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Jahlil Beats - Dear Lord Lyrics and Video (Ft. Tayyib Ali)

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'Dear Lord' Lyrics - Jahlil Beats (Ft. Tayyib Ali)
Here is Dear Lord Lyrics by Jahlil Beats Ft. Tayyib Ali

(Intro)
Yeah, uh
It’s the realest shit

(Verse 1 – Tayyib Ali)
Dear Lord, I want it, so you gotta tell me something
Growing up I was crazy, same streets I lost my mother
And since we talk in public, I can’t tell you about my brother
But I guess he thought them niggas couldn’t touch him
Yo, can I live without struggle
When we was fourteen, we stopped going to school
Rapping on days off, trapping on days off
One day I’ll make it to New York in time
But until then, I’m on my grind, niggas dying and shit
Still got my old chucks on the wire and shit
Sometimes I cry for a bit, but then my homie told me it was life
Same night I got goals so I’m trying play the game right
I’m a star and I know it, soul in the dirt
But when I’m hurt, man I still don’t show it
Even though what mattered to me it will never change actually
It will only make me a man
Yo it’s easy to do the same thing with both your people’s in jail
And that’s the reason you ain’t have to be in at 12
And all the things I’m doing now, I’m doing it well
Cause if I stay here, I’ll be dead or in jail for real!

(Hook)
Hustle all the time, just trying to get it right (all night)
I pray to God that we’ll make it through the night (all right)
I gotta make the best out of life,
Get it for cheap, or pay the price (right)
Yeah, hustle all the time, just trying to get it right (all night)
I pray to God that we’ll make it through the night (all right)
I gotta make the best out of life,
Get it for cheap, or pay the price (right)

(Verse 2 – Tayyib Ali)
Yo, if I keep my faith in God, I can shine when the time come
The grind got me nationwide like Verizon
I know some niggas put their future right behind them
Crystal right besides them, never worry about the outcome
Now the jail cell is where some of them reside in
I can’t do that shit
No pussy, no weed, no studio
I’m hella serious, I know I sound goofy, though
But this the story of my life, I grew up where some don’t make it
And the skinny niggas pack guns, stick it in their arms
Nightmares on the floor, woke up early in the morn
I'm feelin like it’s fourth and long
On the field, the disadvantages, told my niggas, they don’t understand this shit
I inspire people, I'm try win a Grammy with
Crooked letter, swear I'm on some David Banner shit
I just hope I see the day that I understand this shit!

(Hook)
Hustle all the time, just trying to get it right (all night)
I pray to God that we’ll make it through the night (all right)
I gotta make the best out of life,
Get it for cheap, or pay the price (right)
Yeah, hustle all the time, just trying to get it right (all night)
I pray to God that we’ll make it through the night (all right)
I gotta make the best out of life,
Get it for cheap, or pay the price (right)

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Jahlil Beats - Dear Lord (Ft. Tayyib Ali)



Jahlil Beats - Young, Gettin’ It (Remix) Lyrics and Video (Ft. Meek Mill)

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'Young, Gettin’ It (Remix)' Lyrics - Jahlil Beats (Ft. Meek Mill)
Here is Young, Gettin’ It (Remix) Lyrics by Jahlil Beats Ft. Meek Mill

(Intro: Kirko Bangz)
Young and I’m getting it, young and I’m getting it
Young and I’m getting it, young and I’m getting it
I’m just young and I'm living, shit
I just want the money, y’all can keep them bitches
Cause I’m young and I’m getting it, I’m young and I’m getting it

(Hook: Kirko Bangz)
Ok, I wake up in the morning and I see dollar signs
And shawty wanna roll, I’m like oh man she fine
I got money all in my pocket and my Audemar on shine
So why you hating on me, huh, I’m just living my life
I’m just young and I’m getting it, young and I’m getting it
Young and I’m getting it, young and I’m getting it
I’m just young and I'm living, shit
I just want the money, y’all can keep them bitches
Cause I’m young and I’m getting it, I’m young and I’m getting it

(Verse 1: Meek Mill)
Yeah, young nigga I get money and fuck hoes on my spare time
She don’t fuck on the first night, then she don’t meet my deadline
Niggas smokin that Bob Marley, that Bob Marley like Yea Mon
I’m sipping on the whole eighth of the purp shit, bed time
I cop foreigns like Jordans, y'all niggas ain’t important
Shawty want that molly, and I’ma get what she order
Tats all on my body, strapped up like a war
Eat the pussy I prolly, if it smell like water
Her neck talk say fuck me, my wrist talk say suck me
The niggas claiming they balling, I take your bitch Kris Humphries
And make them buy me a whip nigga, nothing less than the 6 nigga
Yall ran your mouth like hoes, all you are some bitch niggas

(Hook: Kirko Bangz)
Ok, I wake up in the morning and I see dollar signs
And shawty wanna roll, I’m like oh man she fine
I got money all in my pocket and my Audemar on shine
So why you hating on me, huh, I’m just living my life
I’m just young and I’m getting it, young and I’m getting it
Young and I’m getting it, young and I’m getting it
I’m just young and I'm living, shit
I just want the money, y’all can keep them bitches
Cause I’m young and I’m getting it, I’m young and I’m getting it

(Verse 2: Meek Mill)
Okay, your baby mama: I bought that, side chick: I bought that
Main chick: I bought that, and your dream girl just called back
I’m still repping that north side with that big P on my ballcap
These broke niggas don’t like me, cause they say I think I’m all that
Now Coon cop that ‘rarri, I don’t even feel sorry
Niggas claimin my flows I should put these niggas on Maury
And I ain’t claming these hoes, have these haters looking all sorry
When I pulled up in that Rolls, swag was surfing on ‘em like gnarley
I’m with 3 hoes like Santa Claus, and I’m the boss, Diana Ross
Hit you girl by mistake nigga, wasn’t even in my plan at all
I told homie I hit it there, this nigga wanna be playing it off
Knowing that girl is main thang, that shit don’t like nigga, bang bang!

(Hook: Kirko Bangz)
Ok, I wake up in the morning and I see dollar signs
And shawty wanna roll, I’m like oh man she fine
I got money all in my pocket and my Audermar on shine
So why you hating on me, huh, I’m just living my life
I’m just young and I’m getting it, young and I’m getting it
Young and I’m getting it, young and I’m getting it
I’m just young and I'm living, shit
I just want the money, y’all can keep them bitches
Cause I’m young and I’m getting it, I’m young and I’m getting it

(Verse)
I be sippin on that rose, I be sippin on that lean
24 I’m countin my dough, Shawty trippin off that beam
I be rockin all that fly shit, got Versace on my thumb
Diamonds shine like paparazzi, I tell mami that’s verses cut
We roll deep like shower posy, kamikaze call yo bluff
I be icy, don’t play hockey, nigga stop it don’t you come
I got YSL on my back, I make YSL’s on that track
Shawty can’t stand on that drink
Told er go and sit on my lap
Got yo bitch up in my Rolls Royce, I don’t give em no choice
Fuck niggas that run dry
Niggas making no noise

I’m straight out the bottle, straight out the gutter
Came out the hood, that’s why drink all the bottles

I be smoking on that loud when I be drinking purple stuff
I be chillin up in green house, 100 bottles of that stuff
They be fuckin with that molly, got the models on that stuff
I be rockin all that fly shit, hundred dollars on my cup

But enough is not enough, but enough is not enough
But enough is not enough, but enough is not enough
But enough is not enough, but enough is not enough
But enough is not enough, but enough is not enough

(Hook: Kirko Bangz)
Ok, I wake up in the morning and I see dollar signs
And shawty wanna roll, I’m like oh man she fine
I got money all in my pocket and my Audermar on shine
So why you hating on me, huh, I’m just living my life

