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from Birdman - 5 * Stunna (2007)
DJ Khaled
Dis for da hood, Dis for da ghetto Dis for all dem niggas gettin dat money Dat cash money, Dat 100 million dollar money We got money We da best Rick Ross Ridin big, gettin mine Two microwaves flip a brick at a time Bandana on da handle ready for da whip When I wear da whitest soft watch it disappear I disappear in da middle of da night When I reappear bet da boss look so bright Fo life, dough boy, More strikes, O boy We ridin low, Gettin high 80 round drum let ya know da time When you see da Maybachs nigga know its mine Ridin on da 2 4's runnin ahead of my time Watch runnin from kind, Anotha one on my mind Phone bill 4 grand get ya ho in da line In da hood ho niggas act funny Only real niggas really get to touch cash money Cool, Dr. Dre I spend about 100 million dollars, 100 million dollars, 100 million dollars And I came from da ghetto (ghetto), and I came from da ghetto (ghetto) If ya ghetto, throw ya hood up, If ya ghetto, throw ya hood up If ya ghetto, throw ya hood up, If ya ghetto, throw ya hood up If ya ghetto Birdman Everyday a new whip hommie, So you know I gets my shine on Flip after we flip hommie, So you know I gets my grind on Birdman daddy, Pullin up in dat brand new Cadi Got money, livin lavish, Got bitches, shippin baggage Move dem thangs, Get dem thangs, Switch dat lane Get dat chains, Flip dem thangs, Get yo money hommie do yo thang See I got em like 10 times, spend money got em like 10 times Flip dat got em like 10 times, Got money lik 10 more times nigga Cool, Dr. Dre I spend about 100 million dollars, 100 million dollars, 100 million dollars And I came from da ghetto (ghetto), and I came from da ghetto (ghetto) If ya ghetto, throw ya hood up, If ya ghetto, throw ya hood up If ya ghetto, throw ya hood up, If ya ghetto, throw ya hood up If ya ghetto Young Jeezy I'm from da ghetto, da bottoms, da hood, da slums There's money out here, we just tryin to get some Cool like Dre nigga, A like K When ya talk about me you better watch what ya say Don't ever keep dem thangs where ya lay Cuz dem pussy ass niggas show da folks where ya stay Ya thought he was ya dawg, said he was a G Sounds like anotha code feeling to me Niggas move sloppy and I really don't like it F**k around and get everybody inedited Saw dis shit commin, you woulda thought I was a psychic F**k around go dead broke tryin to fight it Lil Wayne I, I, I all nighted, I every dayed it And when it comes to my dues, I over payed it Rated hood bitch, Bitch I'm hood bitch I aint a asshole, but I'm on some hood shit I wish I would switch, I don't know how Blood gang sworm like a red ant pile Mean mug, like I can't smile Like my grill big, Coast me a 100 thou Cool, Dr. Dre I spend about 100 million dollars, 100 million dollars, 100 million dollars And I came from da ghetto (ghetto), and I came from da ghetto (ghetto) If ya ghetto, throw ya hood up, If ya ghetto, throw ya hood up If ya ghetto, throw ya hood up, If ya ghetto, throw ya hood up If ya ghetto DJ Khaled Cash Money Millionaires, Cash Money Billionaires, Cash Money Trillionaires We rich, We aint neva gone stop, Neva We got money nigga |
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from Gucci Mane - The State Vs. Radric Davis (2009)
(gucci)
I'm on my way to see my po I ain't talkin bout probation office Talkin bout my po partner just sent me 3 million dollars (what the fuck that mean nigga?) All my hoes go to the beauty parlor Bought my ma a house today Ill buy my auntie one tomorrow I just left the phantom lot I didn't do no paper work 300 k my paper work just like the new boys Im a jerk You bring your girl you'll finish her Cuz like R kelly im a flirt I got work like bape n dem ghetto boy like facin em It aint no mistaken him Hottest boys out drake n him Me juice mane and whaka n dem Ride around with choppas pimp So how the hell you chop or flip you water bluffin water whimp Theres no land next to gucci money just ask whak and shock n dem Early buzz at the door (word) My country boys they want some more (birds) Early in the mornin Later in the evenin Im all about that money man even when im sleeping Im all about that money Don't make me send my goons to gunnin Im all about that money Don't make me send my goons to gunnin (rick ross) All about my money nigga run with my monopoly Money my philosophy Cocaine on my property Yeah that bitch a stripper but there so much she can offer me Gave me the connect he send me 77 off for me Money build my confidence Shawty show your compitence Before i get another bitch cause i be on some other shit Higher than a mother ship Louie in my 7 trae Gucci in my other shit Gucci pass the other day 30 rounds then ima hittem I can make a hummer flip I can make 100 flip Thats one bahama trip Make your moma strip Im bout that dead prez So for the bread i make you play a game of simon says Early buzz at the door (word) My country boys they want some more (birds) Early in the mornin Later in the evenin Im all about that money man even when im sleeping Im all about that money Don't make me send my goons to gunnin Im all about that money Don't make me send my goons to gunnin (gucci) Like batman robbin we be floggin mobbin inside Aston martins Beg your pardon gucci darlin More check than a check-o-slovin Whats your mother fuckin problem? Ross and gucci ima rob em How you ganna rob the robbers? These home boys got too much armor We got so much jewelry on We just make your vision dizzy Give your ass a charm and watch it make your fingers pissin (rick ross) Damnit boi im spillin krissy yellow bitches blowin kisses ricky ross about them digits on the stage or in the kitchen Early buzz at the door (word) My country boys they want some more (birds) Early in the mornin Later in the evenin Im all about that money man even when im sleeping Im all about that money Don't make me send my goons to gunnin Im all about that money Don't make me send my goons to gunnin |
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from Rick Ross - Trilla (2008)
(feat. Mannie Fresh)
[Intro: Mannie Fresh (Rick Ross)] Okaaaay, I'm reloaded (Ain't expect this) The homey, Elvis Freshly (Uh, Huuh) and Rick Ross-teen (Nigga) He Back (I see ya, nigga) I'm back (I smell that money) I'm back (Yeah) I'm back (Talk to me, nigga) It's nowhere to go [Hook: Mannie Fresh (Rick Ross)] I'm talkin Japanese Denim (Boss), money stuffed in 'em Got the coolest of the cars and the baddest of the women (Whaaaat) (All I have in this world (Boss), all I have in this world (Boss) All I have in this world (Boss), all I have in this world (Boss) (Boss) Heeeey, I'm a work it on the corner (Yeah), work it on the block (Yeah) Work it till they love me, baby work it till it's hot (Boss) (All I have in this world (Boss), all I have in this world (Boss) All I have in this world (Boss), all I have in this world (Boss) [Verse 1: Rick Ross] I left the? in the house and I let's my bitch drive Twenty dischange I goes to this five No it's not the solid treatment I let's the bitch vibe Fire up the kush she hit it now this? Now imagine how she look with carties and thick thighs Put her on the payroll 'cause flat out she get's down See that ass from the side that's before she sits down And her mouth get wet as a bottle of Crystal Niggas lookin at me, pa but I'm packin a pistol Fuck kicked out, bitch I'm tearin this shit down Yeah my chevy sittin high so it's hard to get down Watch that dick standin up, girl it's hard to get down Got them chickens in the dress so I hardly sit down Some problem Alphabet Boys get them charges to stick now Bitch, you ain't gotta guess it's me and Mannie Fresh You know we gettin money by the way a nigga dress [Hook: Mannie Fresh] I'm talkin Japanese Denim, money stuffed in 'em Got the coolest of the cars and the baddest of the women (All I have in this world, all I have in this world All I have in this world, all I have in this world) Heeeey, I'm a work it on the corner, work it on the block Work it till they love me, baby work it till it's hot (All I have in this world, all I have in this world All I have in this world, all I have in this world) [Verse 2: Rick Ross] Smokin us a teefer name of the reefer The cloud so thick pussy nigga I don't see ya Your hoe so thick pussy nigga she don't see ya Your hoe so thick pussy nigga she don't need ya My hoes so thick pussy nigga they ain't nothin I don't love that hoe pussy nigga there ain't nothin My money so long his money ain't nothin My money in front of me his money just frontin You know the routine in movin a few things Rollin on two benz in them new blue jeans Japanese Denim money stuffed in 'em Twenty something cars, motherfucker I'm winnin [Hook: Mannie Fresh] I'm talkin Japanese Denim, money stuffed in 'em Got the coolest of the cars and the baddest of the women (All I have in this world, all I have in this world All I have in this world, all I have in this world) Heeeey, I'm a work it on the corner, work it on the block Work it till they love me, baby work it till it's hot (All I have in this world, all I have in this world All I have in this world, all I have in this world) [Verse 3: Rick Ross] Sippin on that Remy outside of the club Got me trippin like I'm Remy outside of the club Yeah them bitches comin with me I'm shinin like a? I don't even think it's tricky just temporary love Chickens pullin on my shirt I'm just worried about the chains Tattoos? ? I debut LeBron James Came back Mike Vick I buried ya dog brains Y'all ducks want the birds if not just keep walkin Got the top down and I'm feelin like Steve Austin You know the routine still movin a few things Rollin I'm too biz in them new blue jeans [Hook: Mannie Fresh] I'm talkin Japanese Denim, money stuffed in 'em Got the coolest of the cars and the baddest of the women (All I have in this world, all I have in this world All I have in this world, all I have in this world) Heeeey, I'm a work it on the corner, work it on the block Work it till they love me, baby work it till it's hot (All I have in this world, all I have in this world All I have in this world, all I have in this world) [Outro: Rick Ross] Boss |
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from Rick Ross - Deeper Than Rap (2009)
(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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from Ultimate R&B Love 2010 (2010)
All I want
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) (It's the boss) (Radio killa) It's not a dream, baby (Radio killa, killa, killa) Or is it a dream She graduated from the school of arts Now she swimming in a pool of sharks Roughest niggas with the coolest cars Sophmore year had her 1st minaj Better DC like go barrack Girl drunk it like a Fiji And she blow my socks Every night she comin' through 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 it or did it Make her bust fast Good dick make 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 People call you blind (People call you blind) But all you need is me, girl (All you need is me, girl) Your all that's in my mind (Ooo, yeah) All you need is me girl All a nigga really want is you All a nigga want is you All a nigga want is you All a nigga want is you All a nigga want is you Who can hit it more faster I'm talking 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, baby girl, a must have She shines like a diamond Motivation for my rhyming People call you blind (People call you blind) But all you need is me, girl (All you need is me, girl) Your all that's in my mind (Ooo, yeah) All you need is me girl All a nigga really want is you All a nigga want is you All a nigga want is you All a nigga want is you All a nigga want is you All a nigga really want is you All a nigga want is you All a nigga want is you All a nigga want is you All a nigga want is you All a nigga really want is you All a nigga want is you All a nigga want is you All a nigga want is you All a nigga want is you All a nigga really want is you All a nigga want is you All a nigga want is you All a nigga want is you All a nigga want is you Suede 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 Ain't nothin' you can tell me I'm on them hills, like I'm Jonathan Kelsy Told her friends that she felt me We made love through the love hate lp She my Josephine Baker May need morphine, the deeper that I take her I'm a back breaker another tax bracket Benz Maybacher, green bay packa My life a movie so tonight Is when I jack her People call you blind (People call you blind) But all you need is me, girl (All you need is me, girl) Your all that's in my mind (Ooo, yeah) All you need is me girl All a nigga really want is you All a nigga want is you All a nigga want is you All a nigga want is you All a nigga want is you All a nigga really want is you All a nigga want is you All a nigga want is you All a nigga want is you All a nigga want is you All a nigga really want is you All a nigga want is you All a nigga want is you All a nigga want is you All a nigga want is you All a nigga really want is you All a nigga want is you All a nigga want is you All a nigga want is you All a nigga want is you |
