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'Young Nigga' Lyrics - Gucci Mane (Ft. Waka Flocka Flame)

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chorus

my stash .. like a young nigger
.. like a young nigga
i am in the club throw the . like a young nigga
i am spitting in the streets like a young nigga
this one is for the young niggers (repeat)

i am off my nigger .. they don’t got a job
i got a couple young niggers .. chart
so i don’t brag about ..
stop the track folks
i am about to pull my yellow ferarri ..
in the club .. the whole click …
in the club is where i go with the gun niggers
we are shutting in the ..just for fun nigger

chorus

.. screaming where is the competition
lot of rappers on the corner .. mercy
i am on the young nigga shit
.. gucci says i am going hard .. got these whores on my dick
..i don’t do no papers.. hater catch the vapours
shoes alligator .. shorty can’t afford them

chorus

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'Motivated' Lyrics - Vado

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you’re everything i want girl, i wanna give you what you need
baby when i said i .. the globe i don’t mean to glow
you’re everything i want girl i give you what you need
i was born to spend money
girl we make the perfect team.

like the .. you can have it all my .. from selfish
that’s your dance part harder than elvis
you wishing ..a star, i’m the start you end up with.
you know how .. ice cube’s a ..too,
would you like that well me too
so turn the lady ..we need too,
anything that make my sugar happy
she like to be young .. sugar daddy
condo classy you could let it in, mine is to see you
you could let me in every ..
what i really do .. but none of them is pretty as you
or we could ... to the city too , in that 62 ...

chorus:
whatever you want, whatever you need,
you give me more than faded baby ...
i’m tired of playing games
i want to treat you like a queen
whatever it takes to keep you motivated.

would you wanna ...liek the ..
i’m a dumb collector, sex of the wall like a projector
...i ain’t gotta respect you, no more shopping to sea town
...every night from mister ...
love is blind but i see you now
soon as you call i answer no need to read down
and even had a dream yet,
she’s at the high heels alexander mcqueen dress
...just to catch a .. ain’t seen yet
i do the damn thing, trust me like pepsi
i’m a brand name, must be impressed ...
i get you your loan and champagne
do the damn thing.

[chorus:]

well i cuff you, you know me to rush you
.. i guarantee to touch ya
see us ..to pick up, she like the .. as soon as she see..
i show you how ball player ... we live around ball players
.. life changes..is nothing but price..

there’s a combination to your heart
you to the left, me to the right
love in the middle girl
and what we’ve built together
let nobody teary apart
that’s what i do for you girl.

[2 x chorus:]
motivated, motivated
motivated, motivated

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'That's What They Call Me' Lyrics - Lil Wayne (Ft. Gudda Gudda)

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[lil wayne - verse 1]
man, i aint got nothing but some p-ssy and some paper
i keep a bad bitch like a muthaf-cking laker
i don’t love them hoes, f-ck that p-ssy till its aching
pass a bitch like troy aikman
man, gangsta’s don’t die, gangsta’s go to vegas
we don’t need no navigation, we go where the money takes us
muthaf-cking fools, like the first of f-cking april
i aint never been a p-ssy, have you ever been in p-ssy
thats so muthaf-cking good, feel like a treasure in a p-ssy
i’m a shovel in a p-ssy, or devil to them p-ssy
spill the champagne on them p-ssies
yeah, same shit different rest room
stop playing, i turn ya chest into a flesh wound
ha, you would never guess who in my guest room
now they saying “just me tune!”

[hook]
tunechi, that what they call me man
bitch dog muthaf-cker, you’s a pomeranian
they say f-ck me, then karma came
and since my case, i got my guns in my momma name

and since my case, i got my guns in my momma name
in my momma name…guns in my momma name
and since my case, i got my guns in my momma name

[lil wayne - verse 2]
i’m smoked out, i’m by myself
bithc, i’m a king no matter how the cards are dealt
it’s young money or it’s take money
long hair don’t care, call me jake sully
pay me or pay for me
i tell em hoes stay on ya toes, ballet for me
momma pray for me
goons spray for me
i have em bring me your head on a tray for me
cut the brain raw, p-ssy ass n-gga i’m at your chest like a training bra
tune talk that shit that rip straight through the kevlar
pull a bitch over, dump his ass in a reservour
real n-gga repertoire
add five or six blunts to the head, it helps
reportin’ live from the top of the food chain
we eatin man, now what my name?
tunchi, yep! that what they call me man