(Verse)
Red rum, murder game, these niggas gay like Novocaine
My niggas gutter like building lanes
Like Pedro, they go for me
Two Asian bitches, they Siamese
So high nigga look chinese
She bite the head like Ozzie
Freddy Krueger money, you only see in yo dreams
H Town, ball hard like my name my keen
Melajuan, James Hardy, yall niggas new to the scene
And that’s my nigga, super club, we the new liver
Pop pop bottles on all these bitches
Bitch ass niggas can’t even get in
Ripley’s, please believe me
That Justin Bieber my nigga really
Ain’t gotta lie, these niggas feel me
My bars up like copper really
They won’t be cuz my neck chilly
Got a bad white bitch like Iggy
Iggy Pop, rockstar livin
I’m a flyin nigga, shout out to Philly
King shit, yo bitch
She all up on my dick
I get crazy, pussy psychiatrist
All about my paper like jurnalists
Killa flow, I earn this shit
We ball for real like tournaments
On the jet, no turbulence
Straight flexin, I’m so bent
No lie, no lie
Said I ain’t never told no lie
Say fuck you if you hate me
My real fans gon ride
Got my own shoe, clothing line
Only neighbourhood tryna sign
Niggas try and turn up
But don’t overdose like Lim Bias
Hypocrites and all buyers
I provide you at you old vajira
I can bless you, no church attire
Pray to God I’ll die tryin
What’s a stone to a big giant?
What’s fire if you can’t ignite it?
I’m fed up like FDR, yall niggas late, call it people time nigga

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Jahlil Beats - Young, Gettin’ It (Remix) (Ft. Meek Mill)

Jahlil Beats - Chill Lyrics and Video (Ft.Busta Rhymes, Reek Da Villain & J Doe)

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'Chill' Lyrics - Jahlil Beats (Ft. Busta Rhymes, Reek Da Villain & J Doe)
Here is Chill Lyrics by Jahlil Beats Ft. Busta Rhymes, Reek Da Villain & J Doe

(Hook)
I tried to tell a nigga chill
Call him David, put the mess in the mada Copperfield
For real, niggas know the drill
Mommy on that molly while she poppin up a pill
For real, tell that bitch to chill
For real, tell that bitch to chill
For real, nigga better chill
And if they don’t, just line em up
It’s perfect timin for the kill

(Verse)
I don’t care about the money that your man make
I hit a homerun, now I’m runnin through my fan base
Up the green from a garden to a landscape
Sounds be the only lingo cops will never translate
They pull up, I pull out that thing and pop it
I ain’t fuckin with no dicks, I’m on hella ring bob it
I’m no Davie but them ladies say the boys way be Crockett
I’m the plug in the street and you a motherfuckin socket
Had to chill for a while but I’m welcomed back
Was low key, how I’m underneath the welcome mat
Now the bitches see me in the Forbes
So if I give you my number, like a finny you should call
You should tell your man to chill cuz you’re fuckin with a dog
And he be firecracker flaming and you fuckin with a ball
I got them crills on the street, got Jahlil on the beat
Only Phantoms, ain’t no Caddys when we roll out in them fleets

(Hook)
I tried to tell a nigga chill
Call him David, put the mess in the mada Copperfield
For real, niggas know the drill
Mommy on that molly while she poppin up a pill
For real, tell that bitch to chill
For real, tell that bitch to chill
For real, nigga better chill
And if they don’t, just line em up
It’s perfect timin for the kill

(Verse)
Wrist on chill
Neck on chill
Hoes all up in my grill
I cop a feel then I tell that bitch to chill
Hop behind the wheel and get back to chasin that mill
Ok, big black zonin, on shit pumpin
Beef is like a car, to start it I push a button
And it’s over when it’s over with
I don’t know if you noticed it
But I just got my weight up bitch, I’m getting checks and bonuses
Pull up in the covers with, yea I see you lookin
As you should, come and get this wood, yea that getting dough
G shot wrist, Reebok kicks
My niggas fuck the place u, King Kong shit
She back and forth on my balls, ping-pong bitch
She playin house with my ding dong, I’m playin ding dong ditch
Her bar is too ill, way too trill
If that’s yo girl actin up, tell that bitch to chill
For real

(Hook)
I tried to tell a nigga chill
Call him David, put the mess in the mada Copperfield
For real, niggas know the drill
Mommy on that molly while she poppin up a pill
For real, tell that bitch to chill
For real, tell that bitch to chill
For real, nigga better chill
And if they don’t, just line em up
It’s perfect timin for the kill

(Verse)
Yea, yall know
When I come through and I lock it
So much bread I should attach a laundry basket to my pocket
You ain’t really knowin, ready for the lesson?
See me whippin a Boeing, 7-47
See the wrist be glowin til I’m shinin like a misfit
Spark with nigga cascade, dish washing liquid
Bread up in the palasades, mansion into stash house
Wilin in the club while bitches dancing with they ass out
Mossberg military in case niggas act out
On em like a click over traded niggas blacked out
Why oh why oh why nigga?
You don’t wanna try it
See my niggas squeezing til they finger muzzle getting tired nigga
Finish with the coke I watch it rattle through the waffa
Like a kid cooked the coke up in a fuckin pressure cooker
The I quickly count the profit, cop another castle key
Cook until they want a nigga on their cooking channel
You know my style, you see the way I sip up
At 10 thousand a bottle, shit you know my niggas grip up
I’m on that raise the throttle shit, you know I got the hulk
Go ahead and fuckin gobble bitch, it’s simple like the pushup
Rocket launcher swag bitch, see how I’m propelling yall
Taking over everything, I’m tired of telling yall
Why you always talk, could give a fuck what niggas chat bout
Keep applying the pressure until you niggas tap out
Now pass out

(Hook)
I tried to tell a nigga chill
Call him David, put the mess in the mada Copperfield
For real, niggas know the drill
Mommy on that molly while she poppin up a pill
For real, tell that bitch to chill
For real, tell that bitch to chill
For real, nigga better chill
And if they don’t, just line em up
It’s perfect timin for the kill

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Jahlil Beats - Chill (Ft. Busta Rhymes, Reek Da Villain & J Doe)

Jahlil Beats - Burn (Remix) Lyrics and Video (Ft. Lil Wayne, Meek Mill, Rick Ross, Big Sean & Ga)

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'Burn (Remix)' Lyrics - Jahlil Beats (Ft. Lil Wayne, Meek Mill, Rick Ross, Big Sean & Ga)
Here is Burn (Remix) Lyrics by Jahlil Beats Ft. Lil Wayne, Meek Mill, Rick Ross, Big Sean & Ga

(Verse 1: Meek Mill & Big Sean)
God (Yea)
Oh God, Boi, (Yea)
G.O.O.D. (MMG, Nigga)

(Verse 1)
Sitting on some Cali weed, I think it's time to burn
Pull up in some shit, to put it in dro you gotta learn
Cocaine cowboys, you better wait your turn
Michael Corleone, come and get it on the curve
These nigga wanna hate, that's why they get what they deserve
We only dealin what we have, livin and we learn
No more J's on the porch, days that we were poor
Amazed by mama boy, bumping Maze in the Porsche
Bulletproof vest suburban, they hatin you when you earn it
Bitches be rollin in it, they say I'm so photogenic
Every night is a feast, niggas be having beef
I teach me a young boy, call him my Chief Keef
Truders be with extort, go to war over Jordans
But you know I'm in these, kidnappin over them keys
But you know I'm in these, kidnappin over them keys

(Bridge)
Niggas wanna try, what they gonna say?
I hit the pedal til that motherfucker break
Celebrate, freaky bitches loving money I make
And to live like this you motherfuckers gotta pay

(Hook: Big Sean & Meek Mill)
(Big Sean)
Niggas wanna talk what they gon' say (gon' say)
I hit the pedal til that motherfucker break (til it break)
Freaky bitches love the money I make
And to live like this you motherfuckers gotta pay
So let that shit burn
(Meek Mill)
Let that shit burn I'mma let that shit burn let that shit burn (burn, gasoline)
The roof on fire I'm only gettin' higher
50 racks all in my pocket I want bottles I'mma let that shit burn