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from Rick Ross - Teflon Don [Explicit Version] (2010)
You know gettin money, becomin a young millionaire;
You could lose sight of the things that's important to you. OLYMPICKS I'd never trade my old girl for all the money in the world. I'd never trade my daughter Toya for all the money in the world. I'd never trade my only boy for all the money in the world. I put my last name first! I can hear my Daddy sayin, "lil nigga go get 'em!" Passed in '99 cancer all in his liver. Shit, difference since we last spoke, his son a lil richer. I'd never rap again if I could tell him that I miss him. Why the fuck I own the world when I can't share it with him? Bust his ass his whole life, just wanna break bread wit' him. Cryin in my mansion as I'm holdin on his picture. It's a cold and lonely world, I'm flyin solo on you niggas. Being the only boy, definition of a man. All the money is the world still not a big enough advance. All the money is the world still not a big enough advance. For me to turn my back on me bein the man that I am. Turn off the lights (Turn off the lights). Take a ride with me (Take a ride with me). I wanna see you smile (I wanna see you smile). It's a fantasy (It's a fantasy). La La La La Laa (La La La La Laa). La La La La (La La La La). La La La La Laa (La La La La Laa). La La La La (La La La La). Momma gettin older feelin pains in her shoulder. I gotta stay focused and remain her little soldier. Brace a few issues in the streets begin the whisper. Prayin for you niggas still stocking up my pistols. Lil nigga getting murdered and buried in all white. 8th grade student, y'all figure that's alright. Tryin to figure out where I'm going wit' my life. As I'm steppin on the brake and hangin a sharp right. Did my thing in the streets, seen in the streets. See me at the park on the swing with my niece. Watch chipped up, still won't switch up. First time singin so you gotta turn the bitch up. Turn off the lights (Turn off the lights). Take a ride with me (Take a ride with me). I wanna see you smile (I wanna see you smile). It's a fantasy (It's a fantasy). La La La La Laa (La La La La Laa). La La La La (La La La La). La La La La Laa (La La La La Laa). La La La La (La La La La). Oh man- when I close my eyes, I can see you about a million times. It's true over and over (over and over). Yeah- but then again, it kinda makes me laugh. Cause you're the one that put me on this path. I guess I gotta keep rollin strong. I feel I can't go wrong. Cause I can feel you walkin with me. I can hear you talkin to me. I know you hear them sayin La La La La La La Laa. La La La La Laa. La La La Laa. La La La La Laa. La La La Laa. Now come and take a ride with me. I really wanna take a walk wit' you. Be cool to have a drink wit' you, think wit' you. Now come and take a ride with me. There's so much to say. Old memories won't go away, go away, go away, go away, go away, go away, go away. (Yeah, yeah, yeah) Old memories won't go away. I remember them like it was yesterday. (Yeah, yeah, yeah) That time never felt so good. Can't forget about you man I never would. (Yeah, yeah, yeah) Old memories won't go away. I remember them like it was yesterday. (Yeah, yeah, yeah) That time never felt so good. Can't forget about you man I never would. (Yeah, yeah, yeah) Old memories won't go away. I remember them like it was yesterday. (Yeah, yeah, yeah) That time never felt so good. Can't forget about you man I never would. (Yeah) You see I never ever would. You see I never would. Just can't forget about you, no, no, no. You know I never would. Never ever would. And I never ever could. And don't think that I can. I know you understand. Yo. Oh. RosA?A¿A½! |
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outdoor50 Don`t Hold Your Applause Wale Double M Genius Wale Miami Nights Wale 곡 28 | 담기 5 | 추천 0 |
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from Diddy - Dirty Money - Last Train To Paris (Explicit Version) (2010)
[Diddy (B.I.G.)]
Uh-huh... This that Dirty Money.. Uh-huh... (Uh..Uh..) It's that Dirty Money [The Notorious B.I.G. - verse taken from "My Downfall"] Uh, ain't no shook hands in Brook-land Army fatigue -my fatigue, the enemies Look man, you wanna see me locked up, shot up Moms crotched up over the casket, screamin BASTARD Cryin, know my friends is lyin Y'all know who killed 'em filled 'em with the lugars from they Rugers Or they Desert, dyin ain't the shit but it's pleasant Kinda quiet, watch my niggaz bring the riot.. Uh, uh, uh... (It's that Dirty Money...) [Diddy] Came from heaven just to sing a song for you... To the rhythm of my love for you, and now it's beatin slow And you know, this the ennnnd of the road When I sing that slow song for you... And love was nothin but another gun for you ('nother gun for you..) And I would hide it in my helpless soul I'm not afraid to go down the road where we go I don't know, you can hear 'em callin, don't you? When the angels call like.. [Chorus: Diddy (Dawn)] YOOOOOOOO-HOOO! If you don't wanna stay you can GOOOOO-OHH... It seems love don't live here no morrre... The angels are flyin so loooow, singin to you (Don't you hear me callin you?) He's the one you love... ('cause I hear 'em callin me...) And he's the one you trust... (...like our time is almost through) Time is runnin out (There's nothin left to do) When they're callin you... When the angels call like.. (I answeeeeer) [Diddy] Falling....for yooooou... I will tell the angels, "No" Let 'em turn back into stone I doooo... (I doo...) love yoooou... (love yoooou...) It's true.... (It's true...) Fire...climbing... We ignore the angels' call! They were warnings after all It's cool... if I'm.... With you.... When the angels call like... [Chorus] [The Notorious B.I.G. - verse taken from "My Downfall"] Uh, uh, uh Ain't no shook hands in Brook-land Army fatigue -my fatigue, the enemies Look man, you wanna see me locked up, shot up Moms crotched up over the casket, screamin BASTARD Cryin, know my friends is lyin Y'all know who killed 'em filled 'em with the lugars from they Rugers Or they Desert, dyin ain't the shit but it's pleasant Kinda quiet, watch my niggaz bring the riot.. Uh, uh, uh... (It's that Dirty Money...) [Diddy - outro (repeat 'til fade)] When the angels call like... |
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from Diddy - Dirty Money - Last Train To Paris [Deluxe Explicit Version] (2010)
[Diddy (B.I.G.)]
Uh-huh... This that Dirty Money.. Uh-huh... (Uh..Uh..) It's that Dirty Money [The Notorious B.I.G. - verse taken from "My Downfall"] Uh, ain't no shook hands in Brook-land Army fatigue -my fatigue, the enemies Look man, you wanna see me locked up, shot up Moms crotched up over the casket, screamin BASTARD Cryin, know my friends is lyin Y'all know who killed 'em filled 'em with the lugars from they Rugers Or they Desert, dyin ain't the shit but it's pleasant Kinda quiet, watch my niggaz bring the riot.. Uh, uh, uh... (It's that Dirty Money...) [Diddy] Came from heaven just to sing a song for you... To the rhythm of my love for you, and now it's beatin slow And you know, this the ennnnd of the road When I sing that slow song for you... And love was nothin but another gun for you ('nother gun for you..) And I would hide it in my helpless soul I'm not afraid to go down the road where we go I don't know, you can hear 'em callin, don't you? When the angels call like.. [Chorus: Diddy (Dawn)] YOOOOOOOO-HOOO! If you don't wanna stay you can GOOOOO-OHH... It seems love don't live here no morrre... The angels are flyin so loooow, singin to you (Don't you hear me callin you?) He's the one you love... ('cause I hear 'em callin me...) And he's the one you trust... (...like our time is almost through) Time is runnin out (There's nothin left to do) When they're callin you... When the angels call like.. (I answeeeeer) [Diddy] Falling....for yooooou... I will tell the angels, "No" Let 'em turn back into stone I doooo... (I doo...) love yoooou... (love yoooou...) It's true.... (It's true...) Fire...climbing... We ignore the angels' call! They were warnings after all It's cool... if I'm.... With you.... When the angels call like... [Chorus] [The Notorious B.I.G. - verse taken from "My Downfall"] Uh, uh, uh Ain't no shook hands in Brook-land Army fatigue -my fatigue, the enemies Look man, you wanna see me locked up, shot up Moms crotched up over the casket, screamin BASTARD Cryin, know my friends is lyin Y'all know who killed 'em filled 'em with the lugars from they Rugers Or they Desert, dyin ain't the shit but it's pleasant Kinda quiet, watch my niggaz bring the riot.. Uh, uh, uh... (It's that Dirty Money...) [Diddy - outro (repeat 'til fade)] When the angels call like... |
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from Monica - Anything (To Find You) (Feat. Rick Ross) [single] (2011)
[Missy Elliott]
As we proceed to give you what you need As we proceed to give you what you need [Monica] Likes the morning dude I took one look at you And it was play and seek You were my destiny [Rick Ross] We the big bank boys on the boulevard Putting all the pretty girls into pretty cars They shall not f*ck with rose pockets Feel the honey shots when I pop it I feel for you, vodka, rum on my arm 20 million teflon don, god bless All the D boys on the rest With my baby girl on my side, baby, baby [Monica] I've been looking for someone special for a long, long time Someone that I can share my dream, someone I can call mine And every night I'm wishing, hoping, that he's only getting closer Cause I, oh I, gonna find you, want to know you And I just wanna know if someone's out there Somebody to hold, somebody who cares I'll do anything to find you (I wanna do) I won't let you go, no, no I'd do anything to find you (I wanna do) I won't let you go, no, no I've been there so many times from the guys in my head And when I find somebody new, it don't never lasts And every night I'm wishing, hoping, that he's only getting closer Cause I, oh I, gonna find you, want to know you I just wanna know if someone's out there Somebody to hold, somebody who cares I'll do anything to find you (I wanna do) I won't let you go, no, no I'd do anything to find you (I wanna do) I won't let you go, no, no [Lil' Kim] I guess it was cupid But we never do the hard, let the blood drip Somebody call the doctor cause I'm love sick Man, I done had it with this love shit I'm done, just cause you make me come, don't mean that you're the one Most dudes only good for their tongues Fucking with the queen bee it ain't safe This is leaving a stinging in your face [Monica] And I'm tired of being by myself I need someone there, to give all of this love that I got I'm open, won't you come inside? Man, I promise that I will treat you better than right Gotta know, Is he out there some where, is he out there waiting for me, for me Is he out there some where, is he out there waiting for me I just wanna know if someone's out there Somebody to hold, somebody who cares I'll do anything to find you (I wanna do) I won't let you go, no, no I'd do anything to find you (I wanna do) I won't let you go, no, no I just wanna know if someone's out there Somebody to hold, somebody who cares I'll do anything to find you (I wanna do) I won't let you go, no, no I'd do anything to find you (I wanna do) I won't let you go, no, no |
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| from Brandy, Monica - It All Belongs To Me (Digital Audio Bundle) [single] (2012) | |||||
