Jessica Wright - Dominoes Lyrics (ft. Mann)



Dominoes Lyrics
by Jessica Wright ft. Mann

All the boys, aha, in the club, aha
Drop it like dominoes
Drop it like dominoes

It’s not easy looking
It’s good, wish you understood
It’s a difficult job, a one girl show
I give em credit, they try
It’s just as hard for a guy
You’ll have to work for this prize
You keep setting up yourself
You keep falling shore, never measure up, yeah, yeah, yeah
I keep looking around
Why the hell are there bodies on the ground?

[Chorus]
All the boys, aha, in the club, aha
Drop it like dominoes
Drop it like dominoes
Not a veil, aha, man enough
Dancing here on my own
Dancing here on my own
I need someone who knows just what I want
But all the boys, aha, in the club, aha
Drop it like dominoes
Drop it like dominoes

Girls just wanna have fun
With not just anyone
Sending out the signs
But they can’t read
Just one look in my eyes
And they be falling like flies
And they too scared to try
You keep setting up yourself
You keep falling shore, never measure up, yeah, yeah, yeah
I keep looking around
Why the hell are there bodies on the ground?

[Chorus]
All the boys, aha, in the club, aha
Drop it like dominoes
Drop it like dominoes
Not a veil, aha, man enough
Dancing here on my own
Dancing here on my own
I need someone who knows just what I want
But all the boys, aha, in the club, aha
Drop it like dominoes
Drop it like dominoes

Man, you need a real one, that can handle that
Make you know, just like candle wax
I’m good, but I need a girl that’s bad
North fly like the helipad
Swag, you the one that I have to have
And I like to be extra bad
Champaign, have a night cap
Do what you want I know you like that
Girl you got the boys droppin, droppin
And you know I get it poppin poppin
I’m the man, I keep that party rockin
Other guys are just not an option
Come with me cause we gotta go
Tryina get to your pot of gold
Anything is possible, got me falling like dominoes

[Chorus]
All the boys, aha, in the club, aha
Drop it like dominoes
Drop it like dominoes
Not a veil, aha, man enough
Dancing here on my own
Dancing here on my own
I need someone who knows just what I want
But all the boys, aha, in the club, aha
Drop it like dominoes
Drop it like dominoes.

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Charmani - Paint This Town Lyrics (ft. Flo Rida)



Paint This Town Lyrics
by Charmani Ft. Flo Rida

[Chorus]
Hey, hey, we gonna paint this town tonight
Hey, hey, we gonna keep this place alive
Take another drink, right to the head
Baby we can sleep right when we’re dead, dead
Hey, hey, we gonna paint this, pain this town tonight

Bottle in my hand, got the radio on
Cause I just don’t give a fuck, oh no
Metal to the floor with my bitch down low
And I’m loosing all contro, oh, oh, oh, oh yeah
Go the …weekend, weekend,
The night is ours for the taking, taking, taking
We gonn party like it’s new year, new year
Cause rock and roll is what we know, oh yeah
We got whiskey and vodka, won’t sleep till tomorrow
We ain’t shutting down till the sun comes out

[Chorus]
Hey, hey, we gonna paint this town tonight
Hey, hey, we gonna keep this place alive
Take another drink, right to the head
Baby we can sleep right when we’re dead, dead
Hey, hey, we gonna paint this, pain this town tonight

I be here still I party a lot so
I won’t be offended if you call me picasso
I’m here to paint the town but grafitti is my show
Got bottles in the club don’t be in …
Watch ready and we color your knees
Got so many pack scales that you wouldn’t believe
Got the women on my sleeve, when I hit up the scene
Gots a whole nother view and a helluva piece, yeah
A good time, I touch the lot, doing big in your city is a …
The go hit the dance floor ready to rock
We’ll be go lock show, how we doing it out
The way I hold it out, they know what I’m about
Tell the dj play the track till the sun come out
Shut it down every time pretty woman about
When we sipping by the way, let me make you a round
We got whiskey and vodka, won’t sleep till tomorrow
We ain’t shutting down till the sun comes out

[Chorus]
Hey, hey, we gonna paint this town tonight
Hey, hey, we gonna keep this place alive
Take another drink, right to the head
Baby we can sleep right when we’re dead, dead
Hey, hey, we gonna paint this, pain this town tonight.

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John Legend - Who Did That To You Lyrics

Who Did That To You Lyrics
by John Legend

Now I’m not afraid to do the last work,
You say vengeance is here, but imma do it first.
I’m done handle my business in the name of the love.

Now if he made you cry, oh, I gotta know,
If he’s not ready to die, he best prepare for it.
My judgement’s divine, I tell you who you can call,
You can call.

You better call the police, call the partner,
Call up your priest, have it for you.
Walk in no peace when I find that fool
Who did that to you, yeah,
Who did that to you, my baby,
Who did that to you,
Gotta find that fool who did that to you.

Now I don’t take pleasure in the man’s pain,
But my rage will come down like the cold rain.
And there won’t be no shelter, no place you can go.
So put your hands up, time for surrender,
I’m a vigilante, my law’s defender,
You’re a wanted man, here everybody knows.

You better call the police, call the partner,
Call up your priest, have it for you.
Walk in no peace when I find that fool
Who did that to you, yeah,
Who did that to you, my baby,
Who did that to you,
Gotta find that fool who did that to you.

Now he’ll keep on running, but I’m closing near,
I heard him down, take ability,
If you see me coming near, who you gonna call?

You better call the police, call the partner,
Call up your priest, have it for you.
Walk in no peace when I find that fool
You better call the doctor, call the lawyer,
I chase ‘em all away to california,
Get my best trying to find that fool
Who did that to you

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K-Young - Psychopath Lyrics

Psychopath Lyrics
by K-Young

I think somebody’s tryina kill me
I think somebody’s tryina kill me
Maybe it’s paranoia from the drugs I took last night
Private calls on my phone, my ex won’t leave me alone
And it’s getting dangerous, so dangerous

I just got a tape – a video of me and my new girl having sex
Somebody was watching through my bedroom window last night

What am I supposed to do? I can’t prove it but I know it’s you
She’s crazy

I think somebody’s tryina kill me
Karma reappeared, a devil wear a penny, that stiletto
And I can’t help that it’s true, I’m overwhelmed by it too
You’re making me crazy

Even though I think you’re fly
My love, I don’t wanna die
Somebody was watching through my bedroom window last night
And it’s hopeless to be, hopelessly in love, love yea

I think this bitch is tryina kill me
Looked in my rearview, she following me on the freeway
And my car starts slowin down
My tiers – the chick done slit em

Now I’m headed for a full on collision
And my life flash before my eyes

Mama always told me: be careful what you do
Doing be going around breaking young girls hearts

What am I supposed to do? I can’t prove it but I know it’s you
She’s crazy

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Big K.R.I.T. - Now And Then Lyrics (ft. Slim Thug)

Now And Then Lyrics
by Big K.R.I.T. Ft. Slim Thug

[Intro: Big K.R.I.T.]
Yo…
That hatin' shit is contagious, pimpin’
Ain’t really no vaccine for that shit either
Niggas out here talkin’ down
Niggas need to be out here tryin’ to get they own money
Congratulate a player every once in a while, you dig?
Every now and then you’ve got to just ball on these niggas

[Hook: Big K.R.I.T.]
Every now and then you’ve gotta pimp
Every now and then you’ve gotta ball
Every now and then you’ve gotta clean up
Blow a scene up
High-beamed up
TV screened up and sit tall
Take that shit up with my trunk
If you really thing I’m listenin’ to that hate
Take that shit up with my trunk
If you really think I hear you over bass
Take that shit up with my trunk

[Verse 1: Big K.R.I.T.]
Try not to flatter yourself
I see through niggas like glass, why the fuck’d you shatter yourself?
On a mission for scrilla, chinchilla coats for the winter
I buy a crib with the pillars
And sit that ho in the villa
Vanilla bucket seats, with a busty freak, that fuck with me
She bob on top, but a nigga like you, she just can’t fuck for free
Well on the late night, I’m a great white in a shark tank
Your heart pump Kool-Aid on these groupie hoes, my heart can’t
Your boat sank so long ago
Your crew been jumped off, my shit sell ‘cause I stay afloat
I dodged some icebergs on these chrome rims just to float some more
Motherfuck your life, fish
Y’all niggas act like I ain’t float before
Hold that thought, hold my coat, nigga ‘cause…

[Hook]

[Verse 2: Slim Thug]
I can’t hear you, haters, I can’t see you fakers
You’re in my rearview and the bass got it shakin’
Always talkin’ down, let’s talk about what you makin’
And what records you breakin’ to have this conversation
Where you live, what you drive, what’s in your bank account?
Your jive-ass 9-5 ain’t matchin’ my amount
I count my cars, count my broads
If you could count you’d know I’m living large
Menage with two TV stars
You dream about everything that’s ours
Hater, hatin’ on my gifts from God
Only gon’ block your gifts from God
So stop actin’ fraud
Congratulate and give me my award
Work hard an one day you’ll get your card

[Hook]

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Game - Heaven’s Arms Lyrics

Heaven’s Arms Lyrics
by Game

[Intro]

[Hook: Game]
Part the Red Sea in red Louboutins, who the don?
Walk inside the club with all this Gucci on, you’ve been warned
Packing heat like two LeBrons
And my crew is strong as Cali kush
It keep you (higher than heaven’s arms)

[Verse 1: Game]
Gucci in my closet, pardon my head
Pardon my French, but I’m on my Nas shit, off with your head
Off with your bitch, she offered me head, I offered her dick
Slid my black card at the reception, now we off in the Ritz
I’m rolling this kush, she coughing and shit
Freak bitch named Jada love the LOX, I got her talkin’ to Kiss
Got my hands behind my head, now she all in the splits
Dick must be good ‘cause now she in Boston with bricks
Got a text on my iPhone, she caught with my shit
Off with a ten, she took it ‘cause she’s far from a snitch
Hold her mama and her daddy down, got a sister at Georgetown
Paying her tuition so she ain’t gotta be strippin’
It’s money so I ain’t trippin’, this bullshit get printed
Them banks get scoped out, black cars get rented
My Gucci suit tailored, my fade get tapered
You get sent to your maker, fuckin’ around with my paper, cuz I...

