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Brisco - Pocket Watching Lyrics and Video (Ft. Cadillac & Ace Hood)

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Learning all of my leave us
bricks all of my house
haters all of my business
and this p**sy under their mouth
I like this third banks
I know what that f*ck stand
impress full nigga yeah
back up on the real shit
this p**y nigga don’t play fair
all these hoes be three wind but don’t talk shit
will you get them
back upon my own black
back and I’m out of my win two
I got two chops with two clips

hope f*ck with the ..folk
smoking on my indow
vibing in my pinzo
niggas counting other niggas pockets I could watch
even when the benz blind
you can see I got a quarter in this team box
cashin by four bands
throw that then blow that
power then go back in
pocket watch new f*ck boys
always doing that f*ck shit
who news we in here, we’re not niggas to f*ck with

bitch see the yeah you’re pocket watchin
this is bad for your hill you pocket watching
you should be sayin to yourself you pocket watching
you too much money over here you pocket watching
pocket watching ass nigga
pocket watching ass nigga, f*ck nigga
you p**sy and you know, you pocket watching
watch me throwin you pocket watching

I can’t stand all the flow asshole
ass broke, no cash
always in the club tipping no ass nigga
but I am trippin this ass nigga all in my body
I’m rolling hard in moly ..
t..the whole party
got the VIP bad they smoke the cush so they..
bad they saw my nigga in the wrist and I’m cashin out all this shit
all eyes on me, nigga two pot
pocket watching you get two shots to the dawn
life .. the way it do the shirt and time I’m money all do time
I got a white bitch it say it got two ..
..and that’s rumor ..
and got I’m bussin new mummy and all our friends
they hear us talking dance
’cause we all throwin bends
why the mother nigga stands

Hook:
SEE THAT, yeah your pocket watching
this shit for your half your pocket watching
you should be sayin to yourself you pocket watching
you too much money over here you pocket watching
pocket watching ass nigga
pocket watching ass nigga, f*ck nigga
you p**sy and you know, you pocket watching
watch me throwin you pocket watching

Pocket watching that’s that shit I don’t like, I don’t like
get twenty benz the show that’s like every night
bitch nigga boy I’ve been in that
die rich and it enevr look back
you two ..in stacks
runnin this shit ex legs
being bro ain’t knowing how it try to be like
pulling all to the club and it may bite
Ace Hood be the nigag that you whole like
last might ..more ice
see in the club with ..
p**sy nigga…life, bitch make em watch like a movie
what a kind nigga never let what ti do me
see around in the benz with two me
got no pocket watchin you groupie
when I walked in you knew me
make brighter in New Vegas
get a ..gracious, nigga who gave us
I see you watchin you’re watching ass
see is the ..for my watchin cash
have a mill in my safe dash
wait look it up hangin in the ass

[Hool:]

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Big K.R.I.T. - Temptation (Remix) Lyrics and Video (Ft. Waka Flocka & Juicy J)

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Yeah I’m tryna turn this into something
Turn this into something
Yeah I’m tryna turn this into something
Turn this into something
And we ain’t trippin on the summer cause the stars I …
Chrome wheels, candy paint, bring the broads I get X 2

Still young cruiser what you know bout me
Money come, money go but it’s all I see
Land in the girl with a beat that’s so so much
And kneepads on her knee
Cadillac, rims on wild…
Tell the motherfucker what you know bout that
… but the grain in there
Popping tags, back in, one more time
Got the head, down stair, but she hide it off
I throw the pussy like she throwing passes
Yeah we rise on that hoe
Took it down the spike and up throw
Beat the monkey off till it’s so
Soon as I hit the dough she got low
Cause she know

Yeah I’m tryna turn this into something
Turn this into something
Yeah I’m tryna turn this into something
Turn this into something
And we ain’t trippin on the summer cause the stars I …
Chrome wheels, candy paint, bring the broads I get X 2

I’m forever balling nigga all about my pockets
Too much money in my hands, I need a lot of wallets
My conversation money and I’m never talking cheap
What you made in a year, I blew in a week
Louie V on my clothes, … for my foes
Fast life, codeine fiend, everything slow
If I was you nigga I’d probably hate me too
I’m shopping for a new crib, while you making…
Wrapping up these paper cuts from stacking all this paper up
Money don’t bend ends… juicy j don’t give a fuck
I stay high as hell homie it’s the only way
Rolls Royce all white, call that bitch Lima …

