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Lana Del Rey - Aviation Lyrics and Video

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Do you think I’m crazy
For considering aviation
I’m the fan of flying
Wanna do it for the nation
Cause I have nothing else to do
It’s summer but committed to you
Have a big degree in philosophy
But I don’t know what I wanna be

[Chorus]
So I’m going into aviation, yeah mom
I’m going into aviation, yeah dad
Going into aviation,
I’m going into aviation

Do you think I’m crazy, cause I’m up and living baby
Well I ain’t got nobody and I ain’t got no money baby
I feel high as I might tonight
So lean back and enjoy the flight
And the weather is clear yeah, nobody’s near
The future is … here

[Chorus]
So I’m going into aviation, yeah mom
I’m going into aviation, yeah dad
Going into aviation,
I’m going into aviation

Do you think I’m crazy
Cause I’m going to Pensacola
Where nobody knows me
Where someone could just start over, mhm
I’ll be alright in a month or two
Cause it’s warm there in the winter too
Think New York is great, I really like the state
But it’s time to be on my way

[Chorus]
So I’m going into aviation, yeah mom
I’m going into aviation, yeah dad
Going into aviation,
I’m going into aviation.

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Lana Del Rey - My Momma Lyrics and Video

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My momma wouldn’t say you were a nice guy
But you’re under 40 and you have a job
My momma wouldn’t say you was a good boy
But you’re making money
And you’re working hard so
I’m gonna take you out
I don’t feel like it’s wrong
Me and my momma, we don’t get along

My momma she would tell your hair was too long
But your hair exactly’s what I like the best
And my momma sure would tell you was a …
But I don’t know that…and you don’t pass the test
I’m gonna take you out
I don’t feel like it’s wrong
Me and my momma, we don’t get along

Oh baby, I’m standing so close, I can’t back down
You’re smiling and I know I’m over and done now
I am done now,
My momma say that it was wrong to see you
I lie just to meet you, I lie to get in
My momma sure would say that I … you
But that’s the only way I knew how to begin
So maybe you got your own problems
Who doesn’t?
I’m crazy, you’re addicted, we’re all of a sudden
My momma she would love you like I love you
If she ever met you, if she ever knew
My momma sure would fall right on top of you
If she’d ever saw you, she’d be smitten too
I’ll never take you home, I want you all for my own
Don’t let my momma hear your pretty song
I’m gonna take you out
I don’t feel like it’s wrong
Me and my momma, we don’t get along.

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The Darkness - Every Inch of You Lyrics and Video

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Baby I was a loser
Several years on the dough
An English man with a very high voice
Doing rock and roll

There are seas of sleeveless T-shirts
And cues around the block
And every man wanting so
Wants to do
Suck my cock

I’m in a band with my brother
And my two best mates
I never leave the house without my SM 58
Every inch of you
Oh you know I’m gonna work it
Every inch of you
Ai right!

I wanted to be a doctor
I wanted to be a vet
Until I heard communication breakdown
On a TDK D90 cassette
My entire adult life
Was spent defying the man
I got the whole arena
Eating out of my hand

Every inch of you
Oh you know I’m gonna work it
Every inch of you

I’ve attended my last lectures
Left in my last class
You can take your qualifications
And shove them uṗ your ass

Every inch of you
Oh you know I’m gonna work it
Every inch of you
Da-da-da-da-da-da-da
Every inch of you
Every inch of you

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Medina - Waiting For Love Lyrics and Video

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it’s like were connected, it’s like i’m infected.
saw you and expected something would go down.
this feeling’s electric, it came undetected,
like i’ve been selected and i don’t know how.

cause there’s something about you and me tonight,
there’s something do do got me feeling right.
cause you’re so magnetic, yeah i feel ecstatic.
i’m done wait and wait, i’m done

i’m done waiting,
i’m done, i’m done, wait, wait, wait
i’m i’m done waiting.
i’m done wait

chorus:
waiting for love, (i’m done) waiting for love, (i’m done)
waiting for love, (i’m done) waiting for love, (i’m done)
i’m good enough inside, caught up in the strobe lights
i wasn’t looking for somebody till i found you.
waiting for love,(i’m done) waiting for love, (i’m done)
waiting for love, (i’m done) waiting for love, (i’m done)
i’m good enough caught up in the strobe lights.
i wasn’t looking for someone till i found you.

