B.o.B So Hard To Breathe Lyrics

B.o.B So Hard To Breathe

BoB So Hard To Breathe Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Since day 1 I said fuck the fame and everything it dealt
But the fame is really here just to facilitate the wealth
But the wealth attracts you haters like you mosquitoes to a well
And the waters getting deeper so I’m well set out to sail
Someone called my cell and left a voicemail
That said congratulations on the million record sales
As I’m flipping over furniture knocking sh-t off the shelf
I told myself I’ll never get too deep not to take a breathe
But I’m sinking
[Hook]
And it’s so hard to breathe, yeah
And even more so to sleep when no one cares
It was all I can eat
But now I’m sinking
So deep, I can’t come up for air
[Verse 2]
Yeah I’ve seen the valley of the shadow of death
I’ve seen the mountains, the wild childhood
That’s why I sing about it
I just try to move on and keep my peace about it
But come to think about it I can’t even count the days that I’ve spent, starving tryna find some decent housing
That’s why I’m always smiling but on this beat I seem so violent
So ask me ’bout the music scene and what the f-ck I think about it
Time flies, I guess that’s why I’m bugging
Just yesterday I was rapping with my brother and my cousin
If you had the stove or toaster on you couldn’t use the oven
We knew that we were struggling, we just acted like we wasn’t
It’s either make it rappin’, if not that than hustlin’
So all I see is magazine covers in this game
You either surface or you plummet
It’s a thin line and I’m just tryna keep my head above it
Damn…
[Hook]
And it’s so hard to breathe
And even more so to sleep when no-one cares
It was all I can eat
But now I’m sinking, so deep, I can’t come up for air
[Bridge]
Air, I-I-I
I sink away, cause I sink away
I sink away
I sink away, I sink away
Get carried away, get carried away
[Hook]
And it’s so hard to breathe
And even more so to sleep when no-one cares
It was all I can eat
But now I’m sinking, so deep, I can’t come up for air
Damn, it’s never in the plans, but hey it’s a long way than beating pots and pans (x3)
But now I’m sinking, so deep, I can’t come up for air, air

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John Legend Tonight (Best You Ever Had) Lyrics

Tonight (Best You Ever Had) Lyrics John Legend

John Legend Tonight (Best You Ever Had) Lyrics
(Ft. Ludacris)

[Verse 1 : John Legend]
Ain't this what you came for?
Don't you wish you came, oh
Girl what you're playing for? ay
Come on, come on let me kiss that
Ooh, I know you miss that
What's wrong, let me fix that
Twist that

[Chorus]
Baby, tonight's the night I let you know
Baby, tonight's the night we lose control
Baby, tonight you need that, tonight believe that
Tonight I'll be the best you ever had
I don't wanna brag, but I'll be
The best you ever had
I don't wanna brag, but I'll be
The best you ever had

[Verse 2 : John Legend]
I hit you with the best throw,
Freestyle and the breast stroke
Til you blowing cigarette smoke
And now the bad's gone
So what we gon' do now
F-ck it, round two now
Work it out, then we cool down
Cool down

[Chorus]
Baby, tonight's the night I let you know
Baby, tonight's the night we lose control
Baby, tonight you need that, tonight believe that
Tonight I'll be the best you ever had
I don't wanna brag, but I'll be
The best you ever had
I don't wanna brag, but I'll be
The best you ever had

[Verse 3 : Ludacris]
Luda, Listen
You ain't even gotta text me
Knowing me and you got that mental telepathy
Me be up at the spot, I'll be sending over the chauffeur
Rich nigga bread, stay popping like a toaster
Nobody come close to me and you together
Step under my umbrella, we'll make it through any weather
Except when I make it storm, sex in the greatest form
And hibernate under my body
Yep I keep it warmer than a chinchilla
She know I beat it up like the thriller in Manila
Flying my private jet to villas in Anguilla
Than throw you on a grill
Cause seven days a week you're my 5 course meal
Foreal

[Chorus]
Baby, tonight's the night I let you know
Baby, tonight's the night we lose control
Baby, tonight you need that, tonight believe that
Tonight I'll be the best you ever had
I don't wanna brag, but I'll be
The best you ever had
I don't wanna brag, but I'll be
The best you ever had

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Jennifer Hudson Think Like A Man Lyrics

Think Like A Man Lyrics Jennifer Hudson

Jennifer Hudson Think Like A Man Lyrics
(Ft. Ne-Yo & Rick Ross)
[Intro]
But in love, love, love
You gotta act like a woman and think like a man

[Verse 1 : Jennifer Hudson]
Why you call me your dream bed
And foolish of me I believe that
You said every king needs his queen babe
That’s why you needed me baby
Right in between lost and love
You go and mess things up
Now there’s no we babe
There’s just you and there’s me baby
There was us, there was trust
There was happen and change, I know
Silly you, silly me, silly us, what I’ve wait

[Chorus]
But in love, love, love
You gotta act like a woman and think like a man
But in love, love, love
You gotta act like a woman and think like a man

[Verse 2 : Ne-Yo]
Now I’m gonna keep it realer with you now that I ever been
Wish we would never been, girl we was better friends
You didn’t had to tell me, what went right and when
Um why I didn’t need it,
Cause you wasn’t my girlfriend, we had a good thing
You were a combining hitting, ooh give me that good thang
Then after we were finished,
You go your way, I go my way, it was whatever
Tell me what ever happens
Think this wanna gonna be better
And now I’m telling you lies,
All because I hate to see the tears in your eyes
Of course I want my cake, and needed too, I’m a guy
And of course, you don’t understand,
But you would if you thought like a man in love

[Chorus]
But in love, love, love
You gotta act like a woman and think like a man
But in love, love, love
You gotta act like a woman and think like a man

[Verse 3 : Rick Ross]
Time cost money and it’s so expensive
Versace, lenny got these women blowing kisses
Leaning on my auto, she’s so photogenic
Can I take a picture, she’s my Mona Lisa
Living like a princess in a fairy tale
You know them people up in barney show and tell
Bentley black and not a ninja see no poney tail
5 karat yellow diamond you don’t know me well
Penthouse, set the drunks, it don’t call and sell
She called the night at twom I had to call the cab
You don’t understand it’s altitude I’m balling at
I’m at the game on the wood where the owner at

[Bridge]
Soldiers from ’bout the same,
Boy you tell me everything
Yeah you show me how you think,
You’re the only one to blame
It’s such a shame,
Yeah should lost the game you tell me how to play

[Chorus]
In love, love, love
You gotta act like a woman, and think like a man
But in love, love, love
You gotta act like a woman and think like a man
Act like a woman, act like a woman
Gotta act like a woman

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Chris Brown Turn Up The Music Lyrics

Chris Brown Turn Up The Music Lyrics

Chris Brown Turn Up The Music Lyrics

Turn up the music, cause this song just came on
Turn up the music, if they try to turn us down
Turn up the music, can I hear it till the speakers blow
Turn up the music, fill your cup and drink it down

If you're sexy and you know it put your hands up in the air
Put your hands up in the air, girl, put your hands up
If you're sexy and you know it put your hands up in the air
Put your hands up in the air, girl, put your hands up

Turn up the music, just turn it up loud
Turn up the music, I need it in my life, yeah
Turn up the music, just turn it up loud
Turn up the music, I need it in my life, yeah

Oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh
Turn up the music
Oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh
Turn up the music

Turn up the music

Tu-turn up the...

Turn up the music cause the sun just came up
Turn up the music, if they try to turn us down
Turn up the music, cause I'm trying to hear the speakers blow
Turn up the music, fill your cup and drink it down

If you're sexy and you know it put your hands up in the air
Put your hands up in the air, girl, put your hands up
If you're sexy and you know it put your hands up in the air
Put your hands up in the air, girl, put your hands up
And Turn up the music, just turn it up loud

Turn up the music, I need it in my life, yeah
Turn up the music, just turn it up loud
Turn up the music, I need it in my life, yeah

Oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh
Turn up the music
Oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh

Save my life, all I wanna do is party
So DJ turn it up
Girl, dance with me, just dance with me
Girl can I see that, I really wanna touch that
Maybe can I beat that (don't stop the)
Turn it up (just dance with me)
Turn it up (just dance with me)
Turn it up (just dance with me)
Turn it up (just dance with me)
Turn it up (just dance with me)
Turn it up (just dance with me)
Turn it up (just dance with me)
Turn it up

Turn up the music, just turn it up loud
Turn up the music, I need it in my life, yeah
Turn up the music, just turn it up loud
Turn up the music, I need it in my life, yeah

Oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh
Can you turn it up, girl
Oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh

Can you turn it up, baby
Turn it up (just dance with me)
Turn it up (just dance with me)
Turn it up (just dance with me)
Turn it up (just dance with me)
Turn it up (just dance with me)
Turn it up (just dance with me)
Turn it up (just dance with me)
Turn it up

