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Prince Sole - Skit #1 Diana Wehbe Lyrics and Video

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'Skit #1 Diana Wehbe' Lyrics - Prince Sole
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Warrup it's Diana Wehbe
And this is my boy Prince Sole
Warrup Prince
Wait, that's weird
Warrup Sole!?
I don't even..see if I call you prince it's cool, I like saying prince
But then I feel weird because all I think is ..1999, I feel weird, it's awkward
Ahh, the life of a prince
Anywho.. either way the ladies love him
Doesn't matter,
So I guess there's no better time to say
There's no occasion needed..
To show love to Prince so..
YA KNOW WHAT I'M SAYIN'?! AAWWWW
One time for the west though, TURN UP

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Prince Sole - Skit #1 Diana Wehbe



Filter - What Do You Say Lyrics and Video

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'What Do You Say' Lyrics - Filter
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Do you really care?
It’s not like it matters anyway
What’s going to happen here
We’ll laugh about her all day

Hey hey
What do you say
It doesn’t really matter
Cause it’s all the same
Hey hey
What do you say
Just gonna blame us anyway
Hey hey
What do you say
It doesn’t really matter
Cause it’s all the same
Hey hey
What do you say
Just gonna blame us anyway

Everything goes down
It’s all gonna seem like a waste of time
Nothing is so special
’cause theyre just chemicals in our minds
Hey hey
What do you say

Hey hey
What do you say
It doesn’t really matter
Cause it’s all the same
Hey hey
What do you say
Just gonna blame us anyway
Hey hey
What do you say
It doesn’t really matter
Cause it’s all the same
Hey hey
What do you say
Just gonna blame us anyway

What do you say
What do you say
Tonight these favorite memories
We get to give our lost great sweet good byes
You just gotta mean it
You just gotta se it
How can we not believe
When we look straight in your eyes

Hey hey
What do you say
Hey hey
What do you say
Hey hey
What do you say

Hey hey
What do you say
It doesn’t really matter
Cause it’s all the same
Hey hey
What do you say
Just gonna blame us anyway
Hey hey
What do you say
It doesn’t really matter
Cause it’s all the same
Hey hey
What do you say
Just gonna blame us anyway

What do you say
What do you say

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Rudimental - Give You Up Lyrics and Video

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'Give You Up' Lyrics - Rudimental
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(Verse)
Feeling like it’s all been pointless
I keep holding on
Every day’s an uphill battle
I believe you’re the one

(Bridge)
Everybody says
That you’re no good for me
But I don’t care what they say
‘Cause you’re everything that I can’t be

(Pre-Chorus)
I can’t give you up and put you down
My friends say you put your love around
Can’t give you up no matter what I do
My happiness depends on you

(Chorus)
I’d give you up but it would break my heart
Rather dies than be apart
Can’t give you up, can’t give you up
Can’t give you up, I can’t give you up

Spent my day
I can’t give!
Spent my day
I can’t give!

(Verse)
Baby we can be together
We keep holding on
Every time you smile I know you’ll
Always be the one

(Bridge)
Everybody says
That you’re no good for me
But I don’t care what they say
‘Cause you’re everything that I can’t be

(Pre-Chorus)
I can’t give you up and put you down
My friends say you put your love around
Can’t give you up no matter what I do
My happiness depends on you

(Chorus)
I’d give you up but it would break my heart
Rather dies than be apart
Can’t give you up, can’t give you up
Can’t give you up, I can’t give you up

Spent my day without you
I can’t live without you
Spent my day without you
I can’t live without you

Spent my day
I can’t give!
Spent my day
I can’t give!

I can’t give you up, give you up, give you up
I can’t give!
I can’t give you up, give you up, give you up
I can’t give you up
I can’t give you up, give you up, give you up
I can’t give!
I can’t give you up, give you up, give you up
I can’t give you up

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Rudimental - Alien Bashment Lyrics and Video

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This is a movement like the youth
The young people of the day saying
Guess what Mister Gop I’ve got no voice, no kalitra, no leadership
This is what this is about
And if we don’t take it serious
Do you know where it’s gonna escalate?

This is the youth’s to reciting em so guess what
These people can get really down
Then why can’t we talk people how we feel
Look up what you’ll see today
You’re not seeing in one heavy, you seen it right all for longer

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Rudimental - Solo Lyrics and Video (Ft. Ella Eyre & Mark Crow)

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Gotta tell them how
And they down now
Where you are?
Who you are?

You’re going down loud
Let me go now
Where you are?
Who you are?

It’s all out
And you’re down now
Where you are?
Who you are?

You’re going down loud
Let me go now
Where you are?
Who you are?

You’re too cool to love me
You’re too cool to love me back
You’re too cool to love me
You’re too cool to love me back
You’re too cool to love me
You’re too cool to love me back
You’re too cool to love me
But it’s cool, I don’t mean that that that that that
No, I don’t mean that that that that that, no

Now I’m gonna say at all and all
And now I can feel it and say
You know I’m gonna feel er, no?
But I can’t feel to see you go

Because you know right then
And you hold it back
You know I did it, did you on the inside
A dop tu tu ru tu ru tu
You don’t know, yea

Because you want me more than you say my name
And you wanna take it and you walk away but
Me, I know
I know

You’re too cool to love me
You’re too cool to love me back
You’re too cool to love me
You’re too cool to love me back
You’re too cool to love me
You’re too cool to love me back
You’re too cool to love me
But it’s cool, I don’t mean that that that that that
I don’t mean that that that that that
It’s cool, I don’t mean that that that that that
Don’t mean that that that that that
Cool, I don’t mean

Uh uh uh uh uh….

(You should like beatboxing over it
You should like the beatbox
Do a little beatbox on that)

You’re too cool to love me
(… Beatbox, beatbox)

You’re too cool to love me
You’re too cool to love me back
You’re too cool to love me
You’re too cool to love me back
You’re too cool to love me
You’re too cool to love me back
You’re too cool to love me
But it’s cool, I don’t mean that that that that that
I don’t mean that that that that that
I don’t mean that that that that that
I don’t mean that that that that that

And you say before
And you say you want it
Yea yea
And you say before
And you say before
And you say yea

Because you want me baby then you want me back
You want me baby, then it don’t mean, no
Let it out oh, let it out
Let it out oh
Let it out, let it out
Don’t let me dig it, didn’t hold me back
You said you won’t, I say I goes

You’re too cool to love me
You’re too cool to love me back
You’re too cool to love me…

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King Los - Sky Is The Limit Lyrics and Video (Ft. Fantasia)

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'Sky Is The Limit' Lyrics - King Los (Ft. Fantasia)
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(Verse 1 – Los)
I was the freshest nigga in Nautica, fiending to rock Versace
Bumpin’ Nas in the Maxima, dreamin’ of Maseratis
Before I started to shine with this thing that I got inside me
I simply was improvising what scheming would not provide me
Demons that tried to block me, they don’t like me, amen
If great minds think alike, it’s less likely, relent
I’m into small fancy cars, large pretty homes
Dinner with Mary Blige, Sean Diddy Combs
And we gone ’cause the money don’t stop here
Millionaire jokes ’cause it’s funny how we got here
Laughing at my haters, no regards, no sentiments
I go so hard, and your heart’s so venomous
In love with the flossing, I ball so intimate
I’m so full of flow, how is God so generous?
Imagine they could deprive me
Now I actually master adjectives that describe me

