French Montana – Suicide Doors Lyrics

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[Intro: French Montana]
La música de Harry Fraud
Call her friend, let’s have a ménage, ooh
From the bottom, straight to the top, ooh

[Chorus: French Montana]
We chop that work, we got that work
Box that work, she got that work
She got that work, my diamonds twerk
Them haters hurt when them tables turn
Suicide (Suicide doors)
Suicide (Suicide doors)
Suicide (Suicide doors)
Suicide (Suicide doors)

[Verse 1: Gunna]
Who got that work? (Who got that work?)
Who got that work? (Who got that work?)
Came out the dirt (Came out the dirt)
I move that work, dawg
Your pockets hurt (Your pockets hurt)
My car got curtains (Dawg)
Her pussy squirt (Her pussy squirt)
I fucked her like a dog
Bought her pink diamonds ’cause my bitch look like a doll (Doll)
Her head so good, made me overlook all of her flaws (Flaws)
Don’t panic, I got suicidal doors on my cars (Cars)
Tell Elliot this water that I wear could look like Voss (We got that work)
I’m in Fiji, drippin’ ‘cross the globe (Box that work)
Minks and chinchillas on my niggas and my hoes (We got that work)
Yeah, took the top off for the winter like I’m Hov (We got that work)
Yeah, put the vibes all in the Sprinter for the road (Road)
Ain’t no switchin’, all my niggas stickin’ to the code (Code)
My man ‘dem, that’s my main man, get this shit in by the load (Load)
Told her put that cocaína color on her toes (On her toes)
And the bitch backed up with suicidal doors

[Chorus: French Montana & Gunna]
We chop that work, we got that work
Box that work, she got that work
She got that work, my diamonds twerk
Them haters hurt when them tables turn
(Who got that work?)
Suicide (Suicide doors)
(Who got that work?)
Suicide (Suicide doors)
(Came out the dirt)
Suicide (Suicide doors)
(I put in work)
Suicide (Suicide doors)

[Verse 2: French Montana]
Before I chase a ho, I hug my baby close
Right before you blink your eye, I’m on a different coast
I’m on that pot, wrist Lucas
I direct the movies
Phantoms from the hoopties
Hah, that cash money, Juvie
That’s a wrap, doobie
I’m on the hills, Fugee
Drop top on roofies
Caesar pals with Judas, hah
Hey, you know that boy check fatal (Hey)
Why you think his face like a bagel?
Choppin’ down the work, dime a piece
My diamonds jumpin’ like Dominique (Bling)
Water blue ice, rest in peace to Eazy (Skrrt)
Choppin’ down an onion, my eyes Filipin’

[Chorus: French Montana & Gunna]
We chop that work, we got that work
Box that work, she got that work
She got that work, my diamonds twerk
Them haters hurt when them tables turn
(Who got that work?)
Suicide (Suicide doors)
(Who got that work?)
Suicide (Suicide doors)
(Came out the dirt)
Suicide (Suicide doors)
(I put in work)
Suicide (Suicide doors)

[Outro: French Montana]
Call her friend, let’s have a ménage, ooh
From the bottom, straight to the top, ooh

Shy Glizzy – Profanity Lyrics

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[Intro]
Yeah
Young Jefe, holmes
La música de Harry Fraud

[Chorus]
We got automatics, no, we don’t need a manual
I like to rock animals with Eric Emanuel
Always late for dinner, she take too long at the vanity
This the life of a sinner, I use too much profanity
Fuck these haters, I can never get with ’em
I’ma keep stuntin’ on these bitch ass niggas
Tryna hit me with that R.I.C.O., say it’s too many killers
They think I got the cheat code, I make too many millions

[Verse 1]
Thought that I was big ’til she looked in my eyes
Somebody said it’s pride, with these niggas, gotta lie
I’m way out in the wide, just with a vibe
Got a thick girl choppin’ weed, yeah, just like a tide
I knew that you was fake, though, you shouldn’t have played, though
It always be your day one, one day, betray you
Tell ’em I take cash only, bitch, I got caseloads
My bitch, she get nasty for me, I gotta nail ho
Plain jane cost a bag, but I don’t like to brag
I only bought the Skydweller to make a nigga mad
Damn, they turned the back on me, made that choice too fast
I’m ballin’ like an athlete, now they lookin’ sad