Yeah I’m tryna turn this into something
Turn this into something
Yeah I’m tryna turn this into something
Turn this into something
And we ain’t trippin on the summer cause the stars I …
Chrome wheels, candy paint, bring the broads I get X 2
Yeah I’m tryna turn this into something

Big ass wheels, bad ass bitches
Baby pour some liquor, doll roll up a swisher
I think she’s feeling me main
Hypnotized by my pimping
When I talk bitches listen
Diamonds be glissing
So many colors in my chain man it look like a prison
…freak out any girl, from a nun to a Christian
I spit this izm, nancy…on this trip, getting money

Yeah I’m tryna turn this into something
Turn this into something
Yeah I’m tryna turn this into something
Turn this into something
And we ain’t trippin on the summer cause the stars I …
Chrome wheels, candy paint, bring the broads I get X 2
Yeah I’m tryna turn this into something.

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Daddy Yankee - Pasarela Lyrics and Video

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3 x
Modelo uno rotate
modelo dos rotate
modelo tres rotate
lucete ahora es

Mucho Booty a la pista
demasiado poderoso
la mami esta pa’mi show porque esta de revista
puede ser que no sea famosa
pero ella opaca a cualquier artista
es una chica fashion
en eso de la moda es toda una especialista
lacera esto es pasarela lucete

AY eh! ..AY eh!..Ay eh!
con tu estilo matalo.
Ay eh!..Ay oh!.. Ay eh!
formate un escandalo

Sensual bebe,
pongo arriba las copas, aja
sigue sexy la ropa, aha
no importa la marca si ella
es la que le da la vida a la ropa, aja

No le hace falta la fama, aja
todo el munco la aclama, ok
son muchas las super estrellas
que ponen la zona en llama, oh

3 x
Modelo uno rotate
modelo dos rotate
modelo tres rotate
lucete ahora es

(Muy duro ma’)
tiene la carretera paraliza
aqui esta pasando algo descomunal
he visto millones de Miss Universo
la cosa es que con todas me quiero quedar

Tocar esos cuerpos tan ticos me tienen el cuello como un abanico
de lao a lao, de lao a lao
lacera esto es pasarela lucete

AY eh! ..AY eh!..Ay eh!
con tu estilo matalo.
Ay eh!..Ay oh!.. Ay eh!
formate un escandalo

3 x
Modelo uno rotate
modelo dos rotate
modelo tres rotate
lucete ahora es

AY eh! ..AY eh!..Ay eh!
con tu estilo matalo.
Ay eh!..Ay oh!.. Ay eh!
formate un escandalo

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Freddie Gibbs - Pull Up Lyrics and Video (Ft. Young Jeezy & T.I.)

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You know I’ve been drinkin’, smell like marijuana
People pull me over, I’mma be a goner
Every time we hook up, smell like California
She said baby make it happen, I’m ‘bout to pull up on ya

I pull up I pull up I pull up I pull up I pull up I pull up
I said I pull up on you
I pull up I pull up I pull up I pull up I pull up I pull up
I said I pull up on you

You then talk my talk, you know Cali code
Two top three, you’re still alone
That 40 cal in that desert isle
(I pull up I pull up I pull up I pull up I pull up I pull up
I said I pull up on you)
Sturdy engine, 6 straight
My weed strong, my money long
Them bad bitches, my safe up
I tell ‘em what I’ve been drinkin’ on
Keep fuckin’ ride, with me you’re on
(I pull up I pull up I pull up I pull up I pull up I pull up
I said I pull up on you)

I said I pull up like monkey boss, OG and sweet cigars
Might just bust they brain when I pull that whip thing out my garage
Bought that shit for the boss, souped up and super charged
You lame bitch a super freak, man you say that on my good cars
My bank’s stinkin’ everywhere I go
Danc eon it, in your head I know
Nike boxers, my piggy bank
I make a bitch faint with all the bread I blow
Bend it over, girl head to toe
Pulled it out and she trained to go
Bitch trippin’, get 8 to 60
She’ll stop predictin’ my 84
My eyes red and my mass black
And that loud pack, the bitch passed that
If you dumb niggas get jacked at
Then you ain’t got the nuts to come blast that
Look, I’m 2 thousand they two though
Need dough low, straight juiced up
You rap niggas might talk tough but they pulled off and we pulled up

You know I’ve been drinkin’, smell like marijuana
People pull me over, I’mma be a goner
Every time we hook up, smell like California
She said baby make it happen, I’m ‘bout to pull up on ya