[Hook]

[Verse 2: Game]
Hard bottom Ferragamos, IQ too much for mediocre convo
I know a Farrakhan though, three-story condo
IPod shuffling between Common, Jay Electronica and Bono
Armado, the last words of Paul Castellano
Nothin’ but endless paper and bitches for niggas I know
Smokin’ Cheeba, feeding divas McDonald’s
All the way in Milano, ashin’ out Cohibas
Fuckin’ in that blue Aventador, the nose like Gonzo
Let a bitch get a breather, then she back hittin’ high notes
Throwin’ Louis luggage at dealerships, fuck a car note
15’s in everything, beating like Harpo
Rolling purple like Harpo, bitches by the car load
They wana see Prince, I’m pulling strings like Carlos
Santana, now we in Magic, Atlanta
Wipin’ Ciroc off my Loubi’s with my Gucci bandana, cuz I...

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Game]
Kanye with Kim now, I’m happy for that nigga
Disrespect him or his wifey, I'll slap you for that nigga
Grew up listenin’ to Pac, now I’m rappin’ for that nigga
My brother been dead 20 years, I’m trappin’ for that nigga
God Flow like Pusha n‘em, rose Phantom pushin’ ‘em
Splittin’ Louisville Sluggers open, puttin’ kush in ‘em
Ain’t forgot about the Twin Towers, I blame Bush for them
Obama can’t speak on it ‘cause the government’s shushin’ him
But that’s my nigga though, still stackin’ figures
So one day I’m top 5 and I can politic with Jigga though
I was just trying to Blueprint myself behind Jigga, though
And all them old disses, yo, bullshit, Thibodeau
He be where the Summer be, I be where the Winter go
Tomahawk the Bugatti, Florida State Seminole
I’m out here tryna win a penant though
Never thought I’d be legendary, but fuck it I’m in it so

[Hook]

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Game - Scared Now Lyrics (ft. Meek Mill)

Scared Now Lyrics
by Game Ft. Meek Mill

[Hook]
Who the fuck scared now?
Look who the fuck fed now
Had to hit him with the shotty nigga
Another dead fucking body nigga

Gangsters, this is how we roll
Jesus Piece, and it's out of gold
Versace polo and a pound of dro
Hop in that Ghost, and it's adios

Who the fuck scared now?
Who the fuck scared now?

[Verse 1]
Chased that nigga down, put him on worldstar
Bitch nigga got away, in his girl's car
Put that pussy on the net like a pornstar
Another weenie with bread, he a corndog
Put 3 holes in his head, like a bowling ball
I'm out the gutter switching lanes in a stolen car
Fuck the feds, cause a nigga got a murder charge
Fuck it though, got the cover of the murder dog
I dress up like the pizza man, load the desert eagle and
I don't just hit ya team, I wet the whole bleachers, damn
Specialize in the murder game
Documentary shit, back to Hurricane
Now tell a nigga

[Hook]

[Verse 2]
I'm the most feared rap nigga
Like a Just Blaze beat, i'll clap niggas
This ain't a Just Blaze beat, this ain't wrapped nigga
Voletta Wallace lost her son to a gat nigga
What if I told y'all I know who killed Biggie dog?
I ain't no snitch but if I did it ain't no biggie dog
Cause that's Biggie dog
All that's coming out the mouth of the nigga you used to know as being 50's dog
But I got tired of being 50's dog
Had to break my chain and cut that nigga 50 off
Whole team celebrating, label on my dick hard
Interscope asking "would I take 50's call"
Hello? Put up 10 mill for a real nigga
Drop this joint album and we'll kill niggas
G-Unit!

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Meek Mill]
All these niggas claiming they OG, my young boys will murder them
Cold shooters, that 16, and they ain't ever even heard of them
I slide through, I get a bird of them
And they drive through, and they serving them
These niggas talking that beef shit, I put bread on it, no burger bun
We walk up in this bitch like "what?"
Rollie on my wrist lights up
Told these niggas "can't do it like us"
Ciroc boy, and I do it like Puff
With 100 bottles, 100 models
No twitter, we come to follow
Straight shots and no Moscato
I fuck them hoes, don't give a fuck bout em
Now tell me who's scared now?
Shots fired, man down
Dead bodies get found
That chopper clip spits rounds
And real niggas get murdered
Top dogs get it first
He came to me in that Benz
And he left from here in a hearse
Woah!

[Hook]

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Game - Can’t Get Right Lyrics (ft. K. Roosevelt)

Cant Get Right Lyrics
by Game Ft. K. Roosevelt

[Verse 1: Game]
I bumped Ether, bumped Takeover
Seein' Jay and Nas on stage was hip-hop's makeover
And that very day you knew niggas was born
Tyler the Creators, Drake, J. Coles, and Big Seans
Time for the world to pay homage
Bow to the rap Gods or them K's vomit
Fuck you know about Dipset you little dipshit
If you ain't fuck, then you ain't get your dick wet
I see your little chain
I see your little dreads, tryin' to be a Lil Wayne, shit
I used to wanna be a little Hov
Started with a little rock, got me a little stove
Made a little money, bought me a little Rov'
Paid cash money like I was from Hollygrove
Sold ten mill, everybody know my name now
Thinkin' back, it's a motherfuckin' shame how
Biggie got killed and Pac got murked
Sometimes I gotta step in the church, cause I ain't tryin' to go to hell
As the blood spills from my pen
It's time to confess my sins, cause I ain't tryin' to go to hell
I smoke weed, pop pills, but I'm thinkin' it's time for me to chill
Cause I ain't tryin' to go to hell
I'm tryin' to get some head tonight, have a stripper in my bed tonight
But I ain't tryin' to go to hell

[Hook: K. Roosevelt]
Father forgive me, cause I ain't perfect
No, no no no
Why is everything wrong?
Oh I can't get it right, I always try to get it right

[Verse 2: Game]
Dre promised me records, I never got 'em
That's why I had nightmares that a nigga shot him
For all my albums missed records
Felt he shitted on me for Kendrick, recorded diss records
And Kendrick, my nigga, put him on his first mixtape
I pop champagne when I heard he was with Dre
And I'm tellin' y'all this true story cause I'm real
Dre, first time, hearing 'bout it, wonder how he feel
Cause I feel like shit severin' the relationship
The only doctor I knew to make all of his patients rich
Snoop, Pac, Em, 50
Me, K. Dot, watch us do a 360
Plus The Documentary saved me from penitentiaries
I ain't trippin', niggas been disloyal for centuries
Finally got the crown, this motherfucker meant for me
Funny how you do your top 5's and don't mention me
Fuck 'em all

[Hook: K. Roosevelt]
Father forgive me, cause I ain't perfect
No, no no no
Why is everything wrong?
Oh I can't get it right, I always try to get it right

[Break: K. Roosevelt]
See I been spendin' these late nights
On girls I never seen gettin'
Constantly intoxicated
Only God could save me, yeah
With 'em by the sunrise
One day everyone dies
That's the way the story goes
But now, I can't feel my heart
But I just keep ridin', ridin'
Feel so numb, numb, oh yeah

[Hook: K. Roosevelt]
Father forgive me, cause I ain't perfect
No, no no no
Why is everything wrong?
Oh I can't get it right, I always try to get it right

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Game - Pray Lyrics (ft. J. Cole & JMSN)