[Chorus]
We got automatics, no, we don’t need a manual
I like to rock animals with Eric Emanuel
Always late for dinner, she take too long at the vanity
This the life of a sinner, I use too much profanity
Fuck these haters, I can never get with ’em
I’ma keep stuntin’ on these bitch ass niggas
Tryna hit me with that R.I.C.O., say it’s too many killers
They think I got the cheat code, I make too many millions

[Verse 2]
Shawty, she a diva, told me her secrets
They used to call me Quisey when I was leakin’
I tapped a lil’ chica, she Puerto Rican
Saks Fifth and Neimans, yeah, that my weakness
Put up five mil’ for my son
I’m tryna put up five mil’ for my mom
Big house on the hill what I want
So when 12 come I can drop the F-bomb
And tell your ex come, she can bring her best friend
If I loan you money, gotta pay me extra
When my niggas ride, they don’t even dress up
We don’t even let you slide in the fuckin’ Tesla, oh

[Chorus]
We got automatics, no, we don’t need a manual
I like to rock animals with Eric Emanuel
Always late for dinner, she take too long at the vanity
This the life of a sinner, I use too much profanity
Fuck these haters, I can never get with ’em
I’ma keep stuntin’ on these bitch ass niggas
Tryna hit me with that R.I.C.O., say it’s too many killers
They think I got the cheat code, I make too many millions

Shy Glizzy – Ohana Lyrics

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[Intro]
Yeah
La música de Harry Fraud
Ohana, yeah

[Chorus]
I ain’t had nobody teach me right, streets took my father
The judge gave my cousin life, the fuck you mean, your honor?
Yeah, I love my granny so much, she had my mama
And my auntie super supportive, that’s my Ohana
My lil’ brother used to play sports, now he a robber
Mama, she was cryin’ in court, got out, worked harder
You know what I’m doin’ this for, for my Ohana
Everything is for my lil’ boy, be what you wanna

[Verse 1]
Remember when they couldn’t stand us, now we got millions
I told my niggas time to man up, ’cause we got children
Niggas thought I was lyin’ when I said all my uncles killing
Last time I checked my bloodline, you wasn’t la familia
You dragged me through the mud, girl, really thought this shit was deeper
I’m tired of all this fake love, damn, I miss my auntie Neeka
I was on the block with a four-five Glock and a half a pound of reefer
Waitin’ on a nigga to throw me the rock just like a wide receiver
Niggas talkin’ a whole lot of nonsense, that don’t mean none’ to me
Set examples for my lil’ cousins, they lookin’ up to me
Every time I see an opp they tryna say what’s up to me
Like a nigga ain’t just spin the block and give ’em a buck fifty

[Chorus]
I ain’t had nobody teach me right, streets took my father
The judge gave my cousin life, the fuck you mean, your honor?
Yeah, I love my granny so much, she had my mama
And my auntie super supportive, that’s my Ohana
My lil’ brother used to play sports, now he a robber
Mama, she was cryin’ in court, got out, worked harder
You know what I’m doin’ this for, for my Ohana
Everything is for my lil’ boy, be what you wanna

[Verse 2]
Yeah, shout out my mama, love you to death
She had two soldiers, we gon’ be vets
I got my grannies tatted on my chest
So you can see that shit when I put on my vest
Oh, nah, they couldn’t be real with me
That’s why I had to cut off all my liabilities
God said I’m special, He gave a gift to me
He also gave me all these damn responsibilities
I’m tryna be bigger, I gotta go harder
And I gotta push Zeke to make sure he go even farther
I’m off the coast way by the water
Now I’m an uncle, my lil’ brother got a daughter

[Chorus]
I ain’t had nobody teach me right, streets took my father
The judge gave my cousin life, the fuck you mean, your honor?
Yeah, I love my granny so much, she had my mama
And my auntie super supportive, that’s my Ohana
My lil’ brother used to play sports, now he a robber
Mama, she was cryin’ in court, got out, worked harder
You know what I’m doin’ this for, for my Ohana
Everything is for my lil’ boy, be what you wanna

[Outro]
Ohana means family

Jay Critch – Bands Lyrics

[Intro: Rich The Kid]
La Música de Harry Fraud
You know how the fuck we comin’, nigga
Broke-ass nigga
Broke-ass, bitch-ass boy