You then talk my talk, you know Cali code
Two top three, you’re still alone
That 40 cal in that desert isle
(I pull up I pull up I pull up I pull up I pull up I pull up
I said I pull up on you)
Sturdy engine, 6 straight
My weed strong, my money long
Them bad bitches, my safe up
I tell ‘em what I’ve been drinkin’ on
Keep fuckin’ ride, with me you’re on
(I pull up I pull up I pull up I pull up I pull up I pull up
I said I pull up on you)

I got 20 2’s in that coop, roof back on that Rarri
Them hoe too when I come through, if they with you then I’m sorry
We pullin’ up, hopin’ out
We pull ‘em in just point ‘em out
We goin’ hard, they goin’ in
We showin’ up and they showin’ out
We throwin’ out they loose change
Got bank flows and roof lane
I got big thousands and cedar mouse
I’m still slangin’ that cocaine
On fire like propane
Kick it hard like pro games
Where the bitch? Who get a bitch?
Go ask a bitch what’s your name
My nigga jizzin’ on them little freaky hoes
I got the ones who with it but it’s a secret though
In the presidential sweet all broads
Trade ‘em like baseball cards
Probly all broads we ball hard
They pullin’ up and they throwin’ down
They drinkin’ out, they drunk the fuck
I got blunts to pop, the cush goin around

You know I’ve been drinkin’, smell like marijuana
People pull me over, I’mma be a goner
Every time we hook up, smell like California
She said baby make it happen, I’m ‘bout to pull up on ya

You then talk my talk, you know Cali code
Two top three, you’re still alone
That 40 cal in that desert isle
(I pull up I pull up I pull up I pull up I pull up I pull up
I said I pull up on you)
Sturdy engine, 6 straight
My weed strong, my money long
Them bad bitches, my safe up
I tell ‘em what I’ve been drinkin’ on
Keep fuckin’ ride, with me you’re on
(I pull up I pull up I pull up I pull up I pull up I pull up
I said I pull up on you)
Keep fuckin’ ride, with me you’re on
(I pull up I pull up I pull up I pull up I pull up I pull up
I said I pull up on you)

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Akon - Ain’t Saying Nothing Lyrics and Video

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The streets is cryin’ man
I know y’all miss your boy
Konvict music he he

The streets is cryin’ man
I know y’all miss your boy
Konvict music he he

The streets is cryin’ man
I know y’all miss your boy
Konvict music he he
Yeah, real niggas recognize real

Know you heard it before I seen the blunts peel
Cuz in the hood nigga jumpin’
And when they askin’ questions then you ain’t sayin’ nothin’ ah
Ain’t sayin’ nothin’ ah
Ain’t sayin’ nothin’ ah
Ain’t sayin’ nothin’
And when they askin’ questions then you ain’t sayin’ nothin’

I’m gangsta, I never left, I just had to chill
Me and 50 runs, you niggas that we still kill
Stacks in the grass tryna police mix
Say I made ‘em to large, I’m obese nigga
8 hundred million then I cashed out
You ain’t got it but now within’ your hair style
I read the blueprint and then I ran with it
Get with the Pooh, he went and milked his grand with it yea

Real niggas recognize real
Know you heard it before I seen the blunts peel
Cuz in the hood nigga jumpin’
And when they askin’ questions then you ain’t sayin’ nothin’ ah
Ain’t sayin’ nothin’ ah
Ain’t sayin’ nothin’ ah
Ain’t sayin’ nothin’
And when they askin’ questions then you ain’t sayin’ nothin’

In position of power so now they hear me
May not have did it but I know these niggas fear me
Every year I grind harder than the last one
Life’s short, you never know when it’s your last one
Black as fuck my girlie, I’mma call us the Steelers
Keep a hundred when niggas in hide between us
You wanna hustle just know I supply the dealer
All you live in a jungle and you ain’t a gorilla yea

Real niggas recognize real
Know you heard it before I seen the blunts peel
Cuz in the hood we go shoppin’
And when they askin’ questions then you ain’t sayin’ nothin’ ah
Ain’t sayin’ nothin’ ah
Ain’t sayin’ nothin’ ah
Ain’t sayin’ nothin’
And when they askin’ questions then you ain’t sayin’ nothin’

[Chorus]

(Streets are dyin’)
Real niggas recognize real
Know you heard it before I seen the blunts peel
Cuz in the hood nigga jumpin’
And when they askin’ questions then you ain’t sayin’ nothin’ ah
Ain’t sayin’ nothin’ ah
Ain’t sayin’ nothin’ ah
Ain’t sayin’ nothin’
And when they askin’ questions then you ain’t sayin’ nothin’