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| from Monica - New Life [Deluxe Version] (2012) | |||||
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from Rick Ross - Teflon Don [Explicit Version] (2010)
[Chorus: Chrisette Michelle]
Got into the music this is how we do it all night (all night) Isn't that a freeway just me and my baby, here now right (?) Just me and my boss no worries at all Listening to the Aston Martin Music Music [Hook: Drake] Would of came back for you I just needed time to to what I had to do Caught in the life I cant it let it go Weather that's right I will never know But hear goes nothing.. [Verse 1: Rick Ross] When I'm alone in my room sometimes I stare at the walls Automatic weapons on the floor but who can you call? My dime bitch one that live by the code Put this music shit aside get it in on the rode A lot of quit time pink bottles of rose Exotic red bottoms so body glittered in gold Following in fundamentals and following in a rental I love a nasty girl that swallows whats on the menu My money triples up when you get it out of state I need a new safe cause I'm running out of space Elory Jetson I'm somewhere out of space In my six seater shes the one that I would take [Chorus: Chrisette Michelle] Got into the music this is how we do it all night (all night) Isn't that a freeway just me and my baby, here now right (?) Just me and my boss no worries at all Listening to the Aston Martin Music Music [Hook: Drake] Would of came back for you I just needed time to to what I had to do Caught in the life I cant it let it go Weather that's right I will never know But hear goes nothing.. [Verse 2: Rick Ross] Pull up on the block in the drop top chicken box Mr. KFC bps is in the watch Living fast where its all about the money bags Never front you take there and never come back Top down right here is where she wanna be As my goals unfold right in front of me Every time we fuck our souls take a hold of me I dig it like pokey the pussy be controlling me That thang keep calling Fuck maintain boy I gotta keep BALLIN Pink bottles keep coming James bond coupe pop clutch 100 [Chorus: Chrisette Michelle] Got into the music this is how we do it all night (all night) Isn't that a freeway just me and my baby, here now right (?) Just me and my boss no worries at all Listening to the Aston Martin Music Music [Hook: Drake] Would of came back for you I just needed time to to what I had to do Caught in the life I cant it let it go Weather that's right I will never know But hear goes nothing.. Aston Martin Music Music (Aston Martin Music, Music) All night (All night) |
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from Rick Ross - Teflon Don [Explicit Version] (2010)
I think I'm big meech Larry Hoover,
whipping work, halleluiah, one nation under god real niggas getting money from the fucking start. I think I'm big meech Larry Hoover, whipping work, hallelujah, one nation under god real niggas getting money from the fucking start. My Rolls Royce triple black I'm iche hoe, Balling in the club, bottles like I'm miche hoe Ros� that's my nickname Cocaine running in my big vain Self made you just affiliate I build the ground up, you bought it renovated Talking plenty capers nothings been authenticated Funny you claiming the same bitch that I'm penetrating Hold the bottles up where my comrades Where the fucking felons, where my dawns at I got that entrebunker and it's so white III jussssst might charge you double. I think I'm big meech Larry Hoover, getting work, halleluiah, one nation under god real niggas getting money from the fucking start. I think I'm big meech Larry Hoover, getting work, hallelujah, one nation under god real niggas getting money from the fucking start. These mother fuckers mad that I'm icey, Stunt so hard make them come and night me I think I'm big meech look at my time peace It anodomere hundred wrecks at least Look at yourself now look at me You cant see a nigga I'm what you you use to be Look at it this way you niggaz side ways Always getting money my nigaaz time pace So fuck a nigga I'm self made You a sucka nigga I'm self paid This for my broke niggas This for my rich niggas Got a hundred on a head of a snitch nigga I think I'm big meech Larry Hoover, whipping work, hallelujah, one nation under god real niggas getting money from the fucking start. I think I'm big meech Larry Hoover, whipping work, hallelujah, one nation under god real niggas getting money from the fucking start. [Styles P rap] ..... I think I'm big meech Larry Hoover, getting work, halleluiah, one nation under god real niggas getting money from the fucking start. I think I'm big meech Larry Hoover, getting work, hallelujah, one nation under god real niggas getting money from the fucking start. |
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| from Wale - Bag Of Money (Feat. Rick Ross, Meek Mill & T-Pain) [single] (2012) | |||||
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from Rick Ross - Trilla (2008)
Trilla, boss, yeah, Trilla, feels good, baby
Boss, I done took over the game, nigga Hoppin' out the blue gotti with my bellys on No underwear nigga, my jeans tight fitted, too nigga Jay-Z, wuddup nigg? Yeah, let me fuck with 'em right now Niggas want to kidnap, leave me in the trunk Walk away with big stacks They jealous of the fortune Glitz and the fame, my cocaine mortgage In the game like Tony Parker Snow white range and my partner pocket I'm back on them thangs that's my only problem Homie, I put that on my only mamma Still rollin' with the 4, 5th, now that I'm rich Got these broke niggas so sick And my daughters college pre-paid, she straight Say thanks to the D game In that phantom on that Tupac Ridin' through the ghetto like I'm lookin' for a new spot Naw, but I'm well established I fuck with heroin 'cause it sells the fastest I'ma ride 'bout mine and I wouldn't tell a lie Take it out of town go and get my money right And if it ain't 'bout cash, I don't really care I'm straight 'bout cash, I'm a hood billionaire I'm straight 'bout cash, I'm a hood billionaire I'm straight 'bout cash, I'm a hood billionaire If it ain't 'bout cash, I don't really care I'm straight 'bout cash, I'm a hood billionaire A bitch try to stick me 'Cause you fuck me don't mean you can kiss me Naw, I only fuck with the OG's The ones that won't turn you in to the police On the run, I'm through' wit nigga four keys ID's, passports, it was so sweet Front yard still a car show, blue gotti to gotti, I'm a rocko I won't let the roof up, kingdom come, princess Amunda To be loved, to be loved, oh, what a feeling for me to be loved Haters want to murder me and I can smell a hit So it's music to my ears every time I feel a clip I'm a card shark up in a hard rock Twenty grand a hand, baby, jamin' the ipod I'ma ride 'bout mine and I wouldn't tell a lie Take it out of town go and get my money right And if it ain't 'bout cash, I don't really care I'm straight 'bout cash, I'm a hood billionaire I'm straight 'bout cash, I'm a hood billionaire I'm straight 'bout cash, I'm a hood billionaire If it ain't 'bout cash, I don't really care I'm straight 'bout cash, I'm a hood billionaire Boss, hit a hundred grand in a day damn Whip that white girl just like K-Fed Got me a white girl, I fuck till her face red Yeah, her food tastes bad, but she givin' great head Please, let me say that, I really love her fat ass [Incomprehensible] to the dealership, and she can, she can get that My heart in the ghetto, I'm married to the projects I ride with are, in case a nigga start shit I'ma ride 'bout mine and I wouldn't tell a lie Take it out of town go and get my money right And if it ain't 'bout cash, I don't really care I'm straight 'bout cash, I'm a hood billionaire I'm straight 'bout cash, I'm a hood billionaire I'm straight 'bout cash, I'm a hood billionaire If it ain't 'bout cash, I don't really care I'm straight 'bout cash, I'm a hood billionaire Triple see, when y'all stoppin' me Told you all niggas in '95, I was worth two million Now it's a way and I got ten in the bank nigga What else y'all got from Nick? I wanna see I need yours to own, God, niggas gettin' washed out And that's alright, I've been lettin' it be slightly Like that they will prob'ly like Tryna make some kinda moves, man Yes, I got a Vuitton, four shades, nigga I gotta all new look, alright, you know Ever since I got my W2 bracket, fear me I got plans for you niggas, man Murder's not a problem I'm the boss, still comin' down, 183rd, nigga They gave you up on the 305, 47 A6, it's all the same game Posted up in front of Papa's And the Maybach [Incomprehensible] scenes Triple see's like, boss, church |
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from Rick Ross - Port Of Miami (2006)
[Chorus: Rick Ross (Dre)]
Designer jeans, and a hand full of dough (Yeah) Bottle of the Jose, pass me some more I got, more cars, more cars, more clothes, more clothes More money means more dough to blow (blow) More money means more dough to blow (blow) More money means more dough for blow [Rick Ross] Way up in them Cali Hills, burnin' like the sun set A nigga with a attitude, take it outta context Riding with them big things, lookin' like a bomb threat Bin Laden beard, afghan in a bomb vest Ross, stranded on the death row Makavali's on the Maybach, kicks retro She wanna gaze at the stars Through a panoramic view, pullin' haze out the jar Rick Ross, I'm the best in the flesh Getting blessed on the ?, it's a way to reflect Hard work pays off, I'm a boss, you can tell By the bottles in the pail, and the models that we share I'm in a realist state, and a realist state of mind We came from trigger play, kill a nigga for a dime I'm tryna chill today, I got a million on my mind Dice in my hand, one roll, I blow your mind [Chorus] [Rick Ross] More trips, more whips, more money, I'm more rich More haters, more clips, more jewels, more Chris Half a hundred grand and some rubber bands ? off fast in my other hand On the other hand, I'm still pitchin' underhand All soft balls, all bases covered man More trucks, more bucks, more freaks, more butts I see the vision, from club vision to ? I get brain, I bust nuts in each states Soon as I see what I'm lookin' for I sit up in that seat and cut em' off on them 24's, there it goes Baby girl, come talk with the boss I pop a Jose bottle, you can kick your shoes off [Chorus] [Rick Ross] Ever seen a fat boy in a big body Know you wanna sit by me, all you do is think bout it Lease apartments to get kicked out it Next day, buy a condo to get a kick out it We don't take you for the view, this is what I do When I'm on the beach, all my diamonds are water blue (Ross) Let's party like the pack jam, Pac Man Fifty grand, stacked in my lap man Get a lap dance (and if you get my dick hard) This your last chance (to hop up in that big car) With the Fat Man (certified Hood Star) But he a millionaire (look bitch I'm going far) This the movement, a few niggas you wanna move with Gucci on my feet, see I'm only in that new shit Ha, they say life's a bitch But close your eyes for a minute, and just bite this dick, it's Ross [Chorus: x2] |
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from Def Jam 25: Volume 9 - Welcome To The South (2009)
[Chorus: Rick Ross (Dre)]
