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from Lil' Wayne - 500 Degreez (2002)
I met her when I was young and she was younger With a body like woman so her age meant nothing I had to get her number After how she made them daisy doots fit her all summer I'm wishing I could hit her all summer And all she ever wanted Was for young Weezy to love her But all I ever wanted was to cum easy and dump her But that didnt come easy 'Cuz she ended up being my baby's mother and then I felt smothered but little did I know I'd never find the same girl inside another But I never thought that I'd be looking for her And I never thought that late at night When I'm in the mix...laying down with some chick That suddenly it'll click How this broad in my drawers dont know shit Bout what I did 'fore I was big When's there's a woman with my kid where I should be She screamed to me (What?) My love, my patience, my pain (OK) Nigga please I got the young'n blues y'all (da-da-da-da-da) I got the young'n blues y'all (da-da-da-da-da) I got the young'n blues y'all (da-da-da-da-da) I got the young'n blues y'all (da-da-da-da-da) I met her after the fame And she aint even like me but I got her after the game Mami was a nice piece, young Cali sweet thang Made her into wifey and then reality changed It was going good...I was happy again But then things got rapidly strange And it had to be Wayne She was still a virgin What more could I ask from a dame But I was a bastard...I asked for the pain Now my ass in the rain And she got a new life...the picture flipped And none of it includes Weez and all his bullshit (Shit) And I remember the Bahamas for the weekend |
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from Lil' Wayne - Dedication 3 Gangsta Grillz (2008)
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slayers98 Timeless Love Yuhki Kura.. Heartstrings Yuhki Kura.. Second Romance Yuhki Kura.. 곡 199 | 담기 2 | 추천 0 |
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from Lil' Wayne - Tha Carter III (2008)
I'm with a hundred and one niggas we dalmation doggy Deep
And fly with the tongue so if u feelin froggy leap Kermit you better think before you ribbit Don't be murdered over your song before add libit I pop up like exzibit Forget it I'm at your krivitz Not to put no f**kin fish tanks in your civics F**k getting your ride pimped Ull get hard tyed wimped Have u in da trunk curled up like fried shimp It's been a good year maybe I shud ride with blimp Cause your boy jus stay above the game They tryna tag em, spray a brotha frame But your shots can't reach me I'm way above your aim Go 'head nigga, say another name Take dis family for a joke play dem wayan brothagames And I'm a get u sucka I be scheming with dis keenin Aimin with dis damon I'm puttin dat major pain in My lil man zonia marlon and shonia Lay da beef on dis noodle Make some noodle lasagna 40 cal fetticine tres pound pasta You reach for dis medalion you must like italian, nigga You only see me pushin if the drivers tired I work da s6 ever since the 5 retired The drop top, dey say his social drive expired So you could call a cab once your bitch fall for fab Uh I get money like a *muf**ka* Shades darker den I bitch but I cud see I got everything You got nuthing You ain't got nuthin on me Uhhh I'm gettin money like a *muf**ka* Yeaa money u wud never see yeaa I got everything You got nuthing You ain't got nuthin on me I'm on da grind till da police come With dat pistol on da side boy don't be dumb Or... I let that semi twirl ya Now you could follow the drip Cause one shot outta the clip will jerry curl you Wen you sloppy like seconds Obey me like peasents Or get opened up like presents Please, my yung boys whilin for respect Slit your throat, have you smilin witcha neck Say cheese My doughs a bit longer My flow is jus slaughter My wrists look like frozen poland spring water So tell me boys tell me boys who u think your messin with I get money out da ass, dats sum expensive shit Havent u all heard (what?) Ya'll all herbs(yup) I stick toothpicks(where) In ya aw-derbs Listen, I'm a shark, ya'll jus coyfish(whatelse) Octopus(whatelse) Oysters Haha I got my eye on your wifey now(yea) I'll have her lick me up(up) And den wipe me down(down) She tol me uze a nag, uze a bug(ddaammn) She tol me I'm a blast I'm a stud*(daaamn)* She tol me ude be beast n ude be checkin for da burn So I gave her knee pads for da rug(haha) It's scar gang from the chain of the lifestyle U surfboy dudes get wiped out(totally) Uh I get money like a *muf**ka* Shades darker den I bitch but I cud see I got everything You got nuthing You ain't got nuthin on me Uhhh I'm gettin money like a *muf**ka* Yeaa money u ain't never see yeaa I got everything You got nuthing You ain't got nuthin on me Get you 3-4 get you like da number after 1 umma a get me 2 It's weezy f u now u gotta hava baby My money don't fold nor bends Mercedes maybach, grey black And I gota 4-4 and a k like 8-stacks F**k yo city yo town I state facts, take dat No, better yet like diddy take dat Wait rats I hate rats I clean dem out like ajax Got paper like A fax machine Assaneen Damn I mean assanon Dappa don After mine dere will be non Damn I mean dere will be nun I will be one Of da greatest things u ever felt you ever seen or Heard carter Harvard ya'll scared Not me Not I Call me young popeye Tell bruno I'm a nuno I'll bring ral to your funrol Damn I mean funeral funerol You say tomato I say tamata U say get em I say got em Yea I got em Man u better keep payin me cause u don't want my problems I be wildin like capital one... what is in your wallet You fly But what is it to pilot Weezy I'm at the top foot up in your bottom Damn I mean foot up in your ass I kick dat shit now gon put it in da trash Diesel Uh I get money like a *muf**ka* Shades darker den I bitch but I cud see I got everything You got nuthing You ain't got nuthin on me Uhhh I'm gettin money like a mutherf**ka Yeaa money u ain't never see *yeaa yeaa uh You ain't got nuthin on me Yeaa im gettin money like a muf**ka Shades darker den a bitch but I cud see I got everything You got nuthing You aint got nuthin on me Yeaa im gettin money like a muf**ka Big money nigga, big money nigga, big money nigga Yeaa |
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from Lil' Wayne - Tha Carter III (2008)
I'm with a hundred and one niggas we dalmation doggy Deep
And fly with the tongue so if u feelin froggy leap Kermit you better think before you ribbit Don't be murdered over your song before add libit I pop up like exzibit Forget it I'm at your krivitz Not to put no f**kin fish tanks in your civics F**k getting your ride pimped Ull get hard tyed wimped Have u in da trunk curled up like fried shimp It's been a good year maybe I shud ride with blimp Cause your boy jus stay above the game They tryna tag em, spray a brotha frame But your shots can't reach me I'm way above your aim Go 'head nigga, say another name Take dis family for a joke play dem wayan brothagames And I'm a get u sucka I be scheming with dis keenin Aimin with dis damon I'm puttin dat major pain in My lil man zonia marlon and shonia Lay da beef on dis noodle Make some noodle lasagna 40 cal fetticine tres pound pasta You reach for dis medalion you must like italian, nigga You only see me pushin if the drivers tired I work da s6 ever since the 5 retired The drop top, dey say his social drive expired So you could call a cab once your bitch fall for fab Uh I get money like a *muf**ka* Shades darker den I bitch but I cud see I got everything You got nuthing You ain't got nuthin on me Uhhh I'm gettin money like a *muf**ka* Yeaa money u wud never see yeaa I got everything You got nuthing You ain't got nuthin on me I'm on da grind till da police come With dat pistol on da side boy don't be dumb Or... I let that semi twirl ya Now you could follow the drip Cause one shot outta the clip will jerry curl you Wen you sloppy like seconds Obey me like peasents Or get opened up like presents Please, my yung boys whilin for respect Slit your throat, have you smilin witcha neck Say cheese My doughs a bit longer My flow is jus slaughter My wrists look like frozen poland spring water So tell me boys tell me boys who u think your messin with I get money out da ass, dats sum expensive shit Havent u all heard (what?) Ya'll all herbs(yup) I stick toothpicks(where) In ya aw-derbs Listen, I'm a shark, ya'll jus coyfish(whatelse) Octopus(whatelse) Oysters Haha I got my eye on your wifey now(yea) I'll have her lick me up(up) And den wipe me down(down) She tol me uze a nag, uze a bug(ddaammn) She tol me I'm a blast I'm a stud*(daaamn)* She tol me ude be beast n ude be checkin for da burn So I gave her knee pads for da rug(haha) It's scar gang from the chain of the lifestyle U surfboy dudes get wiped out(totally) Uh I get money like a *muf**ka* Shades darker den I bitch but I cud see I got everything You got nuthing You ain't got nuthin on me Uhhh I'm gettin money like a *muf**ka* Yeaa money u ain't never see yeaa I got everything You got nuthing You ain't got nuthin on me Get you 3-4 get you like da number after 1 umma a get me 2 It's weezy f u now u gotta hava baby My money don't fold nor bends Mercedes maybach, grey black And I gota 4-4 and a k like 8-stacks F**k yo city yo town I state facts, take dat No, better yet like diddy take dat Wait rats I hate rats I clean dem out like ajax Got paper like A fax machine Assaneen Damn I mean assanon Dappa don After mine dere will be non Damn I mean dere will be nun I will be one Of da greatest things u ever felt you ever seen or Heard carter Harvard ya'll scared Not me Not I Call me young popeye Tell bruno I'm a nuno I'll bring ral to your funrol Damn I mean funeral funerol You say tomato I say tamata U say get em I say got em Yea I got em Man u better keep payin me cause u don't want my problems I be wildin like capital one... what is in your wallet You fly But what is it to pilot Weezy I'm at the top foot up in your bottom Damn I mean foot up in your ass I kick dat shit now gon put it in da trash Diesel Uh I get money like a *muf**ka* Shades darker den I bitch but I cud see I got everything You got nuthing You ain't got nuthin on me Uhhh I'm gettin money like a mutherf**ka Yeaa money u ain't never see *yeaa yeaa uh You ain't got nuthin on me Yeaa im gettin money like a muf**ka Shades darker den a bitch but I cud see I got everything You got nuthing You aint got nuthin on me Yeaa im gettin money like a muf**ka Big money nigga, big money nigga, big money nigga Yeaa |
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| from Lloyd - You (Intl MaxiEnhanced) [single] (2007) | |||||
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from Nivea - Nivea (2003)
Ah no the fights out
somebody's about to get their lights knocked out A little opera for ya Capricorn, Cash Money, Nivea, Jive Miss Nivea [Chorus:] Front with me like you's a real baller And I be like yeah...ya, ya, ya With that other chicken trying to make me jealous And I be like yeah...ya, ya, ya Getting all salty cause I'm hanging out Girl I be like yeah...ya, ya, ya All them loud words coming out your mouth Boy I be like yeah...ya, ya, ya ATL where them pimps, ballers and the hustlers swell I met a fly guy then we switched the cells Under the influence so I can hardly tell If he was the one for me Popy doing this, popy doing that Big thangs under the Cadillac I'm tight, thoroughbred, spread it like butter Walk threw the club niggas be like what tha Shorty throwing money at me like he's a pitcher Maybe on the weekend or something I get witcha We did the damn thang and you was all crazy Now you want to pull me up like I'm your lady [Chorus:] Hey ladies, what's the word? Some of these cats got a lot of nerve Trying to run game, but I'm about to serve Gotta have dough 'cause I love to splurge. Gucci and Fendi Come scoop me up on your motorcycle Once we get alone then you can rock the result And if you promise to treat me right Boy I guarantee I keep this thing locked tight You thugged out with a lot of loot Sweetheart I'm so proud of you But I'm not going you break the rules What you did to get it, you need to do to keep it [Chorus:] Hey can you feel the brand new day All my superstars came out to play To see the thug child from around the way This type of thing happens like everyday I keep it real and intensive Me no speak ya, ya 'cause my grill is expensive Don't mean to be offensive I know you probably run across a bunch of scrubs With dis-functioned tongs All in your mug, talk a whole bunch umm But me I just want your love Me I'm bucch of thug, big heart but I punctured some But I'm trying to patch it up with a bunch of hugs For real, I ain't just talking whatever mommy We could get together and make a bunch of us And I know a bunch of girls, create a bunch of fuss Over young wiz but I'm getting at Niv holla Don't brother me with your yada I'm good with little mama and she good with big papa I'm hood and she real proper ATL Shorty and New Orleans Don Dada Anything else is ya, ya, ya [Chorus: Repeat 2X] |
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from Birdman - Y.U. MAD [single] (2011)
클럽(club)&힙합..