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Sidney Samson - Gimme Dat Ass Lyrics and Video (Ft. Pitbull & Akon)

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It’s a worldwide, Sidney Samson
Everybody knows, dj’s get down, dj’s make the world go round
I’m international baby, I just want you to know
It ain’t where I’ve been, it’s where I’m about to go
I don’t care about the fame, I don’t about the cash
I’m impatient baby, now give me dat ass

When the shit’s on the system, I got the energy for you
And your sister, matter of fact, when your cousin have a sister
And we can make this a family affair, oh yeah, oh yeah
No doubt I’m focus, no doubt they hopeless
Your legs they’re smoking, mami … opened up

I’m international baby, I just want you to know
It ain’t where I’ve been, it’s where I’m about to go
I don’t care about the fame, I don’t about the cash
I’m impatient baby, now give me dat ass
You know you like it girl, you know you like it girl
Now give me dat ass
You know you like it girl, you know you like it girl
Now give me dat ass

Look at all this money, too much ass and no stomach
Now what you got there for me
Every step chicks looking like they run it
She has the dance go go, by the way she bend down low low
I can tell she know know, exactly what to do

I’m international baby, I just want you to know
It ain’t where I’ve been, it’s where I’m about to go
I don’t care about the fame, I don’t about the cash
I’m impatient baby, now give me dat ass
You know you like it girl, you know you like it girl
Now give me dat ass
You know you like it girl, you know you like it girl
Now give me dat ass

When the …’s in the system, you already know big gonna get them
I’m worldwide playboy, and I’m a world wide playboy
Play with it, you know that it’s real
Run through them like the hammers on in Brazil
The world is mine, do sign, co die

I’m international baby, I just want you to know
It ain’t where I’ve been, it’s where I’m about to go
I don’t care about the fame, I don’t about the cash
I’m impatient baby, now give me dat ass
You know you like it girl, you know you like it girl
Now give me dat ass
You know you like it girl, you know you like it girl
Now give me dat ass

Just grab your purse, tell your girls goodbye
Looking like the … want a piece of the pie
Want a piece of the pie, wanta piece of the cake
Lick it off your thighs

I’m international baby, I just want you to know
It ain’t where I’ve been, it’s where I’m about to go
I don’t care about the fame, I don’t about the cash
I’m impatient baby, now give me dat ass
You know you like it girl, you know you like it girl
Now give me dat ass
You know you like it girl, you know you like it girl
Now give me dat ass

Everybody knows, dj’s get down, dj’s make the world go round
Everybody knows, dj’s get down, dj’s make the world go round.

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Gucci Mane - Trap Boomin Lyrics and Video (Ft. Rick Ross)

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Started out with blood money
50k in drugs on me
.. put thugs on me
Just pulled up in the club homey
We just put my thugs on it
Home boy gettin his mug on
Hey I wanna get my buzz on
Fuck around I’ll put my gloves on
Say no robbin how I eat
B.c 32 that’s my street
Brick squad runners 10 million deep
I’m tryin to sell 10 billion keys
Fuck what a bitch boy say to me
AKA I stay with me
Mac 99 not far away my dogs don’t even play with me
In my apartment 80 a piece
Stack a piece 80 g’s
Old skool dope rider front
Off set shots 73
You say he’s a traper pleas
I hang around with a gang of thieves
They prolly charge 200g’s then sell your ass a sack of leaves
Gucci mane fuck up the sound
Dead drunk like my uncle
Touch my brother dood n I’ll cock and shoot or cut your throat
Gucci mane fuck up the sound
Dead drunk like my uncle
Touch my brother dood n I’ll cock and shoot or cut your throat

My cookers made a 50 pack I ran strait threw it
Got numbers in my blow spot my trap house boomin talkin trap talk
Bitch I bet up with me talkin trap talk
I’m still in my trap house aka my blow spot
Got some meny chops and glock no need to keep the door locked
Bitch I’m talkin trap talk
Bitch I bet up with me talkin trap talk

55 white bricks fronted to me
23 thous 5h unit a piece
357 sit on top of the seats
Plus a air 15 ain’t far from my reach
Got a house on flat shore sell nothin but dro
Apartment on the crest ware I get all the blow
Went from pan to perform till 80s show
Now a 26 a shocks sit up unda the rows
A nigga think he playin with me betta play with his nose
Put a hole in his chest bout the size of a mole
I gota j that swing my door and I pay them in dope
I got cookers on my team that snort and I pay them in coke

