Money In The Grave Lyrics Sung By Drake ft. Rick Ross Is The Latest Rap/Hip-Hop Song Of 2019. Money In The Grave Lyrics Is Written By Aubrey Drake Graham / William Roberts. Money In The Grave Lyrics:- Director: Theo Skudra Producers: Jason Aita,. Sarah Park Executive Producers: Christian Tyler, Matthew Budman Production Manager: Jacqueline de Niverville Production Company: Nice & Juicy Creative Yeah, okay Lil' CC on the beat, mmm Yeah, yeah I mean, where the fuck should I really even start? I got hoes that I'm keepin' in the dark I got my niggas 'cross the street livin' large Thinkin' back to the fact that they dead Thought my raps wasn't facts 'til they sat with the bars I got two phones, one need a charge Yeah, they twins, I could tell they ass apart I got big packs comin' on the way I got big stacks comin' out the safe I got Lil Max with me, he the wave It's a big gap between us in the g...
Hardy Caprio - Rapper (Official Lyrics) - Hardy Caprio Lyrics Singer Hardy Caprio [Chorus: Hardy Caprio] Says she want a baller Says she want a f boy Says she want a trapper If I pull up in a 18 plate right now I don't think that'll matter Girls wanna come round here Wanna screwface and they wanna make passa Saw bottles on the table She must think I'm a rapper [Verse 1: Hardy Caprio] Yo babe, What's the matter? Long time since I heard from Natasha Now they just wanna say a man's @ name But man's not hot, mans Dapper All these hoes got short term memory They see me and think I'm a stunter Getting make-up on a man's jumper I hit then I ghost I'm a one hit wonder I ain't no younger, I ain't no stunter I don't rate them, no Dem gyal dead in person Peng on Insta That don't make sense, no Get that brand new auto Brain while I drive Now that makes sense, sho Them boy there just talk loads That...
JACKBOYS, Pop Smoke, Travis Scott - GATTI Lyrics - JACKBOYS, Pop Smoke, Travis Scott Lyrics Singer JACKBOYS, Pop Smoke, Travis Scott [Intro: Pop Smoke] AXL Hahaha, huh? Hahaha Tired of niggas cappin' (Tired of niggas cappin') Trap House vibes Niggas frontin' their jewels (Yeah, this is a Melo beat) They ain't expectin' this one (And it's like that) [Chorus: Pop Smoke] Facts, my bitch love coco (Haha) Woo back, baby (Woo back, baby), woo (Haha, yeah) Let me see some, okay, okay (I see ya), okay, okay [Verse 1: Pop Smoke] Look, you cannot say Pop and forget the Smoke (Yeah) I'm from the Floss where niggas tote (Woah) They couldn't be Crips, so they turned Folks (Bah) Drivin' through the 'Ville, droppin' the cho (Brr) I gotta laugh, 'cause these niggas jokes (Haha) Dread like, "Who these niggas?" (Who these niggas?) "I don't know" (I don't know), but I'm on go (Woo) And I...
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