Fast Lane lyrics - Don Toliver, Lil Durk & Latto

 (from "Fast & Furious 9: The Fast Saga" soundtrack)

[Don Toliver:]

(Ain't that DJ Chose over there? Look like DJ Chose)

Yeah, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy

Movin' on, speedin' through the fast lane

They say I know magic how my whips change

They don't see what I see

Love is a game, you know it's past me

Zero to hundred, you know I'm on, on go

Play with my dawgs, you know I'm on, on go (Let's get it)

Bottles on bottles, you know I'm on, on go

Movin' too fast, you know we on, on go

I ain't too sweet, you make your wheels go up

If I gotta make a call, you made the wrong, wrong choice

I won't leave it open, you know I'm on, on go

Movin' too fast, you know I'm on, on go

[Latto:]

Fast lane, bet I push a hundred in two seconds

I just spent the Bentley and the Lambo on two necklaces

Fuck it, take 'em on to high speed, I'm too reckless

Demon time when I'm in that Demon, they can't catch me

Bet they get the message, I'm the best of the bestest

Bitch, I get the bag and blow it, you get yours and you stretch it

I be livin' life fast, I pray to God I don't wreck it

And I'm still waitin' for a bitch to check it

Who want the smoke? Better hope you don't choke

I be ridin' two-seater, it's just me and the scope

I like my nigga gangster with a mouth full of golds (Uh)

He hit the Latto, that's goals

[Don Toliver:]

Movin' on, speedin' through the fast lane

They say I know magic how my whips change

They don't see what I see

Love is a game, you know it's past me

Zero to hundred, you know I'm on, on go

Play with my dawgs, you know I'm on, on go (Let's get it)

Bottles on bottles, you know I'm on, on go

Movin' too fast, you know we on, on go

I ain't too sweet, you make your wheels go up

If I gotta make a call, you made the wrong, wrong choice

I won't leave it open, you know I'm on, on go

Movin' too fast, you know I'm on, on go

[Lil Durk:]

High speed the cars, that mean all my cars tinted

All the scammers callin' me with cars, I need ten of them

Had these niggas flexin' with these cars, know they rented, uh

I could put some rappers all on blast, but I ain't gon' mention them

I'm a fiend sippin' on some lean with my real or two

All the opps thinkin' that they're safe, this shit treacherous

Put the lights inside the Lamborghini, you ain't listenin'

Put the car in sport and get to jumpin' like it's ticklish, yeah

[Don Toliver:]

Movin' on, speedin' through the fast lane

They say I know magic how my whips change

They don't see what I see

Love is a game, you know it's past me

Zero to hundred, you know I'm on, on go

Play with my dawgs, you know I'm on, on go (Let's get it)

Bottles on bottles, you know I'm on, on go

Movin' too fast, you know we on, on go

I ain't too sweet, you make your wheels go up

If I gotta make a call, you made the wrong, wrong choice

I won't leave it open, you know I'm on, on go

Movin' too fast, you know I'm on, on go

Fuck U Thought lyrics - Lil Durk

 Smurkio, I'm on 2.0, I can't stop nothin'

(The Melody)

Smurkio, I'm on 2.0, I can't stop nothin'

(DJ on the beat so it's a banger)

I'ma give it to 'em on another level

We on some other shit

Man, what?

Swappin' murder weapons, this bitch too clean, must be the block gun (Go, go)

I can count yo' shots with a clear clip, this a black drum (Brrah)

Knew you niggas was different, your mans booked and he ain't got nothin' (He ain't got nothin')

L'A killer asked can I pay for his lawyer, I should've stabbed him (Should've stabbed)

Them my baby threats, but they lil' brothers, they some rascals (Go, they some rascals)

I know you my brother, I ask for money, you make it a hassle (Yeah, yeah)

High like Adderalls, they overshaped, somethin' like the capsules (Go, somethin' like the capsules)

Fuck her from the back, I grab her throat, she tryna wrestle (Go, go, come here)

Died in front of yo' bitch, she could've saved you, she had a tampon (Go, mhm-mhm)

I'm the only reason you still alive, you better believe it (Go, mhm-mhm)

I be smokin' dope gas, bro roll up the Chevron (Go, dope)

I done gave 'em money, they bought cars and weed and Hemron (Go, yeah)

Keep it P, we ain't run our mouth to no block, this shit Lamron (This shit Lamron, nigga)

