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Akon - Same Damn Time (Remix) Lyrics and Video (Ft. Future)

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i wear gucci, i wear bally at the same damn time
on the phone, cooking dope, at the same damn time
selling white, selling mid, at the same damn time
fucking 2 bad bitches at the same damn time
at the same damn time, at the same damn time
at the same damn time, at the same damn time
i'm on pluto i'm on mars at the same damn time
on the sofa, poppin’ bottles at the same damn time

i’m far with this shit, it’s a lot going on at the same damn time right about now
i put that on my bra, nigga this ain’t nothin’ new to me
rollie on my wrist, designer shoes and a gucci treat
supermodel bitches and they frizz all in my bathroom’d up
team money said they like ‘er, i said fuck it then i’m passin’ up
got money to blow, i get it like i print it all
a million at the show, ain’t no way that i could spend it all
monday i be all up in my lambo, cross me pocket chips
tuesday pull the rrari up, say i’m on some floss ‘n’ shit
wednesday i’m confused, i don’t know which car to head on with
i want something new, i’m about to buy some other shit
but i don’t know which car to go in yea
i said fuck it, went and bought a lil’ jet

i wear gucci, i wear bally at the same damn time
on the phone, cooking dope, at the same damn time
selling white, selling mid, at the same damn time
fucking 2 bad bitches at the same damn time
at the same damn time, at the same damn time
at the same damn time, at the same damn time
i'm on pluto i'm on mars at the same damn time
on the sofa, poppin’ bottles at the same damn time

i’m back up on my gunner shit, i fuck the bitch you comin’ with
no squares in my circle, not the niggas that i haller with
god no, make no noise when i bust cuz i muzzle it
1500 mill on the reel i’m tryna double it
fuck ‘em with my diamond shine, fresh up off that diamond mine
niggas come and get you like they propin’ up in columbine
columbine, propin’ up in columbine
you don’t want no problem, where i’m from they do this all the time
and you don’t wanna gamble with your life
like the chalk up on that sidewalk, my whips are all white
crib is all white and that jewelry so bright
multitask with this pimpin’, we could do this all night

i wear gucci, i wear bally at the same damn time
on the phone, cooking dope, at the same damn time
selling white, selling mid, at the same damn time
fucking 2 bad bitches at the same damn time
at the same damn time, at the same damn time
at the same damn time, at the same damn time
i'm on pluto i'm on mars at the same damn time
on the sofa, poppin’ bottles at the same damn time

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Akon - Salute 100 Yall Lyrics and Video (Ft. Fabolous & Money)

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100 if you’re real, y'all

this for my squad, my hood, my street, my city
my real niggas all across the world, fuck with me yeah
salute salute 100 y'all
salute salute 100 y'all
my young niggas, to the old g’s
never said a word to the police
100 if you’re real, y'all
i said 100 if you’re real, y'all

i’m 100, go in, let’s speak on it
church nigga, i preach on it
up in and got bleach on it
same nigga i start with
up the good and ain’t toped it
same niggas that i comes with
drip sting and they heartless
and while you’re playin’ ball try to g up
i’m with tyger woods, playin’ golf tryna t up
find me at the crib with my feet up
my niggas on the block, off the corners swimmin’ we up
it’s for the hood and everybody in make it
it’s paper out back, if you don’t want it i’ll take it
yea, if you don’t want it i’ll take it
paper in the hood, if you don’t want it i’ll take it

for my squad, my hood, my street, my city
my real niggas all across the world, fuck with me yeah
salute salute 100 y'all
salute salute 100 y'all
my young niggas, to the old g’s
never said a word to the police
100 if you’re real, y'all
i said 100 if you’re real, y'all

i’ve been there and i done that and i still pop my guns
my louie blue and my ride blue and i’m always one hun
my top down and my lokes on, any block that i post on
go and get my west coast on
louie dope but my toast on
bitch came and put my folks on
guess what. clubbin’
every time i hit the city they screamin’ out we love ‘im
all the real niggas who love real niggas
not a hate bone in my body
in every state that i touchdown, real niggas they got me
it’s all in my talk, it’s all in my walk
it’s in me, not on me
it’s something that can’t be taught
i’m a real nigga that do real shit
kill’t niggas i didn’t kill’t with
you talk about it then be about it
half of y’all ain’t built for this

this for my squad, my hood, my street, my city
my real niggas all across the world, fuck with me yeah
salute salute 100 y'all
salute salute 100 y'all
my young niggas (young niggas), to the old g’s (old g’s)
never said a word to the police (never)
100 if you’re real, y'all (100)
i said 100 if you’re real, y'all

start salutin’
your director’s here, start the movie
i yell action, it’s young niggas that start the shootin’
i had a dream that i’ll be rich, call me martin lutty
cuz bein’ broke was immature were the bunkers houston
for the top dog wants was the underdog
somethin’ shinin’ where they came from beat it on the folk
100 dawg, you can’t stomach those
100 bottles last night, now they come to blogs
1 nation under god, now here come the feds
raid ‘em choppers, ray down, they should come with beds
you ain’t with a real nigga then who are you with?
he ridin’ with a fake nigga, see how far you get

this for my squad, my hood, my street, my city
my real niggas all across the world, fuck with me yeah
salute salute 100 y'all
salute salute 100 y'all
my young niggas, to the old g’s
never said a word to the police
100 if you’re real, y'all
i said 100 if you’re real, y'all

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Cory Gunz - Foreign Lyrics and Video

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Hook:
Round round smoking weed with my foreign bitch
Round round smoking weed with my foreign bitch, foreign bitch
my window down on grind to my my new shit
got my new bitch, got my got my new bitch
I don’t cop for no jades they say them hoes who freak
got the pound for no pussy fuck them hoes who freak
that bitch is on deck

You know how to fuck our team
puffing but my boo, cups of ..with my crew
they..the sun, street falling that hurt
fat ass in my lab she pulling my shirt
cameras all in my belt, bring bringing my scalp
high is all the things up, showing all for myself
real next to my mikes, things chatting my spikes
low right no chick, right behind my bike
barney pissing my sprite, Christmas grintching my switch
ballin on em all night, me and my bitch
call em hoes more miley, call em hoes more drink
sixty racks in my pocket, all them hoes going thing
..dripping I’ma get tipsy, sipping I’ma get gripping
make the chopper get choppi, different I just get cocki
no lip of mine no kiss poppin, sleeping I just get sluppi
haters in my set why they all in my mix
y’all can all get next on my deep bitch

[Hook:]

Yep and it’s time for guns to get lifted
it’s time for guns to get lifted
it’s time for guns to get lifted
border brick for my kicks, border brick for my click
couple trons for my kicks, one for my bitch
they ain’t searching no woman I just..that two pocks
ping pong in that grinding, feel like holla grand two pocket
gangsta party bust the big chocking
I don’t care what you’re rolling as long as I’m smoking
damn I love to see money but I show it
memory of keep money mental for my moment
..for that I’m.. watch yourself ’cause I’m mad
get the fuck at your bitch ass
paying won’t be.. I ain’t tryin to get violent
I wish tryin to get wasted
only time I’m smiling is when I get faced it
take the time taste it, David..basin
put the bag in that lab I get..
take the time taste it, base it
take the time taste it, David..basin
put the bag in that lab I get..

