Kevin Gates – Adding Up Lyrics

[Intro]
My dog in this bitch (Luca Brasi)
My bad, dog (yeah)
Line ’em up, yeah (you know, man, I’m sorry)
Do it while I’m doin’ my verse, fuck it
Then after that, we can do it, you know what up
Huh, yeah, record all this, fuck

[Pre-Chorus]
Oh, he say he thuggin’, well, that shit ain’t addin’ up (shit ain’t addin’ up)
I’ma keep on flexin’ ’cause these niggas ain’t mad enough (I’m doin’ it)
Bitch, I’m never goin’ broke, shit, my money keed addin’ up
I’ma keep on thumbin’ through hundreds, I count money fast as fuck, uh

[Chorus]
One mil’, two mil’, uh, I’ma keep addin’ up
Three mil’, four mil’, uh, I’ma keep stackin’ up
Five mil’, six mil’, uh, I’ma keep addin’ up (add it up)
Seven mil’, eight mil’, uh, money keep addin’ up (add it up)

[Verse 1]
Aye, pressure my motive (motive), I’m thumbin’ through something, we blew out the motor
I jump in the bucket, dress up like a woman (come here bitch), I jump out and bust it in front of the Kroger
Tried to hold on to the holy approach, play for keeps, you gotta know it’s approachin’
Hit a sweep, took a lot of my homies, couldn’t sleep, Julio, he the closest
Brought the Range out, whippin’ the rover, puttin’ change out, nigga, you know it
Don’t change now, I’ma stay focused, just notice, but try not to notice
Big load, bring a pack to the show, we back now, bringin’ it back
Countin’ good, my [?] intact, I’m hood, I perfected a craft
This means I can see through the glass, SS with a digital dash
With a turbo, goin’ launch mode, doin’ circles, still hittin’ the gas
I signed for a brick and a half, touchdown to a milli in cash
I’m in the vet, I’m gettin’ neck from a giraffe and I pray to God we don’t crash
Yeah, oh

[Pre-Chorus]
Oh, he say he thuggin’, well, that shit ain’t addin’ up (shit ain’t addin’ up)
I’ma keep on flexin’ ’cause these niggas ain’t mad enough (they ain’t)
Bitch, I’m never goin’ broke, shit, my money keed addin’ up (Gates)
I’ma keep on thumbin’ through hundreds, I count money fast as fuck, uh (Gates)

[Chorus]
One mil’, two mil’, uh, I’ma keep addin’ up (Gates, Gates)
Three mil’, four mil’, uh, I’ma keep stackin’ up (add it up)
Five mil’, six mil’, uh, I’ma keep addin’ up (Gates, Gates)
Seven mil’, eight mil’, uh, money keep addin’ up (Gates, Gates)

[Verse 2]
Now we back talkin’, got out my feelings, chalk nine, engine got real symbols (do you, Gates)
Glock 9, throwin’ that in the blender, do I gotta mention I’m in the kitchen (I’m in this bitch)
Do I gotta mention, I don’t deliver, ex-girlfriend, I don’t remember (do you, Gates)
Ex-boyfriend, she don’t consider, Goddamn, hm, I get the picture
Vacuum seal one, lower the ticket, vacuum seal numb, I’m ’bout to kill it
Get mad, bitch niggas ability, drop racks, offender a cynic
‘Bout to sit down, talk with the city, free my big round, lower the sentence
Bigger bitch down, holdin’ her titties, meanwhile, while controllin’ the seating
Need help now, loan you a penny, stayed down, would’ve gave you a ticket
Big feet, bitch, why is you trippin’? Don’t get loud, talk with a whisper
When you see me, you know I be glistenin’, lil sneak peak, you know I be listenin’
Sound upset, why is you dissin’? I’ma tap something, make them come get you

[Pre-Chorus]
Oh, he say he thuggin’, well, that shit ain’t addin’ up (shit ain’t addin’ up)
I’ma keep on flexin’ ’cause these niggas ain’t mad enough (they ain’t mad)
Bitch, I’m never goin’ broke, shit, my money keed addin’ up (pew)
I’ma keep on thumbin’ through hundreds, I count money fast as fuck, uh

[Chorus]
One mil’, two mil’, uh, I’ma keep addin’ up (Gates, Gates)
Three mil’, four mil’, uh, I’ma keep stackin’ up (add it up)
Five mil’, six mil’, uh, I’ma keep addin’ up (add it up)
Seven mil’, eight mil’, uh, money keep addin’ up (add it up)

[Outro]
Say, Gates, what’s happenin’?
The fuck, dog, I mean, you love this nigga, dog?
I just keep addin’ up, dog, lemme show him
You know, I just keep addin’ up, you know what I’m sayin’
What up, lemme show him, I’m, huh, I’m him
Wassup?
Luca Brasi

mansionz – Gorgeous lyrics

[Chorus: blackbear]
Did you know you’re on fire?
Did you know that you’re beautiful?
Did you know you got me fucked up?
Did you know that you’re gorgeous?

