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"You know, young rich niggas\nYou know so we ain 't really never had no old money\nWe got a whole lotta new money though,\nhah(If Young Metro don 't trust you I' m gon ' shoot ya)\nHey ![Hook: Offset] Raindrop(drip), drop top(drop top)Smokin ' on cookie in the hotbox (cookie)\nFuckin ' on your bitch, she a thot, thot (thot)\nCookin ' up dope in the crockpot (pot)\nWe came from nothin ' to somethin', nigga(hey)I don 't trust nobody, grip the trigger (nobody)\nCall up the gang and they come and get ya(gang)Cry me a river, give you a tissue(hey)My bitch is bad and boujee(bad)Cookin ' up dope with a Uzi (blaow)\nMy niggas is savage, ruthless(savage)We got 30 's and 100 rounds too (grrah)\nMy bitch is bad and boujee(bad)Cookin ' up dope with a Uzi (dope)\nMy niggas is savage, ruthless(hey)We got 30 's and 100 rounds too (glah)\n[Verse 1 : Offset] Offset, whoo, whoo, whoo, whoo, whoo !Rackaids on rackaids, got back - ends on back - ends I 'm ridin' around incoupe(coupe)I take your bih right from you(you)Bitch, I 'm a dog, roof (grr)\nBeat the ho walls loose(hey)Hop in the frog, whoo(skrt)I tell that bih to come comfort me(comfort me)I swear these niggas is under me(hey)They hate and the devil keep jumpin ' me (jumpin' me)Bankrolls on me keep me company(cash)Ayy,\nwe do the most Yeah,\npull up in Ghosts(whoo)Yeah,\nmy diamonds a choker(glah)Holdin ' the fire with no holster (blaow)\n Rick the Ruler,\ndiamonds cooler(cooler)This a Rollie,x\nnot Muller(hey)Dabbin ' on ' em like the usual(dab)Magic with the brick,\ndo voodoo(magic)\nCourtside with a bad bitch(bitch)Then I send the bitch through Uber(go)I 'm young and rich and plus I' m bougie(hey)I 'm not stupid so I keep the Uzi (rrah)\nRackaids on rackaids,\ngot back - ends on back - ends So my money makin ' my back ache (aagh)\nYou niggas got a low Act rate(Act)We from the Nawf,\nyeah,dat way(nawf)Fat Cookie blunt in the ashtray(cookie)Two bitches, just national smash day(smash)Hop in the Lamb, have a drag race(skrt)I let them birds take a bath, bae(brr)[Hook: Offset] Raindrop(drip), drop top(drop top)Smokin ' on cookie in the hotbox (cookie)\nFuckin ' on your bitch, she a thot, thot (thot)\nCookin ' up dope in the crockpot (pot)\nWe came from nothin ' to somethin', nigga(hey)I don 't trust nobody, grip the trigger (nobody)\nCall up the gang and they come and get ya(gang)Cry me a river, give you a tissue(hey)My bitch is bad and boujee(bad)Cookin ' updope with a Uzi (blaow)\nMy niggas is savage, ruthless(savage)We got 30 's and 100 rounds too (grrah)\nMy bitch is bad and boujee(bad)Cookin ' up dope with a Uzi (dope)\nMy niggas is savage, ruthless(hey)We got 30 's and 100 rounds too (glah)\n[Verse 2 : Quavo] Pour a four, I 'm droppin' muddy Outer space, Kid Cudi(drank)Introduce me to your bitch as wifey and we know she sluttin '\n Broke a brick down, nutted butted, now that nigga duckin '\nDon 't move too fast, I might shoot ya (huh?)\n Draco bad and boujee(draco)I'm always hangin' with shooters(brrah)Might be posted somewhere secluded(private)Still be playin ' with pots and pans, call me Quavo Ratatouille\nRun with that sack, call me Boobie(run with it)When I 'm on stage show me boobies (ayy)\nIce on my neck, I 'm the coolest (ice)\n Hop out the suicide with the Uzi(pew - pew - pew)I pull up,\n I pull up,\n I pull up I hop out with all of the drugs and the good luck(skrrt)I 'm cookin',\nI 'm cookin',\nI 'm whippin' I 'm whippin' into a rock up,\nlet it lock up(lock up)I gave her 10 racks I told her go shoppin and spend it all at the pop up (ten)\n These bitches,\nthey fuck and suck dick And they bustin for Instagram, get your clout up \n Uh \n yeah, \n dat way, \n float on the track like a Segway(go)Yeah,\n dat way,\n I used to trap by the