no, my mind is made up,
and i just can’t say stop,
i’m dreaming can’t wake up, can’t turn around.
my hearts in a headlock, try moving but i’m stuck.
was all just a lie before you.


cause there’s something about you and me tonight,
there’s something you do got me feeling right.
cause you’re so magnetic, yeah i feel ecstatic.
i’m done waiting and wait, i’m done waiting for love,
waiting for love, waiting for love, waiting for love,
i’m good enough inside, caught up in the strobe lights.
i wasn’t looking for someone till i found you.
waiting for love, waiting for love,
waiting for love, waiting for love, i’m good enough caught up in the strobe lights.
i wasn’t looking for someone till i found you.

[chorus:]

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Alexandra Stan - Lemonade Lyrics and Video

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Sunny, happy with the music, no money
I'm taking you on holiday
Sipping your lemonade

Sunny, no money, holiday
Sipping your lemonade

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Colette Carr - Like I Got a Gun Lyrics and Video

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Come on make the mess of me,
You know I got the recipe
Cooking up … I keep it moving like a centipede
No I’m not a center piece, bitch what you looking at
Kisses to my enemies, kiss, kiss on your ass
Hey, hey, give me that, hey, hey, bring it back
Check the address, I’ma check it’s sent to me
Same place he’s sent to be
Cherry, cherry boom boom
All I see is clap clap, all I here is boom boom

This is what I’m used to, ah, ah
Uh, uh, hotches bending over backwards
Just to set the goose, goose
Same party, same shit, new dj, new boy
My life is harder than a bustier

Everybody put your hands up like I got a gun
Like I got a gun, yeah, like I got a gun
Everybody put your hands up like I got a gun
Like I got a gun, stop, like I got a gun yeah
Like I got a gun

Keep it coming, keep it coming
I got cases by the dozen
Picking up ideas, like the brain’s in the oven
With the recipe, whoop, whoop, recipe
Someone help me out and tell the fucking ninja enter please
Oops, I forgot to breathe, inhale, exhale, ah, let it be
Yo, yo, what what, skeezers in the back, yeah, bitches in the front
See, this is not a game this is just for fun
Wanna see you put your arms up like I got a what
Stop, drop, clap, clap, low, then bring it back
Now take your clothes off
Why? Cause I said so,
Shh, quite, … give that culo some besos

Everybody put your hands up like I got a gun
Like I got a gun, yeah, like I got a gun
Everybody put your hands up like I got a gun
Like I got a gun, stop, like I got a gun yeah
Like I got a gun
Stop, drop, clap, clap,
Stop, drop, clap, clap, low, then bring it back
Stop, drop, clap, clap,
Stop, drop, clap, clap, low, then bring it back
Everybody put your hands up like I got a gun
Like I got a gun, yeah, like I got a gun
Everybody put your hands up like I got a gun
Like I got a gun, stop, like I got a gun yeah
Like I got a gun
Everybody put your hands up like I got a gun
Like I got a gun, yeah, like I got a gun
Everybody put your hands up like I got a gun
Like I got a gun, stop, like I got a gun yeah
Like I got a gun
Stop, drop, clap, clap,
Stop, drop, clap, clap, low, then bring it back
Stop, drop, clap, clap,
Stop, drop, clap, clap, low, then bring it back
Everybody put your hands up like I got a gun, stop
Like I got a gun.

