Madchild & Evidence – Drama

[Scratch Hook]
Let’s continue the saga
Mad drama

[Verse 1]
This is pure Afghan war and terror dope
People watch me like staring through a periscope
I didn’t end up handcuffed
Three more years, throw the L.A. hands up
Fuck man, you startled us
Shit, how the fuck did he come back like Spartacus
Love my fans that are like he’s a part of us
Bax War fam saying “Fuck man, you started us”
People’s nose in my business like Snoopy
Like “how old’s the chick that he fucked?” it’s a groupie
The reaching. It got me skeptical as shit
Playboy, I’m the new Hugh Hefner in this bitch
I’m a hustler
Full of poison like I’m packing smoke
Kids are fake. Not really animals, they’re jackalopes

[Scratch Hook]
Mad drama
Let’s continue the saga

[Verse 2]
Dia de Muertos, a day of the dead
Instead of harnessing the carnival inside of my head
Yeah, now the adrenaline’s kicked in
Hell up in and now replenish me, developing thick skin
Assembling words, I’m prevalent
Penalties for taking advantage of my benevolence
See the glim to my dark eyes, malevolent
Tremble from new energy. Revel in redevelopments
Werewolf, pain bloom in the autumn night
Black skies, full moon, slaughter when I write
God almighty oddity that isn’t thought of lightly
Frightening God of thunder riding down a rod of lightning
Still I stay low key and hang with OGs
Rappers see me in top form and they’re like “oh geez”
Old beast, keep writing ‘til I’m obese
‘Cause when you’ve been through hell and back you don’t get cold feet

[Scratch Hook]
You can’t take the drama
Continue the saga
Mad drama

Trinidad James – Daddy Dick (feat. Bankroll Fresh)

[Hook: Trinidad James]
Daddy Dick all on your bitch
Daddy Dick all on your bitch
Daddy Dick all on your bitch
Daddy Dick all on your bitch
That Lil’ hoe thank she special
That Lil’ hoe thank she special
That Lil’ hoe thank she special
That Lil’ hoe thank she special
Daddy Dick all on your bitch
Daddy Dick all on your bitch
Daddy Dick all on your bitch
Daddy Dick all on your bitch
That Lil’ hoe thank she special
That Lil’ hoe thank she special
That Lil’ hoe thank she special
That Lil’ hoe thank she special

[Verse 1: Trinidad James]
I wanna give her the daddy dick
I wanna make her feel special
One hand, I give her I give her the daddy dick
Two hands, I’m giving her extra
One hand, I mean it, I’m textin’
One hand, I mean it, I’m textin’
Two hands, that mean that I’m ready
No hands, that mean that I’m flexin’
You bend her over, get a heart attack
I bend her over, and handle that
I put the hoe in the ambulance
Hit that pussy, do the hammer dance
Somebody get me a cameraman
Somebody get me a UBER!
All these hoes gotta go
I got some more I’m recruiting

[Hook: Trinidad James]
Daddy Dick all on your bitch
Daddy Dick all on your bitch
Daddy Dick all on your bitch
Daddy Dick all on your bitch
That Lil’ hoe thank she special
That Lil’ hoe thank she special
That Lil’ hoe thank she special
That Lil’ hoe thank she special
Daddy Dick all on your bitch
Daddy Dick all on your bitch
Daddy Dick all on your bitch
Daddy Dick all on your bitch
That Lil’ hoe thank she special
That Lil’ hoe thank she special
That Lil’ hoe thank she special
That Lil’ hoe thank she special

[Verse 2: Bankroll Fresh]
Hit the hoe with that dick
We smokin’, fuck, that was it
I didn’t even spend the night
Been cooking fish ‘n grits
I made her buy me a fit
I made her buy me some kicks
She trippin’, she jump through a fit
I hit her with the Daddy Dick
That lil’ hoe thank she so special
That lil’ hoe actin’ so extra
I’m in this bitch spending extras
My pockets on Nutty Professor
I’m pimpin these hoes like Hugh Hefner
I did a 1 8 in the Tesla
You loving these hoes, you a failure
I call your homeboy and I tell him I put…

[Hook: Trinidad James]
Daddy Dick all on your bitch
Daddy Dick all on your bitch
Daddy Dick all on your bitch
Daddy Dick all on your bitch
That Lil’ hoe thank she special
That Lil’ hoe thank she special
That Lil’ hoe thank she special
That Lil’ hoe thank she special
Daddy Dick all on your bitch
Daddy Dick all on your bitch
Daddy Dick all on your bitch
Daddy Dick all on your bitch
That Lil’ hoe thank she special
That Lil’ hoe thank she special
That Lil’ hoe thank she special
That Lil’ hoe thank she special

[Outro: Trinidad James]
One hand, I mean it, I’m textin’
One hand, I mean it, I’m textin’
Two hands, that mean that I’m ready
No hands, that mean that I’m flexin’
One hand, I mean it, I’m textin’
One hand, I mean it, I’m textin’
Two hands, that mean that I’m ready
No hands, that mean that I’m flexin’
One hand, I mean it, I’m textin’
One hand, I mean it, I’m textin’
Two hands, that mean that I’m ready
No hands, that mean that I’m flexin’
One hand, I mean it, I’m textin’
One hand, I mean it, I’m textin’
Two hands, that mean that I’m ready
No hands, that mean that I’m flexin’
FATHER FIGURE!