DJ.hsh The Way It Was Wolfgang G.. It Girl Jason Deru.. Daylight (Club mix) (Feat. Melissa Loretta) Yuri Kane 곡 61 | 담기 47 | 추천 8 |
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from Lil' Wayne - 500 Degreez (2002)
You gotta walk like a (soldier) Talk like a (stunna) Move like a (player) And get it like a (hustler) You gotta walk like a (soldier) Talk like a (stunna) Move like a (player) And get it like a (hustler) Because I won't let y'all worry me I got something chrome that I carry with me It's Young Weezy Wee y'all ain't scaring me I'm the seventeen don till they bury me Eh, it go whoa oh me oh my ay ay I'm H-O-T-B-O-Y ay ay I'm so fly I'm the Birdman Jaya Stunting in the gray uh Shortie play your player Slick clean hey ya Fifteen riding with me spray ya You don't want no drama with me play fa Keep low or it's murda she wrote pussy nigga I gotta keep it cooking cuz the streets still hot for a shooking Plus my late pops still looking Bust my tray quick if ya hate the pimp Think it's all big fish I don ate the shrimp Roll out with the hood cuz I'm so damn street I rep Hollygrove and Hollygrove rep me And that's how Weezy Wee be And y'all gon R-E-S-P-E-C-T me I'm riding and I'm dolo on my way to the stizzo Knowing on my waist is the sizzo Wheezy so hot glock ten and a pistol Big rims with the tires thin as a pencil Mami want me cuz I got pimping potential I stick to my mental Don't make me stick my fifth to your temple Forget I'm getting rich for a cent Bitch I'm coming get you for my baby mama's rent I will flip you 90 on the highway seeing what the whip do Cops get behind me they want see the whip too S-Q professor C-M-B alumni Everybody else fails except the young guy Don't worry bout Weezy for real nigga I done mine Got th |
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from Lil' Wayne - I Am Not A Human Being (2010)
[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]
Shawty badder than a 3 year old Keep playing and I'm a eat her like a pita roll I'm just sayin with my love I could feed her soul Today, get away and we don't need our clothes We at the pool and she lookin like a center fold Two tattoos but she say she gettin plenty mo She got Indian in her family, seminol Me and shawty go together like chemicals And she get mad when I call other woman hoes You send a Rolls, I pick some flowers and send her those Tall glass of Merlot get her in the mode Two tall glasses of Merlot get her out her robe I whisper in her ear, than lick around her lobe And when she check her watch, it's never time to go And with her brain she should make the honor roll And when I came she called me like the comical [Hook: Lil Wayne] God damn you the shit And I'll rip my heart out and hand you the shit And I don't really know how to handle this shit But tonight it's moonlight and candles and shit [Hook: Drake] With you baby With you baby With you baby With you baby With youuuu and only you [Verse 2: Lil Wayne] Uh I say damn I must be left cause you the best I ever seen right Shawty put me on, you got me gone like some green lights See you with your girls, they probably telling that he ain't right Bet they be the same bitches at the wedding throwing rice Let's get together over night Shawty I'm a pro and you are lookin like the protoype But see that I took your advice, Sometimes you got to blow it twice then shake it up and roll the dice I'm crusin on the road of life but I need a passenger Appettite for lovin, ma I'm hungry like a scavenger I-I be on that lavender I-I be in the bath with her Then I gotta go under that water like a mariner [Hook: Lil Wayne] God damn you the shit And I'll rip my heart out and hand you the shit And I don't really know how to handle this shit But tonight it's moonlight and candles and shit [Hook: Drake] With you baby With you baby With you baby With you baby With youuuu and only you [Verse 3: Lil Wayne] Now she don't know about me But I'm a put her on it And she ain't show up out me But can't go without me We probably ain't supposed to be together But I wonder if our love affair her could last forever And shawty I'm with ya Smoke alot of weed but I could never forget ya Then I told her to her face, If everyone was like you the World would be a better place [Hook: Lil Wayne] God damn you the shit And I'll rip my heart out and hand you the shit And I don't really know how to handle this shit But tonight it's moonlight and candles and shit [Hook: Drake] With you baby With you baby With you baby With you baby With youuuu and only you [Outro: Lil Wayne] Damn you the shit I'll rip my heart out and hand you the shit And I don't really know how to handle this shit But tonight- [Outro: Drake] With you baby With you baby With you baby With you baby With youuuu and only you |
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from Lil' Wayne - Lights Out (2001)
(Lil Wayne)
Look look look - don't play with me Look look look Huh? Huh? Look Let's get the pistols out the trunk, let's get ready to bust things Leave a nigga block full of nothin' but guts, brains Ain't no way, nowhere that these niggas could duck flames My guns up for and tellin' all to suck Wayne I'm runnin' with a clique that just be thuggin' heavy Plus I'm runnin' in them bricks, cook it, cut it, sell it One time for my daddy, Rabbit, up in Heaven Ever since my nigga died I've been strapped up and ready Come and get it - it's Wheezy Whee, the hottest ever Now this fella gon' get bullets inside his sweater I'm just terror, or better yet, horror or drama And tomorrow I'ma hit the block and barrow your momma Beef with me, you're swimmin' in water with sharks and piranhas Revolvers and choppers got all your partners callin' the coppers And for the grand finale, I might pull up in a tan Denali When I hop out, in my hand is a Calico sprayin' your family (Hook (Lil Wayne)) Don't play with me - I wish you would I'ma hit your hood, then split your hood You bet' not play with me cause I cock my gun I pop my gun Better hide and run Niggas bet' not play with me cause I wish you would I'ma hit your hood, then split your hood Niggas bet' not play with me cause I cock my gun And I pop my gun Better hide and run (Lil Wayne) What is this that done got me in your district? Twist it Now everybody got dots on they heads like Egyptians I'm tipsy - I've been sippin' on that Hennessy, people Then it get deeper, I start shootin' up innocent people Seventeen creeper is who I - what I - be, dog The clip slide in the four-five, then it blow five In heat, dog? It's your life or me, dog On four tires, or feet, dog I still be on the block sweepin' Nobody is not sleepin' Got me in all black with a gun in a palm Run in his home, start shootin', hit his son in the dome Dummy, it's on - ain't gon' be no relaxin' and stuff cause when I come through mashin' the truck, I'm blastin' a pump and passin' a blunt - me circle once to see if he dead Gotta be sure cause niggas promised me a ki if he dead But, dog, you get it raw if you are with the kid I'll push your baby momma car off the bridge Huh?! (Hook (Lil Wayne)) Bet' not play with me cause I wish you would I'ma hit your hood, then split your hood Niggas bet' not play with me cause I cock my gun Then I pop my gun Better hide and run Niggas bet' not play with me cause I wish you would I'ma hit your hood, then split your hood Niggas bet' not play with me cause I cock my gun Then I pop my gun Better hide and run (Lil Wayne) You might catch me with bandanas and strapped T On the back street of your block in the back seat I'ma cap three at the first coward I up and see I'ma bust the piece and knock his body a couple of feet When I rush your front door, you get a few to your stomach Hope they dress you up nice because your funeral Sunday Nigga shouldn't've played tough - wouldn't've got his head bust Now your whole livin' room is full of pink and red stuff Now you're gatted up, full of that vodka and weed added up Fresh platted up, your T-shirt all tatted up Crack in the tongue of my kicks Plus I got a gun on my hip, and I'm runnin' the strip I know you see me: Little Wheezy killaholeezy A hundred rounds from the chopper leave 'em real sleepy You know how we be smellin' weedy up in our clothes Cutthroatin', connivin' killers, but that's all I know Huh? Huh? Huh? (Hook (Lil Wayne)) Bet' not play with me cause I wish you would I'ma hit your hood, then split your hood Nigga, bet' not play with me cause I cock my gun Then I pop my gun Better hide and run Niggas bet' not play with me - boy, I wish you would I'ma hit your hood, then split your hood Niggas bet' not play with me cause I cock my gun Then I pop my gun Better hide and run Niggas bet' not play with me cause I wish you would I'ma hit your hood, then split your hood Niggas bet' not play with me cause I cock my gun Then I pop my gun Better hide and run Niggas bet' not play with me - boy, I wish you would I'ma hit your hood, then split your hood Niggas bet' not play with me cause I cock my gun Then I pop my gun Better hide and run Niggas bet' not play with me Look, uh-huh (uh-huh uh-huh) Look look look Look look look Whoa |
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from Young Money - We Are Young Money (2010)
ooo girl you nasty
ooo girl you nasty ooo girl you nasty ooo girl you nasty ooo that girl nasty ooo girl you nasty ooo that girl nasty <i>[chorus]</i> she just wanna do it all day she dont even take a breather she just wanna walk around my place in my wife beater she just wanna do it all day she dont even take a breather she just wanna walk around my place in my wife beater <i>[verse 1]</i> shes a nymphomaniac brainiac literally the smartest and the taken fact she like girls so every girl is her theme song she jump up on that dick and get her trampoline on im tryna tell her how sexy she look wit cream on and all she wanna know is why i still got my jeans on bounce till the springs gone roger till you cant continue head board of the bed banging like a gang member and when i gotta headache i dont do the normal nursin when my skull hurtin yea she my skull surgeon she don't care if she get her hair or her neck pulled she could go all night her heart pumped, red bull <i>[chorus]</i> she just wanna do it all day she dont even take a breather she just wanna walk around my place in my wife beater she just wanna do it all day she dont even take a breather she just wanna walk around my place in my wife beater <i>[verse 2]</i> wild wild west dough, though them girls white really give that best dome do do head, suck me dead leave that coffin wet, rub this lube up on yo chest playin wit yo tittie pits, fennin like a kid again let the mammal in, hump ya like a camel skin into her lions den, tiger dawg in this bitch woof woof like Clifford no comic shit she open it but bite them lips like piranha's head put yo face way down, youz a gold digga sayin' flippa no city but that ass bigga young money nigga, we don't know none these niggas his girlfriend da only thing i remember ca-cause.. <i>[chorus]</i> she just wanna do it all day she dont even take a breather she just wanna walk around my place in my wife beater she just wanna do it all day she dont even take a breather she just wanna walk around my place in my wife beater <i>[verse 3]</i> she got stamina, she got endurance she drive my dick crazy, i need insurance she got stretch marks, cause she got children them bitches like Soulja Boy, they be round the house yyyyyyyyyyoooooooooooooouuuuuuuuuuuuu'in we never fuck in the bed it smell like urine (uuuhhh) i'm get my dick sucked, what're you doin? she's a nympho, she done fucked all my ken folk she'll fuck you 14 weeks straight, copy that 10-4 she f*ck like a porn star, be bouncin like a bad check head goin up and down like hydraulics in her neck tee shirt with no panties on she throw it back with no pain and i aint talkin no domestic violence, but she'll take your wife beater <i>[verse 4]</i> i don't know what to tell ya, ca ca can't answer the phone imma have to email ya she up in the spot, i just beat it round the clock wife beater and some socks, wife beater and some socks (w-w-w-wife beater and some socks, wife beater and some socks) c-c-co she up in my spot, co she up in my spot I just beat her round the clock, b b b beat her round the clock she a nympho, she a nympho <i>[chorus]</i> she just wanna do it all day she dont even take a breather she just wanna walk around my place in my wife beater she just wanna do it all day she dont even take a breather she just wanna walk around my place in my wife beater ooo girl you nasty |
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from Lil' Wayne - Dedication 3 Gangsta Grillz (2008)
I said im stepping out with my niggas tonight
Its young money bitch and You can do whoever you like You can do whoever you like I said gudda gudda, t-streets, drizzy, drake, mack main, jae millz, tyga tyga You can do whoever you like You can do whoever you like I said im stepping out with my niggas tonight Its young money bitch and You can do whoever you like You can do whoever you like Yea gudda gudda, t-streets, drizzy, drake, mack main, jae millz, tyga tyga You can do whoever you like You can do whoever you like (Jae Millz) Baby we are so live you aint gotta check for a pulse Its young money But you can call us multiple choice See you can choose me Choose mack or gudda gudd, streets, drizzy, drake, tyga tyga Or all the above But no fallin in love We just fuck until we fall out and we fall asleep You wanna uptown hustla you can call on me Im jae millz for my money I make moves Like a R8 on the open street I know youre nasty I can see it in your eyes I can tell how you move its written all in your vibe So fuck ya man cuz what he livin is a lie He commercial its only 10 seats on them planes that we fly Plus im fly And no exaggeration but im so high fuck a plane Ill get you to your destination Holla at ya mizzan its young money Life is good fuck the forecast cuz everyday is sunny (Lil Wayne) "well not actually cause I make it rain" Whatever you like Yea you can pick the weather you like Ok Jae millz, gudda gudda, taz po, t-streets, mack main, tyga tyga You can do whoever you like You can do whoever you like Umm.. They ask me am I single and I tell em hell no They ask who I go with I say whoever wanna go And we can go wherever you like They ask me am I single and I tell em hell no They ask who im fuckin I say whoever wanna know And I can fuck whoever I like (Gudda Gudda) Got my 2 fingers out the roof see me reppin out The levi's is skinny so im walkin wit the weapon out 2 bitches on my arm get my don won on Watch the ho's go crazy when the boys song on Multicolored stones on, we gettin money, yeah I get my styrofoam on, my cup muddy Yeah I walk down on ya bitch, then I run away wit her Let her do what she like, then I have my way wit her I aint tryna play wit her, I aint tryna stay wit her Im just tryna dick her down nigga you can lay wit her So give me myspace light dot com Im funk master flex with the flow I drop bombs Young gudda money bags, thats what they callin me Shittin on you boys like im sittin on the toilet seat Why M.O.B. we on that soprano shit Everyday we blowing cash we be on that hammer shit (Lil Wayne) Like you cant touch this Like you cant touch us with a pipe But we can touch whoever we like You could even do little.chucky, little twist, KY, bobby V, little scrap Didnt say me, cuz I got a wife So sorry not tonight Ohh, but you can do Gudda gudda, t-streets, drizzy, drake, mack main, jae millz, tyga tyga You can do whoever you like You can do whoever you like Yeah Im steppin out with my niggas tonight And you could do whoever you like You could do whoever you like (toward end of verse) You see i hope your math is right Take you body as a sacrifice You see them flashing lights Welcome to afterlife |
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from Lil' Wayne - Tha Carter (2004)
Somebody call the slick police
