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(Lil Wayne)
Look at me bitch Look at me bitch Look at me bitch American superstar.. Be an American Superstar, they're rich: (Flo-Rida) I got guns for the snitches Roses for the bitches Hop up out the whip paparazzi takin pictures (Lil Wayne) I got guns for the snitches And roses for the bitches Hoppin out the whip paparazzi takin pictures x2 Heavy metal when i'm ballin ? got an appetite for destruction you can call me axel ask me bout what a n##### done done ask me bout what a n##### do will? ask me bout where the bricks come from that's what a snitch n##### do that tell i don't want nothin to do with that bill? if it's selected i'm bringin them shells only position for me is a player that's right playa better get it right playa ...emergency ...i'm blowin my trees come on my nerve, no regular me no somebody shorty with me on my knees i'm ready if it's a problem she sexy flo-rida holla come test me get that .. get messy just like a mobster my broads deserve lobster ...deserve choppas you serve like jimmy hopper american showstopper (chorus) x2 (Lil Wayne) Young moolah baby I got money on money on money on money on top of more money on top of my shit like flies open that ferrari f 5 like eyes up and down ocean drive jumpin up out that maybach with a bitch way back to tease them thighs she got a tattoo on her booty and it say 305 DJ Khaled say it's a movie now don't forget your lines, Cause you dont want me to edit before we roll the credits bitch give me my credit i'm so energetic i'm f**kin like a rabbit smokin on lettuce whatever i want i get it i meant it if i said it and i say i keep it pumpin i aint talkin unletted if you want it come get it cause boy i'm ready i get that fast fetty they should call me tom petty got two bitches one peanut butter one jelly i'm a american gangster already (chorus) x2 (Lil Wayne) I'm an american superstar yeahhhh. I'm an american superstar yeahhh. baby I'm an american superstar hahaha |
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Ain't no need to ask why
I let them rubber bands fly, let them rubber bands fly Ack like you know, ack ack like you know Ack like you know, ack ack like you know Ayyy my whole squad iced out, my nigga so Trill my nigga so trill ack like you know Ack ack like you know, ack like you know Ack ack like you know Why ask a question that already got an answer End of discussion, meet the polar bears you pandas Rubberbands bonanzas when I'm in the lands of 20 grand You stand up make you understand us I'm sorry if you ain't got your stacks up Tell yo click, to patch up that envy to get you patched up Ya'll ain't ready for this But she ain't think she ready to spit I ain't just tellin you shit peep that thing on my wrist, Flo Rida Franchize I'm like the pizza man all about cheese for the doors Raise yo hand mobile ain't local ghetto nigga I ain't posisle stuntin' hard |
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Hey girl you're comin' with me, your comin' with me.
Hey girl you're comin' with me, your comin' with me. Hey girl you're comin' with me, your comin' with me. Hey girl you're comin, ' come on... Talk to me girl, Let me tell you girl. Got you stuck on my elevator. Get it up. On my ehh o ehh oh. Hey My first flo stopped a gold diggin' woman Money cash flow all big faced hundreds Stuntin' on the pole got them d-boys running Shorty got both broke can't see what's comin' Wear them apple bottoms, wear them apple bottoms honey Dolce and Gabbana and she get it from her mommy Louis bags, rich, Gucci, Fendi and Armani See the carrots on her wrist now she pimps Bugs Bunny Used to date Kanye now she want me While I got my juice wanna take my OJ It ain't her birthday but her name on the cake If I ever play for booty grade A Got you stuck on my On my elevator Get it up, on my elevator Check it out! My First floor, stuck on the gold digger Second floor, stuck on the dime piece Third floor, stuck on the hood rat Fourth floor, freak it I don't know cuz. (This girl is)She's stuck on my ella, e-ella-vator (This girl is)She's stuck on my ella, e-ella-vator (This girl is)She's stuck on my ella, e-ella-vator (This girl is)She's stuck on my ehh o ehh oh She got her nails did, she got her hair did She got a Gucci bag, her brand