[hook]

[gudda gudda]
gudda gudda, double g, it’s all the same
the game aint never been the same since the carter came
and i stay high bitch, fly like the largest plane
you captain save a ho, cuffin like a sargeant man
duck tap eon the handle of my pistol n-gga
and i don’t spit no more i drool like a retarded man
shawty on my lap, watch me pump pump up the party man
dont you hold a grudge cause your bitch chose me, i’m sorry man
young n-gga with old school, game like an atari man
thats your ho callin’ man
i’m gudda gudda bitch, thats what they call me man

[hook]

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'Tupac Back' Lyrics - Meek Mill (Ft. Rick Ross)

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[rick ross]
tupac back, tupac back
there’s all these bitches screaming that tupac back
all eyes on me, better picture me rollin’
buying brand new rims, but them bitches is stolen
stranded on death row, brenda having my baby
but i’m stacking my paper, i need a brand new mercedes
they screaming tupac back, tupac back
there’s all these btiches screaming that tupac back

[meek mill]
huh, tupac back, i’m 2 glocks strapped
rolling down in philly this the new iraq
soon as i hit the the hood they screaming who got wacked
it’s a recession on the work, i’m screaming who got crack
i’m sippin hennessy, riding on my muthaf-cking enemies
sliding in the back screamin mmg (maybach music)
10 bitches and they dime so it’s tennessee
hail mary, put my wrist on froze
presidential is gold, n-gga play with my money my jeweller lifting his soul
40 kick like in soccer? bullets hittin’ the goal
bitch i’m like john wall cause i just give em and go
plotting on this new 7, i can picture me rolling
pockets look like they pregnant because them bitches is swollen
got a ? my cologne, all them snitches could hold em
look at them muthaf-ckin’ wheels, them bitches is stolen
they screamin’…

[hook]

[meek mill]
mommy a soldier, daddy is dead
catch the n-gga that did it, and we gon’ carry his head
f-ck 911, tell em have him in?
talking death row records, tell em have me a chair
let it burn, i’m screaming free my n-gga earl?
he’s due in, no hestitation we can’t even get a turn
and my mackaveli cd then i listened than i learned
grabbed my mac above the dresser, my og’s say hold it firm
i’m dreaming spitting with pac, cyphers with big
try to send me upstate with the license ?
had me scraping ym wax, sleeping, my knife in the bed
got a n-gga on point like there’sa price on my head
i going max, got me knocking suckers and they back
in the cell, raising hell, tryna get back to the trap
but don’t ever get it twisted it’s meek mill spittin’ facts
plus somebody said they seen it and they mean it so they steady screaming

[hook]

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'Ascension' Lyrics - Born Of Osiris

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It’s just one more step
Are you giving up now
So close to knowing?
The only hope that’s left
Has been taken from you
A new journey awaits you

A new journey awaits you
Time to begin
A new journey awaits you
[No idea what this line is]
No one will ever break us
Or the experience
When you become an end
It counters certainty
You are left to witness
All of this on your own
You will fight the reasons
You’re left to wonder why

Every moment matters
You discover space
A shift in time is on it’s way
To get away we’ll have to change
Another hope is known to me
We’re gonna have to find our own beliefs

A new journey awaits you
Time to begin
A new journey awaits you


Looking up to a new ideal
Where we all devote this
Of our surreal past it seems [not sure of this one either]
No thought has been noticed
Of our ascension
Of our ascension

The transition has come
And like the dead courageous
You know what you can become
Our journey has just begun

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'On The Money' Lyrics - David Jordan

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Ego don’t ever get you anywhere but now I know to speak up let my voice be known
I won’t sit back pretend my name hasn’t been called
As if I’m running from my goal
I’ll face the music with my soul
Don’t talk to me like I am just a child
I’ve sold more stories than you’ve ever told
Don’t be fooled softest touch but selfish growth
This driving force won’t let me go

If you tell give me truth
Should be something plain to see
And you don’t even know what the truth is meant to be
Listen to what I say
Cause unassailably and scientifically it’s on the money

Advice is something we can choose to take
I’ve learnt from teachers that could orchestrate this whole wide world
You’ve got to think between the lines and on your feet
Step up to the grade with no defeat
Appearances are deceptive look at me