Capitol W Weezy Baby This is the Carter man Rim low all I can see is the flow now let's go! Raj ya banging 'em in the, Raj I say ya bangin 'em in the.. Raj I say ya banging 'em in the head wit this one cut! Weezy Weezy say guard ya face bitch Weezy say guard ya neck bitch Weezy Baby this is the Carter I move it from a eighth to a slab from a slab to a quarter From a quarter to a half from a half to a hard one You do the math it's a horror While I be on the ave getting off one nineteen for a soft one Bricks I loft 'em catch him he hot If I catch you without my scratch I'm stretching ya out If you catch me without the burna burn me I beg of you shoot off the leg of you and kick ya in the ass I'm dying of doom I say I'm sick with cash These eyes are real see straight through ya liquid ass You see me straight through the glass house picnic wagon You could see it by my bitch face she thick with ass Get slick slick I click click blast on ya bitch ass Squad up shit click or smash on ya bitch ass Smash on ya bitch ass Now pick the grass up out ya ass and the caps out ya cap Aye! [Chorus: x2] Who want to fuck wit me tell 'em I'm waiting for 'em Who want to fuck wit me tell 'em I'm waiting for 'em Who goin' fuck wit me I got the blazer for 'em Who goin' fuck wit me do you want to fuck wit me Naw! Hustle boy sell a nick to ya mom I'll sell a brick out ya house I'll sell a brick to a house nigga I'll send a clip to ya mouth back of the gun to ya nose Front of the gun to ya clothes I let it rip and I bounce Lights off young Teddy Pender is out Mask on scare the fuck out ya but ya ass grown I wasn't born with no silver spoon But I can heat it in a spoon and pitch it in a balloon Tomb sitting in ya room sing for me But if ya don't gimmie no tune the semi go boom But if ya don't hear me doe fool the semi go boom I'm try to make moves but they gimmie no room I takes my space I blaze the haze take ya babe to space She gimmie amazing face I sung Amazing Grace I was once lost but now I'm found Full of them pounds is how I'm found Aye! [Chorus: x2] Oh! Oh! Bang 'em in da head Whoa! Oh! Oh! Bang 'em in da face Whoa! Oh! Oh! Bang 'em in da neck Whoa! Rim low all I can see is the flow now let's go! I know how to cook so I buy it soft I also sell it soft depending the cost You know that's shells they toss defending they boss They wipes 'em well across ya dentures like floss You know I smell ya talk and I swear I knows bullshit and pussy near or far Ya'll niggaz better gear up for the coming of the boy From a young'n to a boy to young boy boy I dump toys boy at ya punk boy toys Take the pump out the trunk take a chunk out a chump Baby what have I done I created a monster Weezy Baby a gangster no wankster Hell no I smell y'all didn't know Jam Master well but I rocks wit my shells on And the block still a hell zone Get a helmet for you and ya gals dome I suggest! Aye! [Chorus: x2] Bang 'em in the head whoa! Bang 'em in the head whoa! Bang 'em in the head whoa! Rim low all I can see is the flow now let's go Bang 'em in the head whoa! Bang 'em in the head whoa! Bang 'em in the head whoa! Rim low all I can see is ya hoe now let's go |
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from Lil' Wayne - The Carter Screwed & Chopped (2004)
Somebody call the slick police
Capitol W Weezy Baby This is the Carter man Rim low all I can see is the flow now let's go! Raj ya banging 'em in the, Raj I say ya bangin 'em in the.. Raj I say ya banging 'em in the head wit this one cut! Weezy Weezy say guard ya face bitch Weezy say guard ya neck bitch Weezy Baby this is the Carter I move it from a eighth to a slab from a slab to a quarter From a quarter to a half from a half to a hard one You do the math it's a horror While I be on the ave getting off one nineteen for a soft one Bricks I loft 'em catch him he hot If I catch you without my scratch I'm stretching ya out If you catch me without the burna burn me I beg of you shoot off the leg of you and kick ya in the ass I'm dying of doom I say I'm sick with cash These eyes are real see straight through ya liquid ass You see me straight through the glass house picnic wagon You could see it by my bitch face she thick with ass Get slick slick I click click blast on ya bitch ass Squad up shit click or smash on ya bitch ass Smash on ya bitch ass Now pick the grass up out ya ass and the caps out ya cap Aye! [Chorus: x2] Who want to fuck wit me tell 'em I'm waiting for 'em Who want to fuck wit me tell 'em I'm waiting for 'em Who goin' fuck wit me I got the blazer for 'em Who goin' fuck wit me do you want to fuck wit me Naw! Hustle boy sell a nick to ya mom I'll sell a brick out ya house I'll sell a brick to a house nigga I'll send a clip to ya mouth back of the gun to ya nose Front of the gun to ya clothes I let it rip and I bounce Lights off young Teddy Pender is out Mask on scare the fuck out ya but ya ass grown I wasn't born with no silver spoon But I can heat it in a spoon and pitch it in a balloon Tomb sitting in ya room sing for me But if ya don't gimmie no tune the semi go boom But if ya don't hear me doe fool the semi go boom I'm try to make moves but they gimmie no room I takes my space I blaze the haze take ya babe to space She gimmie amazing face I sung Amazing Grace I was once lost but now I'm found Full of them pounds is how I'm found Aye! [Chorus: x2] Oh! Oh! Bang 'em in da head Whoa! Oh! Oh! Bang 'em in da face Whoa! Oh! Oh! Bang 'em in da neck Whoa! Rim low all I can see is the flow now let's go! I know how to cook so I buy it soft I also sell it soft depending the cost You know that's shells they toss defending they boss They wipes 'em well across ya dentures like floss You know I smell ya talk and I swear I knows bullshit and pussy near or far Ya'll niggaz better gear up for the coming of the boy From a young'n to a boy to young boy boy I dump toys boy at ya punk boy toys Take the pump out the trunk take a chunk out a chump Baby what have I done I created a monster Weezy Baby a gangster no wankster Hell no I smell y'all didn't know Jam Master well but I rocks wit my shells on And the block still a hell zone Get a helmet for you and ya gals dome I suggest! Aye! [Chorus: x2] Bang 'em in the head whoa! Bang 'em in the head whoa! Bang 'em in the head whoa! Rim low all I can see is the flow now let's go Bang 'em in the head whoa! Bang 'em in the head whoa! Bang 'em in the head whoa! Rim low all I can see is ya hoe now let's go |
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from Lil' Wayne - Mrs. Officer [single] (2008)
(Verse 1:)
Ok, you ain't know shit It's weezy f baby like a newborn bitch You ain't know shit I put your girl to work now heres a uniform bitch Pimpin over here And I ain't santa clause but i make it rain dear Money out the ass Yeah money out the rear. Weezy at the plate I could bunt it out of here Safe as a mother fucker Ain't no safety button on this mother fucker Where the safe mother fucker? That's the case i can judge it Weezy F. the ample fury Hang 12 witnesses That's what I call a hung jury Brung Jerry Bling Bling I made that but I don't even say that As much as Judges Say that That's way back Boy you should catch up It must of be mine, theys Long hair pretty eyes light skin fine legs, Phat ass, skinny stomach, pretty feet, pretty woman Walking down the street cause I put her out my jeep, I don't save em, I slave em, they want weezy f, I bad grade em, I don't degrade em, I serenade em, 100 on the charm 100 on the arm Rings so thick I can't even make a fist Nigga fuck how you do it cause I do it like this Yeah, and I just do my wayne And every time I do it I do my thang, Yeah, and I just do my wayne And every time I do it I do my thang, i do it do it i do it do it i do it do it do it do it i do it do it do it do it i do it how i do it and i do it everyday i do it how i do it and i do it everyday say i do it how i do it when i do it everyday and i whip it like a slave like a mother fuckin slave yes i whip it like a slave yes i whip it like a slave i whip it like a slave like a mother fuckin slave yea i whip it like a slave like a mother fuckin slave then i beat it i beat it i beat it i beat i i beat that....block i beat that....block i beat that....block i beat that....block i beat that block like it misbehaved then i whip it, i whip it, i whip it, like a slave i whip it whip it i whip it whip it whip it, whip it, whip it, whip it beat it now beat it up beat it i beat it up beat it i beat it up beat it beat it up (Verse 2:) kunta kinte on my shit nigga Like I ate a plate of roots for dinner But I ate a plate of loot for dinner I'm in the garden sellin fruit to sinners Like apples to Shaq Hey big spender And do remember Just like Brenda 2 grand still get ya four and a baby I'm a kill em when I drop like I'm holdin a baby Weezy f, the F is for don't Forget the Baby And bitch I've been hot but you don't know me from satan And if your manning up you better show me your Peyton But you pussies ain't ballin no sir Not lately Bricks get shipped Bricks get cut Dr. Carter, Nip & Tuck Yeah but you could call me wayne now watch me and my chain Gang whip it whip it whip it whip it whip it whip it whip it whip it whip it whip it whip it whip it whip it whip it whip it i beat that... block i beat that... block i beat that... block i beat that... block i beat it up i beat it up i beat it (Verse 3:) Yes it's me bitches Duece Bigalow on these he bitches Flu flow Flyer then bird coupe like a two door What do you know I know the streets bitch And this is my toilet And you cant eat shit Got them girls in my bathroom with their asses out Cause I'm fly, like flyers they passin out We mashin out, We young Mula I got that 12 Guage Don't make me 1 2 ya 3 4 5 train bitch suwoop If you ain't on my train bitch cho cho Like you got my dick in your mizouth And I'm a do me bitch with you or without Shit always right sometimes And from the top everybody look 1'9 And I'm 2'much and numbers don't lie And if they stop makin cadillacs I swear I'm gon die And if the weed man aint got no more Onions I'm a cry And if if was a fifth then id rather drink wine Shit... I'm a take my time Now am I crazy or just lazy? Cause I'm tired of ballin darlin And I roll with my riders like it's harley party And we roll with them choppers like it's a harley party We all dressed in are red like it was a scarlet party I was ballin in New Orleans way before the charolette hornets I'm an x man bitch I ain't talkin marvel comics Put the dirty dishes in the sank No pork but I get paid like a piggy bank I spit like backwash, sasquach No back talk, I act lost But I bet that money find me Your jewelry telling jokes man You got them funny diamonds I got them sunny diamonds I got them money problems That Christopher Wallace Fuck bitches get money Young money! do it do it do it do it do it do it do it watch me beat it up lady beat it up lady wat u mean no homo i beat that...block i beat that...block i beat that...block i beat that and then i whip it whip it whip it pimpin young mula baby |
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from Lil' Wayne - 500 Degreez (2002)
All my niggaz if you with me
Where you at? (OH!) All my soldiers if you with me Where you at? (OH!) All my hustlaz if you with me Where you at? (OH!) Where you at? (OH!) Where you at? Say (OH!) Niggaz if you with me Let me hear you say (OH!) Soldiers if you with me Let me hear you say (OH!) Hustlaz if you with me Let me hear you say (OH!) Say, say (OH!) Say, say (OH!) Aye (OH!) I come and do my thang and hold down my SIDE Single Street man throw my set up HIGH Weezy Wee gang call them boys that SQUAD That Squad...SQUAD UP! YOU KNOW And WE get a lot of dough on the strength of ME Get a lot of 'dro for the strength of FEE Get a lot of blow But keep that on the D D what?...DL! YOU KNOW And OH you don't wanna fuck with a nigga 'Cuz a nigga might fuck with the trigger Leave a nigga on the FLO' Truly I don't buck with you nigga Let my tooly talk talk to you nigga Bitch man is an itch to a rich man WHOA '20s on the six with the kicks sitting LOW Sticky in my swish man gasoline FLO' Fire spit man Weezy is about to BLOW YA KNOW! Aye (OH!) Pass the pine to the pimp old juice killer Catch your eye in one glimpse old school with the Ass up high the front dip drip BAM Mami like DAMN Lil' Wayne STOP PLAYING Baby I'm a baller I hustle with my father It's the Birdman and Birdman J.R. Flip them birds man eighteen grand just order Eighty-five for half and forty-five for quarter YEAH! Tity baby put it in the AIR I'm jumping out this atmoSPHERE And I'm jumping in your bitch if she at a PLAYER Jumping in the painted thing on that Dang-A-Dangs You see |
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from Lil' Wayne - I Am Not A Human Being (2010)
[Lil Wayne]
Uh, life on the rocks too hard to swallow so we get high till it feel like the sky low ya'll boys just a bunch of p-ssy cats milo money is the song, pockets on high note do ra me faso I rock like a fossil, big ball sh-t, Paul Castellano shoot ya ass up, now crawl out the condo thats that nine n-gga, lil rando sleeping with the enemy so I f-ck the World to Miss Louise Anna, the sweetest southern girl the sweetest southern girl (sweetest southern girl) [Nicki Minaj] this is times up put your signs up made em pick my dude out the line up baby what the f-ck is wrong (wrong) with them what the f-ck is wrong (wrong) with them you see many are called very few are chosen looking at the wall you can feel them close in baby what the f-ck is wrong (wrong) with them what the f-ck is wrong (wrong) with them [Lil Wayne] Uh, mind over matter money over all the World is on my shoulders, shall I dust my shoulders off? uzi rat-a-tatter, knocking over walls f-ck the bullsh-t, but just don't f-ck it raw man p-ssy has a pattern and I know where I'm going and if you got beef I turn into a tenderloin sanity kills so I live the crazy life I wonder if you'll pay attention if I change the price life is my wife, till death do us part man I'm fly as f-ck you aint even next to depart quick draw McGraw, I hope you like art [Lil Wayne] stepping on the bullsh-t you can be my doormat y'all aint going nowhere with that hatin' shit, four flat disrespectful on the beat, Borat f-ck the system and the p-ssy wasn't all that yeah, now time's gettin' shorter life on ya head like f-cking read carter now dont you cross me, you do better crossing the border so much money piled up I'm a muthafucking hoarder |
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from Lil' Wayne - Dedication 3 Gangsta Grillz (2008)
What is it that I haven't done yet ahhh
Grammys, ahhh emi, ha angelina jolie, katie holmes, martha stewart, oprah winfrey Mama blanco (laughs), sarah palin,( what we looking in her), Im at her next Straight up Im at sarah palin next I love a bitch who wear glasses Bitch who keep them glasses straight on Keep them bitches on while we cutting up In that (not understandable)(they better not fall off) Bitch gonna come out tell ya bitch gonna come out The next day get on the mike at the ahhh what they call The debate that bitch gonna say LIL WAYNE FOR PRESIDENT!!(laughs) LIL WAYNE, LIL WAYNE!!!(laughs) Dont she blow the flute or something? I'll be up there with the guitar she'd be up there with the flute Talking bout DODODODODODO call me and i can make it juicy for ya! |
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from Lil' Wayne - 500 Degreez (2002)
Baby"Ghetto Biotch!
(chorus)'what does lif mean to me? cars clothes an a lot of jewerly. what does life mean to me? a fine ghetto bitch wit a big ass booty. What does life mean to me? drinken, pimpen an a whole lot of weed. what does life mean to me? every things right what we said, please believe me (Baby) "Talken" |
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from DJ Khaled - We The Best Forever [Explicit Version] (2011)
[T-Pain]