Pray Lyrics
by Game Ft. J. Cole & JMSN

[Verse 1: Game]
She got on tights with the leather skin
She a rockstar, bring the heavy metal in
Girl shaped like a coke bottle, Medellín
In love with her ’til she wouldn’t let the devil in
She pop pills like medicine
She probably gon’ die, it’s startin’ to be evident
I told her, “Slow down, girl you’re heaven-sent”
I’m a thug but I got a heart like Kev in there
And I can’t let this girl throw her life away
Kick the door in the room and told her to put the knife away
Took her to the hospital like right away
She a angel with demons, the girl like night and day
Stressed out, parents getting divorced
Girl love ‘em both, she ain’t tryin’ to sit in court
She a square so it’s hard to see the angle
And that’s why God gave her an guardian angel, it’s me
And I’m here for her, swear to God that I’m here for her
Last nigga got her caught up in the airport
She ain’t had no pride, so she went and did a year for him
She a ride-or-die, like Eve and them
Make home-cooked meals every evening
Start stripping on the side, now I’m tipping on the side
Love life like Joselin and Stevie and them
Am I wrong for being the best that I can to her
Takin’ her son and tryin’ to be a man to him
She don’t wanna pray, but I told her put her hands to it
I done came a long way from that tan Buick
Yeah, grandmother would be proud of me
Almost got the devil all the way the fuck out of me
Remember momma knockin’ on the door H.A.M
Then he bought her a car and a crib even though she doubted me

[Break: JSMN & Game]
When I wake up every day
Even though she doubted me
I thank the lord that we are safe
Even though she doubted me
Again, yeah
Even though she doubted me
That’s why we pray for me
That’s my momma and I love her with my heart like I love you
If you strugglin’, baby daddy ain’t takin’ care of the kids girl
You can get a hug too
I’m here whenever you need me
Gon’ reach out, it’s that easy
I love women, cause without women
Wouldn’t none of us niggas be breathin’
So let’s

[Hook: Game & J Cole]
Pray, bow your head
Pray, bow your head
Pray, bow your head
Pray, bow your head
Pray, bow your head
Pray, bow your head
Pray, bow your head
Pray, bow your head

[Verse 2: J Cole]
Cole, good girl at heart I remember you well I remember you well
Got a husband and kid, but I flirt
Hope you do a little dirt cause I’m diggin’ you still
That’s real, but na you don’t text back
And deep down I respect that
Cause even though a nigga wanna tap that shit
I don’t wanna be the one to wreck that shit, so
So I fall back, yeah go buy I got more plaques
Just to call from you tellin’ me you miss me
And you wanna see me next time the tour’s back, damn
Well what changed then?
She tellin’ me a nigga had her caged in
Every time she think about me on the road
She be cryin’ realizin’ all the places that she ain’t been
Well it’s cool, I’ll pick you up
Hold you down, lift you up
These other niggas try and fuck
I’m the only one who cut and still came back to stitch you up
So we fuck, say what?
You ain’t been home lately, you ain’t heard that nigga
A man left cause she cheated on his ass
Found her pills in a bag, yo she burned that nigga
She burned that nigga
Say what? She burned that nigga
Say what? She burned that nigga
Dog, she burned that nigga
He beat her ass in the crib
Then he went and did a bid all cause a bitch burned that nigga
Now dog, that’s real ass shit
That’s word around the ville ass shit
Get the strap up, get the strap up
Please tell me that you strapped up nigga
We could kill that bitch if you want to
I’m cool, I strapped up, played by the rules, damn
While I’m sittin’ here blessed, she at the crib all alone and she stressed
So nigga I

Pray, bow your head
Pray, bow your head
Pray, bow your head
Pray, bow your head
Pray, bow your head
Pray, bow your head
Pray, bow your head
Pray, bow your head

[Outro: JMSN]
When I wake up every day
I thank the lord that we are safe
Again, yeah
That’s why we pray for me
When I wake up every day
I thank the lord that we are safe
Amen, ooo
That’s why you should pray for me
That’s why you should pray

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Game - Church Lyrics (ft. King Chip & Trey Songz)

Church Lyrics
by Game (Ft. King Chip & Trey Songz)

[Hook: Game]
I'm tryin' to go to church
Get some chicken wings, after that hit the strip club
See my hoes, TWERK!
See bad girls be at the strip club
Good girls, they be in CHURCH!
Always wonder why my grandmother
Try to get me to go to CHURCH!
Please Lord forgive me, I'm bout to take niggas to CHURCH!

[Verse 1: Game]
Christian Louboutins, they're my best friends
I'm bout to put these bitches to the test then
What ya callin' spikes?
What color that box?
Is that a white bag in it?
Yea? No? Hold up. Stop
You ain't bout that life (bout that life)
You ain't bout that life
You don't bounce that ass like, "Oh Lord!"
Then climb back up the pole to meet Christ
Saturday night, she twerkin it for a real nigga
These niggas hatin', I hate them niggas
Make me wanna bring back Tommy Hilfiger
I'm in love wit' a stripper, Quotin' the nigga T-Pain
Said I love dem' strippers, word to my nigga 2 Chainz
Got a leather Ferrari, Eddie Murphy pants
Ya strippin? Go on twerk it then, cause' after this...

[Hook]

[Bridge: Trey Songz (and Game)]
I know this ain't the first night
Go on girl, just do your thang
Don't be actin' shy
Take a sip and just do it babe
Sittin here all night (just do it for me)
Don't waste no time girl (just do it for me)
Girl I pray that, me and you lay down
Come on baby, lay down, go on, lay down
Sooner or later, sooner or later
The way you move that ass ?
Go on, baby, lay down
(CHURCH!) Thicker than a Bible
(CHURCH!) I need it for survival
(CHURCH!) Lord save me!
(CHURCH!) Poppin' bands for my baby

[Verse 2: Game]
I'mma crucify that pussy
I'mma nail it here, I'mma nail it there
I'mma mail it here, I'mma mail it there
Doin' all this sippin' Belvedere
Gotta sheriff here and a baliff here
All we missin is a judge
One night with a random bitch, and she'll burn your ass like a rug
Real niggas gon' say that, real niggas don't play that
Real nigga'll take a basic bitch, then close the trunk of that Maybach
Open the trunk to that Maybach, roll the bitch in that water
Conscience start gettin the best of you, gotta pull a ho outta that water
Try to make some sense of it, tell a ho she got baptized
Put a couple hundreds in her Trues, tell a ho to get her act right
Bands a make her dance, bands a make her dance
Red bottoms will make her fuck. You broke niggas don't stand a chance
CHURCH!

[Hook] + [Bridge]

[Verse 3: King Chip]
King Chip, eastside Cleveland ghetto mogul
You say, "Damn, you livin like that?"
I say, "Bitch, I told you."
Sunday mornin, extra clean, get these bitches off of him
I'mma roll through your hood, and collect my offering
Seen her wit a group of friends, damn she got the best butt
Then she turned around, lookin like Morris Chestnut
Aww, hell no, God damn. What the fuck?
Even though shit a nigga still might fuck..
You can be my "Plan C", just in case my "A" and "B" can't cut
Guess what? A nigga so fresh to death, I'm decomposin'
I just copped a dope ass condo, just to keep some hoes in
What I'm gon' do with all these racks?
Damn, what she gonna do with all that ass?
That baby oil is Holy Water
Ever met a young nigga with too much cash?
Her baby daddy live by my words
Damn, she cold, she got them curves
Double parked outside of the club
Niggas like, "Damn, nigga got some nerves"
Smokin these L's in the pulpit
With OG Chuck in the cool bitch
Got ten thousand all in ones cause, damn, that ass is stupid (Haha!)

[Bridge]

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2 Chainz - G.O.O.D. Morning Lyrics

G.O.O.D. Morning Lyrics
by 2 Chainz

[Hook]
Im getting this nigga in the morning
He gon takin even chiefin' just too long way
He see me in the evening, wanna catch all these feelings
Well let me be the first to get mine, Ohh!

[1st verse] 2 Chainz
Yeah!
Okay im chillin' in my camo
Flippin' through the channels
On my good music shit
My logo's a lambo
Four doors of ammo
This ammunition im pitching
Will make your body, switch another postion
Listen, my weed loud
Fuck her and speed off
Tell em I bare arms
Im cuttin my sleeves off
Lettin my tats show
And I sag my pants
Im letting my ass show
Im hot as tabasco
I study, Castro
Yeah, my plug from cuba
Inside the car is like a damn computer
Inside the crib is like a damn museum
You ain't seen these before
You better get em on film
Tryin to take these fat pockets
Man your chances are slim
Disrespect: you stomp em out, man give em a Tim
You ain't did what I did
See I know Im a win
And they dont have slow-motion so I did it again
Woah!

[Hook]
Im getting this nigga in the morning
He gon takin even chiefin' just too long way
He see me in the evening, wanna catch all these feelings
Well let me be the first to get mine, Ohh!