[Hook:]

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INNA - INNdiA Lyrics and Video (Ft. Play&Win)

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I hear you calling Inndia!!

(Play&Win:)
Welcome to India
You don’t need nobody but India
She’s enough to make your body go wild
I can live my life here right now.
It’s a little bit scandalous
But she lives her life a little bit dangerous
Everybody in the club, can you handle us?
I can live my life here right now.

(Hook: INNA)
Oh, how I rock my body
Can you handle how I move?
Are you feeling naughty?
I’m gonna hypnotize you
Are you ready for me?
And then you’ll never say no, no, no.
The sky is the limit
I can fly, are you with me?
Keep your eyes on your prize
And your mind off the time.
Uh baby, you know that you will never say no, no, no.
Uh, la la la la la la la la
Uh, la la la la la la la la
Uh, la la la la la la la la
I hear you calling Inndia.
Uh, la la la la la la la la
Uh, la la la la la la la la
I hear you calling Inndia.

(Hook: INNA)
Oh, how I rock my body
Can you handle how I move?
Are you feeling naughty?
I’m gonna hypnotize you
Are you ready for me?
And then you’ll never say no, no, no.
The sky is the limit
I can fly, are you with me?
Keep your eyes on your prize
And your mind off the time
Uh baby, you know that you will never say no, no, no
Uh, la la la la la la la la
Uh, la la la la la la la la
Uh, la la la la la la la la
I hear you calling Inndia.
Uh, la la la la la la la la
Uh, la la la la la la la la
Uh, la la la la la la la la
I hear you calling Inndia.

(Together:)
Everybody stand up
I wanna se your hands up
I wanna see you move your body, girl don’t stop
And if you’re ballin’
Let me hear you callin’
‘Cause we’ll be at the after party, ’till the morning.
Everybody stand up
I wanna se your hands up
I wanna see you move your body, girl don’t stop
And if you’re ballin’
Let me hear you callin’
‘Cause we’ll be at the after party, ’till the morning.

(Hook: INNA)
Oh, how I rock my body
Can you handle how I move?
Are you feeling naughty?
I’m gonna hypnotize you
Are you ready for me?
And then you’ll never say no, no, no.
The sky is the limit
I can fly, are you with me?
Keep your eyes on your prize
And your mind off the time
Uh baby, you know that you will never say no, no, no.

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Big Sean - Hundred Dollar Bill Skyscraper Lyrics and Video (Ft. Mac Miller)

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[Verse 1: Big Sean]
Now gimme everything I ask for or end up in a cast ho
Never slowing down that’s why I’m gettin’ paid fast-forward
Standing on my money, that’s a cash flow (oh)
Smokin’ medical, sippin’ chemical I need a labcoat
From where they livin’ off food stamps that’s past poor
Thought about it as I got a stamp in my passport
Yeah I made it out, made it up, and I’ll remain makin’ it up
Never satisfied what I make, no such thing as makin’ enough
Bitch I’m livin’ like its monopoly
Tryna dodge jail and I’m buyin’ up the property
Yo wifey was down with monogamy, til’ she started massagin’ me
But you can have a dollar ho, blame it on the economy
A young player at the tip-top
Bitch niggas hatin’, bad bitches wanna liplock
I could show you the ropes, since I got the game in a slipknot
From a city of G’s I’m just the one that was picked out.

[Hook: Big Sean]
Wake up in the morning, first thing I need is my paper paper paper paper
You might pass out and die if ya try and match my labor labor labor labor
Man, everytime they see me they say boy whatcha doin (woah)
Boy whatcha doin? boy boy whatcha doin?
Bitch I’m tryna build a hundred dollar bill skyscraper scraper scraper stackin’ my paper.

[Verse 2: Mac Miller]
Bitch, unzip my pants fore you try and take them off
Open wide, say ah then you cough
See I got so many shows, think it’s a season of Lost
Get money uniform, you can see I’m on my job
Ah damn, bitch you better stand in your lane
All my jams are so insane, you just Danity Kane
Straight pussy, and no balls
Rockin’ jeans and thug sandals, that’s a faux pas
Have em all like (Oh God) Everytime we showin’ off
True players what we is and true players don’t dissolve
They evolve into a Gotti, was illa then you thought you was
Now we in Bugattis ridin’ shotty when we shoppin’ for some good shit
I don’t claim no hood shit
But I guarantee you I ain’t on that Hollywood shit
Hey, unless it’s chilling up at Holiday Hills
And that’s sixteen bars, all of em ill (What)

Say Say Say
True players what we is and true players don’t dissolve (6x)

[Hook: Big Sean]
Wake up in the morning, first thing I need is my paper paper paper paper
Ya might pass out and die if ya try and match my labor labor labor labor
Man everytime they see me they say boy whatcha doin (woah) boy whatcha doin? boy boy whatcha doin?
Bitch I’m tryna build a hundred dollar bill skyscraper scraper scraper stackin’ my paper

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Big Boi - Gossip Lyrics and Video (Ft. UGK & Big K.R.I.T.)

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[Hook: Big Krit x2]
Niggas wanna tell it, hoes wanna gossip
Niggas wanna tell it, hoes wanna gossip
Niggas wanna tell it, hoes wanna gossip

[Verse 1: Big Boi]
No introductions needed boy just call me the undefeated (Big)
And underneath this Georgia dry I know I can’t be seen with (Bigger)
Bifocals because my vocals are classic
Like Coca Cola when they had cocaine in the package
I meant to say blow in the ingredients
I went to the mall today and all the niggas had on smediums
Little bitty ass clothes
Like Dancing with the Stars without the judges or the dance flo’
(Oh) And niggas don’t dance no more, all they do is this
Beef it up, call me venus fly trap, waiting on fly emcees to eat ‘em up
I’m fly as I can be, them weak as fuck
And ain’t no keeping up, I’m balls deep and them ain’t deep enough
Fat stacks, Cadillac killer, cataract prescription filler
I got my medicinal card from Los Angeles, the city of lost angels
A connoisseur of cannabis and from Atlanta bitch
We never shop with strangers, no matter what strain they slanging
Some of the game rules done changed
Niggas is out here talking like a cockatoo to a cop or two
Now they watching you and yo mama too, bird’s eye view, view

[Hook x2]

[Verse 2: Pimp C]
Uh, I’m getting blowed on the regular
Riding and talking dirty on my cellular
Playa I got some young girls that’ll sell you some
And if you my homeboy, she gon’ give you some
And it’s all for the paper but she still gon’ cum
You dipping in the cookie jar and now you’re sprung
I’ll have you tripping like you smoking furl
Playa my hoes don’t talk, anybody gon’ tell yo girl

[Verse 3: Big Krit]
Okay, now niggas wanna tell it, hoes wanna gossip
Cause they pussy wasn’t hitting and they lip was super sloppy
Suck a, duck a mothafucka, rims chop ?
Want my money corner pocket, plenty game ho
Sop it like a biscuit, King of Diamonds, king of tricking, what’s the difference
Got it popping like a skillet with some chicken grease in it
Country boy, I’m country raised, from the belly to the grave
…nobody tripping cause the money already made, Krizzle

[Hook x2]

[Verse 4: Bun B]
hater all the time, I got haters in my biz
Talking ’bout the trill but don’t know what the fuck it is
Mothafuckas nowadays are seriously sorry
Thinking that the key to life is putting your business on Maury
You say you rocking Maury but that motherfucker Rockport
Always talking ’bout you bust it (bust it), but your Glock short
I know the truth so ain’t no need in your lying
Bullshit ain’t working, ain’t no need in your trying
Dying to be the nigga that’s spied in the telescopee
Crime with trilla niggas, put iron to ya belly folks
Telling them tall tales, fibs, and humdangers
Save it for Jerry , Steve, or Jerry Spranger
Buzzing like a bee, tryna stick me with your stanger
You can get the middle (What middle?) the fanger
Stick it in your ass and let it langer
No homo and hit the high note like and R&B singer on promo.

