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Project Pat - Jack One Lyrics and Video

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(Hook x2)
Jack one, snack one, run up with your sacks up
Anybody boom boom boom, give it up or I’mma shoot
Jack one, snack one, run up with your sacks up
Anybody boom boom boom, give it up or I’mma shoot

(Verse)
40 in my hand but nigga I jack one
Slap one, cut a-fuckin-head to the fat one
Been about it, ask about me, nigga I’nt no fuckin joke
Nigga play with me then up in smoke his ass a go
I don’t give a fuck about a charge, nigga know that
Pounding all street goons nigga and I show that
Choppa bullets rain on yo ass, where you go at
Tear that bitch down, have yo face but I flow at
Cap on dog, I’mma burn me a nigga today
Fool brought my money, I don’t mind catching a fuckin case
Get down, like the mob, in my hood they raise me
Niggas start a problem then that nigga gotta pay me

(Hook x2)
Jack one, snack one, run up with your sacks up
Anybody boom boom boom, give it up or I’mma shoot
Jack one, snack one, run up with your sacks up
Anybody boom boom boom, give it up or I’mma shoot

(Verse)
Who wan’ a war with a nigga like me?
I done done time, been a beast in these streets
I done done crime nigga you can ask the skreets
Nigga I ain’t lyin, I was raised in the streets
I do yo ass back on these fuckin round me
Call my goons from the side, watch em fly to Tennessee
Man we a kill every snitch we think will testify
Let’s see how many motherfuckers wanna test me now
Hand on the trigger and nigga I do it
Dog I don’t give a fuck, it ain’t nothing to it
Robbery my specialty, your pockets full of thug
I ride by myself cuz I don’t trust none

(Hook x2)
Jack one, snack one, run up with your sacks up
Anybody boom boom boom, give it up or I’mma shoot
Jack one, snack one, run up with your sacks up
Anybody boom boom boom, give it up or I’mma shoot

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Project Pat - Sackful Lyrics and Video (Ft. Nasty Mane)

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(Intro)
A motherfucker got me fucked up in here playin but I ain’t payin
I ain’t shakin my ass for shit
Talk about your motherfucker baller
So drop it out

(Hook)
I need my sackful, I need my sackful
I need my sackful, I need my sackful
I need my sackful, I need my sackful
I need my bills paid, I need my sackful

(Bridge)
So where them dollars daddy? Where them dollars daddy?
Where them dollars daddy? Where them dollars daddy?
Where them dollars daddy? Where them dollars daddy?
Where them dollars daddy? Where them dollars daddy?

(Verse)
These girls asking for their grip and they screaming it,
Better pay for that dance or you ain’t shit and she meaning it,
They want that money more than dick and she finin it,
Prometazine in my Sprite, I’m leanin it
I’m looking like a million bucks these bitches looking for bucks,
Fuckin on these niggas pockets, she need nigga like sluts,
I’m screaming pimpin while I’m tippin ’cause I’m bout that bread
I aks shawty bout that head this is what she said

(Hook)
I need my sackful, I need my sackful
I need my sackful, I need my sackful
I need my sackful, I need my sackful
I need my bills paid, I need my sackful

(Bridge)
So where them dollars daddy? Where them dollars daddy?
Where them dollars daddy? Where them dollars daddy?
Where them dollars daddy? Where them dollars daddy?
Where them dollars daddy? Where them dollars daddy?

(Verse)
All these 20’s bank rollin like a phonebook
If ye ain’t tippin stand back, you just came to look
She want them dollars on the stop, fuck a check uh
I feed these hoes long dick, no cook book
She got my name on her ass, that’s a good look
I swear she got some superhead, she gon write a book
She on that paper talk, I ain’t got the nigga hook
Slidin down that pole like a fire chief
Pussy poppin for that chedda, she about a dollar cheez
She down south dick but she from out east
Whole body tatted up, a ghetto masterpiece
She all about her guap, she speakin guapanese

(Hook)
I need my sackful, I need my sackful
I need my sackful, I need my sackful
I need my sackful, I need my sackful
I need my bills paid, I need my sackful

(Bridge)
So where them dollars daddy? Where them dollars daddy?
Where them dollars daddy? Where them dollars daddy?
Where them dollars daddy? Where them dollars daddy?
Where them dollars daddy? Where them dollars daddy?