[Verse 2] 2 Chainz
Okay im sitting on the plane
Flying over graves
Im so high, nigga I could talk to rain
My outfits insane, ain't that evident?
My chain had another chain like it was pregnant
My favorite dish is turkey lasagna
Even my pajamas designer
She got a fat ass I make her rewind
Back seat so big I press recline
Got a dirty sprite in my cup holder
Rappers like road kill
They Get run over, they get done over
Its just one solider
This flow will make you fall like its October
Me and your girl, nigga opposite of sober
Celine Paris chain charm look like a cobra
Young Casanova, Baby Romeo
I got my girl geeked, she look like she from Tokyo

[Hook]
Im getting this nigga in the morning
He gon takin even chiefin' just too long way
He see me in the evening, wanna catch all these feelings
Well let me be the first to get mine, Ohh!

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M.I.A. - atTENTion Lyrics

atTENTion Lyrics
by M.I.A.

Hey, hey, hey

[atTENTiiooon]

The fullest attempt in my intent is to let you know what is important
My existence is militant cause my content bangs like it’s potent
Distant to the pollutant, never hesitant, always consistent
I back it up, yeah I’m very blatant
Don’t try to copy this cause I patent
Runnin on the streets causing tentsions
Running through, running through, running through
Runnin on the streets causing tentsions

Hey, hey, hey - atTENTion!!!!
Hey, hey, hey - atTENTion!!!!

Got to see my life from a distance
For instance, my friends say I act tense
I’m a refugee from a yellow brick tent
Past TENT present TENT and future TENT
Above all is a long walk like a sentence
And its intent breaches its instant
We go the distance to presidents
Throw atTENTion about my tent

Things fall on my head like we’re mutant
So don't drop that ball on that ????
We’re aliens but we’re not mutant
We tent after tent - a camp tent
There’s 36 chambers in my Wu tent
We slang tent in benitent (?)
While you dancing in your Loubou pant
We be makin tent, out ya curTENT

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Soulja Boy - Molly With That Lean Lyrics

Molly With That Lean Lyrics
by Soulja Boy

Soulja, Soulja
Ohh, on the b, OH PUT THE B
And I got to drink
we know I do my thing, money game

[Hook:]
On the B picked all my barely keys,
you stay lacking and I put her on the B
molly with that lean, rolling through the streets,
bitch I’ll do my thing, bitch I’ll do my thing.
On the B picked all my barely keys,
you stay lacking and I put her on the B
molly with that lean, rolling through the streets,
bitch I’ll do my thing, bitch I’ll do my thing.

Molly with that lean rolling through the streets
man I do my thing, thing boy I stake, boy I stake
boy you know I’m packing, yall boys playing
pull up in that poor, like what you really sayin,
do this every day day, do this all the time, time
now I’m on my hustle, man I’m on my grind
in a big time, say I’m in a big time I’m in a big leash,
oh no so you stay, and you in the VIP
oh man I’m in the streets, man I’m in your f*cking girl
take her to the crib, molly roll, molly roll
with that lean, with that lean, with that smoke, with that smoke
I’m on the yacht, I’m on above

[Hook:]

With that lean lean, molly with that lean
molly with the lean, molly with the lean,
molly with the lean, molly with the lean
with that lean, with that lean,
molly with that lean, lean
molly with that lean

On the B, strugglin out the club
stumbling looking for my keys, keys
hapt inside the Porsche swerving almost free
rolex on my wrist so let’s hole it up if you pay pay
it’s rolex game game
it’s what I play, I pull her lover 20 racks in my pocket
my pocket, what I’m running with the lean like I’m fossy, fossy
again again, yeah money and you niggas can’t stop it, stop it,
you can’t stop it, can’t stop it,
say I’m a king, I’m a king
all the girls in the club say I’m clean, say I’m clean
and wake up in the morning do my thing, do my thing
and your girlfriend right here she on a bin, she on a bin
she on a bin, molly with the lean lean, with the lean
molly with the lean, with the lean
molly with the lean, molly with the lean
molly with the lean, molly with the lean
molly with the lean, molly with the lean

[Hook:]

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DJ Scream - Blow 2.0 (Remix) Lyrics

Blow 2.0 (Remix) Lyrics
by DJ Scream Ft. Future, Ludacris & Juicy J

Blow that kush like a counter block
Blow that mone like a counter block
Blow that kush like a counter block

[Hook]
I got brick bout on me right now, I blow it
40 racks stuffed down in my denim, I blow it
Take the gram of kush and roll it in a blunt, I blow it
What I spend a day you spend it in a month, yeah I blow it, cause
Blow that money like I count it
Blow that kush like I count it, blow
Blow that money like I count it
Blow that kush like I count it,

Put the vergo 4, I got that in my coat
Say 35 rack, you 35 rack?
I can buy a kilo,
Put the gucci scollie on,
Let me take a little better
Stuff the cash in my denim
Blowing racks on belt, blowing racks on ay
All the jewels I make, I need to go mill
I’m first place
All the song I play, go to mill a better
I’m bout the strongest though, I drink the strongest lean
When I hit the scene, you see the racks and jeans
Think I printed it up like a copy machine
Y’all niggas for gave it, tryina copy my team

I blow them bands, like celophane
Stay chasing paper, like a taliban
I’m free band, la familia, my family
I got benjamins, talking to…them

[Hook]
I got brick bout on me right now, I blow it
40 racks stuffed down in my denim, I blow it
Take the gram of kush and roll it in a blunt, I blow it
What I spend a day you spend it in a month, yeah I blow it, cause
Blow that money like I count it
Blow that kush like I count it, blow
Blow that money like I count it
Blow that kush like I count it,

Just bought a 4 58, cost 300 hunned racks
Ludacris I’m a legend, so I still drive in my act
Till 2 years off, just to raise my cup
We’re behind a fucking mill, niggas can’t keep up
What you making in a year, I blow it in a week
Just built a guest house, 3000 square feet
Everythang go to waist, too much money in the way
Got a bball court, nigga don’t even play
What the fuck I got enough, we the fill 100 000 blunts
While the playground at the crib, my daughter played on that shit once
Got a safe filled up with dirty money like Helena
Got a tennis court rotten cause it’s waiting for Selena

[Hook]
I got brick bout on me right now, I blow it
40 racks stuffed down in my denim, I blow it
Take the gram of kush and roll it in a blunt, I blow it
What I spend a day you spend it in a month, yeah I blow it, cause
Blow that money like I count it
Blow that kush like I count it, blow
Blow that money like I count it
Blow that kush like I count it,

Bank account filled, bank rolls peeled
Flexin on camo baby this shit real
I’m in the hills and I’m popping these seals
I got white hoes just like seal
Life’s so real, place bets by the mills
I’m stunting these chicks wipe my ass with the deals
Walk up in the club with a chick like ellie
I’m posted at the bar, can I get a refill?
10 bottles of jim, what you gonn freeze,
Big booty bitches shake they ass for the rent
Black bent, black tent, kush so loud you can smell the scent
All this cash all real and shit, feds ain’t got no evidence
Zans of money my medicine, 20 years balling that’s veteran
Gotta get your bands up,
Juicy get the sack like santa
In a white range rove with the cannons
Livin like tony montana
Balling like an athlete, and I ain’t play one game
Let me set the scene, 30 racks on one chain

[Hook]
I got brick bout on me right now, I blow it
40 racks stuffed down in my denim, I blow it
Take the gram of kush and roll it in a blunt, I blow it
What I spend a day you spend it in a month, yeah I blow it, cause
Blow that money like I count it
Blow that kush like I count it, blow
Blow that money like I count it
Blow that kush like I count it.

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Raekwon - 86 Lyrics (ft. Altrina Renee)

86 Lyrics
by Raekwon ft. Altrina Renee

Okay okay okay
I see her, I see that
turn me up, turn me up,
give me some juices, give me some juices, kid
come on, listen!

Le’ts go, man for real
Hey yo, hey yo,
wood green jacket in the clapper
catch me as I’m in the city with the stretch porn actress
grabbin a thong, the life gives me alone
rich nigga way back, bitch do John
why would you ever wanna be here
guns bigger than me here,
I’m like the sin..be here,
while I’ll be first the pimp ferocious,
guns are scotian everybody know I float like oceans,
trap little pieces, how we’re gonna eat this,
I walk around fly high, tell me could..
and my lady a well known designer who fell in line with me
and all she do is sell a LB
we in the grown house, the trees look alone
I build the dutch master train..relax you’re home,
and watch your car mellow and the mix go in,
I’m playing my square I’m in the front road
my bitch roll in, that’s not wifey,
that’s a lover, she gave me some top,
but how we met, you were a..she was alone with my brother,
giving 20 years better than good dick, play in my senses
they strong like old man intentions,
when the time rocking the fox, hangin with Bruno Mars the locks
stand you nose as pops, we’re getting honeys, rap pack click in my canny
blowin to hell, ocean’s 11 it’s money,
lost stays coolin on them horses,
pop or alone, long..them Porsches,
maxing king everything Gucci,
just like the suits I play Saturday to stay in jacuzzies
brother man I’m floating the mother lands and came back with
..rap the side brother, and the bands hangin in the corner schmitz
doing my old G thing slangin some things in the mix.

