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I got a feeling nigga really that my money be the root
Look up at the stars she like honey where the roof? Pull up hear the dogs canaries they goin roof Even once had a job pouring tar up on a roof That boy had it hard no facade its the truth So now when I Menage and get massaged its the proof Proofs in the pudding and that baking sodas taking Paper that I'm making got her taking photos naked Listening to niggas like whistling at Wendy Williams I flip my middle finger I'm chilling on 20 million The rumors turn me on I'm masturbating at the top These hoes so excited they catching every drop I'm dodging the debacles like pot holes in Jamaica We cut down the weed bury the paper on them acres Martin had a dream bob got high I still do both but somehow I got by Creflo pray Mike Vick payed bobby brown stray Whitney lost weight Kimbo Slice on the pad when I write That Mayweather money looking funny in the light But who really cares we just throw it in the air Celebrating wealth pouring moet in her hair Excuse me her weave the blue is a weave Trunk full of white car smell like blue cheese That boy get salad beef bout movements BM dubs on them big things looking foolish Shawty sitting low big things popping Tip on the glock from a crip up in Compton shooting at the cops Fuck one time I gave her to the block I fucked 1 time we boys in the hood and nigga you lil trey Suppress ya appetite we taking ya lil' tray Love my handgun but my chopper still the shit Banned in 1994 but I'm to legit to quit 1996 kilos was the shit but that be better then roofing that shit be bad for ya skin Niggas was ruthless and lord knows that I've sinned But I thought about my future in the loops I could pin Walked out on a gig and I turned to the streets Kept my name low key I ain't heard from in weeks I came up wit a strategy to come up mathematically I did it for the city but now everybody mad at me Motherfuck em all they sweat from my balls If I drop another album I did that for my dogs 10 Maybach's everybody riding big I just sit back like look what I did Then I bow my head and beg for forgiveness Once I said my prayer everybody back to business Smoking on a blunt in my own restaurant people looking from a distance think I'm big daddy kunk Reincarnated spirit of a g beef ill make u dinner take a seat so we could eat A Farrakhan aura paws on the pork you eat from the bowl while ya dog need a fork Niggas ain't loyal snakes slithered in they coil im laughing at you Cause kill you niggas when I'm bored We stepping on ya crew until you motherfuckers crush And making sweet love to every women that you lust I love to pay her bills can't wait to pay her rent Curtis Jackson baby mama I ain't asking for a cent Burn the house down gotta buy another Don't forget the gas can jealous stupid motherfucker To another chapter paper that I captured Caught up in the rapture off of gunshots and laughter Homicide is humor and nigga you looking funny Women love to stare cause they know they see the money I open up my mind by opening bank accounts deposit a 100 stacks Break up wont take it out baby that's a gift maybe you could live I knew it wouldn't work but I just like to give used to run the street Young nigga bare feet now I'm in the suites and I'm eating crab meats Ice so right other rappers envy they calling all my jewelers up asking what he spending Thinking bout BOSS not thinking bout them here's a letter to my enemies one I won't send amen |
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(t-pain)
Realest xxxx i ever wrote Chillin in my maybach Whatever i send out homie imma make back ay Can you believe it (woah) you gotta see it. And i don`t plan on goin pro Put that on my maybach Im in it to win now niggas can`t take that Listen to my maybach music To my maybach music (kanye west) Martin luie the king junior Startin all that stuntin is gon ruin yuh B i was a lie he probly had a 2 tone With the gray pup'on anything ye' poop on Will explode cuz i am the xxxx and This is my commode uh oh there they go Talking bout how yuh boy clothes extra tight I just remembered that my lime light extra bright I hit the strip club and girls get extra