Say you ain't the jakes, but talk to rats all on your platform (This shit Lamron, nigga)

I go hit for hit with your biggest rapper, he only got one (Uh, yeah)

I can go money for money with your biggest rapper, but he ain't got none (Go, go)

I'm the only thing in the way, they tryna slide on me (Tryna slide on me)

Lil' bro thirsty to pop out with the Drac', he ain't find one (He ain't find one)

Told lil' bro I want niggas with names (Go), he ain't find one (He ain't find one)

Ask yo' block who they catch with a name, they ain't find one (Let's get it)

Fuck you thought? (Go)

You can't blame me, I done put in too much work (Yeah, yeah)

Fuck you thought? (Yeah)

Only reason they know your name because of Durk (Oh, yeah, yeah)

Fuck you thought? (Yeah)

You tryna slide just to slide, that shit don't work (Yeah, yeah, yeah)

Fuck you thought? (Yeah, man, what?)

You say dead niggas they say what's back, that shit a boomerang (Go, go, go, pussy)

Don't go live around me, I'm in war, just make a boomerang (Fan-ass niggas)

Hundred K on veneers, I want a grill, I go to Johnny Dang (Yeah)

I ain't drop no tears, I'm so serious, ask my mama, gang (Ask my mama, nigga)

Credit was fucked up, I put my Rolls truck in my mama name (Skrrt)

Tried to take a pipe case for my dawg and I was seventeen (Want some more)

Lil' DOC, ain't even make it, I put my brother name (I'm on coke)

Hundred bands, it's fallin' out every pocket, I need a rubber band (Go, go)

Told Lil Pooda, he better go get it with Mooda (Go), but he ain't understand (Yeah, yeah)

Ask Lil Boona, that money ain't hit my account, I did the money dance (Yeah, yeah)

Half the niggas I was fuckin' with 'cause they J Money friends

Goin' West, we damn near caught a flat, we stuck on Hermitage (Go)

How you jump on Clubhouse, tell them niggas what your brother did? (Snitch-ass nigga)

Lawyer great, you should've seen they face, I gave her another ten (Gettin' money, nigga)

I'm nothin' nice she ask, "Can I cum twice?" I think of another bitch (Yeah)

Eleven kids, I claim my sister kids and all my brother kids (Yeah, yeah, what?)

I'm the only thing in the way, they tryna slide on me (Tryna slide on me)

Lil' bro thirsty to pop out with the Drac', he ain't find one (He ain't find one)

Told lil' bro I want niggas with names, he ain't find one (He ain't find one)

Ask yo' block who they catch with a name, they ain't find one (Let's get it, go)

Fuck you thought? (Go)

You can't blame me, I done put in too much work (Yeah, yeah)

Fuck you thought? (Yeah)

Only reason they know your name because of Durk (Oh, yeah, yeah)

Fuck you thought? (Yeah)

You tryna slide just to slide, that shit don't work (Yeah, yeah, yeah)

Fuck you thought? (Man, what? Go, go)

Pussy

Get That Money lyrics - Lil Durk (feat. Chris Brown & French Montana)

 [Chris Brown:]

Look how she up and down that pole

Stripper bitches, got a couple singles for you

Just clap that ass up on that pole

Twerk, twerk, twerk

Now pop that pussy for a real nigga

Now do it, get dat money baby

Now pop that pussy for a real nigga

Go ahead and get dat money baby

[Lil Durk:]

Hundred dollar bottle

What the strippers swallow

Malaya Blacc Chyna

Shout out to Tyga

Red Bottom just to match the Rarri Spider

Plane, Jane rolling got them bitches on fire

Now whoever say I come for

I just break the band on the bitch that's on that pole

Pussy popping, got the squad turning up with hoes

Ace Of Spades, VIP, we see TV like show

Now oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh

Got spice red all on my shoe

We global like we on the news

Stay in the best designer, we be on the news

Let's get it

[Chris Brown:]

Look how she up and down that pole

Stripper bitches, got a couple singles for you

Just clap that ass up on that pole

Twerk, twerk, twerk

Now pop that pussy for a real nigga

Now do it, get dat money baby

Now pop that pussy for a real nigga

Go ahead and get dat money baby

[French Montana:]