Designer jeans, and a hand full of dough (Yeah) Bottle of the Jose, pass me some more I got, more cars, more cars, more clothes, more clothes More money means more dough to blow (blow) More money means more dough to blow (blow) More money means more dough for blow [Rick Ross] Way up in them Cali Hills, burnin' like the sun set A nigga with a attitude, take it outta context Riding with them big things, lookin' like a bomb threat Bin Laden beard, afghan in a bomb vest Ross, stranded on the death row Makavali's on the Maybach, kicks retro She wanna gaze at the stars Through a panoramic view, pullin' haze out the jar Rick Ross, I'm the best in the flesh Getting blessed on the ?, it's a way to reflect Hard work pays off, I'm a boss, you can tell By the bottles in the pail, and the models that we share I'm in a realist state, and a realist state of mind We came from trigger play, kill a nigga for a dime I'm tryna chill today, I got a million on my mind Dice in my hand, one roll, I blow your mind [Chorus] [Rick Ross] More trips, more whips, more money, I'm more rich More haters, more clips, more jewels, more Chris Half a hundred grand and some rubber bands ? off fast in my other hand On the other hand, I'm still pitchin' underhand All soft balls, all bases covered man More trucks, more bucks, more freaks, more butts I see the vision, from club vision to ? I get brain, I bust nuts in each states Soon as I see what I'm lookin' for I sit up in that seat and cut em' off on them 24's, there it goes Baby girl, come talk with the boss I pop a Jose bottle, you can kick your shoes off [Chorus] [Rick Ross] Ever seen a fat boy in a big body Know you wanna sit by me, all you do is think bout it Lease apartments to get kicked out it Next day, buy a condo to get a kick out it We don't take you for the view, this is what I do When I'm on the beach, all my diamonds are water blue (Ross) Let's party like the pack jam, Pac Man Fifty grand, stacked in my lap man Get a lap dance (and if you get my dick hard) This your last chance (to hop up in that big car) With the Fat Man (certified Hood Star) But he a millionaire (look bitch I'm going far) This the movement, a few niggas you wanna move with Gucci on my feet, see I'm only in that new shit Ha, they say life's a bitch But close your eyes for a minute, and just bite this dick, it's Ross [Chorus: x2] |
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from Rick Ross - Port Of Miami (2006)
[Chorus]
Run how you want, boss Chill how you want, boss Floss how you want, boss Do whatcha like Go rock your chain, boss Pour that champagne, boss Keep getting paid, boss Do Whatcha like Ross, la la, la la, la la Do Whatcha like Ross,la la, la la, la la Do Whatcha like [Verse 1] As I'm poppin' my collar, black on black antique impala She ain't gotta speak 'cause my speakers let her know that I'm ballin They call me the boss, I be calling the shots It's Ricky Ross, that boy be ballin a lot That boy be ridin' big, that boy be ridin' rim's Not the flats but the fish 'cause they just swim New York to the west, you a boss if you fresh Scuff your shoes, wipe em down Now get back on your two step Stunting is boss Shining is boss Grand daddy kush, or the purt, yellow diamonds is boss That dime a boss, She fine as a house And she driving a porche, She designed for a boss [Chorus] Run how you want, boss Chill how you want, boss Floss how you want, boss Do whatcha like Go rock your chain, boss Pour that champagne, boss Keep getting paid, boss Do Whatcha like Ross, la la, la la, la la Do Whatcha like Ross,la la, la la, la la Do Whatcha like [Verse 2] I'm ridin' big, I'm hoping lanes My chevy thang, Got this chickens all insane Look at my stones tap dancing on the bezzle Bad baby at the rollie, lap dancing and wanna kiss me Oh no, 'cause of my chain 'cause of my bling like a peacock standing on my ring 'cause I'm a boss, I'm a spend it I'm a floss, I'm a winner You the loss, all these niggas Sprinkle soft 'cause I'm the pepper and the salt Whatcha feel, whatcha like Whatcha want, what's your type I done seen it, done it twice, bought it up the same night 'cause I'm a boss, its Ricky Ross If you buy, if you spend it, fuck the cost You's a boss, You a boss [Chorus] Run how you want, boss Chill how you want, boss Floss how you want, boss Do whatcha like Go rock your chain, boss Pour that champagne, boss Keep getting paid, boss Do Whatcha like Ross, la la, la la, la la Do Whatcha like Ross,la la, la la, la la Do Whatcha like [Verse 3] Before the block got whipped And they Pistol got ripped Before you got any chips You got permission from the boss On a mission for the charts, out-smart my competition Composition so sharp, so dark ,so vivid 26's on the old school Pro tools session Got the old school ho's Acting brand new sweating Brand new tennis chain, fancy pockets on my jeans Headed for the walk dude, fore' they win him on the stage Two a day, super pay Stupid brain from a model Triple see a hundred deep And everybody got a bottle Got a bottle full of purp Full of work, no leachin' Blew 50 last weekend, if you looking for a reason I'm the boss [Chorus] Run how you want, boss Chill how you want, boss Floss how you want, boss Do whatcha like Go rock your chain, boss Pour that champagne, boss Keep getting paid, boss Do Whatcha like Ross, la la, la la, la la Do Whatcha like Ross,la la, la la, la la Do Whatcha like |
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from Rick Ross - Deeper Than Rap (2009)
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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from Estelle - Break My Heart (Feat. Rick Ross) [single] (2011)
Cause I just wanna love you, baby
I don't wanna waste no time Wanna be your only one, baby Please don't break my heart [Rick Ross - Rap Verse] ... taylor made black linen ... Escalade with a made man in it Rose gold shades with the rozay lenses Pink champagne and the flow so endless All I seek is perfection Ain't no secrets i'ma eat that for breakfast Keep her close to me like lyrics She spoke to me in the middle of the winter So i'ma let her close to me [Estelle - Verse 1] All these stars out And these people know my name I can be so pretentious But he likes, all the same And these lights are glowing But he don't want none He rather chill and hug me Baby, he could be the one [Chorus] You want me to trust you But how can I trust you When I don't know the first thing about that There's so many questions And I don't wanna listen Messing with my heart and I just got it back I just wanna love you, baby I don't wanna waste no time Wanna be your only one, baby Please don't break my heart [Estelle - Verse 2] I've been here before I don't know if you're the type Who's gonna be keep me sure When the dark creeps in my mind Will you be there baby? Or will you let me go? Can you stand the pressure? This is what I need to know [Chorus] You want me to trust you But how can I trust you When I don't know the first thing about that There's so many questions There's so many lessons And I need for you to have my back I just wanna love you, baby I don't wanna waste no time Wanna be your only one, baby Please don't break my heart [Rick Ross - Rap Verse] All white in the winter Green in the summer Painted the Lamborghini same colour marijuana Floating in the 6 til I made her seasick Wetting these niggas up with this AMG kit Earned a reputation repping up and down the boulevard Me and baby Bonnie and Clyde off in the rental cars Propositions through politicians are common now My money tall we can never be on common ground Peel the top back getting higher than the higher power Making love in the penthouse then it's cianara Fell in love with shawty blame it on the chemistry Tools on the low fools really envy me Money multiply S600 Benz Me and my shawty lie we a team to the end Monopoly shopping sprees imagine what we can spend Me and my shawty live we gonna do this shit again [Bridge] Don't break it Please, don't break my heart No, don't break it Please, don't baby I just wanna love you, baby I know it from the very start Wanna be your only one, baby Please don't break my heart You got me living on a prayer You could be a millionaire or broke We won't pretend You know you're more than a friend Just because you love me Imma love you 'til the end I got you You got me I like you You like me And we could do everything I wanna love you, oh, baby, baby, baby Don't break it Please, don't break my heart No, don't break it Please, don't baby Cuz I just wanna love you, baby I don't wanna waste no time Wanna be your only one, baby Please don't break my heart |
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from Travis Barker - Can A Drummer Get Some [single] (2011)
(Swizz Beatz)
Can a drummer get some Can a drummer get some Can a drummer get some Can a drummer get some Can a, can a drummer get can a, can a drummer get Can, can a drummer get (Can a drummer get some) (Game) Boom, guess who stepped in the room Dressed in black diamonds like a fucking monsoon Back from the dead but they never found my killer So I jumped up out this grave like Michael Jackson in thriller Iller than most emcee's cause I be killin' 'em Most emcee's turn into ghost emcee's Yeah, give a drummer some If 32 seville when that all black Hummer run Face off, Nicholas Cage with a gauge I'm famous for killin' rappers, my style, grenade Cook shit like Rae, the chef Raekwon The beats are filet mignon without the A1. Who walk like a pitbull, You? who bitch please I ate your favourite rapper's heart out with a 16 Didn't hit the switch on something with fiends Make money with Ruff Ryders, homie, thats Swizz Cheese! (Swizz Beatz) Can a drummer get some Can a drummer get some Can a drummer get some Can a drummer get some Can a, can a drummer get can a, can a drummer get Can, can a drummer get (Can a drummer get some) (Lil Wayne) Bang, guess who checked in the game Smoke in the air like LeBron James Running this shit like he Ron Dayne Pull out my dick and just pee on flames She on Wayne, but she ain't what I be on I'm Leon, I pee on you pee-on's for eon's I'm in my prime like Deion I'mma shine like neon I'm a Lion like Leon But I'm 'bout to go off, cause that is all I know of I don't have to show y'all, I'd rather show off Yeah, Travis on the Drums Travis on the beat Wayne got the smoke and Game got the heat Weezy F I'm an Fing star Haha, get it? I'm an FN star Ha, and it's the Rock you bastards If I'm the rockstar, will rock you bastards (Swizz Beatz) Can a drummer get some Can a drummer get some Can a drummer get some Can a drummer get some Can a, can a drummer get can a, can a drummer get Can, can a drummer get (Can a drummer get some) (Rick Ross) Tupac and Juice riding on the loose King James round my neck, haters wish it was a noose Long Maybach and I wish it was a coupe Kush out the jar, car smellin' like duke Quarter milli on the seat, yeah I know I'm a goof Designer underwear she knows I'm a goose Got the wide body I'm a fat muthaf-cker In Swahili I'm screaming stack muthaf-cker Ya homie won't stop until I decide to Until then I'm making rollie's for the homies to ride to Smokes on the folds, folks wanna know Bitch I'mma boss, best foots on the blow Keep the hat pulled over, Big P on the front Travis on the drums, big weed on the blunt Being Savage where I'm from, Girls manage from the jump Don't trap me like a punk, Travis handing me the pumps, so (Swizz Beatz) Can a drummer get some Can a drummer get some Can a drummer get some Can a drummer get some Can a, can a drummer get can a, can a drummer get Can, can a drummer get (Can a drummer get some) Can a drummer get some Can a drummer get some Can a drummer get some Can a drummer get some Can a, can a drummer get can a, can a drummer get Can, can a drummer get (Can a drummer get some) |
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from Travis Barker - Give The Drummer Some [Deluxe Explicit Version] (2011)
(Swizz Beatz)