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Alicia Keys - New Day Lyrics and Video

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Oh
Oh
A K
New Day

Oh oh
AK

Chorus:
Party people say, party people say:
Ay, it’s a new day, it’s a new day
while they getting ready, everybody ready
for a new day, for a new day
celebrate and say: ay ay ay ay..

It’s alright to feel however you want to
there’s no limitation no
fill up your life, let me see your hands up one time
we celebrate mine, ’cause I ain’t gonna get no more
so we can do this all night
one time, everybody say: ay ay, oh

There’s a feeling that I got that I can’t give up
feeling in my heart that I can’t get over
I know that it’s coming like the sun come up
tell me do you feel like say, everybody say

Chorus:
Party people say, party people say:
Ay, it’s a new day, it’s a new day
while they getting ready, everybody ready
for a new day, for a new day
celebrate and say: ay ay ay ay..

Take a look in my eyes, can’t you see I’m ready
come along, let’s get it, eh
if you wanna touch the sky, hands in the air one time
all night, no doubt it
I’ma live it loud like there’s only one life
have to live it up, one life, have to live it up

There’s a feeling that I got that I can’t give up
feeling in my heart that I can’t get over
I know that it’s coming like the sun come up
tell me do you feel like say, everybody say

Chorus:
Party people say, party people say:
Ay, it’s a new day, it’s a new day
while they getting ready, everybody ready
for a new day, for a new day
celebrate and say: ay ay ay ay..

Eyes on the wall
it’s now or never t all
I’m gonna give it my all oh
whether I rise or fall
I’m gonna give it my all

[Chorus:]

celebrate and say..
celebrate and say..
celebrate and say

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Lil Scrappy - Talkin Bout Lyrics and Video

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They say what’s real don’t need to be said
But I’mma say it anyway
Since you all talking, talking, talking

Chorus:
They’re talking like a nigga is supposed to hell race
They’re talking like a nigga is supposed to throw stakes
They’re talking like a… that I go away strong
They’re talking like a nigga ain’t never been on
They’re talking about your body
They’re talking about
They’re tell ‘em about your body
They’re talking about
They’re tell ‘em about your body
They’re talking about

Look, when they’re telling about me nigga
USP, don’t forget to G, nigga
Have them juggle, have them hustle, got a friend with muscle
Black… white teeth, brothers of a struggle
I’m up here leaning with some bitches on another round
And when I finish I might buy another house
Or another car, bitch, I’m a star!
Niggas talking.. but they ain’t talking…
I’m so photogenic, take a picture, see me winning
When I’m so… got me grinning
I’m so blessed, I’m counting money to the ceiling
I’m thinking about a million while they’re talking about their feeling

Chorus:
They’re talking like a nigga is supposed to hell race
They’re talking like a nigga is supposed to throw stakes
They’re talking like a… that I go away strong
They’re talking like a nigga ain’t never been on
They’re talking about your body
They’re talking about
They’re tell ‘em about your body
They’re talking about
They’re tell ‘em about your body
They’re talking about

They’re talking pros and cons
I’m talking throwing ones
They say he stabbed me with my knife,
Bitch, I had a gun!
Zone three, rock boy, I’m on that avenue
I bought a whole bar out, girl, I thought you knew
I’m on my … drake shit, she loving the crew
And next they’re talking about my past, I’m on a new…
I hear you talking, they say I’m jealous
But I ain’t tripping on no bitch, I’m chasing the ladies
Ain’t never had shit, so I want it all
See me flexing in a… bitch I straight ball.
They say I’m in trouble, he made it this
Everything go… he must have missed

Chorus:
They’re talking like a nigga is supposed to hell race
They’re talking like a nigga is supposed to throw stakes
They’re talking like a… that I go away strong
They’re talking like a nigga ain’t never been on
They’re talking about your body
They’re talking about
They’re tell ‘em about your body
They’re talking about
They’re tell ‘em about your body
They’re talking about

..hating on me
I’m loving you, what your lady told me?
I’m making moves, still making money
I ain’t … you, keep on talking about me!
….supposed to throw stacks

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Slaughterhouse - Throw It Away Lyrics and Video (Ft. Swizz Beatz)

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You know I ain’t build to answer that
But I act like I ain’t never have money
Then throw it away, then throw it away
Then throw it away, then throw it away
You see me throw it away
Then throw it away, then throw it away
I like to throw it away, let’s throw it away
You know I ain’t Jay Z honey
But I act like I ain’t never have money

Live from the area, area, wasted
Drives will bury ya, bury, wasted
Standing on couches, everybody know me
Rock star, only thing that’s …
Realest out here, out here
In the club doing what, got my name out here, out here
You can call it tricking, you can call it tricking
You can call it dissing, that it is if you all stand
All the bitches on q like na na na na na,
I’m in the sky, when the realest go na na na na na
Let it fly dope, ah
You only live one time, one time
Your favorite rapper up in here one time, one time
You know what
You know I ain’t Jay Z honey
But I act like I ain’t never have money

But I act like I ain’t never have money
Then throw it away, then throw it away
Then throw it away, then throw it away
You see me throw it away
Let’s stack up, get it up and throw it away
Then throw it away, then throw it away
You know I ain’t Bill Gates honey
But I act like I ain’t never have money

All my money got wings on it
Fat, … my cling on it
Clap, clap, clap, make that butt applaud
You got all that back, what you fucking for?
Cheers to kids, this is y’all song
I got bitches, itching to sit me off home
We da bizness, this is, slaughterhouse baby
This is what is all about, … money
Blowing in the breeze like na na na na na na
Like the picture pose, I got cheese like na na na na na na
Come, get this money from me, I don’t want it honey
I don’t make it rain, I make it snow bunny
Time to pull to the top of that bitch
I ain’t got it like that, but I got it like this

You know I ain’t Bill Gates honey
But I act like I ain’t never have money
But I act like I ain’t never have money
Then throw it away, then throw it away
Then throw it away, then throw it away
You see me throw it away
Let’s stack up, get it up and throw it away
Then throw it away, then throw it away
You know I ain’t Jay Z honey
But I act like I ain’t never have money

Yeah, it’s damn right, I’m fucking a lesbian, stripper
And a dob sprinter
Dick van dike
It’s gonna love it, when I go Warren Buffet
Throwing euros on the floor, balling on the form budget
Slaughter’s in the house look at that click, that click
Deeper than the breast of a fat chick, fat chick
Party in vip with the earth realest on blue
… throw the money in the air like na na na na na na
I’m yelling I’m far settle like na na na na na
I know you killers hold the metal tight, na na na na na na
Who give a fuck we all ghetto, right na na na na na na
I had a lap dance moment of clarity
This a tax right off, this m favorite charity

You know I ain’t Bill Gates honey
But I act like I ain’t never have money
But I act like I ain’t never have money
Then throw it away, then throw it away
Then throw it away, then throw it away
You see me throw it away
Let’s stack up, get it up and throw it away
Then throw it away, then throw it away
You know I ain’t Jay Z honey
But I act like I ain’t never have money

Jealousy could crash here…different one, different one
I told her do that thing alive if she ain’t do it
That was my bad, thinking that she ain’t stupid
Cute face with a pretty butt, pretty butt
Shake got her saying giddy up, giddy up…
Call murder like na na na na na na
Even got the valee workers like na na na na na na
You scratch that and it’s one thing, …na na na na na na
Red bottoms coming out the coup
We got it tied up, even when we’re at it to loot

You know I ain’t Bill Gates honey
But I act like I ain’t never have money
But I act like I ain’t never have money
Then throw it away, then throw it away
Then throw it away, then throw it away.

