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[Chorus] Do it (3x) what u waiting for Do it (3x) what u waiting for Do it (3x) what u waiting for Now Lemme hear you say Big shit poppin, and lil shit stoppin (3x) Ball on these niggas being broke is not an option [Chorus] Do it (3x) what u waiting for Do it (3x) what u waiting for Do it (3x) what u waiting for Now Lemme hear you say Big shit poppin, and lil shit stoppin (3x) Ball on these niggas being broke is not an option Do it to the maximum, take it why you asking them? Don’t listen to them suckas when they say you too irrational. See I said I was king and them lames started laughing Saying sucker now I want the king on the track I composed several classics watchu know like top back, dope boys, Bring em out, and what you know about that Now they ask how I talk what you know about that Dominated '06, now Im going right back See me reign hell, lettem show me like that Even Denzel’ll say damn, I ain't know it like that Nigga yea, still bankhead you can tell Ain’t nothing changed but the name on the mail Still kicking doors with them thangs in the air Open Benny Honda, see me slang in dem chair I will slang cane, no such thang as a jail Said you need a hundred squares they just came off the scale [Chorus] Do it (3x) what u waiting for Do it (3x) what u waiting for Do it (3x) what u waiting for Now Lemme hear you say Big shit poppin, and lil shit stoppin (3x) Ball on these niggas being broke is not an option Do it like a ball playa, when you see me ballin Stacks tall-ass ball playa from the stage to the air Whether in Miami, Cincinnati or in Riverdale Arizona, California, make it rain anywhere Pullin out that pistol nigga who you think u finna scare? 20 rounds of missles have you pissin in your underwear I tote a pound, 40 cal, so you better tone it down I suggest you adjust the bass, except for when it going down A-town, west side club, you should catch me, Right up at the top where Big Kuntry, Dro & Mac be Jackers lying say they caught me slipping how could that be I’m something like a stalker I be everywhere the strap be The trap be, jumping with that 100 dollar slab If I wanted nigga I could get 100 on the tab Sell em all double down Nigga do the math Think I won’t pull up in something With 200 on the dash [Chorus] Do it (3x) what u waiting for Do it (3x) what u waiting for Do it (3x) what u waiting for Now Lemme hear you say Big shit poppin, and lil shit stoppin (3x) Ball on these niggas being broke is not an option Do it like I wanna do it, do that shit in front of you Real nigga vision pimpin I aint seeing none of you I Do it for my nigga phil daughter and his momma too Do it for my oldest sons and they Grand momma too Do it for my daughters and my my youngest lil momma who go buy what she want cuz she know it ain't a problem to. You do something to them and its you I bring the Drama to You do it for a day or so, we do it for a month or two I do it for my partner go man show them nigga stuntin too We doing with them choppers, aint no problem where you running to? We do it for the block, now why ain’t nobody stopping me I do it for my pop, and my cousins too they watchin me I did it nonstop, now see how these niggas copy me I made it from the bottom to the top, where I oughtta be Who do it did this good, and do it different No matter what I do you know I do it to death
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[Chorus: Mims] This is why Im hot This is why Im hot This is why (this is why) This is why Im hot [x2] I`m hot cuz im fly, You hate cuz you not, This is why (this is why) This is why Im hot I`m hot cuz im fly, You hate cuz you not (M.I.M.S.!) This is why (this is why) This is why I`m hot. [Verse 1:] This is why I`m hot, I don`t gotta rap I could sell a mil. sayin` nothing on the track I represent New York, I got it on my back, And they say that we lost it, so Imma bring it back. I love the Dirty Dirty, cuz niggas show me love The ladies start to bouncin` as soon as I hit the club. But in the Midwest, they love to take it slow, So when I hit that shit, I watch em (get it on the flo`) And if you need it