Uncle Murda – Thot (feat. Young M.A & Dios Moreno)

[Intro: Dios Moreno]
Yeah
I mean, I don’t know what to think
I guess

[Hook: Dios Moreno]
I said the girls look so good, but their minds is not ready
I said the girls look so good, but their minds is not ready
God damn, I used to like you
That pussy was tight too
Can’t believe I almost wifed you
Found out you was a thot too
What you gotta be a thot for
What you gotta be a thot for
In you, I see a lot more
What you gotta be a thot for
Damn, girl

[Verse 1: Uncle Murda]
Before I took her out, I ain’t know who she was
She knew all them niggas poppin’ bottles in the club
Ain’t wanna believe it, I was in denial
Ain’t had no good box like that in a while
Was damn near payin’ all her bills
I was keepin’ it all the way real
You know I’m tellin’ the truth, I’m sippin’ that Henny
She ain’t call me Murda, let her call me Lenny
Wifey material, she not it
Can’t believe I had my kids around that thot bitch
Gotta do better, should’ve knew better
Now I got a bunch’ve broads like Hugh Hefner

[Hook: Dios Moreno]
I said the girls look so good, but their minds is not ready
I said the girls look so good, but their minds is not ready
God damn, I used to like you
That pussy was tight too
Can’t believe I almost wifed you
Found out you was a thot too
What you gotta be a thot for
What you gotta be a thot for
In you, I see a lot more
What you gotta be a thot for
Damn, girl

[Verse 2: Young M.A]
Every time I see you, I get a bad vibe
Just thinkin’ that someone else in between your thighs
Like, damn, why you gotta be a thottie
My man said he caught the neck right there in the lobby
And I was gonna wife this bitch
Went from "I love you" to "I don’t even like this bitch"
I was tryna turn a ho into a house wife
At first, I was tryna see what that mouth like
And I gave you the best of me
Now shawty dead to me
Thought she was the one, she turned out to be a Headphanie

[Hook: Dios Moreno]
I said the girls look so good, but their minds is not ready
I said the girls look so good, but their minds is not ready
God damn, I used to like you
That pussy was tight too
Can’t believe I almost wifed you
Found out you was a thot too
What you gotta be a thot for
What you gotta be a thot for
In you, I see a lot more
What you gotta be a thot for
Damn, girl

Know me – Gucci Mane feat. Law lyrics

Lyrics Gucci Mane – Know me

Know me!
It’s Gucci!

Like they know meee
Now they scream my name like they know me
Now they scream my name like they know me.

I ain’t LA reek
But this dope is epic
This ain’t LA weed
This shit came from Texas
My whip game fast and furious
Pack gone in 60 seconds
My jewelry whirlpooling
It broke a world record
Say I’m a heart throb
She’ll make a girl record
Don’t turn that door knob
Might see your girl naked
I think I’m David Beckham
In them low top Giuseppes
I’m Gucci Westbrook
They don’t know how to check em
You know a .. niggas
But I need the lion’s share
Standing over Versace sofas
Call it the lion chair
Say what you say, shorty
Gucci don’t play, shorty
Got all this ice on
And it’s a day party.

I been running plays Kyrie Irving
I treat all my bitches like I’m Goldie
Now they scream my name like they know me
Now they scream my name like they know meee
I put them on cane now they owe me
Now they scream my name like they know meee
Now they scream my name like they know meee.

World stars for your television
They know I’m popping paparazzi with me
Hugh Hefner that’s 100 bitches
Good life I ain’t ever switching
Yeah, counting money with the Cubans
Your old bitch, went and used her
Your new bitch, still a groupie
Say she f*cking with a movement
This type of sauce I’m cooking in the kitchen
I got some 90s on me, I’m drippin’
Bring that to the table then you leash it
I had to cross them over, they was reaching
This shit was made for the money, Prada
That bag you talking about, went and got it
That nigga, touchdown, took a few losses
Like a quarterback with no watchers.

I been running plays Kyrie Irving
I treat all my bitches like I’m Goldie
Now they scream my name like they know me
Now they scream my name like they know meee
I put them on cane now they owe me
Now they scream my name like they know meee
Now they scream my name like they know meee.

I been running plays Kyrie Irving
I treat all my bitches like I’m Goldie
Now they scream my name like they know meee
Now they scream my name like they know meee
Now they scream my name like they know meee
Now they scream my name like they know meee
Now they scream my name like they know meee
Now they scream my name like they know meeeee.
Gucci Mane lyrics
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