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Nicki Minaj Lyrics Tambourine

NICKI MINAJ LYRICS - Tambourine

"Nicki Minaj Lyrics"

Nicki Minaj Lyrics Tambourine

"Tambourine"

[Talkin: Nicki Minaj]
When I do it like I get the tambourines, I get the whistles, I get all dat
U kno what I'm sayin like I mite put some shirley temple curls n all dat but I'm still a boss bit!@
Like like dnt get it twisted u kno I do this lil this lil this lil party sh!# this lil tambourine sh!#
All dat sh!# u kno da drums I got some africans with me sit on ya favorite africans face it's nufin
But luk, I goes in ngga

[Verse:]
Fuk a lick a whore, I'll stick a whore in da 44 tell her lick a more
U got a sick flo, I'm sick-a-more, it's like a game show when I pick-a-door
Guess who's next 2 get bodied when I catch u in your maserati, eehh
Nicki been hot since she was givin high fives
Headed 2 da spot with da I-95
When I cum tru erbody say hi, I get it free lil mami why buy?
I am da one and your a dun dunn dunn, I can say nutin make it sound like sutin

[Talkin: Nicki Minaj]
Where my bit!@es at, I c u, uh huh, ok, come on come on come on,
let's get it let's get it uh huh, 1 2 3

[Verse:]
When dey gone get it I mean why dey all on me
My name nicki, pretty nicki what dey call me
Just got da lense and I put it n my frame, just got da benz and I put it in my name
Just got dat rope got dat dookie gold chain, just got dat dope bamboo earrings
Now all I need is some big dingalang, school bella rang like tangalang-a-lang
Say I'm 2 pretty 2 b spittin dis rotten, bit!@ get slick then a bit!@ get gotten
Now I'm da master dats what's poppin, oh lawdy pick a bail of cotton

[Talkin: Nicki Minaj]
Dam I gotta laugh cause u can't b serious like I'm playin with dese bit!@es I'm laughin all da way 2 bank
Fifty holla atcha girl southside jamaica queens it's nufin
Unh come on, I'm a do da beyonce dance and all dat I'm bout 2 shoot a video 2 dis sh!# and all dat chea
Getcha getcha tambourine bit!@es [x2]

Nicki Minaj Lyrics Beez In The Trap

NICKI MINAJ LYRICS - Beez In The Trap

"Nicki Minaj Lyrics"

NICKI MINAJ LYRICS Beez in the trap

"Beez In The Trap"
(feat. 2 Chainz)

[Hook]
bi!@#es ain't sh!#, and they ain't sayin' nuthin'
A hundred muthafu$%as can't tell me nuthin'
I beez in the trap, bee, beez in the trap
I beez in the trap, bee, beez in the trap
[x2]

[Verse 1: Nicki Minaj]
Man, I been did that
Man, I been popped off
And if she ain't tryna give it up, she get dropped off
Let me bust that U-ie
bi!@#, bust that open
Might spend a couple thou' just to bust that open
Rip it off, no jokin'
Like your name Hulk Hogan
ni##@s move weight in the South, but live in Hoboken
bi!@#, I spit that crack
Like I'm in that trap
So if you need a hit, then I'm with that bat

[Hook]
bi!@#es ain't sh!#, and they ain't sayin' nuthin'
A hundred muthafu$%as can't tell me nuthin'
I beez in the trap, bee, beez in the trap
I beez in the trap, bee, beez in the trap
[x2]

[Verse 2: 2 Chainz]
Okay now Nicki Nicki Nicki, put it in your kidney
Got a new LS 450, ain't no keys in this do-hicky
If I weren't rappin' I be trappin'
If I weren't trappin' I be pimpin'
If weren't pimpin' I be gettin' it, period
I don't smoke no bobby, but my denim be from Ricky
Got your girl on molly and we smokin' loud and drinkin'
Got my top back so you can see what I been thinkin'
If you know me then you know I've been thinking Franklin
Money, thousands, True Religion trousers
Got a private home, started from the public houses
Hair weave killer, Kevin heart arouser
Audi A8, told them Audi 5000, uh

[Hook]
bi!@#es ain't sh!#, and they ain't sayin' nuthin'
A hundred muthafu$%as can't tell me nuthin'
I beez in the trap, bee, beez in the trap
I beez in the trap, bee, beez in the trap
[x2]

[Bridge]
da#$, da#$ what they say about me?
I don't know man, fu$% is on your biscuit?
If I get hit, swinging on a big bi!@#
I don't know man, I'm sh!#tin' on your whole life
[x2]

[Hook]
bi!@#es ain't sh!#, and they ain't sayin' nuthin'
A hundred muthafu$%as can't tell me nuthin'
I beez in the trap, bee, beez in the trap
I beez in the trap, bee, beez in the trap

[Verse 3: Nicki Minaj]
Man I'm out in Texas, man I'm out in A-town
Then I'm up in Chi-town or Miami shuttin' it down
It's that New Orleans, it's LA or The Bay
It's New York Philly in the whole DMV
I'm a Detroit Player, man it's North/South Cak
Ohio Pittsburgh, got St. Louis on deck
It's Delaware Connecticut, it's New Jersey got hella bricks
It's Queens Brooklyn and yea they're wildin'
The Bronx Harlem and Staten Island

[Hook]
bi!@#es ain't sh!#, and they ain't sayin' nuthin'
A hundred muthafu$%as can't tell me nuthin'
I beez in the trap, bee, beez in the trap
I beez in the trap, bee, beez in the trap

[Bridge]
da#$, da#$ what they say about me?
I don't know man, fu$% is on your biscuit?
If I get hit, swinging on a big bi!@#
I don't know man, I'm sh!#tin' on your whole life
[x2]

Nelly Lyrics Champ

NELLY LYRICS - The Champ

"Nelly Lyrics"

Nelly Lyrics Champ

"The Champ"

Let’s go

[Verse 1]
Ever since I was a kid I’ve been dreaming about this
First day of practice I was thinking about this
Picture on the news, yeah they see about this
Even in the paper they gon' read about this
Cause all of my life
Training day and night
I’m preparing to fight
For everyone I believed in
I was going insane, they were screaming our name
While were spraying champagne
There’s nothing nobody can say

[Chorus]
Cause today is the day
Is the day that I have always dreamed of forever
When you call me,
You call me the champ of the world
I can raise my hands
I can scream I’m the best in the world
Whole world
All my blood, sweat and grind
Was all for this time

[Verse 2]
Lap after lap, mile after mile
Push up after push up
Everybody count it out
Everybody up, now we back down
All my pain and sweat was for this moment right now
All from different places well we came with each other
We came together as a team,
But we’re leaving as brothers
Standing next to one another while we hold up our colors
I’m gon’ look in to the camera and tell my mama I love her

[Chorus]
Cause today is the day
Is the day that I have always dreamed of forever
When you call me,
You call me the champ of the world
I can raise my hands
I can scream I’m the best in the world
Whole world
All my blood, sweat and grind
Was all for this time

Today is the day
Is the day that I have always dreamed of forever
When you call me,
You call me the champ of the world
I can raise my hands
I can scream I’m the best in the world
Whole world
All my blood, sweat and grind
Was all for this time

Today is the day
Is the day that I have always dreamed of forever
When you call me,
You call me the champ of the world
I can raise my hands
I can scream I’m the best in the world
Whole world
All my blood, sweat and grind
Was all for this time

Meek Mill Lyrics House Party

MEEK MILL LYRICS - House Party

"Meek Mill Lyrics"

Meek Mill Lyrics House Party

"House Party"
(feat. Young Chris)