hyphy, I`ll take it to the Bay, `Frisco to Sac-Town, they do it everyday. Compton to Hollywood, soon as I hit hear that lay, I`m in the low-low, I do it the Cali way. And when I hit the Chi`, people tell me that I`m fly. They like the way I dress, they like my attire. They know how I move crowds from side-to-side, They ask me how I do it, and simply I reply: [Chorus:] This is why Im hot This is why Im hot This is why (this is why) This is why Im hot [x2] I`m hot cuz im fly, You hate cuz you not, This is why (this is why) This is why Im hot I`m hot cuz im fly, You hate cuz you not (M.I.M.S.!) This is why (this is why) This is why I`m hot. [Verse 2:] This is why I`m hot, catch me on the block, Every other day, another bitch, another drop, 16 bars, 24 a pop, 44 a song, nigga gimme what chu got. I`m into drivein cars, crush up off the lot , Im into shuttin stars down, just so I could shop. If you need a bird, I could get it chopped, Tell me what chu need, you know I get em by the flock. I call my homie Black, meet me on the Avvve. If I hit Wash. Heights with the money in the bag. We into big spendin`, you see my pimpin` never drag, Find me with different women that you niggas never had. For those who say they know me, know I`m focused on my cree Playa you come between, you better focus on the beam. I keep it so mean, the way you seen me lean, And when I say Im hot, my nigga this is what I mean [chorus:] This is why Im hot This is why Im hot This is why (this is why) This is why Im hot [x2] I`m hot cuz im fly, You hate cuz you not, This is why (this is why) This is why Im hot I`m hot cuz im fly, You hate cuz you not (M.I.M.S.!) This is why (this is why) This is why I`m hot. [verse 3:] This is why im hot, shorty see the drop Asked me what I paid, and I say yeah, I paid a guap. And then I hit the switch, that take away the top, So chicks around the way, they call me Creame of the Crop. They hop in the car, I tell em ?ll aboard? We hit the studio, they say they like how I record. I gave em Black Train and I Did You Wrong, So everytime I see them, they tell me that`s their song. They say im reborn, They love the way the charm, Hangin from the neck, and compliments the arm, Which compliments the ear, then comes the gear, So when I hit the room, the shorties stop `n stare. Niggas start to hate, rearrange they face, But little dude, they know, I keep them thangs by waist Son I reply, nobody got to die, Similar to Lil` Weez cuz I got the fire. [Chorus:] This is why Im hot This is why Im hot This is why (this is why) This is why Im hot [x2] I`m hot cuz im fly, You hate cuz you not, This is why (this is why) This is why Im hot I`m hot cuz im fly, You hate cuz you not (MIMS!) This is why (this is why) This is why I`m hot.
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Make It Rain (ft Lil Wayne) lyrics
Oww Scotti let's make it rain on these niggas [Lil Wayne] Yeah I'm in this bitch with the terror Got a handful of stacks better grab an umbrella I make it rain (I make it rain) I'm in this bitch with the terror Got a handful of stacks better grab an umbrella I make it rain (I make it rain) I make it rain on them hoes I make it rain,(I make It rain) I make it rain on them hoes I make it rain,(I make it rain) I make it rain on them hoes I make it rain(I make it rain) I make it rain on them hoes [Fat Joe] Cr- cr- crack crack crack crack crack You hear the Echo, man I seen the best go, you seen how that metal I'm a hustla's hustla, a pusher's pusher You a busta a custerma, I get you some cooka Yea crack is a chemist, I pack a 11 I mack in a 7, I'll clap at your reverend I see you in NY, I'll send you an invite You gon?need you a pass, that's the code that we live by [Lil Wayne] Yeah I'm in this bitch with the terror Got a handful of stacks better grab an umbrella I make it rain (I make it rain) I'm in this bitch with the terror Got a handful of stacks better grab an umbrella I make it rain (I make it rain) I make it rain on them hoes I make it rain,(I make It rain) I make it rain on them hoes I make it rain,(I make it rain) I make it rain on them hoes I make it rain(I make it rain) I make it rain on them hoes [Fat Joe] Oww clap clap clap gotta make that ass clap gotta make that ass clap Clap clap clap clap gotta make that ass clap gotta make that ass clap Now why's everybody so mad at the south for Change your style up switch to southpaw Jada I was listenin?