Twerk Season lyrics - 2 Chainz (with Lil Wayne)

 [2 Chainz:]

Say what the fuck going on, man, it must be twerk season

Something in the air, it must be twerk season

'Cause they dancin', dancin' for no reason

Man, they dancin', dancin', dancing for no reason

Bitch, twerk, twerk, twerk, twerk, twerk

Bitch, twerk, twerk, twerk, bitch, twerk, twerk, twerk, bitch, twerk

Big up to my amigo, he gave me a kilo for my ego

Talking 'bout you popped the molly? You just took you a placebo

And my suit is Valentino, she is hot as jalapeño

I can do a drive-by listening to Bobby Valentino

I can make her ass wiggle, I can get some cash with her

Talkin' 'bout your ex-boyfriend, fuck you and your last nigga

You ain't talkin' 'bout shit if you ain't talkin' 'bout us

Saying something in the air, y'all bitches some ones

Twerk, twerk, twerk

Have you ever got some head while driving in reverse?

I ain't into backing up, but just in case I'm backing out

Now look how she reactin', now I put it in, she asking ow

Say what the fuck going on, man, it must be twerk season

Something in the air, it must be twerk season

'Cause they dancin', dancin' for no reason

Man, they dancin', dancin', dancing for no reason

Bitch, twerk, twerk, twerk, twerk, twerk

Bitch, twerk, twerk, twerk, bitch, twerk, twerk, twerk, bitch, twerk

[Lil Wayne:]

Big up to my lil sweet ho, my lil petite ho, keep it a C-note

When my main ho act like a P.O, ain't that frio, that's Sub-Zero

I say one time for that bitch, who just want dick and some to eat

Only want a number three, that's my pussy custody

I want a slim fine woman with some twerk with her

She ain't got no nosy friends, just a purse with her

She ain't got a lot of ass but I can work with her

Nigga, that's my cup of tea, ahh, burnt my tongue

Ooh, she got a popcorn booty

Everytime I see that ass it make me wanna watch a movie

It's supposed to be a lot of hard working going on

But who the fuck can focus with all this twerking going on?

[2 Chainz:]

Say what the fuck going on, man, it must be twerk season

Something in the air, it must be twerk season

'Cause they dancin', dancin' for no reason

Man, they dancin', dancin', dancing for no reason

Bitch, twerk, twerk, twerk, twerk, twerk

Bitch, twerk, twerk, twerk, bitch, twerk, twerk, twerk, bitch, twerk

Whip & A Chain lyrics

 (from "The Birth of a Nation" soundtrack)

I want a whip and a chain

I want a whip and a chain

I want a whip and a chain

Why they done switched up the game?

I want a whip and a chain

Hustled for whips and a chain

I want a whip and a chain

Yeah we don't see it the same

This is a new generation

We ain't scared of shit

We ain't beg for shit

There's niggas dead for this

I want a whip and a chain

Hustled for whips and a chain

I want a whip and a chain

Yeah we don't see it the same

Hustle in Rollie, you know it's time for that

Broken taillight, you can die for that

Ain't no LOL, ain't no hidin' that

Might put the whip and park that

Might walk around in camoflauge, strapped

Bitch poppin' like bra straps

Only Kappa steps with a signed petition

Told the governor to revise the system

My auntie, she reside in prison

Damn near did thirty flat

Nigga round here playin' with kids

Get out and go to Baby Gap

Can't respect it, won't respect it

Got ejected, check the checklist

Don't expect to get on the guest list

Got a necklace on a necklace

I want a whip and a chain

I want a whip and a chain

I want a whip and a chain

Why they done switched up the game?

I want a whip and a chain

Hustled for whips and a chain

I want a whip and a chain

Yeah we don't see it the same

This is a new generation

We ain't scared of shit

We ain't beg for shit

There's niggas dead for this

I want a whip and a chain

Hustled for whips and a chain

I want a whip and a chain

Yeah we don't see it the same

1831 Exodus, prejudice, represent

Heaven-sent, Hell-bound

Jail-bound, necklace, hecklers, death wish

Yeah, preachin' today and kill you tonight

Nobody care how I'm feelin' tonight

This how I move in the middle of the night

Got all my people to get up and fight

Guess I'm a be the new villain tonight

Liftin' the spirits to Biblical heights

I talk to Christ so I'm feelin' him right

Nat with the Turner, that don't concern you

Stick it inside you, then I'm a turn you

Then I'm a learn you, then I'm a burn you

I got it on me like it's a thermal

I want a whip and a chain

I want a whip and a chain

I want a whip and a chain

Why they done switched up the game?

