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Destiny’s Child - Nuclear Lyrics and Video

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'Nuclear' Lyrics - Destiny’s Child
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You had you dreams
And I had mine
Eyes wide open
And we dreamed together
I never know how we keep
Our shit together

Wondering
Is this love or illusion
We're just getting better
When the two become one
On a quantum level

It's nuclear
We're two here
There's nowhere left to run
Why run? Why would you run?
It's nucler
We're two here
We both heat up

Goin all the way (eh eh)
Goin all the way (eh eh)
Goin all the way (eh eh)
Goin all the way (eh eh)

You had your half
And I had mine
But now there's no such thing
As you and me
I was so used to feeling incomplete

Wondering
Is this Love or illusion
We're just getting better
When the two become one
On a quantum level

It's nuclear
We're two here
There's nowhere left to run
Why run? Why would you run?
It's nuclear
We're two here
We both heat up

Goin all the way

Anytime the climates change between us
We share a bond they can't restrict
That can't be touched
So amazing super power
Take over
Never lose the energy

It's nuclear
We're two here
There's nowhere left to run
Why run? Why would you run?
It's nuclear
We're two here
We both heat up

Goin all the way (eh eh)
Goin all the way (eh eh)
Goin all the way (eh eh)
Goin all the way (eh eh)

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Frank Ocean - Pink Matter (Remix) Lyrics and Video (Ft. Andre 3000 & Big Boi)

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'Pink Matter (Remix)' Lyrics - Frank Ocean (Ft. Andre 3000 & Big Boi)
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[Intro: Big Boi]
Remix

[Verse 1: Frank Ocean]
And the peaches and the mangos
You could sell for me
What do you think my brain is made for
Is it just a container for the mind
This great grey matter
Sensei replied what is your woman
Is she just a container for the child
That soft pink matter
Cotton candy Majin Buu
Close my eyes and fall into you
My god she’s giving me pleasure
What if the sky and the stars are for show
And the aliens are watching live
From the purple matter
Sensei went quiet then violent
And we sparred until we both grew tired
Nothing mattered
Cotton candy Majin Buu
Dim the lights and fall into you
My god giving me pleasure
Pleasure pleasure pleasure
Pleasure over matter

[Verse 2: Big Boi]
Does it matter if she wanna be with … or cool?
I make her call me BB King cause I give her the blues
not on purpose though, she was the perfect hoe
its just when I come over we do the grossest
most beautifullest things on a bed of roses
what the coldest? then we hit the hard wood floor
we sippin yac' not mimosas
she sittin my nigga lap going HAM like she supposed to
and she can make it clap if I told her
or make her ass spread like a back of a cobras
tell her add tities like a soldier, G.I.Joe man see me I go in
(yeah that nigga goes up in there)
like smoke through a chimney
slow stroke cause she feelin me up in her nigga
killin me softly rolled off she wants me
strong and black like a coffee, get off me
act a donkey, I pin her tail to the mattress
I been a player make her go from classic to nasty (nasty, nasty, nasty)
.. loose

[Verse 3: Andre 3000]
Since you been gone
I been having withdrawals
You were such a habit to call
I ain't myself at all had to tell myself naw
She’s better with some fella with a regular job
I didn’t wanna get her involved
By dinner Mr. Benjamin was sitting in awe
Hopped into my car; drove far
Far’s too close and I remember
My memories no sharp
Butter knife, what a life, anyway
I’m building y’all a clock, stop
What am I Hemingway?
She had the kind of body
That would probably intimidate
Any of ‘em that were un-southern
Not me cousin
If models are made for modeling
Thick girls are made for cuddlin’
Switch worlds and we can huddle then
Who needs another friend
I need to hold your hand
You’d need no other man
We’d flee to other lands

Grey matter
Blue used to be my favorite color
Now I ain't got no choice
Blue matter

You’re good at being bad
You’re bad at being good
For heaven’s sakes go to hell
Nah knock on wood
You’re good at being bad
You’re bad at being good
For heaven’s sakes go to hell
Knock knock knock knock on wood
Well frankly when that ocean so muphucking good
Make her swab the muphucking wood
Make her walk the muphucking plank
Make her rob a muphucking bank
With no mask on and a rusty revolver

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Trae Tha Truth - All Gold Everything (Freestyle) Lyrics and Video

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[Intro: Trinidad James]
this shit sound like 007 on N64 and shit

[Verse 1: Trae The Truth]
Young Truth James all gold soldier
black ice you aint seen shit colder
…through a price nigga everything gold
I'm the man ask about me errrbody know
all gold coupe all gold chains on me
in the hood stuntin with this change all on me
nigga feel like snow blow game like Sony
dome shot a bitch leave her brains all on me
Louie got these racks on hostage trying to get out
ceiling on my whip too cocky I made em sit out
you can find me in the hood like I never been out
Johnny got a spot for a nigga I'm bout to rent out
diamonds in my grill got that work off in the locker
fly across a hater with that all gold chopper
haters on my dick I'd rather try a to bopa
green lighter light up like cant stop ya
nigga nigga nigga

[Hook: Trinidad James]
Gold all in my chain, gold all in my ring
Gold all in my watch
Don't believe me, just watch

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Trae Tha Truth - All Gold Everything (Freestyle)

Joey Bada$$ - Unorthodox Lyrics and Video

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[Intro: Joey Bada$$]
I grind with a Brooklyn nigga basically
I'm a Brooklyn nigga basically
I'm a Brooklyn nigga basically
I grind with the grimiest

[Verse 1: Joey Bada$$]
On the regular
lookin at popular color faces
observing what my brothers faces and all races
lost a generation of all hatred
see with your eyes dialated for the sake of the G's
but keep it sacred G, fuck a rat race from take the cheese
Jack cheddar from the make believe
break the trees on the acd
rockin the red and black lumberjack faithfully
im a Brooklyn nigga, basically
I grind with the grimiest
learn how to eat in a jungle full of hyenas and vultures
dont worry what a verse will cost ya
from the young scortcher just remember who taught ya
I'ma spark it off unorthodox
Im signed to no majer, no wager
less than the 3 millon offer off the top
I be in the box when my coffin drops
why settle for an office spot
niggas dont always make it off the block
unless they extort rocks and support the cops
still spit shit
let me guess that your manican
leave him shook where he standing in and call it shenanigans
have you panicin do damages til your vanishin
word told….. his autopsy examinin
this is for my real hip hop fans em
I expose for em, leave fake emcees in the postmortem

[Hook: joey Bada$$]
cause money aint a thing if I got it I wont spend
all I got is my Pros, I dont need no friends
feel like this glory road is coming to an end
your only soul that wont sin…
… lonely world is bone chillin
make mills in Hells kitchen with these dishes
probably deliver drop trees in my swishers
bring that back til my property with ya

[Verse 2: Joey Bada$$]
It aint easy being this royal
when you got this much going for you
it aint hard to be disloyal
coming straight from the soil
with eyes that never coil
start to think pretty a through career will this boil
the kid is that sick so suspect more coffins
Im the chosen one so you can expect more offers
I be sonin niggas so expect less off friends
best rapper alive I hear that line used less often
word to God Im the best offerin
BMX like Hoffman, BMF like bossman
your boss man got Jimmy Fallon endorsements
from porches to porsches gettin Porsches a fortune
they said next up, so I stepped up
fly like I dressed up,
bitches tryina hang like left nuts
like orangutan in the west of the Mother land
but I got the swing of a weather man, weather man
they cant understand
Pro Era boys pop rubberbands
everybody loves em

[Hook]

