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French Montana - Pop That Lyrics and Video (Ft. Rick Ross, Drake & Lil Wayne)

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[Rick Ross]
Drop that pussy bitch

[Drake]
I’m some young Papi, Champagne
They know the face, and they know the name
(Drop that pussy bitch)
What you twerkin’ with?

Work, work, work, work, Bounce (x4)
What you twerkin’ with (x4)

[French Montana]
Work, work, work, work, work, work
What you twerkin’ with
Throw it, buss it open
Show me what you twerkin with
Ass so fun, need a lap dance
I’m in that white ghost chasin’ Pac man
Hundred out the lot, I be leaning thats a rock
Hundred large bring a mop
Cars tinted like Barack
Got a brinks truck in my pocket
30 chains on my collar
2 drops, no mileage
Top off like Wallace
And I’m hella smoke, bitch know that
Filthy rich before rap
Your new deal, I throw that
3 Benz I’m on that
We pop a molly, she buss it open
She seen it, got it, that pussy soaking

[Hook]

[Rick Ross]
I love my big booty bitches
My life a Godfather picture
Local club in my city
I fell in love with a stripper
Bitches know I’m that nigga
Talkin four door Bugatti
I’m the life of the party lets get these hoes on the Molly
You know I came to stunt
So drop that pussy bitch
I got what you want
Drop that pussy bitch
Feel me, feel me
This bitch want me to feel me
Ballin’, ballin’ like I play for New England
Spend it, spend it, spend a stack every minute
Thats 50, 100, I see no fucking limits
Shout out to Uncle Luke
Shout out my bitchs too
We the 2 Live Crew
2 for me, 2 for you
Feed them bitches carrots
Fuck ‘em like a rabbit
Sorry thats a habit
Smoke a spliff and then I vanish

[Hook]

[Drake verse]
I’m about being single, seeing double, making triple
I hope you pussy niggas hating never make a nickel
It’s good to make it better when your people make it with you
Money coming, money going, ain’t like you can take it with you
It’s about to be a hit right now, fuck back then, we the shit right now
Dropped ‘Take Care’, bought a muthafuckin’ crib
And I’m picking up the keys to the bitch right now
OVO that’s major shit, Toronto with me that’s Mayor shit
Gettin cheddar packs like KD, OKC that’s playa shit
We don’t dress alike, we don’t rap alike
I shine different, I rhyme different
Only thing you got is some years on me
Man, fuck you and your time difference
I’m young Papi, champagne
They know the face, and they know the name
Got one watch that could probably pay for like all your chains
And you’d owe me change, ah!
Greystone, 20 bottles that’s on me
On the couches, wildin’ out
Yelling “free my niggas” ’till they all free
One of my closest dawgs got 3 kids and they all 3
But we always been the type of crew that been good without a plan B

[Hook]

[Lil' Wayne]
Biiiitch, Stop talkin’ that shit
And suck a nigga dick for some Trukfit
Okay I fuck a bitch and I’m gone
That’s gangsta ass Capone
I make that pussy spit like bone
Talkin’ bout Bone, bone, bone, bone
I’m fucking wit’ French, excuse my French
I lose my mind before I lose my bitch
Money aint a thing but it’s
Bitch I ball like 2 eyelids
YMCM-beat that pussy up
Stop playin’, I make her ass scream and holla, like rock bands
I’mma beast, I’m off the leash
I am rich like a bitch
On my pro-active shit
Pop that pussy like a zit
I go by the name Lil Tunechi
Your girl is a groupie
And nigga, you’s a square
And I would twist you like a rubix
Motherfucker I’m on my skateboard
Watch me do a trick hoe
I’m 5′ 5” but I could 6-9
Then beat that pussy like Klistcko
It’s French Montana, fuck joe
It’s Weezy F, fuck hoes
It’s Truk the world
It’s Truk yo girl
It’s Trukfit by the truck load, biaaaatch

[Hook]

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Crooked I - Fuck U Pay Me Lyrics and Video (Ft. Twista & K-Young)

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Black diamonds, black mink and a black Cadillac yo
Look at Crooked I, now look at I
See how I pull up in the bitch I come up like I don’t seek a …
Sugar pie, don’t you wanna get up on the …
Lyricism, bad bitches with rhythm
And when it come to making the money, they only do …
All of the tricks be happy when they get up with them
On top of the world I could do a venus with them
… and the … trouble, I only wanna see them roll another kush
And all of my bitches is stick if you do not believe me
Then just take a look
Spending the money cause I got the hoe
And she look too fly on the try
Stay gripping like bishop cause quicker the twista
Is like super fly and …
And I know you … cause I’m telling these bitches to get on the pills
That they purses, it’s just a metaphor
Call me talking bout the way I pimp these verses

I tell her fuck u pay me,
No matter how much green I have
Bitch I never fill your bank account
Fuck u pay me, iiii, iiii
Bitch my dick is better than your pussy
I tell her fuck u pay me,
No matter how much green I have
Bitch I never fill your bank account
Fuck u pay me, iiii, iiii
Bitch my dick is better than your pussy

