Casey Veggies - The Boy Lyrics

Casey Veggies - The Boy Lyrics:

We the plug
It's that new shit for the summer
Let's go
Ladies and gentlemen, it's the boy

These girls love the boy, love the boy
These girls love the boy
These girls love the boy, they love the boy
These girls love the boy

I come with a plan
Japanese pants, stacking bands on bands
Young nigga but I do more
Do it like this, they just can't ignore
Girls call me the boy
I been winnin', but I need a lot more
If you was in my position, wouldn't know what to do
All that shit you gotta endure
She Roll wit me cause I'm gettin it
If it wasn't rap, it would be the same story

These girls love the boy, love the boy
These girls love the boy
These girls love the boy, they love the boy
These girls love the boy

These girls love the boy, these girls know she gone go for sure
We be out on tour, spittin' that flow, gettin' that dough for sure
I ain't even with all that talkin', I just want the dome
Nigga we go hard,girl tell your squad come out to the show
Shawty, what's the deal? What's the plot? I'mma be up in the spot
I'mma pull up in a 'Rari, up in the party, shirt off when it get hot
She gone choose up, it's her thing
What you think all these girls on the planet for?
Really ain't got no game
It's that all these girls understand my story

These girls love the boy, love the boy
These girls love the boy
These girls love the boy, they love the boy
These girls love the boy

These girls love the boy
She a Goer, and the drinks is poured up
Never been to college, if I did, I would be a sophomore
She gone go home sore, beat it up, had it on the floor
They gone wife you up, I'mma show you a real nigga to the core
These girls love the boy and I'm about to be a man now
My heart is forsure, baby, I ain't with all that playin up
These girls love the boy and I love 'em too
They fuckin' with the boy and I'm fuckin' with 'em too

These girls love the boy, love the boy
These girls love the boy
These girls love the boy, they love the boy
These girls love the boy

Yea, young nigga movement
I'm on Pluto, it's the boy
Holla your boy
These girls love the boy, these girls love the boy
These girls love the boy, these girls love the boy
These girls love the boy, these girls love the boy
These girls love the boy, these girls love the boy

Casey Veggies Ft King Chip - Lipstick On The Blunt Lyrics

Casey Veggies Ft King Chip - Lipstick On The Blunt Lyrics:

Lipstick on the blunts, her jeans on the floor
If a nigga was hatin' we wouldn't know
Haters can' afford to be goin' where we go
We on the top floor, just me and these hoes
Lipstick on the blunts, her jeans on the floor
If a nigga was hatin' we wouldn't know
If a nigga was hatin' we wouldn't know
Shit, we wouldn't know

Baby girl cold yet she always stay hot
Lil' mama fresh, everyday she extra fly
Lil' shorty bad, she make all the bitches mad
Light skin chick with a dark skin swag
Lil' mama cold, yeah she get my vote
Not only is she bad but she got the convo
We should get in jacuzzis smokin' less than time blow
Told her dig in the movie that's the perfect combo
Got the molly with the lean and the weed in this ho
You not late if you've never seen this before
Hotel room, hella cheese on the floor
Ass so fat can't breathe in this ho
We up in New York and I'm feelin' like Cam
Me and two bitches in NY goin' HAM
Lipstick on the blunts, her jeans on the floor
If a nigga was hatin', shit we wouldn't know

We-we-we-we-we-we wouldn't know
If a nigga was hatin', shit we wouldn't know
We-we-we-we-we-we wouldn't know
If a nigga was hatin', shit we wouldn't know
We-we-we-we-we-we wouldn't know
If a nigga was hatin', shit we wouldn't know
We-we-we-we-we-we wouldn't know
If a nigga was hatin', shit we wouldn't know

