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Twista - Beast Lyrics and Video

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'Beast' Lyrics - Twista
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I’m a beast, boy, with an intergalactic flow
Trouble intermittence from another planet
But I spit that fly shit, though
That shit go, damn, that shit blow
Put me in a laboratory, I’mma cook, that’s how shit go

Fendy, Prada, Enny, inter-quantum physics
Alien that never heard about the bitches on the earth
So I think I’mma visit
Niggas coming at me acting like they hard
Yelling fuck me, fuck you, too
Don’t get it twisted when I spin it scientific
‘Cause the niggas that with us do shoot
New coupe, think you’re messing with a dupe, fool, fool
Dark matter aka…
Yelling out like Louis, yelling out moo-boo
Yelling out like Wayne, yelling out soo-woo
‘Cause I’mma wreck them, ‘cause I’m coming for a whole other spectrum
Tryna throw me in the flames…kick me out the game but I ain’t gonna let ‘em
It’s a fascination with the science, my creation, I am God, look at how they way shit go
Take it to a whole other motherfucking level when I say I made that ho

I’m a beast, boy, with an intergalactic flow
Trouble intermittence from another planet
But I spit that fly shit, though
That shit go, damn, that shit blow
Put me in a laboratory, I’mma cook, that’s how shit go
I’m a beast, boy, with an intergalactic flow
Trouble intermittence from another planet
But I spit that fly shit, though
That shit go, damn, that shit blow
Put me in a laboratory, I’mma cook, that’s how shit go

In the beginning there was Adam, ATOM
I am the Higgs Boson, meaner I was way before him
I kick logic, science, astrological when I be spitting you a verse
Feel like you probably fucking with me, you the first
But in a parallel universe, all up in my face
You think you something out of this almost empty space
So nigga, you ain’t nothing
Telling everybody that’s it’s on, we can spray
I know that ain’t you, the cells in your body got their own DNA
I know that ain’t you, …
Coming with some shit you’ve never heard before
Like genes, chromosomes,…

I’m a beast, boy, with an intergalactic flow
Trouble intermittence from another planet
But I spit that fly shit, though
That shit go, damn, that shit blow
Put me in a laboratory, I’mma cook, that’s how shit go
I’m a beast, boy, with an intergalactic flow
Trouble intermittence from another planet
But I spit that fly shit, though
That shit go, damn, that shit blow
Put me in a laboratory, I’mma cook, that’s how shit go

Niggas coming at me
That’s how shit go
Niggas coming at me
That’s how shit go

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Twista - Ferocious Lyrics and Video

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[Verse 1]
I be the grossest, nigga spitting dirt about the hood, then that go with the flow that's ferocious
Kill 'em off with the minimum dosage, you don't wanna see the result of my ultimatum when I focus
And I got the streets on lock, Muthafuckas feast on Twist like they feast on Pac, I'm a beast and the beats don't stop
Twista and the Legendary Traxter and we so hot
Kill 'em off if we ever get into it in a minute I'mma murder em and put 'em in a body like ain't nothing they can do about it
Dump 'em in the streets you'll never know it was get money that was in the controversy cause I off whoever knew about it
Take it up another level when im off of tropical, the reason I went overdosing off my mentality
Phys-i-cally I be from the inner city yeah the Windy City but I'm spiritually from another galaxy
And I be... one of them... niggas that... never do... give a fuck... what you say as long as Ima get em up
Witness that I fly, look at the way I kick back, niggas in the chi guest you can say I spit that
Devin Hamster, D-Rose, never see me at a show with cheap clothes, take over the game no cheap code
Ima ball like shaq no free throws, im on...
When it be coming to this rap shit im top shotta
Mid-west god father, hotter in the city like bambaataa
And ima damn problem, a speedknot mobstaz
Blowing on the top ganja
Everything I wear cost top Doller

[Hook]
If your on what im on come fuck with me
If your about getting money come fuck with me
If you blowing on loud come fuck with me
If you need a new style come fuck with me