(Verse 2: Lil Wayne)
Hammer on the dresser, work on the stove
I'm sitting on the counter blowing purp out my nose
Red bone naked, in the bed flexin'
I say bitch I ain't impressed you must of got the wrong impression
I ain't with the BS, I'm flyer than PF
Man, we living in hell like a deep breath
Real niggas with real money, real bitches with fake asses
If she don't wanna fuck I get on my skateboard and I skate passed her
Money on the table, guns on the table
Bitch I'm on that syrup tell that ho leggo my Eggo
And my girlfriend is a choppa, I finger fuck that ho
Hello I am Tunechi: you had me at hello
Drop top Maybach, clean like Ajax
Man I don't fuck with none of you niggas like rednecks
We got that work so come and get if we don't know you, you pay tax
I put a hole in your apple what that is apple jacks, uh
Pussy nigga I'll murder you then dance at your funeral
Blood I'll have a nigga drinking his own blood communion
Wake up like Bone Thugs I'll call your bluff pick the phone up
Her titties fake but they look real cubic: zirconia's
Run up in your house spare the kids and kill the grown ups
Your bitch call me when she hot: Krispy Kreme donuts
Shoutout to my new hoes, shoutout to my old hoes
I still wear that ass out like a wardrobe
Bitch, what they gonna say?
Still eating rappers on my fucking lunch break
Bad yellow bitch with a tongue like a snake
I let her suck my dick then I fuck her to some Drake

And then I let that kush burn let that kush burn
Yeah I let that kush burn
Smoking gasoline bitch
The booth on fire I'm in here getting higher
Young Money bitch we at the top like barbed wire

(Meek Mill)
Chain all V.S. I ain't with the B.S
Catch me in your city riding hard through the B.X
Skinny nigga but I do it large like a 3X
The last nigga tried to do me wrong umm he checked
Right back to that money slinging O's in the p-jects
Or prolly catchin mileage while the pilot steer the P-Jet
Cause we next and we flex like

(Big Sean)
90PX, working all night no breaks or a recess
Vroom vroom yeah I know my car sound like a T-Rex
Bitch, I'm 23 years old and I ain't riding in a Prius
My cousin finished school can't believe he graduated
Threw him 20,000 dollars told his ass congratulations
Cause me… I wasn't made for that shit
But I could probably hire him and who all paid for his shit
And to all the hoes that was dissin' I pray to God that you see me
I'm on a yacht getting hella' high smoking good that seaweed
Bad bitch in her cha-cha grabbing on her chi-chi's
Million dollar deals on my email you mad as hell you ain't CC'ed
Chain all V.S. bitch you knows it's B.S. boy I run my city

(Meek Mill)
End of story, nigga P.S
All white Maybach, Green Bay they packing
Y'all niggas was slackin' ‘member the hard nights we trappin'
And they say lifes a game of chess you can play checkers all on my jacket
Cause it's Damier and we bombs away on y'all big rappers
I say yeah nigga I murder that Panamera turtle back
Niggas sayin they want beef, well where the fuck is my burger at?
I got white, was serving that — I been to jail, I ain't going back
I alley oop your bitch off that backboard she throw it back
I slam dunk in that pussy, Blake Griffin'd yo ho, nigga
Maybach with Ricky Ross my chain rock like I know Jigga
That's cause I do ho, shout out to my new ho
That pussy pink like Nuvo and I dog that Cujo

(Hook: Big Sean & Meek Mill)
(Big Sean)
Niggas wanna talk what they gon' say (gon' say)
I hit the pedal til that motherfucker break (til it break)
Freaky bitches love the money I make
And to live like this you motherfuckers gotta pay
So let that shit burn
(Meek Mill)
Let that shit burn I'mma let that shit burn let that shit burn (burn, gasoline)
The roof on fire I'm only gettin' higher
50 racks all in my pocket I want bottles I'mma let that shit burn

(Verse: Big Sean & Meek Mill)
(Big Sean)
Bitch, I had one shot and I ain't blow it
Riding til the wheels fall off and they tow it
I got green on top of green damn its looking like I grow it
D-Town the hood behind me like a king cobra
(Meek Mill)
Burn bitch I let it burn bitch
My money straighter than a motherfucking perm bitch
No navigation you can see it is my turn shit (swirv, swirv)
Shorty give me all that brain still ain't never learned shit

(Big Sean)
Oh that's your girl? Damn nigga you ain't learn shit
She naked in my studio I'm on that Howard Stern shit
I swear that mac 10 is my barbell, Finally Famous the cartel
Hit your girl in my whip and now that pussy got the new car smell
Same shit different day I ain't broke no more it's a different day
Don't turn me down I got shit to say my purp strong like it's lifting weights
It's Sean Don sippin' Chandon I got a bad bitch with them pom pom's
My Rollie don't tick-tock your shit sound like a time bomb, boom…lil' bitch

(Hook: Big Sean & Meek Mill)
(Big Sean)
Niggas wanna talk what they gon' say (gon' say)
I hit the pedal til that motherfucker break (til it break)
Freaky bitches love the money I make
And to live like this you motherfuckers gotta pay
So let that shit burn
(Meek Mill)
Let that shit burn I'mma let that shit burn let that shit burn (burn, gasoline)
The roof on fire I'm only gettin' higher
50 racks all in my pocket I want bottles I'mma let that shit burn

(Verse)
Rolling up on them 20’s
Hoes all over my car though
Getting bitches that Lucy, black Ricky Ricardo
Gucci that Prada Prada, fireworks in this bitch
Tell em hoes if they go in my bottle they gon die of thirst in this bitch
I supply the work, niggas talk, I gotta murk
Fresh to death, I buy the hearse
I fuck the bitch, you buy the purse
Fuck nigga, I ain’t stuntin no fuck nigga
28’s on my truck nigga
Type of track, wussup nigga
You don’t ride for them bucks nigga
Yea, I’m in the kitchen going HAM again
We ain’t throwing bottles, nigga we don’t get them hammers in
Tony Parker steering wheel, niggas know that that’s ho shit
Oh you single nigga? Put this new dick on yo old bitch
I been high since ’06, I been with since ‘08
Since Wale has short hair I’ve been poppin that Rose
Hey, what them hoes say? Hurricane he run the town
Walk in the club with 100 rounds
Let my niggas in and we shut it down
That’s colony on Monday, Roxbury on Thursday
Toxic on Saturday, tell Arthur I ain’t got a day
Grey stones on my chain, greystone on Sunday
Bad bitches in line outside, you gonn get it one day, bitch
You aren’t made for this shit
So many chains on me they think that I slave in this bitch
We throwing money everywhere, got J's on I don’t never wear
Got a bad bitch from Delaware, in that dereon shake her derrière
Whoa, Nelly, where the fuck is Nelly?
Got a bitch yelling E.I., while a nigga watching belly
Got a bitch that love T.I., got a bitch that love Tunechi
Tell him soo-woo to the Beehive, tell them hoes it’s all Gucci
I got Louie, I got Loubies, nigga my life is a movie
Popping bottles like I’m D. Wade, tell them send me like three spades
Peach Ciroc, coconut, cranberry, open up
Then we neckin that ‘tron, real nigga I’m gone

(Meek Mill)
Chain all V.S. I ain't with the B.S
Catch me in your city riding hard through the B.X
Skinny nigga but I do it Large like a 3X
The last nigga tried to do me wrong umm he checked
Right back to that money slinging O's in the P.Jects
Or prolly catchin mileage while the pilot steer the P-Jet
Cause we next and we flex like

(Big Sean)
90PX, working all night no breaks or a recess
Vroom vroom yeah I know my car sound like a T-Rex
Bitch, I'm 23 years old and I ain't riding in a Prius
My cousin finished school can't believe he graduated
Threw him 20,000 dollars told his ass congratulations
Cause me, I wasn't made for that shit
But I could probably hire him and who all paid for his shit
And to all the hoes that was dissin' I pray to God that you see me
I'm on a yacht getting hella' high smoking good that seaweed
Bad bitch in her cha-cha grabbing on her chi-chi's
Million dollar deals on my email you mad as hell you ain't CC'ed
Chain all V.S. bitch you knows it's B.S. boy I run my city

