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Transformer Lyrics – Future & Juice WRLD

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Check out these amazing song Lyrics for “Transformer” by Juice WRLD. Read and enjoy the lyrics by singing along.

 

“Future & Juice WRLD  – Transformer Lyrics”
(feat. Nicki Minaj)

NickiHndrxx (Brrrt!)

Transformer, I just popped a Transformer
Lit the room up
All I did was hold my arm up
Went through Barneys
I spend 20k on Amiris
Got my weight up
Now I’m talking back to Siri
Trashin’ foreign hoes
Murder shit at the coroner
Jackie Joyner
Racing red
I’ll show ’em up
Woke the don up
All I did was hold my arm up
Top goin’ up
In it like I lit the Sun up

Goin’ bonkers
I fuck with her, I’m her sponsor
Carats dangling
Everything I do is expensive
Off the continent
Everything is out the country
No assumption
Hit on the gas
Start punchin’
Pardon my confidence
Hit the gas barely functionin’
Ain’t no conscience
‘Bout to spaz on this stallion
Fuck a casualty
Everything we did was lavishly
Fuck a tragedy
All these sticks automatically

Transformer, I just popped a Transformer
Lit the room up
All I did was hold my arm up
Went through Barneys
I spend 20k on Amiris
Got my weight up
Now I’m talking back to Siri
Trashin’ foreign hoes
Murder shit at the coroner
Jackie Joyner
Racing red
I’ll show ’em up
Woke the don up
All I did was hold my arm up
Top goin’ up
In it like I lit the Sun up

What the fuck?
I might have to pump breaks on these hoes
Real shooters I don’t ever pump fake on these hoes
Me-me and Pluto pull up in that new
Ferrari drip
Always eating Japanese so I’m a need wasabi dick
F-f-four albums in, pull a Mili for a show
While these bitches is servin’ Milli Vanilli on the low
Spend my money on some dope
With my money, I’m ’bout loc’
Transform into 3 Billy ’cause I’m really the GOAT

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Transformer, I just popped a Transformer
Master bathroom, two jacuzzis in the sauna
They ain’t warn her, now she out here facing karma
Had a chance but, God, that mean that she a goner
Where my bad bitches?
Fuck these niggas give them trauma
Could of fixed his life, but now that nigga need the lyanla
All his friends tryna kill it, eat it, Jeffery Dahmer
Niggas snakes, but stupid I’m the snake charmer
This a different tax bracket, upper echelon
I’m still the bad guy, I am a Decepticon
Some call me Nicki, but some call me Megatron
I’m stopping bags and I don’t need the red octagon

Transformer, I just popped a Transformer
Lit the room up
All I did was hold my arm up
Went through Barneys
I spend 20k on Amiris
Got my weight up
Now I’m talking back to Siri
Trashin’ foreign hoes
Murder shit at the coroner
Jackie Joyner
Racing red
I’ll show ’em up
Woke the don up
All I did was hold my arm up
Top goin’ up
In it like I lit the Sun up

Don’t carry, oh!
Nigga run the ‘ravi
Run the town bitch, oh!
We just fucked a balance
Check my sadness, oh!
I take them to Palace
Tryin’ to bag this, oh!
Is she from a pageant?
Fuck her daddy, oh!
‘Cause she called me Zaddy
‘Cause she called
‘Cause she called me Zaddy
Check my sadness, oh!

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Go Hard Lyrics by Lil Baby

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May 5, 2023

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American Hip hop rapper, Lil Baby drops a brand new song tagged, “Go Hard”. The official Lyrics of “Go Hard” is available below.

Lil Baby – Go Hard Lyrics

Chorus
I’m back going hard again, I’m shutting down my heart again
No one can’t get next to me, so they gotta put orders in
Try my best to act like I didn’t care, but I can’t hold it in
And I’m not into losing, I go hard as I can go to win
I’m back going hard again, I’m shutting down my heart again
No one can’t get next to me, so they gotta put orders in
Try my best to act like I didn’t care, but I can’t hold it in
And I’m not into losing, I go hard as I can go to win

Verse 1
You pillow talking to hoes again
You breaking the code again
I’m on the road again
We snuck in this bitch with them poles again
This chopper do tricks, you gon’ go fold it in
I know they be hating, I still post they shit
We slid on they block like we ‘posed to slid
This Glock been with me on my road to riches
We done over-sold the load again
Too many plays, been up for too many days
Boy you a bitch, you got feminine ways
I get the drop, I’ma pay, they gon’ spray where you stay
I had to check on my man, think he part of the Klan
Keep a mask, he got too many Ks
I had to run up them bands when I got out the can
Can’t go back, I got too many cases
He actin’ bad on the ‘Gram but we know what’s gon’ happen
It happen in every occasion
Somebody killed, I be telling my youngins to chill
Check the stats, I do numbers for real
And this ain’t no cap, I get money for real
That lil’ boy ain’t run up no commas for real
Don’t play with Baby I go million for million
I made it out, but yet I’m still in the field
Five hundred racks sitting in my Urus
Ten carat diamonds spent in my earlobes
Superhero Baby saving the ghetto
If I’m not the man, I’m the man in the middle
Hop out the car with my hand on my pistol
He just a fan, and he mad I don’t feel him
I know they know that I ran with them killers
Fuck it, you know I still run with them guys
Drivebys a waste of my time, I want somebody to die
I risk it all, put my sack on the line
I came from the back of the line
We had it cracking since back when lil one was alive
You can go ask on my line
I wish Lil Woo would’ve never went through with his move
But I’m glad that he through with his dime, yeah