Subway(trappin)\n Yeah, dat way, young nigga trap with the AK(rrrah)Yeah, dat way, big dyke ho, get the door, Macy Gray(hey)\nRaindrop(drip), drop top(drop top)Smokin on cookie in the hotbox (cookie) Fuckin ' on your bitch, she a thot, thot (thot)\nCookin ' up dope in the crockpot (pot)\n 'We came from nothin ' to somethin', nigga(hey)I don 't trust nobody, grip the trigger (nobody)\n Call up the gang and they come and get ya(gang)Cry me a river, give you a tissue(hey)My bitch is bad and boujee(bad)Cookin ' up dope with a Uzi (blaow)\n My niggas is savage, ruthless(savage)We got 30 's and 100 rounds too (grrah)\n My bitch is bad and boujee(bad)Cookin ' up dope with a Uzi (dope)\nMy niggas is savage, ruthless(hey)We got 30 's and 100 rounds too (glah)\n [Verse 3 : Lil Uzi Vert] Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah My bitch, she bad to the bone Ayy, wait, these niggas watchin '\n I swear to God they be my clones Yeah, hey, huh Switchin ' my hoes like my flows (what?)\n Switchin ' my flows like my clothes (like what?)\n Keep on shootin ' that gun, don' t reload Ooh, ooh, now she want fuck with my crew 'Cause the money come all out the roof\n Drive the Rari, that bitch got no roof(skrt)Wait, what kind of Rari\n ? 458 (damn)All of these niggas, \nthey hate(they hate)Try to hide, \nshoot through the gate Look, \n go to strip club, \n make it rain Yeah, \n so much money they use rakes Count a hundred thousand in your face( in your face)Yeah, \n then put 300 right in the safe Met her today, \n yeah She talk to me like she knew me, \n yeah Go to sleep in a jacuzzi, \n yeah Wakin ' up right to a two-piece, yeah\n Countin ' that paper like loose leaf, yeah\n Gettin ' that chicken with blue cheese, yeah\n Boy, you so fake, like my collar you snakin '\n I swear to God that be that Gucci(ayy)And you know we winnin ' (winnin')Yeah, we is not losin '\n Try to play your song, it ain 't move me (what?)\n Saw your girl once, now she choosin ', yeah\n [Hook: Offset] Raindrop(drip), drop top(drop top)Smokin ' on cookie in the hotbox (cookie)\n Fuckin ' on your bitch, she a thot, thot (thot)\n Cookin ' up dope in the crockpot (pot)\n We came from nothin ' to somethin', nigga(hey)I don 't trust nobody, grip the trigger (nobody)\n Call up the gang and they come and get ya(gang)Cry me a river, give you a tissue(hey)My bitch is bad and boujee(bad)Cookin ' up dope with a Uzi (blaow)\n My niggas is savage, ruthless(savage)We got 30 's and 100 rounds too (grrah)\n My bitch is bad and boujee(bad)Cookin ' up dope with a Uzi (dope)\n My niggas is savage, ruthless(hey)We got 30 's and 100 rounds too (glah)", "copywrite": { "notice": "Gasoline lyrics are property and copyright of their owners. Commercial use is not allowed.", "artist": "Copyright Audioslave", "text": "All lyrics provided for educational purposes and personal use only." }, "artistImg_url": "https://images.genius.com/6515e8a719a82207ce298b4709fbc1cc.500x634x1.png" }, { "id": "B1L8YuVeX", "songName": "Rooster", "artistName": "Alice In Chains", "songText": "Ain't found a way to kill me yet\nEyes burn with stinging sweat\nSeems every path leads me to nowhere, Mmm\nWife and kids household pet\nArmy green was no safe bet\nThe bullets scream to me from somewhere, Mmm\n\nYeah they come to snuff the rooster\nYeah here come the rooster, yeah\nYou know he ain't gonna die\nNo, no, no oh, you know he ain't gonna die\n(guitar solo)\n\nYeah they come to snuff the rooster\nYeah here come the rooster, yeah\nYou know he ain't gonna die, oh\nNo, no, no oh, you know he ain't gonna die\n\nWalkin' tall machine gun men\nThey spit on me in my home land\nGloria sent me pictures of my boy, Mmm\nGot my pills 'gainst mosquito death\nMy buddy's breathing his dyin' breath\nOh god please won't you help me make it through\n\nRepeat