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Big K.R.I.T - Porchlight Lyrics and Video (Ft. Anthony Hamilton)

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yeah, baby leave the porchlight on
baby leave the porchlight on
baby leave the porchlight on
i can feel your pain through the phone
i promise not to stay too long
so leave the porchlight on

(verse 1: big k.r.i.t.)
i gotta get it while they giving good, get out the hood
i’m tired of the landlord tripping on us
my partner said he gotta play, heard it worked the other day
i’ve been home late because of business calls
don’t worry, hit me via text, ain’t no need to stress
gotta make some moves, i hate to leave you home longer
i know just how i did when you move between the sheets
while i’m in the streets thinking need to be at home
doing those i got you on the grind nigga
when i’m on the shine and you tell your boy i’m coming home
remember that you said that pussy mine
in that time you’d meet at the door with no panties on
and don’t be mad, playing hard to get
cuz you could cum ‘til your heart content
yea, i can feel your pain through the phone
i promise not to stay too long so leave the porchlight on

hook: anthony hamilton & big k.r.i.t.
i’m coming home, baby it won’t be long
i know you lookin’ fine cuz i have in mind to
say something good to you (something good to you)
it won’t be long (baby leave the porchlight on)
i’m coming home, coming home nice and strong
i wanna see them eyes when i surprise ya
i promise i won’t stay too long so leave the porchlight on

(verse 2: big k.r.i.t.)
back out on the road again
different city, in the studio, working on the floor again
i really wanna talk on the phone
shorty i gotta finish this song, it won’t be long
i took the presidential suite, they can’t on the beach
why you came for me?
diamond in the back, leather on the seats
louie on your frame, red bottoms on your feet
i mean the money can’t change how you feel right now
even harder cuz you bother once the sun goes down
wonder where i’m going after shows and such
don’t be listening to your friends cuz they talk too much
think i know just what we goin’ through, to make it right
i pray you understand this ain’t over night
i’ll be on the next flight on my way back home
i promise i won’t stay too long so leave the porchlight on

(hook)

(anthony hamilton & big k.r.i.t.)
i won’t take too long baby
i’m on my way baby (baby leave the porchlight on)
comin’ home
i wanna love you girl (baby leave the porchlight on)
you know i’m on my way (baby leave the porchlight on)
i can’t stay away too long.

(hook)

(outro:)
i won’t wait too long baby
why don’t you go on and flip that light on?
i wanna see me steppin’ up to the door when i’m gettin’ closer, closer baby yeah.

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Big K.R.I.T - Don't Let Me Down Lyrics and Video

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see, they wonder why we ride high
why we get high
shit, it’s just to get by
see, some days, sometimes, the world lets you down
and you can’t do nothing but fall
this is for y’all

hook:
don’t let me down
don’t let me down
don’t let me down
don’t let me down
(uh-uh-uh-uh-oh)
don’t let me down

(verse 1:)
see, we be going through some things
police hit the block and make it hard for us to hang
my girl bitch ‘cuz all i ever do is swing and bang
pourin’ up i swear my liver never be the same
a pint of hen’ll get me in, help to ease the pain
world fucked up and i can’t seem to leave the game
so i continue bending corners, bitches switching lanes
ain’t trippin’ on the sun, sometimes i’d rather feel the rain
get high to maintain, don’t let me down

(hook)

i made some things that i regret, but that’s just how it be
lost some friends, lost some money, but stay on my feet
i did all i could in my city so i have to bounce
i signed my deal and got more haters than i care to count
but i can’t fault them for their feelings ‘cuz i know the score
it’s hard to celebrate for others when you’re dying poor
so i keep rolling low-key, dolo, trying not to stunt
i crank my system ’til it’s clipping then i let it thump
put all my problems in my cup while i grip the wheel
there’s too much money to be had, i ain’t sitting still
a country boy trying to make these petty ends meet
i learned my lesson, can’t trust these niggas ‘cuz they envy
can’t stop no show, i’m about this dough, and that’s all i can say
thank god for everything, i coulda died like yesterday
make room for me in case my plane just ain’t meant to fly
i hope you feel if i fall from the sky, hollering out don’t let me die

(hook)

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Big K.R.I.T - LFU300MA Lyrics and Video

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do not be alarmed. you have activated a pre-recording. this is lfu300ma. to hear clearly, adjust volume to maximum velocity. thank you and enjoy