Turn up the music

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Die Antwoord U Make A Ninja Wanna F-ck Lyrics

Die Antwoord U Make A Ninja Wanna Fuck Lyrics

Die Antwoord U Make A Ninja Wanna Fuck Lyrics
[Intro]
Hello baby, you're beautiful
I love you
What's your name?
[Hook:]
B!tch you make a Ninja wanna f-ck b!tch
U make a Ninja wanna f-ck b!tch b!tch
U make a Ninja wanna fuck b!tch
U make a Ninja wanna f-ck
You know what I'm sayin
I give a f-ck I'm animal
My..clap a ball
Back stages boom then..
..mother f-cker can't stand a ..
From a .. don't mean a..
.. in backs stage..then blosses
I'm living..for the fan goes
Slang me but the good shot
Let me see the..f-ck a shit..
You could a ..five hotel
Simple..666 b!tch
[Hook:]
B!tch you make a Ninja wanna f-ck b!tch
U make a Ninja wanna f-ck b!tch b!tch
U make a Ninja wanna fuck b!tch
U make a Ninja wanna f-ck
You know what I'm sayin
Can't stop with ..your hand
It's ..plan my ..
Pop corn..party the.. party in the
..stop friends the..
F-ckin bear..triple..
You look pretty b!tch
[Hook:]
B!tch you make a Ninja wanna f-ck b!tch
U make a Ninja wanna f-ck b!tch b!tch
U make a Ninja wanna fuck b!tch
U make a Ninja wanna f-ck
You know what I'm sayin
Muck my chess, muck my chess, muck my muck my chess
Muck my chess, muck my chess, muck my muck my chess
Muck my chess, muck my chess, muck my muck my chess
I think we're alone now it doesn't seem to be
...f-ck that cake
..slut my long..Ninja Ninja
muck my chess, muck my chess, muck my muck my chess
muck my chess, muck my chess, muck my muck my chess
muck my chess, muck my chess, muck my muck my chess [x2]
[Hook:]
B!tch you make a Ninja wanna f-ck b!tch
U make a Ninja wanna f-ck b!tch b!tch
U make a Ninja wanna fuck b!tch
U make a Ninja wanna f-ck
You know what I'm sayin

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Die Antwoord I Fink U Freeky Lyrics

Die Antwoord I Fink U Freeky Lyrics

Die Antwoord I Fink U Freeky Lyrics

Sexy boys, fancy boys
Playboys, bad boys
I think you're freaky and I like you a lot
I think you're freaky and I like you a lot
I think you're freaky and I like you a lot
I think you're freaky and I like you a lot

Mother f-ckers get boss ...
Guess who's got the party jumpin'?
... you f-cked the system!
My system bumps...
Skip it to my world, now...
..you go to Jesus.
..these bad boys like to smack me in the...
..bumping you're facing on
You f-cked the...
So who the f-ck is ...

[Chorus:]
I think you're freaky and I like you a lot
I think you're freaky and I like you a lot
I think you're freaky and I like you a lot
I think you're freaky and I like you a lot
I think you're freaky and I like you a lot
I think you're freaky and I like you a lot
I think you're freaky and I like you a lot
I think you're freaky and I like you a lot

Hold up – whoa – whoa – wait a minute – minute – Jesus Christ
Your mom and DJ Hi-Tek shit this mother f-cker be this nice...
Back in the day of them twankies...
Still They didn't wanna believe in us.
Little did they know that they was in for a mother f-cking big surprise.
Left on locked in my Zef Zone.
Ready for it dis tho...
What the f-ck, I guess so...
What a f-ck, heads get blown.
But everything will be free like Dr. Dre Beats head phones
When I get home, my... is on my... phone
Make momma happy cause I get so brave
... Techno rave
I can take you around the world, let's go wave
When I step up and do my thing
I put you in the throne...
F-ck what you think, I do what I want
I can make a million little mother f-ckers jump

Jump mother f-cker
Jump mother f-cker jump
Jump mother f-cker
Jump mother f-cker jump
Jump mother f-cker
Jump mother f-cker jump
Jump mother f-cker
Jump mother f-cker jump
We will increase the beat... at the party
We'll pop the joy off for everybody...

[Chorus:]
I think you're freaky and I like you a lot
I think you're freaky and I like you a lot
I think you're freaky and I like you a lot
I think you're freaky and I like you a lot
I think you're freaky and I like you a lot
I think you're freaky and I like you a lot
I think you're freaky and I like you a lot
I think you're freaky and I like you a lot

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Die Antwoord Fok Julle Naaiers Lyrics

Die Antwoord Fok Julle Naaiers Lyrics

Die Antwoord Fok Julle Naaiers Lyrics
[Verse 1: Yolandi Vi$$er]
Yo-Landi Fokken Vi$$er all up in da place (f-ckin)
Hosh pagamisa! Raak fokken wys (word to the streets, wize up)
F-ck crime, these days rhyme f-ckin pays
Fan myself wif a milli while I laugh in your face (A million fokken dollars)

[Hook: Yolandi Vi$$er]
Fok julle naaiers, fok julle naaiers (f-ck all y'all)
Fok julle, fok julle, fok julle naaiers
Fok julle naaiers, Fok julle naaiers
Fok julle, fok julle, fok julle naaiers

[Verse 2: Ninja]
All my f-ckin life I lived a normal f-ckin life
Till I went and got myself caught up wif da mic
And da beats coming dope wif da rhymes and da flows
In real life trying to cope wif da highs and da lows
I got sick and tired of getting treated like a stupid f-ck-up
So I f-cked my enemies up 1 time and blew da f-ck up
Before it was like yo: Who's this stupid weirdo?
Now it's like: It's a new breed of rap superhero
To defeat these devils Ninja becomes a devil
These God forsaken wretches will never be on my level
Wies JY? F-ck you and your hole krew (Who are you?)
I got you stressing double guessing cuz I won't do what I'm supposed to
I don't know you, Baby say hello to
My little 2 friends: "I'm telling you and I told you"
What? Try to speak but your tongues frozen (What?)
In Souf Afrika I sleep wif both my eyes open

[Hook]
Fok julle naaiers, fok julle naaiers (f-ck all y'all)
Fok julle, fok julle, fok julle naaiers
Fok julle naaiers, Fok julle naaiers
Fok julle, fok julle, fok julle naaiers

[Verse 3: Ninja]
Muddafukkaz tell me to slow my roll but sorry no can do
My style iz so brand new, I try to make you understand it
I'm here to steal da f-ckin show coz baby I'm a bandit
Now you standing looking at me like da alienz have landed
All hail da great white Ninja
Every poes wif a fone wants to take my picture (cunt)
Ninja! Jas I dig dat Oke! (Jeez I love that guy)
Is it real? No it's just a big black joke
When dealing wif an idiot dere's really nuffing you ca say
Next time you ask me "Iz it real?" I'm gonna punch you in da face
To help you feel me, b!tch I get paid to be funky
But be nice or I'm gonna change to be ugly
I'm Zef like a young Hugh Hef, Oh yes
May my enemies live long so they may see me progress
Put da peddle to da metal and I'm scorching my tirez
Middle finger in da air ja fok julle naaiers

[Hook]
Fok julle naaiers, fok julle naaiers (f-ck all y'all)
Fok julle, fok julle, fok julle naaiers
Fok julle naaiers, Fok julle naaiers
Fok julle, fok julle, fok julle naaiers

[Verse 1 repeat]
Yo-Landi Fokken Vi$$er all up in da place (f-ckin)
Hosh pagamisa! Raak fokken wys (word to the streets, wize up)
F-ck crime, these days rhyme f-ckin pays
Fan myself wif a milli while I laugh in your face (A million fokken dollars)

[Ninja]
Yo DJ HI-TEK Where you at my nigga?

[Verse 4: DJ Hi-Tek]
DJ Hi-tek will f-ck you in da ass
DJ Hi-tek will f-ck you in da ass
DJ Hi-tek will f-ck you in da ass
F-ck you in da ass, You punk ass white boy
DJ Hi-tek will f-ck you in da ass
DJ Hi-tek will f-ck you in da ass
DJ Hi-tek will f-ck you in da ass
F-ck you in da ass, You punk ass white boy
DJ Hi-Tek Yo, you can't touch me fagot
You not man enough
DJ Hi-Tek Yo, you can't touch me fagot
uh, I'll f-ck you in da ass
Dj Hi-Tek will eat your asshole alive you b!tch

F-ck you ho!
DJ Hi-Tek will eat your asshole
I'll f-ck you in front of everybody b!tch
Look at you, you scared, look at you, you scared now ho!
Uh, you scared of da real man!
Look at you, you scared! It's DJ Hi-Tek b!tch
I'll f-ck you till you love me faggot
I'll f-ck you till you love me, f-ck you till you love me
F-ck you till you, f-ck you till you, f-ck you till you love
I'll f-ck you till you love me, f-ck you till you love me
You won't last 2 minutes in my world b!tch

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Die Antwoord Never Le Nkemise 1 Lyrics

Die Antwoord Never Le Nkemise 1 Lyrics

Die Antwoord Never Le Nkemise 1 Lyrics
[Intro]
Never Le Nkemise [x3]
?