chorus", "copywrite": { "notice": "Rooster lyrics are property and copyright of their owners. Commercial use is not allowed.", "artist": "Copyright Alice In Chains", "text": "All lyrics provided for educational purposes and personal use only." }, "artistImg_url": "https://i.ytimg.com/vi/vS_CzIw6fr4/hqdefault.jpg" }, { "id": "rJeMYFVxQ", "songName": "I Thought About Killing You", "artistName": "Kanye West", "songText": "I know, I know, I know, I know, know I know, I know, I know, I know, know I, I know it, I know it[Spoken Word: Kanye West] The most beautiful thoughts are always besides the darkest Today I seriously thought about killing you I contemplated, premeditated murder And I think about killing myself And I love myself way more than I love you, so… Today I thought about killing you, premeditated murder You 'd only care enough to kill somebody you love The most beautiful thoughts are always inside the darkest(Mhm—mhm—mhm—mhm—mhmm)Just say it out loud to see how it feels People say, "Don't say this, don't say that." Just say it out loud, just to see how it feels Weigh all the options, nothing 's off the table Today I thought about killing you, premeditated murder I think about killing myself And I, I love myself way more than I love you The most beautiful thoughts are always besides the darkest(Mhm—mhm—mhm—mhm—mhm—mhm—mhm—mhm—mhmm)I think this is the part where I 'm supposed to say somethin' good To compensate it so it doesn 't come off bad But sometimes I think really bad things Really, really, really bad things And I love myself way more than I love you See, ifI was tryin ' to relate it to more people I 'd probably say I' m struggling with loving myself Because that seems like a common theme But that 's not the case here I love myself way more than I love you And I think about killing myself So, best believe, I thought about killing you today Premeditated murder[Verse: Kanye West] I called up my loved ones, I called up my cousins I called up the Muslims, said I 'm ' bout to go dumb Get so bright, it 's no sun, get so loud, I hear none Screamed so loud, got no lungs, hurt so bad, I go numb Time to bring in the drums, that prrt - pu - pu - pum Set the NewTone on 'em, set the nuke off on ' em I need Coke with no rum, I taste coke on her tongue I don 't joke with no one, they' ll say he died so young I done had a bad case of too many bad days Got too many bad traits, used the floor for ashtrays I don 't do shit halfway, I' ma clear the cache I 'ma make my name last, put that on my last name It 's a different type of rules that we obey Ye, Ye, Ye season, nigga, we Old Bay We was all born to die, nigga DOA Niggas say they hero, mhm, I don 't see no cape Mhm, I don 't see no, mhm, yeah, I don' t see no, mhm, mhm If I wasn 't shinin' so hard, wouldn 't be no shade Buckwheat - ass nigga, it 's ' gon be otay Young nigga shit, nigga, we don 't age I thought I was past my Deebo ways Even when I went broke, I ain 't break How you gon ' hate? Nigga, we go way back To when I had the braids and you had the wave cap Drop a pin for the fade and I 'm on my way ASAP Don 't get socked in the mouth, you know homie don' t play that Pay the fire marshal bill 'cause this shit done got way packed They wanna see me go ape(ape, ape)All you gotta do " is speak on Ye All you gotta do is speak on Ye Don 't get your tooth chipped like Frito-Lay , "copywrite" : { "notice" : "Rooster lyrics are property and copyright of their owners. Commercial use is not allowed.", "artist" : "Copyright Alice In Chains", "text" : "All lyrics provided for educational purposes and personal use only." }, "artistImg_url" : "https://i.ytimg.com/vi/vS_CzIw6fr4/hqdefault.jpg"} ]"comments" [ { "id": "r1i-2_ExX", "songName_id":, "user_id":, "comment":, "copywrite":, "createdAt":, "likes" } ]