hype You hit the strip cub and girls turn extra dike We know who not getting no sex tonight And a lap dance will probly be a blessin right? So all that xxxx you talking dead coffin Like the weed coughin new crib loftin Where it`s at austin where is that texas What`s in front benzes what else lexus Well whos maybach is this mr. west`s (t-pain) Realest xxxx i ever wrote Chillin in my maybach Whatever i send out homie imma make back ay Can you believe it (woah) you gotta see it. And i don`t plan on goin pro Put that on my maybach Im in it to win now niggas can`t take that Listen to my maybach music To my maybach music (rick ross) Boss Kush burn like petroleum crib meak custodians Shades or no shades bees made of rhodium Used to be the o-smoke hoes call it o-lo Now i got so many horses xxxxxxx call me polo Fifty seven sixty two tell me how you wanna move Ya you know i got them both beat yuh xxx black and blue I was barely getting pretty women now i scoup emmy winners like kitty litter Any winner fended in em like a slender nigga Lookin in the mirror i can see the real contender Celery for even gregory im on my dinner So what the xxxx was you tellin me other than your gender Im the boss and im ridin em like a small four Niggas make yuh wheels and ride till they fall of Yea ross (t-pain) Realest xxxx i ever wrote Chillin in my maybach Whatever i send out homie imma make back ay Can you believe it (woah) you gotta see it. And i don`t plan on goin pro Put that on my maybach Im in it to win now niggas can`t take that Listen to my maybach music To my maybach music (weezy) Well alright haha All black maybach im sittin in the asshole Classy as a mutha still gutta like a bad blow Benjamin franklin on ex how dat cash roll Dats right them billz due like damn clothes I eatcha meal to we dont feel you And we be strappin up like the navy seals do Sweet as a bannana split everytime i peel through Fresher than will smith and uncle phil too Watchin t.v. in the maybach in traffic I'm on my feet like tough actin' tinactin I'm runnin this ish you should try tacklin Lil wayne in one word immaculate You see the biggie see the jada 2 pac and him The curt cobain and andre 3 stacks And then im back to doin shitt Like i do sing maybach musik (t-pain) Realest xxxx i ever wrote Chillin in my maybach Whatever i send out homie imma make back ay Can you believe it (woah) you gotta see it. And i don`t plan on goin pro Put that on my maybach Im in it to win now niggas can`t take that Listen to my maybach music To my maybach music Lyrics by camcam |
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Justice League
It's Da Boss, it gets no better than this Maybach music Swimmin' in women, champagne sippin' Gold emblem with two M's in it This living is so magnificent, stop dreaming it I'm living it Oh, I, I can show you Show you better than I can tell you I, I can show you, oh, I I'm tha magnificent with tha sensational style Far from bein' shallow 'cause she caught me wit a smile Try to figure out my style, baby, that will take a minute But if all we got is time, you can't be actin' timid So we back to playin' tennis We been goin' back and forth She the one that I adore So I tried it in aurar Conscience intervened concentrating on my cream I'm tha king, make a move, pawns all tha way to queens I'm a don, I'm a boss, I'm a profit, I'm a G I'm a CEO which means that I profit off of me All white T's still rockin' my Nike Airs Fresh outta flight school 'cause I'm fly right here Ain't nothin free, I'm chargin' to breathe air If it's not a Maybach really who da hell cares? My money long, my nigga, my money strong If you ain't gettin' money Dat mean you done somethin' wrong Swimmin' in women, champagne sippin' Gold emblem with two M's in it in This living is so magnificent Stop dreaming it, I'm living life Oh, I, I can show you Show you better than I can tell you I, I can show you, oh, I I'm tha magnificent with tha sensational style Down to all of my automobiles wit no miles Yellow corvettes, black rally stripes And I never phone ahead All she do is hear the pipes Project bitches, upscale kittens Fuck her for a minute then now we countin' digits Maybach money, so I always had a vision