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Project Pat - Papers N Cups Lyrics and Video (Ft. Nasty Mane)

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(Hook x2)
Papers n cups, papers n cups
Give me some kush and some drink and I’mma fill it up
Papers n cups, papers n cups
Got my kush, got my drink, I’m getting fucked up

(Verse)
Yella drank in my cup, purple haze and my papers
Kobe Bryant swag, you can call this here the Lakers
Birthday candle lit and you lames better not blow it
A nigga got that drink around packed, you better throw it
Trippy sticks and trippy cups, 2 bitches at the same time now that’s a trippy fuck
I’m smoking on this grass who came from the earth
Ballin on you niggas ass like a nerf
These hoes getting high, then they getting low
Needin her life bill paid, her knees hit the floor
Oh my golly on that moly she’s a sexy dolly
Ran through her pussy like some tracks, my dick the trolly

(Hook x2)
Papers n cups, papers n cups
Give me some kush and some drink and I’mma fill it up
Papers n cups, papers n cups
Got my kush, got my drink, I’m getting fucked up

(Verse)
Get me some trippy papers and some trippy cups
Mix that Sprite with that lean damn throw it up
This that Audemar house and we get fucked
Smoke nothing but Cali weed, you know the A+
This that Cheech & Chong, that can fuck our merzy
I’m a drug addict, I’m talkin everyday use this
Plenty weed smoking, plenty weed pourin
Plenty moly poppin, we love them girs peep poppin
If she throw it back, we gon throw that cash
It ain’t nothing but some money, bandz will make her dane
If she throw it back, we gon throw that cash
It ain’t nothing but some money, bandz will make her dane

(Hook x2)
Papers n cups, papers n cups
Give me some kush and some drink and I’mma fill it up
Papers n cups, papers n cups
Got my kush, got my drink, I’m getting fucked up

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Pusha T - Millions Lyrics and Video (Ft. Rick Ross)

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[Intro: Pusha T]
You know what happens when G.O.O.D. Music and MMG get together right?
We get that money

[Hook x2: Pusha T]
Millions, Millions in the ceiling
Millions, Millions in the ceiling
Millions, Millions in the ceiling
Millions, Millions in the ceiling
Choppers, choppers in the closet
Choppers, choppers in the closet
Choppers, choppers in the closet
Choppers, choppers in the closet

[Verse 1: Pusha T]
This that shit that ya’ll wanted?
this shit cook up hard dont it?
yall gotta beg my pardon on it
but this shit sound like God dont it? (yeaah)
Im tired and yall gotta pay your ties
call my Phantom the Holy Ghost
church on chrome wheel tires
pop a tags when Im paranoid
cause a pawn shop was my paradise
I was there pop when that powder came
for that not safe in that shoe box,
blue tops, blue tops, bad bitch in that blue fox
this big face and blue-ray and these black diamonds like boondocks

[Bridge: Pusha T]
I restore the feeling of when niggas made a killin’
hiding choppers in the closet half a million in the ceiling
and them niggas with angel faces grind out with ill intentions
and just so I can buy them Christians have em fuck it on all their bitches ah!

[Hook]

[Verse 2: Rick Ross]
Im honored by horror stories, wanna be home owners
horrible outcome with them boy got one motive
prize when he conficted, pride on every visit
im crying sayin his name, ride for all my niggas
used to fiddle my fingers, until I found me a fortune
finger fuckin Ferrari’s, Im from France early mornin
get drunk with Donatello, Versace, my Acapella
never see me in Neimans, nigga commiting treason
soft loafer prefered, frost organic herb
stay away from the forbes of our only can tell you more
I got this I got that
I got that,I got this
Got a .. for twenty
my niggas say Im the shit

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Pusha T]
this that shit ya’ll ask for
make a nigga on the gas floor
2- door, 4-door, roll through the hood like task force
fast forward, Oops! they say they wanna see proof
my record sells aint much as theirs and we still ridin same coupes
how we still fuckin same hoe?
how we still buy the same clothes?
how we both got the same watch?
I’m just keepin ya’ll on your toes
dope boys, gold mind
that price drop and that Coke rise
then set it over that blue flame
then hang to dry like clothes line

[Bridge: Pusha T]
I restore the feeling of when niggas made a killin’
hiding choppers in the closet half a million in the ceiling
got the razor on the counter Arm-N- Hammer in the kitchen
just to keep my feet in Christians and keep fuckin all your bitches, aaah!