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Chris Brown - Party Hard Lyrics and Video (Ft. Sevyn)

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I just need one more dance
And girl I hate to spill it
But it’s not goin away
I think I’m in love witchu
And I can’t help myself
Cause this maybe the only chance I got with you
And I know you gon show out
She likes all them stripper poles
Like takin off her clothes
And when you work that girl you stop my heart

[Hook: Chris Brown]
Shes got the perfect lips and perfect body
Shes the life of the party (yeah)
And she likes to part hard
Shes such a rock and roller
But shes exotic
Shes the life of the party
She likes to party hard
Shes spilling your drink on me
Livin wild and free
Tonight
Girl change my life
I hope you put your lips on me
My minds playing tricks on me
Tonight
We gon party hard

(Chris Brown:)
Shes been through your eyes
And girl you might as well just say what your already thinkin
(Se7en: cause we on the same page)
Take me to ecstacy and far beyond
Show me how you have your fun baby
And we got all night
She likes all them stripper poles
Like takin off her clothes
And when you work that girl you stop my heart

[Hook:]
Shes got the perfect lips and perfect body
Shes the life of the party (yeah)
And she likes to part hard
Shes such a rock and roller
But shes exotic
Shes the life of the party
She likes to party hard
Shes spilling your drink on me
Livin wild and free
Tonight
Girl change my life
I hope you put your lips on me
My minds playing tricks on me
Tonight
We gon party hard.

(Shoo be do whop
Do we who I wanna love you
Shoo we do whop
Do we whop [x2])

[Hook:]
Shes got the perfect lips and perfect body
Shes the life of the party (yeah)
And she likes to part hard
Shes such a rock and roller
But shes exotic
Shes the life of the party
She likes to party hard
Shes spilling your drink on me
Livin wild and free
Tonight
Girl change my life
I hope you put your lips on me
My minds playing tricks on me
Tonight
We gon party hard.

Can I
Take your hand
Can I
Have a dance with you
And when we touch
It’s like magic and fire woah oh

In my cadillac
Movin very fast
Got a girl
With a big ol ass
And we go ho hunter
Gonna have a good time
Anything she want
She can get it
Cause my girl
She be with it
And I want her for the rest of my life
I love to hear her say
That she love me
I love it when she tells me she needs me
When she looks in my eyes
Ooh ooh
It feels like I’m high
Ooh ooh
Hoo woah hoh hoh hoo

[Se7en:]
It don’t take a lot
All I need is you
To be the man for me
But I want it all
And I’m willing
To give you what I need
Baby I
Ain’t scared to show you the freaky side of me
Sometimes I fight you off
But I love it rough
When you make love to me
I love it when he says
That he love me
And I love it
When he tells me he needs me
When he looks in my eyes
Ooh ooh
It feels like I’m high
Ooh ooh
Hoo woah hoh hoh hoo.

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The Prodigy - Co-Pilot Lyrics and Video (Ft. Wiz Khalifa)

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They see me coming they say they come big time
yeah nigga big money big rhymes
big old thing in my past for big body dimes
between hate and love is a very thin line
you see me coming they say they go big dope
yeah nigga big money, big song
big old thing in my short for big body bro’s
between hate and love is where the guns pop off

Now I don’t buy shit, all of my chips go high lips
boog it up nice jeans, born styling
hot tack shit, expects shower hate TV’s
in the mirrors watch the house with my bad chick
pull size to cruise, bubble back that oh we feelin in the move
with some slow wet sex she real splash it
she told me go long and do it bad at me
..what did you say you and I say
in love forever in life is but a dream don’t wait me
spreeze at venees them little T-shirt look purp
when the titties my baby
lip crazy and I..stress free everything is old love lately
and ever since we hooked up life is wavy
we at good the..wherever you sun blazin

Hook:
Superstar life, superstar life
we crime and crime don’t pay, girl what you know about it
in other words these name are dangerous free
come fly with me you’ll be my co-pilot
superstar life she was start life
we crime to rhyme don’t pay girl what you know about it
in other words these name are dangerous free
come fly with me you’ll be my co-pilot

Let’s get hot, damn, that ass is first class
so hot, so hot hey y’all is
so hot, damn, that ass is first class
so hot, I know you see that rider with
Let’s get hot, damn, that ass is first class
so hot, so hot bitches got money
so hot, damn, that ass is first class
so hot, it will last nigga swing that

Rolling up before the first one is even over
we run the game till the game we never sober
the cush I’m smoking on is from the growl world
the smell is reminiscent of a molder
cut from the same..is all the same
me and Prodigy see all this change
now we gotta be from this stronger strange
I’m cool with the..I bring it on the plane
say I’m wolves bitch that’s with my cubans
I got all the snootch ti all for do it music
fuck the money rub the family the most
the rest alone I can’t remember being bro
get hot so much don’t know how to be in low
I’ll take a nigga crib and spin it on the low
that mean I’m ballin like a ball game
30 thousand on this bar name

[Hook:]

Who to ever guess that VSOP be so gifted
..in a new year with this big shit
it sound like my amy night on the club strip
sitting in the fly begin lifted
on it low lady spark man coach me
no cack cold no say say
no excuse me miss
they see me..is more like what up kid
I see you shining I can smell it nigga with money
what up big time is main but just mother f*cking good life girl
you’re looking good man, you can have a good night
bring your chicks to the ricks
we got all the bottoms in the splished
they come and get some room service from the garden sex
are you my guard as you find out soon enough maybe know

[Hook:]

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Akon - Put It On Me Lyrics and Video (Ft. Young Swift)

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Chorus:
Girl, do your things, let’s play rings around the Rose
Money in the air and my pockets full of more cheese
Asses, asses, drop them to the floor, please
Pick it up, bring it back, put that pussy on me!
Put it on me, baby put it on me
Put it on me, put that pussy on me
Put it on me, baby put it on me
Put it on me, put that pussy on me

..bounce like it’s track,
I love the way she’s dropping low
I show her how to act, directing is how this movie go
Break that back, now welcome to the… show
She got a lot of niggas on the line
Spend a lot of money, trying to get me between her thighs
Hey, hey and they say she’s worth a dollar
Have you crawling like a dog with your own collar

Chorus:
Girl, do your things, let’s play rings around the Rose
Money in the air and my pockets full of more cheese
Asses, asses, drop them to the floor, please
Pick it up, bring it back, put that pussy on me!
Put it on me, baby put it on me
Put it on me, put that pussy on me
Put it on me, baby put it on me
Put it on me, put that pussy on me