Welcome to my hood (Where the hood at) (Where the hood at) Welcome to my hood Everybody know everybody And if I got it everybody got it Welcome to my hood Look at all these old school Chevy's 24?s so you know we roll heavy Welcome to my hood They outside playing hopscotch And every know this is the hot spot Welcome to my hood Them boys will put you down on your knees (Woop, woop) That's the sound of the police In my hood [Rick Ross] Audemar on my wrist Diamond, look like they glowing 50 stacks, all singles, I make it look like its snowing Black unmarked cars, gotta peep how they playin' Treat 'em like jack boys, catch 'em slippin' then slay 'em Lord forgive me for my sins, that's my confessions if they put me in this benz I got possession of a federal offence I'm talking pressure in my criminal intent So wear ya vest's and I'm still gon' stunt Like it aint no tomorrow, f-ck ya house note n-gga Blow that bitch on a bottle The Ferrari just a front, got the Lambo in the back Tell you "we the best forever" DJ Khaled handle that [T-Pain - Chorus] [Plies] I know some n-ggas from my hood that would rob Norieaga I'm talkin' Norieaga, n-gga, the real Norieaga If you aint from the hood, bitch, than stop impersonating us And tell congress when you see 'em I'm stealin' cable And leave the D-Boys alone 'cause they motivate us And why is the half of my whole hood on papers Some are on house arrest, some are on child support Some of 'em did they bit, the other half waiting to go to court Mr Landlord we gon bust your ass with an eviction note Better have the police with you dog, if you came to repo I'm talking strip clubs, I'm talking liquor stores We throw our money round here, but y'all can... [T-Pain - Chorus] [Lil Wayne] Bitch I'm on probation, so my nerves bad And they say time fly's, well mine's first class I landed in the sky, I fell from the streets I talk a lot of sh-t and practice what I preach Back from hell, cell 23, tell the warden kiss my ass Pockets on Monique Bitch I'm from the murder capital Hoe, I'm far from practical Shit happens and since I'm the shit, I'm who it happens to Young Money, Cash Money, blood bitch, I'm red hot I don't see nobody, see nobody like a head shot All that bullshit is for the birds, throw some bread out Got it sewn up, check the thread count [T-Pain - Chorus] |
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from Lil' Wayne - Dedication 3 Gangsta Grillz (2008)
YO
Whats popping Hello world, As i usually say He he My name is it's not important Whats more important is What i told you all And what i told you all was, On the carter 1, And everything else i said, im the best rapper alive quote or unquote Now you all believe me He he And since so far the dedication has been in your life The carter has been in your life Gangsta grillz has been in your life So the game has existed before us, but, it was never the same after us He he he Don't you agree? Well, without furthur ado, Im going to shut the fuck up And we go again into this trilogy Dedication 3 baby YEA |
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from Lil' Wayne - Tha Carter II (2005)
Yeah, my girl get in at 1:15 am
The guitar's crying right now Just a couple things going on in my life, you know Brim leaning, cup tilted, blunt flicking Get money, fuck bitches Young Weezy, young pimping, she love it I keep going, she keep cumin, what you know 'bout it So 'bout it, like Master P, but no coward No I am no Howard the duck, duck Lead showers, black flowers Black dresses, two hours, closed casket Ma dough tactics is so crafty No laughter, I do that after I get the dough bastards I get the dough faster, what if I flowed faster Like, oh Nancy the flows plastic, automatic, I'm More drastic, ain't no names compared to me Who are you, where are ya, I can't see, ya air to me Ya not there to me, I ain't fucking with you bitch niggas I'm fucking ya sis' nigga, it's Weezy [Chorus] If you gon' call him Weezy Then you must say the baby If you don't say the baby Then just don't say it at all I'm, slick as an old mac, I'm, sick as a Prozac And, the Carter one was the, dick for you hoes trapped And, this is Tha Carter two and, this is the bozack Digging you hoes back, quick if I blow back Got it, gone Rabbit Fast ma daddy's Rabbit at home What up pa (what up), what up Pac (what up), what up Pun (what up) What up Big (what up), what up Solja As the streets get colder I get chillier What up Left Eye (what up), what up Aaliyah (what up) Teck 9 close by touch 'em up I shoot niggas in the mouth boy pucker up Sweet sucker tash gee golly what the fuck Where the hell all these new pussy rappers come from I chew 'em up like bubble gum, yum yum Young Weezy so troublesome, what what [Chorus] I ain't talking fast you just listening too slow I'm, getting them Benjamin's Can serve like the Wimbledon If I'm in any predicament, nervous never that Got a gat to knock whoever back, back, very flat Chest, caved in, mess on the pavement Splat, cherry wax, rah, bury that Rats, scary cat, rat carry that Hollygrove trigga man guns in a knapsack Area code five zero four, I ain't Nino fucking Brown And, this is Tha Carter hoe, this is a quarter stick This in ya garter ho, leave out the back and go straight to the corner store Return with the cake, come wit all ma dough And if not they find you in a lake in the morning ho Weezy Baby please say the baby If not, don't ya motherfucking say it at all, bitch [Chorus] Its real pimpin' Its real pimpin 'goin' on like bitch You can be my bitch Its real pimpin' Real nigga |
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from Lil' Wayne - Tha Carter II (2005)
Yeah, my girl get in at 1:15 am
The guitar's crying right now Just a couple things going on in my life, you know Brim leaning, cup tilted, blunt flicking Get money, fuck bitches Young Weezy, young pimping, she love it I keep going, she keep cumin, what you know 'bout it So 'bout it, like Master P, but no coward No I am no Howard the duck, duck Lead showers, black flowers Black dresses, two hours, closed casket Ma dough tactics is so crafty No laughter, I do that after I get the dough bastards I get the dough faster, what if I flowed faster Like, oh Nancy the flows plastic, automatic, I'm More drastic, ain't no names compared to me Who are you, where are ya, I can't see, ya air to me Ya not there to me, I ain't fucking with you bitch niggas I'm fucking ya sis' nigga, it's Weezy [Chorus] If you gon' call him Weezy Then you must say the baby If you don't say the baby Then just don't say it at all I'm, slick as an old mac, I'm, sick as a Prozac And, the Carter one was the, dick for you hoes trapped And, this is Tha Carter two and, this is the bozack Digging you hoes back, quick if I blow back Got it, gone Rabbit Fast ma daddy's Rabbit at home What up pa (what up), what up Pac (what up), what up Pun (what up) What up Big (what up), what up Solja As the streets get colder I get chillier What up Left Eye (what up), what up Aaliyah (what up) Teck 9 close by touch 'em up I shoot niggas in the mouth boy pucker up Sweet sucker tash gee golly what the fuck Where the hell all these new pussy rappers come from I chew 'em up like bubble gum, yum yum Young Weezy so troublesome, what what [Chorus] I ain't talking fast you just listening too slow I'm, getting them Benjamin's Can serve like the Wimbledon If I'm in any predicament, nervous never that Got a gat to knock whoever back, back, very flat Chest, caved in, mess on the pavement Splat, cherry wax, rah, bury that Rats, scary cat, rat carry that Hollygrove trigga man guns in a knapsack Area code five zero four, I ain't Nino fucking Brown And, this is Tha Carter hoe, this is a quarter stick This in ya garter ho, leave out the back and go straight to the corner store Return with the cake, come wit all ma dough And if not they find you in a lake in the morning ho Weezy Baby please say the baby If not, don't ya motherfucking say it at all, bitch [Chorus] Its real pimpin' Its real pimpin 'goin' on like bitch You can be my bitch Its real pimpin' Real nigga |
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from Jim Jones - Hustler'S P.O.M.E. (2007)
Jim Jones:
This is 9 Trey News I'm Jimmy Jones here wit' your weather We apologize for the drought all week But it looks like thunderstorms all weekend We finna make it rain on you muthaf**kas Ya heard me Hook Stack Bundles: Weatherman with that money I make it rain on 'em (Yessir) Weatherman with that paper I make it rain on 'em (Yessir) Weatherman with that Kenny I make it rain on 'em (Yeah) I make it rain on 'em (Yeah) I make it rain on 'em (Yessir) (Repeat) Verse 1 Jim Jones: I'm Rick James "I'm rich bitch" is what I tell her Just left the bank, I took 50 from the teller I finna make it rain, so get you an umbrella We also make it snow, we cocaine gram sellers Ballin', gettin' high, dollars fallin' from the sky Big reefer cloud, got a stormin' inside Pourin' outside, I'm usually flooring when I drive That a buck 60 feels like you soaring in the sky Blowing money on the liquor (twisted) We at the strip joint blowing money on the bitches We standing on the bar throwing money like a pitcher But nigga, I ain't slippin', got a fully-loaded trigger And that can cause a heatwave I mean, you diggin' you a deep grave Niggaz Trump yo' ass, have you missin' you for three days Cam said that this nigga's a sucka And that means that this nigga's a sucka You heard that, I'm the Hook Jim Jones: Weatherman with that money I make it rain on 'em (Ballin') Weatherman with that paper I bought a Range on 'em (Capo) 20 grand worth of money I baught champaigne I make it rain on 'em Just let it rain on 'em (Repeat) Verse 2 Lil' Wayne: Weezy-F**kin'-Baby Got 'em a leash Young Money, Dipset, you better believe That gun got me walkin' like I got irregular knees I be all over the bread like sesame seeds Automatic with the money like Reggie for 3 Haha, big birds, no Sesame Street Bitch, I'm too clean, they ain't messing with me I'm just tryna see me decimals peak These niggaz just lighter than some vegetable meat These niggaz just sweet like a ta-he-she treat Okay, they say I'm fulla hot air, then I release the heat Split a nigga from his teeth to feet Know what I'm talkin' 'bout (yeah) Yadadamean like Keak Da Sneak I go dollar for dollar, week for week Yeah, and Birdman said you niggaz is bitches (yeah) So that mean you niggaz is bitches And me, I'm the Hook Lil' Wayne: Weatherman with that money I make it rain on 'em Weatherman with that paper I make it rain on 'em Still ballin' after the hurricane I'm the weatherman with that money I make it rain on 'em Hook: Stack Bundles: Weatherman with that money I make it rain on 'em (Yessir) Weatherman with that paper I make it rain on 'em (Yessir) Weatherman with that Kenny I make it rain on 'em (Yeah) I make it rain on 'em (Yeah) I make it rain on 'em (Yessir) Verse 3 Stack Bundles: Look, nothin' changed I'm shot-callin' like I'm supposed to be Ballin' like a supposed to B I spoil her like she supposed to be Find something bad, bag her like groceries Lifestyle like Six Flags, I'm rollercoasterly Pockets fulla Kenny's, these niggaz ain't gettin' money like I was I make it rain on 'em They throwing scattered showers Wet, I'm the muthaf**kin' weatherman Tornado money, can't fit it in the rubberband Check the news, it's gon' be a cloudy forecast And when I move, a couple goons in that R-Class She want a dopeboy nigga that do numbers her Smile like lightning and a ass like thunder (Yeah) I shows out and the hoes all love it And when it stops drizzling the floor's all flooded (Yessir) And one night, blew bezel and charm money F**k it, it's nothin', I'm still spending Desert Storm money Yeah Hook Stack Bundles: Weatherman with that money I make it rain on 'em (Yessir) Weatherman with that paper I make it rain on 'em (Yessir) Weatherman with that Kenny I make it rain on 'em (Yeah) I make it rain on 'em (Yeah) I make it rain on 'em (Yessir) (Repeat) |
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from Lil' Wayne - Tha Carter (2004)
[Baby]
Hey shorty, you know what I'm sayin' Some niggas palms be sweatin' Some niggas palms be itchy It don't matter, a nigga just gotta get it You know what I'm sayin', nigga We built this shit from the ground up Nigga, The Carter, nigga You what I'm sayin' We been around the world gettin' money nigga We been to every ghetto, every neighborhood Every project, nigga We worldwide hustlers, nigga (Belie' that bitch) You what I'm sayin' Lets get them niggas, lets ride shorty [Baby] Indictments, got us conspiracy for murders Five young niggas uptown servants Word, they bird curvin' for servin' Look, the worstest of the worst is shootin' out like they jaws curvin' Bitch, and we was raised in these war times Jail also made men in these hard times And don't cry I'ma get mines so pray for me I'm on the block on the grind, mama pray for me So nigga respect my G, respect my grind Nigga respect how I eat, respect my mind Nigga respect this heat When these niggas out of line, nigga we dress up and creep Whoa, shorty I'ma blow they whole block Fuckin' with a soldier, mastermind is on plot Third ward survivor, uptown madness Killin' is a hobby, jackin' is a habit, bitch [Chorus] We don't give a fizzuck my nigga we young and bizzuck We'll fuck a nigga's shit up if nigga is fuckin' with us And then pump 'em make 'em lift up, hit 'em up and be out And we out for cash motherfuckin' money baby C'mon, we don't give a fizzuck my nigga we young and bizzuck We'll fuck a nigga's shit up if nigga is fuckin' with us And then pump 'em make 'em lift up, hit 'em up and be out And we out for cash motherfuckin' money baby, c'mon [Lil Wayne] The murder man, picture me lurkin' Right up behind ya curtains nine's squirtin' And you could hear it when it's hurtin' But if I hear him hurtin' I'll walk over and merk him for certain I took over the circus Cause I'ma act a clown if you put your feet down on my surface I walk around, for pound and surface To spin ya ass around in circles, you Urkle Blood run up out ya earth now you purple Your homeboy get it first, but you worst so Now you headed to the skies above And I'm go and get high with ya bitch in the club Yeah, life's a bitch and death's a husband And you gonna have to meet up if you keep on fuckin' up And you gonna have to meet us if you keep on fuckin' up But you don't want see them CMB blood knuckle up [Chorus] [Lil Wayne] Shoot him in his head so he remember Because of that mama I'll be gone till November I be back next winter in a hummer on spinners Them niggas on the block say them boys gon' get 'em But them niggas on the block don't know the toys who with 'em Tell ya boy come and get me if I go he goin' with me I'm hoping y'all feel me, I told y'all what the dealy Ya open up ya face I'ma open up the semi I open up ya kidneys now ya floatin' up the Missi- Ssippi, river nigga play with deep water now ya swimmin' Silly, you play with me, Carter, now ya missin' Really, I shoot ya in ya head and make you feel it And even though I be the man with the milli's When the shit go down I be the man with the milli's Beef cranberry on the ceilin' This is the Carter, bitch welcome to my buildin' c'mon [Chorus] [Lil Wayne] Wish a nigga would say something, gotta Standin' right yea guns up boy Weezy F, Birdman Holla back |
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from Lil' Wayne - The Carter Screwed & Chopped (2004)
[Baby]
Hey shorty, you know what I'm sayin' Some niggas palms be sweatin' Some niggas palms be itchy It don't matter, a nigga just gotta get it You know what I'm sayin', nigga We built this shit from the ground up Nigga, The Carter, nigga You what I'm sayin' We been around the world gettin' money nigga We been to every ghetto, every neighborhood Every project, nigga We worldwide hustlers, nigga (Belie' that bitch) You what I'm sayin' Lets get them niggas, lets ride shorty [Baby] Indictments, got us conspiracy for murders Five young niggas uptown servants Word, they bird curvin' for servin' Look, the worstest of the worst is shootin' out like they jaws curvin' Bitch, and we was raised in these war times Jail also made men in these hard times And don't cry I'ma get mines so pray for me I'm on the block on the grind, mama pray for me So nigga respect my G, respect my grind Nigga respect how I eat, respect my mind Nigga respect this heat When these niggas out of line, nigga we dress up and creep Whoa, shorty I'ma blow they whole block Fuckin' with a soldier, mastermind is on plot Third ward survivor, uptown madness Killin' is a hobby, jackin' is a habit, bitch [Chorus] We don't give a fizzuck my nigga we young and bizzuck We'll fuck a nigga's shit up if nigga is fuckin' with us And then pump 'em make 'em lift up, hit 'em up and be out And we out for cash motherfuckin' money baby C'mon, we don't give a fizzuck my nigga we young and bizzuck We'll fuck a nigga's shit up if nigga is fuckin' with us And then pump 'em make 'em lift up, hit 'em up and be out And we out for cash motherfuckin' money baby, c'mon [Lil Wayne] The murder man, picture me lurkin' Right up behind ya curtains nine's squirtin' And you could hear it when it's hurtin' But if I hear him hurtin' I'll walk over and merk him for certain I took over the circus Cause I'ma act a clown if you put your feet down on my surface I walk around, for pound and surface To spin ya ass around in circles, you Urkle Blood run up out ya earth now you purple Your homeboy get it first, but you worst so Now you headed to the skies above And I'm go and get high with ya bitch in the club Yeah, life's a bitch and death's a husband And you gonna have to meet up if you keep on fuckin' up And you gonna have to meet us if you keep on fuckin' up But you don't want see them CMB blood knuckle up [Chorus] [Lil Wayne] Shoot him in his head so he remember Because of that mama I'll be gone till November I be back next winter in a hummer on spinners Them niggas on the block say them boys gon' get 'em But them niggas on the block don't know the toys who with 'em Tell ya boy come and get me if I go he goin' with me I'm hoping y'all feel me, I told y'all what the dealy Ya open up ya face I'ma open up the semi I open up ya kidneys now ya floatin' up the Missi- Ssippi, river nigga play with deep water now ya swimmin' Silly, you play with me, Carter, now ya missin' Really, I shoot ya in ya head and make you feel it And even though I be the man with the milli's When the shit go down I be the man with the milli's Beef cranberry on the ceilin' This is the Carter, bitch welcome to my buildin' c'mon [Chorus] [Lil Wayne] Wish a nigga would say something, gotta Standin' right yea guns up boy Weezy F, Birdman Holla back |
