to finesse
Lil Mexico playin’ with bails, Lil Mexico playin’ with bricks

[Verse 2: Maceo]
You can tell I’m havin’ bitch, I ain’t gotta manage it
All of my diamonds be here, you can tell by the clarity
We rockin’ red diamonds, you rockin’ the rhinestones
Act’ in my styrofoam, I’m gettin’ my grind on
These niggas just hate that I’m gettin’ it
Well fuck it, I sold out the citadel
Some of these gas bags and the trash bags
Got you wonderin’ where the stash at
We robbin’ (?) no handgun
I’ma put on for my day one
Real come get, no Akon
Pink grass look like Barry Bonds
You think I ain’t back with a check?
You think I ain’t got no finesse?
You think my niggas ain’t killers?
You think that my niggas won’t aim at your head?
Drop a check on you, you a plate now
Right price, you get ate now
Whole city know I’m havin’ it
Bands in and I’m taxin’ it

[Hook: Future]
Yeah-yeah, we havin’ it, we havin’ it, we havin’ it
We havin’ it yeah, we havin’ it yeah
I got a check and I’m havin’ it
I got a check and I’m havin’ it
I got the gas and I’m havin’ it
I got the gas and I’m havin’ it
You drank and havin’ no check
You basically havin’ no check
And now we gon’ aim at your flesh
And niggas gon’ aim at your chest
We studied how to sell us some crack and then we had learn to finesse
Lil Mexico playin’ with bails, Lil Mexico playin’ with bricks

[Bridge: Future]
She never seeks, I sign on
Fully loaded, that Scion
I grinded up, you just payin’ off
I’m blood money like the Phantom
I swear that this voucher could dance on you
Murder squad, I stand on you
No facade, I stand on you
I swear to God I stand on you