I tell em meet me in the bathroom
I fu@# her while the water runnin
Her friend knockin at the door
And she screamin out I'm cummin
I tell em meet me in the bathroom
I fu@# her while the water runnin
Her friend knockin at the door
And she screamin

[DJ Drama:]
House party, I'm a play the DJ Martin Lawrence
You know I'm always survivor man
Those guys... Kid and Play

[Meek Mill:]
I tell em meet me in the bathroom
I fu@# her while the water runnin
Her friend knockin at the door
And she screamin out I'm cummin
And my youngin in my other room, fu@#in up my sheets
She tell em boy don't grab my hair because you're fu@#in up my weave
I got a hundred bottles Ciroc boy
All my jewelry cold as fu@# but I'm a hot boy
All these stones in my chain make me a rock boy
And I heard you ni##@s talking money you should stop boy
I fu@# bi!#$es by the group I get money by the pound
... on all these ni##@s ch-ch-ch-ch-chop em down
Every time I'm in the club these ni##@s is not around
Everybody talking money I say prove it not a sound
White girls gone wild
We don't judge em though, they ain't on trial
Bad bi!#$es got em on dial
It's bottoms up but is going down

[Chorus:]
Welcome to my house party party
Welcome to my house party party
Welcome to my house party party
Welcome to my house party party

Ciroc all on my table bi!#$es in the living room
They gon ask who at the door, tryna get in too
Only me and my ni##@s, tell her bring a friend or two
Bottles poppin models watching all in my living room

[Chorus:]
Welcome to my house party party
Welcome to my house party party
Welcome to my house party party
Welcome to my house party party

[Young Chris:]
Meet us at the bunny ranch, you know where the honeys camp
Meek Milly, Young Chris, you know why them honeys amped
Gotta be a natural born star, Doin shit that money can't
Daddy day care home, Why you think your honey ain't
Who you think she stay with, This that Kid and Play shit
You're main chick got our night job, You can get a day shift
I'm a hit her from the back, Meek get her face shit
He ain't wanna sway up in this motherfu@#er, hey bi!#$
Hey bi!#$ hey ho, yea we on that lay low
And they all simon says, she do what I say so
Got the whole house packed, you can get your spouse back
When we done partyin, where the mally at that loud pack
Haters can't tell us shit
Don't knock me, tell your bi!#$
House party poppin on that Martin shit we're yelling switch
Cold bottles, cold magnums, gold bottles
We spitting on each other pussy and them hos swallow

[Hook x2: Meek Mill]

Ciroc all on my table bi!#$es in the living room
They gon ask who at the door, tryna get in too
Only me and my ni##@s, tell her bring a friend or two
Bottles poppin models watching all in my living room

ATL new will ville
Tryna to show em how my ni##@ louis will feel
Thursday call it meek mill ville
You got a car ride in a Benz man it's the real deal
We in the movie room, we ain't watching movies though
Lights camera action, we gon make a movie ho
She lookin all at my wrist, she love the way this music blow
Pack house is hot as shit, she tell me that I'm cooler though
Cooler than a fan, fresh like it's Easter
Homie I don't even want your bi!#$, you can keep her
She say I ain't hit that, only you believe her
Pull off in the Lambo I'm like hasta la vista

[Hook:]
Ciroc all on my table bi!#$es in the living room
They gon ask who at the door, tryna get in too
Only me and my ni##@s, tell her bring a friend or two
Bottles poppin models watching all in my living room

Marsha Ambrosius Lyrics Hope She Cheats On You

MARSHA AMBROSIUS LYRICS - Hope She Cheats On You (With A Basketball Player) (Remix)

"Marsha Ambrosius Lyrics"

Marsha Ambrosius Lyrics Hope She Cheats On You

"Hope She Cheats On You (With A Basketball Player) (Remix)"
(feat. Fabolous, Maino)

[Intro: Fabolous]
You see Marsha, I don't know how you could feel a way?
I would never wish you no bad, we went our seperate ways
I would wish you the best...SYKE!!!!

[Verse 1: Fabolous]
I hope he's cheatin on you with a fat wack silly hoe
Hope you see your boyfriend in a Kat Stacks video
Thought I found Cinderella shoe didn't fit her yo
Now I'm gonna have to trend topic you on Twitter though
Nah I ain't bitter, Ok I'm kinda bitter yo
Hope that cat shit on you, like you kitty litter though
Oh!!! Daddy tricked you to get your butt up
Uh Huh! OK! Whatever! SHUT UP!!!
Hope you catch him creepin, datin one of your friends
Get y'all both pregnant and y'all babies look like twins
Might say I'm hatin, well yes I'm hatin
Just thinkin 'bout it got me SMH'n

[Chorus: Marsha Ambrosius]
(Well look it how it all turned out now!!!)
I hope she cheats on you with a basketball player
(Look it how it all turned out now!!!)
I hope you feelin lonely baby now were not together
(Look it how it all turned out now!!!)
I hope she cheats on you with a basketball player
(Look it how it all turned out now!!!)
Oooh now that I'm without ya

[Verse 2: Marsha Ambrosius]
I hope she cheats on you with an NFL baller
She ignores you every single time you call her
Brand new Louis gotta have it spend your money on her
When you wanna hit it she actin like she don't wanna
I may sound bitter, I'm a little bitter
just a little bitter, because you were with her
I'm in Salt Lake City now I'm up on a pitcher
Remember how it was when I was with ya
Ba-by!!! Sex so good, do you remember? OH?
Ba-by!!! Sex so good, do you remember? OH?

[Chorus: Marsha Ambrosius {Maino}]
(Well look it how it all turned out now!!!)
I hope she cheats on you with a basketball player
(Look it how it all turned out now!!!)
I hope you feelin lonely baby now were not together
{Look at how it all turned out baby}
(Look it how it all turned out now!!!)
I hope she cheats on you with a basketball player
{I'm feelin you}
(Look it how it all turned out now!!!)
{But she ain't gonna do that) Oh now that I'm without ya baby!!!}
{Maino!!!!!}

[Verse 3: Maino]
You don't wanna see me doin good you hopin that I be stressin
Up nights worried and hurt without restin
Wish I get embarrassed and stuck with no blessings
Prayin that I feel what you felt without question
I'm tryin to touch the sky but you want me down
It's like the video she ended up with Shannon Brown
But that ain't goin down 'cause in real life
I'm the winner middle fingers in the air like
Yeah! You really startin to sound like a hater
My baby girl she would never leave me for a Laker
I'm sorry, I know that I'm the reason for the breakup
At times, I think back and wished that we had made up
'Cause I didn't mean to ever make you miserable
But girl, look at life from my point of view
I was young hard not to be a two timer
When girls, is screamin in my ear "Get 'em Tiger!!!"
So now with my new girlfriend
It is what it is this for you girlfriend
And even though you wish me bad I'm a wish you happiness
Look at how it all turned out you'll see what happy is

[Chorus: Marsha Ambrosius]
(Well look it how it all turned out now!!!)
I hope she cheats on you with a basketball player
(Look it how it all turned out now!!!)
I hope you feelin lonely baby now were not together
(Look it how it all turned out now!!!)
I hope she cheats on you with a basketball player
(Look it how it all turned out now!!!)
Oooh now that I'm without ya

[Bridge: Marsha Ambrosius]
She cute and all but that won't last forever
What I had for you was so much better
Yeah the grass ain't greener on the other side of town
Now look at how it all turns out now
I'm a little bitter, just a little bitter
but I'm doin better, 'cause we ain't together
You sorry excuse for somebody I was into
Remember what it was when I was with you

[Chorus: Marsha Ambrosius]
(Well look it how it all turned out now!!!)
I hope she cheats on you with a basketball player
(Look it how it all turned out now!!!)
I hope you feelin lonely baby now were not together
(Look it how it all turned out now!!!)
I hope she cheats on you with a basketball player
(Look it how it all turned out now!!!)
Now that I'm without ya baby!