I’ll be flying to the islands when it’s cold outside,
patchin first guess it hurts, ..matchin that cards
bout my life living right baby, others than me
life’s good either way, as long as you’re in this,
yeah, y’all be easy, shall be easy, word up next year man,
you can have it man, the old year you heard,
it’s 20 years of rap nigga, goes pasionally,
logistically, scientifically, it’s real,
how you seem to want, you already know,
that we ain’t stop, we ain’t never gonna stop
real, real, real, real

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Vado - The Awards Lyrics

The Awards Lyrics
by Vado

[Verse 1: Vado]

YSL Duffle be my carry on, YSL buckle just to carry chrome (uh huh)
Watching niggas hustle, ya'll could carry on (I see you)
You cannon's in the crib like Mariah Carey home (whoo)
My girls ex is a kingpin,(uh huh) so you know me I told her get them things then,(haaaaa)
Like no lie give him 45 he bring 10, I mean when cause right now downtowns where them fiends been (real shit)
Time to turn up, thats your word nigga word up,(uh huh) have a seat hang your murm up,(yeahh)
Roll some weed let it burn up (yeahhh) guarauntee we can earn up,(yeahhh)
Any beef that you heard of, let me know I got enough shooters my Steven Kerr up (wassup)
Uh that port will spur off on some bullshit, my niggas stand out and dont rap on some shug shit (slime)
I see your hand out but dont dap thats some bullshit, same time your hungry watch me feed him with this full clip (yeahh)

[Hook]

Yo while ya'll was at the BET awards, I was was cooking up, fire high heating up the raw (haaaaaaa)
They talk fly but wasn't speaking up before, red carpet, suit, tie, sneaker strings is on the floor, (huhhhhhhh)
While ya'll was at the BET awards, I waz cookin up, fire high heating up the raw (haaaaa)
They talk fly but wasn't speaking up before,(nahhh) red carpet, suit, tie, sneaker strings is on the floor (huhhhhhh)

[Verse 2: Vado]

Look I tried though,(I tried though) im fried yo,(huhh) 45 on me ducking 5-0 (wasssup)
Its real in the field, think I dont know? (I know) feds got enough pics to make a slideshow (yes)
Uh when the pictures fall shit hits the fan,(wordd) thay ain't flicking no more they on instagram (haaa)
No banks after 4 I had to switch the plan, ( I did) if you my dog you my dog lets not pretend we fam (please)
You get around of applause and I dont mean with hands (huhhh) my niggas down for the cause and they dont need a hand (slimeee)
Red dot on your flag and I dont mean japan (word) I pop eyes and for that spinach I squeeze the can Blam
Cartoon niggas,(uh huh) strip you for money, jewels your car too nigga, (gimme that)
Pinned him up from his shoes in a dark room nigga, sketch him up with the tool like its art school nigga (nigga)

[Hook]

Yo while ya'll was at the BET awards, I was was cooking up, fire high heating up the raw (haaaaaaa)
They talk fly but wasn't speaking up before, red carpet, suit, tie, sneaker strings is on the floor, (huhhhhhhh)
While ya'll was at the BET awards, I waz cookin up, fire high heating up the raw (haaaaa)
They talk fly but wasn't speaking up before,(nahhh) red carpet, suit, tie, sneaker strings is on the floor (huhhhhhh)

[Verse 3: Vado]

Look his numbers 48 got him for 42 (yes), first 48 they shot him on 40 duece, (times square)
Hope shorty straight he moved about 40 through,(I know) he let the 40 spray but them niggas had 40s too (whoo)
Since a quarter two been moving caine from the bench,(uhh) on the move only know the names through the prints (vado)
CL black same paint on the rims, chanel snapback gold chain on the brim, (yes)
Gazelles match that rocking pharrell napsack,(uh huhh) gat strapped nose on ur windshield tap tap, (haaaaa)
Its a fact that grinding is where you lack at, a stack stack ain't enough you'll be up in the trap trap

[Hook]

Yo while ya'll was at the BET awards, I was was cooking up, fire high heating up the raw (haaaaaaa)
They talk fly but wasn't speaking up before, red carpet, suit, tie, sneaker strings is on the floor, (huhhhhhhh)
While ya'll was at the BET awards, I waz cookin up, fire high heating up the raw (haaaaa)
They talk fly but wasn't speaking up before,(nahhh) red carpet, suit, tie, sneaker strings is on the floor (floor)

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Mystikal - Hit Me Lyrics

Hit Me Lyrics
by Mystikal

what the fuck was that?
what man? i don’t know what’s up
and what a fuck did you miss?
came by the people, came by to hit me
double me that you missed
i’m the one you’ve been missing and wishing
for listen! (alright!)
all commands will be going from the goddamn town
i’m the mind strong (too bad)
i’m the nigga with the stick in his bitch (oh yeah)
i reined it, conducted it, direct it
and the other fucking names you can think of (hit me)
i got drums and shit, tons, tons and shit
i got congos and bongos and get all the ..
hit it, hit it, hit it!

wow, wow, wow
even the white people send up in this mother fucking…
and you do not say wow!
you hear that helen?
he’s standing up, that felon
i’d love to get my hands on those acapella
that nigga sick, i’m slicker than earl on the belly
we’re one to one
me and a bad villain like elvis costello
we go together like stink and smelling
tummy and belly, peanut butter jelly! (hit it!)
that’s some.. your models say that’s my crew, yeah
fuck the dumb shit, kill ‘em with the drum kick
give it to the nigga with the drum stick
hit it!

i’m spinning on a record like an acrobat
you can’t stop me cause it’s something that i’m natural at
even in the wake of my aftermath, i catch you bitches
i’m losing my alphabet!
and people, see the bitches?
(hit it, hit it, hit it!)
you can tell and get money behind the line and up
no bitches! ostr, hit it!
but when i’ll lead them, they’ll be wanting like them monicas
where the diamonds, madonnas, designers, iguanas,
rihanna, vaginas, piranha, hit it!
i’ll get you all to be calling names
saying bitches and hoes cause it’s all the same
what’s up with all the rappers, always getting all the blame
is really cause the niggas are off the chain (hit it)
chica pound, chica pound pound
twitter up, i got some for the round, round
black man, put your mother fucking crown on
put your fucking benz up, bam break it down now!

what?
even the white people sit in this mother fucking
without nothing to say
what? look out, judy? that goddamn benz pretty groove!
i bet you two bumps on my ass..
hit it!
never had a… with the rhythm of my…
please don’t stumble like elephant..
i’m the greatest, i’m pretty
i open line in the jungle
..to the god damn hospital!
mumble, young man rumble!
..to fucking losers
they pissed me off, and we gonna knock you guys off
i’mma run through you!

baby, baby, baby, baby hit me!
say it pa! i’m looking, i’m loud!
say it pa! i’m looking, i’m loud!
you gotta give homage
so brother number one, james brown, ain’t nobody do it better
hit it!..
hit it, hit it, hit it!

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Donnis - White Girl Lyrics

White Girl Lyrics
by Donnis

donnis, donnis
donnis, donnis
white girls speaking spanish from columbia
tongue kissing till i’m numb, yeah we’re going dumb!
i love my white girl from columbia
and i know i ain’t the only one!
let ‘em meat marry jane, had a three some
good sex all night in my kingdom
yeah, i made a bitch bite, no refund
wanna fuck my wife? girl, better bring some!
swear i got my life, would never be the same again
… i bought my lady friend
shot gun running, momma say the…
put that ass in the heels and i pay the rent
my pair is embarrassed,
can’t wait to take her to paris
all those bitches i was…
they will never take a trip to aspen
will never hit the slopes with a real nigga
i swear to god your daddy was a dope dealer
i never let you go, not for no nigga
i swear to god your daddy was a dope dealer!

chorus:
my white girl, i was in the..
my white girl, i was in the..
my white girl, i was in the..
my white girl, i was in the..
you’re a pretty mother fucker, pretty little bitch
you’re a pretty mother fucker, pretty little bitch
you’re a pretty mother fucker, pretty, pretty motherfucker

take top and a gold watch
me and all my niggas on whole watch
came through with the bangers with the gold…
pamela anderson nigga, welcome to baywatch
flip flops and the attitude
suck my dick, bitch that’s how i show your gratitude
i wanna have you chilling in the worst way
burning trees and the leaves, fuck earth day!
the internet, the only time we’re surfing
all… let me..
hit the bank with the currency diversion
give the bitch a good portion of my earnings
best surgeons, only been caught once
nose job, blow job, bitch don’t..
you’re with it, i’m with it
you get it, we live it
the vision is vivid, i’m talking expensive!
vote for a real nigga and a winner
lay you in a… i’m a winner
i’ll never let you go, not for no nigga
i swear to god your daddy was a dope dealer!

chorus:
my white girl, i was in the..
my white girl, i was in the..
my white girl, i was in the..
my white girl, i was in the..
you’re a pretty mother fucker, pretty little bitch
you’re a pretty mother fucker, pretty little bitch
you’re a pretty mother fucker, pretty, pretty motherfucker

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Pusha T - Blocka Lyrics (ft. Popcaan & Travis Scott)