[Verse 2]
Ima the higgs boson
Blast and the raft lance vic with voltons
Come on write that over more gigs and role bombs
Make you have to hold your kids in your arms
Got you the remedy we stand the test of time like ima the statue of liberty
And ima bringing the raft of my enemy and I am immortal when im in a portal
Full of math than chemistry
Telling you that ima get em when I see you coming with the rhetoric
That let me know that you want to get annihilated
I am at the pinnacle when on the beat I leave a enemy at the back of me and anybody violated
Put em at the bottom of the barrel ima animal I kill em with the ammunition
There ain't gonna be no murdering me
Coming to the surfaces of the earth ain't no purposes in rukus, worth of a person holding hundred million money for me
Protons, neutrons, electrons
Building blocks to a decepticon
You just met with tron
Don't upset lebron
Kobe Wan Kenobi
Left hand ima black ginobili
Shoot em no more monetarily death and holy matrimony
Shit on muthafuckas if I ever catch em acting phony
When it be coming to this rap shit im top shotta
Mid-west god father, hotter in the city like bambaataa
And ima damn problem, a speedknot mobstaz
Blowing on the top ganja
Everything I wear cost top Doller

[Hook]
If your on what im on come fuck with me
If your about getting money come fuck with me
If you blowing on loud come fuck with me
If you need a new style come fuck with me

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Young Chris - Get Money Lyrics and Video (Ft. Rico Love)

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'Get Money' Lyrics - Young Chris ft. Rico Love
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[Intro:]
Turn the lights on, yeah!
Turn the lights on, yeah!
Turn the lights on, yeah!
Turn the lights on, yeah!

Hook:
She don’t wanna work hard for it,
But she wanna get money!
She don’t fuck with them broke boys,
Them niggas is too bummy
When she see them sparkling lights,
I bet she come running
She don’t wanna work hard for it,
But she wanna get money!
So you better stop talking with them hoes that you can’t afford
(Can’t afford, can’t afford, can’t afford)
You better stop talking with them hoes that you can’t afford
(Can’t afford, can’t afford, can’t afford)
Don’t get mad, get money!

Get it, get it, you love that hoe, I hit it!
You love that ass, I smash
What them boys wanna do, I did it!
Flossy, ripped it, hoe girl, when I get twisted
I’mma get in that ass so good,
I’mma fuck you like I missed it!
That straight Patron I pissed it,
Gotta keep a tough back!
Pull up some futuristic
They’re like, “how much, duck?”
Only pretty girls roll with us,
Gotta lead the duck’s back!
You did it just like you did it
One night to your wife, and you love that!
She don’t wanna work hard (hard)
She just wanna get paid (paid)
She don’t want a relationship
She just wanna get laid (laid)!
Wanna be where it’s sunny and sipping on something
Abandon the ship!
But I got so many bitches that’s waiting in line
I can have me a pussy parade!

Hook:
She don’t wanna work hard for it,
But she wanna get money!
She don’t fuck with them broke boys,
Them niggas is too bummy
When she see them sparkling lights,
I bet she come running
She don’t wanna work hard for it,
But she wanna get money!
So you better stop talking with them hoes that you can’t afford
(Can’t afford, can’t afford, can’t afford)
You better stop talking with them hoes that you can’t afford
(Can’t afford, can’t afford, can’t afford)
Don’t get mad, get money!

I think I fell in love with a stripper
A bottle of Patron and some swishers (light up!)
And you know what happened when I’m on the liquor
A nigga might fuck around and kiss her!
(Turn the lights on!)
If you’re fucking with this hoe, better have a lot of dough
If you’s a broke nigga, get a fuck up about the dough.
Know she like that new Channel, that Givanchy, YSL,
All my queen for my queen
Yes, my bitch be fly as hell
Hello, momma! How are you doing?
Where you going, what’s your name,
Where you from?
Fuck with us…
Broke niggas over there,
The whole section looking lame
And you’s the sexy little thing
So I’mma put something in your range!

Hook:
She don’t wanna work hard for it,
But she wanna get money!
She don’t fuck with them broke boys,
Them niggas is too bummy
When she see them sparkling lights,
I bet she come running
She don’t wanna work hard for it,
But she wanna get money!
So you better stop talking with them hoes that you can’t afford
(Can’t afford, can’t afford, can’t afford)
You better stop talking with them hoes that you can’t afford
(Can’t afford, can’t afford, can’t afford)
Don’t get mad, get money!
Get money!
Don’t get mad, get money!
Get money!
Don’t get mad, get money!
Get money!