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from Lil' Wayne - 500 Degreez (2002)
Look'a here... (Umm-hmm...) This how we gon' do this... up the turntables, Wolfe, get on the keyboard... And we gon' run it, ya heard... |
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from Lil' Wayne - Tha Carter (2004)
And in here is where the heroine boil
And I also got a large pot of cigarette oil, that Embalmming fluid illiterate are you That's ok man I got the medicine for you I got, I got, I got the amphetamine for you Got that vitamin D or UG for your shorty One window to let the dawn in Cuz we hustle in this bitch midnight to morning We dump in and pump out I showed you this window for you to jump out You on the backyard lawn where a nigga got the ganja growin No cats or dogs, rats or snakes, Sam's or Jakes Round here its all gravy, ham and steak Mama cookin that up here have a plate That's mama Carter she's a basket case But I make sure her sandwich's and napkins straight You pic wit this picnic and I'm at your face I say I'm at your throat, this was the carter slam the door, go |
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from Lil' Wayne - Tha Carter (2004)
Yea yea yea its the Carter motherfucker I came back around
Its the Carter motherfucker I came back around Its the Carter motherfucker Let me show you my building man, its the Carter I'ma show y'all the ins the outs the ups the down, know what I'm talking bout This is me fourth solo album baby, I came back around By myself this time, back off the wall Guns up in the air in the middle of the streets like blak blak blak, welcome This is the Carter y'all welcome, hard as Malcolm Dog is a vulcan Lord help him but y'all felt him That make you a part of me and pardony If a part of me is what you want to be what you ought to be Don't worry Carter me I just acting accordingly I give orders to the commander in chief, just the commander in me Handling streets in the mandarin V I hear you haters slandering me I just hand him the P Any drama I pace it like Indiana, I take your grandma pacemaker and just handle the piece Not two fingers I simultaneously bout two bangers You do not want anger USDA prime beef, ya dead meat I'm so ahead of these trendy rappers speed up I'm already hot when another one starting to heat up Got Mannie hot wit me cause I always beat his beat up Y'all cats wit y'all feet up startin to look like feet up, I'm G'd up On the V'd up, in the truck I gotta put my seat up In the trunk I got my bass and I ain't speaking bout no speakers What's leaking up out of yo speaker is the speech of Weezy F. Baby No more no less Baby, so forth and so on Front door living room young nigga switching we What you need, get you crack get you weed Make yo way to the back look ahead and see White bitch in the bathroom giving head for speed But don't you turn your head at me, the president been doing it Daddy tried to ruin it But I built this building from the ruts I own all the corners and the cuts in this motherfucker And the feds know just what's up in this motherfucker Made niggas so they can't bust in this motherfucker So with that lets keep it moving, on to the kitchen where my witches keep it brewing Uh huh look at how my bitches do it Bucky buck naked look at all my bitches booties They handle all my pharmaceutics I got it from promethazine to Metamucil I'm crucial don't mean to spook you But this is New Orleans so my queens do voodoo, ya know So the things just move through I feel ya pain I got things to soothe you That fills the cane so Wayne the neutral Don't hate the game hate the institution That fills the cane so Wayne the neutral Dot hate the game hate the institution, fucker I came back around, it's the Carter Show you the rest of the house later, we goin' go upstairs, ya know Ya know what this is right Tha Carter, tha Carter, tha Carter |
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from Lil' Wayne - The Carter Screwed & Chopped (2004)
Yea yea yea its the Carter motherfucker I came back around
Its the Carter motherfucker I came back around Its the Carter motherfucker Let me show you my building man, its the Carter I'ma show y'all the ins the outs the ups the down, know what I'm talking bout This is me fourth solo album baby, I came back around By myself this time, back off the wall Guns up in the air in the middle of the streets like blak blak blak, welcome This is the Carter y'all welcome, hard as Malcolm Dog is a vulcan Lord help him but y'all felt him That make you a part of me and pardony If a part of me is what you want to be what you ought to be Don't worry Carter me I just acting accordingly I give orders to the commander in chief, just the commander in me Handling streets in the mandarin V I hear you haters slandering me I just hand him the P Any drama I pace it like Indiana, I take your grandma pacemaker and just handle the piece Not two fingers I simultaneously bout two bangers You do not want anger USDA prime beef, ya dead meat I'm so ahead of these trendy rappers speed up I'm already hot when another one starting to heat up Got Mannie hot wit me cause I always beat his beat up Y'all cats wit y'all feet up startin to look like feet up, I'm G'd up On the V'd up, in the truck I gotta put my seat up In the trunk I got my bass and I ain't speaking bout no speakers What's leaking up out of yo speaker is the speech of Weezy F. Baby No more no less Baby, so forth and so on Front door living room young nigga switching we What you need, get you crack get you weed Make yo way to the back look ahead and see White bitch in the bathroom giving head for speed But don't you turn your head at me, the president been doing it Daddy tried to ruin it But I built this building from the ruts I own all the corners and the cuts in this motherfucker And the feds know just what's up in this motherfucker Made niggas so they can't bust in this motherfucker So with that lets keep it moving, on to the kitchen where my witches keep it brewing Uh huh look at how my bitches do it Bucky buck naked look at all my bitches booties They handle all my pharmaceutics I got it from promethazine to Metamucil I'm crucial don't mean to spook you But this is New Orleans so my queens do voodoo, ya know So the things just move through I feel ya pain I got things to soothe you That fills the cane so Wayne the neutral Don't hate the game hate the institution That fills the cane so Wayne the neutral Dot hate the game hate the institution, fucker I came back around, it's the Carter Show you the rest of the house later, we goin' go upstairs, ya know Ya know what this is right Tha Carter, tha Carter, tha Carter |
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from Lil' Wayne - Tha Carter IV (2011)
[Verse 1]
Two shots of whatever, two shots of whatever It's like tug-of-war, tryna pull myself together I could probably do better, but probably's like never I'm a pimp under pressure, leave my money on the dresser Goons in this bitch, leave a nigga on a stretcher It's all there papa, you ain't even got to measure Laughing at how my old bitches look jealous Well what goes around comes around: propellers Money Over Bitches, M.O.B, goodfellas Cut our ears off, ain't shit you could tell us Write your name on the bullet, that's a fuckin love letter If I ain't a trending topic, I'm a fucking trend-setter [Hook] I'm on two shots of whatever, two shots of whatever It's like tug-of-war, tryna pull myself together I could probably do better, but probably's like never I'm a pimp under pressure, leave my money on the dresser [Verse 2] If you're scared, go to church, Mason Betha Sometimes the paper chase could be like chasing a leopard The pussy wetter, wetter than it's ever been But she gone probably try to cross the line like a Mexican I ain't on that bullshit, shorty fine as fuck though Now she kiss me on my neck, I hope she ain't cut-throat Cut down on the syrup cause it made me fuck slow Shoot so many times I'mma choke off the gunsmoke Life, death, love, hate, pleasure, pain Pay me no mind but I don't have change I cock back and aim at your membrane Broad day, no mask, close range [Hook] You can get two shots from wherever You can get two shots from whoever It be like a puzzle tryna put you back together I should probably do better but probably, whatever [Verse 3] Your bullshit is stinking up the place Me no tick (?) Can't let these bitch niggas slide and touch base I make her cum so many times, call her "nutcase" It's Young Money baby, take your clothes off Give me them three holes: bowling ball Two shots of whatever Keep them bitches cumming and she gon' do whatever [Hook] I'm on two shots of whatever, two shots of whatever It's like tug-of-war, tryna pull myself together I could probably do better, but probably's like never I'm a pimp under pressure, leave my money on the dresser [Outro] Two shots of whatever, two shots of whatever |
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from Keri Hilson - In A Perfect World (2009)
Please don't turn me off
Yeah Like this Where you at shawty You fly as hell, swagga right, brown skin poppin You know just how to talk to me Know just how I like it You turnin' me on, you turnin' me on, you turnin' me on Now wait a minute little buster You got one more time to feel on my booty Better recognize a lady That ain't the way you do me You turnin' me off, you turnin' me off, you turnin' me off Better recognize a real woman (aaahhh) You ever try to get that close to me You better come correct how you 'proachin me Dime divas give it to me (aaahhh) I gotta be feelin' your energy I gotta be for sure that you're into me Recognize a real woman Goin up on it, you actin like you want it And you stuntin like your daddy checkin for this little mama You turnin me on, you turnin me on, you turnin me on Now wait a minute little buster Now you don't even know me but you wanna take me shopping You a lame, I can tell it ain't big shit poppin You turnin me off, you turnin me off, you turnin me off Better recognize a real woman All you wanna do is Holla at the cutest Broad to get up in them draws GOT MONEY Don't try to buy me Bottles, got my own dollars I could buy up the bar if I want it (aaahhh) You ever try to get that close to me You better come correct how you 'proachin me Dime divas give it to me (aaahhh) I gotta be feelin your energy I gotta be for sure that you're into me Recognize a real woman [Lil Wayne:] Eh eh eh I'm fly as hell swagger right, brown skin poppin like dynamite Raw like china white, momma I dig persona right You look baby momma type, I know that gotchu kinda hype My ice is albino white, I hope your vagina tight I go under water and I hope your piranha bite he he Hot Carter Imma kiss the spot for ya And Imma kiss it til you scream wait a minute muthafucker ha Yeah, I turn ya on like a handle, like a television on the weather channel Cuz I make it rain girl, now call me Wayne girl You just a earthling you ain't neva been to Wayne's world I play to win, I bait em in I do my thing now your in love with an alien Polow on the beat and Weezy yup I'm at the plate again Keri if you pitch it at me imma swing away at it Someone better play the fence, someone better tell em bout me Baby I'm the shit, that's the only thing you smell around me Weezy F baby don't forget the F around me And if you do then get the F from round me, your turnin me off yeah, yeah Polow I told you I gotcha MS. KERI, BABY MS. KERI, BABY (aaahhh) You ever try to get that close to me You better come correct how you 'proachin me Dime divas give it to me (aaahhh) I gotta be feelin your energy I gotta be for sure that you're into me Recognize a real woman |
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from Fall Out Boy - Folie A Deux (2008)
Oh oh Oh oh oh oh oh Oh oh Oh oh oh oh oh Oh oh Oh oh oh oh oh Oh oh Oh oh oh oh oh I'm not a crack baby I'm the crack baby A catapiller that got stuck Mr Moth come pick me and let me lock A long walk to a dark house A roman candle arche keeps us far apart I'll attach your body to it and I'll hear But baby baby maybe I'm a piece of art My friends all lie and say they Only want the best wishes for me 3 2 1 we go live Oh baby you're a classic like a little black dress You're faded moon Stuck on a little hot mess Woah oh Woah oh Oh baby you're a classic like a little black dress But you'll be faded soon Stuck on a little hot mess Woah oh Woah oh oh oh I can't make your heart slow I can't feel the weather in my bones It's hot enough I can turn it to what I like Your pupils is big I can roll them like dice They say they only want the best for me 3 2 1 we go live Oh baby you're a classic like a little black dress You're faded moon Stuck on a little hot mess Woah oh Woah oh Oh baby you're a classic like a little black dress But you'll be faded soon Stuck on a little hot mess Woah oh Woah oh oh oh I'm not the boy I was before I am just venting venting Dear gravity you held me down on this starlit city I'm not the boy I was before I am just venting venting Dear gravity you held me down on this starlit city They say they only want the best wishes for me 3 2 1 we go live Oh baby you're a classic like a little black dress You're faded moon Stuck on a little hot mess Woah oh Woah oh Oh baby you're a classic like a little black dress But you'll be faded soon Stuck on a little hot mess Woah oh Woah oh oh oh |
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from Lil' Wayne - Tha Carter III (2008)
(Robin Thicke)
We are at war With the universe The sky is falling and the only thing that can save us now is sensitivity and compassion But I know one thing's for sure I'm gonna get my kicks before it all burns down (Lil Wayne) yeah, Some say tragedy is hard to get over But some time that tragedy means its over, soulja from the academy, league of rollers I deny being down though they seem to hold us my shoulders are strong, i prove them wrong I ain't doing nothin but movin on, let the truth be known But they talk that freedom matters, and didn't even leave a ladder, damn (Robin Thicke) I work at the corner store We all got problems problems Who was gon fight alone No one's gon save us now How you feel, you're not alone We're all just jealous jealous We don't reach the sky no more We just can't overcome no Chorus (Robin Thicke) You tie my hands What am I gonna be What have I done so bad What is my destiny You tie my hands What am I supposed to see What have I done so bad What am I gonna be (Lil Wayne) I, knock on the door, hope isn't home, fates not around, the lucks all gone don't ask me whats wrong, ask me whats right and ima tell you whats life and did you know? I lost everything, but I ain't the only one first came the hurricane, then the morning sun Excuse me if I'm on one, and don't trip if i light one, i walk a tight one They try to tell me keep my eyes open my whole city under water, some people still floatin and they wonder why black people still voting, cause your presidents still chokin Take away the football team, the basketball team now all we got is me to represent New Orleans, shit no governor, no help from the mayor just a steady beatin heart, and a wish and a prayer lets pray (Robin Thicke) These friends they come and go but I got family family These kids so fast they grow They learn so quickly now But there's no where to go, but there's future future Don't make this seem so low And we can't overcome Chorus (Lil Wayne) and if you come from under that water then theres fresh air just breathe baby, gods got a blessing to spare yes, i know the process has so much stress but its the progress that feels the best cause i came from the projects straight to success and your next, so try they cant steal your pride its inside then find it and keep on grinding cause in every dark cloud theres a silver lining I know... yeah, yeah... yeah see... Right now we just riding on love And shine in the dark, we aint tryna do nothing be at the heart We need love, that's all now Chorus: You tie my hands, what am i gonna be What have i done so bad, what is my destiny You tie my hands, what am I going to see What have I done so bad, what am I gonna be Born right here in the USA But due to tragedy, looked on by the whole world as a refugee So, accept my emotion, do not take it as an offensive gesture It's just the epitome of my soul And I must be me We got spirit y'all We go spirit We got soul y'all We got soul They don't want us to see, But we already know |