Came flipping, I bought it

When I came through in that foreign

Only fuck with them bad bitches, them square bitches be boring

She need five stacks on that hair

Coke, pills I'm on

Been getting money all year

All them cribs I own

Showty help me slanging fish to meet me at the yard

Godamn, young nigga made it hot

Showty bend it over, throw them bands on it

Came with a 100 large, Uncle Sam on em

We just spend it on the top like a ceiling fan

I can catch a of the Instagram

Wrist wrapped up, John Wall

Stacking money up, wall to wall

[Chris Brown:]

Look how she up and down that pole

Stripper bitches, got a couple singles for you

Just clap that ass up on that pole

Twerk, twerk, twerk

Now pop that pussy for a real nigga

Now do it, get dat money baby

Now pop that pussy for a real nigga

Go ahead and get dat money baby

Goofy lyrics - Lil Durk (feat. Jeezy & Future)

 [Future:]

Southside

Yeah, Super

Yeah, what we doin'?

Only the family involved

I don't fuck with none of these goofy, goofy, goofies

I don't fuck with none of you goofy, goofies

Only the family involved

I don't fuck with none of these goofy, goofy, goofies

I don't fuck with none of you goofy, goofies

Young nigga thought I was trippin'

Had to cut 'em off 'cause you wasn't gettin' no money

Young nigga thought I was trippin'

Had to cut it off 'cause you wasn't catching no hundreds

Shit, I bought the goon from Russia

Shit, I bought the goon from Russia

[Lil Durk:]

Took the string off the MAC, you a goofy

Switch up for some pussy you coochie (lean)

How you bad and boujee? (bitch)

No car, no house, lil' bitch you goofy (goofy)

I wouldn't mind fuckin' in the coupe (in the coupe)

I wouldn't mind fuckin', no groupies (no groupies)

I wouldn't mind fuckin' with goofies (lame)

Send his ass off he a goofy (pussy)

Left his ass stretched on the stretcher (goofy)

Fucked the bitch left her in the huncho (groupie)

Lamborghini price go skrt skrt

Young nigga caught a body got right out

In my neighborhood I'm like Tookie (6-0)

Set it off, uzi

Your jewelry gang, fufi (fake!)

You thinking we goofy we hop out and shoot

[Future:]

Only the family involved

I don't fuck with none of these goofy, goofy, goofies

I don't fuck with none of you goofy, goofies

Only the family involved

I don't fuck with none of these goofy, goofy, goofies

I don't fuck with none of you goofy, goofies

Young nigga thought I was trippin'

Had to cut 'em off 'cause you wasn't gettin' no money

Young nigga thought I was trippin'

Had to cut it off 'cause you wasn't catching no hundreds

Shit, I bought the goon from Russia

Shit, I bought the goon from Russia

[Jeezy:]

Coupe from Italy though

I got two of them Rollies

That mean I'm goin' to Boosie

All that dick ridin', no lyin'

Don't know if they're gangstas or groupies

I can't give a fuck 'bout these niggas

Def ain't textin' these hoes

Sleep with a million in cash

Them my relationship goals

I'm on the phone with a sheik

I'm tryna cop me some gems

I'm in the coupe with a mink

I'm ridin' facto the rims

D.A. know who I am

Galore is I don't give a damn

Open my top like a clam

Bentley as white as them grams

[Future:]

Only the family involved

I don't fuck with none of these goofy, goofy, goofies

I don't fuck with none of you goofy, goofies

Only the family involved

I don't fuck with none of these goofy, goofy, goofies

I don't fuck with none of you goofy, goofies

Young nigga thought I was trippin'

Had to cut 'em off 'cause you wasn't gettin' no money

Young nigga thought I was trippin'

Had to cut it off 'cause you wasn't catching no hundreds

Shit, I bought the goon from Russia

Shit, I bought the goon from Russia

Guitar In My Room lyrics - Lil Durk & Kid Cudi

 [Lil Durk:]

I'm in a room with my guitar, I'm tryna prove that I'm a star

But I hate when we keep distance, 'cause it's a different way response

Keep it natural the first date, we gon' watch Tubi in the car

Ask me what's my motivation, I say "The trenches", she say "Why?"