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Chorus
I’m back going hard again, I’m shutting down my heart again
No one can’t get next to me, so they gotta put orders in
Try my best to act like I didn’t care, but I can’t hold it in
And I’m not into losing, I go hard as I can go to win
I’m back going hard again, I’m shutting down my heart again
No one can’t get next to me, so they gotta put orders in
Try my best to act like I didn’t care, but I can’t hold it in
And I’m not into losing, I go hard as I can go to win

Verse 2
He tryna diss me, that shit ain’t gon’ get to me
I can’t give pussy ass niggas my energy
He say that shit when I see him, then he’ll see
Know they mad ’cause they can’t take a seat with me
Got the best of the best in the sheets with me
Hands down, can’t nobody compete with me
I eat filet mignon I’m a cash cow
I got ten million cash from my last album
I’m just waiting on my brother to max out
Every show that I get, it be packed out
Five K for your teeth, you got ripped off
Spent a hundred thousand on mine
Crack a smile just to show the diamonds
From the corner to another continent
Got a baby daddy? I don’t wanna hit
Need a Nike deal how I’m running shit
He can’t come to the A, he on punishment
Catch that boy out of place, we gon’ punish him
Take his chain and his watch on some funny shit
Brodie ready to crash on some dummy shit
Gotta fuck me for free, ain’t no money bitch
I’ve been on some pimp shit lately
I been off a jet with some made men
We got twenty vibes out in Vegas

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Chorus
I’m back going hard again, I’m shutting down my heart again
No one can’t get next to me, so they gotta put orders in
Try my best to act like I didn’t care, but I can’t hold it in
And I’m not into losing, I go hard as I can go to win
I’m back going hard again, I’m shutting down my heart again
No one can’t get next to me, so they gotta put orders in
Try my best to act like I didn’t care, but I can’t hold it in
And I’m not into losing, I go hard as I can go to win

Outro
I go hard as I can go to win
I go hard as I can go to win
I go hard as I can go to win
Hard as I can go to win
Hard as I can go to win

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Pop Smoke ft. PnB Rock – Like Me Lyrics

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4 weeks ago

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May 1, 2023

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Pop Smoke - Hawk Em Lyrics

American Hip hop rapper, Pop Smoke releases an impressive tune titled, “Like Me”. The official lyrics of “Like Me” is available below.

“Like Me Lyrics”
(feat. PnB Rock)

(You fire)

You ain’t never met another nigga like me
You say you’re looking for me, you got it right where you want
She feeling, she say “you so wavy, boy you sexy, yeah you fire”

Look, I’m like what’s cracking, she like, “Pop, I got a man”
I’m like, damn, how you know me? Says she got me on the ‘gram
I said, look, I understand, but baby I’m a fan
Cause you the baddest bitch I ever seen walk on the land
She said what’s that on your face? I say that it’s a cold world
The way you biting your lips though got me like “oh girl”
Get money and stay aggressive, baby it’s your world
Martin talking to Gina, baby you go girl
Who you with? I’m with the lions and gorillas, gangbangers and drug dealers
All them scammers and the killers who I hang with
Yeah I taste good, ain’t no onions on my sandwich
I’m 823 and everybody knows I’m sanctioned
Watch, if I shoot, I’ma shoot that
Woo and I’ma woo back
Yeah I’m from the floss you know the language
I put it on the table so that everything is clear
Put them diamonds on your necklace to match them on your ears
She’s like send me a text
At the end of the night she was laid up in the bed
Lifting up her dress had her bent up over the ledge
Kissing on her neck when she went to give me head
What’s next? Look
Let me fuck you let me suck you let me eat you let me hold you
Let me beat up on that pussy like a real nigga supposed to
If you ain’t know I had the power let me show you
Shark on your plate, we eating dinner at Nobu

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You ain’t never met another nigga like me
You say you’re looking for me, you got it right where you want
She said “boy you handsome, boy you sexy, boy you fire”
You ain’t never met another nigga like me
Keep it real girl, I’m looking for a wifey
She feeling me, she say “boy you wavy, you so sexy, boy you fire”

I’ma call you everyday at 12 o’clock, how you doing like Wendy
About your day and that new bag that I bought you from Fendi
I’ma treat you right as long as you let me
Louis Vutton and Guiseppe’s, all I do is chase Fetty
Know I ride with that semi so let me know when you ready
I’ma pull up in a Benz, just finished collecting funds
Grabbing on your ass, got a rollie on my wrist
Baby you could bring a friend, that’s when the party begin
All them tigers on my collar, ain’t always just been Gucci
Riding past your block, bumping YFN Lucci
You saying talking is cheap, so you know I had to prove it
So I make this song so you can add it to your music
I’m top tier, yeah I ain’t never kept it Nancy
But like Jamie Foxx I’ma always keep you Fancy
Gucci trench, feel like fishing gear
Put me on any block, you know I’ma get it there