[Outro: Marsha Ambrosius]
Yeah (Yeah) Yeah (Yeah) Yeah (Yeah) HEEEEEEEEYYYYYYYYYY!!!
Yeah (Yeah) Yeah (Yeah) Yeah (Yeah) HEEEEEEEEYYYYYYYYYY!!!
Yeah (Yeah) Yeah (Yeah) Yeah (Yeah) SIIIIIINNNNNNNNNGGGGG!!!
Yeah (Yeah) Yeah (Yeah) Yeah (Yeah)
Sing I hope she cheat on you....
I hope she cheat on you with a basketball player
Hope you feelin sad and lonely now were not together baby
Said I hope she cheat on you baby.......

Lil Wayne Lyrics Celebrate

LIL' WAYNE LYRICS - Celebrate

"Lil Wayne Lyrics"

Lil Wayne Lyrics


"Celebrate"

Young Mula
Happy Music
Happy People
Happy People
Everythings alright
Everything is alright

[Chorus]
Pop a bottle and celebrate
We made it to a new day
Pop a bottle and celebrate
We done made it to a new day
Oooh I take a hit and just elevate
Cause today will be a good day
I got my mind right, money right
Ready for war, work hard today for a better tomorrow

I said who’s that peeking in my window
Is that sunshine, is that one time
Let that sunshine through my living room
Hospitality is what I’m giving you
Harsh reality is what I’ve been through
But I’m not alone, ask her and him too
And they shall tell ya, ain’t nothin’ better
Than the smell of a new day
And I know the ocean runs dry and the sky get dark
And ya don’t see what He’s trying to show ya
And I know the wall will seem tall but if we help eachother I guarantee we get over
And once I’m over, I’ll reach back for my brother and pull him over aswell
Keep our heads high and our noses wide open
Hoping for that new day smell
Love live life

[Chorus x2]
Pop a bottle and celebrate
We made it to a new day
Pop a bottle and celebrate
We done made it to a new day
Oooh I take a hit and just elevate
Cause today will be a good day
I got my mind right, money right
Ready for war, working hard today for a better tomorrow

Young Mula Baby

KANYE WEST LYRICS - See Me Now

KANYE WEST LYRICS - See Me Now

"Kanye West Lyrics"


KANYE WEST LYRICS - See Me Now

Beyonce LYRICS - See Me Now

Charlie Wilson LYRICS - See Me Now


"See Me Now"
(feat. Beyoncé, Charlie Wilson)

I know you see me now right now
(I know you see me now right now)
I know you see me now right now
(You see)
I know you see me now right now
(Right now)
I know you see me now right now

[Beyonce]
I got my suit and tie
And I don’t know if y’all know
Well, maybe y’all do
Or maybe y’all don’t
But I don’t really care
It’s how we on it all the time
So I’ma get my money
Let’s go

[Kanye West]
Now, I’ma need you to kill the hypocrisy
This is an aristocracy
I’m Socrates, but my skin more chocolately
What’s up with who? That’s old news
I’m in a speedboat, in my boat shoes
Huh? I swear my whole collection’s so cool
I might walk in Nobu with no shoes
He just walked in Nobu like it was Whole Foods!
That nig#@ crazy, I told you!
Immature adult (uh huh), insecure asshole (what else?)
And if you fall on the concrete, that’s yo’ ass fault
If you pass on a Kon beat, that’s yo’ last fault
Get what you ask for, I swear that’s yo’ ass, so
She got a big booty, but she couldn’t drop that ass low
‘Til you take yo’ last ho, and rope up all the cash flow
When you gettin’ money, they be all up on yo’ ass, yo
When you gettin’ money Kons don’t let a nig#@ pass go
Straight to jail, yo, in a hell hole
Right next to Lucifer, tell ‘em I say hello
Ask him if I’ma be there soon and tell ‘im I said “Hell, no!”
Yo, what you say when your people get out of jail, huh?

[Beyonce with Kanye West in brackets]
My nig#@s is home
I guess I got everything
Everything I want
(Lets go shopping dog, lets celebrate)
But I don’t
No matter how good it gets
(Free Weezy though)
It’ll never be like before
No women in the crowd
Screamin’ and it’s loud
Doin’ things not allowed
And I swear it’s goin’ down right now
(You know what it is)
I know one thing, my mama would be proud
And you see me lookin’ up
‘Cause I know she’s lookin’ down right now

[Charlie Wilson Chorus]
I know you see me now right now
(I know you see me now right now)
I know you see me now right now
(Right now, right now)
I know you see me now right now
(Right now)
I know you see me now right now

[Kanye West]
Pour the champagne, let your watch show
Shorty got a man watch, wrist look colossal
I admit my first watch was a Fossil
Now I’m in the Louvre, lookin’ for fossils
Attention to detail is so uncanny
And the whip’s on the Sprewells, it’s so un-Camry
Somebody need to put us on camera
The world of Rollies and everyone families
Stay Jordan fresh, suits and Ferrari’s
Cute, your shorty watch Barneys, we at de Bonny’s
End up at Marley, Georgi, and service from Sergio
Da Kine Lamborghini, the chain throw off the vertigo
I know the flow just hit a hellafied vertical
This the Christ year, last year was magic, thirty-two
Lyrically, can’t none of y’all murder ‘Ye
‘Cause y’all raps ain’t got no vertebrae
I got styled last June and she heard of me
I killed the fur last Paris, raised the murder rate
First of all, we all know the beats is
Like a mix between Fergie and Jesus
Imagine the direction of this immaculate conception
Every one of His Majesty’s swim parties is paegantries
Cannonball off the diving board when I am board
All my homies GD’s, but I am lord
Rap god, Greek mythology
And this life too crazy to think logically
Here’s something that you could use in analogy
My life is like a child’s illusions become reality

[Beyonce]
Now go get my throne
‘Cause I don’t wanna stop
I just go in my zone
And I’ma make it hot
‘Til it’s time to go
When it’s time to go
Where you tryna go?
You better act like you can see me now
(Exactly!)

[Charlie Wilson]
I know you see me now right now
(I know you see me now right now)
I know you see me now right now
(Right now, right now)
I know you see me now right now
(Right now)
I know you see me now right now

[Kanye West & Charlie Wilson]
I know you see me
I know you see me
I know you see me
It’s like I’m 3D
I know you see me now right now
(I know you see me now right now)
I know you see me now right now
(Right now, right now)
I know you see me now right now
(Right now)
I know you see me now right now
I know you see me
I know you see me
I know you see me
It’s like I’m 3D
I know you see me now right now
(I know you see me now right now)
I know you see me now right now
(Right now, right now)
I know you see me now right now
(Right now)
I know you see me now right now

[Kanye West Talking]
Hey, feel like one of those old R. Kelly joints, right?
I bet they put me back on the cover of Ebony now
I know Jet Magazine callin’ right now
You lookin’ good today, too
I like that
You got your new suit on
And she got the extra cute on
I know you thinkin’ “This that Yeezy we all love”
I’m back, baby
We back, baby!
Uncle Charlie, by the way
And I’mma let you finish, but I got Beyonce on the track
That’s what it is
Black excellence, baby
We the elite
We the greatest in the world!
We the greatest in the world!