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from Lil' Wayne - Tha Carter III (2008)
(Intro)
(Robin Thicke) We are at war With the universe The sky is falling And the only thing that can save us now Is sensitivity and compassion Da Di Da, Da-Di-Da Da Di Da Da Di Da, Da-Di-Da Da Di Da But I know one thing's for sure I'm gonna get my kicks before it all burns down (Verse 1) (Lil Wayne) Yeah, some say tragedy is hard to get over But sometimes that tragedy means it's over Soldier from the academy league of rollers I deny being down Though they seem to hold us My shoulders is strong I prove ‘em wrong I ain't doing nothing but moving on Let the truth be known But they talk that freedom matters And didn't even leave a ladder, damn (Robin Thicke) I work at the corner store We all got problems, problems No one's gonna fly that low No one's gonna save us now How you feel You're not alone We're all just jealous, jealous We don't reach the sky no more We just can't overcome no (Chorus) You tie my hands What am I gonnna be What have I done so bad What is my destiny You tie my hands What am I supposed to see What have I done so bad What am I gonnna be (Verse 2) I knock on the door Hope isn't home Fate's not around The Luck's so gone Don't ask me what's wrong Ask me what's right And I'm a tell you what's life And did you know I lost everything But I ain't the only one First came the hurricane then the morning sun Excuse me if I'm on one And don't trip if I light one I walk a tight one They try tell me keep my eyes open My whole city under water Some people still floatin' And they wonder why black people still votin' ‘cause your president's still joking Take away the football team The basketball team Now all we got is me to represent New Orleans No governor, no help from the mayor Just a steady beatin' heart And a wish and a prayer Let's pray (Robin Thicke) These friends come and go But I got family, family These kids so fast they grow They learn so quickly now But there's nowhere to go But there's some future, future Don't make this seem so low And we can't overcome yo (Chorus) (Verse 3) And if ya come from under that water Then there's fresh air Just breath baby God's got a blessing ta spare Yes, I know that the process is so much stress But it's tha progress that feels the best ‘cause I came from tha projects Straight ta success and your next So try they can't steal your pride, it's inside Then find it and keep on grindin' ‘cause in every dark cloud there's a silver lining I know Yeah, yeah, yeah See, right now we just ridin' on love A shot in the dark We ain't trying nothing but be at the heart We need love That's all, that's all Yeah, born right here in the USA But due to tragedy Looked on by the whole world as a refugee So accept my emotion Do not take it as an offensive gesture It's just the epitome of my soul And I must be me We got spirit yall We got spirit We got soul yall We got soul They don't want us to see But we already know |
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from Porcelain Black - This Is What Rock N Roll Looks Like [single] (2011)
[Porcelain Black - Chorus]
Hey hey hey if you’re ready to rage Raise your hands up, this what rock and roll looks like Yeah yeah yeah, wearing leather and lace Raise your hands up, this what rock and roll looks like Umm, microphone check one, two Yeah, yeah, it’s Porcelain baby And this is what Rock n Roll Looks like The dark days falling down on my stand I feel the thirst to get it in Touble, trouble, drink it down Like a king, I take the crown ? Cause we’re the kids, make love to the night We gonna get this, we gonna start a fight [Porcelain Black - Chorus] Hey hey hey if you’re ready to rage Raise your hands up, this what rock and roll looks like Yeah yeah yeah, wearing leather and lace Raise your hands up, this what rock and roll looks like Na-na-na-na-nana-na-nah (hey, hey, hey) Na-na-na-na-nana-na-na-now, na-now (Hey) Na-na-na-na-nana-na-now (Hey hey) Na-na-na-na-nana-na-na-now, na-now (Hey) We’re putting dark shades on for the cameras Take a picture now if you wanna have us Lets a ? across my face Not a drop willl go to waste Baby the beast is yours to chase Cause we’re the kids, make love to the night We gonna get this, we gonna start a fight [Porcelain Black - Chorus] Hey hey hey if you’re ready to rage Raise your hands up, this what rock and roll looks like Yeah yeah yeah, wearing leather and lace Raise your hands up, this what rock and roll looks like Na-na-na-na-nana-na-nah (hey, hey, hey) Na-na-na-na-nana-na-na-now, na-now (Hey) Na-na-na-na-nana-na-now (Hey hey) Na-na-na-na-nana-na-na-now, na-now (Hey) [Lil Wayne] I-I-I-I need a cigarette and a bad bitch Come be my soccer ball and get yo ass kicked I like my pizza cold, I like my glass full I don’t like bullshit, but I like red bull I smell like Guns and Roses I look like money bitch I taste like Rock n Roll I make her lick her lips And all the drama’s dead Im in the past life I forgot her name but I remember last night You can do what you do I done did enough I’m on that gangsta shit I don’t give a f-ck Weezy [Porcelain Black] You wanna talk the talk, get up and show me the walk You wanna talk the talk, you better show me the walk You wanna talk the talk, get up and show me ya walk You wanna talk the talk, you better show me ya walk [Porcelain Black - Chorus x2] Hey hey hey if you’re ready to rage Raise your hands up, this what rock and roll looks like Yeah yeah yeah, wearing leather and lace Raise your hands up, this what rock and roll looks like Na-na-na-na-nana-na-nah (hey, hey, hey) Na-na-na-na-nana-na-na-now, na-now (Hey) Na-na-na-na-nana-na-now (Hey hey) Na-na-na-na-nana-na-na-now, na-now (Hey) |
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from Lil' Wayne - Tha Carter (2004)
OK I'm finally perfect, ya know
Y'all already know what it is and if you don't Then the great Mannie Fresh will enlighten you [Chorus] Ladies and gentlemen, pimps and playas Half ass rappers and true rhyme sayers This is the Carter, so hold onto your teenage daughter Because this is the Carter, A lot more rich and a whole lot smarter Wayne in ya brain young Carter Wayne in ya brain young Carter Well I got it don't worry, I got it, I got it Who am I, young wizzle fa shizzle Flow sicker than a third floor in hospitals My charm starburst, my watch skittles I'm hot sizzle, what up hot bizzle Holla at a player, I'm sorta like B-D Y'all can't stop my dribble, or block the lay-ups Soft top the Coupe, mami pop her too Don't chase the feeling baby girl let it come to you Remove the ceiling on the girl now she comfortable I'm a world class G mami fuck wit' dude I got Lazy-Boy bank that's comfort low I'm a offense coordinator run n' shoot You watch your grill what you ought to do Fore' your ribs get barbecued And my ribs is showing I say I'm starving dude This, this, this, this, this is the Carter dude What up Reel, c'mon [Chorus] I'm the Birdman Birdman Junior bitch I be high in the sky shit on you and yo bitch I be flier than your guy nigga lose the prick Now if ya follow everything just grab a wing And we could shh All the way down to the mall and bet I buy it all Young Mar' picture the broad lick All the way down to the balls then she wipe it off If getting money is wrong I ain't right at all I young money a car I just write it off I'm the boss of my own shit, I'm my own click I would say fuck ya but go and get ya own dick Get ya game up boy hustle harder This, this, this, this, this, this, this, this, this, this Get ya game up boy hustle harder This, this, this, this, this, this, this is the Carter, yea [Chorus] And y'all better blame Baby Cause he the motherfucker that made me, and I'm crazy And y'all ask why I never left the navy Cause he the motherfucker that pay me, is you crazy Young, young, young wizzle baby Give you yo issue, me don't want to kiss you No, no, no me no want no bullshit So, so stop baller blocking 'cause a nigga hood rich And I floss everyday because I could bitch So holla at ya boy 'cause I'm still on some hood shit Like, like, like what's really good wit ya mom or your lil' boy And your sister lookin good shit, shit I'm still Apple Eagle weasel One-seven Hollygrove never ever ever leave you I got y'all waiting on my sequel This, this, this, this, this, this is the Carter people [Chorus: x2] My hoes got hoes for real Ya merkin' Mannie Fresh merkin' em Mannie Fresh murderin' Mannie Fresh merkin' em, yeah yeah This, this, this, this, this, this, this, this, this, this |
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from Lil' Wayne - The Carter Screwed & Chopped (2004)
OK I'm finally perfect, ya know
Y'all already know what it is and if you don't Then the great Mannie Fresh will enlighten you [Chorus] Ladies and gentlemen, pimps and playas Half ass rappers and true rhyme sayers This is the Carter, so hold onto your teenage daughter Because this is the Carter, A lot more rich and a whole lot smarter Wayne in ya brain young Carter Wayne in ya brain young Carter Well I got it don't worry, I got it, I got it Who am I, young wizzle fa shizzle Flow sicker than a third floor in hospitals My charm starburst, my watch skittles I'm hot sizzle, what up hot bizzle Holla at a player, I'm sorta like B-D Y'all can't stop my dribble, or block the lay-ups Soft top the Coupe, mami pop her too Don't chase the feeling baby girl let it come to you Remove the ceiling on the girl now she comfortable I'm a world class G mami fuck wit' dude I got Lazy-Boy bank that's comfort low I'm a offense coordinator run n' shoot You watch your grill what you ought to do Fore' your ribs get barbecued And my ribs is showing I say I'm starving dude This, this, this, this, this is the Carter dude What up Reel, c'mon [Chorus] I'm the Birdman Birdman Junior bitch I be high in the sky shit on you and yo bitch I be flier than your guy nigga lose the prick Now if ya follow everything just grab a wing And we could shh All the way down to the mall and bet I buy it all Young Mar' picture the broad lick All the way down to the balls then she wipe it off If getting money is wrong I ain't right at all I young money a car I just write it off I'm the boss of my own shit, I'm my own click I would say fuck ya but go and get ya own dick Get ya game up boy hustle harder This, this, this, this, this, this, this, this, this, this Get ya game up boy hustle harder This, this, this, this, this, this, this is the Carter, yea [Chorus] And y'all better blame Baby Cause he the motherfucker that made me, and I'm crazy And y'all ask why I never left the navy Cause he the motherfucker that pay me, is you crazy Young, young, young wizzle baby Give you yo issue, me don't want to kiss you No, no, no me no want no bullshit So, so stop baller blocking 'cause a nigga hood rich And I floss everyday because I could bitch So holla at ya boy 'cause I'm still on some hood shit Like, like, like what's really good wit ya mom or your lil' boy And your sister lookin good shit, shit I'm still Apple Eagle weasel One-seven Hollygrove never ever ever leave you I got y'all waiting on my sequel This, this, this, this, this, this is the Carter people [Chorus: x2] My hoes got hoes for real Ya merkin' Mannie Fresh merkin' em Mannie Fresh murderin' Mannie Fresh merkin' em, yeah yeah This, this, this, this, this, this, this, this, this, this |
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from Murphy Lee - Murphy’S Law (2003)
This is Cadillac Mack haha ha Seville Appeal Luv rollin the L doggs 9 papers Ayyo I''m laid back and humble, yeah I''m cool wit it Kinda hungry, give me a salad and a soup wit it Aint no need for extra rolls, Sue comes wit it Baby girl behind the counter lookin'' cool wit She got a fat ass, I know I went to school wit it She was the type that said I wouldn''t know what to do wit it I kick that Willie Bo Bo aqua suit wit it, went trough wit it Got her number, she ain''t it so I''m through wit it I let Pooh hit it, he let the crew hit it Hold on lil'' derrty, for two minutes I think I left my herb man I ain''t cool wit it Murph Derrt say he got me now I''m cool wit it I make a lotta dough, pay a lotta pay dues wit it Pimpin'' already, now I got the juice in it I got the grey Vokal wit the blue in it Loose, new, blue, fitted, I''m so cool wit it Ali, you cool wit it? (Ayyo I''m cool wit it) Well is you cool wit it? (Fo'' sho I''m cool wit it) You sure you cool wit it? (Definitely cool wit it) ''K (Kyjuan let me show you really I am) Sooooo Oh oh oooh Wit it, wit it Ayyo Nas was talkin'' but I was cool wit it DMX said summin but I was cool wit it KRS was speakin but I was cool wit it And I ain''t even gon trip nigga I''m cool wit it We gon rep us to the fullest hope you cool wit it Lunatic''s for the culture is you cool wit it? If sauce, stand up yell out yep I''m cool wit it Yo mo Leezy Nell, I''m done come act a fool wit it I woke up at 9:30, I was cool wit it I said damn it''s kinda early but I''m cool wit it I had a message on my celly I''m like who did it? Turns out, it was this chick I''d like to ''ooh'' wit it Now I''m tryin'' to figure out if I''ma fool wit it She used to be the cheerrleader type, school spirrit You know the pom-poms, back flips, split wit it I know a lot of niggaz tried but they didn''t get it Or maybe they had the game they just didn''t spit it Or they won''t admit it, cuz they carry too much pride in it I like to slide in it, flip it and dip it and take a ride in it Hide in it, might flight glide in it You know I did it, cuz I''m cool wit it A lot of niggaz talkin'' shit but I''m cool wit it Walk in a party, lotta gawkin'' but I''m cool wit it Look outside, see what I''m parkin? you can''t fool wit it Not at all You can''t fool wit none of that young mate Why is you trippin of the 24 Escalade Powdered baby blue wit the Gucci Lou interior A-HA! slide on young playa Just be cool wit yo losses A-HA! Pimp Juice [ - Nelly & (Murphy Lee)] Yo Murph, you cool wit it? (Yeah man I''m cool wit it) But is you cool wit it? (Yeah derrty I''m cool wit it) You sure you really cool wit it? (Yeah man I''m cool wit it Pimp Juice let me show you really I am) Sooooo Oh oh oooh Wit it, wit it Look, Look I got my mama a new house and she cool wit it I grew up and had to bounce so she cool wit it Baby sister got a car and she cool wit it ''Cause she work and go to school so I''m cool wit it My granny don''t like rap but she cool wit it ''Cause as long as I got a job then she cool wit it To my grandaddy name and he cool wit it Told me boy don''t blow yo money and be cool wit it So in other words derrty don''t be a fool wit it He said don''t wind up in the motherfuckin news wit it And help the family when you can and they cool wit it Separate the hatas from the friends and be cool wit it I''m Murph Dert mu''fucka I''m so cool wit it I send raps on ice cause I''m cool wit it And erry scene I be in I be cool wit it Pull up in the yellow Benz thing cuz I''m cool wit it Nelly you cool wit it Ali you cool wit it? Kyjuan''s cool wit it Murphy cool wit it City Spud cool wit it And Slo cool too Party people Lemme show you how really cool we am Sooooo Oh oh oooh Wit it, wit it Ay Slo you cool wit it?.. Ay Spud you cool wit it?.. Haha Ay Coach you cool wit it?... |
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from Drake 2집 - Take Care (2011)
조유희 Chapter ..