[Hook]

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Ace Hood - Root Of Evil (Intro) Lyrics and Video

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(Intro)
God bless you pussy niggas
… keep on fuckin
Amen
God bless you pussy niggas
Yep yep yep yea

(Hook x2)
Why the devil just keep fuckin with me?
It’s like the devil just keep fuckin with me
My pockets full of all them dead people
My pockets full of all them dead people

(Verse)
Keep it 100, I’m countin this money, they know what it be
Couple them diamonds, them bitches be shinin, they know that it’s me
Niggas be sleep til I hop on the beat and they wake up the beast
Fuck what you talkin, don’t like what you say then them choppas can speak
Chief Keef voice nigga (nigga)
Come through the hood in the Roll Royce, Ghost nigga
Hallelujah (praise God), hallelujah (praise God)
Thank the jeweler, he precare and send a mule
Rockin so much ice I’m like a walkin cooler
We so damn exclusive they should pay-per-view it
Fuck niggas stop that hate
Go and get yourself some paper
Fuck around, meet your maker
Next day fun page of the paper woo

(Hook x2)
Why the devil just keep fuckin with me?
It’s like the devil just keep fuckin with me
My pockets full of all them dead people
My pockets full of all them dead people

(Verse)
Back in the building, my coupe got no ceiling so haters can see
Fresh on the moly, get money my habit, you gotta capish
Oh God, oh God, not talkin big shot but I give her the dick
Pull up the 2 seater, I’m ballin Lou Kima like Adrian P
Clique full of real niggas
Walk in the club with yo bitch and I bet that I still get er
Real shit, paranoid I keep a full clip
Woke up this morning, I’m counting this money, I’m out of my mind I’m just tryina survive
Got to go get it, no need to decide
Benjamin Franklins all in my eyes
Some people round have the devil inside
Stick with my niggas, we never divide, no!
‘Cause I don’t really trust niggas
Just might say a prayer for you fuck niggas

(Hook x2)
Why the devil just keep fuckin with me?
It’s like the devil just keep fuckin with me
My pockets full of all them dead people
My pockets full of all them dead people

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Ace Hood - Lil Nigga (Interlude) Lyrics and Video

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(Intro)
Well it’s gotta be one of the unwritten laws
Supportin that we all guiding us ah?
Them lil niggas out in the world lost nowadays

(Verse)
Lil nigga from a small city
17, he playin 4 door, roll with it
Lil nigga, major plans after school finish
All he ever want is Chevy with some boom in it
Lil nigga all A’s and some cool grace
Them niggas is homies, phonies, they parted ways
All because the lil nigga focused on his grades
Doin the college vengeance to Florida State
Lil nigga got his mind right
Doin it for us, mama promised her that better life
Mama Christian, a firm believer, she love Christ
Damn shame daddy strung off off that hard white
Oh girl steady going through and
See a crime, bills piling, how she gonna do it?
Lil nigga watch him mad as a motherfucker
Lil nigga fed up with section 8 struggles
So lil nigga tryina make a way
Said fuck it, ain’t no choices, got his mind made
Called his cousin, that lil nigga told him crime pays
Lil nigga like whatever to get my mom straight
Started sellin nickel bags and bought a .38
Like fuck a case, lil nigga started seein cake
After a while it’s like tradition on a daily base
Skippin school fool heavy gang affiliate
By this time lil nigga on some other shit
Lil nigga thuggin, motherfuckin scholarship
Rollin with a clique, he took the choice to follow them
Whole future gone, lil nigga had a gift
Lil nigga smoke a purp blunt
All he wanna do is murk something
Lil nigga keep his 5 with him
Getting lil money, keep a 9 clipper
Lil nigga ruined by society
Lil nigga screw up his priorities
Lil nigga took in by that peer pressure
Started getting money, make the flicks jealous
Grind away, them niggas want his head
Price on that lil nigga – couple grand
At first that lil nigga wanted by the feds
Them other niggas talkin crazy how they want him dead
It was 9 o’clock on a Friday
Lil nigga trappin where his mom stay
Couple lil niggas in the driveway
Lil nigga mama gone, she’ll be back at 8
Couple hours passed, youngin like it’s getting late
Lil nigga said he home but shit let’s make a shape
Plus mama called like know how them niggas off in the place
So lil nigga grabbed his pistol and his .38
Pullin up his pants, daps to his homies
Walked out the do’, black truck, creep slowly
Window rolled down, 4 masked goonies
Lil nigga slippin so they letting off the Uzi
Shots started firin, 2 to the head
Damn, lil nigga dead

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Ace Hood - Why Lyrics and Video

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(Intro)
I wonder why
And I wonder why
Bad things happen to good people, you know?
I mean we all gotta die I guess, huh?
Eh