[Verse 1: Mike Posner]
Alright, I can still remember how the weed smelled
When you were riding shotgun, no seat belt
Or the SS just taking hits
Sold that car and fucked up that relationship
I’ve built up my walls perhaps too tall
Got issues with trusting but that’s not all
Knots tied by fame and not easily undone
I fucked 200 women, said, “I love you” to one
She used to speak like she was reading a scene
And make love like she was a martyr
The only thing about flames that bright
Is they tend to make mine seem darker

[Chorus: blackbear]
Did you know you’re on fire?
Did you know that you’re beautiful?
Did you know you got me fucked up?
Did you know that you’re gorgeous?
Did you know that you’re
Did you know that you’re gorgeous?
Did you know that you’re
Did you know that you’re gorgeous?

[Verse 2: blackbear]
Yeah, yeah, in and out of love
On and off of drugs
I ask you where you’ve been
And you give me shoulder shrugs
Pink polka dot top from Saint Laurent
I bought you but you never wore it
And I don’t even send the text
I know you just ignore it
And I’m so high
Could be the drugs, could be the moment
But either way I can’t keep my eyes off of you

[Chorus: blackbear]
Did you know you’re on fire?
Did you know that you’re beautiful?
Did you know you got me fucked up?
Did you know that you’re gorgeous?
Did you know that you’re
Did you know that you’re gorgeous?
Did you know that you’re
Did you know that you’re gorgeous?

Nelly – E. I. (The Tipdrill) (feat. St Lunatics) (Uncensored)

Uh.. uh uh uh uh
Uh.. wait a minute now
Uh-ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh!
Uh, uh..
Can you hear me out there?
Lunatics.. is y’all ready?
Let me hear ya
Uh-ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh!

I’ma sucka for corn rows and manicured toes (hey)
Fendi capri pants and Parasuco’s (alright)
Passadity ?? city, with one or two throws
I’m droppin ’em outta high school straight into the pros
Who knows? I know!
And I love it when you make your knees touch your elbows
And break it down low to the flo’, and there you go
Now throw it on me slow
And everytime I Bust a rhyme, baby "Gimme Some Mo’"
You say you like that, when I hit it from behind
And I’ll be right back; yeah that’s my very next line
I use it – time after time, when I’m speakin my mind
It’s no matter if I’m shootin game to a pigeon or dime
I ask her, "Who dat is, talkin that shit about the ‘tics?"
Somebody probably jealous cause they bitch got hit
But ain’t nobody else droppin shit like this
Should we apologize? Nah fuck ’em, just leave ’em pissed, HEY!

Andele andele mami, E.I. E.I
Uh-ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh! What’s poppin’ tonight?
Andele andele mami, E.I. E.I
Uh-ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh! If the head right, Nelly there ery’night

Andele andele mami, E.I. E.I
Uh-ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh! What’s poppin’ tonight?
Andele andele mami, E.I. E.I
Uh-ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh! If the head right, Nelly there ery’night

We can gamble to the break of dawn, nigga
Money long, nigga
Pass up the skirt to talk to the thong, nigga
Some say I’m wrong, but fuck it I’m grown, nigga
If you ain’t bout money then best be gone, nigga
I’m fast (uh) double takes when you walk past me
Nasty, don’t be scared boo, go ‘head and ask me
I drive fastly, call me Jeff Gord-on
In the black SS with the naviga-tion
See the joint blaz-on, somethin smells amaz-on
I got a chick rollin up, half black and asi-an
Another one pidge-on, tellin me to come home
Her husband on vacation and left her home alone
I used the V-12, powers; weight loss, powers
From +Phat Farm+ to +Iceberg Slim+ in one shower
Get a room in Trump Towers just to hit the P hours
Kicked the bitch up out the room cause she used the word ours, HEY!

Andele andele mami, E.I. E.I
Uh-ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh! What’s poppin’ tonight?
Andele andele mami, E.I. E.I
Uh-ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh! If the head right, Nelly there ery’night

Aiyyo I smash-mouth a whole ounce, of that sticky
Wash my hands under a gold spout, when feelin icky
Let go off in a ho’s mouth, I ain’t picky
Start frontin when the shows out – whatchu mean?!
Twenty inches when they roll ouuuuuuut – come and get me
Big faces when they fold ouuuuuuut – is you wit me?
Don’t make me pull that fo’-fo’ ouuuuuuut
I keep it closer when the dough ouuuuuuut
Then I slide up in the Escalade
Me and E gettin solid like the Ice Capades
And me and Heezy – frosty, project mo’ wrapped up than Bugsy
You understand me, wrapped wrists like mummies
If you compare me to your local grocery
Then you’ll see I got more carrots/karats than "Aisle D"
More bread than "Aisle G", then bag and scan me
+Sure+ like +Al B.+, meet the ‘tics in Maui, HEY!

Andele andele mami, E.I. E.I
Uh-ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh! What’s fuckin’ tonight?
Andele andele mami, E.I. E.I
Uh-ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh! If the head right, Nelly there ery’night

St. Louis y’all, uh, uh
Uh-ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh!
Uh, can you feel that?
Lunatics y’all, uh, uh
Uh-ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh!
Uh, uh, Uncle Phil up above y’all, uh, uh
Uh-ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh!
Yell it universal y’all, uh, uh
Uh-ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh!
Uh, uh, chillin chillin chillin with the crew y’all

Andele andele mami, E.I. E.I
Uh-ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh! What’s poppin’ tonight?
Andele andele mami, E.I. E.I
Uh-ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh! If the head right, Nelly there ery’night