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999 heartake sabileye - rap game third impact: the end of hype lyrics

wheezy outta here

[bladee]
if it’s a depot, gotta bite it (bite, go)
if i see weed, i gotta light it (uh, uh)
if i get feelings, gotta hide it (gotta hide, uh, uh)
if it’s illegal, i don’t mind it (i don’t mind, uh, uh)

come with no makeup on with your hair out
come to the backstage, i’m in the red—
i lay awake late nights past my bedtime
for some of your time, just to see—

kingdom for you (oh)
drain god for you (oh)
forward one step, back two (back two)
you know how we move (ooh)
mission impossible (ooh), tom cruise (ooh)
die hard like bruce
for you

[drake]
i pull up in lexus’ like it’s ’07
i just hit a l!ck, i got to hit a next one
last year i know you learned your lesson
i could gps you if you need addressin’
boss up, i’m the bigger homie
but i’m one year older than my lil homie
’09 they was biddin’ on me
but i’m young money, got it written on me
okay now we got some action
everything i said, it happened
that boy light as michael jackson
but on verses, he been blackin’
chasin’ women a distraction
they wan’ be on tv right next to me
you cannot be here right next to me
don’t you see riri right next to me?
i hate a rapper especially
they feel the same, but they hide it
they just discuss it in private
don’t get along man, we tried it
what’s the point in even tryin’?
i hate a goofy especially
they always dyin’ to mention me
they gotta die out eventually
[lil uzi vert]
yeah, the sun out, so my boys gonna trap today
when you get money every day like sat+rday (woo)
n+gga’s lyin’, yeah, he stuck with a cappin’ face
n+ggas rattin’, they get hit with the mac today (woo)
this my i+don’t+even+know+um+what+happened face
grandma in the kitchen still singin’ “happy days” (yeah)
i just popped a g6, i’m in my happy place
she was trippin’, had to ask her, “what perc’ you take?” (let’s go!)

i can make your lil’ b+tch just wanna percolate
s+x first, then we can have a after+date (yeah)
gave me head ’til my sh+t, um, decapitate
look me in my eye and do, um, that nasty face (woah)
make it rain in the club, like a nasty day
told ’em that i’m comin’, oh, no ej+cul+te
pastry, pocket, boy, you not havin’ cake
f+ck that overcoat, and i swear your jacket late
bro just made his money back off a half a plate
rollie cost me forty thousand, that’s half the face (let’s go)
i remember when them n+ggas all laughed at me
portfolios, now they all bring they apps to me
wish before me that my b+tch practiced abstinence
wishes don’t come true until you just practice it
n+ggas broke? never, ho, b+tch, we havin’ it
yes, we spendin’ it, but you know we stackin’ it (let’s go)
i was steppin’ on the beat, took a nap on it
if she shake her ass, you know i’m gon’ slap on it
she was suckin’ my d+ck right on her knees
her mama bust in, she said, “girl, what is happenin’?”
she said, “baby, you know your dad a panther?”
she said, “mama, i’m just doin’ the kaepernick”
frito+lay, yeah, you know that i’m stackin’ chips
got a tattooed face so you can’t see my blasphemy
it’s some n+ggas that really just wan’ blast at me
but you know i got some n+ggas that blast for me
i’m not tall, but i ball like a athlete
count my money, yeah, i turn to a mathlete
had to get my business together (yup)
i had three million in taxes (i did)
i got it all off on this level (yup)
they said it’s three million that’s missin’
i ain’t say nothin’, i stayed level (ooh)
couple dolls on me, say, “hey, yellow”
this that my+money+gon’+stay level (ooh)
i don’t give a f+ck, i’ma stay rebel (yup)
backwood on me, b+tch, you stay ‘rello (what else?)
i got my metal, so stay mellow
got them boulders, my neck won’t see a pebble (uh)

[pe$o pete]
and you know we finna creep in your pokémon home
take your pokémon bank, then we pokémon go
i need ice, my wrist on sneasel, brought my canvas, brought my easel
paint her face up just like smeargle, let my nuts hang like magearna
rolling frenzy plant inside this blunt, this exploud, you can’t hear us
i got pressure all around me, i advise you don’t get near us
this sh+t metagross
i don’t wear no diamonds, only shine on me is mega stones
token on the roof, and that red dot on you like ampharos
she like how my money dynamaxing, how i drive the boat
she said i’m a water type when i pulled out that gyrados
that’s your ho? oh, my bad, i’m on my gary oak
let it go, chandelure, we light ’em up and ghost
let ’em know, rollin’ through my city everstoned
with the flow, articuno, i’m forever cold
mia in the region where it never snows

