The best Song and Lyrics Quotes (Page 25)

Holy moly
40 leave him like a donut
Pull up and shoot like Ginóbili
Can't wear the Rollie without the pollie

You pull up, I let that b*tch blow
And just like some tissue, we wipin' your nose
I was on stage with the strap at my show
If you play, I'ma blow, put a tag on your toe

I'm 16, with big dreams, I wanna be a star
I used to spend money on lil things, now I want a car
Tthat Rollie or that Audemars, Where do I start?

Yo, listen up, here's a story
About a little guy that lives in a blue world
And all day and all night and everything he sees is just blue
Like him inside and outside
Blue his house with a blue little window and a blue Corvette
And everything is blue for him
And himself and everybody around
'Cause he ain't got nobody to listen

The bubbles are not reality, it's inside your head
Makin' you forget where you're from and what's behind
Isn't it suspicious how the world is now your friend
Gettin' in return one thousand more than what you can never send?

You want to move the world
Start with your body
Come on you gotta start with something
If you wanna move your mind
Just move your body

I've always been the one to say the first goodbye
Had to love and lose a hundred million times
Had to get it wrong to know just what I like
Now I'm falling

I'm the hood Mona Lisa, break a n*gga into pieces
Had to X some cheesy n*ggas out my circle like a pizza
I'm way too exclusive, I don't shop on Insta' boutiques
All them lil' ass clothes only fit fake booties

When I take a look at my life and all of my crimes
You're the only thing that I think I got right
I'll never give you away
'Cause I already made, already made that mistake

Lover of mine, maybe we'll take some time
Kaleidoscope mind gets in the way
Hope and I pray, darling, that you will stay
Butterfly lies, chase them away

If I didn't make it, then I'd probably make my wrist bleed
Not to mislead, turn my nightmares into big dreams

Don't try and run up on my V
I knock a n*gga out his sneaks while I'm shellin' down his V
Double G for the tee
No Alicia, I got keys, don't get your car Swiss cheese

Ain't nobody ever gave me shit
With this big chip, I had to get paid
And it's 10K to go on stage
And you know the treesh gettin' laid

B*tch, I'm a thot, get me lit
Gun on my hip
One in the head
Ten in the clip
Baby, baby, don't trip
Just lower your tone
'Cause you could get hit

I call Ace Makaveli, got treesh in the 'telly
Shawty wan' f*ck off a glass of some Henny
Don't call my phone, got the feds on my celly
Flight to Miami, put dick in her belly
Wanna make bread, tell her open up Welly

I never hit a b*tch more than once 'cause they be leeches
But her p*ssy good, it taste like peaches
But she can have it, I don't need it
I'd rather have my money green like kiwi

I wish you were my lover
But you act so undercover
To love you, child, my whole life long
Be it right or be it wrong

I would love you anyway
Even if you cannot stay
I think you are the one for me
Here is where you ought to be

I want, I want, I want, but that's crazy
I want, I want, I want, and that's not me
I want, I want, I want, to be loved by you

Yeah, I know your baby mama fond of me
All she want to do is smoke that broccoli
Whispered in my ear she trying to leave with me

I spy with my little eye
A girlie I can get 'cause she don't get too many likes
A curly-headed cutie I can turn into my wife
Wait, that means forever, ever, hold up, never mind

Bottles of the Tech got it laid on ice
We spent four seasons at the Four Seasons twice
You be calling all your homegirls like 'I'm his wife'
Hell nah, you trippin', reevaluate your life

I can't love no b*tch, every single ho is trife
I sip dirty Sprite just to get me through the night

That I'd fallen for a lie
You were never on my side
Fool me once, fool me twice
Are you death or paradise?
Now you'll never see me cry
There's just no time to die

The blood you bleed is just the blood you owe

So you're a tough guy
Like it really rough guy
Just can't get enough guy
Chest always so puffed guy
I'm that bad type
Make your mama sad type
Make your girlfriend mad tight
Might seduce your dad type
I'm the bad guy
Duh

I know you're sad and tired
You've got nothing left to give
You'll find another life to live
I know that you'll get over it

If she ever call my phone you know I gotta dead her
But I like that girl too much, I wish I never met her

Money got longer, speaker got louder, car got faster
Turned to a savage, pocket got fatter, she call me daddy
Smokin' that gas, gone off that Xanny, she on the powder
Nowadays I am on, my haters got sadder

You love the Hell out of me
And Heaven's where we could be
I've stood on the edge of love
But never took the leap

Two-thirty, baby, won't you meet me by The Bean?
Too early, maybe later you can show me things
You know what it is, whenever I visit
Windy city, she blowin' me kisses

See us in sixty years with a full family tree
Give my blood, sweat, and tears to reach our destiny
'Cause love is a minefield, let's take this war, baby
'Cause at the end of it all, I choose you and you choose me

Girl, I've been thinkin' 'bout this relationship
And I wanna know is this as good as it gets?
'Cause we've been through the worst times and the best times
But it was our time, even if it was part-time

I met so many men and it's like they're all the same
My appetite for loving is now my hunger pain
And when I'm feeling sexy, who's gonna comfort me?
My only problem is their insecurity

If I wasn't a, eight-figure n*gga by the name of Jigga
Would you come around me or would you clown me
If I couldn't flow futuristic, would ya
Put your two lips on my wood and kiss it

Where would I be without my baby?
The thought alone might break me
And I don't wanna go crazy
But every thug needs a lady

I'm not always there when you call, but I'm always on time
And I gave you my all, now baby, be mine

California Love is what you crave, so on you grave
It's gonna read: 'Here lie 50, who snitched on many
That half a dollar, that nickel, them dimes, and died like penny'
And Murder Inc. will send they deepest condolences and sympathies

Now you street promotin' the dick game is potent
'Cause in the bed a n*gga go hard like Jordan

When it comes to sex, I'm similar to the thriller in Manila
Honeys call me Bigga the condom filler
Whether it's stiff tongue or stiff dick
Biggie squeeze it to make shit fit, now check this shit

I got a hundred guns, a hundred clips
N*gga I'm from New York
I got a semi-automatic that spits
Next time if you talk

Got that thing that I can't deny
Killing me soft with the big brown eyes
Such a violent thing, would you let me know
Knocking me down like a domino

Oh, don't tell your mama what you're doing tonight
Twenty-four hours ago you got that look in your eyes
Don't need your number, 'cause I know you be there
Up in the light and the beat don't lie, we're crystal clear

I know you're dying to meet me
But I can just tell you this
Baby, as soon as you meet me
You'll wish that you never did

We are the new Americana
High on legal marijuana
Raised on Biggie and Nirvana
We are the new Americana

I wanna start this out and say
I gotta get it off my chest
Got no anger, got no malice
Just a little bit of regret

But you're not half the man you think that you are
And you can't fill the hole inside of you with money, girls, and cars
I'm so glad I never ever had a baby with you
'Cause you can't love nothing unless there's something in it for you

It’s so tight, he think he slipped in my butt
I don't swallow Plan B, I just swallow the nut

This b*tch said I'm the next big thing
B*tch, shut the f*ck up and suck this big thing

Baby gave me mad face without the attitude
She gon' do it all for Chanel and Jimmy Choo
I'm the type to spend a bag on a handbag
Doesn't mean that we involved, she just gotta brag