Jouhi If This Was A Movie Taylor Swi.. Come Home Faith Hill Long Live Taylor Swi.. 곡 36 | 담기 5 | 추천 0 |
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from Lil' Wayne - Rebirth (2010)
She stole my heart
She ran away Now I'm heartless So fuck her anyway We got along She got away The price is wrong But she gotta pay We used to be the coolest couple back in high school high school my school ye ye ye ye ye Now she going out with some nigga name Michael ok rifle ye ye ye ye ye We used to be the nastiest couple on the school yard, back yard your yard ye ye ye ye ye But now your just a nasty motherfucker baby who are you are you are ye ye ye ye ye And everyone know that the tables have turned and what you gonna do when the tables burn And now you all up in my face pleading your case and I'm like... Okokokokokokokokokokokokokokokokokokokokokokokokokok kkkkkkkkk She stole my heart She ran away Now I'm heartless So fuck her anyway We got along She got away The price is wrong But she gotta pay She used to be the cutest sether up in my class this class that class ye ye ye ye ye yehh But now she kissin any motherfucker with a hall pass now she skippin ya'll class ye ye ye ye yeea!! I used to be the baddest motherfucker in the lunchroom classroom her room ye ye ye ye ye yarrrr But now I graduated from youuu ye ye ye ye ye ye ye ye ye yeeee! And everybody know that the tables turned but what you gon' do when the tables burn And now you all up in my face pleading your case and now I'm like.. Okokokokokokokokokokokokokokokokokokokokokokokokokok kkkkkkkkkkk But she gotta pay So fuck her anyway She stole my heart She ran away I'm heartless So fuck her anyway We gotta lose She got a way The price is wrong She stole my heart She ran away Now I'm heartless I fuck her anyway We got along She got away The price is wrong But she gotta pay She stole my heart She ran away Now I'm heartless I fuck her anyway Fuck her anyway I fuck her anyway Fuck her anyway Fuck her anyway Fuck her anyway Fuck her anyway Fuck her anyway Fuck her anyway Fuck her anyway Fuck her anyway Fuck her anyway But she gotta pay |
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from Lil' Wayne - Rebirth (2010)
She stole my heart
She ran away Now I'm heartless So fuck her anyway We got along She got away The price is wrong But she gotta pay We used to be the coolest couple back in high school high school my school ye ye ye ye ye Now she going out with some nigga name Michael ok rifle ye ye ye ye ye We used to be the nastiest couple on the school yard, back yard your yard ye ye ye ye ye But now your just a nasty motherfucker baby who are you are you are ye ye ye ye ye And everyone know that the tables have turned and what you gonna do when the tables burn And now you all up in my face pleading your case and I'm like... Okokokokokokokokokokokokokokokokokokokokokokokokokok kkkkkkkkk She stole my heart She ran away Now I'm heartless So fuck her anyway We got along She got away The price is wrong But she gotta pay She used to be the cutest sether up in my class this class that class ye ye ye ye ye yehh But now she kissin any motherfucker with a hall pass now she skippin ya'll class ye ye ye ye yeea!! I used to be the baddest motherfucker in the lunchroom classroom her room ye ye ye ye ye yarrrr But now I graduated from youuu ye ye ye ye ye ye ye ye ye yeeee! And everybody know that the tables turned but what you gon' do when the tables burn And now you all up in my face pleading your case and now I'm like.. Okokokokokokokokokokokokokokokokokokokokokokokokokok kkkkkkkkkkk But she gotta pay So fuck her anyway She stole my heart She ran away I'm heartless So fuck her anyway We gotta lose She got a way The price is wrong She stole my heart She ran away Now I'm heartless I fuck her anyway We got along She got away The price is wrong But she gotta pay She stole my heart She ran away Now I'm heartless I fuck her anyway Fuck her anyway I fuck her anyway Fuck her anyway Fuck her anyway Fuck her anyway Fuck her anyway Fuck her anyway Fuck her anyway Fuck her anyway Fuck her anyway Fuck her anyway But she gotta pay |
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from Lil' Wayne - Rebirth (2010)
she stole my heart she ran away
now im heartless so fuck her anyway we got along she got away the price is wrong but she gotta pay we used to be the coolest couple back in high school high school my school ye ye ye ye ye now she going out with some nigga name michael ok rifle ye ye ye ye ye we used to be the nastiest couple on the school yard, back yard your yard ye ye ye ye ye but now your just a nasty motherfucker baby who are you are you are ye ye ye ye ye and everyone know that the tables have turned & what you gonna do when the tables burn and now you all up in my face pleading your case and im like.. okokokokokokokokokokokokokokokokokokokokokokokokokok kkkkkkkkk she stole my heart she ran away now im heartless so fuck her anyway we gotta along she got away the price is wrong but she gotta pay she used to be the cutest sether up in my class this class that class ye ye ye ye ye yehh but now she kissin any motherfucker with a hall pass now she skippin ya'll class ye ye ye ye yeea!! i used to be the baddest motherfucker in the lunchroom classroom her room ye ye ye ye ye yarrrr but now i graduated from youuu ye ye ye ye ye ye ye ye ye yeeee! and everybody know the tables turned but what you gon' do when the tables burn and now you all up in my face pleading your case and now im like.. okokokokokokokokokokokokokokokokokokokokokokokokokok kkkkkkkkkkk but she gotta pay!! so fuck her anyway she stole my heart.. she ran away im heartless so fuck her anyway we gotta lose she got a way the price is wrong, she stole my heart she ran away now im heartless fuck her anyway we got along she got away the price is wrong but she gotta pay she stole my heart she ran away now im heartless like fuck her anyway fuck her anyway like fuck her anyway fuck her anyway fuck her anyway fuck her anyway fuck her anyway fuck her anyway fuck her anyway fuck her anyway fuck her anyway fuck her anyway but she gotta pay |
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from Lil' Wayne - Dedication 3 Gangsta Grillz (2008)
[La the Darkman]
Yeahhh... L.A.D. I'm all about that cheese, Swiss or Mozzarella Muenster, Colby, American or cheddar When it comes to robbery Nobody do it better Notorious L.A.D. Fresh Coogi sweater The cleanest Lyrics is the meanest Understand my English Nigga, I'm a genius Ice like a snow cone Writin' in my iPhone Went from sellin' crack To sellin' ringtones Straight out the projects To million dollar homes Inside the Carter Cookin' 36 zones 36 O's and I break 'em all down In and out of every trap All through the A-town The Embassy A.M.G. Young Money merger I'm a young champ like Ben Roethlisberger S.S. Chevy with the big block engine Rims and paint cost me a whole pension [Jae Millz] I don't need nothing but my niggas And enough weed to go around A tinted sedan some grams and a loaded pound Fuck what another nigga think of me I'm thinkin' multi-millions He thinkin' G's Nigga please Get your mind right Fuck tryna be fresh Get your grind right Cuz I'm like So in another league I throw my pitches At different degrees And I Sparil my pigskins At different speeds And I hit threes Cuz at different times I release My shot cold Nigga, I'm hot Don't be tight cuz you not Just be happy I'm lettin' you breath I'm the good, I'm the bad I'm the Devil, I'm Jesus It's Young Money bitch! The game needs us Gudda Gudda, what it is nigga? Kid-Kid Chi, get it how you live nigga My nigga Mack Maine just left the dealership And Weezy just ripped the drop Phantom so they feelin' sick Diamond rings, diamond chains Royal suites, private planes Palm trees, big change I can't complain I made a promise to myself That I'll never be a have-not Nigga fuck bein' broke Shit Before that day come I'll A.K. stamp ya When there's beef I'm in the center like Tyson Chandler Fuck what you heard In the booth I goes off Like the lights if you ain't payin' It's the third And you already two months late witcha bill Clown nigga you's a lame Bitch nigga I'm Millz! Young Moula [Gudda Gudda] If you didn't, now you know It's the million dollar nigga Wit' the million dollar flow Icicle chain Got a million dollar glow Quarter mill' for the gang If you tryna book a show Templates on the Bentley Ridin' through the 'jects Got a pocket fulla money Nigga, hand on my tec I'm demandin' respect I'm a man to respect Disrespect your man Put my hand 'round his neck It's no other than Gudda Gudda man Still 'bout my money Nigga, fuck another man I'm on the paper chase All about the hustle man I be climbin' through your window Like I'm fuckin' Broadman Look I'm Shady Aftermath Put your head in a scope A bank roll with the bucks It's what these young niggas killin' for The game dirty On the streets tryna deal yayo Fifty clips at his hat Leave a peeled potato [Lil' Wayne] I call my Nina Bay like San Diego Get me twisted I'm a turn into a tornado And all my riders ridin' like a Winnebago You stay But I'ma let that A.K. go Rawer than Qualo Shoot you like Halo Give yo' ass a halo These bitches walk around actin' like they J.Lo Man, I remember when these bitches was just hey hoe Hey hoe, how you doing? Me? I'm doing every fuckin' thang Smokin' them dykes I'm on that Mary fuckin' Jane This shit so Tom and Jerry to Lil' Wayne And you MC's are just milk and cherries to Lil' Wayne Haha And bitch I'm greedy But if I keep eatin' you rappers I'll get sugar diabities Sweetie I'm a different species I'll crush your two fingers into a million pieces What the fuck do I be thinkin'? Kill, kill, murder And Benjamin Franklin Your girlfriend is into them gangstas And me bein' a gangsta I get into your girlfriend I stay still when the world spins And ain't nobody flyer than the Birdman You heard me? You heard him? Him bein' me And we are better than All y'all bitches, niggas, hoes Enemies, foes Threes, twos, ones But these dudes won |
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from Lil' Wayne - Dedication 3 Gangsta Grillz (2008)
[Monologue]
Aight, aight, aight, aight. Hold up Drama, hold up Drama That was easy, that was milk and cookies for me. Milk and cookies! Rest in peace Bernie Mac, man. That was easy for me though Drama. You know I do that all day. Gimme that shit all them other niggas be frontin' on and shit I'm sure my...I'm sure my...watch this, watch this. D-three bitch! |
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from Lil' Wayne - I Am Not A Human Being (2010)
[Lil Wayne]
cut the music up please yeah I should never leave hip hop controlled by my two hands they go tick toc around the clock, yes it’s my time, my throne better know the time of day in any f-cking time zone I’m feeling like I’m on top of the rhinestone pull in the ladder from heaven about to climb home mental thoughts are sharper than a pine cone in this World of numbers I keep my nine on and I don’t go to church because the line long and the preacher he be getting his shine on but I know my Lord I am God’s own back to my hands, tick tick a time bomb [Jay Sean - Chorus] Yeah, don’t you know I’ll be (I’ll be) Yeah, don’t you know I’ll be (I’ll be) I’ll be here cause I won’t quit yeah you can try lock me up you can try to break me down but I stay strong It’s my own throne cant stop now cause that aint me you can try lock me up you can try to break me down but I stay strong It’s my own throne cant stop now cause that aint me [Lil Wayne] Try to stay afloat on my inner tube when they turn my city into a swimming pool before that, it was a living cesspool we got get on our sh-t like nats do police’s be on my tip like hats do but i stay strong like blacks do never saved by the bell in a black school and I stay in trouble like Zack do and in this game nobody’s on my plateau therefore my name remains like a tattoo yes I take giant steps in Shaq boots B-I-R-D man junior or Weezy F Baby [Chorus] [Jay Sean - Bridge] that aint me See I won’t stop, that aint me I wont quit, that aint me no I wont stop, that aint me cause that aint me [Lil Wayne] Alright, I’m in their conversations the titles up for grabs I’m into confiscation punch, shot or stab now your the doctors patient wild like an Arab from the Islamic nation I get money round the clock, aint got no time for hating and these n-ggas aint sh-t like their constipating I get the coupe with the kit watch me lobster red it drop the top at the light thats when I be heading so far ahead of them I feel outdated but I feel electric like I’m Raiden used to play Mortal Kombat when I was a couch potato now I’m coming out with faders, no homo [Chorus] |
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from Lil' Wayne - Tha Carter II (2005)
Yeah, hard body (hard body)
Carter, carter Carter yeah Lets go Cash Money Young Money mother fuck the other side They can fuck with us if they want I bring 'em homicide Word to my momma I'm gonna continue bombin' Til they gettin' out the game, it's like comin' out of a coma I'm tryin', but I'm normal when this rap shit get borin' All I ask is that you pray for me (Please) And the beat, keep cryin' and I'm a keep beatin' her Fee I'm fuckin' her I'm deep in her sleep in her And what happens when the reaper come (huh?) I'm just hopin' that he sends that elevator up I made enough I ain't make shit So while I'm here I'm a take that and take this (nigga!) Breakfast, yes let's eat wipe ya mouth when ya finished Then hunt for the lunch and dinner, no beginner To the criminal activity fuck with them they rushin' in Like Seminoles, Indians, no bow and arrows Harold Just leaners Cheena just choppers Robert Carter two tell me how is you gon stop a riot I lock and seal it up the best I could feel it (yeah!) I'm in the lead I can pop a wheelie (got em!) Not for rookies late bloomers stay in the womb (Go!) I'm here mu'fucker make room, boom! Young Tune the big kahuna It's my ocean baby y'all niggas is tuna Better now than sooner junior Fly around ya city try and take another tune ya I ain't goin' nowhere special I won't never leave Shit I'm already a legend if I ever leave Can't get rid of me? Not little me (no) Man I got 'em I'm a get 'em B (I got 'em B) I'm hungry like I didn't eat (yeah) I want it like I didn't see a meal before seventeen What the fuck you niggas tellin' me? You pups can't keep up with the pedigree Catch me where the weather be somewhere in the seventies Call myself settling palm trees Promethazine but whats new? Sometimes I can't cut through that rough loo Get fucked so many times til it's fuck you (fuck em!) So how you want do it baby we can get it All you gotta do is say it and I'm wit' it Money and murder you my nigga my jelly preserver I'm a ride baby til the judge give me a verdict yeah! Hear me or heard me I get it and serve it Cause every time I did it I hit it and hurt it yeah Now I kill it, the mission accomplished The niggas abolished the bitches astonished Then they pay homage when did they find it but Now that they know it's a must I remind 'em so They don't forget it I underline it and I'm in the sky when the thunder's cryin' young'n I been through all that I done done what you sayin' I put it down when the others was playin' When the jungle was open I rolled in with the riders Stole food from the bears and bought it back to the lions hold court with the apes I'm a gorilla but lighter Wit' the eye of a tiger the heart of a fighter yeah Start 'em ignite 'em I walk through fire Watch the flames start multiplyin' whoo! yeah Alter a nigga nina talk to a nigga Take a chunk outcha body like a shark bit a nigga I'm awkward like Cartwright fuck wit a nigga Shot ugly but my arch right come on dog bark bite Fork in the road I'm always goin' right Nowadays knowin' life ain't no more road lights We can't see but we goin' make it to the finish line It's right there the goal line right behind the scrimmage line Touchdown check the scoreboard gimme mines Semi 9 fit me fine hit a nigga twenty times Damn then one more to the face (Bow!) just So they close the casket like I pay to close the case I'm made straight mafia shit, front line Top rank ready to die for my shit and the obvious shit If I talk about my robbery they prolly get rich So fuck 'em I'm a let 'em sit And I ain't duckin' cause I'm right here, I'm just enough I don't care who at the top of the stairs I'm steppin' up See you fuckin' up the money baby that ain't good business You startin' to look like a witness and this is For the gangstas and the bitches the hustlers and the hoes Crossover whatever mainstream know Cause Wayne thinks silent Wayne'll never fold You heard it right here if the game was ever told Lift up ya toes and look under a rug Trust me there's history under all that dust So deep down in the dirty there lies us (who?) Yeah Cash Money Records and I'm still up front Stunna pop a bottle baby peel us a blunt Lets eat and talk about all the niggas we cut What? You know what? Lets not fuck up our lunch That's real shit if you ever seen such Chuch "Tha mobb, nigga" |
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from Lil' Wayne - Tha Carter II (2005)
Yeah, hard body (hard body)