[Outro: Joey Bada$$]
Everybody love em
we don came up
I'ma spark it off unorthodox
they dont fear the name but they say the music is dope tho
Everybody love em
we don came up
I'ma spark it off unorthodox
they dont fear the name but they say the music is dope tho
on the regular

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Ace Hood - Tryna Come Up Lyrics and Video (Ft.French Montana, Yo Gotti & Nino Brown)

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(Hook)
I’m doing my thang, pockets on full
Bitch I’m super clean, bitches go and look
Yeah you know,
Bitch I’m tryina come up, bitch I’m tryina come up
Bitch I’m tryina come up, bitch I’m tryina come up
Sipping on lean, smoking on kush,
Pockets full of green, selling George Bush
Yeah you know,
Bitch I’m tryina come up, bitch I’m tryina come up
Bitch I’m tryina come up, bitch I’m tryina come up

(Verse)
Talking bout what you gonn do, choke bad if you want to
Loading up my fire, watch it burn the flesh when it go through
Niggas talk like hoes do, we’ll slap them hoes too
We don’t fuck with them fuck niggas,
Ungrateful and unloyal
My bitches spoil you, 20 stacks in the Louie bag
No ready blewing on gang bang, Louie parts in my Louie rang
Leave it all, popping tags, out of line, I pop your ass
Gased up, chevron, that ak will stop your ass
Counting cash I’m getting money, now a nigga can’t take it from me
He broke and hungry, my pockets full
Look clean and I’m smelling good

(Hook)
I’m doing my thang, pockets on full
Bitch I’m super clean, bitches go and look
Yeah you know,
Bitch I’m tryina come up, bitch I’m tryina come up
Bitch I’m tryina come up, bitch I’m tryina come up

(Verse)
Bitch I’m tryina come up, 100 chains all on my stomach
Niggas did it when I done it, and your main bitch I don’t want her
100 clip you hear that thunder, 100 years when niggas fumble
100 bitches what we come through, 100 bottles tell that stumble
I be pimping like I want a nigga slipping, he’s a goner
Niggas hungry, I drove out that dealer masi, doing donuts,
Catching liquor and I blow it I pimp them hoes like a poet
I smoke that kush like I grow it
Hit the strip, it was snowing, it’s that weed the best coke boys
Hammers making no noise, give niggas 2 choices,
Come up and down

(Hook)
I’m doing my thang, pockets on full
Bitch I’m super clean, bitches go and look
Yeah you know,
Bitch I’m tryina come up, bitch I’m tryina come up
Bitch I’m tryina come up, bitch I’m tryina come up

(Verse)
Shout out to Kelly, We The Best,
We be getting money, you looking stressed
YMCMG, salute to stunna, 4 words bitch I’m tryina come up
Dead to hold a hunna, any nigga run up, they get done up off the come up
My life is obama, I’m so presidential, you so sentimental
Your bitch she got potential, and I’m so influential
Hold up, these nikes cost 2 grand, these shades cost 5 bands
These niggas I mob with, I sold dope and I rob with
CMG my squad be, see how hard my squad eat
3:05 we clicked up, man on 1 that mob shit, yeah

(Hook)
Bitch I’m tryina come up, bitch I’m tryina come up
Bitch I’m tryina come up, bitch I’m tryina come up
Sipping on lean, smoking on kush,
Pockets full of green, selling George Bush
Yeah you know,
Bitch I’m tryina come up, bitch I’m tryina come up
Bitch I’m tryina come up, bitch I’m tryina come up

(Verse)
Getting this money I never do sleep, 100k I make that in a week
25 000 I hop on the beat, top of the whip so you know that it’s me
Balling nigga like Spalding, sipping that good,
What you m call it, remember them nights, mama was calling out in them streets
Gotta be cautious, niggas are plied, running your spot
Hit a young boy when he’s getting that gwap
Fuck them niggas, look at my wrist, oh you mad, take your bitch
I’m in that ghost, holy shit, stayed in the ground and it got me rich
Stayed in the ground and it got me rich, got me rich, yeah got me rich
I say bitch I’m tryina come up, outchea to the sun up
Crib cost a mill, my watch another hunder

(Hook)
Bitch I’m tryina come up, bitch I’m tryina come up
Bitch I’m tryina come up, bitch I’m tryina come up

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Ace Hood - Dec 31st Lyrics and Video

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(Intro: DJ Khaled)
Starvation 2
I’mma get right to it
Fuck you fuck boys
Fuck all yall
90% of the rap game has stolen Ace Hood’s flow
Let’s keep it 100,
Don’t play yourself
I only speak facts
At least if you gon steal it pay homage
If you ain’t part of the team
You stealin flows
It’s alright to be inspired
Just respect him
I go by the name of DJ Khaled
And I’m the CEO of We Da Best music group
I’m here to let you know Ace Hood is one of the best in the game
And if you don’t think so, fuck you!
If you a non-believer we gon turn you into a believer
Fuck ‘em!

(Verse: Ace Hood)
Take a look into my eyes
And just tell me what you see
Tell me do you you see the beast
They wanna let me off the leash
Way too many of them niggas sleep
I spit fire third degree
Pussy niggas dont wanna believe
On my momma they gon see
Got the hottest flow, and I’m honest though
Fuck witha nigga be modest for
My conscious know I’m kinda dope
Somebody let them bloggers know
They dont wanna let this problem in
Every year is my time again
Underrated they contemplating
I'm top 5 in they conversations
They heard the people been hating on me
Oh well nigga, whats new?
Still riding in a Maybach
And they face mad when I came through
These niggas hate that I made it
Gotta make a way for my baby
My momma crying in that other room
And them tears is falling, I hate it
Next day I made me some changes
Man up nigga no complaining
Daddy left my youngest ages
Ain't no choice I had to make it
Will not quit, and I will repent
And I won't consent, with a nigga who snitch
Coupe no top it dont make no sense
Like a nigga who broke it dont make no cents
Just stay friends in a whip no tint
And that Rolex glist oh boy they pissed
Yall fuck boys do make me sick
Your bitch blow me, C4, tick tick!
And I got this shit, Khaled I got em
He going to war, standing beside em
You gon need army! You gon need navy!
You gon need soliders! Maybe Obama!
It's that W-E, T-H-E, B-E-S- carry the T
None of you niggas dont matter to me
Slaughter ya feature, just slaughter your beat
Feed me rappers, bon appeite!
Niggas be trippin, them choppers will speak
Came for the war, no longer the peace
Time for the blind to be able to see
None of these niggas is ain't nothing like me
24 years ain't get no sleep
26 inches on my Jeep, feeling like shackles on my feet
Know the day that they let me free, yall in trouble O-M-G!
Please oh please nigga pray for me!
Killing this shit boy, RIP!
I'm back with a B and a mac on me
In the back of the Jeep yall looking for me!
Capital A ! Capital C ! Capital E !
H-double O-D
Free my niggas till they all get free!
Rep my city, gotta rep my team!
Broward county president
That’s that shit that I represent!
Quarter mill for that whip i’m in
Pussy boys I never mind they diss
80 thousand that’s on my wrist
Take your chick and I make that bitch
Hit the dick, then take a flick
Send that shit, you'll have a fit
L-O-L I’m outta state
Young nigga tryna get filthy rich
I’m outchea, better bring your voucher
Better call your counsler, shit get real
Wanna think I’m coward? Oh I ain't bout it
Now your family, is pushing flowers tears to your momma
Heard it got em, never want that drama!
Never want that drama ohhh Lord!
I pray the world don’t end in January
December 31st I made obituaries!
All you niggas sleeping, meet the cemetery
All you niggas sleeping, meet the cemetery
Starvation…
Starvation…


God Bless this proud Nation
God Bless this proud Nation… Two

(Outro: Obama)
“If there is anyone out there that doubts its been a long time coming but tonight, tonight, is your answer!”