new outfit Stuck on my elevator, she on the second floor Now I want you to break it down, DJ turn it up some more Hey, dime piece girl; True Religion, Ed Hardy Little mama twerk that top model body South Beach piece on the back of that Ducati I'll bet you that brand new Ferrari Got you stuck on my On my elevator Get it up, on my elevator Check it out! First floor, stuck on the gold digger Second floor, stuck on the dime piece Third floor, stuck on the hood rat Fourth floor, freak it I don't know, cuz... (This girl is)She's stuck on my ella, e-ella-vator (This girl is)She's stuck on my ella, e-ella-vator (This girl is)She's stuck on my ella, e-ella-vator (Thie girl is)She's stuck on my ehh o ehh oh My third floor stuck on the hood rat charm Cut, take boy Hollyhood action Short tennis skirt, now she got me in the zone Tattoo type, bump the low ring tone Bending Ghetto booty, playing the ghetto booty on her. Roll up machilles don't smoke arizona One night stand one night with the clan One night, one time broke her off 10 grand. Project all the way gutta all day Shorty don't fake she'll put it in your face Three stories while them hood rats beg Got you stuck on my On my elevator Get it up, on my elevator Check it out! First floor, stuck on the gold digger Second floor, stuck on the dime piece Third floor, stuck on the hood rat Fourth floor, freak it I don't know, cause... (This girl is)She's stuck on my ella, e-ella-vator (This girl is)She's stuck on my ella, e-ella-vator (This girl is)She's stuck on my ella, e-ella-vator (This girl is)She's stuck on my ehh o ehh oh |
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Shawty had them Apple Bottom Jeans
Jeans Boots with the fur With the fur The whole club was lookin at her She hit the flo She hit the flo Next thing you know Shawty got low low low low low low low low Them baggy sweat pants And the Reeboks with the straps With thestraps She turned around and gave that big booty a smack Ayy She hit the flo She hit the flo Next thing you know Shawty got low low low low low low low low I ain't never seen nuthin that`ll make me go This crazy all night spendin my dough Had a million dollar vibe and a bottle to go Dem birthday cakes they stole the show So sexual she was flexible Professional drinkin X and ooo Hold up wait a minute do I see what I think I Whoa Did I think I seen shorty get low Ain't the same when it's up that close Make it rain I'm makin it snow Work the pole I got the bank roll Imma say that I prefer them no clothes I'm into that I love women exposed She threw it back at me I gave her more Cash ain't a problem I know where it goes Shawty had them Apple Bottom Jeans Jeans Boots with the fur With the fur The whole club was lookin at her She hit the flo She hit the flo Next thing you know Shawty got low low low low low low low low Them baggy sweat pants And the Reeboks with the straps With the straps She turned around and gave that big booty a smack Ayy She hit the flo She hit the flo Next thing you know Shawty got low low low low low low low low Hey Shawty what I gotta do to get you home My jeans full of gwap And they ready for Shones Cadillacs Maybachs for the sexy grown Patrone on the rocks that'll make you moan One stack come on Two stacks come on Three stacks come on now thats three grand What you think I'm play in baby girl I'm the man I'll bend the rubber bands That's what I told her her legs on my shoulder I knew it was ova that Henny and Cola Got me like a Soldier She ready for Rover I couldn't control her So lucky oo me I was just like a clover Shorty was hot like a toaster Sorry but I had to fold her Like a pornography poster She showed her Shawty had them Apple Bottom Jeans Jeans Boots with the fur With the fur The whole club was lookin at her She hit the flo She hit the flo Next thing you know Shawty got low low low low low low low low Them baggy sweat pants And the Reeboks with the straps With the straps She turned around and gave that big booty a smack Ayy She hit the flo She hit the flo Next thing you know Shawty got low low low low low low low low Whoa Shawty Yea she was worth the money Lil mama took my cash And I ain`t want it back The way she bit that rag Got her them paper stacks Tattoo Above her crack I had to handle that I was on it sexy woman let me shownin They be want it two in the mornin I`m zonin in them rosay bottles foamin She wouldn't stop made it drop Shorty did that pop and lock Had to break her off that gwap Gah it was fly just like my glock Shawty had them Apple Bottom Jeans Jeans Boots with the fur With the fur The whole club was lookin at her She hit the flo She hit the flo Next thing you know Shawty got low low low low low low low low Them baggy sweat pants And the Reeboks with the straps With the straps She turned around and gave that big booty a smack Ayy She hit the flo She hit the flo Next thing you know Shawty got low low low low low low low low come on |