(verse:)
back one more ‘gain for all them players
natural women and mindframe elevators
ten toes down with this experimental south sound
dope up the lines enough to go around and around and around this world thrice over
ain’t nothing new under the sun back in ’05, i tried to told ya
we here 4eva in a day, can’t go back with this one way
take you to where the grass is much greener
putting in work for my redeemer
yea that’s the most high
i ain’t talking ‘bout blunts rolled
but like saved souls and warm welcomes at front doors

don’t let your problems weigh you down
don’t let them burdens slow yo pace
the quickest way from a to z is straight
on that narrow path, a road less traveled
so free yo mind and be one with time ‘cause that’s all that matters
not all that riff raff or random chit chatter
haters scatters like jacks do
don’t drop the ball unless you can pick up all the weight that a winner has to
don’t let the struggle outlast you
even if society outcasts you
stand strong in your belief
the mountain top ain’t hard to see
when you let god and let be
live from the underground!

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Big K.R.I.T - Cool 2 Be Southern Lyrics and Video

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we make it cool to be southern

(verse 1:)
okay i’m straight up off my grandmama porch
hollywood now, i took the southernized approach
collard green pockets but i southern fried the flow
candied yam drop with some cornbread to throw
play some… shit, keep the dank lit
we swang whips old schools like my paw-paw
you can’t get
now which motherfuckers said that we can’t pimp?
i hit ditches like switches, before the paint flip
i can’t be faded
the heart of king born in the 1980′s
for real, you never see a nigga like me lately
debonair, never scared, fred astaire when i carry a cadence
refrain for being lame, ho
i got a surefire way to give the game what it came for
a third coast nigga still bustin, stop frontin’ motherf*cker

hook:
we make it cool to be southern
i’m talking about the dirty south, folks with the grills in mouth
we make it cool to be southern
everybody wanna ball nowadays, but don’t nobody wanna get paid
we make it cool to be southern
get down if you wanna, crackin’ seals, blowin’ some mari-j-uana
we make it cool to be southern
return of 4eva all day, them country people feel what i say
we make it cool to be southern

(verse 2:)
let me take you down this country road
country flow, country foe, country fire
24′s on the caddy, type savvy
my paper ways never fade, i got ‘em from my grand daddy
old school, so smooth
the type of fresh that you can comb through
or you can cut it with a butter knife
and spread it on the brain of a dame for some change
but that’s only if you cut it right
off top my drop, rims chop, no cops, drink pop
lord knows i ain’t seen it with my
green lit, grain grip, bad bitch on my tip
and when she tell me, lord knows she don’t mean it
i been this way since i was knee high
to a grasshopper gettin’ money in my levis
i mean my jeans, pine-sol clean
bird’s eye view with my frame on lean

(hook)

get down, get down, get down with it
i’m talking about the dirty south, folks with the grills in mouth
i make it cool to be southern
return to 4eva all day, them country people feel wha

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Big K.R.I.T - I Got This Lyrics and Video

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[hook]
i got this here, i got this here, nigga i got this here
i got this here, i got this here, nigga i got this here
i got this here, i got this here, nigga i got this here
big backyard with a house on the hill
old school whip with some big ass rims

[bridge]
fuck these haters and fuck these hoes

[verse 1]
well i suppose niggas gon’ hate on me
well that’s cool
i got shows, getting money i can barely fold
cause that’s what i do
and ain’t nobody gon’ pimp k-r-i-t
yea, that’s how i feel
and them diamond niggas always rhyming ’bout
it’s against my will
and ain’t nobody gon’ check none of me or mine
in god i trust
if you think i’m out here tricking these hoes
you got me fucked up
and ain’t no playing in the south, turn a bad bitch out
when i grab my pipes
y’all niggas think this shit came oh so easy
it wasn’t over night, but

[hook]

[bridge]

[verse 2]
now i suppose i’m doing quite alright
ever since i blew
never worry about me or worry about mine player
worry about you
and ain’t nobody gon’ block my shine today
with the roof gone
i got a top notch bitch, you need something like this
but you gotta get your own
and ain’t nobody gon’ wreck this hard
when i’m traveling down the boulevard
now they hollering out “oh my god!”
cause they never seen rims this large
that’s country shit
well that’s cool cause i’m country, bitch
i never turn my back, i burn on wax
and stack my cash ’til i’m country rich, cause

[hook]

[bridge]