My cookers made a 50 pack I ran strait threw it
Got numbers in my blow spot my trap house is boomin talkin trap talk
Bitch I bet up with me talkin trap talk
I’m still in my trap house aka my blow spot
Got some meny chops and glock no need to keep the door locked
Bitch I’m talkin trap talk
Bitch I bet up with me talkin trap talk

There’s not no one in the game with more swagger than this
Cause I can score with any hoe with just the flick of my wrist
Diamonds sittin on my finger cost ten bricks of the sniff
For this matchin cardia 20 bags of tha pills
You can talk n say your sick but I ain’t goin legit
Tryna think of the newest murder gonna drop him again
Flow harder than running water
Tatted up like Travis Barker
More swag than your baby father
Wrist colder than northan border
Lang gonna get you life in order
Squares don’t get no likin on
Have my goons out back and slaughter
Fuck around find you stinkin partner
Thesis diamonds in this bitch look like newvo on my fist
This shits with a twist so I keep a new bitch on my dick

My cookers made a 50 pack I ran strait threw it
Got numbers in my blow spot my trap house boomin talkin trap talk
Bitch I bet up with me talkin trap talk
I’m still in my trap house aka my blow spot
Got some meny chops and glock no need to keep the door locked
Bitch I’m talkin trap talk
Bitch I bet up with me talkin trap talk

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Gucci Mane - Super Cocky Lyrics and Video

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[Hook]
Super duper stupid cocky
My wrist super duper rocky
Rocky like the rocky mountains
Make it rain, water fountains
Damn she got a stupid body
I just popped a super Molly
Twin ferraris got em thinking
I’m down with illuminati
Say your sorry, beg your pardon
Gucci too I packed the garden?
Riding foreign, rocking Ralph Lauren
Call me Liberaci
Louie keychain and a wallet
Shoes and jeans and hat Versaci
Gucci mane so who can stop me
I can’t lie I’m super cocky

[ Verse 1 - Gucci ]
I got money in every pocket in my cargo
Pull up in a largo
Call me Gucci Fox ho
Sold so many deuces I should have a bar code
Pj to Las Vegas won a half a mil in Cosmo
Fucked so many bitches, dipped my dick in rolls gold
Suicide doors on the Rolce and you know that I had to go get the brain glow
They say Gucci Mane so hard for shouting loco
Never rapped the same flow
And never hit the same ho
Heard your nigga getting some money but he lame tho
Your boyfriends a rainbow
Baby that’s my logo
I’m the ruthless
I’m the crucialist
I put diamonds all in my crucifix
Y’all know how I do this shit
Treat a army bitch like a groupie bitch

[ Hook ]
Super duper stupid cocky
My wrist super duper rocky
Rocky like the rocky mountains
Make it rain, water fountains
Damn she got a stupid body
I just popped a super Molly
Twin ferraris got em thinking
I’m down with illuminati
Say your sorry, beg your pardon
Gucci too I packed the garden?
Riding foreign, rocking Ralph Lauren
Call me Liberaci
Louie keychain and a wallet
Shoes and jeans and hat Versaci
Gucci mane so who can stop me
I can’t lie I’m super cocky

[ Verse 2 - Gucci ]
Gucci mane make super profit
Your girlfriend is jocky jocky
I know what you read about me
I heard what you said about me
Bitches I’m gone feed them pigeons
Cuz I keep that bread around me
Same bitches and only me, this bitch is getting some head beside me
First I let her drive the car,
Then I let her ride the star
On a bra don’t own a bra
I swear that girl a porno star
Yo boyfriend got a loan-a-car
Ménage a troise, on my car
Stay stupid fresh I’m extra sharp
I swear he…,
On your break, lets go to lunch
Ate my boss like crunchy munch
Pull out clean I love to stunt
The backs the front, the fronts the trunk
Buy the paint despite the punch
Smoked out the pound, we crown the blunt
Scram if you ain’t serving grams
I still got what them junkies want

[ Hook ]
Super duper stupid cocky
My wrist super duper rocky
Rocky like the rocky mountains
Make it rain, water fountains
Damn she got a stupid body
I just popped a super Molly
Twin ferraris got em thinking
I’m down with illuminati
Say your sorry, beg your pardon
Gucci too I packed the garden
Riding foreign, rocking Ralph Lauren
Call me Liberaci
Louie keychain and a wallet
Shoes and jeans and hat Versaci
Gucci mane so who can stop me
I can’t lie I’m super cocky