She don’t wanna work hard for it,
But she wanna get money!
She don’t fuck with them broke boys,
Them niggas is too bummy
When she see them sparkling lights,
I bet she come running
She don’t wanna work hard for it,
But she wanna get money!
So you better stop talking with them hoes that you can’t afford
(Can’t afford, can’t afford, can’t afford)
You better stop talking with them hoes that you can’t afford
(Can’t afford, can’t afford, can’t afford)
Don’t get mad, get money!
Get money!
Don’t get mad, get money!
Get money!
Don’t get mad, get money!
Get money!

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Fat Trel - Shhh (Remix) Lyrics and Video (Ft. Meek Mill, Rick Ross & Tracy T)

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[Intro: Rick Ross]
All I ever wanted was a kilo
Till they my little nigga with the rico
Fat Trel, Maybach Murda Gang
Mastermind, double M

[Verse 1: Fat Trel]
Nigga tell me how you want it with a savage
It get crazy where I'm living it's tragic
If you can take it from my pocket you can have it
You know I got a body bag in the trash
You know I got an old thot you can have
Nigga come fuck my old bitch
Niggas couldn't eat my old pussy
I'm in the kitchen I could tell you how the stove looking
Nigga all I really wanted was the pyrex
A couple hundred body snatchers in the projects
You know my bloods stay connected like direct
I'm in Miami my bitches like "where Lebron at?"
I finish fucking her [?] like "where your mom at?"
In front the coppers I got choppers for the combat
Couldn't believe it my niggas say he was sellin' grenades
Quit bullshittin' I'm a sell you where the bomb at
D.C. nigga, sittin wrist dip low
He ain't know a chopper price get this low
See I cop em' in Atlanta bring em' back to Alabama Avenue
And tell them niggas "come and get it let's go"
Fifty in the Mac take em' back to benny row
Bitches in my kitchen with the semi's on the floor
All I know I want him dead by tonight
With his head in his lap and his body at the light
Purchase me some [?] and I'm a buy some Sprite
Tell a bitch keep counting till she get the count right
When a bitch finish might purchase her a flight
Might take a whole life
Might fuck her all night
Right, you know I hate to say it twice
But you pussy ass niggas ain't bout that life
Pussy ass niggas ain't bout that life
Pussy ass niggas ain't bout that life

[Hook]
Talking 'bout you popping tags, nigga you ain't bought shit
Talking bout a hunned bottles, nigga you ain't popped shit
All you talk nana clips, nigga you ain't shot shit
Spending money on these hoes, nigga you ain't fuck shit

[Verse 2: Tracy T]
[?]

[Hook]
Talking 'bout you popping tags, nigga you ain't bought shit
Talking bout a hunned bottles, nigga you ain't popped shit
All you talk nana clips, nigga you ain't shot shit
Spending money on these hoes, nigga you ain't fuck shit

[Verse 3: Meek Mill]
Thirty in the clip catch the whole thing
Feds know a nigga by his whole name
Shoot him in his head for his gold chain
You was running ball, we was sellin' cocaine
Talkin bout you buyin' bricks, nigga you ain't got shit
We was sellin' all them keys, we was like the locksmith
Twenty-Five hundred for the red bottoms
Prolly make five bands for the waste nigga
I'm rollin' through my city in a new Rolls Royce
Cheif Keef 300 for the Wraith nigga
A.K, S.K, H.K nigga, three K's like I hate niggas
And I'll put you in your place nigga
You got shoebox money I got a safe nigga holdup

[Hook]
Talking 'bout you popping tags, nigga you ain't bought shit
Talking bout a hunned bottles, nigga you ain't popped shit
All you talk nana clips, nigga you ain't shot shit
Spending money on these hoes, nigga you ain't fuck shit

[Verse 4: Rick Ross]
Automatic pistol on a nigga leather seat
See a bad bitch she my jam of the week
All I ever wanted was a kilo
Till they end my little war with the Regal
Bitches lookin' at me, Keisha look at all this change
It's the heart of war tour bus full of K's
Master P money I could pull up in a tank
C Murda shooter know a pill on the way
Still [?]
Rich niggas coming through you broke niggas better move
At your front door got word you got work
3.5 for the [?]
Now six figures for the set niggas verse
All eyes on me as I'm walking through the church
Prayin' lord forgive me, 30 shots in the semi
I done payed all of my ties now it's time to go and get it
My new plug don't fuck with the kuh
My new bitch gettin' fucked in the butt
Ridin' by the [?] see me sitting in the trunk
Niggas say they coming threw but they see me strapped up, what
Nigga runnin' in your house for the brown bag
Fear wanna know how much in the brown bag
Nigga swinging that stick for the brown bag
Your bitch even saw my number on the brown bag
All I ever wanted was a Kilo
Till they end my little war with the Regal
Sippin' on purp niggas still got a plan
Still movin' work work nigga ooh what a night
Ooh what a night, ooh what a night
If it was a picture of that pussy it'd get 200 likes
Get 200 likes, all that bitch gettin' from me is 200 likes