[lil baby]
the dash, it’s digi’, the schedule busy
my head in a hoodie, my shorty a goodie
my cousins are crazy, my cousins like boogie
life is amazin’, it is what it should be
been here for ten, but i feel like a rookie
i tell her, “look up,” ’cause it’s snowin’ in tootsie’s
booked for three years, man, you can’t even book me
it’s me and lil baby, this sh+t goin’ crazy
wheezy produced it and weezy f. made me
and she held it down, so she got a mercedes
young money records, the army, the navy
they ran me ten thousand, i threw it like brady
the foreign is yellow like tracee and k.d.
i trusted my n+ggas, they never betrayed me
met all these n+ggas, they sweeter than sadie
when i started out, i just took what they gave me
did all the favors, they never repaid me
it worked in my favor, ’cause n0body saved me

brand+new whip got no keys
tailor my clothes, no starch, please
soon as i nut, you can gon’ leave
got m’s in the bank, like, “yes, indeed”

cartier glasses, i won’t even peek at you
yellow ferrari like pikachu
i got ’em waitin’ and watchin’ what he gon’ do
tryna peep what i do, tryna steal my moves
twenty+five hundred for a new pair of tennis shoes
the same price, i could make them youngins come and finish you
lawyer been chargin’, he a jewish like he voodoo
real dope boy, hundred thousand in evisu
presidential tints slide by, we don’t see you
i been gettin’ money, i ain’t worried ’bout what he do
i’m gettin’ money like i’m from the eighties
me and drake ’bout to drop, man, this sh+t gon’ go crazy
they know i’m the truth, comin’ straight from the bas+m+nt
i’m straight as the street, man, i come from the pavement
a million, all hundreds, it make ’em go crazy
wham+wham+wham, b+tch, i’m the baby

brand+new whip got no keys
tailor my clothes, no starch, please
soon as i nut, you can gon’ leave
got m’s in the bank, like, “yes, indeed”
me and my dog goin’ all the way
when you livin’ like this, they supposed to hate
brand+new whip got no keys
tailor my clothes, no starch, please
soon as i nut, you can gon’ leave
got m’s in the bank, like, “yes, indeed”

[smokepurpp]
i don’t want friends, i want audis, uh (what?)
smokin’ on boof and it’s maui, uh (ayy)
i’ll check that b+tch like i’m maury, uh (ayy)
sorry, b+tch, i don’t say sorry, uh (woo)
look at my cup, it got dope, uh (dope)
i bend her over like slope (slope), uh
b+tch’s ass cleaner than soap, uh (ayy)
d+ck in her mouth, then she choke, uh (choke)
couple of bands in my mouth, uh (bands)
couple of bands in the south, ayy
i paid the bands in the west, uh
then take the bands to the south, uh (south)
look at my wad, it’s a 50, uh (ayy)
went to new york for like 50, uh (ayy)
i think this b+tch wanna kiss me, uh (what?)
i let her top me, no kissin’ (no kiss)
whippin’, jeff hardy in the kitchen, uh (whip)
countin’ and wrap up the chicken, uh (chick’)
f+ck on these b+tches on their menstruals, uh (b+tches)
diamonds, they wet, they go fishin’, uh (fishin’)
whippin’, jeff hardy in the kitchen, uh (what?)
count it then wrap up that chicken, uh (huh?)
f+ck on these b+tches, not their menstruals, uh (huh?)
diamonds, they wet, like go fishin’, uh (huh, huh?), yeah

i don’t want friends, i want audis (audis)
i don’t want cars, i want ‘raris (huh?)
i don’t want friends, i want audis (huh?)
i don’t want cars, i want audis (huh?)
i don’t want friends, i want audis (audis)
i don’t want friends, i want audis (yeah, huh?)
i think his b+tch lookin’ salty (uh)
i just pulled up in a ‘rari (ooh)

i don’t want hoes, i want check, uh (yuh)
i put like ten on my neck (yuh), uh
i think his b+tch wanna s+x, uh (s+x)
b+tch, ain’t no s+x, i want neck, uh (neck)
lay that b+tch straight on the bed, uh
d+ck in her throat, through her head (ooh)
i want a lot of blue hundreds (hundreds)
i’m tryna blow ‘fore the summer (ayy, yeah), uh
i need a b+tch like rihanna (what?)
i need a b+tch with some commas (yuh, huh)

ayy, yuh, ayy, yuh, ayy
i wanna, i wanna
ayy, yuh (this sh+t sound smokepurpp as f+ck)
i wanna, i wanna

[lil pump]
i got designer from head to my toe
i’m on the xan, and my b+tch on that coke
i got givenchy all over my coat
i’m off that x, and i just poured a four
i’m on the molly, i’m on the bean
i’m on the molly, i’m on the bean
i’m on the molly, i’m on the bean
i’m on the molly, i’m on the bean

lil pump, rich, he finna get richer
i pop a bean, then f+ck on your sister
nut on her lip, and then you gon’ kiss her
ice on my neck, it lookin’ like glitter (brr, brr)
i got designer from head to my feet (ooh)
i pop a x, so you know i be geeked (d+mn)
rockin’ balmains and they all on my jeans (ooh)
i’m off the xans, and i pour me some lean (lil pump)
i sell your mama some crack, she a fiend (huh?)
i crash the porsche and i just left the scene (brr)
drippin’ designer, burberry my sweater
lil pump pulled up, he changin’ the weather (brr, brr)
i pop a molly, i pop a bean
i f+ck your b+tch ’cause she down for the team
jump in a car and hit you with the beam (huh?)
i chug a pint and i just go to sleep

i got designer from head to my toe
i’m on the xan, and my b+tch on that coke
i got givenchy all over my coat
i’m off that x, and i just poured a four
i’m on the molly, i’m on the bean
i’m on the molly, i’m on the bean
i’m on the molly, i’m on the bean
i’m on the molly, i’m on the bean
i got designer from head to my toe
i’m on the xan, and my b+tch on that coke
i got givenchy all over my coat
i’m off that x, and i just poured a four
i’m on the molly, i’m on the bean
i’m on the molly, i’m on the bean
i’m on the molly, i’m on the bean
i’m on the molly, i’m on the bean

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