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Gucci Mane - Kansas Lyrics and Video (Ft. Jim Jones)

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[Verse 1: Gucci Mane]
Shawty cooler than fan, but her man not needed
Got a real hot mama, she a stone cold freak
10 girls in my suite, brought sand to the beach
Got a nigga from the country, call two times a week
I’m in a red Maserati with some snow white seats
And when I skeet I try to aim it at her snow white teeth
Red bottoms on the wood, watchin’ the Hawks play the Heat
Brought the whole Bricksquad, 10 grand every seat
6 ounces and a liter that’s a dirty sweet tea
I’m a put this game on bad bitch that I meet
I’m a zone 6 king and my jeans got wings
I’m a rich girl’s fantasy, a poor girl’s dream

[Hook: Gucci Mane]
Hold up stop the track, let’s get some understandin’
I’m servin’ softball, I pitch underhanded
Your girlfriend said she like me but I’m too demandin’
Bitch shut the fuck up and take these 10 bricks to Kansas
My stash done got so big that I can’t rubber band it
My plug be speakin’ Spanish I can’t understand it
So stop the track my nigga let’s get some understandin’
Bitch shut the fuck up and take these 10 bricks to Kansas

[Verse 2: Gucci Mane]
Now I can’t dance a lick but look my diamonds dancin’
Rap or trap my nigga I’m a take my chances
I had a couple … didn’t go down how I planned it
I guess I fronted him too much, he couldn’t handle it
You disrespect the Squad then you get reprimanded
Blowin’ kush in the house, she smokin’ second handed
I got the whole pack sold ‘fo the pack landed
Chicken bags in the trap, call it hand to handin’
And you ain’t gotta shop with me that’s fine and dandy
Two ways, four nines call it Georgia candy
Cookin’ dope in Lou Vuittion cause I’m kinda fancy
I met your bitch at the bar, got her two shots of Brandy

[Hook: Gucci Mane]

[Verse 3: Jim Jones]
Hold up wait, let me explain
Half my niggas move ki’s of ‘caine
Jewish lawyers what we’ve attained
In my car’s where she give brain
Bought the … of Dorthy
Yellow road, sellin’ bricks
Big face, yellow wrist, drop top, hello bitch
Cut the shit, make sure that we see eye to eye
We got them birds and they don’t fly up in the sky
Bitch, and you gon’ take this trip to Kansas
And you gon’ get them bricks of dandruff
I wash the money like it’s Head & Shoulders
I watch the money like a deadly cobra
And hit my phone once you got the bricks
You hit the road you better hold it if you gotta piss

[Hook: Gucci Mane]

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Gucci Mane - Careless And Reckless Lyrics and Video (Ft. Future & Chill Will)

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[Intro:]
“Drumma Boy” [echoes] Ay yeah boyyyy, ay yeah [x2] (It’s Gucci! Unghh)

[Gucci Mane:]
Hey girl I’m tearin it up and they knowin that I had sex so much that I ain’t goin back
I blow stack after stack after stack after stack
At the rack everyday and they knowin that
Well I’m blowin that and I’m doin this
And my red flag got the haters pissed
Don’t reckless, this not a diss
This not a threat, this real shit
And don’t play me, cause ain’t no stoppin me
Ain’t no toppin me, and ain’t no robbin me
Cut the robbers outs, I brought the goons out
We reckless, we O.G.
On Acuras and they textin us
But who gives a fuck and who gives a damn?
I’m blood in and blood out on
Flat Shoals with big sand
And Waka Flocka, thanks Flocka Waka Two times, cause we two crimes
Two bloods and two rides with fo’ nines and gang signs So what’s up?
The pricety, I’m icey as iced tea
I’m the king of diamonds and the princess shinin
And all mine behind me

[Chorus: x8]
Let’s get reckless, let’s get reckless

[Cap:]
Oh yeah! Cap, I’m in beast mode
Hell yeah I’m on reckless
If you don’t like it pussy nigga come check this
Respect this or meet your death wish
There’s 17 bird on my necklace
I fuck with dem and they fuck with me
Don’t fuck with us, get the fuck from ’round
Cause I like to pop and we sucker free Reckless, reckless, e’rybody goin HAM
Don’t test this, cause if you do
That Smith & Wesson go blam, damn
Look what the fuck done happened
Just cause you heard that a nigga start rappin
That I’m worryin about the [?] pulled out
No toppin, no clappin, clear the whole scene
I’m smashin Bye, gone – boy you better catch up nigga
Get hit from your neck up nigga Nobody wan’ fess up, get your block up
Leave the whole scene full of ketchup nigga
They are wildin, on wildin, on ballin, they violent
I got the little man sydrome, get me in the end zone
Signin autographs who’s stylin?