I want a whip and a chain

Hustled for whips and a chain

I want a whip and a chain

Yeah we don't see it the same

This is a new generation

We ain't scared of shit

We ain't beg for shit

There's niggas dead for this

I want a whip and a chain

Hustled for whips and a chain

I want a whip and a chain

Yeah we don't see it the same

X lyrics - Kendrick Lamar, ScHoolboy Q, 2 Chainz & Saudi

 (from "Black Panther" soundtrack)

[Kendrick Lamar:]

Somebody pop all day (hol' up)

Somebody on they way (hol' up)

I wore the crown all day (hol' up)

Somebody can't relate (Black Panther, hol' up)

Stay down with no fakin' (go up)

Top-down, I've been racin' (go up)

She wild and been dangerous (go up)

My crowd in rotation, yeah

Are you on ten yet? Are you on ten yet? (wait)

Are you on ten yet?

Are you on ten yet? I live on ten (wait)

But are you on ten yet?

Are you on ten yet? (hol' up)

Fuck the place up, fuck the place up

Fuck the place up, fuck the place up

Fuck the place up, fuck the place up

[Saudi:]

Fuck-up indawo (whoa), come tear this shit down

I see double cups (yonke indawo)

O'volovolo (yonke indawo)

Benjamin Franklin phezulu koMadiba (No-homo)

So tough on the jungle

I keep the piece on me, I leave you puzzled

Ngiphethe ucherry we ngamla, black card on her

Money longer than hair on her

In her mouth like cavity

And I’m higher than her dads salary

Saudi, are you on ten yet?

Phuza i-Lean, smokin', you know poppin' Xanax

Ngiphaphazeke ngathi i-10 nil

You’re soul-searchin' if you’re lookin' for me

Somebody ngiph' indwangu netissue, I’m dripping

Somebody's daughter finna swallow all these children

Imali in my Achilles' heel, yeah

I race you to a hundred million

[Kendrick Lamar:]

Somebody pop all day (hol' up)

Somebody on they way (hol' up)

I wore the crown all day (hol' up)

Somebody can't relate (hol' up)

Stay down with no fakin' (go up)

Top-down, I've been racin' (go up)

She wild and dangerous (go up)

My crowd in rotation, yeah

Are you on ten yet? Are you on ten yet? (wait)

Are you on ten yet?

Are you on ten yet? I live on ten (wait)

But are you on ten yet?

Are you on ten yet? (hol' up)

Fuck the place up, fuck the place up

Fuck the place up, fuck the place up

Fuck the place up, fuck the place up

[ScHoolBoy Q:]

Are you on ten yet? (hol' up, hol' up)

Do you have Henn' yet?

Jewelry on Windex

Woop, eighty my Rolex

Might Maybach the Benz, two-door comin' out

Black on black again, I might gold the trim

I might built the wind, I don't exit here

Too much flexin' here, Go-Go Gadget this

Too much bread to get, I've been stretchin' up

Ain't no catchin' up, I don't rest enough, ugh

I don't plan for luck, I keep workin' hard

Who keep blessin' us? Ugh

I'm on a ten and I need a ten

Nigga, done made in my M a week

Nigga, December been good to me

Not even Kendrick can humble me

Nigga too rich to go do the lease

Tryna become a way bigger Meech

Nigga, my tooth is like ten a piece

TDE family the Genovese

Her tits are C cup, her ass an A-plus

I got my grades up, I had no backup

Now run the check up, now run the check up

And fuck the place up, fuck the place up, woop

[Kendrick Lamar:]

Somebody pop all day (hol' up)

Somebody on they way (hol' up)

I wore the crown all day (hol' up)

Somebody can't relate (hol' up)

Stay down with no fakin' (go up)

Top-down, I've been racin' (go up)

She wild and dangerous (go up)

My crowd in rotation, yeah

Are you on ten yet? Are you on ten yet? (wait)

Are you on ten yet?