[Hook]
I'm indestructible, gangster number one
Play now cry later
The harder they come, the harder they fall
Hos, you can't stop me
You can try, but you won't survive
Cause I'm a muthaf-ckin' Ninja

Zef Side Represent, you f-ckin' with the best
Ninja the fed kapper
Y'all naaiers
Clit f-cker
Dungeon dungeon d-d-dungeon
Looks like I'm gonna need my
click click
that black lock nine millimeter
Every day's like bulletproof vest time
When you're rollin' through the muthaf-ckin Zef Side
And now we don't stop at the roadblocks
In the day look around three-sixty degrees
If you bustin' the muthaf-ckin' doughnut
I'm not even trusting a roadblock
I'll pigs bust caps in the back, of your head
Bang, now you're dead
Whatcha gonna do, huh?
Maybe go run tell Zuma?
He doesn't give a f-ck
That's why we keep it muthaf-ckin' gangsta
I'm not scared of you
But you muthaf-ckin' scared of me
Yeah, the Ninja has become the enemy

[Hook]
I'm indestructible, gangster number one
Played now cry later
The harder they come, the harder they fall
Hos, you can't stop me
You can try, but you won't survive
Cause I'm a muthaf-ckin' Ninja
If you don't like funerals, don't kick sand in a Ninja's face

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Die Antwoord Fatty Boom Boom Lyrics

Die Antwoord Fatty Boom Boom Lyrics

Die Antwoord Fatty Boom Boom Lyrics

Yo, Hi-Tek, you think you could f-ck with something like this?
Don't you mean something like this?
Yeah, that's perf. Yo-Landi, do that thing.

[Chorus x2]
Yeah fatty boom boom, hit me with the ching ching
Now I fucking ting ting, ... twinkling
Just a piece of junkie, Let's not get too funky
Wo-o-oh

When I'm on the mike it's like murder murder murder!
Kill kill kill!
... South Africa...
... like a smack in the face
...
What happened to all the cool rappers from back in the day?
Now all these rappers sound exactly the same
It's like one big inbred fuck-fest
No, I do not want to stop, collaborate or listen

Jimmy, Jimmy, Jimmy come and do your ching
I'm takin' over America, blowin' up everything
Physical everything the Ninja, very energetic
If you haven't got it by now, then you're never gonna get it
I whip my d!ck out and...
Got an offshore account for dollar bills in a stack
Fuck rap
I'm siding with China... like the first time I ejaculated

[Chorus x2]
Yeah fatty boom boom, hit me with the ching ching
Now I fucking ting ting, ... twinkling
Just a piece of junkie, let's not get too funky
Wo-o-oh

Hi! My name is Yo-Landi fuckin' Vi$$er
Fight fight fight!
Kick you in the teeth, hit you on the head with the mic
There's a rumble in the jungle...
I'm not looking for trouble but trouble's looking for me
...
Suddenly you're interested 'cos we're blowing up overseas
Make you money money money
Yes yes yes
Zef side represent
You're fuckin' with the best

I'm a upper
... like a sucker
Yippie-kai-ay motherfucker!

I'm a big deal...
Now I'm having so much fun I can't even go to sleep

Yo-Landi!
What?
Where you at?
Here I am!

Sweating out poetics like bam bam bam!

[Chorus x2]
Yeah fatty boom boom, hit me with the ching ching
Now I fucking ting ting, ... twinkling
Just a piece of junkie, let's not get too funky
Wo-o-oh

We keep it lekker lekker lekker, zef zef zef
Spend all my fuckin' money til' there's nothing left
I'm a fat cat, keep the change I don't need a slip
... fat sack of dagga I'm smoking a spliff
... throwing a fit
'Round the corner... Tokyo drift

My daddy told me there's a lot of fish in the sea
There's just a lotta motherfuckin' bitches and weed

Ja, dagga dagga dagga, puff puff puff
Bring the beat back Hi-Tek!
Make it rough
We drop the... beats that make you shut the fuck up and dance
We drop the... beats so good you're fuckin' stuck in a trance
In the overseas they like to say you're stuck in a trance
We drop the type of beats that make you fuckin' cum in your pants

Pass it to the left

[Chorus x3]
Yeah fatty boom boom, hit me with the ching ching
Now I fucking ting ting, ... twinkling
Just a piece of junkie, let's not get too funky
Wo-o-oh

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Wiz Khalifa My Favorite Song Lyrics

Wiz Khalifa My Favorite Song Lyrics

Wiz Khalifa My Favorite Song Lyrics
(Ft. Juicy J)

[Hook:]
When this song come on, I'm spending money
Play something I can spend some money too
When this song come on, I'm spending money
Play something I can spend some money too

[Verse 1: Wiz Khalifa]
Highly faded, but I'm highly paid so I just live my life
That shit you niggas tryna do, I guarantee I did it twice
They say life's a gamble, hit my joint and roll the dice
When you living this high, you can't be afraid of heights
Book my flight to Vegas, Will, 20 thou- to stay the night
Another 10 on champagne, my money long, I pay the price
Tired of niggas saying they in my gang cause dog, we ain't alike
I'm throwing money, when I walk up in this bitch, they know it's money
Money in my arms, other table full of money
Pocket full of joints I rolled, dropping ashes on my clothes
Balling super hard, smoking 'til I overdose
Hardly ever sober, bitch we party 'til it's over

[Hook]
When this song come on, I'm spending money
Play something I can spend some money too
When this song come on, I'm spending money
Play something I can spend some money too

[Verse 2: Wiz Khalifa]
Niggas always hating on me, talking bout I'm balling too
Get your money up and quit your hating's what you oughta do
I been going hard since I was young when I was in my teens
I knew when I got older I'd be on, so now I'm doing my thing
Spending money, popping hella bottles, making niggas mad
Going places, rolling J's, I live the life you wish you had
Throwing out dollars bills, putting shit on my tab
Got a joint full of that OG, got a clique full of them OGs

[Verse 3: Juicy J & Wiz Khalifa]
Trippy nigga hit the club, you know I be f-cked up
Chasing after model chicks, tryna get my f-cks up
Niggas handcuffing hoes, but them niggas know what's up
Y'all came to the club together, but that ho gon' leave with us
Break out the blue dream, e'rybody rolling up
Where the lean? Where the cups? Ho, it's time to po' it up
Tell the owner we ain't leavin', we gon' buy the whole club
(Now my dollars to the ceiling, and my card ain't got no limit)

[Hook]
When this song come on, I'm spending money
Play something I can spend some money too
When this song come on, I'm spending money
Play something I can spend some money too

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Mindless Behavior Valentines Girl Lyrics

Mindless Behavior Valentines Girl Lyrics

Mindless Behavior Valentines Girl Lyrics
Ayo rock, tell her how you feel man

Look, hey girl
Every time I see you I lose my mind
It’s why I behave mindless all the time
Yeah you fine, girl you’re mine, right?
Doctor Vie, how you do it?
Keep me up at night
Where you stay, what’s your favorite food
What do you like to do girl,
I wanna get to know you
Somehow, someway, sometime, someday
Matter fact, let’s talk again

Doesn’t even notice me
But I knew deep down in my heart
This is where she’s supposed to be
And I swear that I won’t stop
Until I make her see
That I’m her BF for sure
I’m gonna let her know
This is what I’m gonna do

[Chorus]
I’ll buy a box full of chocolates for you girl
For you girl, for you
I got some roses and a love letter
That says I adore you
And it says: “Will you be my valentine’s girl?”
Valentine’s girl
Will you be?

I just wanna know you
If only you could see things like I do
Cause you stay in my dreams
I always think about you
And I will be yours for sure
I had to let you know
This is what I got for you

[Chorus]
I’ll buy a box full of chocolates for you girl
For you girl, for you
I got some roses and a love letter
That says I adore you
And it says: “Will you be my valentine’s girl?”
Valentine’s girl
Will you be?

I ain’t tryin’ to act like I’m ready for a relay sun shit
But you should be my vday
One girl is all I need
And nothing more
And I’m talking to you
So what’cha waiting for?
Come here
Somethin’ was happening
Like you just crying
Wanna make you smile
I love it when I see you laughing
We could have good times
Lets subtract all the haters
Ad me, no big one

[Chorus x2]
I’ll buy a box full of chocolates for you girl
For you girl, for you
I got some roses and a love letter
That says I adore you
And it says: “Will you be my valentine’s girl?”
Valentine’s girl,
Will you be?