Got on that cold.. courtesy of a homie
And it’s… than ice, baby come and put it on me
…something like every night twenty on me
I’m talking one night only, not like my one and only
Bad bitch, die in peace
Wanna fuck now cause they
It ain’t hard to provide me
Just get in mind, never mind me
Got a couple of niggas that’s fly, see
Couple of niggas, that’s grinding me
No few hoes that do hoes, that pop bottles, my..
Uh, standing on the couch, baby on this shit
We’re the flyest niggas on this shit in here
Who are you fucking with?
Put it where you can… my girl shared a dick
Now put that pussy on me like I’m wearing it

Chorus:
Girl, do your things, let’s play rings around the Rose
Money in the air and my pockets full of more cheese
Asses, asses, drop them to the floor, please
Pick it up, bring it back, put that pussy on me!
Put it on me, baby put it on me
Put it on me, put that pussy on me
Put it on me, baby put it on me
Put it on me, put that pussy on me

She got ass, so I told her move it slowly
She said she bought it, so I told that bitch to show me
Bounce that pussy open, she said “daddy, daddy, OK!”
Put that pussy on me, like daddy have it your way!
Girls, can I know she got that wet, wet
Long hair, pretty skin, you know a nigga like that
Cause I beat it up, I told her, don’t you fight back
Fuck around, and threw it back, told me how you like that!

Chorus:
Girl, do your things, let’s play rings around the Rose
Money in the air and my pockets full of more cheese
Asses, asses, drop them to the floor, please
Pick it up, bring it back, put that pussy on me!
Put it on me, baby put it on me
Put it on me, put that pussy on me
Put it on me, baby put it on me
Put it on me, put that pussy on me

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Akon - Slow Motion Lyrics and Video (Ft. Money J)

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Chorus:
Keep slurring keep pawing swerving on the control
Stevie Wonder’s on eyes damn the clothes
rockin ain’t the..slotting them dudes foes
fuck the speed limit bitch I’m living like a slow motion
I’m living like a slow motion
Stevie Wonder’s on eyes damn the clothes
rockin ain’t the..slotting them dudes foes
fuck the speed limit bitch I’m living like a slow motion
I’m living like a slow motion

Slow motion I let my last girl heart broken
I’m jeep lowing down with the doors open
policy lonely is start pooring
yeah my car old school but my bitch ain’t pouring
this is the life what I’m about
on 85 get here with my top balls
BBS TV and my..
balling on the nigga I’ma string in the women
ball with the team baby girl we’re some winners
fucking with them lanes which you see them nigga
got my Stevie Wonder’s on I ain’t see me niggas
killing me rappers are PM nigga

[Chorus:]

Moving slow and it’s my clearance so they all can see me
nigga waiting not a tune shit is so easy
I’m living life I’m on top of mine
and there’s nobody here could ever stop my grind
say slow money is better than make it none at all
so I’m taking my time because I’m need it all
paper chasing getting money you on an other level
but still I’m rocking with them goons and them fucking rebels
ain’t a movie a spril life, I really live it
you heard me talk about it and I probably did it
real talk slow down take it the time homie
go harder go home when it’s time homie

[Chorus:]

Slow motion, fuck the speed limit slow motion
I like the life skin with the vibe foe
got my crew religious on with the bank roll
got the girl live long like a feel go
real dough I give dough
that seven two sever make me feel hoe
be hoe and I conceal it
in my ever bullshit and no need me
kill me on the east with a lot of two little..
from..all black card like the fucking black..
I smoke so many poes that I might kids cancel

[Chorus:]

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Akon - Call Da Police Lyrics and Video (Ft. Busta Rhymes)

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Call em, call em call em
Somebody better call em, call 911
Call di police for me, tell them it’s a case of emergency
Say bye bye what I see … speaks
Killa song boy, emces get murda
Call di police for me, tell them it’s a case of emergency
Call em, call em, call em
Call di police for me, tell them it’s a case of emergency
Call em, call em, call em

Yeah, all these niggas be strapping up
But they will be the ones to be running
Same nigga wanna come gwap me up…
And we’ll reach from here to London
Bring it back, back, back…say hello to master cannon
In case of emergency you need to just call em, call em
Everybody got that thing, the infrared beam
And I suggest call em, call em
Cause when I’m in black, I’m really hard to be seen
You need to just call em, call em
I blend with the night, yeah that’s right
I’m so anonymous
Shawty you could just call me, when you wanna come on me
I’m the one you wanna call, on you, caressing you when you get lonely
Now I know why you on me, paper daddy so on it
Come on right, well this bad man, even dia police man ciant hold me

Call the police for me, tell them it’s a case of emergency
Call the police for me, tell them it’s a case of emergency
Call em, call em

Neighbors always call the police on me
When they hear me coming out
Cause when I spit I sound like 1000 drummers and a marching band
Coming, dibid dabidibi dibidibidi, hear that drum roll on the middle
Niggas always step to me and say they heard that I spit like a drum roll
…and I do it and I keep it doing …
Here we go again another one, …better run
It’s an emergency, …call the police on me

Call the police for me, tell them it’s a case of emergency
Call the police for me, tell them it’s a case of emergency
Call em, call em
Call the police, you fucking with a beast
Check my record I kill these niggas…
Murda, murda, I did it did it in the first degrees
Man down, somebody better call …
Show me what you got for me
& Verse Simmonds

Every time I come around she be popping it like 3 ladies
One me 3 ladies, all these bottles I’m faded
Woke up this morning man I just thank the lord that I made it
Got a million clothes, a million hoes
A million dollars from a million shows
I stack it all up, I spend it on clothes
And if you don’t know…
Licking shot, ain’t it shot
I heard them shooting man
Somebody call the cops

Call the police for me, tell them it’s a case of emergency
Call the police for me, tell them it’s a case of emergency
Call em, call em
Call the police for me, tell them it’s a case of emergency
Call the police for me, tell them it’s a case of emergency
Call the police for me, tell them it’s a case of emergency
Call the police for me, tell them it’s a case of emergency.

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Chris Brown - Remember My Name Lyrics and Video

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I need your touch, but your hands are locked away
I hear your voice, you’ve got nothing left to say
I’ll take this start of my heart
I’ll take this bullet, I’ll take it for love

So if the lights in the sky come crashing down
I still can find your love even in the crowd
but will you remember me
Girl you’ll remember my name,
remember my name, will you remember my name
remember my name (I love you, I love you, love you)
remember my name (I love you, I love you, love you)
remember my name (I love you, I love you, love you)

I need my kiss, but your lips are far away
so I have no choice, so I guess I’ll have to stay and love away
And I’ma take this stop from my heart,
bang bang, I take this bullet, bang bang I’ll take it for love
bang bang, I’ll take it for love,
bang bang, I’ll take it for us

Will you remember my name, my name, my name, my name
remember my name, my name, my name, my name
Will you remember my name, my name, my name, my name
remember my name, my name, my name, my name
(I love you, I love you, love you)
remember my name (I love you, I love you, love you)
remember my name (I love you, I love you, love you)

Floating above the clouds and sky
wishing upon the falling star
hoping my love hasn’t forgot my name
it’s automatic this is stratchin
this love is so strong
too bad ever glad baby wishin we can float up
we can fly, higher babe, higher babe, higher babe,
higher babe, higher babe,
Just fly high
higher babe, higher babe, higher babe, higher babe,