(Hook – Fantasia)
Sky is the limit so you know that you keep on
Just keep on pressing on
Sky is the limit so you know that you can have what you want, be what you want
Sky is the limit so you know that you keep on
Just keep on pressing on
Sky is the limit so you know that you can have what you want, be what you want
Have what you want, be what you want

(Verse 2 – Los)
I was only 16 when finding my heart was bitter
Robbed of my happiness and deprived of a father figure
Not knowing stripping me down was you revealing the flaws
Not comfortable being broke, and too familiar with loss
Walking through the dangers of aiming with my devotions
Harnessing my anger, a stranger to my emotions
Now, tell my jeweler to do me another bezel
Bigger and better, in constant pursuit of another level
I put my foot to the pedal, push the Porsche to the limit
Used to post on the block, 100 points on the pivot
I’m just being specific, it run its course when you live it
I know niggas that got knocked with 100 joints in the Civic
I made a choice in my situation
Gained fortune, and now I’m the voice of my generation
It’s like the whole world playing whatever I say
And I just kneel down, put both hands together and pray

(Hook – Fantasia)
Sky is the limit so you know that you keep on
Just keep on pressing on
Sky is the limit so you know that you can have what you want, be what you want
Sky is the limit so you know that you keep on
Just keep on pressing on
Sky is the limit so you know that you can have what you want, be what you want
Have what you want, be what you want

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King Los - We Ain’t The Same Lyrics and Video (Ft. Twista & Tank)

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(Bridge)
Shed a lot of blood and cried a lot of tears just to get a nigga here
You’re the employee of the month but I’m the man of the year
Might breathe like me but can’t see like me, court vision for the game
Finally this point just to prove this point that we are not the same

(Hook)
We are not the same, we are not the same
(We’re not the same)
We are not the same, we are not the same
(We’re not the same)
We are not the same, we are not the same
(We’re not the same)
We are not the same, we are not the same
(We’re not the same)

(Verse)
King Los ah
Dear pops, I had a dream and you appeared in it twice
You were near to me, and you were here with advice
Your view is clear and precise, fewer pears in my life will pursue the fears that they felt
And you appeared to be right
You told me never way ‘cause the way that I would abandon
Will hit the ground til it’s shaking, then crack and create a canyon
In other words this world is my canvass so paint freely
But paint freedom ‘cause this here’s so deep that you can’t free me
Before you faded you stayed evasive, an alcoholic
Inside my heart, well just haunt me or hall me until I’m honest
Honestly I am on it, on it, be on the comet
The comet beyond the stars, startin to really vomit
To seek inscriptions in scriptures, my shit’s equipped with this gift
And this quickened wisdom my vision, vision livin in rhythm
Different from niggas triggered by trickery in the prison
Your answered wishing was given and faded off in the distance like

(Bridge)
Shed a lot of blood and cried a lot of tears just to get a nigga here
You’re the employee of the month but I’m the man of the year
Might breathe like me but can’t see like me, court vision for the game
Finally this point just to prove this point that we are not the same

(Hook)
We are not the same, we are not the same
(We’re not the same)
We are not the same, we are not the same
(We’re not the same)
We are not the same, we are not the same
(We’re not the same)
We are not the same, we are not the same
(We’re not the same)

(Verse)
Wuddup Los? Twista
To live the life I live, my soul is matching perfect
Just check how graphic the verses, the others gon scratch the surface
I’m ugly as half the per vics
We’re getting snatching purses
Fuck bitches with matching purses,
Put niggas in matching hearses ah
Be different but it really kinda weighs
And it’s why I gotta let you know about you
Used to be up on the block with a wolf
When I see a nigga pull up on the block, let’s shoot
What you lookin at the shock and the proof?
Witness how we are so different
You happy with what you got, I see more then go get it
Yea, why you say if you read you’d notice
I’d never settle for less, I look for ulterior motives
A confident kind but pop his collars for real
Just call a congressman but Nostradamus
With Glock and dollars and bitches
I’m as ambitious as I can be
Spin the vinyl right back, with a backpack and a fast sack
In the backpack with a backpack, never gonna look at things
Everybody never knew I’m in another universe
I’mma never be the image of another one
Know some twisted nigga, light up
Let’s smoke another one, get another one

(Bridge)
Shed a lot of blood and cried a lot of tears just to get a nigga here
You’re the employee of the month but I’m the man of the year
Might breathe like me but can’t see like me, court vision for the game
Finally this point just to prove this point that we are not the same

(Hook)
We are not the same, we are not the same
(We’re not the same)
We are not the same, we are not the same
(We’re not the same)
We are not the same, we are not the same
(We’re not the same)
We are not the same, we are not the same
(We’re not the same)

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King Los - My Biz Lyrics and Video

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(Intro)
Yo
Los
Big Dot
You got one Biggie
I need 50 racks for this
Hello, ayo

(Verse)
Yo, yesterday I got a call from Pac
Say what you doin? So you doin me
Shit wutchu doin? You said makin a plan
I said a plan for who? You said you and me
Most money, most swag, might as well shut this bitch down
And fuck them haters when I hanged up
Tell em kiss yo ass cuz you rich now
Say your crew ain’t nothing, dudes ain’t stuntin
On a brick in my city, do the 2-lane poppin
I’m attracting my city then my crew ain’t jumping high
What? When? Where? Nigga who ain’t comin
Flexin, we never lay em out
My clique brought that fly shit
And the best thing that ever came out yo bitch mouth was my dick
Hell no, no hoe, don’t bust no peep
Niggas better catch up like a condo
And I’m fly as hell, don’t start no shit
See my YSL’s cost condo whip
Man my money so good and my clique so bad
And my Rollie don’t tic and my bitch gon nag
And you just don’t swag like me, my God
Automatic swag, I need not try
So you never seen no boy that clean
Better cuff that bitch, that joy, nice jeans
We be on it, so you better lick that nigga
Catch me in the section with all the support yea nigga
You’ll be the freescaler, packs well nigga
Got rackets, heat, Porsche no

(Bridge)
Boy we ball up in the club
Gangsta she’s gosh woah
Be like that, what’s happenin in my Jeep?
Man you tryna blow dough on my bitches
You know, swinging through the block in a brand new 2 door
Rolling slow with them bitches
Probably got models over here, bottles in the air
Blow a joint with my niggas
Homie I grind, I sign and I mind my business

(Hook)
I mind my business
My business, my business
I mind my business
My business, my business
What? What they say bout me?
Fuck what they say bout me
If it ain’t bout money then it ain’t bout me
If it ain’t bout money then it ain’t bout me
I mind my business

(Verse)
My new thing and I get my Liu Kang on
But with 2 chains and I got 2 chains on
Got the Loubuitons on these groupie broads
Drop top, gut’s off like a sushi bar
I don’t trip motherfucker, I don’t choose yo broad
She make a wish ‘cause you lookin up to the stars
Couple bottles, few cigars
At the green light, tackle when she shoot for part
I gotta lose yo part, I gotta go ahead
I got a old Chevy, new wheels
I got a old plan to get new money
Oh you mad I got a new deal?
A few pills and she go off
Like her 2 heels and her choose will
I mean after all I do rappin boy
You know Meek Mill? Lou Win
I’m gonna wrap one ball, get a wrappin ball
Like JFK when I grab the ball
They can’t play me, I’m all nets like Jay-Z’s basketball team
King Los, shot good like I could’ve played for the Metz
I’m King Los and I’m so good that I could’ve stayed with the cash
And just the broad broad, niggas get yo pompoms
I’m sippin Sean Dom and my sneakers Sean John
Fit my block then it fit me then they get it gone gone
That’s my homies and the feds and my niggas long gone
No flash round me, baby get strong arm
Move your arms strong ‘cause my niggas shoot like Armstrong
Standing on the couch and we blowin strong strong
Ye ain’t getting no money, that’s fuckin much wrong