Will you be x5

My valentine's girl

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Kendrick Lamar Cartoon & Cereal Lyrics

Kendrick Lamar Cartoon & Cereal Lyrics

Kendrick

[Intro]
Now I was raised
In a sandbox
Next to you and her
You was holding the handgun
She was giving birth
To a baby boy to be just like you
I wonder what's that worth
I wonder if you ever knew you was a role model to me first
The next day
I woke up in the morning seeing you on the news
Look up in the mirror
Realized I had something to prove
You told me "Don't be like me, just finish watching cartoons"
Which is funny now cause all I see is Wile E. Coyotes in the room (ironic)

[Hook]
Bow Bow Bow Bow(ironic)
Salt all in my wounds
Hear my tears all in my tomb
Let my life loose in this booth
Just for you, mothaf-cka, hope y'all amused
Bow Bow Bow Bow (ironic)

[Verse 1: Kendrick Lamar]
This shit make a nigga just wanna ride
Reminisce when I had the morning appetite
Apple Jacks, had nothing that I needed to be tied (?)
And the maniac the only thing that gave me piece of mind
I'm a maniac where ambulance and enemies allied (?)
Tell a story that I never glow at twenty-five
Not to worry, every warrior will come and see you fully
Young, that's a covenant I put on every tribe
Ain't nobody gonna tie your shoe
Nobody grew up by (by) your rule
Nobody horn your gun, how come, your tongue say killa then kill my mood
Life speed living in the world you know
Lit up a whole leaf, feeling like a live wire
Bet I put some new tires on a lighting bolt
Til' I wreck into a pole, like a right to vote
I am from the bottom of the jungle
Living in the bottom of the food chain
When you get a new chain, nigga take it from you
A new Dame, one stripe, and you a zebra look alike
Hope another homicide don't numb you a nun
Do things we'll never learn soon
And the error where we wanna earn soon
That's an error, you can smell it in the air
Everybody really doom
That's why I backed on you mothaf-ckas
All yall can suck my d!ck
All them days that the county buildings
I'm bout to make my momma rich
Cartoons and (cereal)
I ain't felt this (good since)
School mixed up (here we go)
Elementary hood shit

[Intro]
Now I was raised
In a sandbox
Next to you and her
You was holding the handgun
She was giving birth
To a baby boy to be just like you
I wonder what's that worth
I wonder if you ever knew you was a role model to me first
The next day
I woke up in the morning seeing you on the news
Look up in the mirror
Realized I had something to prove
You told me "Don't be like me, just finish watching cartoons"
Which is funny now cause all I see is Wile E. Coyotes in the room (ironic)

[Hook]
Bow Bow Bow Bow (ironic)
Salt all in my wounds
Hear my tears all in my tomb
Let my life loose in this booth
Just for you, mothaf-cka, hope y'all amused
Bow Bow Bow Bow (ironic)

[Verse 2: Kendrick Lamar]
This shit make a nigga just wanna shit on everybody
Even with a pot to piss in
I'mma aim sloppy at a loud mouth, discharge
Dismiss any business of yours
Discounts never did amount to a check
That ya ass couldn't cash when the shit bounce
Everything dismounts, niggas gone flip that car
AKs for the whole hood
House lit went down perfect
Two shots to the head he deserved it
Overheard it hit my bed with a bowl and remote control
Dark winged up, lost service
Mama said I'd better duck, she's nervous
Drama hauled in the clutch, hit the curtains
I mean don't intervene with no drum machine
This block stay jerking, the feds stay lurkin'
Emerging on everbody corner (dash for it)
Get a toe tac, when you play tac with a task of a new (task force)
Everybody wanna know my life
How did I make it (past yours)
Well let me tell you like this
I've been running this shit since (I asked for it)
Cartoons and cereal

[Intro]
Now I was raised
In a sandbox
Next to you and her
You was holding the handgun
She was giving birth
To a baby boy to be just like you
I wonder what's that worth
I wonder if you ever knew you was a role model to me first
The next day
I woke up in the morning seeing you on the news
Look up in the mirror
Realized I had something to prove
You told me "Don't be like me, just finish watching cartoons"
Which is funny now cause all I see is Wile E. Coyotes in the room (ironic)

[Gunplay]
Salt all in my wounds
Hear my tears all in my tunes
Let my life loose in this booth just for you
Muf-cka hope y'all amused!
I did wrong, karma came
Crackers gave me ball and chain
Friends, enemies all the same
State, fed, both can hang
Nobody can mute me, but I never said nobody can shoot me
Just another stat to the white folks
Still whip work to the white yolk, absolutely!
Everyday feel like the one before
Hunt the money, don't hunt the ho
If you do what you always done
Then you get what you always got
You number fools!
I ain't seen the back of my eyelids
For about the past 72 hours
Hand on my heart, face to the hood
I pledge every word you heard was honest
Yeah this me, no mic
No cameras, no lights, just pain
Mama how much trauma cannot sustain?
Dirty money come with lots of stains
Road to riches come with lots of lames
Just another player with lots of game
Never had shit got lots of game
Just another player with lots of game..


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Chris Brown Touch Me Like U Touchin Urself Lyrics

Chris Brown Touch Me Like U Touchin Urself Lyrics

Chris Brown Touch Me Like U Touchin Urself Lyrics
(Ft. Se7en)

I don't appreciate your scent or your kiss
But I girl I love it
Any time there's a time,
You give me one of the greatest gifts
I want you to

I want you to love me
Like you never loved nobody else
And I want you to touch me
Like you were touching yourself

So baby come over (I'm on my way girl)
If you take your time
You can love me right (Gonna love it, uh-huh, set the time girl)
If you want me to slow it down
(I do, do you, I will, will you, I will)
And while you do the deal, try not to make a sound

Girl, it's okay, cause I want you to feel me, yeah
Cause your daddy's girl, I'mma show you how to love,
How to love me girl

So lay down right there
So you can hold my head
While I'm kissing on your thighs
Girl I just need it one more time

I want you to love me
Like you never loved nobody else (can you do me girl)
And I want you to touch me
Like you were touching yourself

And as I look into your eyes
Your body screaming for my love
No fear, just me,
And as you feel me inside
My passion fits like a glove
No more fear, just you and me

I want you to love me
Like you never loved nobody else
And I want you to touch me
Like you were touching yourself

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Rick Ross I Swear To God Lyrics

Rick Ross Lyrics I Swear To God

Rick Ross Lyrics I Swear To God

[Intro]
Watch the real niggas celebrate
All the real niggas selling weight
Watch the real niggas celebrate

[Hook]
I swear to God, that’s on my kids
Every day that I’m alive, I gotta live
For every gangster ever died or did a bid
Where I’m from, when niggas ride, they kill it quick
Flipping bricks, counting money, so repetitious
Highly decorated gangster, so keep a distance
Swear to God, that’s on my kids, better mind your business
Five grand’ll get you killed, what’s a life sentence?
Life sentence, huh!

[Verse 1]
I’m paranoid cause I’m in the Porsche
In the projects, sitting on a brick of boy
I swear to God, this d!ck could change your life
So grab your bags, it’s time to catch a flight
I levitate on all these p-ssy niggas
I never hate on all these p-ssy niggas
My tax bracket on some other shit
I could put you on that mothership

[Hook]
I swear to God, that’s on my kids
Every day that I’m alive, I gotta live
For every gangster ever died or did a bid
Where I’m from, when niggas ride, they kill it quick
Flipping bricks, counting money, so repetitious
Highly decorated gangster, so keep a distance
Swear to God, that’s on my kids, better mind your business
Five grand’ll get you killed, what’s a life sentence?
Life sentence, huh!

[Verse 2]
Start winning, niggas wanna whisper in the dark
Spray the driver’s side window when the Lincoln park
I think these niggas out here reading lips
Salty, we the only niggas eating chips
Gotta separate from all these p-ssy niggas
You could never hesitate and you’s a p-ssy, nigga
We started off dead broke
Now I got forty million in a f-cking yoke
I got four million in my boat
All jokes aside, a few million in my ho
Double M, know the G’s, nigga
On Colombia, sipping mojitos with leaves, nigga

[Hook]
I swear to God, that’s on my kids
Every day that I’m alive, I gotta live
For every gangster ever died or did a bid
Where I’m from, when niggas ride, they kill it quick
Flipping bricks, counting money — so repetitious
Highly decorated gangster, so keep a distance
Swear to God, that’s on my kids, better mind your business
Five grand’ll get you killed, what’s a life sentence?
Life sentence, huh!