Can a drummer get some Can a drummer get some Can a drummer get some Can a drummer get some Can a, can a drummer get can a, can a drummer get Can, can a drummer get (Can a drummer get some) (Game) Boom, guess who stepped in the room Dressed in black diamonds like a fucking monsoon Back from the dead but they never found my killer So I jumped up out this grave like Michael Jackson in thriller Iller than most emcee's cause I be killin' 'em Most emcee's turn into ghost emcee's Yeah, give a drummer some If 32 seville when that all black Hummer run Face off, Nicholas Cage with a gauge I'm famous for killin' rappers, my style, grenade Cook shit like Rae, the chef Raekwon The beats are filet mignon without the A1. Who walk like a pitbull, You? who bitch please I ate your favourite rapper's heart out with a 16 Didn't hit the switch on something with fiends Make money with Ruff Ryders, homie, thats Swizz Cheese! (Swizz Beatz) Can a drummer get some Can a drummer get some Can a drummer get some Can a drummer get some Can a, can a drummer get can a, can a drummer get Can, can a drummer get (Can a drummer get some) (Lil Wayne) Bang, guess who checked in the game Smoke in the air like LeBron James Running this shit like he Ron Dayne Pull out my dick and just pee on flames She on Wayne, but she ain't what I be on I'm Leon, I pee on you pee-on's for eon's I'm in my prime like Deion I'mma shine like neon I'm a Lion like Leon But I'm 'bout to go off, cause that is all I know of I don't have to show y'all, I'd rather show off Yeah, Travis on the Drums Travis on the beat Wayne got the smoke and Game got the heat Weezy F I'm an Fing star Haha, get it? I'm an FN star Ha, and it's the Rock you bastards If I'm the rockstar, will rock you bastards (Swizz Beatz) Can a drummer get some Can a drummer get some Can a drummer get some Can a drummer get some Can a, can a drummer get can a, can a drummer get Can, can a drummer get (Can a drummer get some) (Rick Ross) Tupac and Juice riding on the loose King James round my neck, haters wish it was a noose Long Maybach and I wish it was a coupe Kush out the jar, car smellin' like duke Quarter milli on the seat, yeah I know I'm a goof Designer underwear she knows I'm a goose Got the wide body I'm a fat muthaf-cker In Swahili I'm screaming stack muthaf-cker Ya homie won't stop until I decide to Until then I'm making rollie's for the homies to ride to Smokes on the folds, folks wanna know Bitch I'mma boss, best foots on the blow Keep the hat pulled over, Big P on the front Travis on the drums, big weed on the blunt Being Savage where I'm from, Girls manage from the jump Don't trap me like a punk, Travis handing me the pumps, so (Swizz Beatz) Can a drummer get some Can a drummer get some Can a drummer get some Can a drummer get some Can a, can a drummer get can a, can a drummer get Can, can a drummer get (Can a drummer get some) Can a drummer get some Can a drummer get some Can a drummer get some Can a drummer get some Can a, can a drummer get can a, can a drummer get Can, can a drummer get (Can a drummer get some) |
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from Ace Hood - Champion [single] (2009)
Ace Hoooood
People said I wouldnt make it (make it) That Id never get to the top There was nothing they could say that would make me stop So I had to keep pushing (pushing) Through the pain and the tears All the things Ive been through is why im standing here Thats why they cant tell me nothing (nothing) They cant tell me nothing (nothing) They was wrong, this the song of a champion (champion) Thats why they cant tell me nothing (oh nothing) They cant tell me nothing (oh nothing) Let me see your hands up if you a champion Coming up i use to watch tv Look up at the screen Then look at my mama Tell her ma thats gon be me She said son you gon be great I knew it from the start Your daddy was a poet Thats how he captured my heart Its in my blood, you ask me why I keep it real Like asking how a ni**a feel Imagine how it feels Waking up to nothing is enough to give you chills Waking up to nothing is enough to make you kill Enough to bring your daughter on a heist, its unreal You said you gotta song living life unreal Thats why i put my life in every song I kill Sing it gurl Thats why they cant tell me nothing (oh nothing) They cant tell me nothing (oh nothing) They was wrong, this the song of a champion (champion) Thats why they cant tell me nothing (oh nothing) They cant tell me nothing (oh nothing) Let me see your hands up if you a champion I had a job too ni**as, so what? You haters make me laugh, how you hatin so much Go head and do the math Watch the numbers add up Picture me and Khaled rollin to the grammys up Keep running to The Runners when its time to make a (beat) Im gunning at you suckas who aint tryna feel this sh** blastin out a ni**as whip Throwing up a peace sign to all my hustlas on the strip Top down in the chevy yea you know i keep it pimpin And my pistol heavy ni**as know that aint slippin Know that im on the grind niggas know that aint slippin My faith is on the line so you know i aint slippin You trippin and thats why Thats why they cant tell me nothing (nothing) They cant tell me nothing (nothing) They was wrong this the song of a champion (champion) Thats why they cant tell me nothing (oh nothing) They cant tell me nothing (oh nothing) Let me see your hands up if you a champion (Lets break it down for em...) Ladies put your hands up high (Came too far now to give up) We gotta keep reaching for the sky (It dont even matter say wat you want) Fellas put your hands up in the sky (Nothing you could say thatll make me stop) We gotta keep reaching for the sky (Imma keep going till i reach the top, and thats why) Definitely livin the life I gravitated to the light I sacraficed a decade Now its times every nite Let them suckas spectate Cuz shorty I expect that We still touching big weight And surely i invest that Break it down the best way Cuz I know how to stretch that Haters talking sideways And i could never stress that Ready for the war though I would never compromise Mami call me Gordo You shine like summer time (2x) Thats why they cant tell me nothing (nothing) They cant tell me nothing (nothing) They was wrong this the song of a champion (ima champion and thats why) Thats why they cant tell me nothing (oh nothing) They cant tell me nothing (oh nothing) Let me see your hands up if you a champion People said I wouldnt make it (make it) That Id never get to the top There was nothing they could say that would make me stop So I had to keep pushing (pushing) Through the pain and the tears All the things Ive been through is why im standing here |
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from U.G.K. - Underground Kingz (2007)
(talking:)
(cocaine cocaine), I'd like to introduce you all to (cocaine cocaine) UGK, UGK bitch my man Bun B Pimp C in the house y'all, put your hands together Big Dick Cheney and Snowy Snow, (cocaine cocaine) (Pimp C:) Uh the bitch, been good to me Been bad to my homies, keep it cool with me I played it by the rules, and the regulations I use to switch cars with the Mexican, at the gas station Mine had money in it, his had the work After the deal was done, I make my girl pussy squirt Cause after the deal, we would all celebrate Happy cause it wasn't no jacking, and the product was straight I never came, with the funny business That's why we steady playing in Jags, and Benzes Some niggaz, let the city eat em up I was just coming up, whipping my pyrex steady beating it up I'm a shark with the fork, microwave or pot I'ma hit it with the Sprite, and make that butter lock Everything was cool, I was ice cold Till I let that bitch, get up in my nose (Hook: x5) Cocaine, cocaine (Bun B:) They call it cocaine, coc-a-ina, yayo Coca leaf, whatever you wanna say bro Cocaine is a hell of a drug, it ain't hum-drum And we all know where it's at, but where it come from The mountains of Columbia, and Peru Extracted from the coca leaf, but see that shit ain't new It's been around for hundreds of years, exploited by the rich They even use to put it in Coca-Cola, ain't that a bitch You had kings, queens, princes and princesses Even priests and popes, fought to getting it in different instances A privileged possession, for dozens of centuries Helped a few wars, legal and illegal industries Grown by the cartels, protected by gorillas Transported by the best, to the ghettos to straight killers The power of the powder pimping, you don't understand Ask W man, he's a dealer and a fan of cocaine (Hook x5) (Rick Ross:) You chilling on the corner, looking cooler than a mo'fucker Got a pocket full of hot, it's hotter than a mo'fucker Living in that condition, my Phantom in the front yard We them real dope boys, I ain't gotta front dog Big dope in the trunk, following my Map Quest Choppers in the white house, pistol on my lap yes I remember, when I first met that wonderful girl Club Rolex, she fathered my mother a pearl Spinning wild living foul, diamonds all in my dial Pimping style, but they yayo got me wearing linen now Getting paper, paper plates on convertables And my yayo to P-A, that work'll move Ricky Ross, only fuck with legends Pimp C, Bun B got the hustle perfected I could ship it to ya, or you could come and get it Just bring the cool million with ya, when you come and visit (Ross) (Hook x9) |
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from Rick Ross - Port Of Miami (2006)
[Akon: talking]
Convict [echo] Up Front Yeah... Convikt Muzik [Rick Ross talking (Akon)] Ross.. (ohhh) Triple see's [Chorus:] If you ever cross that line I guarantee ya there'll be nothin' to save ya I got a whole bunch of gorillas ready to pull the trigga And we all for that paper Comin' from a life of crime Tryna be on my best behavior You see my rep's gettin' bigger but still that same nigga bustin' shots at them haters But only if you cross that line (Hold up, Hold up) I was birthed in the crackhouse But what made it worse every first is a?? Little brother knowin' life illegal No toys just playin' wit pipes and needles I'm gon' find knights and regals Five thousand dollars on the paint just so life will see ya Green cards for the free lunch Now his green cards scream larger than seats crush Big guns for the other side Nigga try me I'ma teach his momma homicide I wanna see his momma eyes I done cried 20 years now I'm runnin' dry [Chorus:] Don't cross that line Hopin' that you don't cross that line Don't cross that line, Baby don't cross that line When I'm low on funds, I'ma load up guns Slap ya in the head I'ma open one African in bed, she just hope I'm done See the voodoo priest then the coke gon' come Open up a drum, I'm eatin' Oprah crumbs Got poor credit, got whore debit Walk in the 40-40 I'ma score, bet it Four tennis chains hoe, I'm progetic But the four pellets will getcha prosthetics If you don't get it, just don't let it A life sentence is a life sentence All my homies got 'em, they just like business [Chorus:] Don't cross that line Hopin' that you don't cross that line Don't cross that line, Baby don't cross that line Don't push me nigga, I ain't pussy nigga You "would be" killas, that is "could be" nigga The last minute of your last breath I'm the last entrance right before your last step Shot a, Block papa, my block gotta Cross the line - pay the fine (Ross) cop dollas The motto - you're age, creed, or color nigga Can't cut it stay choppin' through the butter nigga Critics wonder will I last long Even though I showed my ass on my last song I gets my mash on(Ross), no mask on(Ross), Cross Ross baby it'll be a sad song [Chorus:] Don't cross that line Hopin' that you don't cross that line Don't cross that line, Baby don't cross that line |
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from Kanye West - My Beautiful Dark Twisted Fantasy [Deluxe Edition] (2010)
[Kanye West] I love it though I love it though [Chorus] Uh put your hands to the constellations they way you look should be a sin, you my sensation I know I’m preaching to the congregation we love Jesus but you done learned a lot from Satan I mean a n-gga did a lot of waiting we aint married but tonight I need some consummation [Kanye West - Verse 1] may the Lord forgive us may the God’s be with us and that magic hour I seen good christians make rash decisions oh she do it, what happened to Religion? oh she lose it she putting on her make up she casually allure text message break up, the casualty of tour how she gone wake up and not love me no more I thought I was the ass hole, I guess it’s rubbing off hood phenomenom, the Lebron of rhyme hard to be humble when you stuntin on a jumbotron I’m looking at her like “this what you really want it, huh?” what we argue anyway, oh I forgot its summertime [Chorus] (satan, satan, satan) [Kanye West - Verse 2] When the sun go down its the magic hour the magic hour and outta all the colours that are still up the skies you got green on your mind I can see it in your eyes why you standing there with your face screwed up don’t leave while your hot that’s how Mase screwed up throwing sh-t around, the whole place screwed up maybe I should call Mase so that he could pray for us I hit the Jamaican spot, at the bar, take a seat I ordered you jerk, she said “you are what you eat” you see I always loved your sense of humour but tonight you should have seen how quiet the room was the Lyor Cohen or Dior Homme thats Dior Homme not Dior homie the crib scarface couldn’t be more Tony you love me for me could you be more phoney [Chorus] Uh put your hands to the constellations they way you look should be a sin, you my sensation haven’t said a word, haven’t said a word to me this evening Cat got your tongue? [Rick Ross - Verse 3] Lookin’ at my bitch I bet she give your ass a bone Lookin’ at my wrist it’ll turn your ass to stone Stretch limousine, sippin’ Rose all along Double-headed monster with a mind of his own Cherry red chariot, excess is just my character All black tux, nigga the shoes lavender I never needed acceptance from all you outsiders Had cyphers with Yeezy before his mouth wired Before his jaw shattered climbin’ up the Lord’s ladder We still speedin’ runnin’ signs like they don’t matter Uh, hater talkin’ never made me mad Never that when I’m in my favorite papertag Therefore G4s at the Clearport When it come to tools fool I’m a Pep Boy When it came to dope I was quick to export Never tired of ballin’ so it’s on to the next sport New Mercedes sedan, they’ll export So many cars DMV though it was mail fraud Different traps, I was gettin’ mail from Polk County, Jacksonville, rep Melbourne Whole clique’s appetite had tapeworms Spinnin’ Teddy Pendergrass vinyl as my jay burns I shed a tear before the nights over God bless the man I put this ice over Gettin’ 2Pac money twice over Still a real nigga, red Coogi sweater, dice roller I’m makin’ love to the angel of death Catchin’ feelings never stumble retracin’ my steps [End] |