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[Chorus: Will.I.Am ] [X2]
Oh hot damn, this is my jam Keep me partying till the A.M Yall don't understand, make me throw my hands In the ayer, ay, ayer, ayer, ay, ayer [Verse 1: Flo Rida] Hey this is my jam Yall don't understand I'll make you understand What's pumpin in my CD player (player) Party all night like yayer (yayer) Shawty got a hand in the ayer (ayer) Make me want to take it dayer Then I go, here I go, here is my song DJ bring it back come in my zone I get paid for them couple bonez The next wop until the early morn I need that crunk when I'm up in tha club Even my when my chevy pull up on them dubs Give me that drop yellow waist like a drug Lil mama hot and she might show me love O hot damn Celebrate to tha A.M I love it so much it got me sayin [Chorus: Will.I.Am/Fergie] [X2] Oh hot damn, this is my jam Keep me partying till the A.M Yall don't understand, make me throw my hands In the ayer, ay, ayer, ayer, ay, ayer [Verse 2: Flo Rida] Hey Heyy I might just start the wave Like I'm at a ball game do my thang Hands up high I got money in tha bank I'm so fly 747 pain Rock it no stop it how I got my name Baby keep poppin you might get tha fame Walk tha red carpet wont see you the same I get tha stuntin forget my name Start with me Ride with me Represent tha city vibe with me Make me throw it up ma timid in tha club Go ahead throw it up gotta wonder How much to show enough to stare(stare) I'm hood so it's really unfair (unfair) Shorty go ahead and get bare(bare) We aint gonna treat our city like the mayor (mayor) [Chorus: Will.I.Am/Fergie] [X2] Oh hot damn, this is my jam Keep me partying till the A.M Yall don't understand, make me throw my hands In the ayer, ay, ayer, ayer, ay, ayer (Will.I.Am) Alright now stop oooo put your hands in the ayer it's a stick (a stick up stick up) it's a stick up just to tha ceilin man |
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[Intro: Yung Joc]
Bounce, bounce, bounce, bounce [Chorus 1: Yung Joc] I`m in the club Kush got it burning up I`m poppin` bottles and I`m fucking up their furniture I`m in the club, DJ gon` turn it up Got a flock of models and we fucking up their furniture [Chorus 2: Yung Joc] All my niggaz gettin money Don`t know how to act (x3) Dirty goons and we stuntin Don`t know how to act (x3) Got a whole lotta O Don`t know how to act (x3) Yeah my pockets on swoll Don`t know how to act (x3) [Flo Rida] Hey, wipin` my pumps, poppin` that Dom, pardon melange show stoppin`, no flockin`, I`m about to perform Wife beater on, VIP, like the eye of the storm I`m project, I`m ghetto, hood, better ring the alarm Cold flu, cause I just blew 30 off cash Blue with my swag, that`s that Gucci duffle bag Goops coming through I got sparklers on the mag Flo Rida act a fool, have a furniture attack Well cause I`m young gettin` money, homeboy in Phantoms and Lac`s I`m in the club with my King Johnny`s them diamonds is black Shorty she lovin` my tattoos ingrained on my back Muggin` and thuggin` the trap crew we step like Da Brat Married the rubberbands, hustlin`, hustlin` Got a squad gutter man, so we musclin`, musclin` Security guard, touch the clan, then we, tusslin`, tusslin` Tear apart, hit the fan, now they runnin` and duckin` [Chorus 1 + 2] [Flo Rida] Hey, 20 bottles or better I`m comin` in the club and I`m standin` on ya on the tootise leather I gotta be fly, Kid Rock-in that derby with the feather That good in the sky, got the kush from Cali control the weather So hood, so hot, so what? Security wanna ban my record Some fools on this ?? open up on the Oprah Winfrey show is no pressure My crew full of dubs and we stunt