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from 112 - Pleasure & Pain (2006)
[Puff Daddy]
I thought I told you that we won't stop, I thought I told you that we won't stop, I thought I told you that we won't stop, I thought I told you that we won't stop, Eh eh, eh eh, I thought I told you that we won't stop, I thought I told you that we won't stop, eh eh, eh eh, I thought I told you that we won't stop, I thought I told you that we won't stop, Check it out... [Notorious B.I.G] NIGGGA, NIGGA, NIGGA, NIGGAJe-sus the notorious just, Please us with your lyrical thesis, We just chillin, Milk em top billin, Silk and pure linen, Me and little Cease, Malibu sea breeze, Dom P's, Palm trees, Cats lay in Pablo, In milked out diablos, The Williest, Bitches be the silliest, The more I smoke, The smaller the phillie gets, Room 112 where the players dwell, To stash more cash than Burn and Hale, Inhale, Make you feel good like Tony Toni Tone (feels good), Dig up in your middle like Monie (yeah), Don't know me, But your settin up to blow me, Try to style, Fly up north with a homie (yes), It's style is dondatta, Playas stay splurgin', Game so tight, They call it virgin... [112] Oh I need to know, Where we stand, Do we share this special thing called love, I know I do, What about you, I just can't get enough of the time... I need you in my life, Where do we go, What do I do, I can't live without your love, Thinkin' of you, Makes me feel, Like I am the only one for you, [Chorus:] Girl I want to be with you, No one else, Only you, Why can't we just, Make it happen, Baby, I need you in my life... Every time I'm with you, Never want it to come to an end (thought I told you that we won't stop), You always make me so happy, You'll always have a place in my heart... I need you in my life, Where do we go, What do I do, I can't live without your love, Thinkin' of you, Makes me feel, Like I am the only one for you, [Mase] Now you can hum all you want to, Cum all you want to, Money I'mma front you, Girl I wanna flaunt you, I'mma always want you, When nobody want you, If I die now my love will still haunt you, Mase ain't the one that will pay for your phone, Mase be the one that will take you home, Even though I'm not the one that gave you the stone, All your nights alone, I could make you moan, Everybody know I got more bounce than the ounce, Bad Boy get more money than you can count, Why I'm buying things you can't even pronounce, I'd do it to your cat for a large amount, And when the beef come you know where to be found, Why I be around till the winner is announced (the winner is), So there ya go girl with thousands in ya palms, Why you can't let by gones be by gones... [112] Where do I go, What must I do, If I can't live without your love, Thinkin' of you, makes me feel, baby, Like I am the only one for you, [Chorus] [Puff Daddy] I thought I told you that we won't stop, I thought I told you that we won't stop, I thought I told you that we won't stop, I thought I told you that we won't stop, Eh eh, eh eh, I thought I told you that we won't stop, I thought I told you that we won't stop, eh eh, I thought I told you that we won't stop, I thought I told you that we won't stop... |
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from Lil' Wayne - A Milli [single] (2008)
Young Money
Ya Dig A millionaire, I'm a young money millionaire Tougher than Nigerian hair My criteria compared to your career this isn't fair I'm a venereal disease like a menstrual bleed Through the pencil and leak on the sheet of the tablet In my mind 'cause I don't write shit, 'cause I ain't got time 'cause my seconds, minutes, hours go to the all mighty dollar And the all mighty power of that ch, ch, ch, ch chopper Sister, brother, son, daughter, father mothafuck a coppa Got the Maserati dancin' on the bridge pussy poppin' Tell the coppers hahahaha you can't catch 'em, you can't stop 'em I go by them goon rules if you can't beat 'em then you pop 'em You can't man 'em then you mop 'em, You can't stand 'em then you drop 