[Verse 3]
Rose-gold Jesus, rose-gold watch
All-black Ghost, all-black Glock
Three new flows, that’s off top
All white squares, the city on lock
I swear to God, I need a hundred m’s
Til the day I die, I plan to represent
Hold your heads high, we had a nice run
Let the bankers know we have just begun
I broke the mold, my total assets
Will get you assholes left in the past tense
I broke the mold in every aspect
I’ll get you assholes left in the past tense

[Hook]
I swear to God, that’s on my kids
Every day that I’m alive, I gotta live
For every gangster ever died or did a bid
Where I’m from, when niggas ride, they kill it quick
Flipping bricks, counting money — so repetitious
Highly decorated gangster, so keep a distance
Swear to God, that’s on my kids, better mind your business
Five grand’ll get you killed, what’s a life sentence?
Life sentence, huh!

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Drake The Ride Lyrics

Drake Lyrics The Ride

Drake The Ride Lyrics
[Intro]
I hate when people say they feel me man, I hate that shit.
It'll be a long time before y'all feel me, if ever

[1st Verse]
You won't feel me til everybody say they love you, but it's not love
And your suit is Oxblood and your girl f-ckin' hates you and your friends faded off shots of
What you ordered than forget about the game you on top of
Your famous girlfriend ass gettin' thicker than the plot does
And when you forget it, that's when she pop up
And you got a drop but you ride around with the top up
I get 3 SUV's for niggas dressed like refugees
And deal with the questions about all your excessive needs
And you do dinners at French Laundry and Napa Valley
Scallops and glasses of Dolce, that shit right up your alley
You see a girl and you ask about her
Bitches smiling at ya, it must be happy hour
They put the cloth across your lap soon as you sat down
It's feeling like you on every place you choosing to be at now
Walking through airport security with your hat down
'Stead of gettin' a pat down, they just keep on saying that they feel ya nigga
Yeah,
It's been too long
Been way too long

[Hook - The Weeknd]
I'm faded too long, oooh
Still I'm Faded too long, ooooh
Still I've been faded too long
I feel like I'm faded too long
The ride

[2nd Verse : Drake]
You wont feel me til you want it so bad you tell yourself you're in it
And tell the World around you that your paper work is finished
And steal your mothers debit cards so you maintain an image
And ride around in overpriced rental cars that ain't tinted
You need a minute, you got it
You know its real when your latest nights are your greatest nights
The sun is up when you get home, that's just a way of life
Apartment 1503, some couches and paintings
When you record with 2 others that want the same things
Yeah, it start to feel better than home feels
And so you up there every night you swear you getting close
That champagne money was for gas and phone bills
But shit you bout to spend it on what matters most
You drop a couple songs and hopes that you can beat a nigga
And come out every night to let the city see the nigga
Telling stories that nobody relate to
And even though they hate you they just keep on telling you they feel ya nigga

[Hook - The Weeknd]
I'm faded too long, oooh
Still I'm Faded too long, ooooh
Still I've been faded too long
I feel like I'm faded too long
The ride

[3rd Verse : Drake]
I haven't been inside terminal 1 and 3 in so long
I'm driving right up to it now, make sure you got your coat on
That runway can be cold especially after summers rolled on
And all you knew is alcohol and city lights and slow songs
Performance out the years, got you asking whats good at home
Whats good at home?
The same hoes are still at it, I shoulda known
My young niggas poppin' M's and sippin' dirty jones
Problem children that all be reppin' Octobers Own
Brand new girl, and she still growing
Brand new titties, stitches still showing
Yeah and she just praying that the heels good
I'm bout to f-ck and I'm just praying that it feels good
I really don't know much but shit I know a secret
They say more money more problems, my nigga don't believe it
I mean sure there's some bills and taxes I'm still evading
But I blew 6 million on my self and I feel amazing
Young money maker, season ticket holder
Season switching over
I come through them bitches still scorching as if I didn't notice
You niggas gettin' older, these niggas
that couldn't f-ck with my freshman flow
Look at that f-cking chip on your nephews shoulder
My sophomore they was all for it, they all saw it
My Juniors and senior will only get meaner
Take Care nigga

[Hook]
I'm faded too long, oooh
Still I'm Faded too long, ooooh
Still I've been faded too long
I feel like I'm faded too long
The ride

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Common Stay Schemin (Drake Diss) Lyrics

Common Stay Schemin (Drake Diss) Lyrics

Common Stay Schemin (Drake Diss) Lyrics

[Hook]
I ride for my niggas dawg, I ride for my niggas
I slide for my niggas dawg, I ride for my niggas dawg

Stay schemin'
Niggas tryna get at me (dawg)
I ride for my niggas
Stay schemin'
Niggas tryna get at me (dawg)
I ride for my niggas

[Rick Ross]
Damn, life so short, f-ck it, I don't wanna go to court
F-ck it, got a budget for the lawyer though
F-ck it, I'm on the run for the money
I'm in the bucket, paid 200 for it
My lil niggas thuggin', even got me paranoid
I'm gettin' money, that's in any nigga category
Double M I got G’s out in California

[Hook]
I ride for my niggas dawg, I ride for my niggas
I slide for my niggas dawg, I ride for my niggas dawg
Stay schemin'
Niggas tryna get at me (dawg)
I ride for my niggas
Stay schemin'
Niggas tryna get at me (dawg)
I ride for my niggas

[Drake]
It bothers me when the Gods get to acting like the broads
Guess every team doesn't come complete with niggas like ours
That's why I see no need to compete with niggas like y'all
I just ask them when you see me you speak up nigga that's all
Don't be ducking like you never wanted nothing
Its feeling like rap changed, there was a time it was rugged
Back when if a nigga reached it was for the weapon
Nowadays niggas reach just to sell they record
Spaghetti bolognese in Appolo lounge
Me and my G from DC that's how I roll around
Might look light, but we heavy though
You think Drake will pull some shit like that you never know
Million dollar meetings in Apollo lounge
Me and my man all Oliver North that's how I roll around
Shawty wanna tell me secrets 'bout a rap nigga
I tell a b!tch its more attractive when you hold it down
Kobe 'bout to lose a hundred fifty M's
Kobe my nigga I hate it, had to be him
B!tch you wasn't with me shooting in the gym
(B!tch you wasn't with me shooting in the gym)
Tell Lucien I said f-ck it I’m tearing holes in my budget
Bag her like we in Publix and take her ass out in public
Ordered it a filet tell her butterfly she'll love it
She used to soda and nuggets she really just out here thuggin'
I'm just hittin my pinnacle you and p-ssy identical
You like the f-ckin finish line we can't wait to run into you
But let me get my mind of that
Young rich muthaf-cker getting mine off rap
with my niggas

[Hook]
I ride for my niggas dawg, I ride for my niggas
I slide for my niggas dawg, I ride for my niggas dawg
Stay schemin'
Niggas tryna get at me (dawg)
I ride for my niggas
Stay schemin'
Niggas tryna get at me (dawg)
I ride for my niggas

[Common]
My motto is: Chicago, b!tch
Everybody know you sweet, what the problem is
Don't play dumb, I'm the one that acknowledged it
Son of a b!tch, I imagine what your father is
She said, "How you make your opponent, the rapper of the moment?"
His style, he don't own it
Acting all hard when he hardly like that
You gon' mess around and make me catch a body like that, ooooh
Don't do it
'Cause every song you make Joe is really hoe music
I heard you said you wasn't a b!tch because you sing
You a b!tch because you cling like a b!tch that's eighteen
Can't say my name but rap about a nigga's wife
You so black and white, tryna to live a nigga's life
I'm taking too long with this amateur guy
You ain't wet nobody, nigga, you Canada dry

[Common Speaking]
Soft nigga, make no mistake, I'm talking to Drake
It's the remix. Rick Ross, Common, and that hoe ass nigga
No, man-to-man, don't hide behind them other niggas
Nah, this man-to-man. You can't run behind them man
This is some real man shit right here

[Destiny's Child]
Say my name, say my name
If no one is around you
If you ain't running game
Say my name, say my name
You acting kinda shady
Why the sudden change?
Say my name, say my name
If no one is around you
If you ain't running game
Say my name, say my name
You acting kinda shady
Better say my name
Better say my name
Better say my name
Better say my name

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Fabolous Unfuckwitable Lyrics

Fabolous Unfuckwitable Lyrics

Fabolous Unfuckwitable Lyrics

[Hook:]
[Red Cafe]
All the b!tches say, "I'm unfuckwitable"
The real niggas say, "I'm unf-ckwitable"
[Fabolous]
Twenty-four seven, three sixty five
How the game dead when I'm still alive?
[Red Cafe]
Live b!tches say, "I'm unfuckwitable"
Real niggas say, "I'm unf-ckwitable"
[Fabolous]
Twenty-four seven, three sixty five
How the game dead when I'm still alive?