Blocka Lyrics
by Pusha T Ft. Popcaan & Travis Scott

[intro: popcaan]
this type of shit happen everyday
all of them that talk hard softer than clay
none of them have the guts to rise it and spray
none of them have the guts to bust the sk

[hook: travis scott]
i got diamonds on my blocka
servin’ to my flocka
yeah, that’s my flocka
to my flocka
pray to lord on my shotta
she be poppin’
yeah, that’s my flocka

[verse 1]
all praise to the most high on both sides
i pray to god, i pray for hard; i won’t lie
multi ‘cuz i’m dope-tied, convo and a boat ride
rental cars for the whole month, drop porsche money, no co-sign
yeah, my records ain’t got to sell, nigga (whoo!)
go diamond off of my cell, nigga
give a fuck what you sells
that chance come, i take mine
i ball hard and you bench ride, so fuck you and yo’ baseline
no soundscan for a bricklayer
square nigga, you a brick hater
we see a bitch, you fall in love; i fall back ‘cuz my bitch date her
where i’m from we go crazy with them choppas
sellin’ dope, going diamond on my blocka

[hook]

[verse 2]
welcome to my blocka, take a look at my world
diamonds on my blocka, all we got is white girl
all we got is choppas, all you hear is choppas
all we see is choppas, that spotlight on my blocka
dopeboy to the rescue, bad bitches get the best view
lotta money just floatin’ round; all dem hoes feelin’ special
i know the rent due; fuck me right and it’s sent through
third time you done used the line; god damn, she a pimp, too
teamwork makes the dream work; all my niggas done seen work
all my niggas ain’t make it through; so much death that my dreams hurt
where i’m from we go crazy with them choppas
sellin’ dope, going diamond on my blocka

[hook]

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Gucci Mane - GuWop Nigga Lyrics (ft. Trinidad James)

GuWop Nigga Lyrics
by Gucci Mane (Ft. Trinidad James)

[Intro: Gucci Mane]

Holdin’ up
Holdin’ holdin’ holdin’ up
Holdin’ holdin’ holdin’ up
Holdin’ holdin’ holdin’ up

Holdin’ up
Holdin’ holdin’ holdin’ up
Holdin’ up
Holdin’ holdin’ holdin’ up

[Verse 1: Gucci Mane]

My main bitch, her anklet
‘Bout the same size of a ankle marcher
If a diva late one time I’mma put her ass on probation
I’mma give her two scratches
She’s a fuckin’ good woman, I’mma give her a life
I’mma walk by shinin’ with a bitch
Aye, say I had enough in my life
I got 80 chains, I got 100 rings
And a nigga can’t take my ice
Caught a murder charge, but I beat the shit
‘Cause a nigga tried to take my life
I’m a millionaire, but I’m a country boy
And my right hand man got a Tonka toy
I sell, charge, I’m servin’ boy
Major saver, I’m the golden boy
And I serve the pass like Lawyer Milloy
Poppin’ and poppin’ and poppin’ the shit
Talkin’ that shit, now you shot in the head
Rich Squad niggas don’t shoot in the leg
Shouts to our fallen, I ball till I fall, and
The neighbors don’t talk ‘cause the neighbors are scared
A white girl, a black girl, a hell of a mix
Rollin’ up kush while they suckin’ my dick
On my chain is a tag team
All my niggas gettin’ money
You can get tied, then tagged then
Me and your freak’ll start fuckin’
Got two choppers, it’s a tag team
Four bad bitches and it’s all to me
Had to break into like ten houses
To ride on these 9x17s
Oops, my fault, that’s your team’s line
I ain’t have time, I was grindin’ real hard
People goin’ crazy, and my mama goin’ crazy
But belive it or not, bitch, I gotta thank the Lord
Ballin’ so hard when I came out of jail
Now I’mma get a scene and weigh the doja up
Sippin’ on lean ‘til I throw up
What you want to be when you grow up?

[Hook: Gucci Mane]

GuWop GuWop GuWop, nigga
All these hoes screamin’ GuWop, nigga
GuWop GuWop GuWop, nigga
All these hoes screamin’ GuWop, nigga
GuWop GuWop GuWop, nigga
GuWop GuWop GuWop, nigga
GuWop GuWop GuWop, nigga
All these hoes screamin’ GuWop, nigga

[Verse 2: Gucci Mane]

Y’all scooted in my team
Flockaveli that’s my shooter
R.I.P to my nigga Don
Think about your ass every day
Momma called, said she need some money
Sent her ten bands and it made her smile
Child nude, no shoes
Got to get him those new Trews
Mail your head to your mama
Hide your body in a restaurant
Nigga wasn’t shit anyway
Playin’ around with my awards
Gucci Mane is a cool dude
But a nigga might turn into a werewolf
Got a stash box and it’s all hundreds
Your CEO ain’t worth nothin’
Made a half a mil’ in three weeks
Gucci Mane, I’m a blessed man
I’m a real man, you can’t feel me, man
These fucked niggas keep tryin’ to hold me back
Matter of fact, nigga slow down
When you drivin’ in the ‘Lac, you gon’ spill my ‘Gnac
Like Pinky, nigga, I’m big and black
Rock so many chains it hurt my neck

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Trinidad James]

Trinidad and Gucci Mane
I said Trinidad and Gucci Mane
I’m turnt up, fuck off

Trinidad and Gucci Mane
I said Trinidad and Gucci Mane
I’m turnt up, fuck off

I said Trinidad and Gucci Mane
Trinidad and Gucci Mane

Them pussies they call me Trinidad
Them bad hoes call me TJ
I got a girlfriend in Magic City
And a side bitch in the Blue Flame
Her pussy bomb like bomb like Saddam
Hussein, pussy nigga
Gucci needed me for a verse
Call me up, nigga tap me in
This verse here, I transferred it
These bad bitches they after me
Only buy Molly from rich hoes
‘Cause these broke hoes be taxin’ me
Got a problem with it?
Do somethin’ ‘bout it
Bomb squad like “Hoorah!”
Real niggas call Gucci
But these bitches call “GuWop”

[Hook]

I said Trinidad and Gucci Mane
I’m turnt up, fuck off

I said Trinidad and Gucci Mane,
I’m turnt up, fuck off

I said Trinidad and Gucci Mane,
I’m turnt up, fuck off

I said Trinidad and Gucci Mane,
Trinidad and Gucci Mane…

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Boys Like Girls - Red Cup, Hands Up, Long Brown Hair Lyrics

Red Cup Hands Up Long Brown Hair Lyrics
by Boys Like Girls

Hey hey

Woo

She's full on cello
like a summer night's star
She's the girl some'll date
On the hood of her car
she's a silver screen honey
With a record band's song
Get your heartbeat racing like a ticking time bomb


She likes to rock it with the rag top down
With the radio up
And she's singing out loud
yeah
she likes to party in the middle of the day
She's like can you wear it don't care
Get carried away

Yeah

Chorus:
She's crazy
I don't care
'Cause I'm crazy about the girl with the red cup hands up long brown hair
I can't help it
It's not fair
I'm crazy about the girl with the red cup hands up long brown hair

She likes making a scene everywhere she goes
Watch her paint this town like a Vince Van Gogh
Eenie meenie miney
No you never never no
What's she's gonna do next
With the lights down low

Oh watch her go now

Chorus

She's everything I'm looking for
She's my everything and so much more
She's a natural kind of beauty
Always getting to me
I can't take it anymore

Chorus

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Matt Cardle - Anyone Else Lyrics



Anyone Else Lyrics
by Matt Cardle

Get up I’m ready baby for a little more if you’re feeling it
On top go steady baby, are you ready, are you ready
I know you’re not my lady, oh but I don’t care ‘cos I’m feelin’ it
I know it’s pretty crazy but I want it and you want it

I can’t stand to be with anyone else
Can’t stand it, can’t stand it

To make a little love to you was all I ever really needed
I don’t wanna **** these girls they only bring me down
I wanna look into your eyes and find a way to stay forever, forever
‘Cos I can’t stand to be with anyone else

Get up, get out now baby, you’re not the one I’m not feeling it
You don’t swing the way she swayed me, never ready, never ready
To put it pretty plainly, I miss the love I miss making it
I miss lying with my lady, come and save me, come and save me

I can’t stand to be with anyone else
Can’t stand it, can’t stand it

To make a little love to you was all I ever really needed
I don’t wanna **** these girls they only bring me down
I wanna look into your eyes and find a way to stay forever, forever
‘Cos I can’t stand to be with anyone else

I can’t stand to be with anyone else
I can’t stand to be with anyone else
I can’t stand to be with anyone else
I can’t stand it

To make a little love to you was all I ever really needed
I don’t wanna **** these girls they only bring me down
I wanna look into your eyes and find a way to stay forever, forever
‘Cos I can’t stand to be with anyone else

To make a little love to you was all I ever really needed
I don’t wanna **** these girls they only bring me down
I wanna look into your eyes and find a way to stay forever, lady!
‘Cos I can’t stand to be with anyone else

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Melanie Amaro - Long Distance Lyrics



Long Distance Lyrics
by Melanie Amaro

Shadows on the ceiling
You’re the one I’m dreaming of
I’m about to die boy
We should say goodbye boy
Baby I just want you to know

I hate the way I’m feeling
Talking to you ain’t enough
I need you to touch me
Why are you so far from me
Baby I’ve got to let you know

And I just want you to be
More than a picture on my screen
I don’t have a choice
I can’t live without you
I can’t sleep at all
And I’m crazy for you
And I want you here with me
When I hear your answering machine
The sound of your voice
I can’t live without you
I can’t sleep at all
And I’m crazy for you
Long distance love

Wherever you are now
I hope I’m what you’re dreaming of
Counting down the seconds
Till you’re in my arms boy
Baby I’ve got to let you know

And I just want you to be
More than a picture on my screen
I don’t have a choice
I can’t live without you
I can’t sleep at all
And I’m crazy for you
And I want you here with me
When I hear your answering machine
The sound of your voice
I can’t live without you
I can’t sleep at all
And I’m crazy for you
Long distance love

Seems like the further you go now
The more that I want you close now
Tired of being alone now
Baby when you’re calling now

Long distance!
Long distance!