'em, You pop 'em 'cause we pop 'em like Orville Redenbacher!! Motherfucker I'm ill A million here, a million there Sicilian bitch with long hair With coke in the derriere Like smoking the thinest air I open the Lamborghini hopin' them crackers see me Like look at that bastard weezy He's a beast, he's a dog, he's a motherfucking problem OK, you're a goon but what's a goon to a goblin? Nothing, nothing -- you ain't scarin' nothing On some faggot bullshit call him Denise Rodman Call me what you want bitch, call me on my sidekick Never answer when it's private, damn I hate a shy bitch Don't you hate a shy bitch? Yeah I ate a shy bitch She ain't shy no more, she changed her name to me bitch hahahaha, yeah, nigga that's my bitch So when she ask for the money, when you through don't be surprised bitch It ain't trickin' if you got it But you like a bitch with no ass, you ain't go shit Motherfucker I'm ill, not sick And I'm OK but my watch sick, yeah my drop sick, yeah my glock sick and my knot thick IM It! Motherfucker I'm Ill! Yeah See.. They say I'm rapping like Big, Jay and Tupac, Andre 3000 where is Erykah Baduh at? Who that? Who that say they're gonna beat Lil' Wayne My name ain't BIC, but I keep that flame man Who that one that do that boy? You all knew that True that swallow And I be the shit now you got loose bowels I don't owe you like two vowels But I would like for you to pay me by the hour Ha ha, and I'd rather be pushing flowers Than to be in the penn sharing showers Ha, Tony told us this world was ours and the Bible told us every girl was sour don't play in the garden and don't smell her flower call me Mr. Carter or Mr. Lawn Mower boy I got so many bitches like I'm Michael Lowry even Gwen Stefani said she couldn't doubt me Motherfucker I say life ain't shit without me Chrome lips poking out the coup look like it's pouting I do what I do and you do what you can do about it Bitch I could turn a crack rock into a mountain, dare me Don't you compare me 'cause there ain't nobody near me They don't see me, but they hear me They don't feel me, but they fear me. I'm illie C3 3P Hahahaha |
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from Lil' Wayne - Lollipop [single] (2008)
Bangladesh
Young Money Ya dig Yeah, Mac, I'm going in A millionaire, I'm a Young Money millionaire Tougher than Nigerian hair My criteria compared to your career, this isn't fair I'm a venereal disease like a menstrual bleed Through the pencil and leak On the sheet of the tablet in my mind 'Cause I don't write shit, 'cause I ain't got time 'Cause my seconds, minutes, hours go to the almighty dollar And the almighty power of that ch-ch-ch-ch-chopper Sister, brother, son, daughter, father, motherfucka, coppa Got the Maserati dancin' on the bridge, pussy poppin' Tell the coppa's, ha-ha-ha-ha You can't catch 'em, you can't stop 'em I go by them goon rules If you can't beat 'em, then you prop 'em You can't man 'em, then you mop 'em You can't stand 'em, then you drop 'em You pop em, 'cause we pop 'em like Orville Redenbacher Motherfucka, I'm ill...yeah A million here, a million there Sicilian bitch with long hair and coke in her derriere Like smokin' the thinnest air, I open the Lamborghini Hopin' them crackers see me like, "Look at that bastard Weezy" He's a beast, he's a dog, he's a motherfuckin' problem Okay, you're a goon, but what's a goon to a goblin? Nothin', nothin', you ain't scarin' nothin' On some faggot bullshit, call 'em Dennis Rodman Call me what you want, bitch Call me on my Sidekick Never answer when it's private Damn, I hate a shy bitch Don't you hate a shy bitch? Yeah, I ate a shy bitch And she ain't shy no more, she changed her name to my bitch Ha-ha, yeah, nigga, that's my bitch So when she ask for the money when you through Don't be surprised, bitch It ain't trickin' if you got it But you like a bitch with no ass, you ain't got shit Motherfucka, I'm ill, not sick And I'm okay, but my watch sick Yeah, my drop sick, yeah, my Glock sick And my knot dick I'm ill Motherfucka, I'm ill...yeah, see