(listenin? So I made him an anthem to make some dividends Lil mama try to hit me with the Shoulder Lean This Cootco crack and I control the team Couple bricks stacked on that triple beam My dirty bro sippin?that promethazine That Ganja Green, that Cali Weed A nigga lose his life try to roll on me Now yup yup we get it, no if ands about it And the rain keep fallin?even when it's droughtin' [Lil Wayne] Yeah I'm in this bitch with the terror Got a handful of stacks better grab an umbrella I make it rain (I make it rain) I'm in this bitch with the terror Got a handful of stacks better grab an umbrella I make it rain (I make it rain) I make it rain on them hoes I make it rain,(I make It rain) I make it rain on them hoes I make it rain,(I make it rain) I make it rain on them hoes I make it rain(I make it rain) I make it rain on them hoes [Fat Joe] Oww mami's body is bangin?man she got it man she does it all She gets it poppin?with no hands I'll make it pour I'll make it rain on 멷m I'll lay a game to 멷m I'm gassin?misses to tattoo my name on 멷m Gotta get that baby love, gotta get my paper up Gotta suspect me, exactly test this crack and want a ring on us And you know what it is, yeah it's them powder kids And we know how to bizz, so we don't give a shit [Lil Wayne] Yeah I'm in this bitch with the terror Got a handful of stacks better grab an umbrella I make it rain (I make it rain) I'm in this bitch with the terror Got a handful of stacks better grab an umbrella I make it rain (I make it rain) I make it rain on them hoes I make it rain,(I make It rain) I make it rain on them hoes I make it rain,(I make it rain) I make it rain on them hoes I make it rain(I make it rain) I make it rain on them hoes |
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Featuring three 6 mafia
Goose Got Me Loose. Gone On Patrone. Money In My Pocket. And Im All Up In The Zone Like. Oooooooh Ima Act A Damn Fool. Yup. Oooooooh Im About To Act A Fool. Yup. Goose Got Me Loose. Gone On Patrone. Money In My Pocket. And Im All Up In The Zone Like. Oooooooh Ima Act A Damn Fool. Yup. Oooooooh Im About To Act A Fool. Yup. I'm Crunk Tonight. Just Got Paid. Pocket Fulla Mothaf**kin Money. Okay! Imma Ball Till I Fall. Drank Till I Cant. Put It On My Black Card I Got Money In Da Bank. Patrone On The Table. Yayah! Crunk & Goose. Drank What You Want, Bitch. Go N Get Loose. Ooohhh Act A Fool. Till They Cut The Lights Off And We Still Aint Goin Home Till All The Liquor Gone. Yup. I Jus Dont Giva F**k,. Standin On The Table With The Weed Fired Up. Drankin Out The Bottle. Mothaf**ker Crunk. Ill Pour It In Ya Mouth, Lean Back, Open Up. Oooh Crunk Aint Dead Bitch, You See The Chain. And Im The King, Fool. Ya Know My Name Party Like A Rockstar, F**k Like A Pornstar. I Dont Giva Damn. Ima Buy The Whole Bar Goose Got Me Loose. Gone On Patrone. Money In My Pocket. And Im All Up In The Zone Like. Oooooooh Ima Act A Damn Fool. Yup. Oooooooh Im About To Act A Fool. Yup. Goose Got Me Loose. Gone On Patrone. Money In My Pocket. And Im All Up In The Zone Like. Oooooooh Ima Act A Damn Fool. Yup. Oooooooh Im About To Act A Fool. Yup. Yessir. A Nigga On Tonight. I Got My Money Lookin Right, But I Aint Tryina Fight. But If A Sucker Touch Me, Best Believe Its On. Get Cracked Cross Your Dome With Bottle Patrone. Right Here, Right Now, Quick Fast In A Hurry. Hit The Sucka So Hard, I Made His Vision Get Blurry Im Too Clean For This, Im Too Lean For This Figured It Would Happen So I Brought My Team For This Ya Im The Realest Playa, Trapstar. Sellin The Biggest Bricks. Im The Realest Playa, Rap By Smokin Perkulous Step Up In The Da Club, I Got Love Cause Im Niggerish. So Come Between My Legs, Do Me Up Like Im Licorise. 