I would always tell ma niggas but ain't nobody listened Words work magic, haters wreak havoc There ain't nothin' on my back but the delicates of fabrics I made a transition from the thieves To the biggest executive, Def Jam's ever seen Only yours dream, Sean John suit and a S Dot ring Sean Don for my crew Bad hoes in pursuit, masspike on a two Gunplay, he a glue goon wit a attitude Swimmin' in women, champagne sippin' Go in tha way, two ends away This livin' is so magnificent Stop dreaming it, I'm living life Oh, I, I can show you Show you better than I can tell you I, I can show you, oh, I I'm tha magnificent with tha sensational style When I decorate a home, marble flooring like Da Nile Nigga, you a clown, here's the number you should dial Ye start wit 305 but we end at four pounds Stop at [Incomprehensible] Old pound for life is a [Incomprehensible] All them Carol City killers, feel liking you broke down Money is a must tommy guns on a bus Allan Zamren on the case, so you know what you can suck Wear red all the time but really I'm color blind Wanna catch my attention, nigga, throw up a dollar sign One time for tha Crips, young G's buyin' cribs And I smoke wit Vice Lords when I visit Mississip The game never change, money still a focal But it's time to rape tha game like Puffy did Total Like Rev Run in the tub still smokin' In memory of Shakir, Boss gotta shout Oakland Swimmin' in women, champagne sippin' Gold emblem with two M's in it This living is so magnificent Stop dreaming it, I'm living life Oh, I, I can show you Show you better than I can tell you I, I can show you, oh, I |
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Maybach Music, it's deeper than the verse baby
It's deeper than the rap Doin' a 150 miles and runnin' Get up in the way then you know that I'm gunnin' Laugh about the doe but really ain't nutin' funny Gettin' rich in a rush You know us we the usual suspects The real definition of success Throwin' money 'cause I can and I love it From nothin' to somethin' You know us we the usual suspects You know the boys on the block wanna take us 'Cause we bringin' all of the paper and From nothin' to somethin' You know us we the usual suspects Seventeen, tryna man up Feed the fam boy, I put that on these damn goods All I got was diabetes and a damn ugg People talkin' down, callin' me a damn sprug Young niggas, all you wanna do is roam free On your own feet, gotta cook your own beef I'm too cool for lame dudes that ridicule I laugh while I'm doin' laps in the swimmin' pool I don't owe you niggas nothin' Call me two fingers when you see a nigga stuntin' Black Philip drummin', limousines of the Hummer Penthouse sweet, pretty beach I call the summer Lotta homies pass, see 'em in the future Moneys so fast, on the gas, never neutral Gotta keep a shooter while I'm ridin' in the seven Higher than a kite by the time I get to heaven Doin' a 150 miles and runnin' Get up in the way then you know that I'm gunnin' Laugh about the doe but really ain't nutin' funny Gettin' rich in a rush You know us we the usual suspects The real definition of success Throwin' money 'cause I can and I love it From nothin' to somethin' You know us we the usual suspects You know the boys on the block wanna take us 'Cause we bringin' all of the paper and From nothin' to somethin' You know us we the usual suspects And still my talent is yet to be challenged Had new jet with my own pilot No blastin' off, but flexin' DJ Khaled My mom stressin' college but my crude sense of logic Did a lude to my empty wallet Try spittin' on a green tinted Accord Which could mean a sentence up north Where the homie was but back then Doe was like a hoard it goldie love, it didn't exist And office foley cuffs was after my wrists Was not Beverly hills where we chilled Imagine this, the nas 'n' rith had to get from rags to rich I used to stand on rooftops, with two glocks Figurin' how do I turn my timbalands to clocks Now reptiles was left out about a watch What is you thinkin'? Murk you Plus the muscle that you bringin' is nothin' to me If you thuggin, a fake and shaked on Cuban, shout out my Ricans Down with all of you gangstas to the roughest Jamiacans Doin' a 150 miles and