(Bridge)
Boy we ball up in the club
Gangsta she’s gosh woah
Be like that, what’s happenin in my Jeep?
Man you tryna blow dough on my bitches
You know, swinging through the block in a brand new 2 door
Rolling slow with them bitches
Probably got models over here, bottles in the air
Blow a joint with my niggas
Homie I grind, I sign and I mind my business

(Hook)
I mind my business
My business, my business
I mind my business
My business, my business
What? What they say bout me?
Fuck what they say bout me
If it ain’t bout money then it ain’t bout me
If it ain’t bout money then it ain’t bout me
I mind my business

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King Los - Hard Life Lyrics and Video

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(Hook)
My nigga just came home, went right back to the block
Said he needed some love, new connect and a glock
My nigga just came home, went right back to the block
He said he needed some love, new connect and a glock
We bout that life that we live, show you what hustling about
We get em in, break em down, we break em down, ship em out
We bout that life that we live, show you what hustling about
We get em in, break em down, we break em down, ship em out
Man all we know is hit it, chop a bag and flip it
Put me in that kitchen, watch me whoop it and remix it
All we know is get it, all we know is get it
Put me in that kitchen, watch me whoop it and remix it

(Verse)
Play the shit, just play your shit
Haters pissed, say the shit
Ain’t true but it is nigga, all shit what it is nigga
You don’t wanna be a obstacle, I’m colossal
You a fossil, I’m fossil fuel
My 2 shoes done seen hostile views
My 2 eyes don’t watch the news
Watch is new, times have changed
I arrived, times of pain, $ signs
How I grind, the sun should shine, like every day
Every way that I could, I done tried, I done cried
Through the pain, fuck the world
Do your thang!

(Hook 2)
My nigga just came home, went right back to the block
He said he needed some load, new connect and a glock
Found a bitch that was with it, he pop them bands out the spot
That’s the city we from, we go hard off the top
We bout that life that we live, show you what hustling about
We get em in, break em down, we break em down, ship em out
We live a hard life, we live a hard life
Man all we know is get it, chop a bag and flip it
Put me in that kitchen, watch me whoop it and remix it
All we know is get it, all we know is get it
Put me in the kitchen, watch me whoop it and remix it

(Verse)
Put my gorilla niggas on you, claiming you the realest with it
You don’t even fill a nigga quota
Before they put it on the corner,
My niggas might test it out, stretch it out, hit it with the soda, oh!
Get the folks called, turn it down a little
We gonn get up off the corner while they rollin round a little
My nigga had a stash full of cash, crack in the bag in the crack of his ass
When the crack is at past, we coming to the Lac full of hunheds
I was like fuck it’s clean, man do your fucking thing
He said fuck with me, when you fuckin with his money
Bitch you fuck for free,
But ain’t nothing free, not even my niggas
Sometimes I wonder how naive is my niggas
Cause even my niggas come back with these rumors
Like losers assuming I’m leaving my niggas
Instead of applauds, or somebody wishing me better regards
For me overcoming the better of odds
And beating them up on the letterman cards
I outclass you, I bring young cashes out
And I’m cashing out, Los to pull a nigga classes out

(Hook 2)
My nigga just came home, went right back to the block
He said he needed some load, new connect and a glock
Found a bitch that was with it, he pop them bands out the spot
That’s the city we from, we go hard off the top
We bout that life that we live, show you what hustling about
We get em in, break em down, we break em down, ship em out
We live a hard life, we live a hard life
Man all we know is get it, chop a bag and flip it
Put me in that kitchen, watch me whoop it and remix it
All we know is get it, all we know is get it
Put me in the kitchen, watch me whoop it and remix it

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King Los - Pay Up Lyrics and Video

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(Intro)
It ain’t just about the money
It’s nothing
Ayo what it’s about?
It’s about fuckin those skeezers like that right there
‘Cause if I’m sorry you fly ass clothes
And it’s never gonna be about nothing
Told you bout a nigga like me

(Verse)
Hey yo that shit it's getting critical
You niggas getting pitiful
Thinking minuscule
I think they think I'm in the school
No, I’m in the school and these foolish niggas who bend the rules
If you don’t want the ceiling to cave in you gotta bend the roof
Bend the truth to make a straight liar out of crooked nigga
In my hood and BK’s buckin but I ain’t a Brooklyn nigga
Look here nigga
You girl look here ‘cause this the look here nigga
It's magic
You get no looks here nigga
No, it's magic
You get no looks, here nigga
The pebble’s in the pond, only on yo first ripple
I’m Jordan’s first dribble, Larry Burr’s first triple
I beyond you niggas, a bionic rider
I’m tiger with the ion, the eye on the tiger
An icon nigga, hickin on the sun
Snappin early like I told my niggas, hike it on the on, hut
And before you get a hut 2
I’ll hunt you down and even show em that you’re hut too
Speaking of hustle, your bitch just get to the loose balls
Took er to see Jaws 2 and she gave me them 2 jaws
But my man gave me them 2 jobs
The purple that had us doin circles like we in new cars
I planted a bomb, I’m bout to bomb planets
My plan is for you niggas to go into a calm panic
Lyrical arm bandit, bombs get yo arms bandaged
One palm, planning to get your whole arm handed
Back to you then bitch I get bad to you
As I’m bad to it in that Maybach and I back through you
You ain’t bad as me, I’m bad for you and bad to you
Chop you in half nigga, you’ll happen to have to you
While having it happen to you
Do you have it at all?
I’m stabbing your doll and I don’t mean crackers and black voodoo
I’m that doodoo, matter of fact I’m a rap guru
You crap poopoo, whack gugu, I rap coocoo
Who are you? Just a nigga, I got a pryor part
And black on your track like tire marks
Attired mark, nigga I don’t buy your heart
You should go and buy a heart, try to spark a fire start – er
And throw your book in the fireplace
Retired grace, fully bully, back in his cage
Packin the mack in the back of the get
How dirty sick this miraculous shit that happened to him?
Having them hits
Happy to shit on them rappers that bitch
Choppin you bitch, grappin them bricks, we’ll hustle nigga
Just hustle harder than other niggas
‘Cause I’m for the niggas
This just don’t make above it nigga
Yea, I love my niggas
They might fuck you bummy rat
You know, when we with yo pool we never 100 back, whoa
No, homie don’t say that
We whistling in the air, homie don’t play that
Way back when I was at bumpin punch shit
Catchin every pun ‘cause cannabis had dumb flips
Eminem killed Dre and Kim and his raps
It was written, was my favorite, I slayed it to my flat rhyme for buffy
And that nigga gave me a deal
Then the feds came along and damn near gave me the chills
‘Cause they took all my niggas, my niggas took to the streets
They our studio from us, they took my hooks and my beats
But now I’m hooked, I’m a beast
And I’m back and I’m better
I was becoming the king, now I’m back for the cheddar
Pay up.