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Ace Hood - Trailer Lyrics and Video

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(Intro)
Ace Hood
You know I think it’s every young nigga dream to come from the bottom to the top
From being in the dirt
Counting the millions

(Verse)
Uh, okay now fuck all this bullshit, I'm fresh off a full clip
Counting this fucking money, did that with no scholarship
I guess all that money talk, so fuck what you niggas thought
My bitch got a Porsche truck, like look what that pussy parked
Got that hustler demeanor, fresh and I'm out that two seater
Got to sleep with the reaper, and watch out for them people
Cause the devil be lurkin', all these pistols are dirty
All my niggas are riders, their clips extended with thirty
I woke up early this morning, thanked the Lord I'm alive
Kissed my daughter then told my lady I'm back on the grind
Gotta do it for Sela, that's my daily remind
Fuck these bitches, the money, power, respect on my mind
It ain't no love for the weak, ain't no top on the Jeep
Tell them haters I'm overseas, I'll be back in a week
I'm trying to get richer than Trump, a couple million for lunch
I need the cover of Forbes with We Da Best on the front
I'm going mane, nigga kiss my ass
These niggas be stealing my flows and all, ain't even mad
I swear my flow is dope as coke, come get your bag
Just bought that Aston Martin, yummm', that fucker fast
Nigga started with a dollar and a dream, show me the cream
All about that profit piling, partner that's by any means
That fifty-thousand in my pocket busting out the seams
Hopping out that coupe, that roof go missing bitch like bada-bing
Knock knock, bang bang, ever since back then they wanna know who I be
H double-O-D, was running the streets since I was like seventeen
I put it on mama, always dreamed of having a Lamborghin'
Them niggas was hating, still I was skating in that Mossolin
Oh I mean mo say
It's money over bitches, what my niggas claim
Probably in the whip with my little Spanish thing
All day, in the back of the back number nine J's
I be balling, small ding know what I mean
I say what's up with them bitches? Molly, weed, and some liquor
I'm the type of nigga do you first and then your sister
I'm a savage, with fifty karats
Came from the bottom of the barrel, to living lavish
Blood on my sneakers, brother's keeper I see dead people
‘Bout them figures, squeeze them triggers I'm just soul seeking
I think you pussy, I can smell it on you loud and clear
And since my daddy left me young, I ran up out of fear
And when it come down to my family, bitch I die for them
Blow that chopper through your chest to show you shit is real

(Outro)
Show you shit is real
Shout to 7 new
Starvation 2 on the way nigga
Moun up
Moun up nigga
We da best be that logo ah
Ha ha ha
Brap, brow

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Ace Hood - Just A Sample (Interlude) Lyrics and Video

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(Intro)
1 am in the morning,
I only know bass in my headphones no nothing
Just give me the sample,
There we go
I’m talkin bout bitches too,
I love you all baby
Oh we just batter up

(Verse)
Ah, it’s just me and the sample, I wrote this in pajamas
I wrote this while I’m fucking, think her name is Jenna
People sleepin on me, fuck you where your standards?
Oral head for breakfast, my little bitch perfected
Get that with no protection, I shoot, she intercept it
See sex is our connection, no love is currently present
Just play my corner back, I leave her coming back
Like Dion in the game, I’m bringing my quarterback
Grab a condo nigga, I’m worth them 7 figures
So kick o key to pistol and be true with your sister
She says she love the crew, put 4 G’s on the coupe
Hurricane Sandy, the rollie flooded too
See it’s just me and the sample, no 808 survive
But still I hope on the beat and I murder that bitch, I’m beasting dog
Flow as hell on earth, RIP to y’all
You know I murder shit, yellow tape involved
That’s a true story, crib 2 stars,
Know some old homies still drinking 40’s,
Hustlin every morning on that same corner,
Money the root of evil, turning some to informants, damn

(Outro)
Life is such a bitch, all my hoes are thick
All my whips are on, haters suck a dick
Shout out to the sample, shout out to them dancers
Shout out to them exes and this nigga answer
I be hella styling, foreigns with no mileage
Samples on refreshin, pistol in my possesion
Take your bitch and keep er, call that repossesion
I’ma pour more Siroc, be back in a second

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Ace Hood - Ball 4 Eva Lyrics and Video

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(Intro)
A family that starved together
Hustled together, got rich together
We should ball 4 eva

(Hook)
4 eva eva, 4 eva eva
4 eva, 4 eva eva
I pray we ball 4 eva!
4 eva eva, 4 eva eva
4 eva, 4 eva eva
I pray we ball 4 eva!

(Verse)
Came up bottom to the top, I came so far and I never stop
Product of my block with a Glock and that blackboard with them locks
Ridin in the Maybach thinkin way back
Aye how we done came from far
How the fuck I get in this
Diamonds concept couple bricks
Peep the Rollie on my wrist, I understand why niggas pissed
Got no time for niggas hatin, I just make some reservations
When it come down to my niggas ain’t no sense of hesitation no
Champagne sippin, every night it’s movie scripted
Hop up in that coupe and know that bitch just go to missin
Too much liquor, bad decisions, we just livin like fuck Lemar
Hit the club and buy it out like fuck the bar
See them pretty fancy cars, better know it’s ours
And my niggas do the same thing
I gave em a job and they can feed mouths the same way
I pray that we ball 4 eva, we all on the same page
Look how far we came

(Bridge)
Started off broke, penny in my pocket
Tryina live a dream, accumulate a profit
Now we getting money, Monday through the Sunday
On another level, my niggas
I pray we ball 4 eva

(Hook)
4 eva eva, 4 eva eva
4 eva, 4 eva eva
I pray we ball 4 eva!
4 eva eva, 4 eva eva
4 eva, 4 eva eva
I pray we ball 4 eva!

(Verse)
Ballin my religion, pistol my supervision
Floaded my Jesus pieces
Sorry I’m superstitious
We them niggas who trendin
Foreign was never in it
Choppa clip come extended, for pussy niggas intended
All these niggas be lovin to hate
Government ain’t when I walk in the bank
Ballin bitch, LeBron in the paint
Still I ride with half a tank
Most these niggas claimin they real
There were them hard nights in that field
‘Member my dog Jolly got jammed
Get about a couple years in that cell
Now I’m ridin off in that Aston
Kick a whip in that Porsche
In the off of that BMW, next move is that Forbes
Young niggas, young niggas
Fuck boys can’t run with us
Talk toys you dumb boys
That glock kick like a 4 wheeler
Say 2 shows in one day
See recline on PJ
Take a look at my niggas face
Oh Lord how far we came
Went from struggling to finer things
Now it’s platinum chains and diamond rings

(Bridge)
Started off broke, penny in my pocket
Tryina live a dream, accumulate a profit
Now we getting money, Monday through the Sunday
On another level, my niggas
I pray we ball 4 eva

(Hook)
4 eva eva, 4 eva eva
4 eva, 4 eva eva
I pray we ball 4 eva!
4 eva eva, 4 eva eva
4 eva, 4 eva eva
I pray we ball 4 eva!

(Verse)
For the money and the power, get it by any means
Real niggas do real things
I say I’m countin all this paper
Bitch we livin a dream
Real niggas do real things

(Interlude)
I pray we ball 4 eva
4 eva eva, 4 eva eva
4 eva eva, 4 eva eva
4 eva eva Lord
I pray we ball 4 eva!
4 eva
Eva
I pray we ball 4 eva!