runnin' Get up in the way then you know that I'm gunnin' Laugh about the doe but really ain't nutin' funny Gettin' rich in a rush You know us we the usual suspects The real definition of success Throwin' money 'cause I can and I love it From nothin' to somethin' You know us we the usual suspects You know the boys on the block wanna take us 'Cause we bringin' all of the paper and From nothin' to somethin' You know us we the usual suspects If you ballin' physics, nigga money never flow Meanin' every day I'm livin', tryna stay on flow Coming from a boss, I can predict a double cross Handlers managin' money, they never come across I spend in Africa, Magnamers, numbers involved AK47s singin' win or by sum or you fall? I dealt with brawls and those willin' to sell their soul Over cars and clothes, man I'm talkin' petty hoes Ask ma feddi grow, fuck a feet of spaghettio's I'm club poppin' in Cali shout out to Ariel Somebody dim the lights, triple black tuts 'Cause associated and the flesh is tryna catch up I roam with niggas who destined to get a life sentence Get their baby mama a Lexus for them nice visits Ma nigga got a dub an' love to do the push ups I got a million cash tryna get the kush up Doin' a 150 miles and runnin' Get up in the way then you know that I'm gunnin' Laugh about the doe but really ain't nutin' funny Gettin' rich in a rush You know us we the usual suspects The real definition of success Throwin' money 'cause I can and I love it From nothin' to somethin' You know us we the usual suspects You know the boys on the block wanna take us 'Cause we bringin' all of the paper and From nothin' to somethin' You know us we the usual suspects Doin' a 150 miles and runnin' Get up in the way then you know that I'm gunnin' Laugh about the doe but really ain't nutin' funny Gettin' rich in a rush You know us we the usual suspects The real definition of success Throwin' money 'cause I can and I love it From nothin' to somethin' You know us we the usual suspects You know the boys on the block wanna take us 'Cause we bringin' all of the paper and From nothin' to somethin' You know us we the usual suspects Maybach Music, it's deeper than the verse baby It's deeper than the rap |
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| 4:17 |
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(feat. The-Dream)
[THE-DREAM] All I want [RICK ROSS] Every time I call she just come Cuz every time I call she get to cum Damn I'm in love again look what this shit done When I used to keep a roll of dem bitches like which one (one one) (its the boss) (radio killaaaaa) Its not a dream baby (radio killa killa killa) Or is it a dream [RICK ROSS] She graduated from the school of arts Now she swimmin in a pool of sharks Roughest niggas with the coolest cars Sophmore year had a 1st minaj Better dc like go barrack Girl drunk it like a fiji and she blowed my socks Every night she comin thru for me to fuck that Found out she had a man I holla fuck that Better give dat boy a bus pass I see no competition baby girl a must have My letters hinted on my mustache The remy never did or did he get make a bus pass Good dick may a chick wanna cut class The way I'm knockin on the door they call it trespass She my dime not the one I wanna curse at Lookin fine real diamonds on a cutglass [CHORUS] People call you blind (people call you blind) But all you need is me girl (all you need is me girl) Your all thats I'm my mind (oooo yeaahhh) All you need is me girlllllll [HOOK] All a nigga really want is you All a nigga want is you [x4] Who can hit it more faster Im talkin authentic orgasms Film that play it on a big plasma Back to work juss a little bit faster She say life is a journey I need mine juss like my atourney I get sued like a nigga switch shoes Long money but he gotta a quick fuse Ride slow but I'm in a quick car Pause for a minute paint em' in a picture Baby girl my money good Who turned her on a nigga least kirk wood Time to give that boy a bus pass I see no competition girl a must have She shines like a diamond Motivation for morinin [CHORUS] [HOOK X4] Swade pea coat with the gucci trim Knew it was him by the gucci brim We gotta do it B I G I'm tryna hit the lottery in V I P Green leafs in my shot glass All night soul team had cirrock add Aint nothin you can tell me I'm on them hills like I'm jonathan kelsy Told her friends that she felt me We mad love thru the love hate lp You my josephene baker May need morphene the deeper that I take her I'm a back breaker another text bracket Benz maybach her Green bay packa My life a movie so tonight thats where to jack her [CHORUS] [HOOK X4] |