like dollaz come with propellars Everybody gotta grub in my pockets, gettin` paper is pleasure Homie don`t you f`n with heffers that square me up like checkers And I might undress her all just because my diamonds caress her Meet uncle fester, ballin`, my shawties they hot as peppers Don`t know how to act I got stack full of mice looking for cheddar Down for whatever, hey! I`m a donut nigga like glazed On a couch like this my stage Get money, don`t get a nigga paid in Dade... They probably see minimum wage My deal is Ace of Spades, but I still like grape Kool-aid I ain`t really got minutes, I party just like hooray! [Chorus 1 + 2] [Chorus 1] |
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I got my money right, I aint nothin nice,
its goin down tonight, thats what the bitches like all day long I got my money right, I aint nothin nice, its goin down tonight, thats what the bitches like all day long, I aint hurry for nothin baby (all day long) I aint hurry for nothin now hold it down I got my money right, I aint nothin nice, its goin down tonight, thats what the bitches like all day long, I aint hurry for nothin baby (all day long) I aint hurry for nothin now hold it down (all day long) Everythin safe, got a walk-in safe Treadmill rappers still runnin in place All these meals I can share my plate Flo Rida full yeah I already ate Plenty to give or take Im bout business Make no mistake baby serious this real estate froms a million inches away my postition im cuttin cake im the chef in the kitchen late from my recipe bill its on the essence of haulin weight Dont worry bout a dolla don dolla with the prada aint no problem if you swalla you a scarlet you get holla grand pieces I got em I get em ballin like sucka consider the show stoppa Im holdin it down propa I got my money right, I aint nothin nice, its goin down tonight, thats what the bitches like all day long, I aint hurry for nothin baby (all day long) I aint hurry for nothin now hold it down I got my money right, I aint nothin nice, its goin down tonight, thats what the bitches like all day long, I aint hurry for nothin baby (all day long) I aint hurry for nothin now hold it down (all day long) My life is straight Im livin good I aint hurtin for nothin Im not the riches in the word but im workin with somethin The escalade all pearl, you control it with buttons They keep the tabs on they curb when i come through stuntin Thats Brisc best to believe it seatin on skates Im the don take it or leave it, throw it in ya face Big B's makin it rain no need to hate Got beef, loadin them thangs, grip the whole case I got my money right and Im livin up some rubba bands Hit the club heavy with, bet i spend a couple grand (couple grand) On pictures, shove the keys on the hand When Im on the scene know that Brisc be a wanted man I got my money right, I aint nothin nice, its goin down tonight, thats what the bitches like all day long, I aint hurry for nothin baby (all day long) I aint hurry for nothin now hold it down I got my money right, I aint nothin nice, its goin down tonight, thats what the bitches like all day long, I aint hurry for nothin baby (all day long) I aint hurry for nothin now hold it down (all day long) Itch in my jeans im gettin braid everyday bitches thicka than venus i told Serena she can train got my money like a train is always on track got my money more than fame so that explain the all black all black, made back and in the back of em im getting on people wanna bill a case on me fuck it just bring it on they only made me (stronger) i muscle my money (longer) still husslin out of the (longer) just tryin to take out my (longer) gotta a bottom nigga holla on my holla on my southern my revolver like a blocka doing pacha bell hour im a shove it non stopa all the shit ima cocka so i can dick it cant stopa doing tricks for big poppa I got my money right, I aint nothin nice, its goin down tonight, thats what the bitches like all day long, I aint hurry for nothin baby (all day long) I aint hurry for nothin now hold it down I got my money right, I aint nothin nice, its goin down tonight, thats what the bitches like all day long, I aint hurry for nothin baby (all day long) I aint hurry for nothin now hold it down (all day long) |
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