If you tell give me truth
Should be something plain to see
And you don’t even know what the truth is meant to be
Listen to what I say
Cause unassailably and scientifically it’s on the money

You’ll say what you can to try and break my stand
You just try your best but I’ll keep on bouncing back
It’s all in your head go deal with that instead

On the money…
On the money…
On the money…

If you tell give me truth
Should be something plain to see
And you don’t even know what the truth is meant to be
Listen to what I say
Cause unassailably and scientifically it’s on the money

If you tell give me truth
Should be something plain to see
And you don’t even know what the truth is meant to be
Listen to what I say
Cause unassailably and scientifically it’s on the money

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'Guess I'm A Fool' Lyrics - Hugh Laurie

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You told me you were leaving
After all we’ve been through
Guess I’m fool falling in love with you
There ain’t no use in crying
Do what you have to do
Guess I’m a fool falling in love with you.

[Chorus:]
You told me that the kind of love we have
Will last for a million years
I believe everything you said
You felt my heart with tears.
So long pretty baby

Go break some other heart in two
Guess I’m a fool falling in love with you.

[Chorus:]
You told me that the kind of love we have
Will last for a million years
I believe everything you said
You felt my heart with tears.
So long pretty baby
Go break some other heart in two
Guess I’m a fool falling in love with you.

Falling in love with you,
Falling in love with you
Falling, falling in love with you.

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'Dirt Road Anthem' Lyrics - Jason Aldean

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Yeah, I'm chillin' on a dirt road,
Laid back swervin' like I'm George Jones.
Smoke rollin' out the window,
An' ice cold beer sittin' in the console.
Memory lane up in the headlights,
It's got me reminiscing on them good times.
I'm turning off of real life, drivin' that's right,
I'm hittin' easy street on mud tires.

Back in the day Pott's farm was the place to go.
Load the truck up, hit the dirt road.
Jump the barbwire, spread the word.
Light the bonfire, then call the girls.
The king in the can and the Marlboro man.
Jack'n'Jim were a few good men.
Where ya learned how to kiss and cuss and fight too.
Better watch out for the boys in blue.

And all this small town he said, she said,
Ain't it funny how rumors spread.
Like I know something ya'll don't know,
Man that talk is gettin' old.
Ya better mind your business, man, watch your mouth,
Before I have to knock that loud mouth out.
Im tired of talkin, man, ya'll ain't listenin',
Them old dirt roads is what ya'll missin'.

[Chorus]
I'm chillin' on a dirt road.
Laid back swervin' like I'm George Jones.
Smoke rollin' out the window,
An' ice cold beer sittin' in the console.
Memory lane up in the headlights,
It's got me reminiscing on them good times.
I'm turning off of real life, drivin' that's right,
I'm hittin' easy street on mud tires.

I sit back and think about them good ole days.
The way we were raised, and our southern ways,
And we like cornbread, and biscuits,
And if it's broke round here we fix it.
I can take ya'll where ya need to go,
Down to my hood, back in them woods.

We do it different 'round here, that's right,
But we sure do it good, and we do it all night.
See, if you really wanna know how it feels,
To get off the road with trucks and four wheels,
Jump on in, and man, tell your friends,
We'll raise some hell where the blacktop ends.

[Chorus]
I'm chillin' on a dirt road.
Laid back swervin' like I'm George Jones.
Smoke rollin' out the window,
An' ice cold beer sittin' in the console.
Memory lane up in the headlights,
It's got me reminiscing on them good times.
I'm turning off of real life, driving that's right,
I'm hittin' easy street on mud tires.
Thats right.

[Chorus]
Yeah, I'm chillin' on a dirt road.
Laid back swervin' like I'm George Jones.
Smoke rollin' out the window,
And ice cold beer sittin' in the console.
Memory lane up in the headlights,
It's got me reminiscing on them good times.
I'm turning off of real life, drivin' that's right,
I'm hittin' easy street on mud tires.
Thats right.