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This is mafia music
And a Maybach that is Had to take it Deeper Than Rap baby Boss [Avery Storm:] The last bird flew the coup I lose the roof Ain't nothin but the wind in my hair I'm not bullet proof, I'm fully proof That you can make it here All that livin' fast It ain't got to last Now I can't slow it down Because I'm sitting on top of the world and I'm not comin' down [Rick Ross:] Burnin' butter got it smellin' like it's butterscotch Every bird boss take it to another notch Bitch I'm busy baby go and suck another cock Fuck a hater make me throw away another glock Money in the mansion, yayo in another spot Guns in the attic mama help me put 'em up She'll pull 'em down, tell you quick to hit 'em up Load a hundred rounds, bring it back she'll fill it up Like the time when them niggas payed us counterfeit He count chips but that trick may have got 'em flip We ain't playing man slang for them dollar bills Quarter million for the chain help the collar chill [Chorus: Avery Storm] Miami nights, I'm livin' the life Because I'm rich off cocaine Because I'm rich off cocaine The last bird flew the coup I lose the roof Ain't nothing but the wind in my hair I'm not bullet proof, I'm fully proof That you can make it here All that livin' fast It ain't got to last Now I can't slow it down Because I'm sitting on top of the world and I'm not comin' down [Rick Ross] How you seen a kilo started at a eight ball First 48 to homicide ain't soft Comin' from where hoes fuck ya for your paint job Catch a case and daddy let you know you can't call Coppin' 20 ki's gotta be finicky I got a tendency to send 'em up to Tennessee Black Infinity to condo right on Venice Beach I watch 'em snort a powder all while I'm chillin' sippin tea Lemons and honey, millions and money Gucci, Louis Vuitton, specifically homey My women imported, I'm never extorted I'm very important, 20 grand for the mortgage [Chorus] [Rick Ross] Baby mamas I hate 'em They just want you to pay 'em I'm in love with my babies Maybe mad that I'm famous Don't be raisin' your voice That's another retainer Know you missin' a nigga Know you missin' that anal Know you missin' that Prada How we did the regatta She miss callin' me daddy Daddy drippin' in dollars Daddy did it in Vegas Yeah I gotta connect I get em ten a piece as long as I keep it correct Vacation to Haiti It nearly broke my heart Seein' kids starve I thought about my Audemar Selling dope ain't right I put it on my life Chickens put me in position to donate the rice [Chorus] |
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[Rick Ross]
Time is money (mula) Mind is funny (yes) Trust me she lying if she denying she love me Make up ya mind you been on and off (Ross) Platinum petron come take shots with a boss [Chorus: Robin Thicke] If you came to get the party started girl just say lalalalalaaa I want to put my hands all over your body girl come this way Nananananaaa What you gon' do oo-oo, if I touch you if I put my lips on you oo-oo If we took you back to the crib just me and you oo-oo All night I want to play just say lalalalalaaa Just take off your clothes and just lay back All you gotta do is just lay back Would you do this for me baby Just lay back, lay back (Boss) lalalalalaaa [Rick Ross] Girl I'm bright as a bezel, and you sexy as ever Shorty what's on your brain, cause whatever is clever Number one at whatever, I get bundles of cheddar This that black cloud you deserve wonderful weather run a few errands (Ross), summers in Paris never shopping in clearance, don't make me embarrased She never a bird, but baby my parrot Her flavor superb, I pay her with carrots My house is her home, I made her a palette Maybe being too modest, my shit more like a palace Follow the waterfalls, as it makes