[Chorus]

[Chill Will:]
Huh? Huh? Huh? Vacation in Miami, they say
I’m swag surfin
Your girl with ya she ain’t lookin but her ass flirtin
See I’m a classy nigga, a thousand dollar curtains
And I just made yo’ nigga mad cause his pocket hurtin
And I don’t mean I’m jackin off when I say
I’m chokin chickens I mean, when we rap on mo’ we call that chokin chickens
I got a talkin code, for all he knows it folds
Too buck to be on probation, too rich to be on parole
My dawgs love me on I’m on the mic talkin reckless
Stuntin, ballin, million dollar flexin
My dawgs love me on I’m on the mic talkin reckless
Stuntin, ballin, millionaire flexin

[Chorus]

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Nasri - Believe In Me Lyrics and Video

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i think about it when i wake in the morning
i dream about it when i sleep at night
its too powerful to ignore it
‘cause i want it so bad, so bad.
gotta keep myself together
‘cause this could be mine forever
and if i fall i will remember
that i can just get up and do it again.

‘cause as long as my heart is beating
and as long as i keep dreaming,
i will never stop believing
no matter where i go, what i do,
i will always believe in me, ohoh
believe in me, believe in me
believe in me, believe in me, believe in me, yeah
i will always believe in me.

it doesn’t matter if you’re six or sixty
it doesn’t matter if you’re black or white
it doesn’t matter your pocket’s empty
‘cause it all starts inside.
if the odds are up against me
i will not surrender gently
i will fight until i’m empty
and i will not give up ’til i get it right.

‘cause as long as my heart is beating
and as long as i keep dreaming,
i will never stop believing
no matter where i go, what i do,
i will always believe in me, ohoh
believe in me, believe in me
believe in me, believe in me, believe in me, yeah
i will always believe in me.

[instrumental break]

‘cause as long as my heart is beating
and as long as i keep dreaming,
i will never stop believing
no matter where i go, what i do,
i will always believe in me, ohoh
believe in me, believe in me (oh oh)
believe in me,(oh oh) believe in me,(oh oh) believe in me, yeah
i will always believe in me.

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Chris Brown - One More Time Lyrics and Video

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1:30 in the morning
uou’re blowing up my phone, telling me to come over
and you say,
you really need me to come closer babe,
and handle your body.
girl i’m right here to hold you down
slow it down and speed it up,
and girl i want you to scream,
baby come put your hair down for me.

[hook]
i-i know
i know, every time i’m with her, every time i’m with
every time i’m with her she gone break me off
i can’t wait to get her, i can’t wait to get
i know when i get her i’mma break her off.
i just can’t wait for you
so baby, please i need it more and more
baby, one more time
one more time.

girl you know you the shit tonight,
you gone get this d**k tonight, that’s right
know you’re mine.
and you can give me all of that lick tonight
i’m kissing both of your lips tonight
a nigga goin’ harder, harder
i know you a bad girl, and i need it
and that lame nigga just beat it.
ha, two girls off the bed, that’s two stains versace, they body
f**k ‘em with the rolie on & two chains, wait!

[hook]
i-i know
i know, every time i’m with her, every time i’m with
every time i’m with her she gone break me off
i can’t wait to get her, i can’t wait to get
i know when i get her i’mma break her off.
i just can’t wait for you yeah yeah
so baby, please i need it more and more
baby, one more time,
one more time.

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Robin Thicke - Top Of The World Lyrics and Video

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yeah robin thicke, you know how this goes!
come on come on,
now you feel like a pip, now you got everything you want
no wonder
come on come on
‘cause never give up, now you’re singing that song all summer.

i’m on top of world, top of the world
i’m on top of world, top of the world
i’m on top of world, top of the world
i’m on top of world, top of the world

she was a little girl, peaked on the school
yeah she has funny teeth, all the kids called her toothy!
years later when her mom got sick she did everything she could
but moma won’t …
she didn’t stop working different jobs,
that put it to community …
waitress, retail, hot dogs on the street
telling herself that it won’t end like this.
she the ball, she the ball, she the ball
you see her running you don’t know what the cause,
she the one with the smile on her face
‘cause she won’t give it…

come on come on,
now you feel like a pip, now you got everything you want
no wonder
come on come on
‘cause never give up, now you’re singing that song all summer.