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'Perfection' Lyrics - Natalia Kills

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The subject seems
Obsessively concerned with power
Having control
Suffering from neurotic impulses
Experiencing feelings of extreme satisfaction and
Disappointment within moments
Possible fantasist
Extremely volatile
Opiniated
And self sentimental

Suffering from daddy issues
Denial
Over disciplined
And a lack of remorse
But not to worry
Just take two of these with perfection
And everything will be fine in the morning

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'Footprints' Lyrics - Jakk Frost (Ft. Freeway)

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It ain't about nothing me and my brothers
we be looking and we bugging
laughing at these niggers who be saying if we fuck it
got a mix bree for white face covered in … just black
it was everybody's time … lost is all of man kind
and suffer all of us who choose to spend time
away from … act up and I'm coming with a clip to strap

Now can I get a level for the base and all the trouble
We … eyes and the way I fight with devil
Pushing through your hood with a 40 and a shovel
Banana clips cage and the … stay double
Jay a double the … who say humble
If I act Hollywood then my whole shit will crumble
You really wanna know what the super size gun do?
Shake in the ground like there's a Decepticon rumble

Shake … roll, block out of control, glock out of control
shots through the chest like a black out with a hole
then the angel of death will rock out with your soul
is so simple, one look at my face intimidates mental
never imitate stimulate instrumentals
you would never believe what my mental can do
illuminate words in the dark like a candle
burn like a candle, each word's scandal
a grown ass man double g's on my sandal
put my faith in law retire my camel
if I'm never broke I could show them what the ... do
legendary … like any gamble
Niggers want beef … queer like a sample

Even if we disagree while you we can talk to
turn my back on you haters like cliff did in New York
Niggers act defiant, go ahead and try it
leave your team crying like … did to Giants
This freestyle shit I got it down to a science
Call me dr. Frost when I'm servicing my clients
Stop staring at the cd cover just buy it
Big belly Jack our niggers is on a diet

Rap about the … but you all niggers stumble like the kids…
Whole team big beards, four … on their waists
We won't hesitate to put 5 in your face
Hollow points fly when I … that
Definition of that sound is the niggers is strap
I can hit them with the Mac, I can hit them with the pound
Put his ass to the ground cause his footprint's gone

Footprint's gone, footprint's gone, footprint's gone
Go back Jack
Footprint's gone, footprint's gone, go back for reason
Go back Jack
Footprint's gone, footprint's gone, footprint's gone
Go back for … yeah we in the building
Footprint's gone, footprint's gone, footprint's gone

It was 4 footprints in the sand and our body Germaine
it was only 2 footprints left in the second that I leave you
wet there will be no footprints left in the sand
Leave … leave St. Burgundy, niggers trying to steal ...coming burglary
There never be, tell them I murder thee, stop them out, leave footprints on it's jersey
Bear … got this coop them up, no footprints, tip toes with his …
When I spit it's so vivid make you feel like you live it, let me take you on a journey
Roll with me, move flow with me, talk a four pound … roll with me
Make you feel like you're one of the boys, there's a couple … couple niggers on parole with me
Yeah, aha, hey Free, tell these niggers they act up, they can clap the fuck up
put my motherfucker footprints on your back nigger
Throw back Jakk nigger, throw back Freezer,
free be on that team early shit, man … gonna sleep, you be on that shit … act shit
Hollow Jakk, follow Jakk, throw back Jakk, part 2,
Hey … tell these … to fix their motherfucking face, hateful fagots, how you like that one BR?

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'Dog Shit' Lyrics - Mobb Deep (Ft. Nas)

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[Hook]
Dog shit, I shit you not
You bring that larceny, danger or harm around me
Dog shit, listen to me good
We the grand goons, you just a lickle nickel dime hood

[Verse 1 - Havoc]
I’m the epitome slimeball, f-ck up out my eyesight
F-ck is on your brain dog shit, I’m not the clown type
Die ‘fore I let a n-gga play me, like I’m baby shit
Dog shit, you def dumb or blind, I’m the craziest
Most Infamous outta NY, jealous of my shine, the truth is in your eyes
You wanna be down, I might allow you to work for me
The keywords: “work for me”, I put your ass in surgery
Ever step outta line, forget who boat you ride
Forget who train you ride
Forget who flag you fly
Read the name on it, Mobb deep
P and Hav’ run this, employees get fire with some gun fire if it call for it
A thousand n-ggas couldn’t stop me once I get to going
You can have a nation of millions, still wouldn’t hold me back
Still wouldn’t be leathal as Bun B the Mac
Matter fact…