you wetter Shawty brace yourself, it's only getting better [Chorus: Robin Thicke] [Rick Ross] See shawty laid back, so we laid up When I fade to black, we always made up This shit ain't made up, look what I'm made of Look what I made brah, don't owe no favors Have 700s, first one to get it My car's a virgin, first one to hit it Hit the rim shop, get 'em to the hood Stop by her momma house, that's if I'm feeling good Now I need a fifth, time to hit the strip I'ma hit the club, I'ma buy the VIP We spending money, I'm talking slick I hope she ride me, I'm talking stick [Chorus: Robin Thicke] [Rick Ross] I'm too tipsy to drive, she so sexy tonight Man ain't treating you right his bank account can't be in sight Shawty you need a plus, you need a rush No need to lie, baby you need to fuck [Robin Thicke] Came to get it started girl Put my hands all over you girl I touch you put my lips on you girl Na na na na naaa |
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I'm sittin at the table, countin' my money
Ain't where I wanna be but I got a few hundreds A lot of talk on the streets like a nigga crossin' me Well, that's somethin' I gotta see Is it how my chain swings? Tired of ma face Tellin' lies, getting niggas wives tied up and raped Similar to da mob, deeper than a rap All you niggas gettin' robbed, all the cell phones tapped Bullet in my head, bullet in my chest Yeah, they want a nigga dead, they envy my success To be loved, to be loved, oh what a feelin' Hundred rounds in da drum Niggas gettin whacked, no sympathy for the soft Niggas snitchin', I know bitches who clippin' your dick off I'ma boss champagne with the steak Pink rose jay sittin' ace by da case Brisco line, 2 young niggas, what it do He gotta pretty shone and he wanna bring her through That's love, we go back to the blue house And if she bad enough, may take her to da new house My Maserati be da new body Got your girl panties wetter than a pool party I got her sleepin' in the king size Last night I had tha bitch sittin' ring side You wanna go that route, go there I been on this road before (Uh, huh) I know gunplay, you know gunplay (Yeah) I'm shootin for the win but ready for the loss Both bags on the tip on my finger Yellin' bring it, I'm swingin' dat iron (Dat iron) When I'm swingin' dat iron (Dat iron) Ain't thinkin' 'bout time Ain't thinkin' 'bout mine Ain't thinkin' bout dying My nigga so street, my swisha so sweet All this money on the table, how a nigga gon' sleep Speculations on my deal, it was over ten mil Blowin' herb, chauffer plus home in New Zeal through Beat the case like Gotti, we the Trill Murder Inc I erased, slip and slide, they rainy in the mink Look dead in her eye, it's da end of the road In the purple Maybach means dat I'm getting' more dough Smell the Christian Dior, I used to be poor When you cross Florida lines, boy, I'm your leor Boobi Boys steal, Boobi Boy's real You can name a lot of lames that the Boobi Boys killed Brisco line to young nigga, what it do Said he gotta couple kilos and he wanna bring 'em through That's love, we go back to da blue house And if he brought enough I may buy me a new house You wanna go that route, go there I been on this road before (Uh, huh) I know gunplay, you know gunplay (Yeah) I'm shootin for the win but ready for the loss Both bags on the tip on my finger Yellin' bring it, I'm swingin' dat iron (Dat iron) When I'm swingin' dat iron (Dat iron) Ain't thinkin' 'bout time Ain't thinkin' 'bout mine Ain't thinkin' bout dying Nigga how I'm livin', damn near dying For every digit I get, fuck they know 'bout that I aint never put shit on the line, just shit in they rhyme I shoot a nigga shit on a rhyme Wanna bet nigga, you ain't a threat nigga Never seen a laptop in da projects nigga Just powder, cut with comet, fuck them comics Convicts and buyin' it, if they ain't coppin' or fryin' it Then don't get a nigga fired up behind sum Fuck shit, ma nigga don't want this Who dat, who dat behind the curtain I'll merk 'em, wizard of oz niggas Hiding behind money, hiding behind luxury I see 'em shootin' up all that fuck shit It's getting' ugly, got torch on the line Said he got a couple nuns, I told him Grab two koo, bring 'em on through You wanna go that route, go there I been on this road before (Uh, huh) I know gunplay, you know gunplay (Yeah) I'm shootin for the win but ready for the loss Both bags on the tip on my finger Yellin' bring it, I'm swingin' dat iron (Dat iron) When I'm swingin' dat iron (Dat iron) Ain't thinkin' 'bout time Ain't thinkin' 'bout mine Ain't thinkin' bout dying |