(Verse)
Uh, I wonder why these niggas hatin on me
Probly the reason most them bitches waitin on me
Shit, they just tell me kill them with success my nigga
Still wonderin why my daddy wasn’t a father figure
Just the thought of thinkin bout it makes me fuckin mad
Did my mama proud and put her right into that ladies Jag
She cried a hundred tears, I prayed a hundred times
I wish my grandmother could see this with her own eyes
I’m wonderin why God took her but I’m not one to question
Conversation with my niggas on how we came from nothing
I wonder why this world is crazy, babies having babies
I wonder why these women shady screamin he should pay me
Go to court and they get half, I think that shit is crazy
Now you forced to give that crib and that new white Mercedes
I’m wonderin why I love my niggas but I don’t love these hoes
I’m sittin behind closed doors but only Lord knows
Truth told my savior is 7 0’s
But who knows? I’d rather die with a rich soul
Wonder with Mick Romney ever felt neglected
Since Obama’s last election
You might not like it but they will respect it
Another fold just as we all expected…

(Interlude)
I got many questions
I wonder
I wonder why 4-50 had that
Take that trip to North Carolina
I wonder would he still be here with me, you know?
I miss my nigga anyway
I wonder why

(Verse)
I wonder why the good die young
I wonder why they hatin where I’m from
I wonder why I never gave a fuck
Made a couple mill but that shit ain’t enough
I wonder why these rappers tryina steal my style
All these wannabes are like some circus clowns
I wonder why I lost my daughter Lyric Star
Why them complications happened to her heart
Got so many questions, not too many answers
Lost so many niggas, granny to the cancer
I wonder why I got a crazy ass baby momma
Every other day is like some kind of fuckin drama
Wonder why these people out here sleepin on me
I wonder why the money turnin people phony
I done seen some niggas turn against they homies
Funny when I was broke them bitches didn’t know me
Shit is fucked up, sister having tough luck
Wonder why them pussy niggas mad ‘cause I came up
I just copped a new crib, Aston on the way ho
Pocket full of pesos, made nigga – case closed
I wonder why these hoes love a nigga
Prolly ‘cause these diamonds make that pussy quiver
I’m gon fuck her good and she gon cry a river
Bad yella bitch and I’m in love wit er
I wonder why, I wonder why
As long as niggas hustle let’s go multiply
As long as niggas hustle let’s go multiply

(Interlude)
I wonder
You know
I don’t understand how niggas can
Chase women but not money
I wonder, you know?
Or
How you can hate on another man
Provide for his family
Maybe it’s just me
I wonder though, you know?

(Outro)
Oh shit shit shit my bad
I wasn’t even payin attention
Shit go ahead, one more time with that

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Ace Hood - Want 4 Nothing Lyrics and Video

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(Intro)
Aye
Uh
Realest shit ever said that

(Hook)
Every day I wake I’m tryina find a way to get it
Out here in the jungle, I’m just tryina make a living
Lord knows I’m sinning, have mercy on a nigga
Born steady itchin, may God be the witness
My mama don’t want for nothing, for nothing
My daughter don’t want for nothing, for nothing
My niggas don’t want for nothing, for nothing
We made our way out of nothing, nothing

(Verse)
Man I don’t I take my long way from drinkin hella sugar water
Was dreamin but that Bentley though cuz I could not afford it
To the backseat of that Phantom, writtin deuces in the corner
Workin that 9 to 5, I swear I hated takin orders
Lord just bring me guidance, bills started to pilin
Mama was steady cryin and plus Americs was dyin
I was so sick of the bullshit, never did have a scholarship
Daddy left me young, until this day I won’t acknowledge
How I motherfuckin did it
Yea nigga, we did it
Me and my niggas winnin, plus I made a couple million
Now my mama got a crib, plus the ladies Jag
Know I love my daughter, she a spoiled little brat
So it’s…

(Hook)
Every day I wake I’m tryina find a way to get it
Out here in the jungle, I’m just tryina make a living
Lord knows I’m sinning, have mercy on a nigga
Born steady itchin, may God be the witness
My mama don’t want for nothing, for nothing
My daughter don’t want for nothing, for nothing
My niggas don’t want for nothing, for nothing
We made our way out of nothing, nothing

(Verse)
Okay now fresh up off the block, my nigga guess who out the hood
Made it out the struggle, got my people living good
Always wanted to ball and now I’m courtside on the wood
Had the biggest dreams, you could do it if I could
I swear to God a nigga live it, sky’s never the limit
Go and get it regardless, them hard times are prevented
I just wanna see my daughter live a life I never had
If all my people starve I will sacrifice my last
Sun up to sun down nigga I be getting cash
Opportunity knock, I bet I never let it pass
I been through a lot of shit, seen better days
Kiss my baby girl then I go and get the cake