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from Rick Ross - Trilla (2008)
Trilla
I hope your all enjoying yourselfs This is the dj khaled throwing down to aka the big dog pitbull terrasquadian aka we da best aka dade county 305 the movement We are here forever Rick Ross We survive through Every storm any weather any road block any fuck nigga We here forever and we aint never gonna stop Rick Ross is the defination of the projects Ricky Ross is the defination of the ghetto Rick Ross is the defination of the slums Rick Ross is the Streets you see Rick Ross is like the poor People President he represents the struggle he's the level of the hustle i am dj khaled and im gonna stand beside Rick Ross for the of my life through the good times through the bad times see we will never be stopped Never cause we the muthafucking best Eh yo E class man hold this man my machine broke from countin to much Cash Belive that haha |
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from Rick Ross - Deeper Than Rap (2009)
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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from Rick Ross - Port Of Miami (2006)
Ladies you are now tuned into the very best
Sho' Nuff songs Jazze Phizzle Rick Ross Let's go Daddy Rick Rizzle M-I-YAYO [Verse 1:] Candy all in the paint, rims deep in the dirt Gotta car full of work, nigga pocket full of hurt Choppa on the front seat, sucka if you want beef I'm in dade county, I'm the mayor you can come see Look here I'm well known, what you say? (I'm well known) Kush by the el-bow, I love when it smell strong Otherside of the bridge, niggas die just to live You want a beach, don't sleep 45 to ya wig Represent Carol City, Dirty South ride wit me M-I-Yayo on the map now it's my city Pullin out the Seven trey, ever-other day Got bout 40 in it, hit ya hoe for 40 minutes [Chorus:] Pull up on them 24's, while I leanin on the doors And I'm letting sucka's know, that I get it for da low I get it for da low (ROSS), I get it for da low I get it for da low (ROSS), I get it for da low Pull up in that white on white, know you wonder what its like Know you wonder what's the price, ain't nothing to a boss I get it for da low (ROSS), I get it for da low I get it for da low (ROSS), I get it for da low [Verse 2:] Niggas know how I does, neighborhood full of thugs Everybody sellin drugs, task force duckin us Load up the big guns, got so many which one? Everybody get to buy a house when the bricks come Hoes know my whole name, famous for co-caine Yea I'm bout to blow game, but I'm bout to blow mane Rick Rizzle clockin' dough, inventory gotta go If a nigga want it hard cook it like papa doughs Fat boy super cool, got something you can move When I did what I do she got like a swimmin pool Oh boy real wet, so boy hell yea I'm a millioniare but where I'm going I ain't there yet [Chorus:] Pull up on them 24's, while I leanin on the doors And I'm letting sucka's know, that I get it for da low I get it for da low (ROSS), I get it for da low I get it for da low (ROSS), I get it for da low Pull up in that white on white, know you wonder what its like Know you wonder what's the price, ain't nothing to a boss I get it for da low (ROSS), I get it for da low I get it for da low (ROSS), I get it for da low [Verse 3:] Go on let ya top down, fuck it blow a couple grand Treat her like an animal, make her do a hand stand Club Rolexx (lex), you can stunt yo I stood on a rolex smokin on a blunt hoe (ross) I'm heavy mane, off in this chevy game Dip it in the pretty paint, chromed out everything Take it back to the block, triple see across the top In an oldschool motor brand new out the box Got bout a hundred killas runnin' wit a hundred niggas Tell it there to ya face, don't nobody want it wit us Niggas dead broke, they better shake it off Skycap ass niggas mad that we takin off [Chorus:] Pull up on them 24's, while I leanin on the doors And I'm letting sucka's know, that I get it for da low I get it for da low (ROSS), I get it for da low I get it for da low (ROSS), I get it for da low Pull up in that white on white, know you wonder what its like Know you wonder what's the price, ain't nothing to a boss I get it for da low (ROSS), I get it for da low I get it for da low (ROSS), I get it for da low |
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from Rick Ross - Teflon Don [Explicit Version] (2010)
This is for the soldiers the see the sun
At midnight, ya dig Let me slow down (it's so incredible) [Rick Ross] I go to the grave before I be a bitch nigga Better behave, you're dealin' with some rich niggas We the lost symbols, speak in cryptic codes Ancient wisdom, valuable like gifts of gold I embark on life, my path is all math I understand the codes these hackers can't crack I understand that folks expect me to fold Community control to violate parole I won't fail, but a lot of men will I'm iconic in the field, like Solomon's Seal Uh, it's just an intro Allow my flow time to sink into the temple Free Mason, freelancer, free agents, we faster Big contracts, big contractors Built pyramids, period we masters No caterpillars, it was just a lot of niggas A lot of great thinkers and a lot of great inventors All white mansion, I'm the child of God All black diamonds, times were hard New Rolls Royce Guess you made it, nigga All white neighborhoods, you they favorite nigga My top back like J.F.K. They wanna push my top back like J.F.K. So, so I J.F.K. Join Forces with the kings and we ate all day Right now I could rewrite history I stopped writin so fuck it, I'll do it mentally [Rick Ross & John Legend Chorus (x2)] I go to the grave before I be a bitch nigga Better behave, you're dealin' with some rich niggas Started in the ghetto, now we worldwide Multiplying and I pray to God we never die [Jay-Z] Niggas couldn't do nothing with me they put the devil on me I would have preferred if niggas would squeeze the metal on me Rumors of Lucifer, I don't know who to trust Whole world want my demise, turn the music up Here me clearly If y'all niggas fear me, just say y'all fear me Fuck all these fairy tales, go to hell this is God engineering This is a Hail Mary pass, y'all interfering He without sin shall cast the first stone So y'all look in the mirror, double check your appearance Bitch I said I was amazing Not that I'm a Mason It's amazing that I made it through the maze that I was in Lord forgive me I never would've made it without sin Holy Water, my face in the basin Diamonds in my rosary shows he forgave him Bitch I'm red hot, I'm on my third six but the devil, I'm not My Jesus piece flooded but thou shall not covet Keep your eyes off my cupboard I'm a bad motherfucker, it's Hov just say you love it [Chorus (x2)] I go to the grave before I be a bitch nigga Better behave, you're dealin' with some rich niggas Started in the ghetto, now we worldwide Multiplying and I pray to God we never die [John Legend] If I ever die, never let it be said I didn't win Never, never say Never say Legend didn't go in (Imma go in) I just wanna die on top of the world Makin' love to my favorite girl I'm makin' beautiful music, we makin' a movie We knew we was born to do it [Chorus (x2)] I go to the grave before I be a bitch nigga Better behave, you're dealin' with some rich niggas Started in the ghetto, now we worldwide Multiplying and I pray to God we never die |
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from Rick Ross - Port Of Miami (2006)
Sometimes I rhyme slow
Sometime I rhyme quick Sometime I buy blow,so I supply bricks Motherfuckers looking at me sideways But can they tell that I'm getting money fly ways, lot of leatherwood, and they seats vibrate, chatting wit a bitch like your boys on Myspace, But she right here in my face,take her to a fly place, With a fly fireplace,no marshmallows, We let the dro burn, I dun seen the world, Girl its you're turn,I told you lies all my life, But you hold me down wrong or right, So its only right she get that Porsche truck, All black black rims call her Porsche, Let you're weave blow in the wind, 'cause believe every d boy need a friend [Chorus: Mario Winans] When can we, get away and enjoy each other, Get away and explore each other All I wanna know is,when can we, Get away and exchange our feelings, Keep it poppin like a movie screening, I only wanna get away [Rick Ross(verse 2)] In into heavy dope, I don't kiss very ho, So when I like a bitch, I am miss Mary o Feed alarios, sip ever glow,wit Gloria, That's a fine and humilio, baby really though, Its you're best bet,they'll be 6 O's in my next check, Wit a gun in hand I've always been a money man, Crack running man,fat Randall Cunningham. Look here I'ma tell you like this, We need time just to kick it like this, She licking my lips,she digging my kicks, So we did it like this,its rick Ross I'm the man of the hour, She love to make love,and we can in the shower, Back against the wall I'ma stand like a tower, Every time I'ma stand like a tower [Chorus:] Sometimes I rhyme slow sometime I rhyme quick, Sometime I buy blow so I supply bricks, You can't look me in the face girl, When you wrog ima put you in you're place girl, My money long,I got money just to waste girl, My money home and it up to my waist girl, I really love how you shake girl, You're like a phantom I love how you shake girl, Rick Ross ima real nigga, You can feel the realness when I deal wit ya, Baby I won't lie to ya,I'm to honest I promise I won't lie to ya, That otha bitch finished wit, You're the 1 I'm heavy dealing wit, And its candlelit can you handle it, 'cause I can handle it,so lets handle it [Chorus] When can we Oh you don't have to be alone, No not anymore,baby when can we I'll Take you anywhere you wanna go baby All you have to do I say yes to me, Say yes to me o,say yes to me baby, Say yes to me girl,and ill do anything anything for ya |
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from Akon - Give It To 'Em [single] (2010)