(Meek Mill)
End of story, nigga P.S
All white Maybach Greenbay they packin
Y'all niggas was snackin' ‘member the hard nights we trappin'
And they say lifes a game of chess you can play checkers all on my jacket
Cause it's Damier and we bombs away on y'all big rappers
I say yeah nigga I murder that Panamera its turtleback
Niggas say they want beef well where the fuck is my burger at?
I got white was serving that I been to jail I ain't going back
I alley oop your bitch off that backboard she throw it back
I slam dunk in that pussy, Blake Griffin'd yo ho, nigga
Maybach with Ricky Ross my chain rock like I know Jigga
Thats cause I do ho, shout out to my new ho
That pussy pink like Nuvo and I dog that Cujo

(Big Sean)
Niggas wanna talk what they gon' say (gon' say)
I hit the pedal til that motherfucker break (til it break)
Freaky bitches love the money I make
And to live like this you motherfuckers gotta pay
So let that shit burn

(Meek Mill)
Let that shit burn I'mma let that shit burn let that shit burn (burn, gasoline)
The roof on fire I'm only gettin' higher
50 racks in my pocket I want bottles I'mma let that shit burn

(Big Sean)
Bitch I had one shot and I ain't blow it
Riding til the wheels fall off and they tow it
I got green on top of green damn its looking like I grow it
D-Town the hood behind me like a king cobra

(Meek Mill)
Burn bitch I let it burn bitch
My money straighter than a motherfucking perm bitch
No navigation you can see it is my turn chyea (swerve, swerve)
Shorty give me all that brain still ain't never learned shit

(Big Sean)
Oh that's your girl? Damn nigga you ain't learn shit
She naked in my studio I'm on that Howard Stern shit
I swear that mac 10 is my barbell, Finally Famous the cartel
Hit your girl in my whip and now that pussy got the new car smell
Same shit different day I ain't broke no more it's a different day
Don't turn me down I got shit to say my purp strong like it's lifting weights
It's Sean Don sippin' Chandon I got a bad bitch with them pom pom's
My Rollie don't tick-tock your shit sound like a time bomb, boom, lil' bitch

(Big Sean)
Niggas wanna talk what they gon' say (gon' say)
I hit the pedal til that motherfucker break (til it break)
Freaky bitches love the money I make
And to live like this you motherfuckers gotta pay
So let that shit burn

(Meek Mill)
Let that shit burn I'mma let that shit burn let that shit burn (burn, gasoline)
The roof on fire I'm only gettin' higher
50 racks in my pocket I want bottles I'mma let that shit burn
Let that shit burn I'mma let that shit burn let that shit burn (burn, gasoline)
The roof on fire I'm only gettin' higher
50 racks in my pocket I want bottles I'mma let that shit burn

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Jahlil Beats - Look Into My Eyes Lyrics and Video (Ft. N.O.R.E.)

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'Look Into My Eyes' Lyrics - Jahlil Beats (Ft. N.O.R.E.)
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(Hook)
Look into the eyes of a real nigga
Tell me you can feel what I feel nigga
Tell me you can see what I see boy
Walk with me, tell me you can be where I be

(Verse)
Yea, I’m still here, eatin on that bon jon
N.O.R.E child y Givon, Japan, Hong Kong
Buckets and sand models, I prefer the cherry weed
Accustomed to going through customs every week
Passports stamped up like it’s camouflage
Bitches chase arrigo, turtle shit, entourage
Bitches on my dick, thay wanna sabotage
Fuck em and I get down with em, that’s ménage
Nice and charged, black mack, black garage
Shoot you in yo crib, fucked yo girl nigga, bon voyage
Mackin charge, fuck it we can settle shit
Hit you with some metal shit, your face look pregnant
They call me OG, they respect it
If not, them niggas won’t be leavin with they necklace
Niggas act reckless, leave them niggas breathless
Shoot em up for lunch dinner, brunch or breakfast

(Hook x2)
Look into the eyes of a real nigga
Tell me you can feel what I feel nigga
Tell me you can see what I see boy
Walk with me, tell me you can be where I be

(Verse)
Yea, so you can see it in my eyes
You could tell from my hands, from the cuts, from the plies
That I’m a nigga that’s extraordinary
Fuck er on the first night, nigga that’s ordinary
Niggas in the Luxor, chillin by the pyramids
Thinkin I’m Egyptian, that feel is serious
Besides I got a home, chillin in my summer home
Yea that’s just my brother at home, shoot you what yo mother on
I’mma still be rich, you can suck a dick
Hater shit, hater shit, niggas on that sucka shit
Yea I’m still here, still getting it
Stopped selling drugs, ‘cause my mouth started spittin it
This rap shit, you gotta love that
Million niggas jobs on parole, you gotta love that
Never gotta aks me where the bud at
Be loyal nigga, show me where the love at

(Hook x2)
Look into the eyes of a real nigga
Tell me you can feel what I feel nigga
Tell me you can see what I see boy
Walk with me, tell me you can be where I be

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Jahlil Beats - Money, Clothes, Hoes Lyrics and Video (Ft. Young Chris)

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(Verse)
I’m getting money on these lame niggas
You runnin round broke, that’s a shame nigga
Boy you lookin at the hardest in the game nigga
See me getting to the money and the fame nigga
30 racks on me, I’m about to ball
2 good coupes and I did it for my dawgs
2 bad bitches and they bout to suck it up
Young nigga in the flesh and I want it all
Fly nigga, I get plenty hoes
Hear these niggas talkin money, I got plenty though
And these niggas hittin on me, I got plenty though
And these flamers that I’m makin, I got plenty mo
Take a look into my eyes, you can see the best
Fat bitch, all between her thighs, Shawty you a mess
Rollie on, you can see the time flyin in the jet
When it’s up we can talk money, nigga where the check

(Hook x2)
Money, Hoes, Cars, Clothes
Money, Hoes, Cars, Clothes
Money, Hoes, Cars, Clothes
Money, Hoes & Clothes all a nigga know

(Verse)
All a nigga know before we had shows
Benny Jigga and X, money cash hoes
Datta told me to flex on you assholes
Henny Philly bitches with sex, we done had those
Made in America, winger hawk in the corner
6’s but I fuck with the Metz, cool with the owner
True that you lil bitches did it, you know the karma
Fuck me if you wanna, just gonna
Gangstas disown you like shit, takin the whole 36
Burnin niggas like fuck around with a dirty bitch
Pussy nigga was mouthin off at the 35th
First I heard he was talkin, next thing I heard he hit
Raw fuck up the plot, you know my birdie shit
Standin pretty shot in the block, nice 30 brick
So many niggas from the block murder shit
We be thrownin screamin and shooters, we ain’t heardin shit
Yall ain’t heard this shit, I got a tux with a perfect fit
Brand new casket and a hearse with
I got shooters for long distance like dirk with it
Youngins tryna live my life, finish rehearsing it

(Hook x2)
Money, Hoes, Cars, Clothes
Money, Hoes, Cars, Clothes
Money, Hoes, Cars, Clothes
Money, Hoes & Clothes all a nigga know

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Jahlil Beats - Repo Lyrics and Video (Ft. Meek Mill)

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'Repo' Lyrics - Jahlil Beats (Ft. Meek Mill)
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(Intro)
We gon' knock this right out
We gon' skate to one song and one song only nigga!

Yeah!