I was takin' off prescriptions of them drugs

I wanna ask for your permission, don't judge

Before you ever get a job, get a gun

Gotta hit a thousand girls before you fall in love

Gotta say you're older just to get inside the club

Inside the house starvin', went to school to get lunch

Had to dress for funerals before I ever dressed for prom

Had to dress for funerals before I ever dressed for prom

Accept me please, accept me for me

Don't judge me on my past life, no, I want you to believe

All type of girls be on my line, but I ain't chasin' them though

We always around our friends, let's take vacations alone

Your last boyfriend wasn't for it, he had you stayin' at home

And I know that you was mad, 'cause you was stayin' alone

For example, his friends came over, he made you stay in the room

For example, just think you with me when you stare at the moon

See your life is a scary movie and I can't hold you no more

Can't cover your face with the makeup, I know who you are

Don't get your titties and ass done, I like who you are

He make you so insecure about whoever you are

I was takin' off prescriptions of them drugs

I wanna ask for your permission, don't judge

Before you ever get a job, get a gun

Gotta hit a thousand girls before you fall in love

Accept me please, accept me for me

Don't judge me on my past life, no, I want you to believe

I'm just tryna tell you who we are (Are)

I'm just tryna tell you who we are (Are)

I'm just tryna tell you who we are (Are)

I'm just tryna tell you who we are

[Kid Cudi:]

Hmm, who we are

Telling all your girlfriends that I'm your star

Caught you in a dream, I hit you with that sauce

See, we aim at the moon, no, babe, won't fall

She said she missed that feeling

A real nigga that is so appealin'

Keep it low, baby, I'm not leavin'

Soaking up your glow, we take it slow

If there's problems, I'll solve 'em, no lie

You never had a nigga catchin' all the signs

It's time, babe, lost in the lights

Everywhere I'm at with you, I'm fine

It's hazy, baby, gimme that honey, honey

She fuckin' with the illy, and she know it, know it

Now watch me handle it, she threw it back, I'm diggin' in that

I give you A1, want some more? Now, girl, that's a bet

Oh-oh-oh-oh

She said she never wanna come down (Yeah-yeah)

She want that magic, kinda like her drug (Yeah-yeah)

She want that magic, gotta get that love, love

Gunz And Money lyrics - Lil Durk

 [Chorus:]

Sorry we don't know you bitch

Who you rolling with?

Free my bronem out the pen

We be some killer sense

My block, my niggas smoking shit

That's how we rolling shit

We do magic pull up on them Hocus Pocus shit

Guns and money [x8]

[Verse 1:]

300 who I'm rolling with

Called a bro we smoking shit

If we broke we poking him

Act like you don't know this shit

Sip lean to stay focus shit

Fed my block with dope and pics

Perculins with coke and shit

50 shots we drumming shit

Fefe we don't come to them

We see a opp we punish him

Word to Nuski killer

Word to Chino killer

Word to Moski killer

We know we gon kill you

You know we don't feel you

You know we gon get em

They know we them niggas

They know we them niggas

Bang bro hoes we brothers bitch

THF my brothers bitch

Got caught on some other shit

Throw out the case like color bitch

One night ain't no cuddle bitch

Ref throw me a rubber bitch

Can't go walking ain't trust a bitch

I can't take care of the kids

[Chorus]

[Verse 2:]

Foenem they be wacking shit

I ain't with that lacking shit

Carry 40s Macs and shit

Inkies back like tatting shit

I be up on racks and shit

I do what's in my riffle shit

Fuck a bitch off my IG don't post my shit relax lil bitch

Cali sipping act and tec I don't how to act with that

I'm a G with this new K

Like I'm with the alphabet

Call up BJ from the pen no back? but he gon make them checks

Late night driving on some bopping shit

Go out west with that

Put them niggas on you

Yeah they'll done you

Can't go home late night cause I put them niggas on you

Yeah yeah

OTF 300 nigga this the year

[Chorus]

Hellcats SRTs 2 lyrics - Sexyy Red & Lil Durk

 [Sexyy Red:]

(Young Rari)

Yoom, yoom

It's Sexyy

Yeah

Bad bitches, we like fast cars

We like niggas that sell drugs with fast cars (Skrrt, skrrt)

Hellcats, SRTs, nigga, come pull up on me

Drive the car fast, do the dash, it make my coochie leak

Real bad bitch sittin' pretty, thousand for the weave

Fingernails exotic, gotta look cute when I'm smokin' weed

Trackhawk, say he wanna eat it, put that shit in park (Skrrt)

Bend it over, I'm from St. Louis, say he like my arch

Tell that nigga cash out for a whip if he want my heart

Playin' with my coochie while he drive, we on our way to Mars

[Lil Durk:]