Oho, here we go,
Croo I’m bout to pimp me a hoe,
My dead beat pops …these jeans
The only thing he gave me since an embryo
Oho, there she go, now I’m bout to put her in a video
D boys give her then rubber bands stacks
Now I got dirty money like Didy though
I’m a clumsy robber, I’m a butter finger burglar main
I’ma drop that jewel, let me explain
I’ma fill your brain with game
But if you come lame, …that cool
I’m a god damn fool, I’ma lean my top pack and pop that tool
Get my gwap back you, know that I’m that dude
From a top max school, and I block that route
Remark tattoo
That’s cob, it means cash over bitches
Crippled… organized business
Circle of bosses, cartel of brawlers
Crossing out broads and we crossing over bridges
Help a nigga get rich and richer, do you get the picture
When the pimping hits you
I, I, got game from mister Twista,
He taught me how to rock like twister sister
I … your sister, put her on the block till she get some blisters
Put her on the map to the vixen and bitches fly
Put her on the track like she spitting …
The pimp game so … not it ain’t misogynist
It’s a metaphor to tell you that hip hop is my bottom bitch

I tell her fuck u pay me,
No matter how much green I have
Bitch I never fill your bank account
Fuck u pay me, iiii, iiii
Bitch my dick is better than your pussy
I tell her fuck u pay me,
No matter how much green I have
Bitch I never fill your bank account
Fuck u pay me, iiii, iiii
Bitch my dick is better than your pussy.

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Chevy Woods - MF’er Lyrics and Video (Ft. Wiz Khalifa)

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Everything gone me, run and tell ‘em that
Promoters booked a couple shows and I’mma get it back
And what I’m smokin’ on is so strong
Them niggas trippin’, tell ‘em it’s a wrap
Yea, I walk in stuntin’ like a movie double
With all my jewelry on I’m lookin’ like this how you hustle
50 in the pack, at night I swear I pray to God
Got off my knee, got dressin’, now me and my niggas ball
Huh, and these fuck niggas, they hate that
I just roll it up, light it, take a puff
Blow it in their face and say take that!
Who the fuck you kiddin’? You actin’ like a pussy
I’m the lobby elevator, bitch you goin’ up if you push me

Hook:
I’m hella paid and I’m hella faded
I ain’t save a shit, I’m blowin’ everything
I walk up in this motherfucker stuntin’ (stuntin)
I walk up in this motherfucker stuntin’ (stuntin)
Don’t get money with the niggas cuz I don’t trust ‘em
Spent a hundred for the chain but that ain’t nothin’
I walk up in this motherfucker stuntin’ (stuntin)
I walk up in this motherfucker stuntin’ (stuntin)

I’m lookin’ like a house and I ain’t even with a watch
This is all from rappin’, none of this come from the block
You know that money gettin’ so long
Can’t even front, you gotta bring it back
Whole clubbed packed and I don’t want your baby moms
but see on the floor, she screamin’ out that this her song
Yea, I pulled up yesterday in somethin’ clean
In about tonight I’m pullin’ up in somethin’ mean
Yea, you know me and the gang, we do it back to back
We just a bunch of rich motherfuckers and that’s a fact
I ain’t tryna hear about it if it ain’t ‘bout bread
Ain’t doin’ what you niggas doin’, what you doin’ there

Hook:
I’m hella paid and I’m hella faded
I ain’t save a shit, I’m blowin’ everything
I walk up in this motherfucker stuntin’ (stuntin)
I walk up in this motherfucker stuntin’ (stuntin)
Don’t get money with the niggas cuz I don’t trust ‘em
Spent a hundred for the chain but that ain’t nothin’
I walk up in this motherfucker stuntin’ (stuntin)
I walk up in this motherfucker stuntin’ (stuntin)

And what I’m smokin’ on is so strong

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Lloyd Banks - We Run The Town Lyrics and Video (Ft. Vado)

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My … is like the stars that please the night
The … makes the day, bright day…
Lights the way

Do you have any idea what you stumbled on?
Fuck chores 8 time the sun is on
I’m eating up and I’m out the pot
My style came from the suns …
Shine so great get the crowd shades
Mind get burned when the sun perform
On point cause you don’t get 2 mistakes
There’s …and apes, I’m jungle born
… to myself, 4 g’s in these belts
You cold freezing and I’m so …
Sitting on seasons, be stealth
Things at the game…this ain’t gonna feel
Now everybody popping shit cause I’m popular
Think I’ve just seen a binocular
Put me anywhere and I’ll stand out
Kick … the opera, figure I’ll bring at a throwback
But the bitch look mean and they jocking up
But I’m getting type and you know that
And I’m yelling out where the hoes at
Selling out of the Kodak
Tell them that … go back
Killing them…still be a legend but no plat
Million dollar my door mat
I get them with pulling my own raps
I’m chilling on something exclusive
On a south side, nigga hold that

Shout to my bishops, I got a million
Fuck all my haters, fuck how they feeling
My money is up, up to the ceiling
You buzzing back down, … kill a shit
We run the town, g’d up, put it down
We run the town, g’d up, put it down

Hey yo, my mask on like give me that
Max born, we empty that
Act wrong, we cut strong and max on
My fendi strap
4 door that Bentley flat
Like corns drop plenty racks
4 … you talk more than you snitching cats
Fuck …hungry…
Nigga you don’t know what they put me through
Should have gained from the block what I rock from the stoop
We will try to block…tryna copy remove
I get a … tool
Bossling, they call me Ross Thing
To save the … through Rolls Royces…

Shout to my bishops, I got a million
Fuck all my haters, fuck how they feeling
My money is up, up to the ceiling
You buzzing back down, … kill a shit
We run the town, g’d up, put it down
We run the town, g’d up, put it down.

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