[Verse 1: Rich The Kid]
I might put a bitty out (skrrt)
I came up and I got rich, it ain’t no hand out (rich)
I’ma blocka, she a bird (brrr)
Whole team rich forever, it’s my word (huh?)
Ask me how we made it, it was destiny (it was what?)
Same boujee bitches callin’, now they stalkin’ me (bitch)
All I know, I gotta flex up (flex)
Drop a bag (bag)
Ice my neck up (ice)
Ooh, put ’em [?]
She too extra (extra)
Don’t do lectures (no)
Want Saleesha or Alexa (or what?)
Rich Forever, bitch, we got no extras (no bitch, huh?)
Bitch, I been ballin’ on reefer (on reefer)
Fuck her one time, then she need me (she need me)
My diamonds, they clear as the TV (whoa)
My water on my wrist is on Figi
Money too tall, they growin’ up (growin’ up)
My plug on Molly, do dohnuts (skrrt)
He tol’ me my pockets’ll swole up (whoa)
You gettin’ to close, bitch, hol’ up

[Chorus: Rich The Kid]
Watch (watch)
Whole lotta bands on me (bands)
Cut the check and bought a Rollie
He can dance on (whoa, ice)
Then she cookin’ breakfast naked (naked)
Broke-ass niggas say we wouldn’t make it (rich)

[Verse 2: Jay Critch]
Them niggas fake it ’til they make it (hey)
They be too [?] to the basement
Gotta show out, trap a bag of the aces
Diamonds froze now, yeah my chain different races
I’m spend me a check and replace it
I just hit it, it’s never relations (relations)
We the killers like Freddy and Jason (Freddy and Jason)
How I ran up them racks is amazing (amazing)
Oh, you flexin’ with packs?
We gon’ take it (take it)
Me and my niggas came out the basement (basement)
We ain’t trappin’
Make sure they can’t trace it (hey)
I’ma jump in the coupe and I race it (skrrt)
I’ma fuck on your boo and erase it
All these broke niggas is talkin’, can’t take it (take it)
We gon’ put up those shots, it’s the Matrix (bow)
Put a fave in the clutch like [?]

[Chorus: Rich The Kid]
Watch (watch)
Whole lotta bands on me (bands)
Cut the check and bought a Rollie
He can dance on (whoa, ice)
Then she cookin’ breakfast naked (naked)
Broke-ass niggas say we wouldn’t make it

Wrong – A$ap Mob feat. A$ap Ferg lyrics

Lyrics A$ap Mob – Wrong

La Musica de Harry Fraud
I know it’s wrong
I know it’s wrong.

Father please forgive us
Couldn’t tell the difference and it’s on me
I don’t need to seek attention
Just to keep these womens on me
I know it’s wrooong
I know it’s wrooong
I know it’s wrooong
I know it’s wrooong.

F*ckin’ on that b*tch and I know it’s wrong
Wifey walked in and she found that thong
She talk to my d*ck like an intercom
Then smoke that d*ck up just like it’s a bong
I ain’t gon’ lie, this the realest song
Headband boy, I get my glisten on
Trap Lord been gettin’ his ceiling on
But I know it’s wrong versuri-lyrics.info
I know that it’s wrong so the boy break
I speak to the Lord, don’t ignore me
White model b*tch doin’ cocaine
Layin’ her out in the hallway
Double strappin’ on a ratchet b*tch
So she don’t take me to Maury
Man I done lost me a classy b*tch
Fergie, you’s learning the hard way.

Father please forgive us
Couldn’t tell the difference and it’s on me
I don’t need to seek attention
Just to keep these womens on me
I know it’s wrooong
I know it’s wrooong
I know it’s wrooong
I know it’s wrooong.

Feel like I’m stuck in a maze, my b*tches lookin’ amazed
Now she is goin’ so crazy, she caught me cheatin’ today
Eyelashes all on my bed, texts I didn’t erase
Now she comin’ at my head, thought I’d never see the day
Shouldn’t have never been with them other broads
And now I left my girl with another scar
Sometimes I take advantage just ’cause I’m a star
I know it’s wrong so I’m on my knees prayin’ to God.

Father please forgive us
Couldn’t tell the difference and it’s on me
I don’t need to seek attention
Just to keep these womens on me
I know it’s wrooong
I know it’s wrooong
I know it’s wrooong
I know it’s wronggg.
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