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from Birdman - 5 * Stunna (2007)
[Intro - Lil Wayne]
And we gone grind I say we gone grind I say we gone grind (X2) I'm grinding y'all [Verse 1 - Birdman] Fuck it we going to get it homie Pop it and split it homie, live it and hustle homie Grind till we billions homie, more money, new lens More money, new Benz, more money, two twins What we toting homie? Got it from the bottom, raised to the top with it, hundred mill' rock with it Hundred mill' drop with it, got the Benz and the Phantom like way back Forty, fifty cars in my hood, bitch touch that Play the model nigga, drinking out the bottle with it, on the island with it Money and power with it, watch the little nigga jam on you bitches While I'll be sitting on the island, nigga fucking these bitches More hundred [Chorus - Lil Wayne] X4 And we gone grind I say we gone grind I say we gone grind [Verse 2 - Brisco] Same clothes three days, watch me get my grind on My auntie say I smoke too much, that's why a nigga mind gone Can't stop hustling, I get it from my dad, all I know is box, Cuban stamps, and Ziploc bags Rental cars tinted out, time to hit the interstate Got a fetish for Ferraris and bad bitches I can renovate I ain't talking penny weight, I'm talking big money I'm talking breaking it down, to the last onion Poppy know my forte, I get them and drop And if they rolling up the rug, we shake them down and re-rock them I got to get it, it's all about a dollar, I do it every day so I'm living blue collar [Chorus] [Verse 3 - Birdman] Shit, see I came across the state lines, know I had to get mines Hundred mill' was the ticket, for a straight grind Know I had to get back where I started, had to get back what I lost, new fleet that I ordered Got more chips, flipping out the other licks Bad for the birds homie, born hood rich Came from the rockets straight to the topics That's how we getting it, big money won't stop it More hundred [Chorus] |
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from Rick Ross - Port Of Miami (2006)
[Chorus]
Uh, I wear the gun like a gurtle Bullet proof car got me feelin' like a turtle Shit, these niggas ain't satisfied until they get murdered u heard me Yeah and I'ma G you don't know a motherfuckin' thing bout me I tell u one motherfuckin' thing bout me bitch I got so much money on me uh I'm lookin' thug in the Bentley (who) I gotta few slugs don't temp me (ah) Khaled put me up on the firm mats (Khaled) I'ma million dollar nigga lets confirm that (Ross) I rep carrot city out in Vegas (Vegas) N the matchin' huned thousand dollar bracelet (who) Mo' guns then the matrix (matrix) Neo reload get ya face twist Cartel cocaine by the cases (cases) Cartel mo' cars then the races (races) A-K's on a lear jet (g-4) Rick Ross I'ma Real threat [Chorus] Standin' in the blue house choppa in my right hand Stomach growlin' bris gotta feed the fam I gotta meet a man the man with them kilograms He bouta get jammed by the open locker goons I found a needle in the hay stack (hay stack) Put boy in to flood the streets n got my weight back Now I'm known around day as the young don Ain't no bitch made pussy's where I come from (nah) Ain't no dick ain't stoppin' shit 8 pound on the pinky bird fat on the wrist (On the wrist) so far so hood When the rounds hit his ass it ain't look so good (so good) Now he leavin' in a black bag He a roach the bris be the black flag And don't leave ya dope round me Straight gutter 4real ask ya homie bout me [Chorus] Fat paper bag brown paper bag Rubber band green paper cash (yep) Fuck with 'em get the laser tag Yall niggas better wave a flag it is ova I walk wit a hand gun ride with more From it must been a coop or somethin' Since I love her I'ma put some candy on that hoe I go topless no panties on that hoe (see) yall niggas think its sweet sweet tooth niggas get shot in the teeth Like that boy I got guns where guns ain't suppose to be You need to get a full dose of me (I'm crack) yeah [Chorus] Niggas low I'm illatic (whoo) Know who you dealin' with (whoo) Fuck ya pretty whip you niggas ain't killin' shit Every bird I whip fuckin' every bird I'm wit I'm ya makeveli sucker where that murder hit Yall niggas ain't trill (trill) Yall niggas know the deal (deal) Yall niggas wanna deal (deal) What you talkin' is irrelevant (relevant) Shit a leave a whole in a elephant (boom) So if I got it them I'm sellin' it (sellin' it) Need cheese cake like Frederick (who) U hear the rederick prick u not a predict Rick in a 7 6 six shot metal kit (Ross) [Chorus] |
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from Brisco - On The Wall [single] (2010)
[Chorus - Lil Wayne] X2