(Man what)

Fifty-fifty, split my bill with who? Don't play with my lil' bitch

I got booster bitches, don't steal Amiri, they keep a Nike Tech

Bro ain't link with Doodie, but I know Sexyy want one night with Dread

Want me to eat her coochie, but I ain't no goofy, I can't go for that

C-H-I-C-A-G-O, go, bitch we from the 'Raq

Smoke before we fuck in the hotel, got my deposit snatched

Nah, this ain't no Scat, or no Cat, bitch, this just a Track'

Suck it while I'm drivin', big fault, I just order it back

Can't be seen when I pull up, I fucked your friend, her shiesty ass

Vanish mode, I did that for a reason, he gon' meet her there

Leave in the middle of sex, I grab my scale with my lil' leave her ass

I know your kids fans, but if you plan, I'm down to beat your ass

[Sexyy Red:]

Hellcats, SRTs, nigga, come pull up on me

Drive the car fast, do the dash, it make my coochie leak

Real bad bitch sittin' pretty, thousand for the weave

Fingernails exotic, gotta look cute when I'm smokin' weed

Trackhawk, say he wanna eat it, put that shit in park (Skrrt)

Bend it over, I'm from St. Louis, say he like my arch

Tell that nigga cash out for a whip if he want my heart

Playin' with my coochie while he drive, we on our way to Mars

You drunk? You swervin', I'm Sexyy, so he nervous

Bussin' hooks with my nigga in a foreign, servin' (Yoom)

R-real bad bitch, ain't nothin' average, that's for certain

He used to can't handle Big Sexyy, but he learnin'

B-bounce my ass in traffic, you in a hooptie, ho, you lackin'

Pull up in somethin' fast, you know I bring out all the ratchets

D-drive the Hellcat with no license, I'm a savage

He used to fuck with lames now he fuckin' with the baddest (Sexyy)

Hellcats, SRTs, nigga, come pull up on me

Drive the car fast, do the dash, it make my coochie leak

Real bad bitch sittin' pretty, thousand for the weave

Fingernails exotic, gotta look cute when I'm smokin' weed

Trackhawk, say he wanna eat it, put that shit in park (Skrrt)

Bend it over, I'm from St. Louis, say he like my arch

Tell that nigga cash out for a whip if he want my heart

Playin' with my coochie while he drive, we on our way to Mars

Hellcats, SRTs, nigga, come pull up on me

Hellcats, SRTs, nigga, come pull up on me

Hellcats, SRTs, nigga, come pull up on me

Hellcats, SRTs, nigga, come and nut in me

Vroom, we out

Hit Em Hard lyrics - Offset, Trippie Redd, Kevin Gates, Lil Durk & King Von

 (from "Fast & Furious 9: The Fast Saga" soundtrack)

Skrrt, hey

I got the heat, comin' in hard

Pull out the flame, ready to spark

Turn up the beat, tear it apart

Tear off the leash, I'm in the yard

I hit 'em hard, I hit 'em hard

I hit 'em hard, I hit 'em hard

I hit 'em hard, I hit 'em hard

I hit 'em hard, I hit 'em hard

Drivin' the Lambo', I'm burnin' the street

Life is a gamble, it's you or it's me

I can't take an L anytime I compete

I am the one that you never will be

I hit 'em hard

Lamborghini wit' a hundred in 'em (Lamb')

Ride on 'em, in the drop, Bentley (Ride)

Get the money, on the money mission (Hey)

Had to focus, keep a tunnel vision (Woo)

No mercy, I'm not even playin' with 'em (Nah)

Knock 'em off, I had my man hit 'em (Knock 'em off)

I made me some bands with 'em (Bands)

My diamonds they like to go dance with 'em (Dance)

No talkin' 'bout joggin', we runnin' the city (Woo)

Opposition, now under submission

You movin' your tongue like you comin' against me

You hurt, in your feelings, convertible ceilin'

One push of the button, you comin' up missin'

Count it up, tuck it, take nothin' offensive

Touchin' them M's, what I loved turned against me

Let me know trust, 'bout to run it up riches

Ready to eat, never gon' starve

Run with the beasts, swim with the sharks

I'ma get mine, put it on God

Ice out the cross, now who the boss?