(Hook)
4 eva eva, 4 eva eva
4 eva, 4 eva eva
I pray we ball 4 eva!
4 eva eva, 4 eva eva
4 eva, 4 eva eva
I pray we ball 4 eva!

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Ace Hood - Motive Lyrics and Video (Ft. Kevin Cossom)

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(Verse)
Uh, wait till I get my money right
Bet you then she'll fuck me right
Bet you then she'll fuck me long
Do anything just so she'll be on
That lean in my cop and I'm blowing on loud
Today is the 4th and she coming in town
Remembering back when a nigga was down
It's funny how money could turn them around
Women that is highly sophisticated
Bottoms are red and their lips are painted
Pay for that body they waist deflated
Ass is fat and them hoes will hate it
Bag is Gucci, Louie and Berkin
Body amazing, dress fit perfect,
Beautiful girl, but is it worth it?
Is it my fame? Tell me your purpose
Fucking me good, just for them purses
Just for them cars, in love with the splurgin
Guess I'm a man who livin and learnin
I promise her pussy can get her the world
To get what she want and she suddenly plays an innocent girl

(Hook)
I know you better, cut it out
Acting like you love somebody
Acting like I might not notice
You should know just like I know
Is a motive, a motive
A motivation, honey,
Your motive is the money
So now we're back together,
But it won't last forever
Uh, motive! I want a motive

(Verse)
She do it for status, put the brain on hold
Her body have talent, she gave up her soul
(She gave up her soul), she gave up her soul
Straight to the top, she gon climb that pole
Show her for the life, show her for the lights
Say you make a deal, it’s all for the night
What's your motive? What's your motive?

(Hook)
I know you better, cut it out
Acting like you love somebody
Acting like I might not notice
You should know just like I know
Is a motive, a motive
A motivation, honey,
Your motive is the money
So now we're back together,
But it won't last forever
Uh, motive! I want a motive

(Verse)
Wait till I get my money right
Bet you that she’ll fuck tonight
Temptation running as high as ever
I'm trying to see what that pussy like
I'm still in my section, she's tearing me down
Wondering how she can draw my attention to bring her around
She loves the life, it might get her ice, my diamonds bright
Watching her body, that dress that she rocking is fitting her tight
Love, she could be somebody's wife,
But everything that shines ain't a diamond, right

(Hook)
I know you better, cut it out
Acting like you love somebody
Acting like I might not notice
You should know just like I know
Is a motive, a motive
A motivation, honey,
Your motive is the money
So now we're back together,
But it won't last forever
Uh, motive! I want a motive

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Ace Hood - Art of Deception Lyrics and Video

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(Intro)
Yea, Ace Hood
Feel me?
What?
Damn
People

(Hook)
Everything that shines ain’t a diamond
Tomorrow is a gift that ain’t promised
Nobody’s perfect, we all need alignments
And things are understood more with time and
If I die would you miss me?
If I fall would you lift me?
I swear life is such a mystery
I’m livin to become a part of history

(Verse)
Look in the mirror I can see your shame
Know you’re hurt but I don’t know your name
See you smile just to cover pain
While you patiently waitin for change
Tears runnin like a fosse
Hear the whispers as they gossip
Pretty girl with a cold heart
Life is like a script, she just playin the part
Love found in the wrong place
Self-esteem at its lowest rate
Mama gone, fuck her whereabouts
Plenty sold dreams, man in and out
Ain’t seen her dad like in 7 years
So she usin drugs just to try and heal
If I fuck you would you promise to stay?
She don’t know no other way
Bad bitches in my living room
Mind thinkin I’mma get it soon
Thinkin all the ways I’mma get that
Long legs, I’mma have em pinned back
Pretty as a summer day
And cold as a winter night
I pray that every soul gets to shine bright
Lord knows when the time right

(Hook)
Everything that shines ain’t a diamond
Tomorrow is a gift that ain’t promised
Nobody’s perfect, we all need alignments
And things are understood more with time and
If I die would you miss me?
If I fall would you lift me?
I swear life is such a mystery
I’m livin to become a part of history

(Verse)
Mama told me
Hard head make a soul fast
Dollar bills make a potence
She ain’t interested in any romance
Better come and get with the program
How was life when yo daddy gone
Only daughter, she bein let on
How the character know she dead wrong
Facin karma, it’s comin head on
She think she grown, only 17
Whole world that she never seen
Many men have travelled in-between
Said he love er then flip it like it’s a trampoline
Cold world, keep your sweater close
Doin 40 in the Phantom Ghost
Keep the ones who you love close
No assuming but you just never know

(Hook)
Everything that shines ain’t a diamond
Tomorrow is a gift that ain’t promised
Nobody’s perfect, we all need alignments
And things are understood more with time and
If I die would you miss me?
If I fall would you lift me?
I swear life is such a mystery
I’m livin to become a part of history

I’m livin to become a part of history

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Ace Hood - Famous Girl Lyrics and Video

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(Intro)
She just wanna be…
She just wanna…
She just wanna be…

(Hook)
She just wanna be famous, be famous
She fascinated by that life and the cars
And she just wanna be famous, be famous
On Instagram postin pictures like damn I gotta hit it
You take it, so contagious
And I can tell by the way that you are
That you just wanna be…
That you just wanna be…
That you just wanna be famous

(Verse)
Hello there darling, features are flawless
And deep astonished and pardon me if I’m honest
But um your body tonic
God it’s so supersonic
For real, and the way you walk in them heels
No, you ain’t move to this feel
What’s the deal? Got a job, where you work?
Louie purse on yo arm,
But still reside with yo moms
I beat the game on yo type
I noticed just what you like
Attention seeker, you steady tweettin them pics from behind
I see right through your disguise
Shorty you’re thirsty besides
I see the greed in yo eyes
When you see them ballers arrive
You watchin niggas pockets, say you model I’m stopping
Having out with celebs, every week bottles poppin, I get it

(Hook)
She just wanna be famous, be famous
She fascinated by that life and the cars
And she just wanna be famous, be famous
On Instagram postin pictures like damn I gotta hit it
You take it, so contagious
And I can tell by the way that you are
That you just wanna be…
That you just wanna be…
That you just wanna be famous

(Verse)
I understand it, presence is so demandin
Louie, Gucci, Chanel and the Berkin bags hit the standers
Get it dirty Diana, royal this Instagramer
Picture perfect example how love is made to the camera
You model, oh I figure
Bookin it for remember
Laughin at yo agenda, her body bold as December
I get it, you corrupted
Surgery on yo stomach
Livin without a budget
Frontin like you be stuntin
For fame, for name
With the cars and the chains
That shit gold, it’s a shame
Do anything for the game
But fairly, apologetic of people shorty I get it
Truth is never accepted
Your motive is so detected

(Hook)
She just wanna be famous, be famous
She fascinated by that life and the cars
And she just wanna be famous, be famous
On Instagram postin pictures like damn I gotta hit it
You take it, so contagious
And I can tell by the way that you are
That you just wanna be…
That you just wanna be…
That you just wanna be famous

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Conor Maynard - Don’t You Worry Child Lyrics and Video

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There was a time, I used to look into my father’s eyes
In a happy home, I was a king I had a gold throne
Those days are gone, now the memories are on the wall
I still hear the sounds from the places that I was born

Chorus:

Up on the hill across the blue lake
That’s where I had my first heart break
I still remember how it all changed
My father said
Don’t you worry, don’t you worry child
See heaven’s got a plan for you
Don’t you worry, don’t you worry now

Oooooh oooooh

There was a time, I met a girl of a different kind
We ruled the world
I thought I’ll never lose her out of sight
We were so young, I think of her now and then
I still hear the songs reminding me of a friend

Chorus:

Up on the hill across the blue lake
That’s where I had my first heart break
I remember how it all changed
My father said
Don’t you worry, don’t you worry child
See heaven’s got a plan for you
Don’t you worry, don’t you worry now
Yeah!