Yeah, what it is? I'm on the scene
Me and Chip in the Vette lookin' hella clean
From the fit to my whip this my newest 'zine
New swagger, hoes hit radder
Livin' life backwards, grew up kinda faster
My homie was a bastard, my girl was a track star
My nigga was a gangsta, why you tryin' act hard?
My life Anita Baker, caught up in the rapture
But tonight I'll let it go girl, I'm poppin' Patron
Gettin' dough on the low don't let nobody know
If they hatin' on us, you wouldn't know
If it don't feel right, I wouldn't go
Baby girl I'm at the crib, you could come through
You know that I'mma run through
Give your ass a run through, you can't let it go now
Tell me what you gonna do, I'm doin' what I'm supposed to

Lipstick on the blunts, her jeans on the floor
If a nigga was hatin' we wouldn't know
Haters can' afford to be goin' where we go
We on the top floor, just me and these hoes
Lipstick on the blunts, her jeans on the floor
If a nigga was hatin' we wouldn't know
If a nigga was hatin' we wouldn't know
Shit, we wouldn't know

Asher Roth - Hard Times Lyrics (Ft Kids These DAys & Casey Veggies)

Asher Roth - Hard Times Lyrics (Ft Kids These DAys & Casey Veggies):

[hook]
my mother told me never to tell, a dirty old lie
my mother told me never to sell, and just to get by

[verse 1: asher roth]
it's been a long damn summer
and i've been working by the furnace, fire burning
an inferno with a purpose, feeling like i don't deserve this
like i've been cursed, i don't need your sympathy
although i know you know it hurts - it ain't perfect
life's not no nursery rhyme
it's as much of a blur as it is our whole lifetime
and that's fine, i'mma ride with it, take my time with it
never underestimate the power of the blindness
yes, your highness. follow your instincts
fingerprints ain't always gonna match the logistics
little bit different, it isn't yet typical
won't always do to others what you wish was reciprocal
my brothers and sisters all the way out there in liverpool
i feel you a hundred numbers ?
don't ever fall in love, cum in somebody's number two
you may call it dumb but true
you know that we're coming for you: mama said

[hook]

[verse 2: these days]
lord knows i take my secrets to the grave
til i'm in a crown, i'm on my own two
coming straight from a chunk of cave money
king kong crew. swimmin in the river with a stone shoe
but i be in that bitch still kicking, i'll teach you kung-fu
show and prove, the whole team be on the same page
niggas telling me i'm their idol and we the same age
while back, it wasn't nothing in my mind but stay in place
now picking bitches, calling options like i'm sayin plays
take a picture mayne, i'm on some magazine spread shit
hold the mic tight, i got that rigamortis you dead quick
got some good brain on the road, i'd say head trip
fuck her face and bust on her mouth: call her lead lip
i'm the baker, i make the bread flip
niggas be wyling but you could talk like it's crackin
to get your eggs split
shells drop and it's an everyday thang
it's a shame, but it's all a part of the game..

[hook]

[verse 3: casie veggies]
young boss, new dreams
fresh shoes, new jeans
tell me what do you see?
why you tryna do me?
so i had to find out, now you can't find me
remember three years ago? like "why you can't sign me?"
thoughts in my mind, i can do all that times three
i grew up ? young'un like "nevermind me"
4 '93, good time to find where my mind be
now i tell time with gold time (peace)
my mama told me grind..

[hook]

Phil Ade - P.O.P Music ft. Casey Veggies Lyrics

Phil Ade - P.O.P Music ft. Casey Veggies Lyrics:

I got a sack full of green, a cup full of brown
A bad bitch with me so you know it’s going down
I told you once before, yeah, I fuck with you and all
But you know I’m at the door as soon as the money call
Money on my mind, shit think I’m a rookie
But I, been grinding, putting paper over pussy
But I, been grinding, putting paper over pussy
I, been grinding, putting paper over pussy