They say I'm rappin' like Big, Jay, and Tupac Andre 3000, where is Erykah Badu at? Who that? Who that say they gonna beat Lil Wayne? My name ain't Bic, but I keep that flame, man Who that wanna do that, boy? Ya knew that true the swallow And I be the shit, now you got loose bowels I don't owe you like two vowels But I would like you to pay me by the hour, ha-ha And I'd rather be pushin' flowers Than to be in the pen sharin' showers Tony told us this world was ours And the Bible told every girl was sour Don't play in her garden and don't smell her flower Call me Mr. Carter or Mr. Lawn Mower Boy, I got so many bitches like Mike Lowry Even Gwen Stefani said she couldn't doubt me Motherfucka, I say life ain't shit without me Chrome lips pokin' out the coupe, look like it's poutin' I do what I do, and you do what you can do about it Bitch, I can turn a crack rock into a mountain, dare me Don't you compare me, 'cause there ain't nobody near me They don't see but they hear me, they don't feel me but they fear me I'm illy C3, 3P |
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from Lil' Wayne - Tha Carter III (2008)
Young Money
Ya Dig A millionaire, I'm a young money millionaire Tougher than Nigerian hair My criteria compared to your career this isn't fair I'm a venereal disease like a menstrual bleed Through the pencil and leak on the sheet of the tablet In my mind 'cause I don't write shit, 'cause I ain't got time 'cause my seconds, minutes, hours go to the all mighty dollar And the all mighty power of that ch, ch, ch, ch chopper Sister, brother, son, daughter, father mothafuck a coppa Got the Maserati dancin' on the bridge pussy poppin' Tell the coppers hahahaha you can't catch 'em, you can't stop 'em I go by them goon rules if you can't beat 'em then you pop 'em You can't man 'em then you mop 'em, You can't stand 'em then you drop 'em, You pop 'em 'cause we pop 'em like Orville Redenbacher!! Motherfucker I'm ill A million here, a million there Sicilian bitch with long hair With coke in the derriere Like smoking the thinest air I open the Lamborghini hopin' them crackers see me Like look at that bastard weezy He's a beast, he's a dog, he's a motherfucking problem OK, you're a goon but what's a goon to a goblin? Nothing, nothing -- you ain't scarin' nothing On some faggot bullshit call him Denise Rodman Call me what you want bitch, call me on my sidekick Never answer when it's private, damn I hate a shy bitch Don't you hate a shy bitch? Yeah I ate a shy bitch She ain't shy no more, she changed her name to me bitch hahahaha, yeah, nigga that's my bitch So when she ask for the money, when you through don't be surprised bitch It ain't trickin' if you got it But you like a bitch with no ass, you ain't go shit Motherfucker I'm ill, not sick And I'm OK but my watch sick, yeah my drop sick, yeah my glock sick and my knot thick IM It! Motherfucker I'm Ill! Yeah See.. They say I'm rapping like Big, Jay and Tupac, Andre 3000 where is Erykah Baduh at? Who that? Who that say they're gonna beat Lil' Wayne My name ain't BIC, but I keep that flame man Who that one that do that boy? You all knew that True that swallow And I be the shit now you got loose bowels I don't owe you like two vowels But I would like for you to pay me by the hour Ha ha, and I'd rather be pushing flowers Than to be in the penn sharing showers Ha, Tony told us this world was ours and the Bible told us every girl was sour don't play in the garden and don't smell her flower call me Mr. Carter or Mr. Lawn Mower boy I got so many bitches like I'm Michael Lowry even Gwen Stefani said she couldn't doubt me Motherfucker I say life ain't shit without me Chrome lips poking out the coup look like it's pouting I do what I do and you do what you can do about it Bitch I could turn a crack rock into a mountain, dare me Don't you compare me 'cause there ain't nobody near me They don't see me, but they hear me They don't feel me, but they fear me. I'm illie C3 3P Hahahaha |
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