I have no choice but to win cause I Absolutely can't lose no way 200 percent I am on my job Gettin' money ain't nothin' left to I can say Get on your job with me Get on your job with me Ready for tomorrow if it ain't too late Cause when them people come lookin for that money Tell me man what you gon' say Give It To 'Em Na na na Na Na Na Na na na Na Na Na Na na na Na Na Na Na na na Na Give It To 'Em Na na na Na Na Na Na na na Na Na Na Na na na Na Na Na Na na na Na Give It To 'Em Know they kickin down your door just waving their four four Ain't thinking about the law Only thing on they mind is a little bit of shine And a couple stacks stashed up in your top drawers so Give It To 'Em And they coming 'round the corner 5 percent Chevy creepin' real slow you know the routine Don't try to play Magiver Sawed of shotgun pointin' out the window so Give It To 'Em Not to mention them crooked cops Pull you over when you drop on the side of the road take all your word Pocket all your dough I ain't goin' thru none of that no more I have no choice but to win cause I Absolutely can't lose no way 200 percent I am on my job Gettin' money ain't nothin' left to I can say Get on your job with me Get on your job with me Ready for tomorrow if it ain't too late Cause when them people come lookin for that money Tell me man what you gon' say Give It To 'Em Na na na Na Na Na Na na na Na Na Na Na na na Na Na Na Na na na Na Just Give It To 'Em Na na na Na Na Na Na na na Na Na Na Na na na Na Na Na Na na na Na Give It To 'Em Shell toed Adidas all black Lamborghini Sexy thang ridin' with me granting wishes like a genie Ain't no problem gettin' money certified eight digits Street When it come to gettin' paper better Give It To 'Em Started at poverty now they call us the penticle Talkin' Bugatti I blow it all on a vehicle Millions in real estate and the work that I administrate When I smoke in the whip peel the top just to vehicles Ain't no palm trees in the ghetto yeah it's cloudy weather but we shinin' bright as ever I refuse to lose in any game I choose to play Until I die I gotta get it in a major way I have no choice but to win cause I Absolutely can't lose no way 200 percent I am on my job Gettin' money ain't nothin' left to I can say Get on your job with me Get on your job with me Ready for tomorrow if it ain't too late Cause when them people come lookin for that money Tell me man what you gon' say Give It To 'Em Na na na Na Na Na Na na na Na Na Na Na na na Na Na Na Na na na Na Just Give It To 'Em Na na na Na Na Na Na na na Na Na Na Na na na Na Na Na Na na na Na Give It To 'Em I have no choice but to win cause I Absolutely can't lose no way 200 percent I am on my job Gettin' money ain't nothin' left to I can say Get on your job with me Get on your job with me Ready for tomorrow if it ain't too late Cause when them people come lookin for that money Tell me man what you gon' say Give It To 'Em |
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from Rick Ross - Deeper Than Rap (2009)
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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from Yo Gotti 5집 - Live From The Kitchen [Explicit Version] (2012)
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slayers98 The One That Got Away (7th Heaven Club Mix) Katy Perry The One That Got Away (Mixin Marc & Tony Svejda Peak Hour Club Mix) Katy Perry The One That Got Away (R3hab Club Mix) Katy Perry 곡 200 | 담기 2 | 추천 0 |
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from Rick Ross - Trilla (2008)
i got a brunch of dollars
i can spend them on her cause she can be my lady she can be my lover call me on the late night get right he aint acting right every super woman needs a super man here i am sight seeing we might be in the codra port or that new white BM home from FAMU with a gorgeous face next semester she transfer to florida state cooking like home etch for financial aid remember mean time my finance is straight i even open up the doors to the panantial states boss she used to fight with her moms till i sat em both down now she's tight with her moms i put the ice on her arm now she know she getting sliced spending nights in milan we still blow weed together cheated on her but we still gone be together with the house on the water hit the beach whenever shs's from the north and still can't believe there whether boss i got a brunch of dollars i can spend them on her cause she can be my lady she can be my lover call me on the late night get right he aint acting right every super woman needs a super man here i am here i am and here i go why you looking for that other when you got the best the previous was a test for ya now you in the big leagues a black sine brother who wouldn't wanna play for me ya last man was a chump and you can tell him i said it he was talking a lot at first but ou can see that dead it you can see i aint sweat it hell ill even call him my self and tell him i dead it naw please don't confuse me miss im tryina see if i could put you oh my hristmas list i hope you aint offended by this but i think your ass fine as shit and that's straight up real talk all bullshit aside she replied i like to do the wild thang action took place at my place now my place is her place i got a brunch of dollars i can spend them on her cause she can be my lady she can be my lover call me on the late night get right he aint acting right every super woman needs a super man here i am mo better mo cheddar not the man off your clothes last sweater hoe getter gorilla fuck chuffers i went and got mo killas boss i rock with niggas like fabolous cause he tell the truth baby like fabolous but you make it look glamorous here's spaghetti strapped heals not for amateurs risk quite rocky talk like fixy job like roxy spark that broccoli walk quite aky let me sexy i will save you if you let me fly with me get high as me i love the alphabet girl im a G time will tell rolex watches we show stoppas hoes just watchin i got a brunch of dollars i can spend them on her cause she can be my lady she can be my lover call me on the late night get right he aint acting right every super woman needs a super man here i am |
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from Rick Ross - Port Of Miami (2006)
Ya See Sugar I Been Yernin To Hold You Now I'ma Be Strate Up And Down Witcha 'cause Dats The Only Way I Know How To Be Now Baby Ima Ask you One Thing Can I Hold Ya
Cock Cock Ya Legs Let Me Hitcha From The Back Cock Cock Cock Ya Legs Let Me Hitcha Form The Back Cock Cock Cock Ya Legs Let Me Hitcha From The Back Hitcha From The Back Hitcha From The Back [Repeat: x 3] Met Her Down At The Mall Me And Boochie Copin Gucci Boochie Dats My Road Dawg Flippin Chickens For The Sushi Musta Been A Freak Alone For Baby Gurl To Read My Zone Or Them Red Monkey Jeans Dat Made Her Wanna Ring My Phone (There Dey Go There Dey Go) A Big Ol Pack Of Pretty Bitches (Ther Dey Go There Dey Go) We Dem Niggas Wit Dem 6's (There Dey Go There Dey Go) Countin All That Freaky Money See This Freaky Money See This Weaky Money Look At Me I Cook For Her Then I Make Her Cook For Me She Make Me Cook Her Lobster Tails I Make Her Go And Cook A Key Catch A Flight First Class Don P Every Glass Next Year We Private Jets In The Clouds Havin Sex Cum Once Cum Twice Rick Ross dumb Nice Baby Gurl Take Sum Advice And Cum And Fuck Ya Boy Tonight Come Fuck Wit A Fat Nigga Baby Fuck Wit A Rap Nigga Baby I'm On My Way Its Time Ta Hitcha From The Back Baby Let Me Hitcha From The Back Cock Cock Ya Legs Let Me Hitcha From The Back Cock Cock Cock Ya Legs Let Me Hitcha Form The Back Cock Cock Cock Ya Legs Let Me Hitcha From The Back Hitcha From The Back Hitcha From The Back [Repeat: x 3] Bundles A Bags So My Woman Can Brag Bell Habor Bell Boys Say Ima Wonderful Dad Excellent Pimp Salty The Shrimp I Went And Bought The Benz Same Kind Thatcha Rent No Minute Man This Dick Long Term I Lov Ta Get Brain Girl I Wanna Learn You Could Show Me That You Could Teach Me Things Welcome To The Mall here's Ya First Pinky Ring 20 Karats 20 Grand Paris Hilton Lennin Bed Cocaine Drug Lord Live At The Vibe Awards Sittin On The Third Row Call It The Bird Row I'm Next Ta Birdman Young Jeezy Kirk Blow We All Legends Legends In The Game We Wuz At Legends Back In The 90's Maine Now I'm Like A Ghost, In The White Phantom Take Her Home Fuck Her In The Wife Manner Let Me Hitcha From The Back Cock Cock Ya Legs Let Me Hitcha From The Back Cock Cock Cock Ya Legs Let Me Hitcha Form The Back Cock Cock Cock Ya Legs Let Me Hitcha From The Back Hitcha From The Back Hitcha From The Back [Repeat: x 3] Fuck The Games Girl I Need A Super Freak She Soakin In The Sunna I Smokin On A Leaf When We Come Together I Always Do My Job She Let Me Hit Hard Hit Hit Hit Hard I Stroke And Stroke I Poke And Poke We Rope A Dope She Won't Let Go I Giv Her A Stack She Givs Me Pleasure Wen Baby Gurl Down Wit Me Its Wateva Fuck Dat Movie Shit I'm On Dat Puchy Shit Downtown Shoppin Hot Shit I'm Coppin F Crown Hold Up Fresh Brown Rover Hitcha From The Back Fuck And Flip Ya Lik Ya Crack Cock Cock Ya Legs Let Me Hitcha From The Back Cock Cock Cock Ya Legs Let Me Hitcha Form The Back Cock Cock Cock Ya Legs Let Me Hitcha From The Back Hitcha From The Back Hitcha From The Back [Repeat; x 3] |
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from Ace Hood - Blood Sweat & Tears (2011)
[Chorus - Ace Hood]
Same old shit, just a different day Out here trying to get it, each and every way Momma need a house Baby need some shoes Times are getting hard Guess what I'ma do Hustle, hustle, hustle, hard Hustle, hustle, hustle, hard Hustle, hustle, hustle, hard Closed mouths don't get fed on this boulevard [Verse 1 - Ace Hood] Okay, I'm booked out until August Show money deposits See the shit then I cop it Got but a house note in my pocket I'm on South Beach with that top off Bad bitch and her ass soft Something out of that catalogue She introduced to that lock jaw And I think her name was Lisa Or maybe it was Sheila My chevy sitting too high I call that Wiz Khalifa And I'm all about them Ben Franklins Ain't talking Aretha Bitch my league too major I'm hip-hop Derek Jeter And I'm still feeling my pockets Big bass and it's knocking Yeah this be that remix But still ride around with that rocket Nigga welcome back to my household We the Best be that logo Hundred grand for that neck glow All about the deniero Nigga flow so retarded We be getting gnarley Whoa Kimosabe, it be me, Ross, Weezy, party because it's the [Chorus] [Verse 2 - Rick Ross] 24's on my Beamer You never know when I slide up Nineteen in my nina, red dot when I ride up Hundred deep in that K.O.D. King of diamonds that's me nigga No you bitches can't get my beat Choppers only thing free nigga Step to me and I teach you Somebody text his picture Straight drop in my beaker Ace knocking my speakers Last night I counted one mill' This morning one fifty Pussy niggas can't count me out, don't make me hurt your feelings V12, Jet Blue, forget it Rolex embedded with princess and baguettes Same old brick, but it's different yay Yeah that's candy paint, On my seven tre [Chorus - Lil Wayne] [Verse 3 - Lil Wayne] Okay now, Black Card in my pocket Riding around in that 'Gatti Pistol off my boxers I ain't got time to be boxing Got a red bone she look tropic If she fuck me right then she shopping Young Money we popping I eat these rappers, Anthony Hopkins See that V-neck, that's Polo Grilled up like Ocho Chuck Taylors with no socks You niggas chicken, pollo Nigga live in Sundays, king of diamonds Monday Swagger just dumb, call it Kelly Bundy Got a big house with a back yard, fish tank with sharks in it Real nigga I'm authentic I'll fuck the bitch till she short winded Got a bad bitch who be bartending Couple homies that gang bang I get on anybody track, and hit that bitch with that Wayne train Free my nigga T.I. Soowoo to the beehive Got a G6 and a G5 You pussy niggas you feline Don't stop the party, we be getting gnarley Oh Kimosabe, I'm with Mack, ? and Marley Beause it's the same old shit, just a different day Out here trying to get it, each and every way Momma need a house, baby need some shoes For that Carter IV, bitch, it's coming soon [Chorus] |
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from Rick Ross - Port Of Miami (2006)
Hustle, hustlin' hustlin'