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King Los - OD Lyrics and Video

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'OD' Lyrics - King Los
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(Verse)
Countin money
Get me high
Custom custard colored Caddy whippin by
Sittin high
Man I’m talkin bout true force like K O B E
Got 2 whores from K O B
Hop out Benny’s 2 doors, you can J O B me at the same time
The same damn time
I’m Diddy, I’m with Future at the same damn time
On the B E A T, say you got a nigga high like a P C P
Ray got a nigga fly as a bitch
My watch is a Benz, my Benz is a house
My house in the hills, the hills in the sky
My mind in the clouds, reminding the clouds
I’m out for the shine
Bitch I’m faded
Off this green
No, not we talkin crème
Yea I grind
Coffee beans
When high plummet down gotta hit another lick
So I’m up like a fiend tryna get another fix

(Hook)
See some niggas
We codeine
Pop a molly
And mo liquor
I get money
Like codeine
That’s my drug
I OD
Like homie
I OD
Like homie
I OD
See some niggas
Might blow trees
I get money
I OD

(Verse)
Man we got Meech and Beaver Bear
Lion Fox and Rabbit too
Just never be her beaver bear
‘Cause that pussy like a zoo
I like em new like my clothes
When I cop and grab a few
I’m not just addicted to money
I got shopping habits too
I be like Jordan, J’s
Yo money fadin away like Jordan’s J
Boy I play, this doesn’t pay
A lot of money out with a ho just play, enjoy your day
‘Cause I’m enjoying mine, doing me, wrapping rubber bands
I better stack 100$ bills
If you wanna bet I wouldn’t make it
The I’d probably take it back and fuck around as to get money on my whips
‘Cause I’m ridin on cocaine
Nah man don’t mean I’m high, that mean it’s white on white
And top going back so far that I bet that bitch probably
Need roll game
When high plummet down gotta hit another lick
So I’m up like a fiend tryna get another fix

(Hook)
See some niggas
We codeine
Pop a molly
And mo liquor
I get money
Like codeine
That’s my drug
I OD
Like homie
I OD
Like homie
I OD
See some niggas
Might blow trees
I get money
I OD

Like homie…

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King Los - Doing You Well Lyrics and Video (Ft. Devin Cruise)

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'Doing You Well' Lyrics - King Los (Ft. Devin Cruise)
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(Verse)
Damn baby, if you met me halfway
Of course I'd meet you,
2 door coupe, of course I seat you
Whole time fucking, give you more times love you
Till your left side shivers, screaming that's my liver
I deliver, I just live a different life
I could give her 24 karat fuck but why live life bitter
When you balling and you get it
You could get it, I could give it
Like the good wheels sitting on some good wheels
Hood still rolling, nice watch and cope nice clothes
Up in birddog, with your best top flight pose
And your bag make bad bitches flock like hoes
And your ass make mad niggas knock like Los
You compose in a picture froze, hit you with the rose
And you rolled, in the side of rose,
And you switching clothes, like my flows
Any picture told, just stick with your goals
If it's cold, we can cover up
Damn shawty, fuck is up?

(Hook)
You know that pussy is mine, you can act like it ain't
Shawty get your ass over here,
I'mma run my name on that yeah
I wanna know, hey why you wanna go and do that?
I wanna know, hey why you wanna go and do that, and do that?
Hey why you wanna go and do that?
Hey why you wanna go and do that?

(Verse)
I hear your friends talking shawty, I'm just coasting through that
Couple racks on your bag, I'm supposed to do that
Had a dream of posting you where a ocean view at
Feels like an ocean break commercial where you sposed to move at
Queen, like the rock band, make a band rock
While it's going down like the Titan… ic
Why panic, I got you, don't never worry baby
You got a man but we fucking just like we married baby
All you do is call me when he fuck up
But I ain't trippin, we taking trips and we drinking
I just ask if you say the shit that you thinking
If you need to get away, we could make a date and we linking
Take you out that Lincoln, cope niggas closets to put some minx in
Have you riding money honey feel like you pullin the bricks
Maybe we be flexin, VVS inside of the linkson
If you ready for your queen, I'ma fly you out to the king, shawty

(Hook)
You know that pussy is mine, you can act like it ain't
Shawty get your ass over here,
I'mma run my name on that yeah
I wanna know, hey why you wanna go and do that?
I wanna know, hey why you wanna go and do that, and do that?
Hey why you wanna go and do that?
Hey why you wanna go and do that?

(Bridge)
Hold up, King, if that nigga step to you wrong
And get out of character like it's twitter message too long
Like you went the best you stressin and all done press on the phone
When the sun rise I wish you all the best in the morn like, like
Like here's your piece of the sun
This is my piece of advice, just tell em peace and you done
It's like releasing a ton, that pain ain't good for your mind
Just tell that pussy he done, just tell that pussy is mine

(Hook)
You know that pussy is mine, you can act like it ain't
Shawty get your ass over here,
I'mma run my name on that yeah
I wanna know, hey why you wanna go and do that?
I wanna know, hey why you wanna go and do that, and do that?
Hey why you wanna go and do that?
Hey why you wanna go and do that?

Hey why you wanna go and do that?
Hey why you wanna go and do that, and do that?
Hey why you wanna go and do that?
Hey why you wanna go and do that?

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King Los - Why You Mad Lyrics and Video

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(Bridge – Los)
You get money all day
Stack money all day
Fuck bitches all night in the club with your bands out
Pop bottles till you pass out
You really bout that life, they don’t do it like you
No they don’t do it like you
From the whips to the hoes, you got everything locked
From the bottom to the top
We gotta let a nigga know, why you so mad?

(Hook – Los)
Why you so mad?
Why you niggas so mad?
When you see me ball
Really want me fall off
Wanna see me doing bad, why you so mad?
Why you so mad?
Why you so mad?
When you see a nigga ball
Really want me fall off
Wanna see me doing bad, why you so mad?

(Verse 1 – King Los)
Uhhh, probably cause your bitches
Shocking all my niggas, we just rubber banding on figures
I laughin at you niggas, just order fifty more bottles
That’s big money decisions
I do it to the strippers nigga
Throwin’ thirty motherfuckin’ bands homie
I don’t give a fuck, pour it up, pour it up
Champagne spillin’ all on my Louie’s
She keep pullin’ on all my chewbies
Diamonds dancin’ all on my jewelry, woah
Hold up, I see a hater
Roll up, I need a paper
Know what? probably a guy, she a beggar
I climb in your mom and you probably will take her, back
You wack, in fact, she remind me of Vegas
You remind me of Vega
We ain’t no kin, all I do is shock her, like Blanca
This remind me of Sega, damn
Old video game ass nigga want a chain
You put ten in your chain ass, nigga lame ass
Nigga same cash nigga, make a nigga laugh
Make a nigga cry, niggas die every day over that bullshit
The four fifth like Jordan back
The Porsche white but the Jordans black
Not my Jordans, my Jordans white
But when a nigga came around the corner black
I was on them 23′s, you see where I’m doing it at
See how I do it nigga, you know where I do it at
All these bitches throw to a nigga like a quarterback
Yeah, she throw it like a quarterback
Hater keep the change, I don’t even need a quarter back
Hater keep the change, I don’t even need a quarter back
Cause everytime I see you in the club

(Bridge – Los)
You get money all day
Stack money all day
Fuck bitches all night in the club with your bands out
Pop bottles till you pass out
You really bout that life, they don’t do it like you
No they don’t do it like you
From the whips to the hoes, you got everything locked
From the bottom to the top
We gotta let a nigga know, why you so mad?

(Hook – Los)
Why you so mad?
Why you niggas so mad?
When you see me ball
Really want me fall off
Wanna see me doing bad, why you so mad?
Why you so mad?
Why you so mad?
When you see a nigga ball
Really want me fall off
Wanna see me doing bad, why you so mad?