[verse 3]
i got this here, i got this here
chevys on that chrome
live and in my zone
’til a player gone
i got this here, i got this here
doing it how i feel
doors open for hoes
haters in my grill
i got this here, i got this here
diamond in the back
slamming on these doors
trunk beat ’til it crack
i got this here, i got this here
get it how i live
smoking on that good
cracking on my seal

[hook]

[bridge]

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Big K.R.I.T - Money On The Floor Lyrics and Video (Ft. 2 Chainz, 8Ball & MJG)

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[verse 1: big krit]
is it me or is it something about a car
that makes a bad bitch get freaky fuck like porno stars?
or maybe it was that chrome that keep a bopper in the zone
but either way she hit my phone like she can’t leave me lone
and that there just keeps happening, the limit on all this rapping shit
10 out of 10 she dying to fuck, that’s just what my average is
slab and chassis lavishly with cabin digi-dash in it i’m an advocate
chromed out wheels if you hop in here you might jet lag a bit
i’m passionate about everything that i want, i do what it do and y’all don’t
i put the whole world in my trunk, let it bump
check the stars out when i ride, dodgin’ potholes with these tires
hopping lanes, swang and bang in a ‘stang so let me by
cuz i got–

[hook: big krit]
money on the floor
lighters on the dresser
drop my top, no one can do it better
diamonds and the leather
wood and the chrome
bopping ass hoes just won’t leave me alone

[verse 2: 8-ball]
she call me big baby, i got my guccis on
black on black, head to toe, smelling like prada cologne
feeling like big pimping, inhale, exhale
good green, thick lean, give them bitches x pills
cocaine make them get so loose on them tequila shots
every time i do it i regret it, the bitch just can’t stop
now she’s dancing on the table, skirt done went up to her navel
niggas throwing money at her, shit i can’t be mad at her

[verse 3: mjg]
you bring the girl to me then i’mma bless her, yessir
25 lighters on my dresser, yessir
my bitch on the block with some money on her mind
a pistol in her purse and a heart full of grind
i’m pimp type mj, drop my top, light that dro
hand on the wood with the pedal on the floor
forever get dough and i’m clever on the ho
still get vetted man, never be a scary man
my dna is all ike turner, eddie king

[hook]

[verse 4: 2 chainz]
25 lighters, 25 cyphers
went to jail and shared a cell with a 25-to-lifer
stayed at my grandma house with 25 bibles
stayed in the trap house with like 25 rifles
drop my top and i dip dip dip
but if i pop my trunk you better duck, don’t sniff
chrome lips on the vehicle look like they blowing kisses
reel them hoes in, it look like i’m going fishing
okay this how i ride, two bad hoes inside
one ho say she ready, the other ho said she tired
i’mma drop this other ho off, me and the other ho we gon ride
all jokes aside i’m the get money poster

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Big K.R.I.T - My Sub (Part II) Lyrics and Video

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[hook]
i still got my sub ho (ho)
i still got my sub ho (ho)
i still got my sub ho (ho)
i still got my sub ho (ho)
i still got my sub ho (ho)
i still got my sub ho (ho)
i still let my trunk knock til the tape pop
my rims chop chop while my bass knock
(nigga wut?)
i done cut up my bang and shook up the stars (nigga wut?)
(nigga wut?) (shook up the stars)
i done cut up my bang and shook up the stars (nigga wut?)
(nigga wut?) (shook up the stars)
i done cut up my bang and shook up the stars (nigga wut?)
(nigga wut?) (shook up the stars)
i done cut up my bang and shook up the stars (nigga wut?)
(nigga wut?) (shook up the stars)

[verse 1]
young krizzle i’m back again
old school and i’m backin’ out
country boy still rep that rep that
hit the bass and i’m actin’ out
on the ave with a bad bitch stackin’ clouds
show a pimp what that ass about
in the parkin’ lot deep while the whole world sleep
pourin out hennessy ’til i’m passin’ out
gotta keep my eyes open cause i heard that five scopin’
for the car with the big ass sub and the top chopped off, so i drive slowly
fuckin’ bangin’ in the back wood like a lac’ should with the lights bright, windows tinted
stopped at the gas station for a bag of chips
a fountain drink and some peppermints just to freshen up
shawty say she down to fuck
but we gotta make a move cause it’s after 2
and her man is the type to bust, she frightened of em’ but i ain’t though
now she wonder what she came for
but i ain’t trippin’ no place, i ain’t even gonna flip
over another nigga bitch, move over to the next