Oooooh oooh

Baby don’t you worry, don’t you worry
Don’t you worry child

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Frankmusik - You Are Here Lyrics and Video

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She guards a secret that I depleted
Cause I didn’t know myself
And I wasn’t clever, promise forever
And I kept it on the shelf
Can’t do your thing, take me back to the color I met you on
I wouldn’t wanna be the same
Baby girl just take me home
Yeah, o-oo-oh
Yeah, o-oo-oh
Yeah, o-oo-oh
Yeah, o-oo-oh

Is it any surprise?
I’m singing with tears in my eyes
O-oh-oh
I broke us apart, and now I wonder why
Well I hoṗe he treats you well
He comes home to you at night
I hope he shows you the love
That I kept all inside

I’ll flee this city without you
I’ll flee this city without you
Life!
I said
I’ll flee this city without you
I’ll flee this city without you
And I lied
Well I hope he treats you well
He comes home to you at night
I hope he shows you the love
That I kept all inside
Yeah

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Brad Paisley - The Ballad of Honey Boo Boo Lyrics and Video

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In the hills of Georgia, at a modest home
Lived a sugared-up beauty queen garden gnome
(here comes Honey Boo Boo)
She’s sing a song, whistle a tune,
Make ketchup s’getty with her momma June
(here comes Honey Boo Boo)
Ye-ha
She’s roaming the country, she’s on the loose
Filled with balls of cheese and go-go juice
(here comes Honey Boo Boo)
Ye-ha
She’s fighting for justice and the American way
From the mountain-toṗ she screams “everybody’s a little gay”
That’s right
An American hero, down to the core
She eats her meals right off the floor
(here comes Honey Boo Boo)
This is the ballad of Honey Boo Boo

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Sevendust - Decay Lyrics and Video

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One of us is out here and want me
The deepest lies
Adore you and control you in every way,
You’re giving us nothing

Chorus:
Decay! Cut the tongue, just spit with to say
Don’t believe, don’t believe it
The wrong way, on a path to somewhere
Defeat yourself is not a way (?)

Born into a life that depletes me of empty words
A thought to an (?) condemns you another day
Again you’ll be nothing

Chorus:
Decay! Cut the tongue, just spit with to say
Don’t believe, don’t believe it
The wrong way, on a path to somewhere
Defeat yourself is not a way

Take it away!

Chorus:
Decay! Cut the tongue, just spit with to say
Don’t believe, don’t believe it
The wrong way, on a path to somewhere
Defeat yourself is not a way
Decay! Cut the tongue, just spit with to say
Don’t believe, don’t believe it
The wrong way, on a ṗath to somewhere
Defeat yourself is not a way
Decay

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Rick Ross - Ball Lyrics and Video (Ft. Gunplay)

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'Ball' Lyrics - Rick Ross (Ft. Gunplay)
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[Intro: Rick Ross]
Mastermind, nigga
Money bag, shorty, I’mma take over all this shit
I put that money on you, nigga,
your own brother’ll do you, you hear me?
Yeah you, nigga
At your granddaddy’s house

[Verse 1: Rick Ross]
Ridin’ with a model, a prize, she can swallow
Tat my name on her any nigga got a problem
Crib big as Lennox, fuck goin’ shoppin’
Throw a couple dollars, you can’t compare papi
Bitch you know I got it, I could get you waxed
Dirty-ass nigga do your ass for a stack
White Reeboks – I ride in the Porsche
Gladys Knight, hazard lights, got a bag for your boy
RIP Jean, rest in peace Deemy D
ATL legends when it came to the green
Wanna start a war with them Miami boys
Fuck around and just make your granddaddy house explode
(At your granddaddy house, nigga)
(Nigga, I put a million on you)
(Had to do ya at your granddaddy house, nigga)

[Hook 1]
Boss, boss, boss, boss, boss, boss, boss, boss, boss
Boss, boss, boss, boss, boss, boss, boss, boss, boss

[Verse 2: Gunplay]
(Double M G, nigga, we run this shit – fuck)
(Maybach Music)
(Maybach Music)
Hundred hoes in the house and they all fuckin’
Watch dog-ass Gunplay ball again
I don’t see these motherfuckers, they small as hell
Two places I ain’t goin’ – broke and jail
You think you really run this hit until you run into me
We can turn this into whatever you want it to be
I got a bitch in the bed, I got fee in the safe
So much fee in the safe, she let me pee in her face
I need a cunt and a blunt, everyday of the month
It’s a full-time job not to trigger you up
I know all y’all hatin’, I’m the nigga you love
Fresh out the cuff spot and fill up the club
You say you got hoes, nigga, how many?
Show me one and I bet I’ve been all in it
Every day since then she been callin’ me
I was all in that pussy smokin’ Paul Lemon

[Hook 2]
Ball, ball, ball, ball, ball, ball
Ball, ball, ball, ball, ball
I got a bottle, got a model, got a molly, got a blunt

[Verse 3: T.I.]
The club full of bad bitches and they came to play
Okay it must be your hair cause it ain't your face
Now if you lookin’ for them bottles and them stacks girl
Then make your way up to my section where it’s at girl
Okay now do you wanna kick it with a nigga with a meal ticket
Broke nigga looking mad, they just gotta deal with it
Get right hoe – roll a dice hoe
And you ain't gotta be a dyke ‘cause you like hoes
But everyday I step behind the wall
I do it big, ride fly, stunt, shine and ball
I got a bunch of money, so come and get it from me
And a bucket full of bottles, bust it open
If you wanna get…

[Hook 3]
This club so packed, these hoes so drunk
This club so packed, these hoes so drunk
This club so packed, these hoes so drunk
I got a bottle, got a model, got a molly, got a blunt
Ball, ball, ball, ball, ball, ball
Ball, ball, ball, ball, ball
I got a bottle, got a model, got a molly, got a blunt

[Verse 4: Lil’ Wayne]
Ain’t no nigga like the Young Money nigga
Pop that pussy like a gun, pull the trigger
Shake that ass like a salt shaker
I keep a L lit up like a elevator
Bitch shake it like a dog, hop like a frog, ride it like a horse
I throw that dick like darts
Drink all muddy, flag all bloody
I’m killin’ these hoes like that nigga Ted Bundy
I’m a good lookin’ rapper, I ain’t tryna stunt
I’mma fire my blunt like Donald Trump
Where you at hoe? Where you at hoe?
Can a nigga stick his key up in your back door
Tunechi

[Hook 4]
This club so packed, these hoes so drunk
This club so packed, these hoes so drunk
This club so packed, these hoes so drunk
I got a bottle, got a model, got a molly, got a blunt

[Verse 5: T.I.]
And do the thing in slow motion like Soulja Slim
And come around, wipe me down like Boosie and them
Back that thang up for me, show me that you love me
If it’s really too much for you you can bring a couple buddies
Everyday I do my thang, big stones and chains
She let me drill all in her mouth, no Novocaine
Them other broke niggas, all they did was told ya thangs
I could get ya on that G4 and show ya thangs
I like my women fat-assed, pretty toes and things
Long hair don't care as long as none down there
If it’s manicured I can have fun down there
Take you to whatever club, throw some money in the air