I’ll guess don’t brace, I just wanna levitate
I’ll guess no brace, I just wanna levitate
I’ll guess no brace, I just wanna levitate
just levitate, I just wanna levitate
’cause you’ll remember my name, my name,
remember my name,my name, remember my name
will you remember my name, remember my name
remember my, remember my name
remember my, remember my name

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Chris Brown - Free Run Lyrics and Video

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Broken again I’m, down on my knees ripped apart
But I see you out there
So I’m taking these chains off my heart
I’m listenin’ close for you
Feeling my way after dark
I’m on my way to you
And no one will keep me from ya

So I’ll just free run, till my feet start to lift off the ground
I will just free run, till I’ll finally sit right where you are, oh
Whoa, whoa, I’ll free run to ya
Whoa, whoa, free run to ya

Life with you leaving,
Is like being locked upside down
I’m all out of reasons, to live
All this hurt keep me bound
I’ll listen close for ya
I don’t wanna miss the goodbyes
I’m on my way to ya
And no one will keep me from ya

So I’ll just free run, till my feet start to lift off the ground
I will just free run, till I’ll finally sit right where you are, oh
Whoa, whoa, I’ll free run to ya
Whoa, whoa, free run to ya
Oho, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, X 2

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Akon - Used To Know (Remix) Lyrics and Video

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But I guess I don’t need that thing
Now you’re just somebody that I used to know

Go on take it, I don’t need him
Kicking back at my two seat
I’m too … I don’t remember
None about you, amnesia
I’ve moved on, adios
Pop your bottles, make the toast
Whole pockets filled up
None but dead folks.
You thought that I was gonna save you
Tried to play, but I played you
Louis V, D&G
Look at you weed, bitch I made you!
I’m cold hearted, no fellons,
Momma clear got no…
Fast life can’t handle, no need to find three…
Panama, new Ferrari, pay job, car key
Two hoes half age, two more, tell us when
Through ..and I kick rocks
Ask ones in my tick tock
Ten bricks for this wrist watches
Is over babe, straight drop
(Wow! What a fuck? Who keep running this shit
God damn it!)

But I guess I don’t need that thing
Now you’re just somebody that I used to know

Go on take it, I don’t need him
Kicking back at my two seat
I’m too … I don’t remember
None about you, amnesia
I’ve moved on, adios
Pop your bottles, make the toast
Whole pockets filled up
None but dead folks.
You thought that I was gonna save you
Tried to play, but I played you
Louis V, D&G
Look at you weed, bitch I made you!
I’m cold hearted, no fellons,
Momma clear got no…
Fast life can’t handle, no need to find three…
Panama, new Ferrari, pay job, car key
Two hoes half age, two more, tell us when
Through ..and I kick rocks
Ask ones in my tick tock
Ten bricks for this wrist watches
Is over babe, straight drop
(Wow! What a fuck? Who keep running this shit
God damn it!)

Chorus:
But you didn’t have to cut me off
Make out like it never happened and that we were nothing
And I don’t even need your love
But you treat me like a stranger and that feels so rough
No you didn’t have to stoop so low
Have your friends collect your records and then change your number
I guess that I don’t need that though
Now you’re just somebody that I used to know

Money, money, money man
I got DCs…
Living life screwed up..whole living
You swear..tell a lie
But that bullshit I’m too fly
My heard cold, I don’t feel nothing in, I’m paralyzed.
You can have…
She don’t know how to treat a boss
I move pounds like…
Get high, it’s how I recall
..on my face
…on my waste
Like you more guilty
I bought the… that little space.
You’re playing games, changing notes
And I ain’t got time for it
Drop, drop the top, I need…
Fresh… on my bad…
I got real hoe with… on the tattoos.

Chorus:
But you didn’t have to cut me off
Make out like it never happened and that we were nothing
And I don’t even need your love
But you treat me like a stranger and that feels so rough
No you didn’t have to stoop so low
Have your friends collect your records and then change your number
I guess that I don’t need that though
Now you’re just somebody that I used to know

Yeah! I, I ain’t in love with bloodsucker
Bleed this pack, stay by the rubber
You can look, never let ‘em touch yee
Thinking about all day, mother fucking
Roll over eggs, roll, chill
Need room to breathe like fish skills
Get, get ‘em new
Once they gave them away good will
High heels… got that ass moving in 3D
..everything so crazy
Got, got invited for me like..
..throw it out, hot froze
…beauty and the beast, I love hoes
That shit I don’t like, do everything for…
I scream, but my eyes clean, and my cake … is for appetite
Oblivious… whole thing
..that thirty eight in my Vera Yang

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The Prodigy - Make It Hot Lyrics and Video

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Super now smoke few bottles on the sleety
parkers on racks ’cause I raps like Christmas
holy shit get light, get light
it’s hot outside I got the keys to the bike
gone full bottle, tonight we’re going in like it ain’t no tomorrow
take drugs, make love now war I’m a gangsta hippie don’t start nothing

Keys tot he crib, while I’ll be poppin it all
like belly the kid, yeah hoe whip bang it out
to the death, fuck it north,
everything from the couch to the bed
Can’t stop, won’t stop till they superman though
give me superman fly
and slash oh to the hood, I’m a creature
I grew up in the woods

Hook:
No time for fake ones,
come and smoke a little bit with this real ones
live a little risky don’t be a shuck one
I’m not stingy the shots on me
Oh, I’ll make it hot, make it hot
I’ll make it hot, make it hot
I’ll make it hot, make it hot
I’ll make it hot, make it hot

Yeah my pockets on loud, I’m in the string volume
my closet on swag, my balls at the top few
best nigga spittin, pee how you livin
couldn’t be better you could say stakes giving
you’re my cold bottom drop
the hood gonna cop, the streets going crazy for that new more I
set up in the box that’s where I got stronger and
came back home, took the ice off the watch
automor Rolex couple hew blotch
nothing fancy just enough for the potch
when your bitch is the baddest bitch how could you not
feel like we’re gonna parry on in the spot
get off of my flag, hoe you let dancing
is you what you do, don’t worry about the handsome
shoot em with the rubin kill em with the baby face
and be the humble that it squeeze slugs when you’re late face
hoes wanna grip, foes wanna trip
then ever move on me cause they know how I get
got real street power and it ain’t about..
met the top of the fool chain now here on the block
and you just a little snack, my hunger insatiable
easy as 1 2 3 you niggas base the cool as millions of bros
but I just take one of them, these billions of dollars
I need the one of them

Hook:
No time for fake ones,
come and smoke a little bit with this real ones
live a little risky don’t be a shuck one
I’m not stingy the shots on me
Oh, I’ll make it hot, make it hot
I’ll make it hot, make it hot
I’ll make it hot, make it hot
I’ll make it hot, make it hot

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George Michael - White Light Lyrics and Video

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I’m back, I’m back
Prouder than ever baby
Louder than ever may be

One more pill just one more beer
One less star in the atmosphere
For us,

But maybe she just wanted to be free
Heartless pictures on tv
Change that channel that could have been me
I said, maybe she just wanted to be free

So I just kept breathing my friends
Waiting for the man to choose
Saying this ain’t the day that it ends
There’s no white light and I’m not through