[Hook]
Dog shit, I shit you not
You bring that larceny, danger or harm around me
Dog shit, listen to me good
We the grand goons, you just a lickle nickel dime hood

[Verse 2 - Prodigy]
Once we get it goings team running over them
Drunk off the drama, aint no way you can sober them
F-ck outta here, you outta so left
Slugs leave a n-gga open like a coke sniff
You nah music, got these n-ggas into dope fiends
No intervention could get them off the OD
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Grand goon, all my fans, you seen loyal
Dedicated in the cut, wait weeks for you
And when they finally discover you
They gon need a dental record, you’ve been dead a month or two
Post mortem, shirvelled up, how dare us
We penalise traitors and only hail trust
Inhale piff and guzzle white liquor
I dont know you, you don’t know me, you’s a lie, n-gga
I can see the tears in ya eye, you aint see nothing till you seen a grown man cry

[Hook]

[Verse 3 - Nas]
Yo, every gang, every hood’s in my veins
It’s my thing, it’s real, I’m in tune
I chill like the cold side of the moon
Silence you dudes like an empty room
Empty out with silencers
You get murdered like how it was in a saloon
Anastasia that is
Haters can’t live, talkin about they putting 8 in my wig
I got my dollars up, try ya luck, you die, no trial for us
Court appointed lawyers as foul as f-ck and I’m too fly
Cause when you’re locked in prison, you’re clock stop ticking
Now, you came home, the same age you went in
Mentality wise, get iller when boxed in
Fresh home, and right up top, you get it poppin
Freedom is a vitue, n-ggas hanging way past they parole curfew
Blwoing on that purple, know my street ties, beef wise
I let three fly over ya head, Welcome home P
Let gets get this bread, Dog shit

[Hook]

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'6 Foot 7' Lyrics - Slim Thug

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"In Da Box" Lyrics - Sean Garrett (Ft. Rick Ross)

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Can you count dat money, nah not really tho
Yeah you want my Shawty, can’t can’t get her tho
Brag about how big your house is, patio
Ask your girl what we did? We just smashed on the radio

She like to call me baby, baby, baby, baby
Baby when I got her in the box
She like to wrap her legs, her legs, her legs, her legs, her legs around my neck and keep em locked
She like to call me baby, baby, baby, baby
Baby when I got her in the box
She like to wrap her legs, her legs, her legs, her legs, her legs around my neck and keep em locked
We just smashed on the radio

Just got to Miami, touch down from the Grammys
First stop king of diamonds, hope them bitches ready
Check my pull up in the no top, gave them all a headache
Told the girl I need them racks on racks and dammit I need that in a hurry
Shawty flirtin while she workin, tryna (convince me to get) behind them curtains
She said the word is that I make that paper fly like Michael Jordan
I say well, you know
Free throw, multi, zero, gotta make sure all the girls eat though
But she mad, she know, I got a girl at home
She don’t care, all she said is get up here
She got you nigga, that ain’t fair
I want you to be mine, yeah

She like to call me baby, baby, baby, baby
Baby when I got her in the box
She like to wrap her legs, her legs, her legs, her legs, her legs around my neck and keep em locked
She like to call me baby, baby, baby, baby
Baby when I got her in the box
She like to wrap her legs, her legs, her legs, her legs, her legs around my neck and keep em locked
We just smashed on the radio

I’m accustomed to custom
Cussin at customer, treat my whips like my sneakers
Once I scuff 'em it’s nothing, BOSS
I get money in bundles, hustles for scoops in the summer
I’m making her wet, so she’s making a puddle
She resembles a model, sexy and slender as Tyra

I should set you on fire, sweating your name and your number
She got a mean walk, I let my cream talk
Penthouse suite, Jack in the beanstalk
That’s why she’s a dime piece, nothing but Vicky zone
2 pinky rings, trick it like im Nicky Barnes
Might blow a hundred racks, fuck up 200 thous.
Put you on your feet, Bentley just to roll around
Members only, I’m talking baller status
Lebron numbers, cribs in Atlanta to Dallas
Back to the 305, kisses, starin' in my eyes
It’s time to tat my name inside your inner thigh