(Verse 1)
Really?
Fuckin' “Condom Style”? “Get your jig on”?
You a clown-ass nigga, put a wig on
Nigga I be goin H.A.M. till the pig gone
All this ice around my neck, I got a fridge on!
Body Cass, put ‘em in a body bag
Broke nigga, we should put you in a bodycast
Real nigga, all I know is get a lot of cash
I took you hater niggas spot that’s why you prolly mad!
My story, all guts, glory
Posted on the corner, Glock .40 tucked on me
20 years on me, me and my army
Feelin' like none of y'all niggas can harm me
I came from the bottom where they never make it at
With all my jewels on they ain't never takin' that
Theres rules to the game I ain't never breakin' that
And once you give a statement, nigga, you can never take it back
You lame part of the game, nigga pardon the fame
I got 30 in my clip I can park in your frame
Plus this Rollie on my wrist cost some cars and change
We talking bike life, 'bout to put a park in my name
Just to ride on you niggas, or slide on you niggas
G550 when we glide on you niggas like
Clyde on you niggas, homicide on you nigga
I ain't never had no rap, had no ties to you niggas, so
Why you suckas hatin' and talkin' 'bout what I'm makin'?
When I be out in Jamaica and ballin' like I'm like a Laker
It's givers and it's takers, these niggas is gettin faker
And I'm just gettin' richer I wake up and get my cake up!
Black Maserati, chinchillas for Papi
Ten killers beside me, all lookin' like ahkis
I remember nights on corners with beef and broccoli
Rice and gravy, now it's crazy cause Phillipe's got me
All gold AP, same watch as Jay-Z
Ballin' like I'm KD, how can niggas play me?
If you ain't talkin' money nigga fuck you, pay me
Drophead with the top down and the A.C.
On, drawn, fuck is y'all doin'
I'mma king you a pawn, lil nigga I'mma Don
The coke price high, it cost 40 for a jawn
And like 20 for a half lil nigga do the math
And you talkin' bout a battle rap, how you gon' handle that?
100 grand pussy nigga, you ain't got the tab for that
You ain't got the stacks for that, you the one we laughin' at
You ain't got half of that, they pump you up: Asthma attack
Bye clown, calm down ‘fore you make me bomb now
Fucking all these superstars like “Who Meek Milly bomb now?”
Went from driving Bentleys to going half on pie pounds
You niggas need to die down, Philly nigga: my town
I heard your car got re-poed
But this is bike life boy you just got Deebo'd
Them Twitter niggas fucking with your ego
You in the field tryna turn to God like Tebow
Naw that won't work nigga, that'll get you murked nigga
All-black Ghost nigga, looking like a hearse nigga
Been a dead man, so I'mma dig you out the Earth nigga
Just to stuff your skeleton right back into the dirt nigga
What you made this year? What you worth nigga?
I dropped “Dreams & Nightmares,” I made church nigga
I did “I'ma Boss,” youngin' set the summer off
Man these old niggas mad at me cause they fallin' off!
Ha! Get your hate on Cass
And we ain't talking larceny cause they all trash
And your goons ain't riding witcha, they all mad
Cause you ain't never put no food up in AR abs
My dog killed a body for ya, damn he didn't eat from it
Now you mad at Swizz cause you can't get a beat from him
Once my niggas coming at you dog, we gon' keep comin'
We ain't no Forest Gump nigga, better keep runnin'
D.C. nigga, you P.C. nigga
While you was scared, I was eatin' chichi nigga
Talking to Tip about how we gon' beast these niggas
All I know is bang bang, like that Chief Keef nigga
Got a matte black Aston, gold rims on it
Bitch looking like it got a pair of Timbs on it
Cashmere sweater, bunch of Jims on it
All my guns come with extends on it
Duck ? and hit up, tuck nigga you lit up
Cause you looking like food my youngins ready to get up
Call you for a verse and tell you to write some shit up
Boom, high stick up, jumping all out the pick up, woah

(Outro)
You know you fucked up right?
The “hustla”
You know you fucked up right?
Man I ain't doing this shit no more with you nut ass niggas
I came in the game, I ain't even signed a year nigga
I got more money than all you hatin' ass old niggas put together
Y'all niggas ain't do shit!
Talkin' all this Philly shit
Y'all niggas ain't put no foreigns out here nigga
All my niggas drive foreigns!
My niggas don't even rap and drive better cars than you niggas
Coon copped that ‘Rari , you don't feel sorry for these bitch ass rappers!
You can't come to Philly no more!
And not even because of this, you was never comin' to Philly
You been living here eight years you pussy ass nigga!

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Jahlil Beats - Grind All Day Lyrics and Video (Ft. Jae Millz)

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(Intro)
It’s Millzie
Grind all day, party all night
Grind all day, party all night

(Verse)
I got my own wave no need to ride Joe’s
I'm five ten but my money bout 5-4
I pull up on the set fresh from the lock boy,
Hop out now hater kill yourself, suicide doors
My bitch bad but the karmin better
I come through white coast looking like Casper
YMCMB AKA the only thing that matters
With Kobe in the fourth, Tyga and the master
Shout out to nigga M, simply 'cause she the baddest
Shout out to you rappers for stealing my atlips
Leggo, I'mma bring it back up town,
Where them fly girls love me 'cause I'm so uptown
Yeah she gotta ask like a full moon
It’s unsafe for her to walk in a full room nigga
Call me Jae, call me Millz,
Might as well call me buffalo 'cause I'm bout my mother fuckin bills
What it is.

(Hook)
Grind all day, party all night
Grind-grind all day, party all night
Grind-grind all day, party-party all night
Grind-grind all day, party-party all night
Grind-grind all day, party-party all night
Grind-grind-grind all day, party-party all night
Grind-grind-grind all day, party-party all night
Grind-grind-grind all day, party-party all night

(Verse)
Man admit it’s a no-no, you already know though
Puffing on loud ounces, that's the motto, nigga polo
And we light it every day, every day, every day
Like a Willy Nelson party back in 1968
Light it up in June and be gone till November
Diamonds like the golf ball, I am ka center
These niggas ain't hot, they could be my dinner
Shoot his ass back to when niggas was riding on spinners
Now go ahead, let em spin,
Fuck them losers man I came here to win,
Tell that waitress sparkle my bottles again
Bad red bone I'm bout to fuck her and her friend
Let's begin, what it is, said I'm out of control,
This whole party is out of control,
Flow straight dope like I duck curr cope,
All this grieving got my shit right up out of his nose
Party all night

(Hook)
Grind all day, party all night
Grind-grind all day, party all night
Grind-grind all day, party-party all night
Grind-grind all day, party-party all night
Grind-grind all day, party-party all night
Grind-grind-grind all day, party-party all night
Grind-grind-grind all day, party-party all night
Grind-grind-grind all day, party-party all night

(Verse)
I'm out of this world like a flying saucer
And my aura cause nausea
Lord homie I'm a worldwide scormer
Native New Yorker,
Mother fuck you and whoever that endorsed you
You don't want that walk,
We run through you niggas on my Brashaw
Oh that little nigga mad huh?
Can't get right with yo bokeme ass huh?
How dare you?
For bad bitches is don't hear you
And besides that boy, be careful,
‘Cause I hunt you down, make you outfit, and wear you,
These little niggas don't get it
My flow been Hannibal just wasn't admited
Hit your body twice with that get pack, get pack,
Double up, that's a gift pack, leave em gift wrapped

(Hook)
Grind all day, party all night
Grind all day, party all night
Grind-grind all day, party all night
Grind-grind all day, party-party all night
Grind-grind all day, party-party all night
Grind-grind all day, party-party all night

(Outro)
Me and mines go hard like it’s no tomorrow
Yea
Millzie
Yo yo

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Jahlil Beats - Get Money Lyrics and Video

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(Verse)
I’m going hard, you’s fallin off
20 racks off in my pocket, bitch I’m showin off
I’m getting money, you took a loss
Nigga getting to it, nigga I’m a boss
Rubies on my face, Rollie on my wrist
See a bad bitch with me, nigga I’m the shit
I’m really poppin, I’m so fuckin sick
Plus it ain’t about nothing, I can fuck yo chick
You niggas watchin, I see you niggas
And to tell the truth I wouldn’t want to be you niggas
Ask around the town, we like the Beatles nigga
Black diamonds on my neck, don gido nigga
And we gotta talk about it, nigga I’m the truth
I get it in another zone when I’m in the coup
I can fuck er for a hour when I’m off the goose
She gon suck a nigga dick and then I’m letting loose

(Hook x2)
Get get get
Money money money
Get get get
Money money money
Get get get
Money money money
Get get get
Money money money