She want to get it so she do me all up on the wall She want to get it so she do me all up on the wall I want to get it so I do her all up the wall I want to get it so I do her all up the wall [Verse 1 - Brisco] Yeah, I be that nigga Brisco When I come through they know I'm known to ball She sipping Nuvo while I'm puffing, got them on the wall Got the spliff, high stick Hands on the handle bars Hop in, let the top back now I'm in my lane, bowling ball Ha, I might be going about a hundred miles Sipping on that Henny in that 'Ghini I be going hard She like "don't leave me Papa" I'm not a G but I be here you ever need me, need me [Chorus] [Verse 2 - Brisco] I do her all up on the wall Shawty done forgot her draws Check the bathroom and bye, bye I'ma beat her in the stall Everybody on the wall And we on that alcohol Shit can happen, clap clapping, round of applause Ha, I might be going about a hundred miles Sipping on that Henny in that 'Ghini I be going hard She like "don't leave me Papa" I'm not a G but I be here you ever need, me need me [Chorus] [Verse 3 - Brisco] I'm under her arrest, my hands completely cuffed She always in control I know she like it rough Never let her fuss Never try to call her phone Just hit her with a text, to let her know it's on Throw her all up on the wall Now I'm all up on her fanny She probably South Beach Fontainebleau Miami I know she want to get it And I'm so quick to get it I always pull her hair And ask her how it feel Brisco [Chorus] |
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from Flo Rida - Mail On Sunday (2008)
I got my money right, I aint nothin nice,
its goin down tonight, thats what the bitches like all day long I got my money right, I aint nothin nice, its goin down tonight, thats what the bitches like all day long, I aint hurry for nothin baby (all day long) I aint hurry for nothin now hold it down I got my money right, I aint nothin nice, its goin down tonight, thats what the bitches like all day long, I aint hurry for nothin baby (all day long) I aint hurry for nothin now hold it down (all day long) Everythin safe, got a walk-in safe Treadmill rappers still runnin in place All these meals I can share my plate Flo Rida full yeah I already ate Plenty to give or take Im bout business Make no mistake baby serious this real estate froms a million inches away my postition im cuttin cake im the chef in the kitchen late from my recipe bill its on the essence of haulin weight Dont worry bout a dolla don dolla with the prada aint no problem if you swalla you a scarlet you get holla grand pieces I got em I get em ballin like sucka consider the show stoppa Im holdin it down propa I got my money right, I aint nothin nice, its goin down tonight, thats what the bitches like all day long, I aint hurry for nothin baby (all day long) I aint hurry for nothin now hold it down I got my money right, I aint nothin nice, its goin down tonight, thats what the bitches like all day long, I aint hurry for nothin baby (all day long) I aint hurry for nothin now hold it down (all day long) My life is straight Im livin good I aint hurtin for nothin Im not the riches in the word but im workin with somethin The escalade all pearl, you control it with buttons They keep the tabs on they curb when i come through stuntin Thats Brisc best to believe it seatin on skates Im the don take it or leave it, throw it in ya face Big B's makin it rain no need to hate Got beef, loadin them thangs, grip the whole case I got my money right and Im livin up some rubba bands Hit the club heavy with, bet i spend a couple grand (couple grand) On pictures, shove the keys on the hand When Im on the scene know that Brisc be a wanted man I got my money right, I aint nothin nice, its goin down tonight, thats what the bitches like all day long, I aint hurry for nothin baby (all day long) I aint hurry for nothin now hold it down I got my money right, I aint nothin nice, its goin down tonight, thats what the bitches like all day long, I aint hurry for nothin baby (all day long) I aint hurry for nothin now hold it down (all day long) Itch in my jeans im gettin braid everyday bitches thicka than venus i told Serena she can train got my money like a train is always on track got my money more than fame so that explain the all black all black, made back and in the back of em im getting on people wanna bill a case on me fuck it just bring it on they only made me (stronger) i muscle my money (longer) still husslin out of the (longer) just tryin to take out my (longer) gotta a bottom nigga holla on my holla on my southern my revolver like a blocka doing pacha bell hour im a shove it non stopa all the shit ima cocka so i can dick it cant stopa doing tricks for big poppa I got my money right, I aint nothin nice, its goin down tonight, thats what the bitches like all day long, I aint hurry for nothin baby (all day long) I aint hurry for nothin now hold it down I got my money right, I aint nothin nice, its goin down tonight, thats what the bitches like all day long, I aint hurry for nothin baby (all day long) I aint hurry for nothin now hold it down (all day long) |
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from Alessia Labate - Body Talk [digital single] (2021) |