(Verse 2 – King Los)
I don’t know what you’ve been told
All my bitches rock diamonds and gold
All your hoes wanna ride, tonight
Money fallin’ from the sky
Love the way you do it baby
Climb your ass up on that pole
Right cheek, left cheek, lose control, tonight
Money falling from the sky
Love the way you do it, don’t do it like you do it baby
Love the way you do it, don’t do it like you do it baby

(Bridge – Los)
You get money all day
Stack money all day
Fuck bitches all night in the club with your bands out
Pop bottles till you pass out
You really bout that life, they don’t do it like you
No they don’t do it like you
From the whips to the hoes, you got everything locked
From the bottom to the top
We gotta let a nigga know, why you so mad?

(Hook – Los)
Why you so mad?
Why you niggas so mad?
When you see me ball
Really want me fall off
Wanna see me doing bad, why you so mad?
Why you so mad?
Why you so mad?
When you see a nigga ball
Really want me fall off
Wanna see me doing bad, why you so mad?

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Beyonce - Back To Black Lyrics and Video (Ft. Andre 3000)

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[Verse 1: Andre 3000]
I, I left no time to regret
Kept my dick wet
With that same old bet
You and your head high
And your tears dry
Get on without your guy
And I, I, I went back to a knew
So far removed
From all that we went through
And you and you you, you tread a troubled track
Your odds are always stacked
You'll go back to black

[Hook: Andre 3000]
We only said goodbye with words
I died a hundred times
I go back to her and you go back to, (you go back to)

[Verse 2: Beyonce]
I, I loved you much,
It's not enough
I love blow and you love puff
And life, is like a pipe
And I'm a tiny penny rollin'
Up the walls inside

[Hook x2: Beyonce]
We only said goodbye with words
I died a hundred times
I go back to her and I go back to, (I go back to)
We only said goodbye with words
I died a hundred times
I go back to her and I go back to, (I go back to)

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Future & FreeBand Gang - Sack Lyrics and Video

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(Hook)
I said bitch I got that sack, bitch I got that sack
And I told that strapped nigga better backpack
I said bitch I got that sack, bitch I got that sack
And I told that strapped nigga better backpack

(Verse)
I said you fuck a nigga, you fuck a nigga
Up and down nigga, better run nigga
Better duck nigga when them hammers bust nigga
Youngins on that swerving shit and low pullin triggers
Fuck who over there, it’s shooters over here
Them choppas getting to flyin better move from over there
No shootin in the air, we’re aimin at yo head
Sushi in yo dome, til pussy ass dead
I said bitch I got that sack, bitch I got that sack
And I told that strapped nigga better backpack
You ain’t dope, holding 30, do a nigga dirty
The youngins got my back nigga, I ain’t never worried nah
I say turn up turn up turn up turn up
Turn up turn up turn up turn up
You been the runner, run up run up run up
Turn up turn up turn up turn up
Boy I live in that gutter gutter gutter gutter
Pull a nigga in all that wuddup

(Hook)
I said bitch I got that sack, bitch I got that sack
And I told that strapped nigga better backpack
I said bitch I got that sack, bitch I got that sack
And I told that strapped nigga better backpack

I said bitch I got that stack, bitch I got that stack
Bitch I got that stack ‘cus I won’t run with that sack
I said bitch I got that stack, bitch I got that stack
Bitch I got that stack ‘cus I won’t run with that sack

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Future & FreeBand Gang - Automatic Lyrics and Video

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Automatic swag, got a automatic whip (let’s go)
Automatic flexin, how you do that? I got bills (I got bills)
Young Scooter, I got automatic clientele (automatic clientele)
2000 pounds of swag, one day that’s automatic

Automatic money man, my shit don’t got pressure
You know around my wrist automatic VVS’s
Deuce in the pot, that’s an automatic force
Foreign pulling up, black amigo here we go, let’s go
Stupid all 6’s, on the coupe sit low
55 the speed limit, we’re going 124
I’m automatic smashing, jigging cabin pulling on
Black amigo gang, yeah my campaign strong.

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Future & FreeBand Gang - No Favors Lyrics and Video

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(Hook)
No favors for these rap niggas
Studio for my trap niggas
Million dollars on the cap nigga
Take the Benz and run laps nigga
You take the Benz and run laps nigga
Take the Benz and run laps nigga
No favors for these rap niggas
Studio with my trap niggas
Million dollars on the cap nigga
Take the Benz and run laps nigga
We take the Benz and run laps nigga
We take the Benz and run laps nigga

(Verse)
Purple with my trap niggas, New Mexico on the map nigga
No skinny jeans I’m a fat nigga
We take the Benz and run laps nigga
I’m from the city but I’m a cap nigga
One time for my cap niggas
Big pimp, is there a count nigga?
So scream is on so I’m strapped nigga
I take the Bouton and my Louis Vuitton
8 air and that’s a homerun
I’m startin today with my long journey
I’m in the kick, I’m cookin Long John
I got a bitch and she on one
That new Porsche I own one
I hitman my homeboy
Free bands! We on boy
I ain’t need this shit, I own boy
Trigger finger’s itchin
So you better watch your tone boy
Pussy draws on 2 legs
Then get you high pitched like a song boy
Fuck you and yo homeboy
Fuck your favors for a song boy

(Hook)
No favors for these rap niggas
Studio for my trap niggas
Million dollars on the cap nigga
Take the Benz and run laps nigga
You take the Benz and run laps nigga
Take the Benz and run laps nigga
No favors for these rap niggas
Studio with my trap niggas
Million dollars on the cap nigga
Take the Benz and run laps nigga
We take the Benz and run laps nigga
We take the Benz and run laps nigga

(Verse)
Heard stories bout y’all rap niggas
Damn right it’s gon catch niggas
Been here, mill set nigga
I ain’t even gotta rap nigga
I can get a mill packed, turn the studio into my trap nigga
Damn right I’m strapped nigga,
You don’t wanna be that nigga
Getting bags of money, call the truck
For one girl it’s enough
She got an apple bottle call it mac
I should’ve not used your rack
And I don’t fuck with no raps
Not a snitch nigga, none these regular bitches
Not allowed in the truck
I’m getting truck loads in, million dollar caps
All the money mine, that’s a million dollar left
And I’m takin pictures, I already know
Rap callin fo but I ain’t gotta know

(Hook)
No favors for these rap niggas
Studio for my trap niggas
Million dollars on the cap nigga
Take the Benz and run laps nigga
You take the Benz and run laps nigga
Take the Benz and run laps nigga
No favors for these rap niggas
Studio with my trap niggas
Million dollars on the cap nigga
Take the Benz and run laps nigga
We take the Benz and run laps nigga
We take the Benz and run laps nigga

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Future & FreeBand Gang - A1FBG Lyrics and Video

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(Hook)
Ferrari you ain’t seen, and the camouflage green
Ran up on the plug, I buy Porsches for the team
Now everywhere we go, we bring them choppas with the beams
Got a bad bitch who follow, mixin molly with the lean
She stay geeked up, and that pussy wet as fuck
I let the pussy drop, them 40’s fuck em up
We done hit so many licks, the city know we up
A1FBG, we don’t give a fuck

(Verse)
Wrapping up a diamond brick, wrapping up a dollar bill
Take all the jewels off, take all your jewels off
This a robbery, no man, I’m a street nigga, I want you know it’s me
You a pussy, you football went to college, so I’ma take your brick
Pulled off the Rari, run around the corner
And I hit another lick
FreeBand, killing it, and we known for taking bricks