[Hook]
Talking 'bout you popping tags, nigga you ain't bought shit
Talking bout a hunned bottles, nigga you ain't popped shit
All you talk nana clips, nigga you ain't shot shit
Spending money on these hoes, nigga you ain't fuck shit

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Chance The Rapper - In The Pen Dance Lyrics and Video (Ft. Nico Segal)

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Scorpion tattoo covers his shoulder
Sting of the town, leaves you cold in the form in the morning with folders
I was raised to be a soldier
And it’s because of the help from my dad, I used to hate him for the whelps on my back
All of your chores, sweep up the floors, under the couch and behind the doors
He taught me to stand on my own two
My teacher said if he’s a fan on the old school
I said, “No, he’s the principal. He ain’t scared of bullets, he’s invincible”
And he taught me to look in the eyes of every grown man
Not as if you owe him but as if you own him
6 o’clock in the morning, yawning, ‘cause real men don’t sleep past dawn and we on it
Already doing push-ups in tank tops
Thanks pops for everything I have and what I ain’t got
When I blow up like Adam’s bombs I’mma spit it out
I’m dumb, 50 mil’ just between dad and moms
This is just hard, how many gift cards did I give up just ‘cause?
Not enough to match the plight of your own father’s sin
I gotta catch a flight but you can tape it, right?
You can save money or you can save a life, you can blame mom or yeah, you can make it right
Everything that you taught me, I noted, the themes I quoted but the music, I wrote it
And all a man has in this world is his word and all I really want is a second to be heard
And I’m just searching for a witness but this is my independence
This is my independence, this is my independence
Welcome to independence, this is my independence
This is my independence

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Chance The Rapper - Dear Chicago Summer Lyrics and Video

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Dear summer what you been on with my friends?
You were snake when all types ?? the glance,
And every ripped in they get a little worse
They can and everybody’s homies they could ??
But the friends is on the bullets and the six chambers
but in our faces is the faces of the newspapers
He provides the summer nights, they provide the soundtrack
We provide the pockets and then ?? bounce back
And you gotta answer soon, as the critics call
Tired of posting rest in peace on my niggas walls
So many cops with the aims on her
Too many spray panty and T-shirts wth lil nigga’s name on it
And I’m sure that a little came from nigga
But most cigar niggas, ain’t afraid to our banger
And maybe I need a geography class is something
But when the Chicago become a product means ??
And when the windy city will blow you all away
And when the throwing hands become they always move the flame
Around in time and killing cops became a row to follow,
And a bullet on your play became to ?? Chicago
??? my niggas is seizin’
‘cause everybody see em and we all in chieffin
And we all got blood, but we don’t really need em
And ?? got the gloves if you beatin’
Put your weapons down, drop em if you keep em
Throw them hands and I know you man in the deep in
Throw a body every weekend and every single weekend
Summer’s almost over, but you’re doing kind of decent

And this one here is for the ..
And now my homies born memories that the caskets made of glass
Till we walk on streets and nigga made of old deep
Shout out to north thaggin and old street
Until we park and until we park
And I’m so ??
Chicago pays the picture that is more than art.
We all feel the father have to show up,
So summer is never acting
Chicago summer

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Chance The Rapper - Kick Back Lyrics and Video

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Welcome to the kick back, the last of the summer
The night before we go we all gotta come up
You all gotta celebrate the glass right in front us
Grab a blunt and a loud and a glass with some rom
My momma’s gone so we about to get so gone
First get the swishers out then get your roll on
Yeah, get the roads out, we ‘bout to burn a whole zone
Please work it out until you’re sitting on the ozone
A lot of hoes dressed up, a lot of fun they close on
First get the liquor out then get these hoes gone
Everybody feeling great, go and get your good on
But first get your bread out, everybody will put on
Wanna get the flight night go one and get to cracking
Why you getting mad, it’s just a little madness
Sip on a body or a little bit of beer pong
In for the shorty, looking forward to the beer pong
Why you this struck, man, you wasn’t ever here long
Oh, this night gotta last like the whole school year long