25 Stacks At The Bar, Ice On My Wrist Step Up To This Pimp And Get Your Braided Hair Weave Split. Back Off In My Chevy, Brains Blown Out Peanut Butter, Ride High, Stayin High Im Talkin Like A St-St-Stutta. Goose Got Me Loose. Gone On Patrone. Money In My Pocket. And Im All Up In The Zone Like. Oooooooh Ima Act A Damn Fool. Yup. Oooooooh Im About To Act A Fool. Yup. Goose Got Me Loose. Gone On Patrone. Money In My Pocket. And Im All Up In The Zone Like. Oooooooh Ima Act A Damn Fool. Yup. Oooooooh Im About To Act A Fool. Yup. Crunk In This Mothaf*Cka. Throw Ya Hood Up Get Crunk In This Mothaf*Cka. Throw Ya Hood Up Get Drunk In This Mothaf*Cka. Hold Ya Dranks Up Get Drunk In This Mothaf*Cka. Hold Ya Dranks Up Lean Back In This Mothaf*Cka Turn That Bottle Up. Lean Back In This Mothaf*Cka Turn That Bottle Up. Throw Them Stacks Up, Bitch. Make It Rain. Nigga What. Throw Them Stacks Up, Bitch. Make It Rain. Nigga What. Goose Got Me Loose. Gone On Patrone. Money In My Pocket. And Im All Up In The Zone Like. Oooooooh Ima Act A Damn Fool. Yup. Oooooooh Im About To Act A Fool. Yup. Goose Got Me Loose. Gone On Patrone. Money In My Pocket. And Im All Up In The Zone Like. Oooooooh Ima Act A Damn Fool. Yup. Oooooooh Im About To Act A Fool. Yup. |
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A 2 Step A 2 Step Now Gone An 2 Step Now Gone An 2 Step Now Gone An 2 Step Now Gone An 2 Step Now Get Jiggy Wit It Now Get Jiggy Wit It Now Get Jiggy Wit It Now Get Jiggy Wit It Now Gone An 2 Step Aye Watch Me 2 Step Now Can You 2 Step Like I 2 Step Watch Me Get Jiggy Wit It Watch Me Get Jiggy Wit It Watch Me Get Jiggy Wit It Watch Me Get Jiggy Wit It Gone 2 Step I Hit The Club Fresh My Stunna Shades On 2 Steppin Getting Jiggy Wit My J's On Dont Get Yo Steps Wrong Dont Try To Bite Mine 2 Steppin Yea Im Back Unk One Mo' Time See We Goin Form A Line And We Goin Step It Right Now Step It To The Left Girl You Know You DynAmite Lets Have Some Good Times I See You Got It Right Beat My Wrist Ice Colder Than A Bud Light Now Imma Take My Time Where The Gangstas At And You Can Still Post The Wall Balla Holla Back Grey Goose And Yak Blunt Filled Wit Kush Im Getting Jiggy Wit It Smokin On That George Bush Step 4 3 2 2 A 2 Step A 2 Step Now Gone An 2 Step Now Gone An 2 Step Now Gone An 2 Step Now Gone An 2 Step Now Get Jiggy Wit It Now Get Jiggy Wit It Now Get Jiggy Wit It Now Get Jiggy Wit It Now Gone An 2 Step Aye Watch Me 2 Step Now Can You 2 Step Like I 2 Step Watch Me Get Jiggy Wit It Watch Me Get Jiggy Wit It Watch Me Get Jiggy Wit It Watch Me Get Jiggy Wit It Gone 2 Step Take 2 Steps To The Left Now Take 2 Steps To The Right Now Bring It Back Bring It Back Yea I Made Ya'll Walk It Out Everybody 2 Steppin Now We Finna Turn It Out Now Here We Go Again You Already Slow If You Aint 2 Steppin Get Your Shyt And Hit The Do' Im Shootin At Ya Toes Like A Western I See You Baby Girl Sweatin Out Your Lil Perm They Call Me Big Worm Where My Money At 2 Steppin Wit My Stacks Homie Holla Back The OC Is Back Ya'll Besta Deal Wit It And Dont Be Steppin On My Shoes When I Get Jiggy Wit It 4 3 2 2 A 2 Step A 2 Step Now Gone An 2 Step Now Gone An 2 Step Now Gone An 2 Step Now Gone An 2 Step Now Get Jiggy Wit It Now Get Jiggy Wit It Now Get Jiggy Wit It Now Get Jiggy Wit It Now Gone An 2 Step Aye Watch Me 2 Step Now Can You 2 Step Like I 2 Step Watch Me Get Jiggy Wit It Watch Me Get Jiggy Wit It Watch Me Get Jiggy Wit It Watch Me Get Jiggy Wit It Gone 2 Step A 2 Step A 2 Step A 2 Step A 2 Step A 2 Step A 2 Step A 2 Step A 2 Step Gon An 2 Step |
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{Lean wit it, rock wit it
Lean wit it, rock wit it, Lean wit it, rock wit it, Lean wit it, rock wit it, Lean wit it, rock wit it, Lean wit it, rock wit it, Lean wit it, rock wit it, Lean wit it, rock wit it ~Verse 1~ I bounce in the club so the ho's call me Rocky, Posted in the cut, and I'm lookin for a blockhead, Yup in my white tee I break a bitch back, And I keep a big bank, oh I think dey like dat Before I leave the house, I'm slizzard on a goose, And I'm higher then a plane, so a nigga really loose, And I can lean wit it, and I can rock wit it, And if u gotta freak, she gotta suck a cock wit it ~Verse 2~ Ay gon n rock wit it, gon n lean wit it, Rock so damn hard, u break your spleen wit