You ain’t never met another nigga like me
You say you’re looking for me, you got it right where you want
She said “boy you handsome, boy you sexy, boy you fire”
You ain’t never met another nigga like me
Keep it real girl, I’m looking for a wifey
She feeling me, she say “boy you wavy, you so sexy, boy you fire”

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Pop Smoke ft. Gunna – Dior (Remix) Lyrics

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4 weeks ago

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May 1, 2023

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American Hip hop rapper, Pop Smoke releases an impressive tune titled, “Dior (Remix)”. The official lyrics of “Dior (Remix)” is available below.

“Dior (Remix)”
(feat. Gunna)

[Pop Smoke:]
Huh, roll another one
Said I’m never lackin’, always pistol packing
With them automatics, we gon’ send him to heaven
Wait, wait, wait, wait, ayy, ayy, woo (Aw, shit), huh
Oh you feelin’ sturdy, huh? (You feelin’ sturdy, man)
Let me see somethin’
Shake it, shake it, shake it

She like the way that I dance
She like the way that I move
She like the way that I rock
She like the way that I woo
And she let it clap for a nigga
(She let it clap for a nigga)
And she throw it back for a nigga
(Yeah, she throw it back for a nigga)
Mike Amiri, Mike Amiri
Billie Jean, Billie Jean (Uh)
Christian Dior, Dior
I’m up in all the stores
When it rains, it pours
She like the way I rrr

Mike Amiri, Mike Amiri
Billie Jean, Billie Jean (Uh)
Christian Dior, Dior
I’m up in all the stores
When it rains, it pours
She like the way I rrr

When I walk in the spot, thirty on me
Buy out the club, niggas know that I’m paid
Bitch, I’m a thot, get me lit
I can’t fuck with these niggas ’cause niggas is gay
All on my page suckin’ dick
All in my comments and screamin’ my name
While I’m in the club
Throwin’ them hundreds and fifties and ones and ones
Pop Smoke, they know I’m wildin’
If I’m on the island, I’m snatchin’ the cell
Brody got locked, denied his bail
Until he free, I’m raisin’ hell
Tell my shooters call me FaceTime
For all the times we had to face time
Free D-Nice, he doin’ state time
If you need the glizzy, you could take mine
Please don’t come out your mouth, you know I’m like that
I’ll make a movie like TNT
Glock-30 on me, ask who really want it
I bet I air it like BNB
Nappy Blue wildin’ in my section
And I keep that .38 for the weapon
Remember when I came home from corrections
All the bad bitches in my direction

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She like the way that I dance
She like the way that I move
She like the way that I rock
She like the way that I woo
And she let it clap for a nigga
(She let it clap for a nigga)
And she throw it back for a nigga
(Yeah, she throw it back for a nigga)
Mike Amiri, Mike Amiri
Billie Jean, Billie Jean (Uh)
Christian Dior, Dior
I’m up in all the stores
When it rains, it pours
She like the way I rrr
Mike Amiri, Mike Amiri
Billie Jean, Billie Jean (Uh)
Christian Dior, Dior
I’m up in all the stores
When it rains, it pours
She like the way I rrr

[Gunna:]
New Givenchy, new Givenchy
Hop out a car, it’s a Porsche
Rockin Fendi, rockin Fendi
F print on the corduroys
I pull up Aventador
I lift up the doors and draw
These broke boys shopping in Ross
We back in Dior, Dior
I got Valentino denim
Brand new Mike Amiri denim
And these Ricky Owen denims
I drop the bag they gonna hit em
This baddie wanna pop a skittle
I’m tired of niggas telling riddles
Till the foreign whipping thru the ghetto
Seal 6 vets slime green
Riding 911 Porsche yellow
Plain Patek and an AP
They got 50 pointers and a bezel
Speedin whipped like thereto
Push these Pradas on the petal
Make her swallow down the middle
We some giants niggas little

[Pop Smoke:]
She like the way that I dance
She like the way that I move
She like the way that I rock
She like the way that I woo
And she let it clap for a nigga
(She let it clap for a nigga)
And she throw it back for a nigga
(Yeah, she throw it back for a nigga)
Mike Amiri, Mike Amiri
Billie Jean, Billie Jean (Uh)
Christian Dior, Dior
I’m up in all the stores
When it rains, it pours
She like the way I rrr
Mike Amiri, Mike Amiri
Billie Jean, Billie Jean (Uh)
Christian Dior, Dior
I’m up in all the stores
When it rains, it pours
She like the way I rrr

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Mike Amiri, Mike Amiri
Billie Jean, Billie Jean (Uh)
Christian Dior, Dior
I’m up in all the stores
When it rains, it pours
She like the way I rrr

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