Are you on ten yet? I live on ten (wait)

But are you on ten yet?

Are you on ten yet? (hol' up)

Fuck the place up, fuck the place up

Fuck the place up, fuck the place up

Somebody, somebody, somebody, on ten

[2 Chainz:]

Originality, couple fatalities

Candied my car and it's sweet like a cavity

(Are you on ten yet?)

Sayin' they after me, ain't no one after me

Baby mama used to work at the Applebee's

(Are you on ten yet?)

Somebody call my phone, yeah

I'ma send their ass to voicemail

(Are you on ten yet?)

I don't even check my voicemail

(Ten, ten, ten, ten)

Big weight, I'ma need a horse scale

F12, Berlinetta

I can wear shorts in the winter, uh

Wore turtlenecks in the summer, uh

This here is not for beginners, yeah

Digi-scale, fingernail

Went to Hell, came back, went to jail

Left jail, went to Benihana

Kenny on the corner, got the swagger on me

Yeah, different fabric on me

Yeah, different choppers only

Yeah, married to the game

Yeah, holy matrimony

Yeah, boots upside your cranium

Fucked up someone's stage again

From strip clubs to stadiums

I took my shot and made it in

[Kendrick Lamar:]

Somebody pop all day (hol' up)

Somebody on they way (hol' up)

I wore the crown all day (hol' up)

Somebody can't relate (hol' up)

Stay down with no fakin' (go up)

Top-down, I've been racin' (go up)

She wild and dangerous (go up)

My crowd in rotation, yeah

Are you on ten yet? Are you on ten yet? (wait)

Are you on ten yet?

Are you on ten yet? I live on ten (wait)

But are you on ten yet?

Are you on ten yet? (hol' up)

Fuck the place up, fuck the place up

Fuck the place up, fuck the place up

Fuck the place up, fuck the place up

Yacht Master lyrics - 2 Chainz (with Swae Lee)

 [Swae Lee:]

We're rolling

We're rolling

And action

Yacht Master Rollie, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Some cameras just landed on me, we're rolling

Holy moly, damn

This bitch want me and the homies, so

Yacht Master Rollie, ayy

The cameras just landed on me, what's up (out of nowhere)

Holy moly

This bitch want me and the homies, so

Came in this bitch

It's a shame I ain't make a fuckin' film, damn

Pills in my pocket tee

And I stay smokin' on that fuckin' kill

Know I gotta swang through

Bangin' my shit, that other shit weird

I'm the fresh prince of the city

Got dranks in the back room, chill, check this out

Got Franks in my pocket, they chillin'

Lot of faces on me so I never get lonely

Seen that mothafuckin' Porsche Carrera and got a boner

I don't fuck with freeloaders, nah

Yacht Master Rollie

Some cameras just landed on me, out of nowhere

Holy moly, damn

This bitch want me and the homie, cool

Yacht Master Rollie, ayy

The cameras just landed on me, what's up?

Holy moly

This bitch want me and the homies, so

[2 Chainz:]

She shaved off everything 'cept for the landin' strip

I'm on them 22s just like the Emmitt Smith

You see me killin' shit, reapin' the benefits

You work from 9 to 5, I work from 10 to 6

Up all night hustlin'

Yellow gold like mustard

Been told 'em pass the Grey Poupon

Back when I had a cutlass

Y'all niggas just rusty

I put your bitch on a Huffy

Now we're talkin' paper, boy

Crip on a hundred acres, boy

All you do is hate with your boy

You act like a snake with your boy

You act like a fake with your boy

My pockets lookin' like they ate your boy

Damn... holy moly

I don't know if she wanna fuck me or my Rollie

Even Cartier lenses can see that you're phoney

Anybody seen your style can tell that you stole it

[Swae Lee:]

Yacht Master Rollie, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Some cameras just landed on me, we're rolling

Holy moly, damn

This bitch want me and the homies, so

Yacht Master Rollie, ayy

The cameras just landed on me, what's up (out of nowhere)

Holy moly

This bitch want me and the homies, so