I got the heat, comin' in hard

Pull out the flame, ready to spark

Turn up the beat, tear it apart

Tear off the leash, I'm in the yard

You gotta have heart, you gotta go hard

Gotta be smart, play all your cards

Turn to a beast, I could've starved

I couldn't sleep, I had to eat

Drivin' the Lambo', I'm burnin' the street

Life is a gamble, it's you or it's me

I won't take an L anytime I compete

I am the one that you never will be

I hit 'em hard

I'm in the 'Cat ('Cat), hop out and hop out the scat

Hop out and pop me some X (Yeah)

I be with killers, I land in the 'Raq

Bond out a killer, they label a threat

Strikers on strikers, they changin' the VIN (They changin')

Talk shit, just drop yo' pin (Just drop it)

You played that lame inside this club

You better not play him again (Von)

Doin' the dash, so fast, better not crash (Hell nah)

Twelve mad, pockets fat

You run a race, then this a bet (Oh yeah)

Catch up, bet I'll leave you

Tooka smoking hard, this that diesel

My lil' niggas lethal (Yeah)

I can leave a Lamb' in the regal (Skrrt, skrrt)

I'm in fast shit (Yeah), ain't get the tags did (Dang)

We'll slide in our momma car

We don't give a fuck, it get took, get our ass kicked (Skrrt)

Ayy, Durk you promotin' violence (On gang)

Yeah? They revokin' license (On gang)

Slide on bro with a brand new Lambo' truck

He don't know which striker (Vroom), vroom

Ready to eat, never gon' starve

Run with the beasts, swim with the sharks

I'ma get mine, put it on God

Ice out the cross, now who the boss?

Drivin' the Lambo', I'm burnin' the street

Life is a gamble, it's you or it's me

I won't take an L anytime I compete

I am the one that you never will be

I hit 'em hard

I'm in the dark, diamonds they dancin', they hitting real hard

In a push start, know that my engine the back of the car

I took out the tip and I'm pushin' my limits

I'm goin' real fast, I'm goin' real far (Yeah)

I told her to fuck with the boss and the business

I stay in my bag (Yeah), I know I'm a star

I stay with them crash dummies, we don't give a fuck, we hittin 'em hard (Hard)

And I'm using my brain one hundred percent, bitch, I don't need a job

Used to play on the handlebars (Bars), now we handling firearms

Just lend me the gas, and I'll do the dash

I'll puff up and pass, get deep off the pass

I hit 'em hard

Home Body (Remix) lyrics - Lil Durk (feat. Teyana Taylor & Melii)

 DY Krazy

[Teyana Taylor:]

If I finally let you smash, you put you back in it

Watch this pussy string you out, like it got crack in it

It look good in the mirror, the way I practice it

I wanna feel the whole shit, don't give me half of it

Drunk text lead to rich sex (yeah, yeah)

Then that group sex, where my bitch wet (yeah, yeah)

You know I'm nasty

Got me touching on my own body

If R&B don't mention me, don't mention nobody

I been fly since like 15, without a co-pilot

We been fucking for a year, before they know'd about it

Boy you know that pussy good, but don't go boast about it

Boy you know that pussy wet when you swim deep inside it

I suggest you wear a vest if you plan on surviving

Ya day was long, the sex was good

So tell me all about it

If you too tired, be my bike, relax and let me ride it

Coupe sex, with no roof sex (yeah, yeah)

Hula-hoop sex, on a loop sex (yeah, yeah)

Give it to me nasty, yeah (no, no)

Oh, oh, you gon' dive in this pussy, you gon' overdose

Fuck me good after we eat, then we gone roll the smoke

Ooh, oh, snatch my soul up in the Rolls, so I can go ghost

[Lil Durk:]

Baby, when I smash you, put your back in it

Get that first nut, then I'm back in it

Can you go deep? You keep aksing it

Don't take a whole Perc', she want half of it

Drug sex, drug sex, yeah, yeah

Rich sex, rich sex, yeah, yeah

I know you nasty

She be touchin' on her own body

[Melii:]

You know you can't compare me to no other bitch (no, no)

Head so good I call you by your government (government)

Fuck so good, I fuck just for the fuck of it

Feel so good you just can't get enough of it

Oh, nah, nah, the bones slide by

You're grabbin', say "Bye, bye"

I can't take this only

I know you want me, and it's clear

Baby, tell me you decided

'Cause in your heart you feel you know you can't fight it

When we together you know that we always vibing, vibing

I feel up on you get excited

Wanna take control? Baby, it's fine with me

Look me in the eyes when inside me

Ride or die, need you right beside me

Anytime I fuck, boy, you remind me...