JIM JONES LYRICS - Honey Dip

JIM JONES LYRICS - Honey Dip

"Jim Jones Lyrics"

JIM JONES LYRICS - Honey Dip

JR Writer LYRICS - Honey Dip

"Honey Dip"
(feat. Hell Rell, Juelz, Latiff)

[Chorus: Latiff]
When I'm dippin on the grind I get my money quick
But sometimes I wanna lay up wit my honey dip
She be wit me cause she aint like all them other chicks
Let you hit, then she split, that's why I got a honey dip
From the club to the telly you know how it is
Most of the chicks I never tell em where a ni$$a live
Tryna reach me at my mansion or my mother crib
Hit my cell, hit my two, now I'm at my honey dips

[Verse 1: Jim Jones]
Yo we talked about 8, said I was comin thru to hit
Now its wee hours in the mornin and I'm drunker than a bit@$
Stumblin and shit, I jumped up in the whip
Flipped open the horn like where's my honey dip
And bit@$ fu@$ ya man tonite, you know my steelo
Sizzurp wit the Cristal, the corners playin cee-lo
You see me well you jus smile you know we on the le-low
I'm whippin thru the town like we boilin up a kilo
Huh, I'm tryna dip up in the tele
Dip up in the room, then dip up in her belly
Dip off on Pirelli's, Dip-Sets Fonzarelli
My white t-shirt, lookin dip up in my Pelle
Smokin weed up in the Range
Full speed left lane
Its me against the world, M.O.B. up in my vein
Wit another ni$$a girl, gettin low to give me brain
If the bit@$ about the cause you aint gotta spit no game

[Chorus]

[Verse 2: Jr Writer]
You know I'm lookin for a honey dip
But I'm no dummy, most these bunnies
are money hungry and lookin for a money clip
So after the brother hit
I'll tell a honey dip
She won't see a contact, address nor buddy list
I aint on some hubby shit
That lovey dovey shit its nuttin trick I'm suttin slick you couldn't get
enough of it
How a slugger jus slide up thru the check in
Wit that linin on the Wesson
Hundred diamonds on my neck and wrist shit
I'm rich bit@$, rhymings my profession
Watch how I do this stupid grindin and perfectin
Who's flyer when I step in got em spyin every second, cause that 06
Charger remind em of a 7
Yes man I'm so fresh the pro mess wit bread honey
My jeans 800, these are called Red Munkey
The flossin is gone, come talk to a Don fly enough to belong on a
catwalk in Mulan.....holla

[Chorus]

[Verse 3: Juelz Santana]
I got me a lovely chick, I got me a slutty chick, I got em all, but my
favorite one is my honey dip
She get drunk wit me, roll the piff up wit me
Throw singles at other ho@s in the strip club wit me
She do anything for jus one quicky
She a nympho chick
For this slow dick
She give no lip, she jus go get
The paper I ask her for, my bit@$ so quick
Plus she know every Santana song and she don't mind puttin the dam bandana on
Slap her ass tell her dance in this thong
She do it all for daddy
She move it all for daddy...Aye Aye
She get a brick and she boof it all for daddy
Hit the road shake the State Troopers off for daddy
And she bring all that paper back
No short paper back, she sure don't play wit that

[Chorus]

J Cole Lyrics Nobodys Perfect

J COLE LYRICS - Nobodys Perfect

"J Cole Lyrics"

J Cole Lyrics Nobodys Perfect

"Nobody's Perfect"
(feat. Missy Elliott)

[Verse 1: J. Cole]
This is for all the fans that waited, the bi#@!ch ni$$@as that hated
Old hos we dated, look mama, we made it
Your son out in Barbados, cheese eggs and potatoes
Smokin' weed on the beach as my mind workin' like Plato
Analyzin' the world, fantasizin' about girls
I'm handin' diamonds and pearls and vandalizin' her curls
Sweating her weave out, moans as she breathes out
fu@#k I'm doin' in parties with Hova and Steve Stoute
I step over piranha, death over dishonor
They killin ni$$@as for J's, that's death over designer
Hey Cole heatin' up like that left-over lasagna
Remember when I used to be stressed over Dawana
Now a ni$$@a only textin' distress over Rihannas
I'm talkin' tens and better, hood bi#@!ches in Timbs and sweaters
And we always argue about the same thing
Tell me why we gotta argue about the same thing, same thing?

[Hook: Missy Elliott]
Nobody's perfect, nobody's perfect ey, ey
But you're perfect for me
Nobody's perfect, nobody's perfect ey,
But you're perfect for me

We rollin', we ridin'
He like to go inside and
I love to go all night and
We rock the boat, Poseidon
I love to call your name, name, name
Baby I love to call your name, name, name

[Verse 2: J. Cole]
Oh yeah, to my college girl, take the weekend off and come home soon
I graduated way too long ago to be sneakin' all in your dorm room
But that thing tight like Fort Knox
So I call you when the tour stops
But baby with your roommates, did you make sure the door's locked?
She love it when we get together
Smoke a little weed but the shit together
Now that I'm on, I can pick and choose
Only fu@#k with hos who got shit to lose
Yeah, I heard stories about different dudes
Her man on campus but it's fine by me
She say she only fu@#ked like 4-5 ni$$@as,
So you know you gotta multiply by 3

[Hook: Missy Elliott]
Nobody's perfect, nobody's perfect ey, ey
But you're perfect for me
Nobody's perfect, nobody's perfect ey,
But you're perfect for me

We rollin', we ridin'
He like to go inside and
I love to go all night and
We rock the boat, Poseidon
I love to call your name, name, name
Baby I love to call your name, name, name

Gucci Mane Lyrics Walking Lick

GUCCI MANE LYRICS - Walking Lick

"Gucci Mane Lyrics"

Gucci Mane Lyrics Walking Lick

"Walking Lick"
(feat. Waka Flocka)

[Intro:]
Quiet
No man, I can't be quiet
sh@$ every time I talk that's brig fair
Holiday season bit$@
Holiday
See that's twenty eight five right there ha ha
Mike Will made it
Yo Gucci
I know you looking like bout ten burns
We walk in the club nigger
You know this
Holiday season
Trap back baby
The streets is hungry
Let's go

[Verse 1:]
80 grand in my Robin jeans
It's hot outside but I'm cooling it
Top on now but I'm losing it
Mind gone with a foreign chick
With a Tech-9, with a cooling kit
Had the black jeans with wings on em
Gucci shoes... No shoes strings!
Say every word mean two things
So the white girl is my boo thing
Cause all come in due time
I'm in a drop head at the blue flan
And I don't wanna see no new faces
Cause I don't like to learn no new names
I goto sleep in foreign places
Wake up count big faces
Stuff cash in suitcases,
Pillow cases I'm two faced

[Chorus:]
I'm a walking lick,
I'm a talking brick talking sh@$
Walking Lick,
I'm a talking brick talking sh@$
I'm a walking lick,
I'm a talking brick talking sh@$
Walking Lick,
I'm a talking brick talking sh@$
I'm a walking lick,
I'm a talking brick talking sh@$
Walking Lick,
I'm a talking brick talking sh@$
I'm a walking lick,
I'm a talking brick talking sh@$
Walking Lick,
I'm a talking brick talking sh@$.