She like to call me baby, baby, baby, baby
Baby when I got her in the box
She like to wrap her legs, her legs, her legs, her legs, her legs around my neck and keep em locked
She like to call me baby, baby, baby, baby
Baby when I got her in the box
She like to wrap her legs, her legs, her legs, her legs, her legs around my neck and keep em locked
We just smashed on the radio

She call me her baby, I like to call her squirter
She do thangs, them thangs that virgins aint never heard of
She no scream my name unless I hurt her
Yeah for my r&b nigga
But in the box she call me murder
I like to call her Jackie O, presidential only
Anything that I gotta get done, she get down and do it for me
Ain’t gotta never worry about shootin off cause she gonna shoot it for me
She take that pistol from me, cock it like she own me

She like to call me baby, baby, baby, baby
Baby when I got her in the box
She like to wrap her legs, her legs, her legs, her legs, her legs around my neck and keep em locked
She like to call me baby, baby, baby, baby
Baby when I got her in the box
She like to wrap her legs, her legs, her legs, her legs, her legs around my neck and keep em locked
We just smashed on the radio.

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'The Cypher' Lyrics - Yung Berg

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fresh i was .. my b*tch know what she doing
..crackers down
i call em ..and they ..runnin through em
and then they run through em
..back ...show em how i do em

yeah look out, want no more drama but i f*ck your baby mama
and then go f*ck your mama so f*ck your amma
she a bella b*tch, she’ll eb on my ..dough plus she’s a ..
take care off ..
so i’m still .. this foe, yeah dance in disco and then y cut the p*ssy up
call me ... you could be a .. hit the color purple i’m ..the p*ssy around
my niggas in the circle, on turbo yeah i’m really ..
throw that shit up cop me ... yes i really be in
the maserati .. all the .. that’s why you girl ..

ok every day is friday and i ain’t got to lock ..
keep your .. you could give me my .. your thing
your sweat that i got .. pull it out in sticks but i ain’t no f*cking ..
sort of five .. i got many .. to get my ..
let em happen by mistakes look man i had it all plan
..like it’s .. to sunday ..oh i know you see me and i kind of .. this not need it
i’m leaving bullshit papers i’m not reading
i turn down bad ass deal like loud speakers
..swaging every .. yeah i’m reaching that’s why your girl .. on my wood
.. pay me for my features i’m not .. pass me that .. i know this how to treat it
.. my dough bird and we are in orlando, need to get your party right
we can get the ..

rock it in my leather .. harder than some leather pants
...ready for every chance
catch me shopping in japan walking with a lesbian
my over flow, over flow colder than .. fan
i took the shot like ..that i got it on my own niggas hittin up my phone
asking can they .. tell your b*tch that my .. got me .. when ..
and i’ma burry that b*tch and you’re gonna marry that b*tch
i’m here to carry my ... circle my man is purple hit it too hard..hurt you
my nigga snip .. all my .. that i disturb you, i catch you ..what’s in my bag might really hurt you.
i clearly .. the same and i’m here to change the game
nothing like .. but me ...
i got the rest of ... nigga ..with me fly young man to the mother f*cker ..

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'Gone Insane' Lyrics - Ab-Soul

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i feel like i am affiliated with the illuminati
all day and all fucking light this is your lightning
i am lighting this buy all supply ….
higher than i’ve ever been this …fighting
put your hands up as if you want…lighting
don’t shut as if you want …
can you? i would like to see you try that
i’ll be eating rappers that’s the only way i am biting up
that was yummy yummy dummy dummy funny funny
if a bitch some sip sip then i get some suck suck
think a nigger must be lucky lucky she is such a doll
i guess that makes me chucky
.. bitches licking my balls you ain’t nothing at all
you ain’t nothing at all need to remind
… is a better place i hope you all die
think i am … gone insane
someone take this gun before i blow up my brain

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"Make It Rain (Remix)" Lyrics - R. Kelly (Ft. Lil Wayne & Birdman)

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Whoo!
Roxanne, (Its Khals bitches! Owww!) You don't have to turn off your red light...

[Fat Joe:]
Static!
Let's make it rain on these niggaz (Remix!)

