Song Title –Rich Sex
Lyrics
"Rich $ex"
Usage of azlyrics.com content by any third-party lyrics provider is prohibited by our licensing agreement. Sorry about that. I got my diamonds on
You got your diamonds on
Watches on watches
I looked at her and I said, "Beautiful"
Baby let's go have rich sex
Baby let's go have rich sex
Make a little love on the rich sex
Rich sex, bitch
Baby let's go and have rich sex
Make a little love on the rich sex
Baby let's go and have rich sex
Baby girl, let's have some rich sex
I'ma keep my AP on while I do it
We can keep an AP on while we do it
You can keep your Rollie on when I get to it
You can keep your Rollie on when I get to it
When you look down, see my chains on
When you look down, see my chains on
When you're ridin' on me, see my chains on
When you're ridin' on me, keep my chains on (VVS)
Baby we can go and have rich sex
Baby girl, go and have rich sex
You ain't ever ever had rich sex
You ain't ever ever had rich sex
Never made love to a misfit
You never made love to a misfit
Come and kick a deal on some rich shit
I'ma keep it pimpin' on some rich shit
We can do the show on the jet lift
Fuckin' in the air on the jet, bitch
We can do the [?] over Vegas
Hundred thousand dollars for a watch, count fetti
Kiss on a nigga with his chains on, glistenin'
Fuck so good, got both of us dizzy
Do it lowkey, profile, get busy
Do it lowkey, profile, get busy
Got the Audemars Piguet on fleek
Got my number one freak in the sheets
And all she want is the D
And for me to keep this ice on me
Baby let's go and have rich sex
Make a little love on the rich sex
Baby let's go and have rich sex
Baby girl, let's have some rich sex
I'ma keep my AP on while I do it
We can keep an AP on while we do it
You can keep your Rollie on when I get to it
You can keep your Rollie on when I get to it
When you look down, see my chains on
When you look down, see my chains on
When you're ridin' on me, see my chains on
When you're ridin' on me, keep my chains on (VVS)
Baby we can go and have rich sex
Baby girl, go and have rich sex
You ain't ever ever had rich sex
You ain't ever ever had rich sex
Let's stop for a while, have recess
Let's stop for a while, have recess
Let's kiss for a while, have recess
Let's touch for a while, have recess
Do it for a while like a replay
Let me see you wind that ass up like a DJ
Run that back like a DJ
I know you see this big face
Chandelier froze for a bad one
Come and kick game in your ear while I smash you
And I keep them thangs in my ear while I'm smashin'
And I catch you hot like the flame and the passion
And I got the flash on deck, no battery
And I have some Tom Fords on while you suckin' me
Cuban link hang off my neck, to your neck from my neck
To my watch and my chain [?]
Baby let's go and have rich sex
Make a little love on the rich sex
Baby let's go and have rich sex
Baby girl, let's have some rich sex
I'ma keep my AP on while I do it
We can keep an AP on while we do it
You can keep your Rollie on when I get to it
You can keep your Rollie on when I get to it
When you look down, see my chains on
When you look down, see my chains on
When you're ridin' on me, see my chains on
When you're ridin' on me, keep my chains on (VVS)
Baby we can go and have rich sex
Baby girl, go and have rich sex
You ain't ever ever had rich sex
You ain't ever ever had rich sex
Song Title – The Game Celebration
Song Lyrics
[Verse 1: Game]
I'm puffin on that...Reefer,
That chronic that grow from the trees
And now we smokin, throwin' up B's
You know we steadily drinkin' that liquor
Walk off in the club say wassup to my niggas and
I'm stumbilin' into that hydro
Look-at-me eyes low with a pyro
Smokin the same in Indonesia, and Cairo
I'm back to back in them blunts
Now where-did-me light go
Before I get psycho, lets get high bro
Sitting and choppin' with Krayzie
Stuffin that haze inside-a-me swisha man
Better know who the boss
You don't wanna get tossed in the river man,
[Verse 2: Wish Bone]
Laced up
Little bit of sun, little bit of fun
Little Hennessy
A little Cali green
I'm floatin', chokin'
I'm gone
I'm so high, got my Loc on
But I'm so real
Life is so chill
I'm a grown man
Nigga, fo' real
It's mine (mine)
Cuz I'm spendin'
Keep my hustle on so Ima get it
I'm in my own lane
Nigga pay tolls
Nigga no change, if anything
Betta have mine
Before the party stops
Nigga gun range...
Bop Bop Bop!!!
[Verse 3: Krayzie Bone]
Well I'm in the back with a blunt
Steady get it in
Have 'em coming
Niggas think I don't smoke weed no mo'
Smell it, then I say pass the bong
We having a celebration
So gone I don't even know what the occasion is
Can't even remember my name and shit
This nigga done made me relapse on a weed track
Put some purp in the blunt cuz I need that,.
Drink a 40 on my own in the zone
Still I won't get feedback
Know the haters wanna see me
For the love, a nigga bustin
So I'm feelin' like I'm runnin' with the devil
Everybody got the level when a nigga got me ready to roll
And Hydro got me ready to blow....
Split that swisha
Roll some mo'
If yall niggas ain't know Bone can smoke
Highly, Highly, High
But on the lowly, lowly, low!