(Verse)
I’m in the game, you watchin nigga
Bitch I’m comin up and you can’t stop me nigga
Man you niggas hatin tryna block a nigga
‘Cause I’m getting cake, Betty Crockett nigga
7’s on my waist, J’s on my feet
Bitch I’m ballin on these lame niggas every week
Just getting started, I ain’t reached the peak
You ain’t never getting on cuz yo shit is weak
Look at me nigga, I’m the fuckin man
All you niggas wanna beat up, talkin 50 grand
You ain’t talkin money, I don’t understand
I ain’t tryna talk unless you try to spend them bands
Nigga Legends is the team and I’m my brother’s keeper
I’m the nigga with the shit that’s blowing out yo speakers
Bitch you’d fuck me, right? then Shawty’s a keeper
Take em to church and I’m the fuckin preacher

(Hook x2)
Get get get
Money money money
Get get get
Money money money
Get get get
Money money money
Get get get
Money money money

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Jahlil Beats - The Real Lyrics and Video (Ft.The Beat Bully, CDot Butler & Egram)

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(Intro)
Real, learn from lesson shit uh

(Verse)
Young nigga, big dreams
I’ve been waiting on this day since I was 16
Reminiscin bout the times when I had it hard
I was sleepin on the floor, man I had to ball
Had to get this fuckin chicken, had to stack this bread
So many devilish thoughts going through my head
So focused, focused on the bigger picture
I can see Lambos in my near future
I never stop, gotta keep tryin
These hatin niggas want me dead, I ain’t fuckin lyin
Niggas love they hood more than they love they kids
Ain’t sayin that is life, some say it’s how we live
I’m just freaking on what’s real
Grinding just to make it, waiting on a deal
Gotta do this for my son, man that’s real talk
This shit I’m spittin here is real, nigga from the heart

(Hook x2)
We done came up
Now all these pretty little bitches bring our name up
Why they change up? Why they change up?
‘Cause we out here getting money, that’s a shame huh?

(Verse)
Duster PA – that be my birth place
Love my city to death but I ain’t tryna stay
Nah, tryna get back down M I A
I seen the good life, nana sora wanna bay
Hittin exotic chicks, driving exotic whips
On ocean travel, my bros all on get money shit
Had a little setback, shout out the air
King of music, man I needed that
I’m on my grind now, I’m on my jog now
Been down for too long, it’s time to shine now
Uh, livin legends takin over, man I mean that
A team realer that mine, ain’t never seen that
I’mma stay true to the fuckin crew
Keep getting that money ‘cause that’s what we do
And I see these bitches tryna change up
Ha, probably cause we done came up

(Hook x2)
We done came up
Now all these pretty little bitches bring our name up
Why they change up? Why they change up?
‘Cause we out here getting money, that’s a shame huh?

(Verse)
I remember I ain’t had shit
LU flow, used to sell Knicks
In the gutter grinding hard, yea I play the strip
2 in the morning, me and Killa tryna make it flip
Just the city, we just putting on
They hate to see you when you write, love to see you roam
Free Easy, he been locked down too long
I tell him hold detail and just stand tall, damn
I scream it’s a fucked up world
Why my niece had to die? Man I miss that girl
Dudes turning into clowns and they used to be thorough
Gave boy life a part of Bobby over his girl
Man, all I can do is remain me
That’s why when you see me out, I’m the same E
Been getting to it so no money ain’t gon change me
Ain’t gon change me
Arguing with my chick got a nigga stressin
Just had a son so that there was a blessing
So I grind hard, got to get these mills
‘Cause stealin won’t pay my bills, I gotta get it
Living Legends my team, my whole team winnin
Living Legends my team, my whole team get it
Backin back Raris with my whole squad livin
Made it from them days of drug dealin

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ASAP Rocky - Max Julien Lyrics and Video (Ft. ASAP Ferg)

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[Intro: ASAP Rocky]
Hello it’s the mack, sit back and relax
As we chat on ways to make a couple stacks off your snatch
Hold up here’s the catch: you might have to hit the track
Take a loss, make it back, if you get caught, bitch, shut your trap

[Hook: ASAP Rocky]
(All my life… I’ve been waiting for your love)
(All those nights… I lusted for the drugs)
Tell that bitch I need money…
Bitch I need money…
I need money, bitch I need money…
I need money, bitch I need money…
I need money…
Tell that bitch I need money…
Tell that bitch I need money…
Money make the motherfucking world go round…
No, money make your motherfucking girl go down…

[Verse 1: ASAP Rocky]
Town, riding round, I’m getting it
Two chains on like I’m Tity
Versace shades like I’m Biggie
Them twenties, fifties and Benjis
These bitches all in my business
I mack ‘em then I act stingy
I never slip with my pimpin’
When I holler, come and get with me, huh?
Drizzy, huh? Swizzy, huh?
Prada, Gucci and Fendi
Which only means that you fancy
My trillest bitches is trendy
She tipsy off of that Crissy
My pimping never been friendly
She fell in love cause I’m pretty
She love me more than her family, huh?

[Hook]

[Verse 2: ASAP Ferg]
I need new bait, grandpa need a toupee
Mama need some new weave
Get her hair done with new braids
So bitch give me moneys
Stop dickin’ around like you paid
Needed that grip like today
Better hit that strip like two today
Better hop in that whip with the coochie
Then she lick-lick to the new king
Them niggas be ballin’ like 2K
Better suck that dick ’til Tuesday
Better get them checks ‘fore its too late
It’s a new bad bitch with a booty
Whose suckin and fuckin for Kool-Aid
And keeping that pimp in a new Range
Oh lord…

[Hook]

[Bridge]
What? I ain’t tryna fuck
Make a, make a buck
Every nigga in the world wanna live it up
Give it, give it up
Trill, bitch don’t give a fuck
And she get a pimp nigga like me rich as fuck

[Outro]
(All my life… I’ve been waiting for your love)
(All those nights… I lusted for the drugs)
Tell that bitch I need money…
Bitch I need money…

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Big Time Rush - Love Me Again Lyrics and Video

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Make you love me again
(Love me again, love me again) ohhh oh make you love me again (Love me again, love me again) whoooa oh oh oh oh oh oh oh hoooa oh oh

{Carlos}

Check the girls at door and they all wanna roll wanna roll but I got to know. One girl that I'm looking for that there she goes. I knew you'd be back for another round give me a chance to lay it down dddd down

{James}

The night is you-u-ung we have fu-u-un show me love hit me up you're so beautiful when we dance have oh it opens up your life just thought that I should let you know (let you know)

{Kendall}

Baby when the night is done I'll let ya go but I promise you'll be back for more I wanna touch you like I did before so baby take my hand take my hand

{Logan}

I'ma make ya love me again (make ya love me again, love me again) I'll make you love me again (I'll make you love me again) I'm a make you love me again
Tell me what you like on the floor on the floor all night whatcha wanna do? Baby girl it's up to you, up to you I knew you'd be back for another round they way that you move just knocks me down ooh girl

{James}

The night is young we have fun show me love hit me up you're so beautiful when we dance have oh it opens up your life just thought that I should let you know (let you know)

{Kendall}

Baby when the night is done I'll let ya go but I promise you'll be back for more I wanna touch you like I did before so baby take my hand take my hand

{Logan}

I'm a make ya love me again (make ya love me again, love me again) I'll make you love me again (I'll make you love me again) I'm make you love me again
I'm make you love me again, again, again

{Kendall}

Baby when the night is done I'll let you go but I promise you'll be back for more I wanna touch you like I did before so baby take my hand take my hand

{Logan}

I'm make you love me again I'll make you love me again (love me again) I'm make you love me again I'll make you love me again (love me again) I'm make you love me again

{James}

Eeeh eeeh love me again
Eeeh eeeh love me again
Eeeh eeeh love me again
(I'll make you love me again)
Love me again

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Maude - Love Is What You Make Of It Lyrics and Video

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Here is Love Is What You Make Of It Lyrics by Maude

Let's take a walk, rock a smile
Maybe do somethin' we haven't done in a while
Do a dance, sing a song
Probably save the baf of what we're doin' later on

So come on, come on love hold my hand
The world's givin' us a chance
I say the world's givin' us our chance, oh oh
Hey!