[Hook 3]

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Future ATL - Fo Real Lyrics and Video (Ft. Drake)

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[Hook: Future]
It’s over 25 girls in my section
Let’s make a movie tonight, you won’t regret
For real…
For real…
You know the money bring the cars and the cars bring the hoes
Rockstar life, that’s how it goes
For real…
For real…

[Bridge: Future]
Who got that drink in here, who got that drink?
They wanna pop champagne, they wanna drink
For real…
For real…

[Verse 1: Future]
They wish they was rockstars like us
I bet you they wish they could get fly like us
The same gang of niggas in here with money on us
We got them mollies in here, they mix that Xan and that tusk
Ain’t go to church this Sunday but I had church
I paid my tides with them strippers, bought the bitch a purse
I’m on a whole other planet, never on the Earth
I brought my whole hood with me and we goin’ berserk

[Bridge: Future]

[Hook: Future]

[Verse 2: Drake]
Even though I used to act, man this shit is not an act, nigga
I have never lied on a track, on facts, nigga
A lot of people willin’ to back that, and if you backtrack
I spoke about this comin’ to fruition in my raps, nigga
Yeah – then it happened, nigga, what’s up, nigga?
You just jealous, you just better shut the fuck up
This that I been on the road shit, I’m back on my old shit
416, we know your bitch, that Freebandz OVO shit, for real

[Bridge: Future]

[Hook: Future]

[Verse 3: Future]
I be splurgin’, Christian Dior, I got Chanel on order
I met that girl and had to spoil her ‘cause that girl’s so loyal
I met her when she was a dime and turned into a quarter
We drank champagne just like it’s water, drink that liquor like water
Nigga told me: hoe bitch – that’s when I went hard
I bought some guns, I bought some ice and bought some more lawyers
You try and take what I done sacrificed and worked hard for
I’m in that mode, I’m in that zone like when a nigga raw
I’m celebratin’ every day, goddamn it I could be starvin’
Let’s have a toast to all my niggas runnin’ up in apartments
We had a good year this year, we made a lot of fortunes
And we very fortunate…

[Bridge: Future]

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Curren$y - His and Her Ferraris Lyrics and Video

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[Verse]
His and her Ferraris, she was there when I started
Rolled with me when I wasn't sure where I was going
Saw a king in me, knew my crown was coming
Carry me like royalty, back when I had nothing
Now a nigga stunting and them angry fuckers grumpy
She be wanted to spend her bread to get them niggas wacked for me
I ain't tripping off them simpleton honey, I think it's funny
How your partner go on to plotting and then they be wanting to pop ya
I keep my circle tight, earth, wind, fire
My bitch, my weed, my lighter, night rider driving
Music at a cool volume I don't think they more higher
Then us, if you ain't pass the stars then you right by one
Got a fresh pardon to death, jet life and it's the set
Married to the mob, 25 thousand dollars
Baby that's not no dress, that's a gown
Look good on ya but it would look way better on the ground

[Hook]x2
His and her Ferraris she was there when I started
Roll with me when I wasn't sure where I was going

[Verse]
His and her Ferraris she was there when I started
Never question me stepping in, 4 in the morning
Respected my hustle, knew the kid had to be gone
Wasn't right how I left you lonely but that's how it is baby girl
When you chose a man that's hungry
Common sense to want somebody that wants some shit
I want all of this, whatever comith to me and whatever they was gon' get
If they hating on me, fuck them niggas, that's just how I feel
Smoking that fully automatic with no safety on it, chill
Dangerous OG and medical label on it for real
Dress sharply like the Taylor Tate razor army
Made the papers all about how I make paper homie
A couple of ladies, I'm kinda player, don't let that phase ya
Want another one, when we land we'll be in Las Vegas
Call your home girls tell ‘em you made it
Fuck that, fly your home girls in tell ‘em you major we made it

[Outro]
L lfe, his and her Ferrari she was there when I started
His and her Ferrari she was there when I started
Roll with me when I wasn't sure where I was going
His and her Ferrari she was there when I

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Slum Village - Riot Lyrics and Video (Ft. Joe Scudda, Rapper Big Pooh, Kam Corvet & T3)

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I set it off like I'm F Gary Gray
I step up the scene niggas had nothing to say
bite your tongue, keep quiet I starve riots,
homies this ain't recess, if you feel the way, hit that E Jack,
reject pity, 'cause I'ma be back, they snippin with the sea pack,
see racks to destroy tracks,
this ain't B boy rap, this ain't D boy trap,
ain't seen more black, tell em prease this smack,
they setting traps all the time, study to all the rhyme
you're ready to order mine, I swore like colon bime,
I'm doing just fine without the others,
go ask my brother, and when you see my nieces tell em uncle time is level
the long in this four call the room pad it,
when nothing really matters, put the matter I had it,
my eagle bitch shout it, prime been bout it,
my heart been brune, so much I turn addict,
a glucking for the pain, I'm motherfucking shame,
with the nigga go through before he really wanna change
I'm really wanna hang the old me but the new me with the survive the old me
listen closely, rappers don't approach me,
trickers tryin to brose me,
but I still land it like I drop down on four feet,
say nothing drowns beat, I'm nothing on steam,
..party yours when this is the dram team, motherf*cker.

Oh ohh, oh ohh

Check!
post it up in the corner, homie you're born of
whole game is there, call up the corner,
9-11 on the dial, see you're looking fowl,
walked out with the frown, left out with a smile,
addict two, like f*ck em all,
..to a pieces f*ck em all, no time for it,
got a crime for it, giant hand..no script but I'm on a line for it,
damn, tell me they couldn't read it,
roll without 7 they told em they couldn't beat it,
sculpted up all cast so cold to fridge it,
cast in their feelings, so mad they're living
watch out living, now they wanna imitate,
a cube to game intimidate, 'cause I refuse do a similate
with the in crowd, yeah I'm a rebel and I've been proud
before I am, and where I stand is a man forever..
and hold out nuts in my hand,
do again but I..fuck that many plan and the style.

Appreciate me while I'm still here,
and do a map of trick, disappear out my ocular,
respect drum can't see with binoculars,
hold life, should have put it in the journal
read it at night, small light not eternal,
I'm like a wild sky, left the truth lies,
call me in the mix cause so much ..lies,
ain't talking bout the grip, no I'm talking bout god
to name shit the same to me, you're stepping 9 to 9
yeah y'all nigga make believe fairy tale, our love us
can't stand I had for us so parallel weather
even though we stay and float like a..
yeah I saw my faults and I come through it
so flue it, now nigga time cruise it, yeah
get on my level kid you know what I get it the
but instead dog I stack green pyramids.