This ain’t about competition, I’m just doing what I gotta do
A lot of dudes want my position and take a shot or 2
They aim all, could be in lame and get you a dollar or 2
Cut a dame off, what she playing nigga for Donahue
… funny, don’t know what bitches be trying to do
… there’s only one I, monocle
Truth is half of these rappers ain’t even kinda cool
I see the jealousy in them I’m living what they trying to do
Designer shoes with the match fitted, eyes low, glass tinted
… lighting up when I pass in it
Cold nigga take … don’t want nothing cause I have to get it
Real nigga fuck a rapper … in my shoes you won’t last a minute
I’m Malcolm X and I … by any means
Steady green got them ready for the team
Always … just forget the greed ma, we never had money
So the most you’ll get from me is cab money

I got a sack full of green, a cup full of brown
A bad bitch with me so you know it’s going down
I told you once before, yeah, I fuck with you and all
But you know I’m at the door as soon as the money call
Money on my mind, shit think I’m a rookie
But I, been grinding, putting paper over pussy
But I, been grinding, putting paper over pussy
I, been grinding, putting paper over pussy nigga

So many racks I’m in the pay thought it was check fraud
Luckily it was some stacks that I had left off
The feeling left out, now I’m my own boss
You don’t control your own world, you a raw…
I love my chick she love me back I’m just like Santa Clause
When she running, hopping on my lap telling me what she want
If I don’t do nothing man I gotta stunt
If you talking moving irons we can chop it up
What’s the point of doing something when it’s not enough
Like why you mess with all these hoes if you ain’t got they trust
Same niggas acting like your homeys, man they prolly suck
If he had the chance, he’d probably throw you under the bus
… spitting game, we the same, man you one of us
I didn’t did my thang, got a name, but it ain’t enough
Riding in the game, hitting lanes, it …
Contemplating things, in my brain, gotta make it up

I got a sack full of green, a cup full of brown
A bad bitch with me so you know it’s going down
I told you once before, yeah, I fuck with you and all
But you know I’m at the door as soon as the money call
Money on my mind, shit think I’m a rookie
But I, been grinding, putting paper over pussy
But I, been grinding, putting paper over pussy
I, been grinding, putting paper over pussy.

XV - Blame Yourself Lyrics Ft Casey Veggies, Emilio Rojas & GLC

XV - Blame Yourself Lyrics Ft Casey Veggies, Emilio Rojas & GLC:

[Verse 1: XV]
What got in her is all them girls that got in her
And when she heard that old nerd is newly popular
Getting looks of you on facebook, saying “X fine!”
This is when Urkel turned into Stephan
Unless I’m going crazy
And all of these ladies always like dude
I was like Common & Kanye: too shy, dude
Now they mad when I move how I move
That’s how your hoes turn to foes like 2 times 2
See, I knew it would happen with the rappin’
And they lacking and they cashing
The kid in band class has got ‘em on the bandwagon
Blast from the past, chicks in class, I was passing
Notes to, they checkmark the box they said no to
I’m a new man like Randy, you can’t stand your old dude
So when I ask about him you say “me and him are so through!”
All of the time I gave you all of my time
Now I got none to give and I’m all on your mind but..

[Hook x2]
Now it’s up to you to say that you were wrong
When I knew all along you’d call my phone
And shawty
(You can only blame yourself)
When you just hear the tone
Don’t leave a message and just leave me alone

[Verse 2: Emilio Rojas]
Remember when you left me?
You’re right for me now
I couldn’t get the time of day
Now you want nights at a time, right
But a threesome what I like right now
Life a bitch and karma’s a bitch, I’m dyking it out
Like mama mama mama, you could be the one
Really I ain’t f-ckin with you, you should be a nun
If you want a reason from me, I would say because
I told you because, no love cause I’m over you
Over you, I roll with a chosen few
No one was as cold as you
Your heart is like some frozen food
When I would go to school I would get ignored
You toy with my emotions like pieces on a board
I’m Jordan in this sport, in at every turn
Before the kid was panic, it was never concern
Not a phsycician in a clinic asking “when you gon learn?”
Just tell that bitch, it isn’t pimpin if you never been burned