[Verse 2:]
Millionaire with True's on
I'm a stash house with shoes on
Put a million dollars in my new home
And a quarter million in my trap house
Put a half of mill in your bank account
You can serve dope in my zone
Cooking to work with them gloves on
So the jocks can get that grub on
I'm a OG with a capital letters
On capital add with white letters
In a 68' Camaro, no top on
I'm put together, I got salt and pepper
No Spinderella, Stupid cheese
That's Mozzarella Bust 'em open,
Put 'em back together
Then sell it to you ahead of schedule

[Chorus:]
I'm a walking lick,
I'm a talking brick talking sh@$
Walking Lick,
I'm a talking brick talking sh@$
I'm a walking lick,
I'm a talking brick talking sh@$
Walking Lick,
I'm a talking brick talking sh@$
I'm a walking lick,
I'm a talking brick talking sh@$
Walking Lick,
I'm a talking brick talking sh@$
I'm a walking lick,
I'm a talking brick talking sh@$
Walking Lick,
I'm a talking brick talking sh@$.

[Verse 3: Waka Flocka]
I heard the price tag on my head (flocka)
I'm a walking lick (flocka)
Nigga come and try
You gon end up dead bit$@
(Uh huh) yeah road kill
My nigga they so for real
Twenty minutes from my hood
I don't need no house on the hill (Spank)
Reaching for my tech
Your mama better write your will
sh@$ gon get ugly my youngest pop bout two pills (ROLLING!)
Real nigga before and with this record deal
Me and Gucci Mane bit$@ we hard to kill.

[Chorus:]
I'm a walking lick,
I'm a talking brick talking sh@$
Walking Lick,
I'm a talking brick talking sh@$
I'm a walking lick,
I'm a talking brick talking sh@$
Walking Lick,
I'm a talking brick talking sh@$
I'm a walking lick,
I'm a talking brick talking sh@$
Walking Lick,
I'm a talking brick talking sh@$
I'm a walking lick,
I'm a talking brick talking sh@$
Walking Lick,
I'm a talking brick talking sh@$.

Game Lyrics The City

THE GAME LYRICS - The City

"Game (rapper) Lyrics"

Game Lyrics The City
"The City"
(feat. Kendrick Lamar)

"Leave the angels in the city"

[Verse 1: Game]
Tell them muthafu$@as I'm forever paid
California king, wrestle gators in the Everglades
Drive up out that muthafu$@in swamp in the Escalade
So before you put that Red rag in your pocket
I wanna see your fu$@in resume
Started off on Ground Zero, then I start to levitate
Rip rappers a new asshole: I never hesitate
Dre beats on, smoking that chronic just to meditate
I'm a give em hurricanes until another Levee break
You ni$$@s is featherweights, I'm Aftermath's heavyweight
Now Dre's weapon of mass destruction is 'bout to detonate
When a ni$$@ whack, found me shit, I was selling weight
Now a ni$$@'s selling millions, now it's time to celebrate
Performing in front of millions, ni$$@, every race
6-4 in the '64, now watch the Chevy scrape
4th album, no 5 mics? Then let em hate
But I'm not stopping til I'm the king in every state

[Hook: Kendrick Lamar]
Recognize my life, ridicule my fight
Give me fuel for the fire burning when I yearn these lights
In the midst of the hieroglyphs my fingertips start to write
Familiar with cartwright, cause I wrote that shot, I'm a raging bull
When the needle drops. For the record, I'm a wreck it, even if my record don't pop
I'm a tie a knot on a Downtown building
Let it toll behind me tell em they can find me
In the dark with the ghetto children
Look at my heart, ni$$@ fu$@ your feelings
This is me!

[Verse 2: Game]
I'm sick of motherfu$@ers talking about "the West died"
Can't you hear my heart beating?
That's the motherfu$@in West side, you test me, you test God
I'm his son, it says in Psalms, you come at me
Then I can split you with this Tommy gun
You won't have time to run, I'm from the Compton slums
And that's how the West ride
I'm from the city where 2 of the best died
Rest in peace to both of em, spit like I'm the ghost of em
Damn, I said I spit like I'm the ghost of em
Name your top 10, I'm harder than the most of em
Matter of fact, shorten your list ni$$@, top 5
Game, Biggie, Hov, prolly Pac, Nas
No particular order, bet a mil that I slaughter
Serve ni$$@s, give a fu$@ what you ordered
How dare you ni$$@s pop fly when I'm the ni$$@
Sold 5 mil out the gate and numbers do not lie

[Hook: Kendrick Lamar]

[Verse 3: Game]
I gave you the Documentary, shit was a classic
Gave you Doctor's Advocate, you ripped it out the package
Came with LAX, since critics said it was average
I was stressed the fu$@ out, torn between Aftermath and
Geffen, Interscope, now I got you in the scope
Spill the red ink on the paper, it's like my pen is broke
And this is what you all been waiting for
I'm the lost angel knocking on Satan's door
What the fu$@ y'all take me for?
I love you cause you hate me more
I'm Kobe on the Lakers floor, except I give you 84
Shake you like Haiti's floor
Walk up on you like "what's going on baby boy? "
Shots in that Mercedes door
Either I'm crazy, or the black Slim Shady, or
That be the reason that Baby said he would pay me more
But I still owe Jimmy one more album
The best the West has ever seen - no disrespect to Calvin

[Hook: Kendrick Lamar]

[Verse 4: Kendrick Lamar]
And I wear a pendant on my shoulder
Soldier, like a lieutenant, and the coupe tinted
Got pulled over, Johnny always lock a ni$$@ down
Knowing damn well we don't wanna see the box like Manny Pacquiao
Little ni$$@ Mayweather size, ride like Pac in his prime
Thug life is now on radar
Til the federal come through and raid ours
Reminiscing on the LA Raiders
Was in my home, snapback fitted on my uncle's dome
And I don't condone dickriding, I'm addicted to
Westsiding, living in a city where the skinny ni$$@s die
And the semi bullets fly, but it turn me to a lion
Trying, and I mean that shit
Game came through, put the city on his back
I was in the city,where a ni$$@ had seen that shit
"Compton! ", a ni$$@ gotta scream that shit
Never went commercial, Never T.V. screened that shit
Can't block or screen that shit, now everybody seen that shit

Future Lyrics Same Damn Time

Future Lyrics - Same Damn Time

"Future (rapper) Lyrics"

Future Lyrics Same Damn Time
"Same dam Time"

I wear Gucci, I wear Bally at the same da%* time
On the phone, cooking dope, at the same da%* time
Selling white, selling mid, at the same da%* time
fu%$ing 2 bad bit$#@$ at the same da%* time
At the same da%* time, at the same da%* time
At the same da%* time, at the same da%* time
I'm on Pluto I'm on Mars at the same da%* time
On the sofa, poppin bottles at the same da%* time

Gucci made in Italy, Bally belt I'm killin sh@$
The way I rock a jimmy Chu's the word got out I'm dealin it
I fu%$ her she a immigrant
Don't touch her she got benefits
Bussin down them benjimans
fu%$in up on Louie kicks, that's the way I'm kickin it
Pharaoh garment cover me
Puerto Rican, Japanese, we laid up at the Double Tree
Yellow ice a bumble bee, pinky ring a quarter key
Iphone a metro, twerking off the whole thing
My ear ring a jelly bean, gansta lean and ireine
Red eyes no visine, I'm loc'd out on the bean
Horse shoes on my jeans, robbin jeans with the wings
Yellow bone on the team, trafficin that Yao Mings
Space boots with the spikes, go to AZ on a flight
Mail a hundred over night, Yeah yeah yeah yeah

I wear Gucci, I wear Bally at the same da%* time
On the phone, cooking dope, at the same da%* time
Selling white, selling mid, at the same da%* time
fu%$ing 2 bad bit$#@$ at the same da%* time
At the same da%* time, at the same da%* time
At the same da%* time, at the same da%* time
I'm on Pluto I'm on Mars at the same da%* time
On the sofa, poppin bottles at the same da%* time