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Progress - Live Wires Lyrics and Video (Ft. Reks, Termanology, Slaine & Ea$y Money)

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Do anything at any given time
A live wire, you need niggas like that around

I’m back on my nick cage
And leaving lies fagots ways
And 5th the irish whiskey hokal
With the heart of gold and a bag of haze
Fuck swag, slainy got her swagging on the agavate
Atitude when executing, if I don’t leave this fagots
Ate apparently
I prove too much of force to be held
Wonder war but unfortunately cost me as well
If I’m buying them I’m buying don’t force me to sell
I maim in the name of heaven, till I’m scorching in hell
My life is lived amongst the chosen, my gifts are possesed
But I’m …obsessed, stuck with all the sick shit, I guess
Years ago I had a death wish with a pistol, depressed
And I ain’t had nothing but trust me, I done risked it for less
Now my story is told, is urban legend of those
Who live in the cold, cocaine drips in they nose
And I spose I have rose, above most of my foes
Look me in the eyes, it’s like beeing close to the a cause

I keep shake gutter, I don’t be doing them dances
My flow similar to front doors, put you in trances
Raised on 90’s rap, so whenever I perform
You hear hip hop in its pure forst
23 defense, I am in the zone
Even when I am one deep, I am not alone
What that there means? I’m riding with the chrome
My dogs co signed, like I’m apllying for a loan
Still mad cats from the same hood I represent me
You think they would represent me
But I took a pound, couple rounds lay them suckers down
Never stuck my dick in the circle, nah, I don’t fuck around
Lift skirts like a female thief
On these internet gangsters who email beef
You dying to get some of these figures
Too much bread, you never calculate to sum up these figures

Time is up, my time is now
Seen the, wanna be thugs, the all day dreamers
Niggas get beat up, in 192 when we meet up
Hostage the leader, while we roll the weed up
Niggas never earn stripes like adidas
I rep my block, give a fuck who don’t need us
12 cribs holding heaters
Millimiters will put your feet up
Like passing through with the vacuum cleaner
I’ma brew street warrior, that’s my damn team
Professional shooters with good aim no beam
Always on the scene, spittin more than 16
While niggas at home tryina keep they sneaks clean
Niggas act tough but they scared inside
Ship one off, you be the first to testify
Supposed to be real, the fuck happened to your pride?
Claiming that you ride, money scared nigga, petrified

Ain’t no struggle with that progress
God bless these bars I orchestrate
While y’all rest, uses terminology to leave em slain honest
Money wasn’t easy, my family nicky from breast
Pest control slept with rats and roach, home infested
Got with a slick click quick with chose to throw a message
Poems, epics, to know to show the homies exits
It’s ain’t just trap or die, rappers my magnify, ing glass
At last, I see it’s bigger than my add, deeper than death
From out the speaker let, my voice, live wire
Electrify the set, good choice of the pourist populated
If I in the …players press play and zoom
Let the rhythm consume and take ya
Where outta space is loom haters no room I gave ya
I write these bars like I’m still in the bottom rotting
Niggas relate, a alikes, can’t be forgotten

A true live wire, inspired by my society
Driving through the city, police checks sobriety
My ebt call my former id
Cook like george forman, perform like r lee
Live, wire to the wire tap, marijuana medicine
Fire order…yeah I made this beat
But you won’t see a dime of that
I’m stacking up my cream and I ain’t even tryina rap
I’m tryina act, make beats, direct videos
Run a rap label and stay hood political
Live like the third rail kimo l
Kill em all, cause dead man sing no tales
If you got a big gun but you ain’t down to shoot it
Just find you a live wire, the block’s always recruiting
I’m stupid with getting loose, shooters stay in my crew
Cause lucifer’s in my roots, bring death to y’all too.

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Progress - Live Wires (Ft. Reks, Termanology, Slaine & Ea$y Money)

Mach Five - Who You Rollin Wit Lyrics and Video (Ft. Trinidad James)

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'Who You Rollin Wit' Lyrics - Mach Five (Ft. Trinidad James)
Here is Who You Rollin Wit Lyrics by Mach Five Ft. Trinidad James

Nigga, who you're rollin with?
Nigga, who you're rollin with?
Nigga, who you're rollin with?
Nigga, who you're rollin with?
Nigga, who you're rollin with?
Nigga, who you're rollin with?
Nigga, who you're rollin with?
Nigga, who you're rollin with?
Nigga, who you're rollin with?
Nigga, who you're rollin with?
Nigga, who you're rollin with?
Nigga, who you're rollin with?

Bitch, you start by…
I pop the molly, got in the booze,
Then start spitting that fine
And now nigga, I ain't lying
I ain't made it yet, but I'm trying
Would you look it forth? who craving, molly?
But I fuck niggas who by?
I'm your favorite club supply
My cousin got that 40 cal and in the day a nigga to try
I put that on everything, fuck nigga, you're dying!
But I ain't about that… shit
I rather keep shit with
Your bitch is… with dope talk and decent!

Nigga, who you're rollin with?
Nigga, who you're rollin with?
Nigga, who you're rollin with?
Nigga, who you're rollin with?
Nigga, who you're rollin with?
Nigga, who you're rollin with?
Nigga, who you're rollin with?
Nigga, who you're rollin with?
Nigga, who you're rollin with?
Nigga, who you're rollin with?
Nigga, who you're rollin with?
Nigga, who you're rollin with?

Who you're rolling with? It's time to represent
My chick's so elegant, I'm feeling like the President!
Motherfuck the government, kill an undercover cop
I'll be out, get hustling for years, I could never stop!
So what the fuck you want, hoe?
Blowing hell of skunks, hoe?
Hard boxing in the parking lot, that's running low!
Three hot, goons what, bitch I stay up on my job
Your girl treat me like a god, God is slabbing on my knot

Nigga, who you're rollin with?
Nigga, who you're rollin with?
Nigga, who you're rollin with?
Nigga, who you're rollin with?
Nigga, who you're rollin with?
Nigga, who you're rollin with?
Nigga, who you're rollin with?
Nigga, who you're rollin with?
Nigga, who you're rollin with?
Nigga, who you're rollin with?
Nigga, who you're rollin with?
Nigga, who you're rollin with?

I'm rolling with my niggas who was with me dirt
(Sister dirt!)
I'm rolling with my niggas who was with me hurt
(We was hurt!)
Rolling with the niggas who was with me
Thinking damn, fuck the whole shit,
I gotta stay up on my focus!
Stay away from them vultures
They're just hacking our culture
My Jewish bitch she ain't called shit
I'mma have me just take dough! no!
But lay me on, met a girl who's waving at one
Help me get my brother that bum, money
You're so sweet as milk and honey!
I got my.. to the ear and that's the truth!
They're smoking… I'm drinking on that hundred proof (hundred proof)
These bitches busting down, don't know what else to do (what to do)
Your chick will do the same around real niggas too! (yeah!)
That's my shit (that's my shit)
It's pimping mind (pimping mind)
Born in Chicago, you know it's pimping mine
I got my Sanitizer now I got my…
..on any nigga coming at us,
And that shit ain't righteous!

Break it down, pass the blunt
Crank the head, let's get fucked up!
Break it down, pass the blunt
Crank the head, let's get fucked up!
Break it down, pass the blunt
Crank the head, let's get fucked up!
Break it down, pass the blunt
Crank the head, let's get fucked up!

Nigga, who you're rollin with?
Nigga, who you're rollin with?
Nigga, who you're rollin with?
Nigga, who you're rollin with?
Nigga, who you're rollin with?
Nigga, who you're rollin with?
Nigga, who you're rollin with?
Nigga, who you're rollin with?
Nigga, who you're rollin with?
Nigga, who you're rollin with?
Nigga, who you're rollin with?
Nigga, who you're rollin with?