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To deal with a dude like me baby
you gotta be the H B I C The Head Bitch in Charge calling all the shots baby Can't be scared to gamble gotta role the dice Feel Me Scared money don't make none Shawty look I know my ego looking 40 foot Big chain not talking bout the naughty look Ming guardedness' I'm going for the sparty look he young And rich and bitch that go without an argument my kicks Brown now I'm looking for Rihanna nem Smoke junkie kush funkier than Parilament What's the problem then girl fuck ya apartmint Move in with me on the beach now you top ten You could do the spa see the new These my feelings and I'm really feeling who you are Baby light brown with the right smile first lady And she ready for the white house Baby you do shine just like I do just like you're supposed to Everyone knows you're the boss's girl My diamond envy of all your friends These moves that we're making got us on top of the world You're the boss's girl oooh Baby you're The Boss's Girl Baby you're The Boss's Girl Stretch limonzines tall waterfalls valley at the crib my cars I love'em all boss lady she the head bitch in charge She ask for head first so she gets it off the top champagne pop rubber band knots millionaire I know that other man not let her call the shots She want me on the top and the way I want it It'll be a month before I stop Kinda walk funny stumble out the pad Snap of her finger niggas picking up her tab walking through the mall Got me carrying her bags I gotta pause cause the mutherfucker bad Baby you do shine just like I do just like you're supposed to Everyone knows you're the boss's girl My diamond envy of all your friends These moves that we're making got us on top of the world You're the boss's girl oooh Baby you're The Boss's Girl Baby you're The Boss's Girl Cruising down Collins knocking Trick Daddy When I'm upset all my niggas trigger happy Do me a favor watch your behavior Cause them insanes will send you straight to your savior Looking at my savings baby I can save ya Take ya para sailing straight to Jamaica ya man a bot boy What the bumble clot you deserve better 6 car garage Come in late night airport as I take flight I'm your air jordan we the world champs come and ball with us Gotta take my time my time when I put it all her Baby you do shine just like I do just like you're supposed to Everyone knows you're the boss's girl My diamond envy of all your friends These moves that we're making got us on top of the world You're the boss's girl oooh Baby you're The Boss's Girl Baby you're The Boss's Girl |
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I fuck 'em once, I fuck 'em twice
I fuck 'em three times, change your life Nine times outta ten, it's a big body Benz With a real nigga in it, ride if you wanna win I'm gettin' face, I'm gettin' face I'm gettin' face, I'm gettin' face I'm gettin' face, I'm gettin' face I'm gettin' face Nine times outta ten you wanna fly yellow thang That can entertain, make it in my yellow chain I'm gettin' face, I'm gettin' face I'm gettin' face, I'm gettin' face I'm gettin' face, I'm gettin' face I'm gettin' face Sellin' dope, countin' money keeps my dick hard Time to bust it wide open for a big boy Big yellow thang, all black boots Money like Mariah, Rihanna hair due Mind on the money but this bitch so fine Took my eyes off the money, watch this bitch the whole time Mind on the money but this nigga so fly Time to jump up in that Benz and ride that thang the whole time I'm gettin' face, I'm gettin' face Doing twenty miles per hour 'cause I'm gettin' face I'm gettin' face, I'm gettin' face Sittin' at the green light 'cause I'm gettin' face Nine times outta ten, it's a big body Benz With a real nigga in it, ride if you wanna win I'm gettin' face, I'm gettin' face I'm gettin' face, I'm gettin' face