Lola Monroe - Fly Away Lyrics

Lola Monroe - Fly Away Lyrics:

As I lay me down to sleep,
I’m praying for all my frenemies
They praying for my downfall
I’m praying for they ends to meet
I get it, I get it, they mad I … done did it
Fuck out … I ain’t gonna be shit
I’m shitting on you busters
And pissing all on your dissing
You bitching I’m in the kitchen
I’m fixing up my next mission
It’s interest so my ambition
…to pose any proposition
Need mortician for all this body bagging
I’ve been resuming to
My ambitions could be ruins
That will ruin you
Assuming you get as time as I grind
To stop my grind you got your mind
I can feel my time
And a bitch won’t stop till it’s not my prime

[Chorus]
I know I gotta fly away
Cause I can’t stay here
Feel like a bird with no wings
But my dreams seem so clear
So even if you’re far away
Some day you’ll be near
Cause when I’ll get my wings
We’re gonna get the fuck up out of here
Out of here, out of here, out of here
We’re gonna get the fuck up out of here
Out of here, out of here, out of here

Now these underachievers wanna underrate you
Ain’t built for the game, but wanna play you
Niggas lines played out like they wanna pay…
Now once upon a time, bitches wanna fake tell
They judge you as a hoe but they don’t even know the half
Hating on your future, they don’t even know your past
When your mother’s what you love
But your father ain’t …
Niggas took a shot, but you ain’t never …
Put the lord over this money
But it’s bizness over bitches
Treated as the illest, hop a sickness over bitches
Condition through the pressure
I ain’t never tripping,
Know the …pleasure, like a … after sniffing coke
Falling down is how you grow
Staying down is how you die
Rising from my down fall, this right here is you fly

[Chorus] X 2
I know I gotta fly away
Cause I can’t stay here
Feel like a bird with no wings
But my dreams seem so clear
So even if you’re far away
Some day you’ll be near
Cause when I’ll get my wings
We’re gonna get the fuck up out of here
Out of here, out of here, out of here
We’re gonna get the fuck up out of here
Out of here, out of here, out of here.

Lola Monroe - Exodus 23:1 (Freestyle) Ft. Los Lyrics

Lola Monroe - Exodus 23:1 (Freestyle) Ft. Los Lyrics:

Wiz Khalifa - The Code Ft. Juicy J, Lola Monroe & Chevy Woods Lyrics

Wiz Khalifa - The Code Ft. Juicy J, Lola Monroe & Chevy Woods Lyrics:

Cash in the bag twirl up in the hash
Blue in the count and I pour it out the mask
Weed and repeat up all night
Cash always leak got hoes all tight
Live and we burn, grind and you earn
Bitch I’m on fire, I sit and I burn
Stackin’ up money flippin’ it too
Y’all ain’t heard me but the benjamin’s do
I’m bouncin’ through the club like tiger
I’ma hit the dope, I’ma hit the liquor
Nigga get wrong I’ma hit a nigga
Take a nigga bitch home and I’ma hit her

Reppin’ Tgod, all these diamonds on me
Passin every joint that I roll to the ones that grindin’ with me
Now that’s Taylor, Taylor, Taylor,
Homie that’s Taylor, Taylor, Taylor X 2

Bitch I’m taylored ain’t na hoe cut from the same cut
Realest, this money only thing fame brought
The crown ain’t safe and I’m comin’ for the spot
Snatchin’ all wigs bitch I’m coming for the top
Put a run up on trip how I run up in the shots
Queen Roe, I don’t see nothin’ but the gwap

All my money I’ma get it soon as I get it I’ma spend it
Bought a new car soon as I whip this
Smokin’ that marijuana in it
Takin’ the value down but also taking a pound
And breakin’ it smokin’ it all to me ain’t no savin’ it
Fuck with them pods plus seeds so no shakin’ it
Uh, fuck these niggas they ain’t really nout that
Look I know what these niggas these niggas all rap
What they know about nights that they never come back
But he two shot now shells all in the mac
On the top will never see none of y’all fall back
7-11 homie don’t get ya head cracked
Taylor Gang fam you know I rep that
And we gettin’ bake on anywhere the bread at

Now that’s Taylor, Taylor, Taylor
Homie that’s Taylor, Taylor, Taylor
Homie that’s Taylor, Taylor, Taylor
Homie that’s Taylor, Taylor, Taylor.

Los - King Los Ft. Lola Monroe Lyrics

Los - King Los Ft. Lola Monroe Lyrics

[Hook]
King los, king los, bow down, kiss a nigga rings ho
Been knocked down, hated on, bitch I still did my thing though
I thank the lord every breath I take
Every step I make, im going on for this song, nigga wishing thats my fate
Thats why I go go way too hard, they say I go go way too hard, go go way too hard

[Verse 1]
Yo, rap on shit nobody go hard, I dont need nobody
I body whole squads
I bury niggas on the dark side of the moon
Till the sun come up and throw a party on mars
Im outta this world outta my mind, stuck at the bottom thinking
How do I climb, how do I climb?, Fuck I sound to get up I turn this bitch upside down
Cause I get down to get up, sit down do sit ups
Sit up do push ups push ups to lay back
So I make money do cruches
So you hate my guts when I pull up the maybach
Honey said she ain’t never seen a guy thorough
So I got it on strength like a bicep curl
Hopeed out the pussy like I gotta murk it out
Sorry baby girl, itll never work out get it?
Snapback, custom made fitted’s
Shitted on ever spectator every critic midgets never seen one quite fly
You a pint size guy to a giant like guy, digits
I throw them in the bank
Bitches planking on the dick like they throwing in the anchor, her, er, and you too
It ain’t all about the rappers