Carter, carter Carter yeah Lets go Cash Money Young Money mother fuck the other side They can fuck with us if they want I bring 'em homicide Word to my momma I'm gonna continue bombin' Til they gettin' out the game, it's like comin' out of a coma I'm tryin', but I'm normal when this rap shit get borin' All I ask is that you pray for me (Please) And the beat, keep cryin' and I'm a keep beatin' her Fee I'm fuckin' her I'm deep in her sleep in her And what happens when the reaper come (huh?) I'm just hopin' that he sends that elevator up I made enough I ain't make shit So while I'm here I'm a take that and take this (nigga!) Breakfast, yes let's eat wipe ya mouth when ya finished Then hunt for the lunch and dinner, no beginner To the criminal activity fuck with them they rushin' in Like Seminoles, Indians, no bow and arrows Harold Just leaners Cheena just choppers Robert Carter two tell me how is you gon stop a riot I lock and seal it up the best I could feel it (yeah!) I'm in the lead I can pop a wheelie (got em!) Not for rookies late bloomers stay in the womb (Go!) I'm here mu'fucker make room, boom! Young Tune the big kahuna It's my ocean baby y'all niggas is tuna Better now than sooner junior Fly around ya city try and take another tune ya I ain't goin' nowhere special I won't never leave Shit I'm already a legend if I ever leave Can't get rid of me? Not little me (no) Man I got 'em I'm a get 'em B (I got 'em B) I'm hungry like I didn't eat (yeah) I want it like I didn't see a meal before seventeen What the fuck you niggas tellin' me? You pups can't keep up with the pedigree Catch me where the weather be somewhere in the seventies Call myself settling palm trees Promethazine but whats new? Sometimes I can't cut through that rough loo Get fucked so many times til it's fuck you (fuck em!) So how you want do it baby we can get it All you gotta do is say it and I'm wit' it Money and murder you my nigga my jelly preserver I'm a ride baby til the judge give me a verdict yeah! Hear me or heard me I get it and serve it Cause every time I did it I hit it and hurt it yeah Now I kill it, the mission accomplished The niggas abolished the bitches astonished Then they pay homage when did they find it but Now that they know it's a must I remind 'em so They don't forget it I underline it and I'm in the sky when the thunder's cryin' young'n I been through all that I done done what you sayin' I put it down when the others was playin' When the jungle was open I rolled in with the riders Stole food from the bears and bought it back to the lions hold court with the apes I'm a gorilla but lighter Wit' the eye of a tiger the heart of a fighter yeah Start 'em ignite 'em I walk through fire Watch the flames start multiplyin' whoo! yeah Alter a nigga nina talk to a nigga Take a chunk outcha body like a shark bit a nigga I'm awkward like Cartwright fuck wit a nigga Shot ugly but my arch right come on dog bark bite Fork in the road I'm always goin' right Nowadays knowin' life ain't no more road lights We can't see but we goin' make it to the finish line It's right there the goal line right behind the scrimmage line Touchdown check the scoreboard gimme mines Semi 9 fit me fine hit a nigga twenty times Damn then one more to the face (Bow!) just So they close the casket like I pay to close the case I'm made straight mafia shit, front line Top rank ready to die for my shit and the obvious shit If I talk about my robbery they prolly get rich So fuck 'em I'm a let 'em sit And I ain't duckin' cause I'm right here, I'm just enough I don't care who at the top of the stairs I'm steppin' up See you fuckin' up the money baby that ain't good business You startin' to look like a witness and this is For the gangstas and the bitches the hustlers and the hoes Crossover whatever mainstream know Cause Wayne thinks silent Wayne'll never fold You heard it right here if the game was ever told Lift up ya toes and look under a rug Trust me there's history under all that dust So deep down in the dirty there lies us (who?) Yeah Cash Money Records and I'm still up front Stunna pop a bottle baby peel us a blunt Lets eat and talk about all the niggas we cut What? You know what? Lets not fuck up our lunch That's real shit if you ever seen such Chuch "Tha mobb, nigga" |
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from Lil' Wayne - Lights Out (2001)
(Lil Wayne)
Come on, come on Come on, come on, come on, come on Ain't nothin' nice or sweet (Huh?) They don't even much understand this (Uh-uh) Look- Now when I crawl up out the Rove' I got quarters and O's Forty-fours under my clothes ? I'm drunk and blow And I done told them boys if they play I dump their mothers Now they findin' niggas everyday slumped in gutters I come through on the block strapped, bumpin' Bubba for the summer in a bright orange pumpkin Hummer Stumblin' from the Courvoisier, and lots of hay And make me run in your place and take your pops away See, they got niggas in my hood who can't cop the yay So I can get it understood and have you chopped today And not to say I could even hit your block and spray And try to knock all the bone structure out your face Stick a potato on the head of my nine ? it's deadly quiet Leave a nigga redder than swine, you damn pig The plan is to take everything and kill 'em all Young or old, nigga, big or small Ain't nothin' nice (Hook (Lil Wayne)) Ain't nothin' nice around here, stupid Keep playin', you won't see next year, stupid And in the van there's a box in the back full of plenty of tools And when you see me on the block, I come to give 'em the blues (Lil Wayne) Look- Now we all do dumb things Playin' with Wayne doesn't have to be one of 'em I'll murder his father right in front of him None of 'em are ready for the trouble I'm 'bout Pull up in a bubble, hop out, then let a couple pop out I got two double Desert Eagles, bustin' at your peoples Cussin' at polices, and roughin' up your nieces (????) off the meters Don't leave without the heaters Believe this, my nina's got more shelves than Adidas You see the slick jackin', believe it's glocks and millimeters Run up on your family and pop your senioritas A lot of Hennessy ? just twist that lil' baby Damn, them hollow tips just missed that lil' baby This is definitely, step to me, get a hysterectomy Technically I'll murder anyone who disrespectin' me Seventeen Carollton ? mess with me, I bury one Three-eighty ? I carry one Come to kill up everyone What! (Hook (Lil Wayne)) (Lil Wayne) Everybody freeze and drop when Lil Wheezy cock And niggas be like Q-Tip 'cause they breath and stop Believe or not, the ki's ten G's a wat Until I die apple and Eagle that be's the block And he's so hot that four hundred degrees the spot And weed and vodk' got me wanna beat a cop I grease the glock, the scope with the beam and dot And I'm hangin' out the Beamer top releasin' shots Follow me ? everybody in the family die sourly Niggas drop hourly ? ruinin' your economy Liquor power me, now there's nothin' that can bother me Creep up in your window while you're sleepin', take your child with me I'm wild, and Wheezy more violent than Dennis Rodman Slide up in a blue truck and shoot-up a whole lot of men A lot of heat, a lot of fire, a blazer like Stoudamire Ride around your neighborhood and you wake up with bodies by your house (Hook (Lil Wayne)) |
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from Detail - Tattoo Girl (Foreva) [single] (2010)
[Intro - Detail]
Man I done seen a lot of nice tattoos out here lately And I’m kinda stuck with it Rock-rock it, we don’t stop, stop, stop [Chorus - Detail] Hello Ms. Tattoo Girl You are forever Stuck with me Hello Ms. Tattoo Girl You forever Stuck with me [Verse 1 - Detail] See everyday I asked a new question To get right through all life a lessons It’s funny to me and I’m noticing that Every tattoo I see is on the small of a back It’s like damn I can’t refuse All the great ideas that come with tattoos Like first the rose, then the butterfly Then the small little catch themes catch your eyes And even Angelina Jolie got those The only way you see those is with no clothes So there’s a few who knows Maybe Brad Pitt know Billy Bob saw a few so she got some more I’m sayin’… [Chorus - Detail] Hello Ms. Tattoo Girl You are forever Stuck with me Hello Ms. Tattoo Girl You are forever Stuck with me [Verse 2 - Lil Wayne] Uh, she got eyes by her pussy So when I go down they always lookin’ Then I told her get my name In all red ink, blood game Then we cut off the night lamp And I get up on that ass like a tramp stamp My tattoo goddess Love is an art and I’m an artist [Verse 3 - T-Pain] And one of the hot har-hardest tattoos I ever seen Is the one on my wife, one that you’ll never see It ain’t no tiger, no snake, or no keychain She wouldn’t defend you, so of course she know T-Pain Strictly simplicity, ink on your tities be wiggly jiggly You’ll never get rid of me, I’m permanently on the arm So when I’m looking for them tattoos in the bed I be like… [Chorus - Detail] There you are Hello Ms. Tattoo Girl You are forever Stuck with me Hello Ms. Tattoo Girl You are forever Stuck with me Stuck with me Yeah I forever stuck with me [Verse 4 - Travis McCoy] Yeah, you got people round the world that’s wearing tattoos You got actors, entertainers in blue collar suits The whole wide world is wearing tattoos You got athletes and doctors just like you I say… [Chorus - Detail] Hello Ms. Tattoo Girl You are forever Stuck with me Hello Ms. Tattoo Girl You are forever You are hello You are hello You are, you are forever I said you are hello You are hello You are forever Said you are, you are You are, yeah I said you are, you are, you are I said you are, you are, you are Dear Dad, yeah, oh noo |
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from Lil' Wayne - The Leak (2008)
Yeah, Yeah, okay, Came in the game as a youngin', sign with Cash Money,
pocket full of money. N**** poppin' s*** always talkin' bout somethin'. See ya' a** in public it's a whole 'nother subject. (Man they just) talkin bout it (x2). And I'm on the streets with it (x2) See where I come from, you gotta be about it. And if you want it (want it) we come and see about it. Okay, uhh, its weezy baby like the last s***, a big car and a bad b****. Uhh, I'm so fly I need my a** kicked, these n***** ballin' by accident. Uhh, keep talking make em' f*** up ya bodies and ya homies tell your mom it was an accident. Huh, i'm a g til the casket drop on my glasses. Huh, fast money I'm the fastest, I got that hustler's pass-ion. Ya know, dem boys back at the a** end, and I'm at the bank tryin' to cash in. Yeah, Yeah, okay, Came in the game as a youngin', sign with Cash Money, pocket full of money. N***** poppin' s*** always talkin' bout somethin'. See ya' a** in public it's a whole 'nother subject. (Man they just) talkin bout it (x2). And I'm on the streets with it (x2) See where I come from, you gotta be about it. And if you want it (want it) we come and see about it. Okay, there's been a murder, b**** I make a killin', insurance papers in a safe, money in the ceilin'. Huh, I got a pillowcase full of pistols, come through a n**** house and aim at the pillows. Huh, yeah wake up wake up, f*****' with them boys you could wake up taped up, ya dig? Now go on and drink that lake up, stick em' in the trunk and let em' feel that bass pump. These n***** is nuts, man that m14 leave you physically f*****. These n***** is ducks, and you can call me scrooge cause I'm swimmin in bucks. B****! Came in the game as a youngin', sign with Cash Money, pocket full of money. N***** poppin' s*** always talkin' bout somethin'. See ya' a** in public it's a whole 'nother subject. (Man they just) talkin bout it (x2). And I'm on the streets with it (x2) See where I come from, you gotta be about it. And if you want it (want it) we come and see about it. Yeah, yeah, too hot, too cold, I'm-I'm red hot blue cold. Yeah, I knock your melon out your fruit bowl, all my guns black, I got true soul. Yeah, and I call my coup a black pantha, graaaa graaa graaa, and thats the gat anthem. And if a n**** play with family for that matter, ima smoke so many n***** ima catch cancer, yeah and if I step up out this benz-o, you know I'm comin' with a gun like a nintendo, they soft, them n***** fallin' when the wind blow, when I'm rollin' up my window. F*** em'! Came in the game as a youngin', sign with Cash Money, pocket full of money. N***** poppin' s*** always talkin' bout somethin'. See ya' a** in public it's a whole 'nother subject. (Man they just) talkin bout it (x2). And I'm on the streets with it (x2) See where I come from, you gotta be about it. And if you want it (want it) we come and see about it. |
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from Bow Wow - Sweat [single] (2011)
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sgm8520 We Found Love (Feat. Calvin Harris) Rihanna Someone Like You Adele Sexy And I Know It LMFAO 곡 73 | 담기 19 | 추천 10 |
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from Jay-Z - Swagga Like Us [single] (2008)
no one on the corner
have swagger like us swagger like us swagger swagger like us no one on the corner have swagger like us swagger like us swagger swagger like us no one on the corner have swagger like us swagger like us swagger swagger like us no one on the corner have swagger like us swagger like us swagger swagger like us no one on the corner have swagger like us swagger like us swagger swagger like us no one on the corner have swagger like us swagger like us swagger swagger like us no one on the corner have swagger like us swagger like us swagger swagger like us no one on the corner have swagger like us swagger like us swagger swagger like us no one on the corner Mr West is in the building swagger on a hundred thousand trillion Ayo I know I got it first I'm Christopher Columbus y'all just the pilgrims Thanksgiving do we even gotta question Hermes Pastelle I pass the dressing My attitude is tattooed that means it's permanent so I guess i should address it huh My swagger is mick jagger every time I breathe on the track I asthma attack it Why he's so mad for why he gotta have it cuz I slaved my whole life now I'm the master Na Na Na How it feel to wake up and be the shit and the urine Na na na Trying to get that Kobe number one over Jordan no one on the corner have swagger like us swagger like us swagger swagger like us no one on the corner have swagger like us swagger like us swagger swagger like us no one on the corner have swagger like us swagger like us swagger swagger like us no one on the corner have swagger like us swagger like us swagger swagger like us No one on the corner gotta bop like this can't wear skinny jeans cuz my knots don't fit No one on the corner gotta pocket like this so I rock Roc jeans cuz my knots so thick You can learn how to dress just by jocking my fresh jocking jocking my fresh jocking jocking my fresh Follow my steps it's the road to success where the niggas know you thoro and the girls say yes But I can't teach you my swag you can pay for school but you can't buy class School of hard knocks I'm a grad and that all blue yankee is my graduation cap it's Hovaaaaa Dipping different rovers whipping with the soda Hovaaaaa Could u even have any doubt after doubt if its over no one on the corner have swagger like us swagger like us swagger swagger like us no one on the corner have swagger like us swagger like us swagger swagger like us no one on the corner have swagger like us swagger like us swagger swagger like us no one on the corner have swagger like us swagger like us swagger swagger like us No one on the corner has swagger like moi Church but I'm too clean for these boys I require what I desire I got stripes A di das Mami scream papi no mas Run up in your shit just me no moss Runnin this shit like I got four thighs none has swagger like this four gods When it comes to styles I got several sharper than a swagger dagger all metal And my jew elz blue and yellow the type of shit that make em call you Carmelo Rules as follows stay true to the ghetto write your name on the bullet make you feel special What the fuck you boys talking about I know its us cuz we the only thing you talk about no one on the corner have swagger like us swagger like us swagger swagger like us no one on the corner have swagger like us swagger like us swagger swagger like us no one on the corner have swagger like us swagger like us swagger swagger like us no one on the corner have swagger like us swagger like us swagger swagger like us You go see Weezy for the wordplay Jeezy for the birdplay Kanyeezy for diversity and me for controversy All my verses picture perfect and they meant to serve a purpose you ain't living what you kicking and you worthless Looking from the surface it may seem that I got reason to be nervous then observe my work and see that my adversity was worth it Verses autobiographical absolutely classical last thing I'm worried bout is what another rapper do Ain't nobody hot as me even if they rap they ass off blast off and have outstanding qualities Sell alotta records I respect and salute that but spitting real life on hot beats I'm the truth at You kick it like me no exaggeration necessary living revolutionary nothing less than legendary Gangsta shit hereditary got it from my dad flow colder than February with extraordinary swag no one on the corner have swagger like us swagger like us swagger swagger like us no one on the corner have swagger like us swagger like us swagger swagger like us no one on the corner have swagger like us swagger like us swagger swagger like us no one on the corner have swagger like us swagger like us swagger swagger like us no one on the corner have swagger like us swagger like us swagger swagger like us no one on the corner have swagger like us swagger like us swagger swagger like us no one on the corner have swagger like us swagger like us swagger swagger like us no one on the corner have swagger like us swagger like us swagger swagger like us |
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from Gucci Mane - The State Vs. Radric Davis (2009)
(Gucci Mane)
I'm the fire, you say your mo' fire then nigga you a lie' (liar) Homie you and I, Know the trooper Thats between You and I Stupid jewelry on me, yeah Stupid jewelry on me now If you think you finna shit on Gucci Then just show me how Someone dis me yesterday, What I'm 'posed to do, go cry? With my money chasin' million dollar mission on the side Just a chicken in my lap I'm bout to trust her then I die I'm so hood right now They question whats gettin' Gucci high? Stupid wild, stupid stupid wild, Homie thats my style Girls fightin', Hoes fist fight, man Just to touch my tie Get my squad squad, I ain't been this hard in a while Blow top off, I ain't been this hard in a while (Chorus) Stupid wild, Stupid, stupid wild, Homie Thats my style (4x) Every single night I'm ballin', Sippin' on the drink, Girls crawlin' Mostly every night I'm countin, countin, Niggas wanna fight but I'm shootin', shootin' Niggas wanna fight but I'm shootin', shootin' (Lil Wayne) Wilder than a jaguar, Wildin' in a jaguar, Please don't play with me I'll put that pistol on your grandpa I swear I'm so wild I think I just may need a xanbar And If she on my team I bet that bitch know who she playin' for Mr. Coach Carter Or Mr. Go Harder And I like my kush dry Like a fish with no water Swagger stupid perfect, I might as well surf it And if she ain't fucking She get the voicemail service Tell it like it be, Bitch I do it for the bloods And every fuckin' time I say Zu Woo is for the bloods With you just like I love I do it like I does And if you wanna fight, Then come on you can fight my guns Haha, Weezy man, Young Money (Chorus) [Cam'ron] Let's do the first, his and hers Started gettin' on my nerves so I hit her with a "BURR!" Hustlers love me, all the haters hate me, They brothers wanna fight me, They sisters wanna date me, I tell her bless it baby, You could be my bust it baby, But stay in your place, I need my space, Don't suffocate me, Back black approach us, Clack clack gats in holsters, Cops in black control us, Treat us like rats and roaches, But the blue Benz, Got the blue lamps, And your wifey, What we use her for a food stamp, Ain't no big deal, But she keep the fridge filled, Eggs scrambled, cheese, grilled, cold juice and grits Kill! Don't forget veal, Italiano, Gallardo, Yea the big wheels, Like milk and wig spilled, We'll rush in ya spot, Knock Knock, snock of the glock, It Gucci turn, Huh?, You gon' suck it or not? (Chorus) Stupid wild, Stupid, stupid wild, Homie Thats my style (4x) Every single night I'm ballin', Sippin' on the drink, Girls crawlin' Mostly every night I'm countin, countin, Niggas wanna fight but I'm shootin', shootin' Niggas wanna fight but I'm shootin', shootin' Bitches wanna fuck me, mainly Cause I got a catch and I'm famous Im tryin' to hold my head above water, water Stack a million cash I just oughta, oughta My chain cost a stack cause I'm Gucci, My wardrobe Gucci'd out like I'm boosting Shine with all this ice Homie shine, shine Wanna hate me? Get a ticket and join the line Fine (It's Gucci) |
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