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Mach Five - Who You Rollin Wit (Ft. Trinidad James)

K-Boy - Drop It Lyrics and Video (Ft. Chubby Jag)

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'Drop It' Lyrics - K-Boy (Ft. Chubby Jag)
Here is Drop It Lyrics by K-Boy Ft. Chubby Jag

[Hook]
Club all packed, everybody geekin
Fin to turn it up and we do it every weekend
Kush in the air, everybody high
Bottles stay popping look like 4th of july
And let see you, drop it to the beat girl
Go ahead and, drop it to the beat girl
Now let see you, drop it to the beat girl
Bang it up, back it up and drop it to the beat girl

Yeah, more wet bottles to the neck
The ratchets over there, but the models to the left
The killers in the cut, fly niggas throwing racks
Lil mama in them tights, got an ass so fat,
Damn, she got a nigga on
2 thick, wonder how she got them leggers on
Took her to the bar, 2 shots of patron
Seen the homie chubby all up on the bad redbone
Oh, I know I’m gonna take it down
Nigga faded, I’m tryina get her naked now
Bag full of kush, told the bitch to break it down
Weed everywhere, like we just came from jamaica town
Yeah, you niggas know what the deal is
Hide your bitch when we on in the building
The hoe trash but this bitch bad
And go and drop that ass like you working for some cash

[Hook]
Club all packed, everybody geekin
Fin to turn it up and we do it every weekend
Kush in the air, everybody high
Bottles stay popping look like 4th of july
And let see you, drop it to the beat girl
Go ahead and, drop it to the beat girl
Now let see you, drop it to the beat girl
Bang it up, back it up and drop it to the beat girl

Sick boy, she know I’m the shit boy
Tell her whole deuces, yeah, she know I’m legit boy
Flat tie polo, got her calling me rich boy
Got me fin to hit, these chickens be on my dick boy
Chubby, yeah, about 30 on the wrist now
Nigga money going up, hoes get down
Turn from the henny got my mind on the piff now
Hustle man, know I got the blind on the chris brown
Chubby nigga fin to leave, I’m just breezin through
Bad bitch turn around, say she leaving too
I see her ass whole waist, got the muscle up
Bubble butt, make it bring it back twice, double up
You bring the hoes out, is what they hit me for
2 last bows, never rode a stick before
Smoke out in the back, getting burnt now
You know the model, turning up till they turn down, chubby!

[Hook]
Club all packed, everybody geekin
Fin to turn it up and we do it every weekend
Kush in the air, everybody high
Bottles stay popping look like 4th of july
And let see you, drop it to the beat girl
Go ahead and, drop it to the beat girl
Now let see you, drop it to the beat girl
Bang it up, back it up and drop it to the beat girl.

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K-Boy - Drop It (Ft. Chubby Jag)

DJ Victoriouz - Koolin Lyrics and Video (Ft. Twista & King L)

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'Koolin' Lyrics - DJ Victoriouz (Ft. Twista & King L)
Here is Koolin Lyrics by DJ Victoriouz Ft. Twista & King L

Roll up the dough, roll up the dough,
bitch will be koolin'
blow up the giant, bitch we've been koolin'
call up some dutch, bitch we've been koolin
lot of benz in my rubby, chains bitch I'll be koolin'.
We've been koolin', bitch we've been koolin'.
we've been koolin', bitch we've been koolin'.
All the shit, smoking dope, we've been koolin'
f*cking all this bad hoes, we've been koolin'.

See me koolin' in a lock, in a drop, full of narrow apart
and nah, do a niggas not,
got for Louie forever on do, he head me hot,
he was chillin' on the block, what a thought
and he was koolin', but he got the tool in,
watching them niggas, I don't know who they think they foolin'
never take a day off, like a machine is slace off,
I take your bitch, your block, I'll take your whip and that's face off
then been waste off of my A six,
don't mess with the pulse I ask haters,
when I'll be with my niggas I don't worry about em,
but it's all a ride with my banger,
only dutching woods and white paper,
don't smoke no blunts with no strangers
they don't..the cup with no anger and I'll get too high to any danger,
I'm a boss surrounded by them niggas that will not go pop..
ain't no talk, so learn your lesson no end up dress the ..
'cause you're soft I can prove it,
don't make me do it,
but I'd rather be over that cup ain't nothing to it,
now that you go, got fucked up so I can fool it,
we wish just chillin, smoking blunt so we was coolin,

[Hook:]

Catch me down the rich koolin' nigga I murder rap,
catch me in the straight and bumpin boss murder rap,
coolin with your bitch she own me, she say I'm too cool,
get your..soft the cool and pass me..
then my movie I'll be koolin, smoking watch and..
sister got the heat koolin, while I'm poppin it,
your bitch cool, she roll my weed from me when we koolin;
you'll be buggin, study callin her, why we koolin'
bright that shine and all this diamonds on my cool eyes,
got your bitch on the corner with her cute eyes
she want a Louie as it cool f*ck it with you,
I'm like sure, I'm a cool individual.

[Hook:]

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DJ Victoriouz  - Koolin (Ft. Twista &  King L)

Mayalino - Street Religion Lyrics and Video (Ft. Pusha T)

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'Street Religion' Lyrics - Mayalino (Ft. Pusha T)
Here is Street Religion Lyrics by Mayalino Ft. Pusha T

I know the plug, I’m talking to the plug
Without the plug, nigga we starving
Cars getting repo, diamonds stop sparklin
These pity hoes leave us, and fuck the next boss man
No more feregamo, herman’s or gevanchi shit
No more coupe, no more chain or this rollie shit
No more friends, no more bottles in the club shit
Baby mama trippin, cause I ain’t giving her shit
I rather be inprisoned than this broke shit
2004 shit, big Joe snitching
Losie came home, 9 years different
Abel came home 10 years different
3 years in the fed, just went by
I came back to the plug and got on my grind
100 000 just drove by, them shady niggas hate me
Cause mayalino does shine

[Hook]
Street religion, we living
Kilograms nigga, we livin,
Kilograms nigga, we livin,
Kilograms nigga, we livin,
This is street religion
Kilograms nigga, we livin,
Kilograms nigga, we livin,
Kilograms nigga, we livin,

Yeah, these fakes rap a thousand grams
Shit, you gotta show me where your money at
Shit, show me where your jewelry at nigga
Nigga, show me where the cars at
Before the deal, these niggas didn’t have that
Before the deal, I promise they ain’t have that
I’m a million dollar nigga way before rap
Half of mill in 3 days man we sold crack
10 000 that you stole, you can have that
50 000 that you kept, you can have that
10 mil the feds kept, they can have that
Free my nigga pete grams, hundred million dollars man
Shit, I just wanna fuck and ball
Shit, I just wanna fuck and ball
Cause when the feds come, I loose it all
Cause when the feds come, I loose it all

[Hook]
Street religion, we living
Kilograms nigga, we livin,
Kilograms nigga, we livin,
Kilograms nigga, we livin,
This is street religion
Kilograms nigga, we livin,
Kilograms nigga, we livin,
Kilograms nigga, we livin,

Get money blow money, get money again, fuck it
My street religion comes from needs deep in sinnin
Winnin by any means, my malcolm x beginnings
Sellin dope start to finish, then we replenish
They told me I could be anything, I chose the chemist
They showed me I could be anything, I chose the menace
Old dog hair platted, trap house, air mattress
Mayalino threw an extra bricks now that’s a care package
What you know about dining with your jeweler
When the karats weight in ounces and it’s measured with the ruler
Ever flew your bitch out to the islands to try and scuba
And she can’t even swim, terry mugla tooth
…on the skin, hunned dollar pedicure
So she just dip em in, thousand dollar weave…
She don’t even bend, cause she don’t see the sense
This is living, this is pyrex vision
This is kitchen counter top, chop chop with precision, push!

[Hook]
Street religion, we living
Kilograms nigga, we livin,
Kilograms nigga, we livin,
Kilograms nigga, we livin,
This is street religion
Kilograms nigga, we livin,
Kilograms nigga, we livin,
Kilograms nigga, we livin.

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Mayalino - Street Religion (Ft. Pusha T)

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