[Verse 1: Red Cafe]
Hold up, I'm hotter than a fugitive
America's most wanted, that swag lucrative
Unf-ckwitable, slanging that mineral
Talking that g talk, living like a general
Ten bottles in the club sound like the minimal
My niggas them killas for real, I'm talking federal
It's f-ck you, it's f-ck you, never no subliminal
Stacking ones every day, active criminal
Me and twenty million cash look identical
If you broke and you in the streets, you suckers pitiful
Hoes say they love a nigga after they f-ck a nigga
But I ain't looking for love, that's for s-cker niggas
Let him be your man, I'll gladly be the other nigga
Cuddle with dog all winter, I'm your summer nigga
Hustle from sunup, hustle til the sun down
Bullshit aside, I'm the realest killer in town
Most the niggas in the streets, they know how I get down
Bad b!tch riding shotty when the top let down
Look, as a young boy I used to have hoop dreams
Now I'm like Shaq, I still got hoop dreams

[Hook:]
[Red Cafe]
All the b!tches say, "I'm unf-ckwitable"
The real niggas say, "I'm unf-ckwitable"
[Fabolous]
Twenty-four seven, three sixty five
How the game dead when I'm still alive?
[Red Cafe]
Live b!tches say, "I'm unfuckwitable"
Real niggas say, "I'm unf-ckwitable"
[Fabolous]
Twenty-four seven, three sixty five
How the game dead when I'm still alive?

[Verse 2: Fabolous]
I ain't feeling niggas, I ain't that sentimental
I got no words for 'em, let's just keep it instrumental
I put it down where I stay, word to incidentals
And guess who opened the door you niggas entered in through?
Y'all would never measure up using my ruler
You're more soft than a second-year high schooler
My nigga Hov told me finish my breakfast
And now I'm looking at you niggas like breakfast
French toast, turkey bacon
Shit's in bad shape, too many squares circulating
Money talks and y'all voices are unheard
When they ask about us, one word
Unf-ckwitable, we be in the town too
That's why them boys call us the not-f-cking-around crew
Brooklyn keep on taking it, known to get our divo on
When you touch down, bow down, get your Tebow on
You won't say it in the street, don't say it in your tweets
You won't say it when we meet, don't say it on them beats
Real nigga shit, RNS
Last night was a movie, starring us

[Hook:]
[Red Cafe]
All the b!tches say, "I'm unf-ckwitable"
The real niggas say, "I'm unf-ckwitable"
[Fabolous]
Twenty-four seven, three sixty five
How the game dead when I'm still alive?
[Red Cafe]
Live b!tches say, "I'm unfuckwitable"
Real niggas say, "I'm unf-ckwitable"
[Fabolous]
Twenty-four seven, three sixty five
How the game dead when I'm still alive?

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Rick Ross Rich Forever Lyrics

Rick Ross Ft. John Legend Rich Forever Lyrics

Rick Ross Rich Forever Lyrics

[Intro]
[Rozay]
Regardless of how it goes down
Life goes on
Am I right?
[John Legend]
On the way we shed some tears
Every day we sacrifice
So we can be standing here
Oh what a hell of a life
Been winning so many years
And the future is bright
Now it's very clear
That we gon' be rich forever
And ever, and ever oh oh oh
We gon' be rich forever, oh ooooh
We gon' be rich forever and ever, and ever

[Verse 1 : Rick Ross]
I remember being blind to it
Til the day I put my mind to it
Pen and pad on the dresser for me to fine tune it
I sat in the corner, made up my mind do it!
Def Jam on my heels, should I sign to it?
Million dollar advance for me to rhyme fluent
Every day I'm hustlin' on every corner boomin'
Back of the Phantom couldn't fathom I was such a student
Grandfather deal for the Godfather
Lucian Grainge from the ghetto, I follow God's orders
And he told me I was rich forever
Then he showed me I was rich forever
They call me Mr. Roberts when I'm in the bank
Digits like the Dodgers when it comes to franks
Flossin' out in Compton like I got a cape
RoseMo tried to fight it, but barely niggas fade
White sheet, yellow tape, where your dogs at
Count a million cash, can you blog that?
Me and niggas your type, never exchange numbers
Wanna conversate and steal game from us
See the watch, now you want to know the name of it
Never playin' so I went and got the frame flooded
Cartier, Hublot, I could name a dozen
Your shit pushed back cuz it ain't buzzin'
Now these thugs actors all of a sudden
Niggas hustle backwards all of a sudden
Can't talk snow, where the soft at?
Your man got murked, but you squashed that
Hope you know what we call that
I think you know just what we call that
All you p-ssy boys fall back
Big face Rolly, Rolls Gold cost 40
Platinum twenty one, it's time to go and spoil shorty
You only live once I'm screaming YOLO in the VI
Time flies fast balling with my nigga T.I
Ciroc, no glass, smiling women in my presence
Tall supermodels always fall in my possession
Atlanta housewives taking pictures in my section
But I only got a thing for young b!tches with aggression
Show me that affection that a D-Boy craves
Rich forever in my D-Boy ways
Sold dope, blue jeans, new J's
Sold dope by any means all day

[Hook : John Legend]
Been winning so many years
And the future is bright
Now it's very clear
That we gon' be rich forever
And ever, and ever
We gon' be rich forever
[Verse 2 : Rick Ross]
100 mil ain't enough
Got 100 women, gotta deal with it, love
Worth 40m's is he still dealing drugs
Cigarettes, speedboats, but he's still with the thugs
Club Liv, Louis shots on a Sunday
Grinding, even be legit one day
Order some more bottles because I'm on one
I know her p-ssy wet, and she wanna cum
She wanna cum, maybe come over
Stop dealing with them niggas you need one soldier
Keep you as my b!tch forever
Cuz you know a nigga rich forever

[Hook : John Legend]
Been winning so many years
And the future is bright
Now it's very clear
That we gon' be rich forever
And ever, and ever
We gon' be rich forever

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Chris Brown Mona Lisa Lyrics

Chris Brown Mona Lisa Lyrics

Chris Brown Mona Lisa Lyrics
(Ft. Kevin McCall)

[Chris Brown]
Girl you wanna play with me baby
Money ain't a thing cause I got paper
I'm looking at your body
You about to get exactly what you came for
Now I can throw it up throw it up
Break it down down down
Even if it ain't loud she gets me aroused
Slow it up slow it up slow it down
You the shit you the shit
Go ahead play with it baby
Cause I'ma keep my hands to myself
And my back on the wall
Now I'm playing with it baby
I know you don't give a f-ck
Cause you gon' get your money up

[Chorus]
I, I, I
Get your ass up on that pole
Get this money in my hand
I, I, I
All this money dripping on you
Like paint from a Mona Lisa
Drop it to the flo' b!tch
All this money dripping on you
Like paint from a Mona Lisa

[Kevin McCall]
I f-cked with my first b!tch
I upgrade my second broad
Corporate my credit card
Vintaged out my f-cking watch
Vintaged out my f-cking cars
No... just f-cking yacht
Your new b!tch, my old b!tch
You can have the hoe cause she talk a lot
Now get your ass up on this pole, you can get this money
Now I got them carats, I got all them playboy bunnies
?? I'm throwing them honies
Racks on top of racks and they backs look like...

[Chris Brown]
And they ass big as some mountain
Put my drink on it, she cold
My zipper down but my money up
Better get your ass up on that pole
Two mo' shots then I'm out, black, black then I reload
Got might earn 20 more, get yo ass up on that pole
Damn look at like Keisha getting that money just like a zesta
All of these bunnies hopping and popping
You fighting to get up in my 2 seater
My chain, 6 rings

[Chorus]
I, I, I
Get your ass up on that pole
Get this money in my hand
I, I, I
All this money dripping on you
Like paint from a Mona Lisa
Drop it to the flo' b!tch
All this money dripping on you
Like paint from a Mona Lisa
I don't make it rain
Nigga I make a monsoon like a tidal wave
Me taking 23 shots, that's a MJ
I mean a fadeaway, we 'bout to fadeaway
She said she like my pants
I think she like my pockets
B!tch I'm in the building counting millions
You should try it
Yeah what d'you mean
She tried to kiss me, I said stop it
Put that money in the face then she get that p-ssy popping

[Chorus]
I, I, I
Get your ass up on that pole
Get this money in my hand
I, I, I
All this money dripping on you
Like paint from a Mona Lisa
Drop it to the flo' b!tch
All this money dripping on you
Like paint from a Mona Lisa

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Tyga Ft Lil Wayne Faded Lyrics

Tyga Faded Lyrics Ft Lil Wayne

Tyga Ft Lil Wayne Faded Lyrics
[Tyga]
Young Nino, f-ck a bitch in a peacoat
Carlito, Scarface, Al Pacino
Bun B though, Pimp C, R.I.P though
I goes deep in that p-ssy, Dan Marino
She wanna be the one, f-ck her to my own single
Break a b!tch hard, no future Miss Cleo
Snap back, a-a-automatic reload
Flyer than a f-ck-ng beatle, you can't beat 'em
Vampire f-ck up your evening
I pop up and eat lunch, leave you in the cement
Don't believe it, stripe like a f-cking Adidas
The gun Selena, give a n-gga Beiber fever
Real f-ck-ng hot, put it in park
Take a shot, higher than a tube sock
You a bop, give me top top, as I load the guap
Man these n-ggas say I'm fly but to her I'm God