(Hook)
Ferrari you ain’t seen, and the camouflage green
Ran up on the plug, I buy Porsches for the team
Now everywhere we go, we bring them choppas with the beams
Got a bad bitch who follow, mixin molly with the lean
She stay geeked up, and that pussy wet as fuck
I let the pussy drop, them 40’s fuck em up
We done hit so many licks, the city know we up
A1FBG, we don’t give a fuck

(Verse)
That big Hummer truck, and that camouflage green
Got them bands wrapped up in the camouflage T
Put a bit of poof on the J jay, put a fork in the liter
Man get geeked up, I got crusts on the table
Nah I ain’t talking bout jewelry, now I’m talking bout yo mollies
Young niggas getting money, behind Rarris and Bugattis

(Hook)
Ferrari you ain’t seen, and the camouflage green
Ran up on the plug, I buy Porsches for the team
Now everywhere we go, we bring them choppas with the beams
Got a bad bitch who follow, mixin molly with the lean
She stay geeked up, and that pussy wet as fuck
I let the pussy drop, them 40’s fuck em up
We done hit so many licks, the city know we up
A1FBG, we don’t give a fuck

(Verse)
Bought a California Rarri for my California plug
Rich goes for 40 but we getting fucked up
That 20 grand profit, bout take your bitch on it
Put wings on my coupe, put wings on my rarri
I put wings on a nigga, if a nigga try to rob me
On a round drawn, on the bottom of the cargo

(Hook)
Ferrari you ain’t seen, and the camouflage green
Ran up on the plug, I buy Porsches for the team
Now everywhere we go, we bring them choppas with the beams
Got a bad bitch who follow, mixin molly with the lean
She stay geeked up, and that pussy wet as fuck
I let the pussy drop, them 40’s fuck em up
We done hit so many licks, the city know we up
A1FBG, we don’t give a fuck

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Future & FreeBand Gang - Hands On U Lyrics and Video

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(Intro)
Designer clothes, foreign hoes
The best smoke is real black hippie shit, man
Niggas love it when you broke the knob
Shout outmy brother Future
My brother Esco!
When I put my hands on you!
This shit for the ladies, spills nigga!
When I put my hands on you, uh, uh!

(Hook)
When I put my hands on you
I’ma hold your close and I’ll make you feel like you’re safe!
(I’mma hold you close!)
When I put my hands on you
(When I put my hands on you)
I’mma caress you from your legs, your waist and go to your fingertips
Hey, when I put my hands on you
(When I put my hands on you)
I’mma touch you and make you come closer, you come by my way
(You come by my way!)
When I put my hands on you
(Aye when I put my hands on you)
I wanna feel everything you got to give me, girl, OK!
When I put my hands on

(Verse)
I’m a real nigga, with real feelings
I’m a rock star! (Future in this!)
Yeah, yeah and I just wanna show you affection
(Yeah I just wanna show you affection!)
(Like check this out) This party time like when
When the party on me (how we do?)
We can wind it down, you got some things on your mind
You wanna talk about it, talk it over
I wanna listen to everything that you have to say!
You make me feel sometimes great!

(Hook)
When I put my hands on you
I’ma hold your close and I’ll make you feel like you’re safe!
(I’mma hold you close!)
When I put my hands on you
(When I put my hands on you)
I’mma caress you from your legs, your waist and go to your fingertips
Hey, when I put my hands on you
(When I put my hands on you)
I’mma touch you and make you come closer, you come by my way
(You come by my way!)
When I put my hands on you
(Aye when I put my hands on you)
I wanna feel everything you got to give me, girl, OK!

(Verse)
When I put my hands on you, you, you
I’mma catch you when you take off on your shows
I’mma show you just how cool I really am
You’re not my homie, you’re my friend, you’re really like my fam!
You have a way to bring out the passion in me!
And girl, I’m in love with your personality!
When I look at you, I stare at a masterpiece
And I’d know what to do with you if you were lying next to me.

(Hook)
When I put my hands on you
I’ma hold your close and I’ll make you feel like you’re safe!
(I’mma hold you close!)
When I put my hands on you
(When I put my hands on you)
I’mma caress you from your legs, your waist and go to your fingertips
Hey, when I put my hands on you
(When I put my hands on you)
I’mma touch you and make you come closer, you come by my way
(You come by my way!)
When I put my hands on you
(Aye when I put my hands on you)
I wanna feel everything you got to give me, girl, OK!
When I put my hands on

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Future & FreeBand Gang - See You At The Top Lyrics and Video

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(Hook)
They comin' in on boats, leavin' eye on yard
Hope them shooters don't blap
Try to take what I got
I'll see you at the top top top
I'll see you at the top top top
Cold, coming in on bails, breaking down to the blocks
Take my bitch shop, started from the bottom
But I’ll see you at the top, top top
I’ll see you at the top top top

(Verse)
Gaining my weight back, 25 bricks – I take that
And the kids you like Benny Crocker
Cooking chocolate – I bake that
Thousand hundred – I break that
Million dollars – I make that
Got the yellow bone with the piggy stone
Got it going on, I slay that
Suck my dick and I lay back
Drop the beat and I lay track
Rolling horses like race track
Water hard is like break track
Watch my back while I count stacks
Bury him alive in the pit where the snakes at
I know better to text a nigga 'cause I know they trace that
Please don't say my name and my number many race that
Four hundred years more and to have to had to face that
Like the cool wind from Chicago got his face crack,
Shot the pig in the leg, and the back where his mace at

(Hook)
They comin' in on boats, leavin' eye on yard
Hope them shooters don't blap
Try to take what I got
I'll see you at the top top top
I'll see you at the top top top
Cold, coming in on bails, breaking down to the blocks
Take my bitch shop, started from the bottom
But I’ll see you at the top, top top
I’ll see you at the top top top

(Verse)
All I see is stars and superstars, models and bottle bars
Got to full car garage so I can park my exotic cars,
You’re gonna live large, got hoes on the boulevard,
This is the result of a young nigga working hard,
Give bricks on my face card, a sack of my wage hard
Formula 1, don't make me pull out my race cards
Like feeling you’re young, you see me I like to taste bars
My niggas being thirsty they like to date broads
Things that should be easy baby mama she make it hard
God bless I was son, but sometimes I hate the bar
Bitch get out of my life, jealous 'cause all of my ice
Trying to keep my son out my life, you know that ain’t right

(Hook)
They comin' in on boats, leavin' eye on yard
Hope them shooters don't blap
Try to take what I got
I'll see you at the top top top
I'll see you at the top top top
Cold, coming in on bails, breaking down to the blocks
Take my bitch shop, started from the bottom
But I’ll see you at the top, top top
I’ll see you at the top top top

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Future & FreeBand Gang - Brain On Drugz Lyrics and Video

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(Hook)
Let me inhale the grunge smoke
I can’t lie, I’m addicted to the dope
(My brain on drugz)
I fucked around and took a prescription pill
Aks my ex how I fell
(My brain on drugz)
Sip, sip, sip, sip, cup after cup
I can’t get over it
(My brain on drugz)
And it’s sad to say
(Sad to say)
All the kids got parents, they abandoned
(My brain on drugz)

(Verse)
I’m smuggling herb, I stuff me on swisha
I like the tree, every day round here getting crystals
I’m clouding my thoughts, my words come and knocked over
And I’m always high, that’s what I got lopes for
I’m on a real strong pay, that California OG
I’m smoking blunt after blunt like Snoop DOGG
It’s fun to keep it lowkey
When you smell like an OP
I wake up every single morning twisting up me some green