I’m alive, I’m alive, I’m alive
I’m alive, I’m alive, I’m alive
I’m alive, I’m alive, I’m alive
I’m alive, I’m alive, I’m alive

And I’ve got so much more that I want to do
With the music it, was it music that saved me
Or the way that you prayed for me
Cause either way I thank you, I’m alive

Motel motel makes it clear
One more voice we will never hear again
But maybe he just wanted to be free
And I don’t know what thell what the gods, what the fuck
I’m saying, half the time, something divine, oh divine
Brought me back to you
And I know it, so I just kept breathing my friends
Waiting for some god to choose
Saying this ain’t the day that it ends
Cause there’s no white light and I’m not through

I’m alive, I’m alive, I’m alive
I’m alive, I’m alive, I’m alive
I’m alive, I’m alive, I’m alive
I’m alive, I’m alive, I’m alive

And I’ve got so much more that I want to do
Was it music that, was it science that saved me
Or the way that you prayed for me
Cause either way I thank you, I’m alive

And tomorrow is mine, I said tomorrow is mine
I’ve just to keep on breathing
I said no, don’t let go
Keep on breathing, breathing
Got to keep on, got to keep on, got to keep on
Keep on breathing, breathing

I’m alive, I’m alive, I’m alive
I’m alive, I’m alive, I’m alive
I’m alive, I’m alive, I’m alive
I’m alive, I’m alive, I’m alive

And I’ve got so much more that I want to do
Was it music that, was it science that saved me
Or the way that you prayed for me
Well I thank you, I’m alive, yeah.

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Ace Hood - Got That Sack (Freestyle) Lyrics and Video

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Okay, cold in this bitch niggas know I’m feel the snap
alleluia stack in Lord rollin cuff me 80 racks
paranoia all this money niggas know I keep that stout
hundred niggas most of em killers blow your brains on your lock
kay I have em out of..keep that hammer like on big bow
feeling nigga dope nick name kilo
every nigga round when I bite myself
bad little bitch and I gotta deep foe
rocks and chains then I know me..
fuck that ..and my nigga deep hoe
know some zone that can get a kilo
see another man watch too..
first I..now my pen
Louie Vuitton know them veins
yeah nigga ball you can watch from the steins
I fuck hoes I get dough
got much team getting rich
keep my shooters make them do
they went ..with the stick
boy I’m fly ain’t no lie
probably painted on the bitch
hundred grand and I make in a week
and no complaining about the scent
yeah I’m racked up, ho a nigga don’t act up
click clocked and you think he got hit it with a metro

Hook:
In the club going hard, niggas know I’m got the sack
in the kitchen whipping hard, niggas know I got the sack
and this bitch going hard niggas know I got them lake
in the kitchen whipping hard, niggas know I got the sack

Niggas standing on the couch and throwing signs on the club
VIP bitch I don’t win land in the club
it’s a photo shoot hands taking pictures in this bitch
summer nights got five bitches listening in this beat
got my fans with me put my niggas, feeling in the beat
I don’t give a fuck I’m back on my..screen shit
get the thug like niggas like the true fuck shit
meet this..bitch I’m on my two glock shit
you niggas screw it up, put you on your news bug shit
by the found by the river feeding me see bricks
uh she nasty, she just had the same ambition
fuck the steam of the dick you should have seen this bitch
they think I’m nasty they think I’ma clean this bitch
Shawty looking so good shawty might try to clean this bitch
sight, she’s not the type, not the type, be a wife
she here to pass, she’s for the night

[Hook:]

Racks sex sex sex, racks sex sex sex
Racks sex sex sex, racks sex sex sex
racks sex
me you know I got it
Racks sex sex sex, racks sex sex sex
Racks sex sex sex, racks sex sex sex
bitch you know I got it

[Hook:]

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Best Coast - Rhiannon Lyrics and Video

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Rhiannon rings like a bell through the night
And wouldn’t you love to love her?
Takes to the sky like a bird in flight
And who will be her lover?

All your life you’ve never seen a woman
Taken by the wind
Would you stay if she promised you heaven?
Will you ever win?

She is like a cat in the dark
And then she is the darkness
She rules her life like a fine skylark
And when the sky is starless

All your life you’ve never seen a woman
Taken by the wind
Would you stay if she promised you heaven?
Will you ever win?
Will you ever win?

Rhiannon
Rhiannon
Rhiannon
Rhiannon

She rings like a bell through the night
And wouldn’t you love to love her?
She rules her life like a bird in flight
And who will be her lover?

All your life you’ve never seen a woman
Taken by the wind
Would you stay if she promised you heaven?
Will you ever win? (2)

Rhiannon (3)

Taken by
Taken by the sky
Taken by
Taken by the sky
Taken by
Taken by the sky

Dreams unwind
Love’s a state of mind
Dreams unwind
Love’s a state of mind

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DJ Khaled - I Wish You Would Lyrics and Video (Ft. Kanye West & Rick Ross)

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I’m so serious!

[Kanye West]
One, two them boys coming for you
Three, four, better lock your door
Five, six, hide your bitch
(Ayo Yeezy, pop your shit)

[Verse 1: Kanye West]
They said, thou shall not be ill
Thou shall not feel
Thou should not be trill, not be drill, not be real
Niggas selling packs, niggas flipping pills
They got heroin and cracks, man these niggas high for real
Every year gon be our year
Every year gon be my year
These niggas really is out here
These niggas really is out here
The block is at war
Post traumatic stress
Ran up outta pills
Rob that CVS
Niggas getting bust over In God’s We Trust
We believe in God but do God believe in us
If we believe enough, will we ever get to know ‘im
That lean got us dozing, we forget that we the chosen
I’ve been poppin shit for too long
But still reppin’ where I came from
I guess it’s how I came up
I wish you would try to play us

I wish you would nigga
I wish you would nigga
I wish you would nigga
I wish you would nigga
I guess it’s how I came up
I wish you would try to play us

[Verse 2: Rick Ross]
My money on a another level
In the streets I hear ‘em hotter than the fucking devil
I wonder how I got a hundred in my fucking bezel
G5, make it rain, I can change the weather
We fly, them niggas lame, where your fucking cheddar?
Aim at your brain, AK be the fucking letters
Fuck niggas fall in alphabetical order
Frank Lucas fur, the cap run more than the quarter
I’m at the fight, ringside, right next to promoters
All my niggas still hustle consider ‘em roguish
I remember catching buses just bought me a Lotus
All your codes get decoded, know the niggas you quoting
Hunh, my corner will scorch ya
Somehow my flow is the coldest
Money, power, respect, the only thing’s truly important
Family first, Khaled we gotta stay focused
God Forgives and I don’t
Pussy niggas unnoticed

I wish you would nigga
I wish you would nigga
I wish you would nigga
I wish you would nigga
I guess it’s how I came up
I wish you would try to play us

[Verse 3: Kanye West]
I wish you would nigga, I wish you would nigga
You see you got a couple cases, still look good nigga
You see these niggas’ll try to play ya
Know how ya feel nigga
Eh yup, that’d be the day you wanna kill a nigga
But you gon chill nigga
Just for your kids nigga
Cause now there’s kids doing grown man biz nigga
You just got home nigga
You tryna live nigga
Me I don’t wanna do another 5 years nigga
The boss is testing yo ass
The feds’ll question yo ass
They be drug testin’ yo ass
And then they pray you don’t pass
And then you look in the sky
You got some questions to ask
With no response make you wanna grab the tech and the mac
Cause they’ve been poppin’ shit for too long
Still reppin’ where I came from
I guess it’s how I came up
I wish you would try to play us

I wish you would nigga
I wish you would nigga
I wish you would nigga
I wish you would nigga
I guess it’s how I came up
I wish you would try to play us
(ROZAY!)