Hustle, hustlin' hustlin' Hustle, hustlin' hustlin' Hustle, hustlin' hustlin' Hustle, hustlin' hustlin' Hustle, hustlin' hustlin' Hustle, hustlin' hustlin' Everyday I'm hustlin' Everyday I'm hustlin' Everyday I'm hustlin' Everyday I'm hustlin' Everyday I'm hustlin' Everyday I'm, everyday I'm, everyday I'm hustlin' Everyday I'm hustlin' Everyday I'm hustlin' Everyday I'm hustlin' Everyday I'm, everyday I'm, everyday I'm hustlin' Everyday I'm hustlin' hustlin' hustlin' hust-hustlin' Who the fuck you think you fuckin' with, I'm the fuckin' boss Seven forty-five, white on white that's fuckin' Ross I cut 'em wide, I cut 'em long, I cut 'em fat (What) I keep 'em comin' back (What), we keep 'em comin' back I'm in the distribution, I'm like Atlantic I got them motherfuckers flyin' 'cross the Atlantic I know Pablo, Noriega, the real Noriega He owe me a hundred favors I ain't petty nigga, we buy the whole thang See most of my niggas really still deal cocaine My roof back, my money rides I'm on the pedal, show you what I'm runnin' like When they snatch black I cry for a hundred nights He got a hundred bodies, servin' a hundred lifes [Chorus] Everyday I'm hustlin' Everyday I'm hustlin' Everyday I'm hustlin' Everyday I'm hustlin' Everyday I'm hustlin' Everyday I'm hustlin' Everyday I'm hustlin' Everyday I'm, everyday I'm We never steal cars, but we deal hard Whip it real hard whip it whip it real hard I caught a charge, I caught a charge Whip it real hard, whip it whip it real hard Ain't bout no funny shit still bitches and business I'm on my money shit still whippin' them Benzs Major league who catchin' because I'm pitchin' Jose Canseco just snitchin' because he's finished I feed 'em steriods to strengthen up all my chickens They flyin' over Pacific to be specific Triple C's you know it's back we holdin' sacks So nigga go on rat, run and tell 'em that Mo' cars, mo' hoes, mo' clothes, mo blows [Chorus] It's time to spend my thrills 'cause I'm spinnin' wheels I ain't drove in a week them bitches spinnin' still Talk about me because these suckers scared to talk about me Killers talkin' bout me, it ain't no talk about me It ain't no walkin' 'round me, see all these killers 'round me Lot of drug dealin' 'round me goin' down in Dade County Don't tote no twenty-twos, Magnum cost me twenty-two Sat it on them twenty-twos, birds go for twenty-two Lil' mama super thick, she say she twenty-two She seen them twenty-twos, we in room two twenty-two I touch work like I'm convertible Burt I got distribution so I'm convertin' the work In the M-I-A-YO them niggaz rich off that Yayo Steady slangin' Yayo, my Chevy bangin' Yayo [Chorus] |
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from Rick Ross - Port Of Miami (2006)
Hustle, hustlin' hustlin'
Hustle, hustlin' hustlin' Hustle, hustlin' hustlin' Hustle, hustlin' hustlin' Hustle, hustlin' hustlin' Hustle, hustlin' hustlin' Hustle, hustlin' hustlin' Everyday I'm hustlin' Everyday I'm hustlin' Everyday I'm hustlin' Everyday I'm hustlin' Everyday I'm hustlin' Everyday I'm, everyday I'm, everyday I'm hustlin' Everyday I'm hustlin' Everyday I'm hustlin' Everyday I'm hustlin' Everyday I'm, everyday I'm, everyday I'm hustlin' Everyday I'm hustlin' hustlin' hustlin' hust-hustlin' Who the fuck you think you fuckin' with, I'm the fuckin' boss Seven forty-five, white on white that's fuckin' Ross I cut 'em wide, I cut 'em long, I cut 'em fat (What) I keep 'em comin' back (What), we keep 'em comin' back I'm in the distribution, I'm like Atlantic I got them motherfuckers flyin' 'cross the Atlantic I know Pablo, Noriega, the real Noriega He owe me a hundred favors I ain't petty nigga, we buy the whole thang See most of my niggas really still deal cocaine My roof back, my money rides I'm on the pedal, show you what I'm runnin' like When they snatch black I cry for a hundred nights He got a hundred bodies, servin' a hundred lifes [Chorus] Everyday I'm hustlin' Everyday I'm hustlin' Everyday I'm hustlin' Everyday I'm hustlin' Everyday I'm hustlin' Everyday I'm hustlin' Everyday I'm hustlin' Everyday I'm, everyday I'm We never steal cars, but we deal hard Whip it real hard whip it whip it real hard I caught a charge, I caught a charge Whip it real hard, whip it whip it real hard Ain't bout no funny shit still bitches and business I'm on my money shit still whippin' them Benzs Major league who catchin' because I'm pitchin' Jose Canseco just snitchin' because he's finished I feed 'em steriods to strengthen up all my chickens They flyin' over Pacific to be specific Triple C's you know it's back we holdin' sacks So nigga go on rat, run and tell 'em that Mo' cars, mo' hoes, mo' clothes, mo blows [Chorus] It's time to spend my thrills 'cause I'm spinnin' wheels I ain't drove in a week them bitches spinnin' still Talk about me because these suckers scared to talk about me Killers talkin' bout me, it ain't no talk about me It ain't no walkin' 'round me, see all these killers 'round me Lot of drug dealin' 'round me goin' down in Dade County Don't tote no twenty-twos, Magnum cost me twenty-two Sat it on them twenty-twos, birds go for twenty-two Lil' mama super thick, she say she twenty-two She seen them twenty-twos, we in room two twenty-two I touch work like I'm convertible Burt I got distribution so I'm convertin' the work In the M-I-A-YO them niggaz rich off that Yayo Steady slangin' Yayo, my Chevy bangin' Yayo [Chorus] |
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from Def Jam 25: Volume 1 (DJ Bring That Back) (2008-1997) (2009)
Hustle, hustlin' hustlin'
Hustle, hustlin' hustlin' Hustle, hustlin' hustlin' Hustle, hustlin' hustlin' Hustle, hustlin' hustlin' Hustle, hustlin' hustlin' Hustle, hustlin' hustlin' Everyday I'm hustlin' Everyday I'm hustlin' Everyday I'm hustlin' Everyday I'm hustlin' Everyday I'm hustlin' Everyday I'm, everyday I'm, everyday I'm hustlin' Everyday I'm hustlin' Everyday I'm hustlin' Everyday I'm hustlin' Everyday I'm, everyday I'm, everyday I'm hustlin' Everyday I'm hustlin' hustlin' hustlin' hust-hustlin' Who the fuck you think you fuckin' with, I'm the fuckin' boss Seven forty-five, white on white that's fuckin' Ross I cut 'em wide, I cut 'em long, I cut 'em fat (What) I keep 'em comin' back (What), we keep 'em comin' back I'm in the distribution, I'm like Atlantic I got them motherfuckers flyin' 'cross the Atlantic I know Pablo, Noriega, the real Noriega He owe me a hundred favors I ain't petty nigga, we buy the whole thang See most of my niggas really still deal cocaine My roof back, my money rides I'm on the pedal, show you what I'm runnin' like When they snatch black I cry for a hundred nights He got a hundred bodies, servin' a hundred lifes [Chorus] Everyday I'm hustlin' Everyday I'm hustlin' Everyday I'm hustlin' Everyday I'm hustlin' Everyday I'm hustlin' Everyday I'm hustlin' Everyday I'm hustlin' Everyday I'm, everyday I'm We never steal cars, but we deal hard Whip it real hard whip it whip it real hard I caught a charge, I caught a charge Whip it real hard, whip it whip it real hard Ain't bout no funny shit still bitches and business I'm on my money shit still whippin' them Benzs Major league who catchin' because I'm pitchin' Jose Canseco just snitchin' because he's finished I feed 'em steriods to strengthen up all my chickens They flyin' over Pacific to be specific Triple C's you know it's back we holdin' sacks So nigga go on rat, run and tell 'em that Mo' cars, mo' hoes, mo' clothes, mo blows [Chorus] It's time to spend my thrills 'cause I'm spinnin' wheels I ain't drove in a week them bitches spinnin' still Talk about me because these suckers scared to talk about me Killers talkin' bout me, it ain't no talk about me It ain't no walkin' 'round me, see all these killers 'round me Lot of drug dealin' 'round me goin' down in Dade County Don't tote no twenty-twos, Magnum cost me twenty-two Sat it on them twenty-twos, birds go for twenty-two Lil' mama super thick, she say she twenty-two She seen them twenty-twos, we in room two twenty-two I touch work like I'm convertible Burt I got distribution so I'm convertin' the work In the M-I-A-YO them niggaz rich off that Yayo Steady slangin' Yayo, my Chevy bangin' Yayo [Chorus] |
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| from Nicki Minaj 2집 - Pink Friday ... Roman Reloaded (2012) | |||||
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from Lil' Flip - I Need Mine (2006)
(feat. Rick Ross)
[Lil' Flip (Rick Ross):] You smell that? (smell what?) That's money I smell money Hahaaa [Rossss:] I know y'all wonderin' like... "What the hell is Flip doin' man" "How he get out his deal?" All you gotta do is take 2 million And walk in the door, and that's how they'll let you go Hahaaa Cause I get money nigga I'm a fly boy nigga My chain worth thousand grands nigga That's twenty thousand karats nigga (Yeaahhh) Step your game up That's why your chain ain't up niggaaa [Verse 1: Lil' Flip] The 4-5 on my lap when I'm in the trap hood Blueberry by the pound, now where did you get that? (smoked it) I can't tell you nigga, I'm not a sniitcchh But on the real it feel great to be ricchhh I'm just playin' my hand, watchin' "Makin' The Band" (band) Johnny ordered my watch (watch) And he makin' the band (yeaahh) I be changin' it up (uuupp) Ain't no changin' me whaaatt (whaaat) You lil' niggas betta shut up shut up Aye, who shut the mall down? (me!) And who bought all the hats? (me!) Matter of fact, don't I look good in this Cadillac? (yesss) My roof back, my coupe black 50 grand I blew that I'm so fly they call me "Mr. I Can Do Dat" Cause [Hook: w/ Rick Ross adlibs] H-Town! M.I.A.-yayo That's how we do this It's the bosss Multi-millionaire shit 'round here Flip what up? [Verse 2: Rick Ross) Might cop a Benz (whaaat) Not a regular Benz (Rossss) Multi-millionaire so baby I double my endsss Mercedes, Maybach, broke niggas stay back The boss don't play, boy you gotta pay that Watch cop some bub (bub) G's runnin' stacks (stacks) They be year off (off) Bring my money back (back) Yeah I fuck wit G'sss (g'sss) Out in Cloverland (yeah) We talkin' 20 keysss But I don't know the man (Rosss) I'm gettin' cheese (cheeesseee) It's time to shine (shiinnee) I love to flip (flip) I'm flippin' mine (Rosss) Hoes love the smell (smell) They smell the money (money) You wanna smell yourself (bitch) Well bitch shell it from me (Rosss) [Hook: w/ Lil' Flip adlibs] [Verse 3: Lil' Flip] I told niggas I show niggas, I'm the best I'm the shit in New York, but I'm a God on the West (holla!) I must confess, 'The Source' own me two more mics (hey I need two more mics) I took my ringtone money and bought two more bikes I took my liquor money (yeah) And bought another crib (yeah) I got three maids (yeah) That is that fuckin' game Go ask Corn Row (ask him) We do it big right? (right) If I ain't front row, I ain't watchin' the fight (fuck it) I be in Street Port wit my nigga Bayday ??? I be in airports wit my fuckin' AK (shut up!) 4-7 to 11, 1-8-7 on a cop I know you prayin' that I flop, niggaaa! But [Hook] |
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from Trina - Glamorest Life (2005)
(RR) Trina, Rick Ross, Hot Box..
(Trina) I got a, fat pussy for a cocksucker I got a, hideout for a cop ducker I got a, condo for a baller nigga I got a, gay friend you can call her nigga (Rick Ross) I got a, dick game with a mean hustle I got an, Escalade no you can't touch it I got a, couple blocks up in Georgia nigga I got a, lil' brother cookin quarters nigga (Trina) I got a, couple girls who gon' come f**k I gotta, see the money time to come up I gotta, keep it real with my hustler hoes I got a, pump or two, who gon' boost them clothes (Chorus: Rick Ross + (Trina)) I gotta get mine, girl you gotta get yours (I gotta get mine, boy you gotta get yours) I gotta get mine, girl you gotta get yours (I gotta get mine, boy you gotta get yours) (Rick Ross) I gots, no love for a punk bitch I gotta, cuss her out to make her suck dick I got a, dildo in this bag baby I got a, lil' somethin for that ass baby (Trina) I know you, pay hoes cause I heard you did I got a, headhunter that'll serve you quick I got a, team of hoes you ain't seen befo' With green to blow, sick with cash and cream fo' sho' (Rick Ross) I gotta, f**k 'em all just cause I can I got her, much hotter than f**kin her own man The Ramada, she gave me a hundred dollars for head But my Pradas, were slipped on, I got knee and fled (Chorus) (Trina) I got a, couple cars, while most hoes sob You gotta give it to the nigga who wrote those bars I got a, check in the mail that you couldn't believe Now I got a Roley for 80 G's under my sleeve (Rick Ross) I gotta, let you hoes know who I be So instead of sayin Rick Ross I just pull out B's I got a, trap in the hood called no ID All my weed guaranteed, maybe fo' five seeds (Trina) I gotta, put it down in a major way I gotta, put y'all down with this game I play I gotta, get my pussy ate like everyday Bring the present with the cake in ya Escalade (Chorus) (Rick Ross) I got an, AK for a bitch nigga I gotta, let you know they only get bigger I got a, hit man for your problems nigga I got a, couple stacks that'll solve him nigga (Trina) I gotta... show my nigga love Cause he my nigga what, now hold yo' triggers up Ain't nuttin in this game is as big as us If it is, you can tell 'em, we don't give a f**k (Rick Ross) I gotta, hit 'em hard like Ronnie Lott Defended by Johnny Coch' cartel on the block I got a, fifty cal' and I'm waitin in the crowd Ready to get it down when y'all all 50'd out (Chorus) |
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