i’m on top of world, top of the world
i’m on top of world, top of the world
i’m on top of world, top of the world
i’m on top of world, top of the world

and she will find love if she can…
somebody to hold her …
but she’s a little hard with the bros, she says goodbye goodbye
for it’s hello, hello
uh, before you say a word you better have a breath…

come on come on,
now you feel like a pip, now you got everything you want
no wonder
come on come on
‘cause never give up, now you’re singing that song all summer.

i’m on top of world, top of the world
i’m on top of world, top of the world
i’m on top of world, top of the world
i’m on top of world, top of the world

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50 Cent - Double Up Lyrics and Video (Ft. Tone Mason & Hayes)

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yeah
it is what it is son niggas can’t stand it
just my fifth rapper nigga been rounded by the planet
shawty said welcome to miami
a friend said welcome to miami
just easy got puffing the back yard
back to back porsche a nigga said hard
i love money nigga just dove money
..sacramental it’s your money
be nothing nigga i’m your puff
go hundred rack on a ..i told she want me
if i want the hoe i get the hoe and ..forget the hoe
let the hoe and be a hoe pimp
pay the grant, i’m a fly nigga ..about flashin
but you’re rollin nigga tell me nigga can you buy that
i’m the biggest nigga south side means is fake ..
i told em nigga suck a dick quick ‘cause i’m stretchin

hook:
i make you double up, flip flops and ..
i i i get it i got to get more
i make you double up, biggest ..
soon and badly ..maybe double up

hey ..get the big shwty the ice
i’ma show you how i do the shit
you think you know what i’m doing
but i know what i’m doing
we don’t ..the south of the boarder
with drug lugs
tryin put a harder in the drug wood
..jay z this is what happens when you disrespecting us
and cut em mother f*cker here right in front of us
that’s when i said i’m going back to cally
my man said he going back to cally
i know some ..i’m cool with
i’d rather come and slang and come to deal with this bullshit
‘cause i am gonna budge
pay me a dodge nigga ain’t no love
niggas know who they owe
my number ain’t changed bitch
front door bitch serve su when you ..quick
couldve put in the right chest close rain shit
watch you down slow let you know who you plan with
f*ck all that swear to god promise to brand shit i aint’ to ..
..i 50 they can’t shit
passengers sats they gonna say this
..we don’t drug the ..dealin we ..
before i say you played me i’m going to your house
and get killed there blow your f*cking brains out
you gotta bring your ass to get some
you gotta make cast to spit some
and i ain’t a victim of f*cker..

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50 Cent - I Aint Gonna Lie Lyrics and Video (Ft. Robbie Nova)

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is 50 nigga
i just wanna remind yu
i just wanna, you should shine your ass
and your boy for me you niggas be in a train station and ..
now you niggas rap
want a hand nigga mixtape
i want why you hang nigga a mixtape
you punk your ass nigga
now give me your mother f*cking tape nigga

hook:
i could take you to dinner girl but i aint gonna lie
i just wanna f*ck you baby
.. but i ain’t gonna lie, i just wanna f*ck you girl
said i could take you shopping girl, i aint gonna lie
i just wanna f*ck you baby
oh i could feel you ..up girl but i aint gonna lie
i just wanna f*k you girl

..to get to know you girl
so many things i wanna show you girl
succeed then i guess i owe you girl
louie vuitton movin on
for the sun comes up and the top comes down
tryin ..with the voice about
what do i ..extra claiming
james brown doing like a sex machine
got a hot real fetisch love this mean shit
sex roll rock’n’roll tryin sting bitch
then you stood and ..on my obama shit
money ain’t know telling how much i’ma get
big bars had a wood in the frenzy
f*ck around take a chain like ..
pop about take a.. of my fendy
catch me in prada or maybe escada
just another beautiful day and that a lay
and i’m in new york a professional shit talk
and uh i see nigga is stressing
and i’m straight so i’m guessing
i’ma puff to possesion

[hook:]

..take a little bit of my conversation and ..
to make you clip for shawty i’m that nigga in new york
shawty now lay down, put your head back i put your ..
when you back it up at me i like that
let me guess i’ll turn you on, i’ll turn you on
i turn you on i bet
we just getting started in everything soaking wet
this **sy good she aint worry about the ..
this p**sy must have ..on front
for me is nothing i’m just f*cking for the f*ck..
but shawty acting we just from another shit
can’t be it could be okay she’s good girl
attracted to em and ..in my world
temptated to ..when ..that will carry attention and ..

[hook:]

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