[Hook]
I'm faded faded faded
My n-gga I'm faded faded faded (x7)
And I don't give a f-ck

[Tyga]
F-ck is up, n-gga's stomping in my Chucks
Yeah I make it rain dear, cause I'm all 'bout my bucks
Use the butt up in the front, d-ck up in her cunt
And I put her in her hole, holy, one, quat quat
Ergggh
Super McNasty, why you McLovin
When the b-tch call me daddy
Pimp no caddy, she wish she never had me
Treat her like a dog, called the b-tch Lassy
Young savvy, bang her like Cincinatti
Above average, f-fly like I'm Aladdin
They bend backwards, done the p-ssy at them
I'm Ben Wallace, dunk up in your basket
Balls in the air, no games, I'm serious, double dare
There's too many b-tches, Why these n-ggas wanna stare
Pat Ron up in here, This ain't no beer

[Hook]
I'm faded faded faded
My n-gga I'm faded faded faded (x7)
And I don't give a f-ck

[Lil Wayne]
Mama, there go that monster
Abracadabra, Magic Johnson
My mutherf-cking doctor, said I need a doctor
So I called house, now I am a pill popper
Faded like skinnys, Young Money we winning
I told her if I change, she won't get a penny
Milking this shit, pregnant bitch tities
Bringing home the bacon, I'm f-ckin' Miss Piggy
Loaded like a semi, semi naked pictures
She knows my d-ck, she call it nigga Richard
Prior to me coming, I had to stick my thumb in
I asked one time, smell my finger make you vomit
Flyer than a hornet, the shoe fit I worn it
She tried to jack me off, can't beat it, join it
Tunechi, punechi, that what she call it
Flag Scarlett, I killed it, mourned it

[Hook]
I'm faded faded faded
My n-gga I'm faded faded faded (x7)
And I don't give a f-ck

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Kid Ink Time Of Your Life Lyrics

Kid Ink Time Of Your Life Lyrics

Kid Ink Time Of Your Life Lyrics

[Intro]
You ain't gotta, you ain't gotta, leave
I think I got a, Uhhh
Yeah, Kid Ink, Tell em!

[Chorus]
Yeah I said, you ain't gotta, you ain't gotta leave
My bad, I know this isn't usually your scene
But don't worry about it girl, just be yourself
And I swear, I ain't gonna, I ain't gonna say a thing
Now go just have the time of your life, the time of your life, let it go
Go go go, have the time of your life, time of your life, baby let it show

[Verse 1]
Yeah let me show you how we do it
Know I came through deeper then the sewer
Yeah I got my whole crew and you could be anywhere
All around the world, but if you ain't f-cking here
Then I don't know what you're doing
I see you ain't gotta, you ain't gotta, drink
Come swing by my table I got everything you need
Bottles, kush, blowing like a whistling referee
Take a shot, don't be afraid, girl just put on for your team
Go ahead show me what you got
Take a ride back it up and baby park it in my lot
And you don't even need a cup, take a bottle of Ciroc
And when you hear me yell cut, that mean take it from the top, now

[Chorus]
Yeah I said, you ain't gotta, you ain't gotta leave
My bad, I know this isn't usually your scene
But don't worry about it girl, just be yourself
And I swear, I ain't gonna, I ain't gonna say a thing
Now go just have the time of your life, the time of your life, let it go
Go go go, have the time of your life, time of your life, baby let it show

[Verse 2]
Now it ain't no reason to be insecure
You sick of the same thing, baby here's a cure
Just take a lane change, welcome to the fast life
Ass like that, bring it back, like the past life
Yeah I said, you ain't gotta, you ain't gotta be so shy
We'll be up all night, no we never out of time
Feel like can't nobody see me, out of sight out of mind
Give me 25 to life, if being fly is a crime
Yeah I'm lying I don't want to go
Nowhere but the sky, feeling high as I wanna so
Come and take a ride on the Alumni honor roll
And I can put it down, take you down baby on the low

[Chorus x2]
Yeah I said, you ain't gotta, you ain't gotta leave
My bad, I know this isn't usually your scene
But don't worry about it girl, just be yourself
And I swear, I ain't gonna, I ain't gonna say a thing
Now go just have the time of your life, the time of your life, let it go
Go go go, have the time of your life, time of your life, baby let it show

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Rick Ross Holy Ghost Lyrics

Rick Ross Holy Ghost Lyrics

Rick Ross Holy Ghost Lyrics
(Ft. Diddy)

[Hook : Rick Ross]
They say I'm gettin' money, must be illuminati
Talking to the Holy Ghost, in my Bugatti
He knockin' on the do' don't let the devil in
He knockin' on the do' don't let the devil in (x2)

[Verse 1 : Rick Ross]
Lord knows, that boy done been about it
Lord knows, that boy'll catch a body
Phone ringing, gotta be the Mexicans
Phone ringing, gotta be the Mexicans
Being dead broke is the root of all evil
Get money, my nigga, do good with your people
I got the calico, I got the dynamite
They wanna do it big? Pick a time tonight
Back to these b!tches following my timeline
Back to these crackers following my timeline
Got the phone tapped, I think I'm being followed
Touch him with the holy's ghost, can you hear me father?

[Diddy]
Father, please protect me from brokeness
And b!tch ass niggas, B!tch ass b!tches too
Keep 'em away

[Hook : Rick Ross]
They say I'm gettin' money, must be illuminati
Talking to the Holy Ghost, in my Bugatti
He knockin' on the do' don't let the devil in
He knockin' on the do' don't let the devil in
They say I'm gettin' money, must be illuminati
Talking to the Holy Ghost, in my Ferrari
He knockin' on the do' don't let the devil in
He knockin' on the do' don't let the devil in

[Verse 2 : Rick Ross]
Work! That's all my niggas workin' with
Work! That's all my niggas lurkin' with
My teacher told me that I was a piece of shit
Seen her the other day driving a piece of shit
Work! Exactly what I'm screamin' ho
Certified, 8 digit nigga, triple beamin' ho
You talkin' to the holy ghost
I'm smokin' 'til I overdose
When I f-ck she let the p-ssy soak
Even my lawyer be askin is it dope
Never break the code shock me with a million votes
I'm forever dope, touched by the holy ghost

[Diddy]
You see, they hate what they don't understand
Father, forgive them
For they know not what they do
Let's go

[Hook : Rick Ross]
They say I'm gettin' money, must be illuminati
Talking to the Holy Ghost, in my Bugatti
He knockin' on the do' don't let the devil in
He knockin' on the do' don't let the devil in (x2)

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Jay-Z Ft. Blue Ivy Carter Glory Lyrics

Jay-Z Glory Lyrics Ft. Blue Ivy Carter

Jay-Z Ft. Blue Ivy Carter Glory Lyrics
[Hook]
The most amazing feeling I feel
Words can't describe the feeling for real
Baby I paint the sky blue
My greatest creation was you, you
Glory

Ooooh Glory

[Verse 1 : Jay-Z]
False alarms and false starts
All made better by the sound of your heart
All the pain of the last time
I prayed so hard it was the last time
Your mamma said that you danced for her
Did you wiggle your hands for her?
Glory, Glory, Glory, Sorry
Everything that I prayed for
God's gift, I wish I would've prayed more
God makes no mistakes, I made a few
Rough sledding here and there, but I made it through
I wreak havoc on the world, get ready for part 2
A younger, smarter, faster me
So a pinch of Hov, a whole glass of Bey

[Hook]
Glory
The most amazing feeling I feel
Words can't describe what I'm feeling for real
Baby I paint the sky blue
My greatest creation was you

[Verse 2 : Jay-Z]
Your grand pop died, a nigga fell yeh
Then he died of liver failure
Deep down he was a good man
God damn, I can't deliver failure
Bad ass Lil Hov
2 years old, shopping on Savile Row
Wicked ass Lil B
Hard not to spoil you rotten looking like little me
The most beautifulest thing in this world
Daddy's little girl
You don't yet know what swag is
But you was made in Paris
And mama woke up the next day and shot her album package
Last time the miscarriage was so tragic
We was afraid you disappeared
But nah, baby you magic (voila)
So there you have it, shit happens
Make sure the plane you on is bigger than your carry on baggage
Everybody goes through stuff
Life is a gift love, open it up
You're a child of destiny
You're the child of my destiny
You're my child with the child from Destiny's Child
That's a hell of a recipe
Glory, Glory, Glory, Sorry

[Hook]
Glory
The most amazing feeling I feel
Words can't describe what I'm feeling for real
Baby I paint the sky blue
My greatest creation was you