Tell me what they want
A little bit of Bone
With a little bit of Game
Still the same
Thugs swang
Haters can hate if they want
[Verse 4: Flesh-N-Bone]
Hit 'em off the top like on the block
It look like he just seen a ghost
Got a 100 kids floating around in my hood
And we going for broke
Hit the weed and the blunts, lil bro
And roll up some smoke
Get 36 of that OG
If it's potent, tell 'em run the whole key
All my niggas down in the land getting that GWAP
Hustlin', eatin', getting no sleep
From Cleveland to Cali
We runnin' man
Wit' Game man
We Chiefin' man
It's the 1st of tha month and we yawnin'
That's my everyday agenda
Red Strings
Bigger heaters
Five Thugs-N-Harmony members
[Verse 5: Layzie Bone]
My life is a movie
It's just like a party
I wake up and roll up and blow on that Maui
Wow-eee
Early in the morning, the room is still cloudy
All night long
My thugs is just rowdy
All we do it for a celebration
We celebrate life in the fast lane
And never we hesitate
Only we demonstrate
Original cash game
Mix it up with the hash, man
I might let you hit it
But never do ask, man
My mission is music
Foe tha love of tha money
Always reppin' that Eazy-E,
What he gave me
You can't take that from me,
B-O-N-E, to the T-H-U-G
To the G-A-M-E
Got the game on lock
Lock, lock, lock, lock
But rock it, don't stop
Party over here
Better call the cops, (Cuz it's hot)
The buddah keep penetratin'
We celebratin'
Real niggas made it
Just chiefin' in my Wahoo
Faded, Faded!
[Verse 6: Bizzy Bone]
We havin' a celebration
Love to stay high
Out of my Khakis
Out of my Gucci
And I'm gonna roll something, when I roll
When I roll that "OOOO-WEEE," Hey
Let me put it back
Gotta love that
Put it out?
Fuck that!
Little Henny on the side in the ride
Better make it alright
Not much time lookin' back
Better handle my business here
Puff-Puff, Pass
And my last
Gotta leave a little baggy in the air
Gotta put a little love in the glass
My legendary, level-headed peers
Grab a buckle when I buck 'em with a beer
Sell the doe from the back of the stairs
That's when it was Clair, (Clair, clair....)
But thanks to Game and this life
To keep Hip-Hop alive for the ones alive
And even my niggas that's dead and gone
Everytime in smoke
And it's like them niggas still live on
Hustlin', I still do it
Celebrate and elevate your mind
Little Bizzy gotta keep it movin'
Everybody on the 1st still high (high, high, high....)
[Outro: Game]
We celebrating the birth, death
And the resurrection of the Black Jesus
But until then...
(Put the purp in the blunt)
[Intro: 21 Savage]
Yeah (3x)
I pull up roll the window down and
(pop pop pop pop pop)
I pull up roll the window down and
(pop pop pop pop pop)
I pull up roll the window down and
(pew pew pew)
[Hook: 21 Savage]
I just bought a pistol it got 30 rounds in it
Pull up at yo momma house and put some rounds in it
Wet a nigga block and watch them niggas drown in it
Hunnid round drum gun a nigga down with it
I'm on that Slaughter Gang shit, Murder Gang shit
Slaughter Gang shit, Murder Gang shit
I'm on that Slaughter Gang shit, Murder Gang shit
Slaughter Gang shit, Murder Gang shit
[Verse 1: 21 Savage]
I'm on that Slaughter Gang shit
Take a nigga bitch
Nigga yous a bitch cuz I ran off with ya shit
I'm a real right blood and these niggas counterfeit
You don't pull up on the Ave pussy boy you get dipped
I bought a brand new drop and then I poured me up some drop
Young Savage real street nigga ya'll ain't on no block
Bitch keep your legs closed cuz all I want is top
I pull up and pew pew pew y'all gone call the cops
21
[Hook: 21 Savage]
I just bought a pistol it got 30 rounds in it
Pull up at yo momma house and put some rounds in it
Wet a nigga block and watch them niggas drown in it
Hunnid round drum gun a nigga down with it
I'm on that Slaughter Gang shit, Murder Gang shit
Slaughter Gang shit, Murder Gang shit
I'm on that Slaughter Gang shit, Murder Gang shit
Slaughter Gang shit, Murder Gang shit
[Verse 2: 21 Savage]
Two guns up
I don't give a fuck
I'm a big dog lil' nigga you a pup
Pull up on ya spot walk up on it shoot it up
Yo bitch she on the molly yeah I got her booted up
You said you was trappin' but I heard thats a lie
Baking soda cold water cut the stove on scrape the side
You can keep the skinny bitch cuz I like a fat ass and thighs
Bitch I'm young savage yo baby daddy know not to try
[Hook: 21 Savage]
I just bought a pistol it got 30 rounds in it
Pull up at yo momma house and put some rounds in it
Wet a nigga block and watch them niggas drown in it
Hunnid round drum gun a nigga down with it
I'm on that Slaughter Gang shit, Murder Gang shit
Slaughter Gang shit, Murder Gang shit
I'm on that Slaughter Gang shit, Murder Gang shit
Slaughter Gang shit, Murder Gang shit
Slaughter Gang shit, Murder Gang shit (3x)