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Eva Simons - Ohh Na Na Lyrics and Video

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I’m a nice girl most of the time you can tell MY lady
what’s got into me lately
I’m feeling sexy discovering how to hook you my beating
but I don’t wanna dating oh

Pre Chorus:
The base get hard and the beat go boom
me and my girls up in this room
they stare when rockin trying to figure out when we are
tell the bartent to fill my cup
fellows in heat tryin to get unnut
you can move on but you get my love love

Chorus:
Tonight my ladies gonna excuse
going up curtain getting absurd on
fast on me that beat is..for you
dancing upon me you want me
but you can touch my
Uh na na na na na
Uh na na na na na you can touch my
uh na na na na you can touch my
uh na na na na

Getting my drink on keep on staring
’cause what I’m be wearing you know I love the attention
I need a black dress, heels on
I walk like a badd ass to beg you can have this

Pre Chorus:
The base get hard and the beat go boom
me and my girls up in this room
they stare when rockin trying to figure out when we are
tell the bartent to fill my cup
fellows in heat tryin to get unnut
you can move on but you get my love love

Chorus:
Tonight my ladies gonna excuse
going up curtain getting absurd on
fast on me that beat is..for you
dancing upon me you want me
but you can touch my
Uh na na na na na
Uh na na na na na you can touch my
uh na na na na you can touch my
uh na na na na

Come on
let me see you work it baby
no no no no no touching
no no no no no touching
come on honey

Me on light slashing we’re shaking our asses you know
if you came to party to show up your body let’s go
go go go go!

[Chorus:]

Oh baby ..
oh na na na na na
oh baby baby baby

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The Game - Burn (Remix) Lyrics and Video (Ft. Meek Mill & Big Sean)

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[Intro]
Hey yo, Arthur, call that nigga Walle,
Tell that nigga to call French Montana
Tell French to call motherfucking Meek Mill
Tell that nigga let me hold this beat one more time nigga
Mmg, waddup?

[The Game]
Rolling up on them 20’s, hoes all over my car though
Getting bitches that lucci, black ricky Ricardo
Gucci, Gucci, that Prada, Prada,
Fireworks in this bitch
Tell them hoes to go on my bottle
They gonna die thirst in this bitch
I supply the work niggas talk I gotta murk
Fresh to death I gotta hearse
I fuck the bitch you by the purse
Fuck nigga, I ain’t stunting no fuck nigga
28 to my truck nigga, pack the track wassup nigga
You don’t ride for them bucks nigga

Yeah, I’m in the kitchen going ham again
We ain’t throwing bottles nigga, we don’t get them hammers in
Tony Parker so real niggas know that’s hoes shit
All you single niggas put this new dick on your old bitch
I’ve been high since 06 I’ve been rich since 08
Since Wale had short hair, I’ve been Popping that Rose
Hey, what them hoes say, hurricane he wanted ten
Walk in the club with 100 rounds
Let my niggas in and we shut it down
That’s calamy on Minday, Rocksbery on Thursday
Toxic on Saturday, tell Arthur I ain’t got a day
Grey stones on my chain, grey stones on Sunday
Bad bitches in line outside, you gonn get it one day, bitch
You aren’t made for this
So many chains on me they think that I slave in this bitch
We throwing money everywhere, that jayz on I don’t never wear
Got a bad bitch from Delaware, that derry on shake the derriere
Whoa, Nelly, where the fuck is Nelly?
Got a bitch yelling ea, while a nigga watching belly
Got a bitch to love ti, got a bitch to love tutu
Tell him soon to the bi, tell them hoes it’s all Gucci
I got Louie, I got Loubies, nigga my life is a movie
Popping bottles like I’m b way, tell them send me like three space
Peach Sirrock, coconut, cranberry, open up
Then we neck in tron, real nigga I’m gone

[Meek Mill]
Chain all V.S. I ain’t with the B.S
Catch me in your city riding hard through the B.X
Skinny nigga but I do it Large like a 3X
The last nigga tried to do me wrong umm he checked
Right back to that money slinging O’s in the P.Jects
Or prolly catchin mileage while the pilot steer the P-Jet
Cause we next and we flex like

[Big Sean]
90PX, working all night no breaks or a recess
Vroom vroom yeah I know my car sound like a T-Rex
Bitch, I’m 23 years old and I ain’t riding in a Prius
My cousin finished school can’t believe he graduated
Threw him 20,000 dollars told his ass congratulations
Cause me, I wasn’t made for that shit
But I could probably hire him and who all paid for his shit
And to all the hoes that was dissin’ I pray to God that you see me
I’m on a yacht getting hella’ high smoking good that seaweed
Bad bitch in her cha-cha grabbing on her chi-chi’s
Million dollar deals on my email you mad as hell you ain’t CC’ed
Chain all V.S. bitch you knows it’s B.S. boy I run my city

[Meek Mill]
End of story, nigga P.S
All white Maybach Greenbay they packed
Y’all niggas was snackin’ ‘member the hard nights we trappin’
And they say lifes a game of chess you can play checkers all on my jacket
Cause it’s Damier and we bombs away on y’all big rappers
I say yeah nigga I murder that Panamera inserted back
Niggas say they want beef well where the fuck is my burger at?
I got white was serving that I been to jail I ain’t going back
I alley oop your bitch off that backboard she throw it back
I slam dunk in that pussy, Blake Griffin’d yo ho, nigga
Maybach with Ricky Ross my chain rock like I know Jigga
Thats cause I do ho, shout out to my new ho
That pussy pink like Nuvo and I dog that Cujo

[Big Sean]
Niggas wanna talk what they gon’ say (gon’ say)
I hit the pedal til that motherfucker break (til it break)
Freaky bitches love the money I make
And to live like this you motherfuckers gotta pay
So let that shit burn

[Meek Mill]
Let that shit burn I’mma let that shit burn let that shit burn (burn, gasoline)
The roof on fire I’m only gettin’ higher
50 racks in my pocket I want bottles I’mma let that shit burn

[Big Sean]
Bitch I had one shot and I ain’t blow it
Riding til the wheels fall off and they tow it
I got green on top of green damn its looking like I grow it
D-Town the hood behind me like a king cobra

[Meek Mill]
Burn bitch I let it burn bitch
My money straighter than a motherfucking perm bitch
No navigation you can see it is my turn chyea (swerve, swerve)
Shorty give me all that brain still ain’t never learned shit

[Big Sean]
Oh that’s your girl? Damn nigga you ain’t learn shit
She naked in my studio I’m on that Howard Stern shit
I swear that mac 10 is my barbell, Finally Famous the cartel
Hit your girl in my whip and now that pussy got the new car smell
Same shit different day I ain’t broke no more it’s a different day
Don’t turn me down I got shit to say my purp strong like it’s lifting weights
It’s Sean Don sippin’ Chandon I got a bad bitch with them pom pom’s
My Rollie don’t tick-tock your shit sound like a time bomb, boom, lil’ bitch

[Hook: Big Sean & Meek Mill]

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