(Hook)
Every day I wake I’m tryina find a way to get it
Out here in the jungle, I’m just tryina make a living
Lord knows I’m sinning, have mercy on a nigga
Born steady itchin, may God be the witness
My mama don’t want for nothing, for nothing
My daughter don’t want for nothing, for nothing
My niggas don’t want for nothing, for nothing
We made our way out of nothing, nothing

(Outro)
Real nigga shit
It’s real nigga shit
Niggas don’t want for nothing
It’s real nigga shit
People don’t want for nothing, nothing
Start fresh

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Ace Hood - MOB Lyrics and Video (Ft. Choo Choo)

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(Intro)
At the end of the day my nigga
I do this shit for my family
And my niggas dawg
You feel me?

(Hook)
Lord knows I’m a go getter
Lord knows I’m a go getter
I chase that money every 24
I chase that money every 24
Lord knows I’ll always be a real nigga
Lord knows I’ll never be a fuck nigga
I chase that money every 24
Money over bitches, you know how it go

(Verse)
You lookin at the hottest nigga in the city
Fuck the city, how this nigga in my state?
Free the nigga Boosie Boo, I hope he beat the case
Keepin blunt and counting money, nigga that’s every day
Back and I’m on my block lookin like 100 bricks
Nigga don’t want no problem, choppa catch a 50
Chain so disrespectful yall should slap my jeweler
Walkin around this bitch, I think I’m with The Ruler
Countin another mill, I’m screamin hallelujah
Spit the type of dope that get shipped yall to Cuba
Anybody want that work I got a clean cut
My shit’ so potent you’ll be high for 3 months
Foreign cars, crib look like a fuckin mall
Hurt myself as sport but found a way to ball
I pray you pussy niggas life a living hell
Fuck that countin money, weigh it on a scale
Nigga

(Hook)
Lord knows I’m a go getter
Lord knows I’m a go getter
I chase that money every 24
I chase that money every 24
Lord knows I’ll always be a real nigga
Lord knows I’ll never be a fuck nigga
I chase that money every 24
Money over bitches, you know how it go

(Verse)
So much people like that waitin on me to fail
Answer to that question, coldest day in hell
Fuck nigga talkin tough, gon make me take it there
I move like a turtle mean I keep them shells
Lost so many niggas to this fuckin struggle
RIP for Fif, he was like my fuckin brother
Runnin up and down them streets, in and off that Chevy Bubble
Show a nigga getting that money, all we do is hustle
Ain’t no food in refrigerator nor the shelf
Ain’t no handouts here, I did this shit myself
Lil mam said that pussy good, I’m tryina see it then
Guaranteed she bust it once she see the Benz
Everyone knows I am a go getter
Tryina stay away from all you fuck niggas
Aye like that boy be on some other shit
Fuck a hater, you can run and tell em this

(Hook)
Lord knows I’m a go getter
Lord knows I’m a go getter
I chase that money every 24
I chase that money every 24
Lord knows I’ll always be a real nigga
Lord knows I’ll never be a fuck nigga
I chase that money every 24
Money over bitches, you know how it go

(Verse)
All this cash, I can drink to a nigga
Can’t even fit in these jeans my nigga
Won’t give a damn, we gon flex on the hood
Bit for you honey, I’m like the one that fucked the police, I paid for the ticket
Thrown bout 100 in the air, I admit it
My bad, I ain’t show no love
Putting money over all these bitches
What you doin you lame we did it
Now we going where these niggas can’t go
Stayed on grass as long as they don’t get it
They’ll get this, all they got like hoes
I swear boy it ain’t no different
Well we won’t get the same 24
I go hard every chance I get
Stepped in the plane, thought all would be Rolls
Aye don’t mention so low, but my mind belong to these racks
Slingin this paper right on these strippers
How the club owner callin me by
Bitch I had, she was a’ight
Last time at show she al that
I really wanna tip drip
That bitch no, she sex it to the max
I paid for it, it ain’t on the paper
I been getting it since too easy
I might blow ahead, make it back
And I got summoned here for no reason
I see you flashin for the night
But guess what nigga we do this all season
You could go and sit where you can watch me
And then one of you niggas don’t believe me
That rough