I'm in Fifs with the sack going crazy
Got some diamonds around my neck no flugazy
Bad bit$#@$ in the suite, trying to bathe me
Just a young hood nigga, streets raised me
Working with a unit try and stretch it to another one
Drinking on that active and it taste just like some bubble gum
Thumbing through a check, boarding on the jet
Talking on the iPhone, sipping out the Styrofoam
That dirty got my mind gone, that money got my mind blown
VVS and white stones, VVS and white stones
I'm rolling like a rolling stone
Free Bands on Al Capone
And my cash way long, (turned up)
I see a bunch of clones

I wear Gucci, I wear Bally at the same da%* time
On the phone, cooking dope, at the same da%* time
Selling white, selling mid, at the same da%* time
fu%$ing 2 bad bit$#@$ at the same da%* time
At the same da%* time, at the same da%* time
At the same da%* time, at the same da%* time
I'm in Pluto I'm in Mars at the same da%* time
On the sofa, poppin bottles at the same da%* time

Give me an apartment and some water and I can swim
Got that gambino jumping out the gym
My young nigga servin jays outside crim
Jump across from me you know your chances slim
In my Aviator Gucci, like I'm driving planes
Flyin cash in cash money, smell like cocaine
Doin Birdman numbers, makin flips like Jackie Chan
Walk inside the jeweler drop a bail on ya rinng.
Spent so much at Louie gave me free champagne
In Bel Harbor shoppin and they doing the same thang
And I keep my cup with me like a pimp
I check a Magic Don Juan, take a glimpse
Spike Lee need to get this sh@$ on film

I wear Gucci, I wear Bally at the same da%* time
On the phone, cooking dope, at the same da%* time
Selling white, selling mid at the same da%* time
fu%$ing 2 bad bit$#@$ at the same da%* time
At the same da%* time, at the sae da%* time
At the same da%* time, at the same da%* time
I'm on Pluto I'm on Mars at the same da%* time
On the sofa, poppin bottles at the same da%* time.

French Montana Lyrics Shot Caller

French Montana Lyrics Shot Caller

"French Montana Lyrics"

French Montana Lyrics Shot Caller

"Shot Caller"
(feat. Curren$y)

[Chorus - Curren$y]
Shorty got potential I could be her sponsor
Met her back stage at a summer jam concert
Hair like Rihanna shoe game was awesome
Could tell by her aura she want a shot caller
Wanna be with a baller shot caller
Can tell by her aura she wanna shot caller
Wanna be with a baller shot caller
Can tell by her aura she wanna shot caller

[French Montana - Verse 1]
Dippin in the ‘lac (slow) 3 in the back (oh)
2 if ya fat (aha) pimpin is a fact
Fresh up out the street hot jump to the top
I be french montana from da da da block
Went solo on ya azz, solo on the ave
All white navy blue polo with the hat
I go rawr rawr like a thunder dragon
From the south Bronx home of the original clappers
Just another case diggin in the crates
Empty out the tool they was fillin it with hate
Livin life fast guess mines on a speed boat
(spark the weed like a ...)

[Chorus - Curren$y]
Shorty got potential I could be her sponsor
Met her back stage at a summer jam concert
Hair like Rihanna shoe game was awesome
Could tell by her aura she want a shot caller
Wanna be with a baller shot caller
Can tell by her aura she wanna shot caller
Wanna be with a baller shot caller
Can tell by her aura she wanna shot caller

[French Montana - Verse 2]
Back on the scene, crispy and clean,
LV the logo even on the chain,
Dopey funny style with a funky funky child
I do it frenchy style I let the money pile
She aint wanna talk till she seen the top off
Call me pimp homicide let her jump off
Feel the texture ? webster
Stand on my own not who I stand next ya
Can I hit it in the morning (mornin’) fo sho I’ll be pimpin like a pro
All the bad bit#$^ know when the money hit the flo better pick it up
(pick it up pick it up pick it up)
French Montana French French Montana

[Chorus - Curren$y (x2)]
Shorty got potential I could be her sponsor
Met her back stage at a summer jam concert
Hair like Rihanna shoe game was awesome
Could tell by her aura she want a shot caller
Wanna be with a baller shot caller
Can tell by her aura she wanna shot caller
Wanna be with a baller shot caller
Can tell by her aura she wanna shot caller

Drake Lyrics Crew Love

Drake Lyrics Crew Love

"Drake Lyrics"

Drake Lyrics Crew Love

"Crew Love"
(feat. The Weeknd)

[The Weeknd]
Listen, listen, whoa, yeah, listen, ooooh
Take your nose off my keyboard
What you bothering me for?
There’s a room full of nigg!$!
What you following me for?
This ain’t no fu#%in sing-along
So girl, what you singing for?
It’s cause we blowing like a C4
Got my whole crew blowing like a C4
20, keep the bar rolling
Fake ID’s and the trash we going straight to the top
Rooftop close with a handful of girls and they all so foreign
Brain so poisoned, rainbows flowing
Light skinned chick first flight from Poland
A whole lot of friends first flight from Poland
A whole lot of cash first trip from Poland

[Hook]
Why? Cause they loving the crew, they loving the crew
They loving the crew
Oh, they loving the crew
Oh, they loving the crew
They loving the crew
They loving the crew
They loving the crew
Oooooh,

[Drake]
Smoking weed under star projectors
I guess we’ll never know what Harvard gets us
But seeing my family have it all
Took the place of that desire for diplomas on the wall
And really, I think I like who I’m becoming
There’s times where I might do it just to do it
Like it’s nothing
There’s times when I might blow like 50k on a vacation
For all my soldiers just to see the looks on all they faces
All it took was patience
I got a lot of friends to come up off the strip for me
The same ones that’ll come up off the hip for me
The realest nigg!$ say “your lyrics do sh#^ for me”
I told my story, it made history
Tell em I'mma need reservations for 20
I’ve never really been one for the preservation of money
Nah, I much rather spend it all while I’m breathing
That OVO and that XO is everything you believe in, I know

[Hook]
They lovin the crew
Oh, they lovin the crew
Oh, they lovin the crew
They lovin the crew
Ohhh, oh they lovin the crew
They lovin the crew
They lovin the crew
They lovin the crew
Whoa
Cause we blowin like a C4
Got my whole crew blowin like a C4

If we broadcast swag,
nigg! we the news in the city

Diggy Simmons LYRICS Oh Yeah

Diggy Simmons LYRICS Oh Yeah

"Diggy Simmons Lyrics"

Diggy Simmons LYRICS Oh Yeah

"Oh Yeah!"
(feat. Lupe Fiasco, Pharell)

[Intro - Lupe Fiasco]
Diggy, what's good man
It's your big brother, Lupe
Long time coming
It's like the future meets the future, the future
Ya heard
With some of that laid back light up some of that (?)
(?)
You know some of that make you wonder
Make you ponder
What's he on
Most likely what's beyond ya
It's a beautiful thing

[Verse 1 - Lupe Fiasco]
This gone a fine right
See it in my minds eye
Black man in a white man's world, blind sight!
Sweeter than (?) pies
Look how fast the time flies
Where you gonna be when the parties over and the wine dries
Yeah we got nine lives
But they got nine knives
We only get one chance and they get 9 tries
Tell you that dimes fly
Baby girls a fine price
All I see is money when I look inside this dimes eye
Life's a bitch I'll be rich if I make her cry
Tears of tissue turns to money if you let it dry
Increase my work if she get hurt
I'll make a fortune if she dies
Take her off of that machine
I'll benefit from her demise
Damn, that's how we are
Take a life then buy out the bar
So lets celebrate
Lets make a toast
To succeed in life just make a ghost