[Verse 2]
Theyll never make another me
I dont even need half of me to make another you
I’m coming for number one so shitting on niggas is the only way you ever see me taking number 2
Im back like vertabrae
Nigga stop fronting, you ain’t even really got the guts for this
Better man up nigga, im a tand up nigga
Back rosa parks woulda got up for this, cause I get down to get up
Never put the pen down to give up
Now a nigga pin down the pin up it feel like I been up
And yall niggas stuggling so when I pull up I betta feel like a chin up
Down, then up, down again and im so nice I put down the pen
Think you wanna battle, you wanna say yes
Dont push up if you dont wanna play chess get it?
Wear air j’s ever digit and im the rap game
Los destorying ever nigga dont knock on a door when ya boy in the kitchen probably mention
Im something and the rock ain’t cooking
Ski mask in the booth over the cops ain’t looking
Tell me god ain’t smiling nigga spot ain’t took it
My pa staying proud these niggas stay lying
I was born in the jungle man these niggas ain’t lions
[Hook]

[Verse 3: Lola Monroe]
Queen bosset cause I run shit I stay dumb slick fly tell a bum tich bye
Wanna come trick, why, you ain’t built like that
You gonna fuck and get killed like that
Ole back of the race looking bitch ole wack ass drag in the face looking bitch
Ole half ass
No swag having ass
Ho ass slow ass
Last of the apes looking bitch
You’re styled played out like manolo boots
We taking headshots welcome to the photoshoot
Ill wipe this bitch! Who hype this bitch?
Make me put a ho down like mike vick pit
Betcha life get hit like a 10 car crash
You dont really want it though send me all trash im from garfield
Where they known to skill all rats
And ride of white boy like kim kardash
Get it?
Christian Louboutins when I pivot
Its so gross how you broke bitches in a civic I did it
Im good shit, the hoods big ticket
Get off my lolipop if you ain’t gonna lick it
Im wicked, ya money like beckham lets kick it, know of yall bitches wanna step in my district
Say I ain’t the truth and these bitches ain’t lying!
I was born in the jungle these bitvhes ain’t lions
Im queen roe, queen roe
[Hook]

Lola Monroe - Run This World Remix Lyrics

Lola Monroe - Run This World Remix Lyrics:

lola monroe,

i mean you already know

what the fuck it is

hold up dj you gon’ wanna run this back

when i run up on the track ain’t no runnin’ runnin’ that

imma rain rice (?) run it baby ain’t no runnin’ back

if he ring around the rosee bet i run up on that ass

ashes and ashes thrown left here

be amazed when i dust that ass

that’s just them glasses on still

see you snakes never trust that grass

crashes and slashes gon’ hit

this game when i ride up on and bust that glass

matches (?) that last reason

that you bitch’s ain’t offended cause my butt’s that fat

need i break it down how i’m bigger than you

nigga pick a business need i bigger (?) than you

cause i big (?) a mean you, cause my figure (?) than you

stick a ______________(?) feel like the trigga dem blue

i could tell you no biggie but things dun changed

so really this a warnin’ fore you go deranged

when i kick in the door it be suicidal thoughts

you be ready to die pro’lly have it arranged

now you know you dead wrong when you switch yo game

prayin’ on my dwonfall now you da bitch o’ game

you never hit cocaine that’s what my high’s be like

sky’s the limit my rise (?) get life sized

and give me the nasty stripes, size, and types

the bitch’s with no heart, bitch’s with no butt

fuck was you made for like bitch’s with no art

my bitch’s a cold shark my malicious a cold heart

__________________(?) of no thought, whore, all you whores

all you saw how i run b-more (?)

and that was in the hood bitch i’m better than before

now you bitch’s ain’t enough (?) they tryna build a new report (?)

but no, i just keep ‘em movin’

my success is proven

while you nigga’s sleepin’ drollin’

gettin’ closer to my crown who you

bitch’s think you foolin’

see the fear from my improvin’

i be doin’ some removin’

bitch i’m finna put it down,

down, down, down, down, down, down

self made bitch, self paid bitch

no coats now but it’s really self paid with

no cosign i dun really self made it

their money jokes _____(?) bout hatred

lola monroe hoe swag on a billi’

the shoe game stupid the bag ain’t illy

cocaine coop in the shit sincerely

besides she could binge i need about a trili

but i’m a nation god i’m trippin’

built this from the bottom pimpin’

only the bigginin’ you ain’t gotta clap for it

only the beginnin’ bank on it back board

Lola Monroe ft. Trina- Over Time Lyrics

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God damn, swagga so official
The ballin never stop
They might have to blow the whissle
Oh men, either when they do it
That ain't stoppin up in shorty
We still getting to it
Overtime, overtime
Stuntin in a drop top
Ballin like I never seen a shot clock
I call it over time, overtime
Swagga so official
The ballin never stop
They might have to blow the whissle
I call it over time, overtime

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