(Hook)
Lord knows I’m a go getter
Lord knows I’m a go getter
I chase that money every 24
I chase that money every 24
Lord knows I’ll always be a real nigga
Lord knows I’ll never be a fuck nigga
I chase that money every 24
Money over bitches, you know how it go

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Ace Hood - Take Yo Bitch Lyrics and Video

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(Hook)
A true playa for real
Man you heard about me
I done pop 2 molys
And I’m going on 3
How I’m out my mind
And this bitch so geekin
Tryina tell yall niggas
Don’t let yo girl round me
I’mma take yo girl
I’mma fuck yo bitch
I’mma take yo girl
I wanna fuck that bitch
I’mma take yo girl
I’mma fuck yo bitch
I’mma beat that up
Give her all this big

(Verse)
Okay now bad lil bitch from the ATL
And she got an ass like Kay Michelle
Rule number one, no kiss n tell
Her head no joke like Dave Chapelle
I see I beat that pussy like a murder case
She gon catch this white like Colgate
Keep my hoes in line like Soul Train
Every day a nigga ball, no role gain
I say 20 bottles I’m flexin
Diamonds and my Rolex’s
Where the bad bitches? Where the bad bitches?
I’m just checkin
Man I pop the moly, I’m sweatin
Back to bitch now we textin
Plenty more in my section
I’m a young version Hugh Hefner
I can’t even feel my face
I don’t really need no more drink
All these hoes, they comin with me
All them niggas they can’t believe
I say I’m rollin, I’m rollin
And this dope, I’m smoking potent
I need you, you, you and her right there
Back to the crib so we all can share

(Hook)
A true playa for real
Man you heard about me
I done pop 2 molys
And I’m going on 3
How I’m out my mind
And this bitch so geekin
Tryina tell yall niggas
Don’t let yo girl round me
I’mma take yo girl
I’mma fuck yo bitch
I’mma take yo girl
I wanna fuck that bitch
I’mma take yo girl
I’mma fuck yo bitch
I’mma beat that up
Give her all this big

(Verse)
Okay I’m killin these hoes like Ted Bundy
Love a bad bitch, I’m a head junkee
White tank top and some polo undees
Tryina serve a freak with this chocolate Sunday
Snatch your chick like a ally hoop
Shots that will rock, I don’t do the goose
Put her in the coupe, I remove the roof
Then slam-dunk that pussy like Ron do
I say hold up doc I ain’t feelin well
My Rolex sick and my pockets earl’d
Flowin off money, I’m sick as hell
Bout 25k, that’s life in jail
Now when the bad hoes there put them ass shots
Rep for a nigga, be the mascot
KOD, I brung major cash
And they waving at me like a can guy
Say turned up nigga don’t turn down
Please don’t bring your ho round, nah
I don’t wanna know her name
Next thing you know we went 4 rounds
I’m a wild young nigga, I admit that
Who? That bitch? I’mma get that
She’s in love with my 6 pack
And I ain’t talkin no beer fat nigga

(Hook)
A true playa for real
Man you heard about me
I done pop 2 molys
And I’m going on 3
How I’m out my mind
And this bitch so geekin
Tryina tell yall niggas
Don’t let yo girl round me
I’mma take yo girl
I’mma fuck yo bitch
I’mma take yo girl
I wanna fuck that bitch
I’mma take yo girl
I’mma fuck yo bitch
I’mma beat that up
Give her all this big

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Do you know it’s time to let yourself go?
Why don’t we just let it show?
Tell me what you’re waiting for

‘Cause I, I wanna live before I die
Crash and burn and lose my mind
We can set the world on fire

Tonight we can be glorious
We are young at heart and we’re free
The world is ours, I can feel the music in me
Glorious, found a love that eyes cannot see
Delirious, oh oh oh oh, oh oh oh

I believe the little child inside of me
Can reveal my destiny
And one day I’ll be breaking free

Now’s the time, we’re running at the speed of light
I’ll meet you on the other side
Every time I close my eyes

Tonight we can be glorious
We are young at heart and we’re free
The world is ours, I can feel the music in me
Glorious, found a love that eyes cannot see
Delirious, I can feel the music in me

(Glorious) Found a love that eyes cannot see
(Glorious) (We are young, oh oh, oh oh oh)
(We are young, oh oh, oh oh oh)
(We are young, oh oh, oh oh oh)
(We are young, oh oh, oh oh oh)

Tonight we can be glorious
We are young at heart and we’re free
The world is ours, I can feel the music in me
Glorious, found a love that eyes cannot see
Delirious, oh oh oh oh, oh oh oh

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