And I just want you to be
More than a picture on my screen
I don’t have a choice
I can’t live without you
I can’t sleep at all
And I’m crazy for you
And I want you here with me
When I hear your answering machine
The sound of your voice
I can’t live without you
I can’t sleep at all
And I’m crazy for you
Long distance love

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Lil Durk - Represent Lyrics (ft. Wale)

Represent Lyrics
by Lil Durk Ft. Wale

Represent
Take a picture, just a naked, just a flick
For a nigga, she’ll probably kill a bitch
My people’s, my people’s
I see both

You’ve been rooting for a nigga for a minute
But to do this here exclusively, I lose you in a second
And your views are independent, but your friends gossip
See even if I kept my nose clean, they’d still claim it’s snot up
Ok I love the fact that she loyal, and she love the fact that I ?
And I love the fact that she huh, cause she love the fact I get beat
See love is making her weak is making her think she maybe need me
But the thought of making me stay is making me think I maybe need to leave
If I told you that I love you would you listen
Probably meant it if said it, yeah I’m sippin’
But that liquor, bring the honesty out a nigga
She got me, then I’mma get her

Represent
Take a picture, just a naked, just a flick
For a nigga, she’ll probably kill a bitch
My people’s, my people’s
I see both

Look at her in her eyes, can’t trust her ’round my guys
That faithful shit don’t work, can’t let her feed me them lies
But I always represent, for me she killed a bitch
I buy expensive shit, it’s me she rocking wit’
Gucci, Louie, Fendi, she deserve all that
Her friends they kinda hate me, cause I think I’m all that
White coupe cloth roof, and the car shaking
It’s just me and you, but we could add Franklin’s
I represent like lawyers, I ball so hard like Jordan
I take a pic I promise, I’m Range Rover sportin’
She like heaven in my eyes, my bitch in disguise
And I ain’t gotta lie, the days of my life

Represent
Take a picture, just a naked, just a flick
For a nigga, she’ll probably kill a bitch
My people’s, my people’s
I see both

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Young Jeezy - Stylin’ Lyrics

Stylin’ Lyrics
by Young Jeezy

Niggas wanna do it, niggas f*cking let’s do it
This is what I do, so there ain’t nothing to it
If the conversation dropped don’t speak that fluent
In the club blowing money like a motherf*cking druid, uh?

You see me stylin’ all your bitches
You see me stylin’ all your bitches
You see me stylin’ all your bitches
You see me stylin’ all your bitches

Don’t step in this bitch, and I got plenty to blow
Took your chain and took your bottles
If you’re smart, you’re at your hoe
Hey nigga know they ain’t fucking with your Mister snow
I swear I get a buzz every time you f*cking blow
I am killing myself, I am killing this shit
Don’t make me go there, I’ll spill a mill in this bitch
See I’m humping that Ferrari like I’m stealing this bitch
Yeah the Sun came up and we still in this bitch
What?

You see me stylin’ all your bitches
You see me stylin’ all your bitches
You see me stylin’ all your bitches
You see me stylin’ all your bitches

Simon said take off the top
Tan is a half of block
…. never hit him, man I swear it never stops
Plus she got her and a thousand niggas till next spot
You the best that never did it, never done it, thanks a lot
You can say that you’re related then you know I’m going in
If they 25 a piece, then you know I’m buying ten
If they find a … her ass she goes to jail
If you here with your eyes, your ass you need the skill

You see me stylin’ all your bitches
You see me stylin’ all your bitches
You see me stylin’ all your bitches
You see me stylin’ all your bitches

Damn right it’s all true, pay your dues and make new
Yeah I stay away from niggas, heard them niggas bad news
Say the street come in to save them, nigga tellin on the streets
Threating her to hate on you, You know why shit is weak
Cut down, pistol up, you know I’m on a ..
Looking for a stall red Mona, obviously a freak?
If that ṗussy good as I think it is, I’ma …
I don’ win ahead, and the bill won’t let me sleep
What?

You see me stylin’ all your bitches
You see me stylin’ all your bitches
You see me stylin’ all your bitches
You see me stylin’ all your bitches

I am killing myself, I am killing this shit
Don’t make me go there, I’ll spill a mill in this bitch
I am killing myself, I am killing this shit
Don’t make me go there, I’ll spill a mill in this bitch

Niggas wanna do it, niggas f*cking let’s do it
This is what I do, so there ain’t nothing to it
If the conversation dropped don’t speak that fluent
In the club blowing money like a motherf*cking druid, uh?

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Lana Del Rey - You & Me Lyrics

You & Me Lyrics
by Lana Del Rey

Got a light in your eyes, I can see it
Look into my mind to believe it
Try hard to remember the page
With water from the sea and a dollar from me
Patterns they work less then(?)
Its been so long since someone made me different

Chorus:
Give heaven a try, be young and be wild
Be free and alive
Give heaven a try, be young and be wild
Just feel alive,
It’s just you and the sun, it’s just you and the sun now baby

Come light up the skies, I can see it
God’s favorite’s child, boy believe it
Try hard to remember the days
Sick as f*cing cyanine
Diamonds and getting raised
Your tattoos don’t make me feel safe
Like a hawk but you’re not very different

Chorus:
Give heaven a try, be young and be wild
Be free and alive
Baby
Give heaven a try, be young and be wild
Just feel alive,
It’s just you and the sun,
Its just you and the sun now, baby, baby, baby

I get so damn tired
You set my soul on fire
Ignite me, insṗired,
Make me higher and higher

Chorus:
Give heaven a try, be young and be wild
Be free and alive
Give heaven a try, be young and be wild
Just feel alive,
It’s just you and the sun, it’s just you and the sun baby

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Pac Div - Sneakerboxes Lyrics (ft. Chip Gnarly & Big Sik)

Sneakerboxes Lyrics
by Pac Div Ft. Chip Gnarly & Big Sik

[Verse:1]
Phone Number, email, all your information
jacks conversation just to get the confirmation
take her to the crib,
lay her down like a pateint
Beat it up and send it back to you
Big mibbs I’m the hot, hot fello
top gun bomberin and a 5 clock shadow
Baby hop on, I’ma be your saddle
car got bumbed take a ride on a camel
Sneaker boxes, filled up in my closet
never sold dope, but i’m real good with this rhymin (rhymin)
got me own label, don’t ask me who I’m see with
I’m independent nigga, ask me who I’m signing?
It gettin racks out in sunny L.A.
flippin racks like my nigga servin yay
put it in the pot, stir it up
make it shape, bag it up,
put it on the streets,
nigga lets get paid (eh)

[Hook x2]
Sneakerboxes filled up to the top
when notes of just being broke just wasn’t an option.
I get paid, homie I get paid
fuck what ya’ll talkin bout,
fuck is ya’ll talkin bout?

[Verse:2]
Night time the bemmer filled like a spaceship
first thing your bitch needs is a face lift
homie copped him a triple beem watching weightlift
might have cost him a couple beans
but its caselift

[Verse:3]
5 in the morning off the yack
thats how playas move
by the time im dusting off my drink
I can make the news
corny niggas out here in the way
man I aint enthuised
thirsty for the shine, got me trying
I told you to the game I’m glued
I’m posted with my tenfoe
that choke up in your chest
no you aint smokin on pretendo
bump in Div though
we bout the glory
sneaker minds are salvatory
fresh before the rap shit
don’t you dare go get no stylist for me

[Verse:4]
now look,
me i’m probably in the woods
stuck in a boot, now lemme out
name a nigger like me
whoopiin hoes with the semi out
these niggas take the panty route
broke, I cant affiliate,
you broke you try go main stream
I’m lil Wayne, a milli
My step right, my wrist froze
hit your bitch like ten-four
compendre? I’m like sensei
with my eyes low and my tint shades
word around she been gay, she icey i
she Kim Kar, cant wait for those, she Kim Kar
Get it? watch me bowl gaurd
Im swim through it, tear oh
go deep on a bitch in my ten toes
got 12 bars and 100′s on me
that’s a dope flow
I tell her owe me, thats dont trick though
before I knock it down, its simple
she go extra low, (no limbo)
that bimbo start sneaky freaky in my limo (no doubt)
no words either, that flow old, that hoe old
you fuckin right, I get so cold
I take this gold and his lil dough, no mercy
they notice, I’m in the ghini with you lotus
and she on it, straight up
I took your miss and I got paid homie.