it, Pull up ya jeans wit it, smoke some green wit it, N da spot aint crunk? bitch if we ain't in it? If u don't wanna do it, then I'll make ya dance, Perfect example watch me make your face beat up my hands, When you see me hit the spot, betta watch dat boy, Chalay, from da road wit dem franchize boyz {Hook} ~Verse 3~ Now I'm gon lean wit it(yea ), brush my shoulders off, Cuz I'm supa clean wit it, SK don't play, I got a beam wit it, (beam wit it) If I fuck you gotta let the whole team hit it, yup let the whole team hit it, Now rock wit it, shake your dreads wit it, bend your back, Snap your fingers, bob your head wit it, I said lean wit it, Take a sip of that Henn, and rock wit it, I'm off that X rollin hard wont chu pop wit me? ~Verse 4~ When shit pop off, I'm jumpin out jus like wassup hoe? I'm jigglin dat shit, all the way down to the flo' ho, I'm up in the club, and I'm creepin like I'm ice, Cuz my shit down to the flo, like I'm rollin on a dice, You know we jawin, yup, and we all in da white tee, I lean n I rock, niggas wanna do it like me, I run wit BM squad cuz that's my muthafuckin click fool, Break that bitch back, jus like a real squad nigga do {Hook} ~Verse 5~ Rock left den snap ya fingers, rock right den snap ya fingers, Ayyy wats hannenin? lean wit me, rock wit me, Gotta pill pop wit me, gon take a shot wit me, Call me Teddy, I got grahms don't hate, nigga shop wit me, DIB, Trap Squad, B.R.C, we known bitch, Franchize aint got no money? shiiit hold on hold on bitch, Dis trap shit n rap shit, I done did dat shit, Lean wit it, rock wit it, gon jig dat shit ayyy, ~Verse 5~ The Squad, Baker Road, and Franchize on some otha shit, Left witcha bitch, wit an ounce, and a stiff dick, Didn't have to say much, cuz she seem obliged, Walked off the club, got on the phone, called her gurl for menage, Wat I'm all up to, shit lets see how it turned out, Gotta crack-headed broad, now we headed to my house, Ay u wit that G shit right? Cuz I done leaned, I done rocked all muhfuckin night {Lean wit it, rock wit it } x16 |
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Lil Jay On The Track Nigga And You Already Know Itz Ur Boi Lil Scrappy We Finna Have The Whole Muthaf**kin World Rockin In Dis Bitch Look At Shawty Check Her Out
[Chorus:] I Like The Way She Rock Her Hips Then Wave And Sip She Rock Her Hips Then Wave And Sip She Rick Her Hips,She Rock Her Hips, She Rock Her Hips Then Wave And Sip [Verse 1:] Look At Them Hips I Like How She Rock It She Bend That Thing Ova And To The Ground She Can Drop It And Pop It Hard As She Can Got Me Hard In The Pants Because She All In Her Stance Doin Her Muthaf**kin Dance Man Look Lil Buddy Cute In The Face She Rock Her Hips To The Fade She Take A Sip When She Wave And Wonna Get Wit Lil Jay After The Dance On Dat Pole I Pull My Cash So Quick And Fast When Dat Ass Hit The Flo [Verse 2:] Now I Got 32 Flavors Of That Bootylicious Bubblegum Raspberry,Grape,Cherry, Come And Get This Honey Bun Yummy Yum Baby Not Your Ordinary Lady Known To Drive A Nigga Crazy Willie Wonka Wonna Pay Me On The Daily Off The Hizzle Rock My Hips And Shake My Skittles Soda Pop It Watch It Sizzle Man This Chick Right Here For Shizzle Smokin On The Highest Drizzle Wonna Taste It Just A Little Rock My Hips Then Make It Wiggle Wavin Sippin In The Drizzle [Chorus:X2] I Like It When She Rock Her Hips Then Wave And Sip She Rock Her Hips Then Wave And Sip She Rock Her Hips, She Rock Her Hips, She Rock Her Hips Then Wave And Sip [Verse 3:] I Like It When She Show Me She Can Rock It Roll It Drop It To The Flo Bouncin Slow Shawties All Pole Thats The Way To Go Tell Her Boey Ooey Gotta Nigga Glancin Everytime That Ass React I Thought, I Thought I Saw A Puddy Cat Gimme Gimme Gimme That Fat Cat Don't Act On A Pimp You Got Me Inticed By The Way You Rock Dem Hips You's A Trip Girl Doin All Dem Tricks Thats Whats Up I Like Dat Shit A Lot Come And Holla At A Thug [Verse 4:] A-Towns Finest Im The Top Notch Glamour Chick Tell Me If I Throw It At Chu Baby Can You Handle It Pistols Causing Rushin If A Hatta Wonna Run They Lip Step Up In The Club And Have Um Whisperin Goddamn She Thick Take