‘Cause love is what we make of it
It's a smile even if you're fakin' it
I can make a promise that would last we still have for
Together we're a beautiful soul
‘Cause I could never do it on my own
I could never do it alone

Take a left, border call
Two traffic lines and then we're home
Open the door, step inside
Look into my eyes, I want your heart beat it's high

So come on, come on love hold my hand
Hold on to this floor like you know we can
Look into my eyes and you'll understand
Look into my eyes and hold my hand!

‘Cause love is what we make of it
It's a smile even if you're fakin' it
I can make a promise that would last we still have for
Together we're a beautiful soul
‘Cause I could never do it on my own
I could never do it alone

If I can fight the evil side
Like a superhero savin' lives
I can make a promise out of things we'll come to grow
Together we're a beautiful soul
‘Cause I could never do it on my own

I could never ever do it without you
Without you, without you
I could never ever do it without you
Without you, without you

Hey yeah!

‘Cause love is what we make of it (oh, oh)
It's a smile even if you're fakin' it
I can make a promise that would last we still have for (have for)
Together we're a beautiful soul
‘Cause I could never do it on my own (no no, no no)
I could never do it alone

If I can fight the evil side
Like a superhero savin' lives
I can make a promise out of things we'll come to grow
Together we're a beautiful soul
‘Cause I could never do it on my own
I could never do it alone!

I, I, I could never do it alone
You and I make such a beautiful soul
I, I, I could never do it alone
I, I, I could never do it alone (oh, alone)

I, I, I could never do it alone
You and I make such a beautiful soul (oh, whoa)
I, I, I could never do it alone
I, I, I could never do it alone

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Maude - Love Is What You Make Of It

Burns - Limitless Lyrics and Video

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Verse 1:
I saw myself in your star
Magnetism shields my heart
I feel your voice calling me
(me, me, me)
I am mortal, ill concealed
My foundation is revealed
I hear your name calling me
(me, me, me)
In the darkness you’re my leader
Put my hands up and I reach for heaven

Chorus:
Our love is limitless
We are limitless,
Our love is limitless
We are limitless

Verse 2:
As our trembling hands are tied
Our prime evil spirits lie
I hear your life calling me
(me, me, me)
I am written in the stone
All the whites are ṗainted gold
I hear your heart calling me
(me, me, me)

Chorus:
Our love is limitless
We are limitless,
Our love is limitless
We are limitless
Our love is limitless
Our love is limitless

In the darkness you’re my leader
Put my hands up and I reach for heaven
Our love is limitless
We are limitless
Our love is limitless
We are limitless

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Madcon - One Life Lyrics and Video (Ft. Kelly Rowland)

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'One Life' Lyrics - Madcon (Ft. Kelly Rowland)
Here is One Life Lyrics by Madcon Ft. Kelly Rowland

LA LA LA LA LA LA LA LA LA LA
IT’S MADCON / KELLY ROWLAND / LIVING ONE LIFE
You’re only getting one life, so live it up/One Life/All you get is one life, so live it up/One Life

VERSE1
Don’t let nobody tell you otherwise
Listen to your heart
And let your dreams fly
Never give it up, up, up
And even when you fog it up and give another try
Never give it up, up, up
You gotta beat it
and when it rains it pours just stay the course
Yeah, and even when you think nobody cares
You gotta believe it gets better

Pre-chorus:
When nothings gone right
and the light just won’t brighten up
You got nothing left
in your fight
Don’t you give it up yeah

CHORUS
Nobody’s gonna hold me down/me down
Ya gotta understand
We only have one life
We only have one life

I keep my feet upon the ground
I gotta realise
We only have one life
We only have one life
We’re gonna make it
We’re gonna make it
Yes we’ve gotta make it work
Yes we’re gotta make it work
We’re gonna make it
We’re gonna make it
Yes we’ve gotta make it work
Yes We’re gotta make it work

VERSE2:
Ah yeah/While looking at the old me/and thinking back on stuff that all my teachers told me/you know it put that fire in my eyes and though I’m blind to the future, I’mma do it ’cause I owe me/you know, this grind is my religion/got tired of modest livin’/survival was my upbringing/My sky it has no limit/ my time is all I’m giving/

Pre-chorus Kelly
When nothings gone right
and the light just won’t brighten up
You got nothing left
in your fight
Don’t you give it up/yeah

CHORUS
Nobody’s gonna hold me down/me down
Ya gotta understand
We only have one life
Only have one life/one life

I keep my feet upon the ground/the ground
I gotta realise
We only have one life
We only have one life
We’re gonna make it
We’re gonna make it
Yes we’ve gotta make it work
Yes we’ve gotta make it work
We’re gonna make it
We’re gonna make it
Yes we’ve gotta make it work
Yes we’ve gotta make it work

Bridge:

LA LA LA LA LA LA LA LA LA LA
IT’S MADCON / IT’S KELLY ROWLAND / TJ
LA LA LA LA LA LA/OOO

You’re only getting one life, so live it up/ONE LIFE/You’re only getting one life, don’t give it up/ONE LIFE/ you’re only getting one life/ONE LIFE/ so pick it up, and give it all you got ’cause all you get is one life/ DON’T YOU GIVE IT UP

CHORUS
Nobody’s gonna hold me down/me down
Ya gotta understand
We only have one life
We only have one life

I keep my feet upon the ground/the ground
I gotta realise
We only have one life
We only have one life
We’re gonna make it
We’re gonna make it
Yes we’ve gotta make it work
Yes we’ve gotta make it work
We’re gonna make it
We’re gonna make it
Yes we’ve gotta make it work
Yes we’ve gotta make it work

ONE LIFE/WE ONLY HAVE ONE LIFE

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Cody Simpson - Pretty Brown Eyes Lyrics and Video

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'Pretty Brown Eyes' Lyrics - Cody Simpson
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I like this right here….

This girl she came round the corner
Looking like a model
Magazine figure
She was shaped like a bottle
Long straight hair
She was fly as a bird
First time ever
I was lost for words
Felt so right
Just couldn’t be wrong
Love at first sight
If that exists at all
I couldn’t move
Felt like I was stuck
And then baby girl looked up

And I said
Hey there pretty brown eyes
Whatcha doing later tonight?
Would you mind if I spent a minute with you?
And I said
Hey there pretty brown eyes
Whatcha doing later tonight?
Would you mind if I spent a minute with you?

This girl she was a little hottie
She knows she’s got it
Came from the city so she loves to party
The JT song make her move that body
She’s dancing all night long
I could tell that she was a wild one
That’s why I was shy at first
But I finally worked up the nerve

And I said
Hey there pretty brown eyes
Whatcha doing later tonight?
Would you mind if I spent a minute with you?
And I said
Hey there pretty brown eyes
Whatcha doing later tonight?
Would you mind if I spent a minute with you?

Spend a little bit
A little bit of time with you
Spend a little bit
A little bit of time with you
Spend a little bit
A little bit of time with you
Spend a little bit
A little bit of time with you

Hey hey little pretty brown eyes
Don’tcha ever be looking at them other guys
‘Cause ain’t never had no surfer like me
Start swimming over here and ride my wave
‘Cause I see that you party like there’s no tomorrow
Let’s leave the party
I’ll grab my guitar
I got the keys
So jump in my car
Sit back, relax
Australia’s kinda far

Hey there pretty brown eyes
Whatcha doing later tonight?
Would you mind if I spent a minute with you?
And I said
Hey there pretty brown eyes
Whatcha doing later tonight?
Would you mind if I spent a minute with you?