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Cassie Veggies]
She heard me screamin, Jordan back on the team then
Started loving me more, the art of winning that war
These women don’t love these artist, they asking take em to stores
And hosting to get em presents with money we made on tour
That’s cold: but you know, life ain’t fair
When I needed you most, you see your life wasn’t there
When I leave here and coast, now my phone ring bare
Looking at it while we blow L’s then press decline
I’m fine on all that, got too much on my mind in time to fall back
Caught up in the grind of you trying to crawl back
My heart is in these lines, hope this markers soon be fine
I hope these models love wine and these white jacuzzi towels
Roll with the winners, quick dinners
All good intentions, chasing dreams, like a J O B
See me shining, now I’m on a track with GLC

Dom Kennedy - CDC Lyrics (ft. Casey Veggies & cARTer)

The first video from "THE ORIGINAL DOM KENNEDY" edited by Bryant Robinson, directed by Topshelf Junior.

Dom Kennedy - CDC Lyrics (ft. Casey Veggies & cARTer):

[Intro]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, Young Veggies

[Verse 1: Casey]
Aw man, what you haters sayin to him?
Break a chick down, work her out like the sand dunes
I be in the city at the function where I ran into her
Talkin to her friend too that's how a youngin' maneuver
Go hard never get, been on that better shit
I could say some simple shit, still gone be better than
Destroy all you niggas see me in that Nike letterman
Never talk about it all I do is show evidence

[Verse 2: Dom]
Fitted with a C on it, Belt with a G on it
Hold my dick up, man ya girl wanna be on it
It don't sound good, sound good unless we on it
Name start with a D but I sound like a G on it
Shittin on this song like niggas can't be on it
Independent artist, but there ain't nothing for free on this
If you gone put me on this, you know I number three on this
That's Dwayne Wade boy you better put some D on this
Damn I love rappin, got my cheese stackin
You must be out yo mind if you think I ain't snackin
Never let no girl friend kick it with no rapper
Dom come first, Veggies came after

[Verse 3: Casey]
I'm blowin up, now tell me how you feel
Makin racks off of rap and I ain't never signed a deal
I ain't never did no jerk shit and I always keep it real
No disrespect to that jerk shit but my music for real
She don't want it, then she frontin like Jay-Z and Pharrell
I do it, I do it big and man, I swear I kill
Thirty thousand and I'm with my nigga Dom Kay
Not what you thinkin my older hoes is what I bring
Countin big Lincolns I'm puttin on for my team
Buzzin through the city like Chirp phones when I was 13
High top Chucks and the polo is Burgundy
I been doin me before a nigga even learned to speak
Swear the boy Chuck [?] shout to LA thats where I be
Right out of Louisiana, coppin a 2 piece in [?]
Hold on, let me not give up the location
Hoes chasin, might find me while I'm eatin chicken
Goddamn it, they can't stand it, man we doin damage
Men lie, women lie but you can check the [?]
LA swagger, gettin love in Atlanta
Havin fun no stressin, lets go to Obsessions

[Interlude]
Niggas tried to play me on it, yeah, look

[Verse 4: cARTer]
Carter got it, been had it, I ain't wanna use it
Y'all hatin from the stands while them girls is rootin
While the girls was rootin, well that's a dumb Pregunta
She gave me [?] but I know she know she see the future
Boys think they turned up, I got bars to mute them
Me and my niggas fell in and then they start reducin
LA swag but don't ask if the kid from Houston
My H high but I'm higher now let's keep it movin
High rollers, we threw the one's then threw the deuces
Dom told her I want some head, yo pussy useless
Gone off the Goosey, plus she know I'm chiefin
A nigga wired up, it's just my eye sleepin
Try to box me out the game, watch how I creep in
On the come up they want a bonus cause they think we easy
Please believe me, just go get my previous
And I hope you know the rate, cause we don't do no free shit
Naw, we don't do no free shit, Carter, yeah