[Lil Wayne:]
Yeah, I'm in this bitch with the terror
Gotta handful of stacks, better grab an umbrella
I make it rain, I make it rain (Remix!)
I'm in this bitch with the terror (We back! Let's go!)
Gotta handful of stacks, better grab an umbrella
I make it rain, I make it rain I make it rain on them hoes
I make it rain, I make it rain (Remix! Remix! We back!)
I make it rain, I make it rain on them hoes

[R. Kelly:]
If you drilling these chicks they like Major Payne
When I make it rain, they be like "yo... do it again"
From the club to the coupe, inside my gates
Up in my bedroom screaming that you're the snake
They was perty perty, and I was flirty flirty
Lil' dro, lil' bub now they getting' dirty dirty
Don't ax me what my name is, stupid bitch I'm famous
You gon' make me aim this
Leave your ass brainless
I'm tryin' to stay R&B
But these streets is a part of me
So don't get it twisted
You see I order one bottle, then I fuck with one model
Then I order more bottles, now I got more models
I'm from that city where them niggaz don't play mayn
I take a chick to my room like caveman
So ask your girlfriend my name, I bet she go
"Skeet skeet skeet, Weatherman 'bout to make it rain!"

[Hook]

[Lil Wayne:]
Blat, blat, blat, blat, hey Joe uh let me git 'em
It's young money and we on like the television
The weather channel, but I do not broadcast
I throw up more cash, and change the forecast
Your boyfriend is lame, I make it rain on you
He never make it rain, like Southern California
Where's your umbrella? Now get your raincoat
Baby I make it flood, now you gon' need a boat

[Birdman:]
Fresh to death on 'em
We throwin' money on 'em
Stay fly, 25s when we ride on 'em
Alligator suede, custom with the shades
Make it snow in the club, bitches know we paid
Stay shy rockin' Gucci in the Bentley (Super fly)
White rose for my broad on them 23s
Goin' to the club, nigga in a new fleet
All red doors up, doin' it like a real G

[Hook]

[T.I.:]
Come see me a crackin', in the club flossin'
40 thou' in my stacks, 20 stacks in my jeans
No real boss niggaz do real boss things
We bout that shit, you just talkin'
You'nna slang rocks? Then how with my girls
In the 430 down the strip I zoom?
Gonna drop it day real but I feel like Joe
Big glock I carry make a real big BOOM
Make moves like a young tycoon
I come through like a young typhoon
Category 3, don't be category me
Like you can get a better salary to me
El capitan, game Numbero Uno
I flood pussy clubs, ask any stripper you know

[Ace Mack:]
Ace mizzy get all the hoes
Gonna teach them shit they want to know
Like fuck that pussy ass 9-4 girl
Make that bucket a pot of gold
It ain't no money like custom money
It ain't no bitch like a hustle bunny
Ain't no bitch gettin' none of my money
That why the money gotta clear to protect it from me
She gotta ride for the A, hop for the A
Live for the minute or be out for the day
Hop the metal while lookin hot in stilettos
Gotta rock with a bezzle on the trigger finger
Boss bitch of the ghetto, my Spanish Trina
Talk shit to a nigga with the 'blama beamed up
When I see her gotta handle my bui-nah
I gotta give her one of these in the back of the team truck

[Hook]

[Rick Ross:]
305 in my yayo
Hey Khal, call Joe up
Let him know I'm bout to roll up
I just ran outta money
I need to borrow 50 thousand cash
Come through baby, make it rain
E class on the way to you
Gotta a hundred grand for you
Triple Cs
Oh yeah it's the remix
I be reppin my city
Blowin hundreds and fiftys
If the head, right Ricky there every night
Joey I was listenin'
Uh, dubs, spinnin' rims
Time to spend some dividends
My money they swimmin' in
Ross, I'm a boss (I'm a boss) I'm the mayor (I'm the mayor)
Make it rain (Make it rain!), on these haters (on these haters!)
Get your umbrella fella, cause we blowin'
hella chedda, I'm the nigga that you scared of
Cause no one can do it better

[Fat Joe:]
Your crack girly
80s crack baby's momma paid me
Maybach, fly Mercedes
Birth that, drop a baby
Them perty ladies, they drive me crazy
Them skies is hazy, I'll pop like 80
Someone tell Mr. Bentley to bring his umbrella
Katrina not, its just a one fella
Who got dumb chedda, and need a brain surgeon
Got me a designated thower, cause my hand's hurtin'
I make it rain, its cock-eyed bitch
It's not a game, I'm 'bout those locos rich
Ain't nothing wrong with wanting a happy ending
And we don't need a hotel, we park in lot pimpin'
Bitch!