It To The Bar Hypnotic And Hennesy Is On My List Seductivly Movin My Body Now Watch Me Rock My Hips Take A Sip Of The Goose I'm Lookin Good And Livin Lavage Big Boy Pimpin Pop And Dippin Now Tell Me I'm Not The Baddest [Verse 5:] I Walked In The Club And She Rockin And Shakin I Wonna Take Her To The House So A Playa Can Start Breakin In Her Muthaf**kin Back Like A Playa Suppose Goddamn Lil Buddy Touch You Rtoes Goddamn Lil Buddy Take Off Your Clothes And Let Me See Dat Apple Bottom And That Brown Booty Hole Shawty Slide Up And Down On Dat Pole In The V.I.P This How It Muthaf**kin Go [Chorus:] I Like It When She Rock Her Hips Then Wave And Sip She Rock Her Lips Then Wave And Sip She Rock Her Hips, She Rock Her Hips, She Rock Her Hips Then Wave And Sip I Like It When She Rock Her Hips Then Wave And Sip She Rock Her Hips Then Wave And Sip She Rock Her Hips, She Rock Her Hips, She Rock Her Hips Then Wave And Sip She Rock Her Hips, She Rock Her Hips |
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[Pitbull]
Hey Jim Jones, Let's Show These Boys How It Really Goes Down Hey Lil Jon, U Know What We Tell These Boys When They Campin Out Wit The Blunt Right We Tell Em Puff, Puff Pass Wit Yo Pussy Ass I Said Puff, Puff, Pass Wit Yo Pussy Ass [Chorus] I Smell That Sticky Icky Who Got That Sticky Icky I Got That Sticky Icky, Icky, Icky I Smell That Sticky Icky Who Got That Sticky Icky I Got That Sticky Icky, Icky, Icky I Smell That Sticky (Oh Yeah) Who Got That Sticky (I Do) I Smell That Sticky (Oh Yeah) Who Got That Sticky (Me Too) I Smell That Sticky (Oh Yeah) Who Got That Sticky (I Do) I Smell That Sticky (Oh Yeah) Who Got That Sticky (Me Too) [Verse 1] U Know Tha Drill Break It Up U Know Tha Drill Roll It Up U Know Tha Drill Light It Up U Know Tha Drill Smoke It Up Now Puff, Puff Pass Wit Yo Punk Ass U Fuckin; Up The Rotation That Thang There Burnin Fast This Ain't A Joke, Stop Playin I Need To Smoke This Thang Can Get Dirty And I Ain't Talkin Bout Sprinklin Coke I Need That Sticky Icky That Miami Crippy That Washington High Purple Watch Out That Thang Will Hurt U I Need That Cali Chronic Damn A Chico On It Some Of That Seatlle Supersonic Will Have U Like I Don't Want It Fucked Up High As A Kite Now Roll The Next One And Pass Me The Light Cuz We Ready (Fa Sho) Ready (To Go) Ready (To Blow) Let's Roll [Chorus] I Smell That Sticky Icky Who Got That Sticky Icky I Got That Sticky Icky, Icky, Icky I Smell That Sticky Icky Who Got That Sticky Icky I Got That Sticky Icky, Icky, Icky I Smell That Sticky (Oh Yeah) Who Got That Sticky (I Do) I Smell That Sticky (Oh Yeah) Who Got That Sticky (Me Too) I Smell That Sticky (Oh Yeah) Who Got That Sticky (I Do) I Smell That Sticky (Oh Yeah) Who Got That Sticky (Me Too) [Verse 2: Jim Jones] If Thirty's the new Twenty Patron's The New Henney Roll In A New Bentley Blowin Like Two Twenty That Ain't The Price Of The Car Now That's A Half Ounce Of Piff Dawg (Purple) U Gotta Have A Strong Chest Just To Hit The Raw Or You'll Be Coughin Up A Lung Harlem Where We From So Of Course We Gettin Drunk (Twisted) We Hit The Parties, Poppin Bottles Just For Fun (Ballin) Smoke weed in yah Club, Call The Coppers Let Em Come Miami, Trey 0 Five We Cop It Out The Bro House (Fo Shizzy) A Generator, So The Lights Don't Go Out (Two Of Dem) A Big Profit In That Greenery We Now Stoppin By The Beach Just For Scenery When Here It's 45, Up Here It's 65 Meet U In Carolina Get It For 55 (We Got Them Pounds) Cuz Everyday We Hustlin It's Heavy Cake And Druggin It So Heavyweight We Smuggle It Puff, Puff Pass Wit Yo Pussy Ass [x4] |