[Hook]

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Sir Michael Rocks - Make This Bread Lyrics

Make This Bread Lyrics
by Sir Michael Rocks

[Hook]
Hey Mr. Fred, we almost there
Make this bread or make your bed
Take this ride or take this wheel
Take your time or take this pill

Hey Mr. Fred, we almost there
Make this bread or make your bed
Take this ride or take this wheel
Take your time or take this pill

My nigga Mr. Fred, we almost there (money, money)
Make this bread or make your bed (ballin’ nonstop)
Take this ride or take this wheel (money, money)
Take your time or take this pill (ballin’ nonstop)

[Verse 1]
I’m hoppin’ out the casket
Cocaine on my glasses
Some all white wuppies that I picked up on my last trip
Them niggas is yaggin’
Too much into fashion
My body guard a beast, and if you reach
Then he spazzin’
That rat-tat-tat action
Them lights, camera
I’m like the Dodge dealership
I got a lot of challengers
Damn this shit remind me of my dogs
We was on a paper mission, get it all
Millioni to the drawers
What’s up?
I went to school but never went to school
‘Cause I was busy on tour
‘Cause where we live a nigga only as good as his credit card score
A-1, I shipped a box of them new iPhones straight to my home
Two to my dome, can’t feel my eyes
Can’t feel my bones, you not alone

[Hook]

[Verse 2]
When I seen it, I want it, I need it
Unlimited reasons, my heart in the freezer
I’m on it, you niggas is lacking
Napping, you loafing, you lacking the focus
My Spanish bitch that I’m with
I’m smashing, I’m stoking, with passion, devotion
That money come, and that money stay
If you fuck her good, she won’t run away
I’m golded up like Gabby Douglas
My necklace, changing the center weight
My old niggas still Caddy truckin’
I’mma wait for that Aston truck
My boonie niggas is savage, bruh
Jammed out in that traffic, cuz
I’m cashin’ out and I’m stackin’ up
Your girl’s pussy is trash as fuck
I never talk shit about a teammate
We goin’ Bobby for a pocket full of green face
When I die I’ll be reborn with a clean slate
And RIP to the weed that we cremate

[Hook]

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A Skylit Drive - Fallen Lyrics



Fallen Lyrics
by A Skylit Drive

The Fallen

Rise!
A fire burns within me
Never ending
Keeps me close enough
The quickness kills the cold in us
We see the shit you do
I’ll never be like you
You’ll never follow through
Let’s make our move
Destroy them all

You are so hollow, empty and cold
Will you follow even if I’m fallen?

Give it up
We’re not giving up
We’re not afraid of what consumes you
The quickness kills the cold in us
Destroy them all

You are so hollow, empty and cold
Will you follow?
Follow me under
You won’t bury me
Not this time
The fallen
You won’t bury me
Not this time
The fallen

We will rise again
We believe we were meant for something more
Rise
We believe we are meant for something more
What’s left to fight for?

You are so hollow, empty and cold
Will you follow even if I’m fallen?
You are so hollow, empty and cold
Will you follow?
Follow me under
You won’t bury me
Not this time
The fallen
You won’t bury me
Not this time
The fallen
You won’t bury me
You won’t bury me
You won’t bury me
Not this time
The fallen

You won’t bury me
Not this time
The Fallen
You won’t bury me
Not this time
The Fallen

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Nikki Flores - Infinity Lyrics

Infinity Lyrics
by Nikki Flores

I’ve been searching, never find it
Something more than my heart and my day
I wanna feel it, I wanna feel it now
For emotions that can not add up
So meet me in a science book
Tonight I can feel it, I think it’s here somehow

[Chorus:]
Cause I know you know when we touch the universe explodes in us
I never knew to feel a thing
Until I added you and me
It’s way beyond where the stars are, stars are baby
That is where our hearts are baby
Your eyes to me, are bluer than infinity
Lets take it past the limit never, never baby
Making last forever baby
Baby, baby, baby, baby,
Baby, baby, baby, baby,

Every single grain of sand, a thousand suns, a million planets
That’s what I’m feeling, that’s what this feeling is
Every breath until the end of time
The future, past, all combined and
That’s what I’m feeling, that’s what I feel in every kiss

[Chorus:]
Cause I know you know when we touch the universe explodes in us
I never knew to feel a thing
Until I added you and me
It’s way beyond where the stars are, stars are baby
That is where our hearts are baby
Your eyes to me, are bluer than infinity
Lets take it past the limit never, never baby
Making lights for ever baby
Baby, baby, baby, baby,
Baby, baby, baby, baby,

Tonight your eyes caught mine, our love stopped time
Magic, science, tell me anything, I ain’t buying
Cause I’ve seen what forever is
(tonight)
I got an angel’s touch and felt heaven’s bliss
(tonight)
And I’ve got some facts for these ṗessimists
I love … cause I’m never quitting

[Chorus:]
I never knew to feel a thing(?)
Until I added you and me
It’s way beyond where the stars are, stars are baby
That is where our hearts are baby
Your eyes to me, are bluer than infinity
Lets take it past the limit never, never baby
Making lights for ever baby
Baby, baby, baby, baby,
Baby, baby, baby, baby,
Tonight, infinity

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Wiz Khalifa - No Limit Lyrics

No Limit Lyrics
by Wiz Khalifa

[Hook]
We just go, we don't know no limit, limit ooh
We just go, we don't know no limit, limit ooh
We just go, we don't know no limit, limit ooh (So is you 'bout it 'bout it?)
We just go, we don't know no limit, limit ooh (So is you 'bout it 'bout it?)

[Verse 1]
Uh, then go crowd around it
And tell everyone that live in your whole town about it
Gon' and roll up that good weed, I put about a pound in
And get high as the mountains
I remember the days when niggas used to have some love for a g
But now they doubt it
Would've been down with me and my team, but now they outted
Put my all in my everything and what I got is
So much money I can't even motherfuckin' count it
Uh, and you can have all of this
After all the hard work you can have all of this
Money and the cars, clothes, you can have all of this
Roll up in the best clubs, you can have all the women
Homie when the checks come, you can have all of this
When you put your family on, you can have all of this
When you let the stress go, you can have all of this
You lookin' at the best, so that's why I got all of this

[Hook]

[Verse 2]
Uh, uh-huh, no pain
Oh, uh-huh, no gain
Who said we can't change the world?
Look how we changed the game
Uh, uh-huh, no pain
Oh, uh-huh, no gain
Who said we can't change the world?
Look how we changed the game
Look how far up we came, shit
Look how my chain done changed
Man look at they faces
Now when they look in our faces
Look when they look in our faces
They look at us and we're famous
And I don't know where my plane is
I haven't been ?
Got people blowin' my phone up
So many important waivers
My marijuana's the loudest
That mean my weed is the greatest
I give a fuck about a hater

[Hook]

[Verse 3]
Uh, how far you gotta go 'til you feel like you're already home?
And how much you gotta spend
Til you realize that you really never goin' broke
How many motherfuckers gotta tell you that you changed
Cause you got a little change
And how the fuck they gon' tell you you the best
When they told somebody else the same thing
(Come on) Cause you fly first class every day?
(Come on) Cause you roll up all that grass every day?
(Come on) Cause you spend up all that cash every day?
(Come on) Drivin' them foreign cars fast every day?
(Come on) And if you ain't, this the kind of shit you need to get on
I'm talkin' ?, leather seats I sit on
This ain't just how I feel today, this the shit I been on, I been on

[Hook 2]
People always talkin' about what they think they know
About what they think I'm doin', how I feel, and where I go
But no matter how much money I make, I'm gon' stay the same
Since I've been up at the top ain't too much changed
Cause we already on
We already on
We already on

[Verse 3]
And on and on, and on and on
Never smoked weed that was quite this strong
Never took a flight this long
Never drank champaign in Italy
Never spent a night in Rome
But it's funny cause those are the exact same things
That helped me write this song
Caught up livin' a life where tryin' to do all the right things feels wrong
So I keep rollin' and lightin' up and prayin' to God that we live long

[Break]
It's summertime, lights fade away
It's wintertime, let's make it summer
Don't look down, keep your head up
Don't look down, keep your head up
It's summertime, lights fade away
It's wintertime, let's make it summer
Don't look down, keep your head up
Don't look down, keep your head up

[Hook 2]

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