Spend a little bit
A little bit of time with you
Spend a little bit
A little bit of time with you
Spend a little bit
A little bit of time with you
Spend a little bit
A little bit of time with you

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Disclosure - You, Me Lyrics and Video (Ft. Eliza Doolittle)

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Here is You, Me Lyrics by Disclosure Ft. Eliza Doolittle

Verse 1:
I’ll be giving up, oh
Home is where the heart is,
And I gave it to you in a paper bag
Even though it’s tarnished
You told me it’s the best you ever had
You got my secret combination
And I don’t be giving that out easily
With my deep …
You can tell that you were brought the same for me

Chorus:
So please don’t let go, cause you know exactly what we found
So please don’t let go my darling
You keep me hooked up underground
It’s gonna be you and me
It’s gonna be everything you’ve ever dreamed
It’s gonna be who and me
It’s gonna be everything and everything, we’re meant to be
We’re meant to be

Verse 2:
Rolling with the punches
So they won’t get inside our happiness
Love is always hunted,
But you’re white rose is soaring through my tear
Cause you know you give me something
Yeah you give me exactly what I need
Got my blood pumping
You know you always draw more blood, I bleed

Chorus:
So please don’t let go, cause you know exactly what we found
So please don’t let go my darling
You keep me hooked up underground
It’s gonna be you and me
It’s gonna be everything you’ve ever dreamed
It’s gonna be who and me
It’s gonna be everything and everything, we’re meant to be

In you’re big house on the hills
Where you keeṗ your dollar bills
And you stashed my heart
Somewhere in the dark
Keep it safe I know you will
Know you will, know you will
Know you will
I know you will

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Jennifer Lopez - What Is Love (Part 2) Lyrics and Video

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People told me I should write a love song
Girl you sound so angry, you could use some variation
But I’m lonely, negative relations
I’ve been hurt so many times I don’t have the patience
But I wished for so long for some one to come and show me
Lead by example, cause I’ve been waiting
I’ve tried every age, I’m so tired of the game
I want to be someone’s girl, will you show me the way

What if… I never find, and I’m left behind (should I keep hoping for love)
What if… I’m still the same, status doesn’t change (gotta keep hoping for
Love)
What is love what is love what is love… somebody show me
What is love what is love what is love… cause if ya told me
What is love what is love what is love… I would be lonely
What is love… please show me what is love

I’ve had blind dates, hooked up with some real flakes
I gone out with church boys, musicians are thee worst
I’ve tries so hard cause I’m just so die hard
Tried my best to play the part, wish you could see inside
But I wished for so long for some one to come and show me
Lead by example, cause I’ve been waiting
I’ve tried every age, I’m so tired of the game
I want to be someone’s girl, will you show me the way
What if… I never find, and I’m left behind (should I keep hoping for love)
What if… I’m still the same, status doesn’t change (gotta keep hoping for
Love)
What is love what is love what is love… somebody show me
What is love what is love what is love… cause if ya told me
What is love what is love what is love… I would be lonely
What is love… please show me what is love

- nanana -

What is love?

I’ve been alone for the last past three years on Valentines Day
Christmas is no exception, birthdays with naughty? presents
Back and forth, same action
I just need this to happen, I’m missing in loves embraces
If you would show me

What if… I never find, and I’m left behind (should I keep hoping for love)
What if… I’m still the same, status doesn’t change (gotta keep hoping for
Love)
What is love what is love what is love… somebody show me
What is love what is love what is love… cause if ya told me
What is love what is love what is love… I would be lonely
What is love… please show me what is love

- nanana -

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Ludacris - Raised In The South Lyrics and Video (Ft. Young Jeezy)

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'Raised In The South' Lyrics - Ludacris (Ft. Young Jeezy)
Here is Raised In The South Lyrics by Ludacris Ft. Young Jeezy

[Intro: Young Jeezy]
What's up?

[Hook: Ludacris & Jeezy x2]
Keep my name out your motherfuckin' mouth (out yo' mouth)
Keep my name out your motherfuckin' mouth (out yo' mouth)
Keep my name out your motherfuckin' mouth (out yo' mouth)
Keep my name out your motherfuckin' mouth (out yo' mouth)
‘Cause I was raised in the motherfuckin' south (in the south)

[Verse 1: Ludacris]
Southside, College Park, yeah I rep that
Where there's money, all my dawgs, go and fetch that
Niggas robbin' in the hood, we don't sweat that
Throw some some red dots up on your head and connect that
I guess you in the right place, at the right time
And I been drinkin' I'm not really in my right mind
The wrong move'll make a Nigga grab the right nine
Knock your livin' daylights out, Bitch, night time
Come off up them stacks
If you don't give ‘em then we gon' take ‘em
Go and get ‘em or we gon' chase him
Go stick him and might erase him
Or turn him into a patient, any demon's we gon' face ‘em
Or see all the pigs and all that bacon
We gon' As-salamu alaykum

[Hook x2]

[Verse 2: Young Jeezy]
These pussy niggas only talkin' 'cause they got lips
Guess them choppers only bustin' 'cause them bitches got clips
Got them niggas bustin' off the motorcycle like Chips
Think I seen them round Bloods, so they mighta been Crips
All this rappin' ain't no action, see I can't respect that
Bout to ask him for that trap, and nigga I'mma check that
Hundred units in the living room, and you can bet that
I'm so high up in this bitch look like I got a jet pack
If you a real street nigga, won't you tell me how it feel
So bought some 26s before you played her like Bill
So keep your name up out your mouth
Gives a fuck bout how you feel
‘Cause in these motherfuckin' streets, I Am Legend like Will

[Hook x2]

[Verse 3: Ludacris]
These niggas is sweeter than a sweet potato
Softer than Play-Doh, hope bitch nigga, lay low
A-Town by the way of Illinois
And our blocks come together like Legos, they know
Who I am, I'm the man with a plane
And a nigga with verses, blowin' a rapper to pieces
Got a crew full of untamed dogs, and I'm thinkin' that
I'm really bout to let ‘em off the leashes, (Roof)
I'm scratchin the surface
The nigga with the million dollar verses
These rappers are worthless
And all I really wanna do is piss ‘em off on purpose
I'm possessed, stick a needle in your back
Like a nigga doing voodoo curses
Givin' them a two piece with a biscuit
And hell no I ain't talkin 'bout churches
Get nervous, get robbed of your valuables nigga
Like I'm snatching your purses
And I got a couple urges
To clown on you niggas like a three ring circus
If you ain't got no warrants
Then you best to believe it'll be no searches
So keep my name up out your mouth before I close your curtains

[Hook x2]

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2 Chainz - Y’all Aint Lyrics and Video (Ft. Cap 1)

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'Y’all Aint' Lyrics - 2 Chainz (Ft. Cap 1)
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[Intro]
I don't know what it is
I ain't even been here
This is like I come home, I hear shit
They wish… they sneaks in, shit

[Verse 1: 2 Chainz]
I'm winning, I don't know no niggas here
Came in this motherfucker by myself
Smokin on strong, holdin on my dick
Like oh, my gold on, I'm talkin' gold mine
Niggas takin' shots at me, I send ‘em back
I tell ‘em hold mine
Now touch down, goal line

[Hook: 2 Chainz]
Y'all ain't killin' shit
Yeah, y'all ain't killin' shit
I'm on my mean ass shit,
My black leather and my yellow bitch
So tell your bitch, to go tell a bitch
I got a better bitch, ever since
I've been boomin' nigga

[Verse 2: 2 Chainz]
The bitch I'm with, looks just like she clueless
Work tape… she movin'
Daddy U-Haul, no RuPaul, that's no gay shit
No fake shit, I'm from the A, bitch
That gun talk, conversation
Fire!

[Hook: 2 Chainz]

[Verse 3: 2 Chainz]
Bitch I'm with look just like she Cuban
I met her in Miami by the pool and
My closet, so big we can play hoop in
Got your bitch in my living room and she droolin'

[Hook: 2 Chainz]

[Verse 4: 2 Chainz]
Extendo clip
You gon' need a ruler nigga
Yeah, I got brain, don't need a tutor nigga
No days off, Ferris Bueller nigga
Computer love? You gettin' love on a computer nigga?
Damn

[Hook: 2 Chainz]

[Verse 5: Cap-1]
Yeah, and since we been boomin' nigga
C4 we had detours and we stay on top of that mula nigga
Got another chick, with another bitch
And another chick that look sexy with me
Got a hundred bottles with the sparkles comin'
Turnt up in my section
Gettin' it like boom!
In the streets with that product
All we hold is them choppers
Southside and that's with an F
And that F still stand for fuck these niggas
Got a red bitch, and her head sick
And her ass fat, and we still get rich
Gone

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