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[chorus] We fly high, no lie, you know this (balling!) Foreign rides, outside, it`s like showbiz (we in the building) We stay fly, no lie, you know this (balling) Hips and thighs, oh my, stay focus [verse 1] Ya boy getting paper (money), i buy big cars (foreign) I need fly rides to drive in my garage (choose 1) Stay sky high (twisted), fly wit the stars (twinkle, twinkle) T 4? flights, 80 grand large (balling!) So we lean wit it, pop wit it (bankhead) Vertible jones, mean wit the top listen (flossing) I`m saying clean wit the bottom? (do it) I hoped out saggy, jeans and my rock glistening (balling!) But i spent bout 8 grand Mami on stage doing the rain dance (i think she like me) She let it hit the floor, made it pop (what else?!) Got my pedal to the floor screaming fuck the cops (do it) [chorus] We fly high, no lie, you know this (balling!) Foreign rides, outside, it`s like showbiz (we in the building) We stay fly, no lie, you know this (balling!) Hips and thighs, oh my, stay focus [verse 2] Slow down, tonight may be gone tomorrow (one chance!) So i spend the life like there`s no tomorrow (speeding!) 100 g`s worth of ice on the auto? (flossy) And we in the street life until they call the law (balling) I made the whip get naked (what happen?!) While i switch gears, bitch looking at the bracelet (got em) Step out, show me what your all about Flashbacks of last night of me balling out (harlem) 1 a.m. we was at the club (what happen?!) 2 a.m. ten bottles of bub (money ain`t a thing) And about 3 something i was thinking about grub So i stumbled to the car, threw the drinks and the drugs (twisted) [chorus] We fly high, no lie, you know this (balling) Foreign rides, outside, it`s like showbiz (we in the building) We stay fly, no lie, you know this (balling) Hips and thighs, oh my, stay focus [verse 3] Nigga could you buy that I keep 20 in the pocket (light change) Talk a buck 80 if the bentley is the topic (that grey poupon) But of course gotta fly...? (where?!) To the hood to roll dice on the side of they curb But i know a g bent may sound obsurb (get your money up) Drive 80 up lennox cause i got on urge (speeding) The rap game like the crack game Lifestyles, rich and famous living in the fast lane (balling!) So when i bleep shorty bleep back Loui vuitton belt where i`m keep all the heat strapped I beat the trial over rucker (let`s do it) All guns loaded in the back motherfucker (dipset) [chorus] We fly high, no lie, you know this (balling!) Foreign rides, outside, it`s like showbiz (we in the building) [2x] We stay fly, no lie, you know this (balling!) Hips and thighs, oh my, stay focus You niggas need to stay focus When your dealing wit a motherfucking g You know my name, jones, one eye, capo status Only above motherfucker This dipset byrdgang we born to fly Ya`ll know the rules fall back or fall back Someone tell my bitch summer i`m looking for her Ya dig, another day another dollar Fast life fucker
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Lil Boosie Feat Foxx & Webbie - Wipe Me Down Lyrics
Feat. Webbie & Foxx) Hey! mr.wipe down in dis biatch down ya heard me Foxx-a-million This one be the reeemix! Badazz, Savage life, Foxx-a-million Man you already know what it is ya heard me We still on, we still ridin on chrome, we still pullin up Verse 1 (Foxx) I pull up at the club VIP gas tank on E but all drinks on me (wipe me down) Fresh kicks fresh white tall tee fresh NFL hat fresh bauds wit the crease (wipe me down) Pussy niggas wanna hit me wit they heat, real recognize real real niggaz gon speak (wipe me down) Jiggalatin I been rollin bout a week you can tell i got cake by the diamonds in my teeth (wipe me down) Black shades so you know a nigga rollin they ain’t check me at the door so ain’t no tellin what im holdin (wipe me down) Bad bitches they gon bust it wide open niggas flashin they lil bread but im the nigga they approachin (wipe me down) Small niggas tall figures yall niggas crowd niggas we gon get mac elevens and maul niggas (wipe me down) Yall niggas call niggas but my niggas all killas get ya issue and whoever fall wit ya Chorus Cuz im on (wipe me down)(8x) Shoulders, chest, pants, shoes (4x) Verse 2 (Lil Boosie) B.O.O.S.I.E.B.A.D.A.Z.Z. that’s me (wipe me down) Red bones caramel all of em stop and stare all of em try and steal my underwear (wipe me down) I like to floss like Rick Ross got a hit called set it off when i sing it everybody set it off (wipe me down) Black mink damn im on play wit me i bust ya dome 8 whips on chrome you can gon (wipe me down) Fresh fade fresh j’s on the corner playin spades im an ordinary person but im paid (wipe me down) Foxx