[Hook]

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'Whatchu Want' Lyrics - Phil Ade

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yea uh, yea phil ade
sitting in the back of the class im passed out
if this the future for my ass im assed out
cashed out of mmommas house lookin for the proper outlet
to get out these bars cause i aint out yet
im out set to make this thing happen
your facts backwards you got it pig latin
got a nat for the rapper and a lat for the yapper
only rap niggas do punk niggas quit dat
and im half way in the door what should i be in it for
label me as local but they play me out in singapore
thats what im in it for wont catch me in the for
try to ride phanom with a mini bar in the door
now i tend to work got em all on red alert
hit the jay till its low you can call it jennifer
nd center though rep it till the fullest
im a royal fam king yall like to eat a bullet

whatchu want phil
hard base on the track
whatchu want phil
put my state on the mat
whatchu want phil
to make a way for my team and my name up in the lights phil ade

whatchu want phil
hard base on the track
whatchu want phil
put my state on the mat
whatchu want phil
to make a way for my team and my name up in the lights phil ade

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Running around like you're front page news
Lonely eyes and your motorcycle boots
Tattooed heart and your jet-black hair
Running 'round like you don't care

Take me down
Take me on down the line

Well, I was born, babe, with nothing to lose
But the black man taught me how to sing the blues
Made a little life outta rock 'n' roll
And that crazy California hustle and flow

Take me down
Take me on down the line
Shake me down
Shake me on down the line

I went too fast with that rhythm and booze
Almost ended up dead like all those other fools
Everyone's got some sort of ball and chain
What's life without a little pain?

Take me down
Take me on down the line
Shake me down
Shake me on down the line

Living in a Hollywood movie dream
And I'm still reaching for the stars
Life gets hard and then it gets good
Like I always knew it would

Running around like you're front page news
Lonely eyes and your motorcycle boots
Tattooed heart and your jet-black hair
Running 'round like you don't care

Take me down
Take me on down the line
Shake me down
Shake me on down the line
[x2]

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oh, good evening mister sheen, are you winning
no he’s smoking right now
winning, winning, winning, winning, yeah
oh, if you a motherfucker winner, if you a motherfucker winner
put your motherfucker hands … right now, it’s for all the winners
if you’s a looser, get your bitch ass out here, strictly for the winners, yeah
cause we gonn’ win motherfucker, we gonn’ win, yeah, yeah
who, me? you know who i am

i am intergalactic, … raw, uncut, but so pornographic
measures so drastic, oh but a classic
hit us on twitter, look at all the traffic
never loose on the move fresh and clean
you are in the mind of the machine
bling blang think back what it used to be
shooting torpedoes, … walk like we do
… get left or get right cause it’s show time tonight
and i’m winning ,winning, winning ,winning, winning ,winning
yeah, like i say it, this is strictly for the winners
you motherfucking looser, what you doing in here, you don’t even know how to win
you see winning is all we know, winning is all we do, we win, win, win,
that’s all it is to it, nothing to it what you do it you did
shit, that’s some good shit right there

in it to win it, winning since the beginning
shine and sheen and win it, make seduce with the …
i get it back and we’re rapping and now they’re clapping and tapping
they zipping and zapping and let … what’s happening
big stage big game, with the big names
see winning ain’t everything, see winning is the only thing
i got a … to blame, you better know the game
with the shadow tiger blood now i need a lot of …
winning’s on my mind, that’s the only thing i’m thinking off
winning, winning, winning, winning, winning, winning
how many times i gotta show you this shit man
you know i’ve been winning for a long time
that’s all the fuck i do is win man
if you’s a winner, put some smoke in the air, yeah, yeah
blaze it up, come on, blaze it up come on, blaze it up, come on, come on, come on
yaba daba-du mama, glory be the one, the one and only, i’m a winner
winning.

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ayo
pink friday, eminem, 8 mile
it must hurt to sell your album off paypal
'specially when you in the game 15, 20
you was hot when shaq teamed up with penny
man, you was magic!
i mean, look at you now, ho, you just tragic!
you a tragedy, you a parody
last name ann, first name raaaaaaggggedy
these goofy bitches is stupidity personified
ayo, wayne, you want it gully, go to gaza side

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