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Bruno Mars All I Need Lyrics

All I Need Lyrics Bruno Mars

Bruno Mars All I Need Lyrics
(Ft. Master Shortie)

[Chorus:]
Sugar, coco and honey
Hey y'all Bruno Mars
That's why you taste like to me
And all I need is to sex to wash it down
Ooh come here girl right now

I'm a British boy so I do British things
Like nibble on your earlobe but let your body sing
You're my violin and I'm a string
With every breath you take I won't let it sting
So let me in open your doors
What yours is mine, what mine is yours
Where's your p-ssy give me your paws
And I won't mind if it's you going through my drawers
Keep it clean 'cause we're gettin in a mess
Baby girl yeah you're better in the flesh
I heard from your friends that I'm better than your ex
And if I'm real then I'm better than your next
Banofee pie you my sweet tart
That's one of the reasons that you're my sweetheart
So when I meet arse we beat fast
Why don't we just take it slow
So we last

[Chorus:]
Sugar, coco and honey
That's why you taste like to me
Now all I need is your sex to wash it down
Ooh come here girl right now

The world is ours
Put your head back see the stars
I like you just the way you are like Bruno Mars
I know I can, call me Nas
I love your thighs I love your arse
Now give me your flower 'cause I'm a human vase
And I'm about to ride without a pass
I hope ...can keep a secret before I ask
Oh no oh no you're burning my tongue just like a cocoa
Oh no oh no I think you need some cream upon you
You think I got chick what's her name
I ain't lying you're my main
You're the only picture inside my frame
Let's wash it down with sex not champagne

[Chorus:]
Sugar, coco and honey
That's why you taste like to me
Now all I need is your sex to wash it down
Ooh come here girl right now

Sugar, coco and honey
That's why you taste like to me
Now all I need is your sex to wash it down
Ooh come here girl right now

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Mac Miller Jerry's Record Store Lyrics

Mac Miller Lyrics Jerrys Record Store

Mac Miller Jerry's Record Store Lyrics

In your old man voice
Yeah, a one two, a one two
For one two, for one two
For one two, for one two
For one two, for one two
Uh uh nothin' but rhymes its quite simple
Hey its what I create to eliminate the hate
Illuminate the night in the lightning
UFO sightings leave em unidentified
Steady I be getting high
You ain't got no herbal I'ma lend you mine
Its doctor Octagon call him young phenomenon
I leave these rappers starving like its Ramadan
You are the wackest my style holographic
Had to put my city on the map shit
If you a fat kid go get active
If you a bad b!tch then be a actress
Rap ease carnage, my family aint the Partrige
Wh0re tricks flawless like trapeze artists
Take my life and put it in a photo album
How much money do I got? I don't know who's countin'
Fake mouthaf-cka's round me I could do without them
You keepin' it a hundred I could use a thousand
I'm comin' now, call a truce
I got a lot but, not to lose
I'm the shit makin' hits call me Doctor Luke
And prescribing you a vibe for that awful mood
Why you sad all the time?
Jump off a roof
While I'm kicking it with Q-tip and ?
Tryna put me down well that's few tell woo shell
Supernatural message got you spooked out
Believe in God but don't believe religion
Saying its the truth but never really listened
That's another conversation though
Walking on the pavement home find a way to go
Maybe one might take the word Robert Frost
Blowin' out steam but its all exhaust
We comin' for your dollars better call the cops
You want a war? we got a nuclear holocaust
Yo E how many bars is that
Is it enough to give these haters all heart attacks
I been writing on the paper
Gave me carpal tunnel
Couple billion people are they all gon' love you?
Hell no hell no
I be grindin' though rain sleet hail snow
Sticking to my word like its Velcro
On some shell toes
What else yo
Dope shit, go crazy
Kinda like the internet over Hov's baby
My girl tell me Mac you a wierdo
I guarantee that baby be a super hero
This ain't nothin' but comes rhymes from my mind
That been stuck inside since the
Beginning of time
Chemical romance, slow dance with no pants
If I got my eyes on her playa you got no chance
This some simple shit I'm sure they fear
I'm just trying to explore whats real
Child of the blues never liked school
Been miseducated so word to Laura hill
Music is my outlet walking through the polo store
In the studio wondering what I go home for
In my own world when I close the door
To the booth, young and searching for the truth
Like that, like that, like that, like that
And a little bit of this and a little bit of that
I just spit a rhyme tell me that I kick a rap
And if you got time, you can sit down
Listen to me now, pass the flow around
Hey that's some cypher shit, I know you like that shit
Freestyle in the air go and write that shit
I don't write that b!tch I got ill flows
Yeah I'm ill yo
And this is real yo
Mac Miller, gon' kill those flows
Bouncing up and and down Yoyo's
Head to ya toes
In the paint throwin' bows

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Rick Ross Fuck Em Lyrics

Rick Ross Fuck Em Lyrics

Rick Ross Fuck Em Lyrics

(Ft. 2 Chainz & Wale)

[Verse 1 : Rick Ross]
C-note after c-note, put the remix on my kilo
Thought I wouldn't make it, now I'm winning Timothy Tebow
Fourth quarter, I'm back, fourth quarter, in fact
Fourth quarter, that's that, four Ford in all black
I said boss and I meant that, advance, you spent that
Corvette so clean you'll think Bruce Springsteen rent that
Cars just like sneakers, just got me ten pair
Dubai, I been there, but f-ck that, we in here
Roll up and inhale, I live next to Denzel
Alonzo, my condo cost three mil', this shit real
IPhone and iPad, Amex in my gat
Left hand got ten bands, back pocket, four stacks
All I need is bad hoes, all these niggas gon' rat
Half these niggas working now, they knocked it down, they're going back
All I need is Benzos, riding on Lorenzos
Stack my money tenfold, make this my new ten-four

[Hook]
Fuck em, f-ck em, I'm screaming f-ck em
F-ck em, f-ck em, I'm screaming f-ck em
F-ck all you haters
Watch me f-ck all these b!tches
I got eight different Rollies
And they all mint condition
I'm screaming f-ck em, f-ck em, I'm screaming f-ck em
Fuck em, f-ck em, I'm screaming f-ck em
I got five different Benzes
This is my deposition
I'm screaming, "F-ck every witness"
Cause b!tch, I'm big business
I'm screaming f-ck em

[Verse 2 : 2 Chainz]
Me gon hit my boast
Me gon hit my boast
What you know about walking in the Gucci store and they salute?
Chain cost a coupe, coupe cost a crib
Riding with the chopper like it's my friend
This for real niggas only, I still bail with Kobe
Got a sign in my garage that say, "Foreign only"
Forces pouring, on mixtapes I'm touring
See my shit that fire shit, and yo' shit boring
2 Chainz smoking loud like it's a newborn
Dad wasn't around, my father figure was Too Short
New Porsche deuced up, two cups got juice in it
Two forks, two pipes, I could whip it both-handed
My girl is bow-legged, just do it like Bo Jackson
Every beat I'm toe-tagging, tune big as a Volkswagon
Money got me sagging, it really doesn't matter
I run circles round these niggas' world like Saturn

[Hook]
Fuck em, f-ck em, I'm screaming f-ck em
F-ck em, f-ck em, I'm screaming f-ck em
F-ck all you haters
Watch me f-ck all these b!tches
I got eight different Rollies
And they all mint condition
I'm screaming f-ck em, f-ck em, I'm screaming f-ck em
Fuck em, f-ck em, I'm screaming f-ck em
I got five different Benzes
This is my deposition
I'm screaming, "F-ck every witness"
Cause b!tch, I'm big business
I'm screaming f-ck em

[Verse 3 : Wale]
Black Foamposites, it's like we on that outer shit
Riding five deep and I'm as dirty as them congressmen
Sixty-two, without no tint, mission roof of my new shit
Ironic sense, my drive increased, my driver see the profit
Yeah, word, f-ck you niggas, pay me though
Smoke that Mark McGuire strong
Oakland ain't no basic smoke
Shout-out to your lady, a.k.a. MMG favorite ho
Tell that ass the way to go before I show her where to go
No Canseco, and I'm switching lanes at one six oh
A nigga trees fine, a police siren!
Woop woop, nah, that's just Diplo
And you cute, shorty, let's get low
On the low, I'mma talk that jazz
Jungle fever for the night
Horny or white, that's Anglo-Sax

[Hook]
Fuck em, f-ck em, I'm screaming f-ck em
F-ck em, f-ck em, I'm screaming f-ck em
F-ck all you haters
Watch me f-ck all these b!tches
I got eight different Rollies
And they all mint condition
I'm screaming f-ck em, f-ck em, I'm screaming f-ck em
Fuck em, f-ck em, I'm screaming f-ck em
I got five different Benzes
This is my deposition
I'm screaming, "F-ck every witness"
Cause b!tch, I'm big business
I'm screaming f-ck em

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