[hook]

[verse 2]
(i still got my sub ho) jammin’ on that drug flow
king kong’s in my trunk, in a fight with my thump, better let my sub go
shawty in the front seat proceed to get high as fuck
she ain’t worried ’bout her man no more
hell, he don’t know how to treat his ho
that nigga never ever slam no doors
i thought i saw some light but i’m trippin’
i gotta bust this right ‘fore i miss it
i hit the super 8 because it’s super late and she know the way and i dig it
all in my ear, have no fear, says she wanna fuck with me
well, i told ‘er that’s all good while she grip my wood but a pimp don’t fuck for free
she laughed and answered her phone, i swear it’s 3 in the morn’
like who could that be, she looked at me like he won’t leave me alone
well thats a damn shame, he don’t know my name and i ain’t got no time wit’ yo folks
lets just get this room and do what we do and be up out this thang around 4

[hook]

i still got my sub ho

[outro]
krit: yo shawty, just lock my door and get out
girl: alright baby, i got you
krit: aye wally, what’s good boy?
girl: you always on your phone
krit: boy, i’m at this super 8 right across the street from where you live at boy
wally: thats what it is man
krit: yeah man, this shit bout to go down man, shawty bad as fuck
wally: aye man, just be careful out there man
krit: yea i’m play it same man, don’t worry bout it man. for real, i got you. aye aye hold on
jacker: boom, motherfucker
girl: i thought ya’ll said ya’ll wasn’t gone hurt him
jacker: bitch, shut the fuck up
jacker: open the trunk. lets get this motherfucker sub

last night my dj saved my life
last night my dj saved my life
last night my dj saved my life
last night my dj saved my life
my life, my life

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Big K.R.I.T - Yeah Dats Me Lyrics and Video

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[hook]
yeah dats me, yeah dat, yeah dat, yeah dats me, yeah dats me
yeah dats me, yeah dat, yeah dat, yeah dats me, yeah dats me
yeah dats me, yeah dat, yeah dat, yeah dats me, yeah dats me
who dat getting money? ay, who dat getting money, shawty?

[verse 1]
ok, i wake up fresh, get up fly, drape myself, pimp my ride
hit that slab, throw some gold, making shawty get down on the floor
i’ma have to show my ass, ride on glass, pump my brakes, [then i’m mad?]
pop my trunk, then i flash, a nigga wanna try to act bad
we don’t wanna play no games
fuck with lames, trick on hoes, that won’t change
caught my lane, swang and swerve, i gotta watch out for the curb
we don’t really play that, play that, yea! yeen bout that, bout that, no!
then don’t come round, come round, here! cause we’ll let them, let them, go!

[hook]

[verse 2]
ok, i jump out fresh, shine all day, rep my hood, rep my state
spot a little bad chick around my way, and holler out let’s get paid
always been about my grind, bout my bread
don’t like haters and i don’t like feds
don’t like shawties that tease all day like they won’t give a real nigga head
peep this game just to get this dough
throw it in the air when you hit this floor
yea that’s me sitting on chrome feet
maybe when you couldn’t see when i crept up slow
watch yo head when i open my door, grab yo parachute then let’s go
dark in the club with a pimp on glow, everybody saw me take yo ho like…

[hook]

[bridge]
ay, balling, crawling, slamming doors! (yeah dats me, yeah dats me)
be a pimp tight player like i’m supposed! (yeah dats me, yeah dats me)
cuz my trunk on slam and my wrist on glow! (yeah dats me, yeah dats me)
who dat getting money? ay, who dat getting money, shawty?
i’m like show me where them dollars at (yeah dats me, yeah dats me)
? shopping bag (yeah dats me, yeah dats me)
you ain’t spending then don’t holler back (yeah dats me, yeah dats me)
who dat getting money? ay, who dat getting money, shawty?

[hook]

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