[Lil Durk:]

Baby, when I smash you, put your back in it

Get that first nut, then I'm back in it

Can you go deep? You keep aksing it

Don't take a whole Perc', she want half of it

Drug sex, drug sex, yeah, yeah

Rich sex, rich sex, yeah, yeah

I know you nasty

She be touchin' on her own body

Homie Bitch lyrics - Lil Durk (feat. Lil Yachty & Quavo)

 [Lil Durk:]

Like you on some homie shit

Don't lie to me, baby, you know you want me there

I take it out your mouth and you can blow me kiss

When I ain't have nothin', baby, you showed me shit

I done fell in love with my homie bitch

I done fell in love, I done fell in love

I done fell in love with my homie bitch

I done fell in love, I done fell in love

I done fell in love with my homie bitch

Pussy got that water taste

Let's celebrate, baby, let's chill and order Ace

I'm a real street nigga, don't really go on dates

What sacrifice can we make?

My homie treat you light, shit you a queen to me

Let me fuck you from the back while you sing to me

I go deeper in that pussy, what you mean to me

Turn that mothafucka around, babe

I love you too

Pull your pants down to your ankles

Put it on my face, give me facials

It's why these lil' hoes hate you

You're so swagged that they can't take you

I'm givin' hard dick, I'ma chase you

Pussy on my mouth, let me taste it

Patrón in my mouth, let me taste it

Like you on some homie shit

Don't lie to me, baby, you know you want me there

I take it out your mouth and you can blow me kiss

When I ain't have nothin', baby, you showed me shit

I done fell in love with my homie bitch

I done fell in love, I done fell in love

I done fell in love with my homie bitch

I done fell in love, I done fell in love

I done fell in love with my homie bitch

[Quavo:]

L-O-V-E

L-O-V-E

I done been in love with my girlfriend

I done, literally done fell in love with my girlfriend (yeah!)

She was here before the models (before that)

She was here before the bottles (before that)

She was here before the guala (before that)

So you know I gotta spoil her (spoil her)

Chanel bag on order (yeah)

Take a trip 'cross the water (trip)

Remember the time I said we gon' make it out

Didn't know you was recordin' (nah I didn't know you was recordin')

Every moment, you captured every moment (flash)

When niggas was hatin' you ready to ride with my homies

Mama told me (yah), mama told me (mama!)

I'ma wish you was my homie

[Lil Durk & Quavo:]

Like you on some homie shit (homie)

Don't lie to me, baby, you know you want me there (owe me)

I take it out your mouth and you can blow me kiss (uh!)

When I ain't have nothin', baby, you showed me shit (nothin')

I done fell in love with my homie bitch (yeah)

I done fell in love (yeah), I done fell in love (L-O-V-E)

I done fell in love with my homie bitch (L-O)

I done fell in love (L-O), I done fell in love (L-O)

I done fell in love with my homie bitch (L-O-V-E)

[Lil Yachty:]

Ayy, I done fell in love with my homie bitch

Ayy and I ain't gon' lie right now I'm on some snakin' shit

I'm on some fuck who you is and who you datin' shit

I'm on some that nigga be cheatin' and ain't gon' play you shit

Ayy, but I ain't gon' do that shit

'Cause that's my homie, he been there since bologna

These niggas be phony, he'd prolly do that shit to me

You hit my phone one more time that homeboy girl shit is history

(Gang, gang)

Lil Boat! Gang gang

All these niggas they be phony

These niggas ain't homies

These niggas wanna hang like they your homie

Oh, oh, oh

[Lil Durk:]

Like you on some homie shit

Don't lie to me, baby, you know you want me there

I take it out your mouth and you can blow me kiss

When I ain't have nothin', baby, you showed me shit

I done fell in love with my homie bitch

I done fell in love, I done fell in love

I done fell in love with my homie bitch

I done fell in love, I done fell in love

I done fell in love with my homie bitch

[Quavo & Lil Durk:]

L-O-V-E (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

L-O-V-E (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

H-O-M-I-E

That's who I fell in love with, yeah

H-O-M-I-E (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

I fell in love with my homie, no homo

No, no, no, no, no, nigga, she a girl though

Yeah, she 5'2", I'ma spend a check on her if I have to

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