I'm gettin' face, I'm gettin' face I'm gettin' face Nine times outta ten you wanna fly yellow thang That can entertain, make it in my yellow chain I'm gettin' face, I'm gettin' face I'm gettin' face, I'm gettin' face I'm gettin' face, I'm gettin' face I'm gettin' face I does it like a boss every time I pull it out 'Cause she catch it like a glove but it's all over her mouth Excellent face, excellent pase Number one nigga, baby, you got excellent taste Nice condo, I'm talking forty flows It's only me and Gucci maybe forty hoes I'm gettin' face, I'm gettin' face I'm gettin' face, I'm gettin' face If I fuck 'em more than once, baby gettin' lace She gotta car, she gotta job She's a lucky girl, my shinning star Nine times outta ten, it's a big body Benz With a real nigga in it ride if you wanna win I'm gettin' face, I'm gettin' face I'm gettin' face, I'm gettin' face I'm gettin' face, I'm gettin' face I'm gettin' face Nine times outta ten you wanna fly yellow thangs That can entertain, make it in my yellow chain I'm gettin' face, I'm gettin' face I'm gettin' face, I'm gettin' face I'm gettin' face, I'm gettin' face I'm gettin' face Nine times outta ten you wanna fly yellow thang That can entertain, make it in my yellow chain I'm gettin' face, I'm gettin' face I'm gettin' face, I'm gettin' face I'm gettin' face, I'm gettin' face Sittin' at the green light 'cause I'm gettin' face I'm gettin' face, I'm gettin' face I'm gettin' face, I'm gettin' face I fuck 'em once, I fuck 'em twice I fuck 'em three times, change your life |
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The meek shall inhieret the earth
That's what the bible says I need it. Walk like a giant Talk like a tyrant Faith of a mustard seed destined for a triumph David or Galaith Hate me or admire Kush burns slow as I chase my desire Embrace my empire Batta boy eat fire Guns like choirs when they sing keep quite Will I get to heaven? turn a song 27 Lord knows when I see this monkey I'm gon be the devil Be him cause im clever Beat him at whatever You never was a G nigga unit ain't even together New York's unified down south love that When we get to shine? motherfuckers where the love at? Real niggas getting money betta log on Think the games dead now? imagine when ya dogs gone [damn] Imagine when this song gone When ya phone off there's only one to call on. |
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Run with me or run from me
Pussies don't get pussy Yeah I murdered all of my foes contract killing Twenty k will get ya grandmamy pinned to the ceiling Midst of the war I piss on graves Kids get graced by my piss poor waves Never could imagine it living with perellis Should of check ya rear view made a better resonance Wack yayo caught him slipping while he snort dust Cold blood bullet hit him like a tour bus Check the time on my bevardo my jazzy bitch in milano With niggas pay me the model Sway Louis on my feet still running the street And I never missed a heartbeat Family over the money Money over the bitches Money don't mean nothing And why they calling it riches Im addicted to watches Mama telling me stop it Got 1 over 50 50 you better watching Do him in cold blood Look him in his eyes may do him with no gloves Beat the case like orinfa Above the law its so hard to pin the big dog Live on so I still bark In my earliest advance I'ma kill ya Make a lil' cake haters wanna envy God wanna see you niggas in a Bentley Family over the money Money over the bitches Money don't mean nothing And why they calling it riches I'm addicted to watches Mama telling me stop it Got 1 over 50 And keep 50 in my pocket Limousines for the don I'ma three as the charme Flee red carpet chilling e on my arm Purple rain smoking haze smoking weed call it purple brain I'm in the purple label daddy got a purple heart Not in the service but I'm swerving in a purple car Whats the bitch needed all changed I go and buy a new one cause I'm sport man Family over the money Money over the bitches Money don't mean nothing And why they calling it riches I'm addicted to watches Mama telling me stop it You know I'm totin the rocket So don't make a nigga popping |
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