flippin Webbie smokin and we chokin on a whole pound of purple famous lik tha ninja turtles (wipe me down) Just left New York City hooked up wit P. Diddy finna blow past 50 you gon have (wipe me down) We the best im a fool im the hemi man red light green light yellow light get it man Chorus Verse 3 (Webbie) Hot drop drop top top drop hoes drop it like its hot yea nigga im the shit (wipe me down) You see this ice on my wrist how it glist soon as the light hit you can’t lie the ice sick (wipe me down) Purple got me smellin funky red monkey 500 dollars on em you ain’t seen these yet (wipe me down) Beatin you can hear me way around the corner paint wet wit the 24’s on em that’s bet (wipe me down) Ol lady’s baby momma’s few fiance’s niggas wife savage life who i’m gonna fuck next (wipe me down) And i use the life style or the magnum or the trojan or go head and use the barrel of the tech (wipe me down) Man this chain hit me for a couple grand oh no i ain’t complainin just watch how you wipe my chest (wipe me down) A bad bitch wanted me to stay lil longer i put that dick up on her but i had a flight to catch (wipe me down) (Foxx) Shoulders, chest, pants, shoes (8x) |
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Already, kno what I'm sayin this Birdman and this how its goin down, that little yougin Yo Gotti I certifed him stamped approval and the jail, I see like nigga it must be they got us fucked up, they got us fucked up, they got us fucked up I been movin birds bitch, they got us fucked up, they got you fucked up, then get you fucked we been movin birds bitch
Chorus: Quarters, Quarters and Halves, Chickens, Chickens, and bricks, bundles, Bundles of dope, and Ounces, Ounces and shit (x2) I got what they lookin fo, keep what they lookin fo, all they gotta do is tell me what they lookin fo, Cuz I'm da dopeman, dopeman, dopeman,dopeman... I Got Em' Lil' Wayne Verse- Money to be made best believe a nigga clockin, i run it myself like a quarterback option, I pitch a 10 g's tell a bitch to go shopping, she buy herself some clothes, and she brought me back a chopper, see niggas tryna kick it, but no I don't play sucka, I'm all about my cake I'm tryna marry Betty Crocker, a package on the way you know my whip game proper,and all for one key i see seventy thousand dollas, Now i was shootin dice, smokin on a joint, i bet wit Yo Gotti, he hit five str8 points, we ovahere hustlin, we ova here grindin, you rap about money and nigga might sign ya, you rap about me and a nogga might find ya, DOPE GAME BITCH let his mama worry bout him, you can holla at me for a fee but I Got Em' Chorus Yo Gotti Verse I met the birdman with the Bird layin, got a twenty piece, brought it back to NORTH MEMPHIS charged twenty two a piece, now I'm in da kitchen wit a beacon and a blender, low key in a rental, wit dem thangs in da fender, see i full time grind january to december, put that snow in da summer got it lookin like da winter,I goin back to cali, i gotta get that light green, mexico valley, you know they got them pine trees, 18 wheeler,now i'm on I-10, on my way to memphis, i gotta get my hands in, I come from da NORTH where gangstas gon grind, bitch niggas gon whine, and hustlas gon shine, everybody say they trappin but most of dese niggas lyin, i told slim, told stunna i'm waitin for my time, either robbin, or poppin, click clack i shot ,bullets buryin, brrrrr I GOT EM' Chrous Baby Back where I started on my set in black, hop out da passenger side of my 'lac, under my nuts was to ounces of crack, but in my palm i had dat chromed out mac, shinin on them bitches cuz nigga i'm bot that,flip a quarter bird to score a whole sack, pull up in the club in a old school 'lac, with a bitch ridin fly so hide you love that, it's grind time, nigga been about that, we flippin birds let them hoes go to sacs, we livin large with the garbitch back flats, want the money and the power, real niggas gon stack, and ridin fly, 25's on the back, plush out nigga keep a few stacks, out the hood, bout money thats that,if you ever cross the best believe you gettin gat Chorus |
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