[Chorus - Diggy Simmons]
Oh yeah [repeated]
I got it like
They screaming like
I can't hear ya, louder
I got it like
They screaming like
Turn it up
Oh yeah
You hear the crowd
They want it now
I puts it down, oh yeah
Owooh oh yeah yeah
Owooh oh yeah yeah
Oh yeah oh yeah

[Verse 2 - Pharrell]
The one metatronic
Mind control's sonics
Davis and Shapira(?) if your tryna get me on it
Bitches miss me they on it
Haters just leave a comment
And if how I (?) make you sick of me. vomit
Let me finish my composite
As the game change it's interesting how odd the cards get
Such a random thing and so ironic
I used to oh yeah, trying to defy logic
Trying to be the birdy, Jay said it was too early
Just trying to tell you what's happening, Shirly
I use my gut when my vision gets murky
Help me, but thank you Lord at the same time Mercy
Excuse my french I guess I am not worthy
Quietly watch your number like your watch, observe me
Often misunderstood you often get me wrong
Y'all tryna get it in, I'm tryna get it on
Life is your wife that keep calling me saying you did it wrong
Life don't suck, suck life till her titty gone
You niggas mission wrong
Plus you misinformed
Hanging under assholes you get shitted on

[Chorus - Diggy Simmons]
Oh yeah [repeated]
I got it like
They screaming like
I can't hear ya, louder
I got it like
They screaming like
Turn it up
Oh yeah
You hear the crowd
They want it now
I puts it down, oh yeah
Owooh oh yeah yeah
Owooh oh yeah yeah
Oh yeah oh yeah

[Verse 3 - Diggy Simmons]
Uh, ahead of time, sometime like a pre-me
And I got the co-sign from the (?)
I don't see none of y'all, you see me
Y'all can't see me you Stevie
Blow up and I make it look easy
Yeah I'm so wack cause I'm on TV
If I am such an amateur, when I come around what you panic for?
Cause you know I'm hotter than a planets core
Hands are sore from writing ice
Colder than a winters lighting device
My clock is mantle and my timing's tight
I know you think Lupe's writing right
But I'm this nice, foolish thoughts
Got more class than a school is taught
You haters talk out your cheeks I call it (?)
I hold it down in the streets I rep that New York
Just a young-un that's doing his thing
So why are you distraught
I got you buster's so gusted
Cause I wasn't so much (?)
(?)
Don't watch me, watch the repeats
You ain't ready now I think I'm Big Meech!

[Chorus - Diggy Simmons]
Oh yeah [repeated]
I got it like
They screaming like
I can't hear ya, louder
I got it like
They screaming like
Turn it up
Oh yeah
You hear the crowd
They want it now
I puts it down, oh yeah
Owooh oh yeah yeah
Owooh oh yeah yeah
Oh yeah oh yeah

Chris Brown Lyrics Perfume

Chris Brown LYRICS - Perfume

"Chris Brown Lyrics"

Chris Brown Lyrics Perfume
"Perfume"
(feat. Rich Girl)

[Chris Brown]
I know you want me girl
You think about me in your mind, am I right? yeah
I think about you too
I'm feelin' right here deep inside, it's all right yeah

And you tellin' me things that you wanna do
And I got plans to do things too
You know I wonder why you took so long and made me have to wait
Tell me where we start

[Rich Girl]
Let's sit down i need to kill time
Sweep me off my feet after some wine
Slowly please undress me
I ain't even playin' when I say
We startin' now

[Chris Brown]
Round and round, up and down, up in this bed
I don't want you to forget

[Rich Girl]
Hope you remember my perfume, on you
After I

[Chris Brown]
Sex you down
One o'clock, two o'clock, three o'clock, four
Hope you come back for more

[Rich Girl]
Will you remember my perfume on you?
After I

[Chris Brown]
Sex you down

Tonight I'm pretty much ready

[Chris Brown and Rich Girl]
To do what you want me to
Do what you want me to

Tonight I'm pretty much ready

To do what you want me to
Do what you want me to yeah

[Chris Brown]
In the middle of the night when I call your phone
I love it when you tell me "come get it I'm alone"
'Cause you know I can go all night
Before i leave ima give you bragin rights

[Rich Girl]
Let's sit down and need to kill time
Sweep me off my feet after some wine
Slowly please undress me
I ain't even playin' when I say
We startin' now
[Chris Brown]
Round and round, Up and down, up in this bed
I don't want you to forget

[Rich Girl]
Hope you remember my perfume, on you
After I

[Chris Brown]
Sex you down
One o'clock, two o'clock, three o'clock, four
Hope you come back for more

[Rich Girl]
Will you remember my perfume on you?
After I

[Chris Brown]
Sex you down

We can do it all over the house
It's evidence from what we did on the couch

[Rich Girl]
It's on the counters in the kitchen
My love is what you missin'
And every pillow in this condolea down

[Chris Brown and Rich Girl]
Down on your body when you wake up

[Rich Girl]
So as my lip gloss and my makeup
You can see

[Chris Brown]
You cannot wait

[Rich Girl]
Don't wanna escape

[Chris Brown and Rich Girl]
Everytime we do

[Chris Brown]
Round and round, Up and down, up in this bed
I don't want you to forget

[Rich Girl]
Hope you remember my perfume, on you
After I

[Chris Brown]
Sex you down
One o'clock, two o'clock, three o'clock, four
Hope you come back for more

[Rich Girl]
Will you remember my perfume on you?
After I

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Sex you down

BoB Lyrics No Mans Land

B.o.B. LYRICS - No Mans Land
[Intro 2X: B.o.B.]
Well I live in a no man's land
I don't know where I'm going trying to gain a fan
I hold on to whatever I can
Because the deeper I go the quicker the sand

[Chorus: B.o.B]
Yeah, and everything, it all comes crashing down
And every day, it all comes back around
And every thing and every single cloud
Becomes the sea and it all comes crashing down
And in the midst of everything, I drown
As the sky above comes crashing down
And in the midst of everything, I drown
As the sky above comes crashing down

[Break: B.o.B]
Sweet dreams, I hold on to
Memories, I hold on to

[Verse 1: B.o.B]
I don't think they really, really understand
All the pain I feel just to make em jam
Now here I go, in the studio
Now can you feel my heart? Can you feel my soul?
That's they way that I think with every line
And I'm a be that deep til the day I die
So if you feel me now, sing one time
(Ooooohhhh)

[Verse 2: B.o.B]
The doc said I need to take these everyday
But I'd rather ride around in a Chevrolet
I don't wanna pray, I don't wanna meditate
I broke up with my girlfriend yesterday
If I wanted to, I can do anything
I could rap a verse, but I think I'd rather sing
Everything comes around like a boomerang
Boomerang, rang, boomerang, rang

[Chorus]

[Outro 8X: B.o.B]
I try to hold on, on to everything
Sweet memories, but that was yesterday

[Break - repeat 2X over the end of the outro]

Ace Hood Lyrics to Hustle Hard

Ace Hood LYRICS - Hustle Hard

"Ace Hood Lyrics"

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"Hustle Hard"

[Ace Hood:]
(Hustle, hustle, hustle, hustle)

[Chorus:]
Same old shi%, just a different day
Out here tryna get it, each and every way
Momma need a house
Baby need some shoes
Times are getting hard
Guess what I'm a do