(Hook)
Let me inhale the grunge smoke
I can’t lie, I’m addicted to the dope
(My brain on drugz)
I fucked around and took a prescription pill
Aks my ex how I fell
(My brain on drugz)
Sip, sip, sip, sip, cup after cup
I can’t get over it
(My brain on drugz)
And it’s sad to say
(Sad to say)
All the kids got that if they’re abandoned
(My brain on drugz)

(Bridge)
I sip codeine
Xanax, Xany
Come fly with me (Michael Jordan)
Can you handle it? Handle it
Antoine, you can’t even talk
That’s Pluto, that’s Pluto
Turn it up up in the Mazy world
If you ain’t been a succession don’t know
I need some kush

(Hook)
Let me inhale the grunge smoke
I can’t lie, I’m addicted to the dope
(My brain on drugz)
I fucked around and took a prescription pill
Aks my ex how I fell
(My brain on drugz)
Sip, sip, sip, sip, cup after cup
I can’t get over it
(My brain on drugz)
And it’s sad to say
(Sad to say)
All the kids got that if they’re abandoned
(My brain on drugz)

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Future & FreeBand Gang - Preach To Them Lyrics and Video

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(Intro)
Got 2 chains sayin like did and m,
Dirty money like Diddy them
Got 2 chains sayin like did and m,
Dirty money like Diddy them
Travel dimes like jeezing them
My team strong like Meech and M
Like PJ I preach to them, I preach to them
My team strong like Meech and M
Like Meech and M

(Hook)
Got 2 chains sayin like did and m,
Dirty money like Diddy them
Travel dimes like jeezing them
My team strong like Meech and M
Like PJ I preach to them, Diddy Jay I preach to them
My team strong like Meech and M
Like, like Meech and M
Like Diddy Jay I preach to them
My team strong like Meech and M
Like, like Meech and M
Like Diddy Jay I preach to them
I preach to them
Like Diddy Jay I preach to them
My team strong like Meech and M
Like, like Meech and M

(Verse)
First off, I'm big Mcclaren cousy
Moment of silence, free my nigga Boosie
Big boy flexin hoes hoppin out my doolie
Put them 4G's on and like to slide when I'm moving
OG double fuck boys I've been through it
This for all my niggas foolish still riding with the toolie, the heat
All my niggas out there, this ain't think no fucking movie
I done earned all these stripes like a motherfucking cougie
I rock beamer I rock rarri at the same damn time
Moving mollies, moving zans in the same damn line
Fuck your wife, fuck your bitch, at the same damn time
Me my nigga Meech nigga got the same damn grind
Mix the mollies with the lean, I done turned them up a notch
Pump the rarri, take the roddy, boss behind me don't stop
I'm the ghetto Diddy Jackson, way I'm preaching to these blocks
Confess my sins to the hood, man this street Messiah on pop

(Hook)
Got 2 chains sayin like did and m,
Dirty money like Diddy them
Travel dimes like jeezing them
My team strong like Meech and M
Like PJ I preach to them, Diddy Jay I preach to them
My team strong like Meech and M
Like, like Meech and M
Like Diddy Jay I preach to them
My team strong like Meech and M
Like, like Meech and M
Like Diddy Jay I preach to them
I preach to them
Like Diddy Jay I preach to them
My team strong like Meech and M
Like, like Meech and M

(Verse)
Like Diddy Jay I preach to them, niggas and money, you better speak to them
Like chonga’s eyes, they all surprised,
Should’ve signed with them jay I'ma sign with jive
Should’ve sign with 3, should’ve sign with 5, a little truth niggas hell in liars
You niggas on, you better pay your ties
Choppin her, you ain't baptized
Preaching through the street, I'm balling like a Meech
I made myself a boss from my salvation in these streets
Made this money state to state, I left my heart in Tennessee
Self-made money motivator, bitch up OJD

(Hook)
Got 2 chains sayin like did and m,
Dirty money like Diddy them
Travel dimes like jeezing them
My team strong like Meech and M
Like PJ I preach to them, Diddy Jay I preach to them
My team strong like Meech and M
Like, like Meech and M
Like Diddy Jay I preach to them
My team strong like Meech and M
Like, like Meech and M
Like Diddy Jay I preach to them
I preach to them
Like Diddy Jay I preach to them
My team strong like Meech and M
Like, like Meech and M

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Kristinia DeBarge - Flashbacks Lyrics and Video

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It was summer we can feel in the air
Seasons of color and the girls don’t have the wavy hair
Tryin to score ..for the weekend, yeah
Give me something, something I cannot forget
I’m so tired of the same old parties get late
They all so dumb and they get at line all the time

Chorus:
But babe you called me
Suddenly my world got crazy
Who you’re touching, electrify me
You’re turning me on, you’re turning me on.
Me like wish the flashbacks, flashback come on
Tell me how you did that, did that you know
You used to give me flashbacks, flashbacks,
You’re turning me on

We we’re cooling, bomb ..on the beach
Never knew that I would ever see this part of me
..when the risk is mine do you feel it?

Chorus:
And baby then you called me
Suddenly my world got crazy
Who you’re touching, electrify me
You’re turning me on, you’re turning me on
Me like wish the flashbacks, flashback come on
Tell me how you did that, did that you know
You used to give me flashbacks, flashbacks,
You’re turning me on

I am so high, higher higher
I am so high all alone
And I just can’t get enough.

[Chorus;]

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Kristinia DeBarge - Call U My Own Lyrics and Video

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What is gonna take, to get you next to me
Tell me it’s not too late, to call you my own

Do you have the time to talk?
There’s something I gotta say
It’s been weighting on my heart
And it won’t go away
Oh no, don’t know if I can keep inside for long
I’m giving myself away
Why should I, live another day without you
Can’t deny, the way you give me butterflies
Remember that day, you passed right by me
Cracked a smile then you called me cutie
Oho, oho, and now I can’t forget you

What is gonna take, to get you next to me
Tell me it’s not too late, to call you my own
Could be into me, like I am into you
Tell me it’s not too late, to call you my own

Got excited when you called, you said you’d be here
So I put my red dress on, I can hardly wait for you
To show up at my doorsteps
So I love the blue, man you turn me on

Why should I, live another day without you
Can’t deny, the way you give me butterflies
Remember that day, you passed right by me
Cracked a smile then you called me cutie
Oho, oho, and now I can’t forget you

What is gonna take, to get you next to me
Tell me it’s not too late, to call you my own
Could be into me, like I am into you
Tell me it’s not too late, to call you my own

This could be so perfect, this could be so real
Go all the way, I’ll wait for you, I’ll wait for you until
You’ll tell me that you need me, you want me by your side
Cause you’re the kind of guy I dreamed about my whole life

What is gonna take, to get you next to me
Tell me it’s not too late, to call you my own
Could be into me, like I am into you
Tell me it’s not too late, to call you my own.