Hustle, hustle, hustle, hard
Hustle, hustle, hustle, hard
Hustle, hustle, hustle, hard

Closed mouths don't get fed on this boulevard
Big bank in my pocket
Double up with my profit
See this shi% than I cop it
Gimme that there and than drop it
Homie, hold up with my mojo
Peep the whip and the logo
24's and they low pro
I bet she Fu$*ing, I know so
Nig%% ain't no doubt about it
Riding round with that rocket
Load it up and I cock it
Send bout a couple off in your nog
And hear them 808's and they knocking
Whole club and they rocking
Rose in them buckets
All my homies up in here vibing
Nig%% big shi% in my household
Real Nig%%s I die for
Creeping off in that Tahoe
All about de l'argent
Nig%% don't stop the party
We be getting gnarley
Old kimosabe homie's chiefing cause I'm Marley
This is the same old shi%

[Chorus]

[Swizz Beatz:]
I think I'm from Kingston, Jamaica homes
Cause I got 10 jah and 10 om's
I don't leave the crib without my chrome
I keep blowing up, like my mobile phone
Them L red bottoms, I designed em homes
I spiked them whole damn shoe for you assholes
I used to stunt my black card for my new broads
Now I just whip the four-door, oh my gosh
The [?] Aston, I did that too
Wait til we come with Matt reds and Matt Blues
I'm an empire, you a little boy
Got a Lamborghini, that's my son's toy
Where the flip did I get that paper
Shades on I can't see you haters
Taking off when I see you later
I-I-I hustle paper

[Chorus]

[Ace Hood:]
Okay now, all I know is hustle
Get it off the muscle
Block is my attire
Keep them sticks off in that cupboard Nig%%
I be going hard, biT$@ I'm going hard
I just hit the mall
You just swipe the card
I'm with a couple latin broads
I just do menage
Fu$* you other guys
Pus$$Y telling lies
Homie, free my Nig%% AG
Fu$* you Nig%%s pay me
Swagging in my saline
Two door coupe Mercedes
I am too much for you buster's
biT$@es I don't trust em
Fu$* em once, I Fu$* em
Lust em never love em
They won't play me for no sucker, play me for no paper
Make my biT$@es stomp her
Alpha zeta mega, better no-one really on it
Drive it, bet I own it
Money is involved, bet I know I'm on it
That's wording to my mother
Gotta get it one way or another
I put that on my brother
I'm out here on the come up

[Chorus]

2 Chainz Lyrics Turn Up

2 CHAINZ LYRICS - Turn Up

"2 Chainz Lyrics"

2 chainz lyrics

"Turn Up" (feat. Cap 1) Yeaaa Ok

[Hook:]
I Walked In then I turnt Up
Pockets Full Of Hunduds
Shawty Gotta Tan
Like She Come From Da Bahamas
I Do this All Night, Man I should wore pajamas
Eatin' these rappers like a school of pirañas

Walked In Then I Turn Up
In Then I Turn Up
Walked In then I turn Up
In then I turn Up
Walked In then I turn Up
In Then I Turn Up
Walked In then I turn Up
In-In Then I turn Up

[Verse 1: 2 Chainz]
I Walked Innnn, Then I Turn Up
Got The Benz Ridin Front Us
All My Friends On Da Come Up
I'm Like Damnn, These Nig#@$ Ain't A 100
Man I keep That Sh A 100
All This Blang Cost Me a 100

[Hook:]
I Walked In then I turnt Up
Pockets Full Of Hunduds
Shawty Gotta Tan
Like She Come From Da Bahamas
I Do this All Night, Man I should wore pajamas
Eatin' these rappers like a school of pirañas

Walked In Then I Turn Up
In Then I turn Up
Walked In then I turn Up
In then I turn Up
Walked In then I turn Up
In Then I Turn Up
Walked In then I turn Up
In-In Then I turn Up

[Verse 2: 2 Chainz]
I Got a Recipe For My Destiny
Southside Nig#@$ To the Left Of Me
Southside Nig#@$ To The Right of Mee
Um A Southside Nig#@$ To The Death Of Me
On Exstacy You Couldn't Fu$# WIth Me
Gettin Money is My Specialty
Got The Game On Lock
And I Got A MuthaFu$#in Extra keyy
Excellence is My Pedegree
Buy a Car And Seem Peddy To Her
And I Paint The Feet
Call That Sh*! a Pedicure
Nig#@$ on the Road Ain't Gettin No Money That's A Pediture
I Can Fu$# Yo Bit$#, And Act Like I Neva Knew Her
She The Sh$#, Um Manure
Umma Throw Pussy CounterSueHer
Keep It On The Low, So SomeTimes I Get Pussy On The Floor
I'm On Top, So Look Down Below
Told Ya'll Um Bout To Blow
Um BOut the Dough, I Count The dough
I Cash Out Then Um Out The Door

[Hook:]
I Walked In then I turnt Up
Pockets Full Of Hunduds
Shawty Gotta Tan
Like She Come From Da Bahamas
I Do this All Night, Man I should wore pajamas
Eatin' these rappers like a school of pirañas

Walked In Then I Turn Up
In Then I turn Up
Walked In then I turn Up
In then I turn Up
Walked In then I turn Up
In Then I Turn Up
Walked In then I turn Up
In-In Then I turn Up

[Verse 3: Cap 1]
I Walked Inn, Then I Turn Up
Then I set up ON they MuthaFu$#in Couch Roll The Weed With A Burner
Got A Bad Bit$# I Make Her My Liquor
She Got Her Girl With Her, She Don't That I Be Hittin Her
Red Bottom Shoes With They Spikes All On It
Pocket Full Of 100, Make All These Bit$#es All Want Me
I Be Movin Thru The City, 100 Nig#@$ Comin' With Me
On The ROad Of Riches It Was Some Bit$#es Takin Pictures
Roll A 3-5, Put Together 2 Swishers
Movin Like A Box Fu$#k Aroung And get Ya' Issue
Man Um Pourin' Up Lean, Got Me Drinkin Out the Pitcher
Walkin In, And I'm southside Coolin
Trueys On, They Gotta Fu$#k With My Movement
Southside Duffle Bag Nig#@ We Boomin'
Look At How I Do It, Tell That I'm Gettin It
Plug On Da Way, I Told ThatNig#@ 20 Minutes
Ridin Real Wheel Through The City Nig#@ Pimpin
First I Go The Fifths Then I'm Headed Up To Lenox
Spendin Big Bags, Man Um Runin Through A Check
Work Just In, Got A Pack In The Jack
Show You How To Move, Nig#@s Talkin Finess
Probably Cuff One Then Um Offin The Rest (Gone!)

[Hook:]
I Walked In then I turnt Up
Pockets Full Of Hunduds
Shawty Gotta Tan
Like She Come From Da Bahamas
I Do this All Night, Man I should wore pajamas
Eatin' these rappers like a school of pirañas

Walked In Then I Turn Up
In Then I turn Up
Walked In then I turn Up
In then I turn Up
Walked In then I turn Up
In Then I Turn Up
Walked In then I turn Up
In-In Then I turn Up

Diggy Simmons hottest up and coming rap artist

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Destined for Greatness: Diggy Simmons
With all eyes on the reality-TV star, Diggy became a necessity at clothing events around his city, mixing his style of youthful attire to land the support of major artist such as Kanye West.
The debut mixtape First Flight solidified his rap dreams and earned him a deal with Atlantic Records, officially following in his father's shell-toes as a major-label artist. Now, Diggy is readying debut album and certain to sky rocket in sales.

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