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Kanye West - Wow! Lyrics and Video

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(Intro)
Introducing
Mister I Ain’t Know You Did That
And Mister Oh That’s My Favorite Shit
And Mister Damn! I Wish That Was A Single
And Uh Like Noreaga said it goes…

(Hook)
I go to Jacob with 25 thou, you go with 25 hundred, wow
I got 11 plaques on my walls right now
You got your first gold single damn nigga, wow

(Verse 1)
H to the Izzo did 3 thou spins in a week
You get a thou in a month, wow
Yall niggas want credit but yall need to slow down
Kanye to the killin yall from Chi-town, how your wife gon say
She never sold drugs a day in her life, but she still wanna pump the Ye
And yall mad cuz yall not knowin, cuz these canaries so yellow
When yall pull up whether to stop or keep goin
I got G’s, rock Rock n Roll tees wit no sleeves
Tats showin, tucked in strap showin
How he get seven tv’s in that ‘lac ‘lac
3 in the front, 2 in the back, 2 in that back, back
While you in that hatchback
And tryin to sell work and don’t get shit from them packs back
And try to rap, the studios won't give you ya daps back
And try to get publishin, all you get in your ass capped
And that’s that

(Hook)
I go to Jacob with 25 thou, you go with 25 hundred, wow
I got 11 plaques on my walls right now
You got your first gold single damn nigga, wow

(Verse 2)
Magazines call me a rock star, bitches call me cock star
Billboard pop star, neighborhood block star
Chi-town go-getting pimps, we mob-stars
Gingerbread man even says “You’re a monster”
Remember that, uh-huh, that’s that Shrek shit
Remember back in ’92 niggas used to catch reck shit
Remember that track I tracked for you bout 3 months ago
Uh-huh that’s the one, now cut my check bitch
And I ain't feeling that Lexus – more that CLK
See me like “damn! A CLK!?”
Yeah that’s how we eating and, keep us looking peace and then
I ain't know he rap as good as he do beats, and then

(Hook)
I go to Jacob with 25 thou, you go with 25 hundred, wow
I got 11 plaques on my walls right now
You got your first gold single damn nigga, wow

(Verse 3)
H to the Izzo did 3 thou spins in a week
You get a thou in a month, wow
Yall niggas want credit but yall need to slow down
Kanye to the killin yall from Chi-town

Now niggas forcing me to keep the heater
Black strap, shite handle, I got jungle fever
You know the rules, five up close, one gon leave ya
You don’t know about Kanye? Son gon teach you
What’s the first thing that popped in yo mind when I was poppin this rhyme?
You don’t picture me poppin a 9
See you paralyzed from the top of the spine…

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Kanye West - Out Of Your Mind Lyrics and Video

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(Intro – Sample)
Look here, let me tell you something
I’m tired of arguing, I’m tryna share this with you
Okay? I’m tryna give this to you, you know what I’m sayin?
If you can’t get with the indoor pool, the outdoor pool
No music studio bowling thing
You know what I’m sayin?
Umm, you know? This is yours
But you don’t like that then fine
You can leave, you can always leave
I’m not holding you here

(Verse 1)
I got a girl at home but she don't cook
I have my condoms in the stove cause she won't look
And she never ever go to the grocery store
So I figure its safe to pull a grocery ho
She was buyin Alize out the liquor isle
She said “I hope it’s not too ghetto”
Rocked all gold force back in style
I kept her number on file for my girl be actin wild
Like last week I told her take me to the mall
But she don't drive
My other girl picked me up at 3:05
She got a brand new car, 16
Now the car only 1 years old, oh
Man but the body look grown, whoa
Before I catch a case I better take my ass home
Where the problems is, arguments be Daly like Carson is
But the problem is..

(Interlude)
Fuck you, you know what I’m sayin? Fuck you
Okay, fuck what you have
This indoor pool in this
Look fool that’s material bullshit
It don’t mean shit, it don’t make what’s in the motherfuckin heart

(Verse 2)
Hold up, wait a second man
That's that thrift store info, that's all second hand
Why don't you talk to the mouth of the horses 'bout my Porsches
Condos in front of the golf courses
Instead you stay up, countin every second like a fake Roley
I'm real, so you know I move real slowly
The way the censorship'll go off, you know me
I ain't call you, you wanna know why?
Im in Noha, Hon aloha, pushin jet skis so I
Couldn't return the pages on my Motorola
Nextel, my cell, it don't work down there
What happened in Cancun? Stays down there
What's happenin here? Made me wish I stayed down there
Take a seat, why you always makin a beef?
You know these walls too thin in this apart-a-ment
Now everybody hearin our arguments
But the problem is..

(Interlude)
Why are you acting like this?
I let you have some fly shit
Some nice beautiful shit
You act like they gon leave you
You can tell em look here, let me tell you something
You know? I’m tired of arguing

(Verse 3)
Man, boo you know what I do
So don't trip when I come home after 2 or 3 or 4
I ain't messin with them girls no more
It's weak, the benz coupe is so sweet
When I roll down the street, tears roll down her cheek
She said, “You must love that car more than me
And nigga I was with you before the cheese
So you need to work on your pri-or-ities
If she went with Fabolous I bet that she would be
A-R-G-U-I-N-G and please
I'm not actin like this cause I'm getting spins on
W-K-R-P in Cincinnati
You think I'd get my voice so deep like
W-K-R-P in Cincinnati
That's how much of a fuck I give
You seen cribs? That's how the fuck I live
As far as this?

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Kanye West - Have It Your Way Lyrics and Video

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(Hook)
Don’t want nobody to die, don’t wanna have to vibe
But in this game I guess that’s just the way
I guess that’s just the way
Have it your way

(Verse)
It’s gonna be a lot slofs in your flowering
And gat clinger, bat swinger, bullets flyin, niggas dyin
Moms cryin, don’t want it, they’re coming
Blood gushing from their arms, legs, head and stomach
I feel the hatred, when I turned around like the Matrix
Coming for me, and a ray of bullets headed dead for me
First the one, and then came the 2 and 3 and 4
5, 6, 7, shots from a mack 11
Platinum producer killed by haters and now you on channel 7
You do peace for 2 Pac, now coming out to spring from heaven
You know my piece is harder than grease is,
With no wrong way to eat yo face like a reset, Jesus
Soon as the second I get some Chi niggas
Quit they fuckin jobs and they could hang full time
So give me the gat, I hit em with that
Cock back, pat pat
Let me tell you niggas something familiar
Broke niggas don’t want your cash, they wanna kill ya

(Hook)
Don’t want nobody to die, don’t wanna have to vibe
But in this game I guess that’s just the way
I guess that’s just the way
Have it your way

(Verse)
Oh I get it, this year niggas don’t dance
They just rock bulletproof pants and steel pants
Now everybody got a gun in they hand
Yea bitch nigga, run to yo man
Streets, with them, you try the area, fuck where they land
Niggas close they eyes and don’t aim
Like my bitch when she pop champagne bottles
I tell you bout them damn models
They can’t cook the lick but they’ll lick a dick and swallow
Look out to living my life bro
Bulshittin when I write songs
But she talkin bout havin ice on
And I could barely keep my lights on
Niggas play me like Tyson, tryna take my life songs
You are not nigga to fuck out the box, full Glock, forgot the box
Cock, who the fuck tryna box right now?
I feel like my old city on my back
I feel like next year my whole city on the map
For the name

(Hook)
Don’t want nobody to die, don’t wanna have to vibe
But in this game I guess that’s just the way
I guess that’s just the way
Have it your way

(Verse)
I’m from Chi Town where the rap’s the realest
My crack’s gorilla
We got the millers and we’ll be at yo scrilla
Close yo doors, lock your windows
We be at em execs for them, back in and checks now
We on the court and we got next
Steppin out of summer, we got bands, we got next try
It’s kinda like trading places, huh? I never plug
But I’m guilty by association, the gangsters show me love
For that track I did, yea I know
The rest of album whack and shit
It’s Kanye to that with that platinum shit, ya punk bitch

(Hook)
Don’t want nobody to die, don’t wanna have to vibe
But in this game I guess that’s just the way
I guess that’s just the way
Have it your way

I guess that’s just the way
I guess that’s just the way
I guess that’s just the way

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