Welcome to the kick back, go ahead and kick back
Just keep my house clean before my momma get back
Keep on blasting if you wasn’t gonna hit that
Go and pass the glass if you wasn’t gonna sip that
I’m just gonna sit back, find a girl and chit-chat
Then find a good spot so maybe we can dips it
Dip off as soon as we get back do it all over again
Welcome to the kick back

Welcome to the kick back
Why you got that blunt in your hand, my nigga, split that
Why you show off if you ain’t tryna get it in
Reggae in my ear while we blowing in the wind
Chasing on mixes, sip the juice after the gin
And I know it’s strong, baby, but you gotta hold it in
And if you just getting here, all the smoke is in the bathroom
Niggas at the liquor store, they should be coming back soon
In this shit to win it so my eyes on raccoon, need a chance in this bitch
It’s gonna be a rap soon

Welcome to the kick back, go ahead and kick back
Just keep my house clean before my momma get back
Keep on blasting if you wasn’t gonna hit that
Go and pass the glass if you wasn’t gonna sip that
I’m just gonna sit back, find a girl and chit-chat
Then find a good spot so maybe we can dips it
Dip off as soon as we get back do it all over again
Welcome to the kick back

Welcome to the kick back
Welcome to the kick back
Welcome to the kick back

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Chance The Rapper - September 7th Lyrics and Video

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Damn, it’s the 7th already, only 6 in the morning, getting up already
The sun ain’t even up, my eyelids still heavy
The breath smells of vodka and…
Hair is so nappy and clothes is so freshly…
Back to Bronx in after school locking…
Chopping with moms, she knows that I will save money
Tryna convince her that this time I really saved money
Buying both our clothes with stained money
Tryna explain that it’s all just the same money
But she knows it’s really game money
I said, “Momma, what the difference if I make money?”
She said, “If you take for me, you’ll take from me”
And as long as I’ll pay for it, she will pray for me

Back to school

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Chance The Rapper - Somewhere, Nowhere USA Lyrics and Video

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I’m in the middle of nowhere, nowhere, nowhere
And I’m just looking for somewhere, somewhere, somewhere

Yeah you like how I did my own echo
‘cause no one else could do me but me ‘cause I’m the best though
I’m a bag of kush, you’re bag the regno
And I’ve been this way from the get-go, get low
Stacking me for hammers like icon
For ?? name replace me with money and some background techno
So anyway I won’t take with kids just to let go
And now you’re still playing on the block ?? lego
Difference between us, lions and genetic, make up
Ask why chronology, body mask make-up,
all night I sleep, all night you stay up
afraid of nightmares, I’m afraid to wake-up
and I tell my grandma I love her every time I see her
‘cause I’m afraid tomorrow that I might not be here
‘cause sometimes my wrist ?? us and will whisper to the other side of wisdom
Just above the sip of the world, the stars .. build in
Fall on the tracks and man that you tripped them
I sleep up, popped in those blamin’ was a mix up
Or a box into before, could’ve swore that the rats when you fall, damn chance
You could’ve died if you popped anymore
They just want more, could’ve let me go in,
Make me guy and tender for .. grow here
Then .. keep spacing off, .. he afraid of somewhere
I’m convincing nowhere

Somewhere nowhere USA
Ey ey ey ey ey
Somewhere nowhere USA
Ey ey ey ey ey
Somewhere nowhere

You can go from somewhere to nowhere
‘bout try leave from molly
Mexican to molly’s on the border I mean line between crazy and the present
Maybe I’m distressed ‘cause my dams are not undressed
And in night in shining armor searching for ?? like
Blame the game of operation for Parkinsons
You touch the walls and you fell shocked
‘cause when you touch the walls you fell box
Nowhere is vast, and somewhere ..
And my dreams need room and stretch out legs
And nigga run around from miles,
But it’s money ?? will leave more .. and the .. itself
I feel my sanity is picking all my fantasies
And reality is full and out the man ..
But drive, you give a shit about your asta
You just keep em in the ass, and tell you to run faster
And some .. passes, till our last see me pass,
And let em tell I’m here, anything I ask em
Gotta give you wings but you stop being the bastard
I guess I wrote em nowhere, ohh

USA
Ey ey ey ey ey
Somewhere nowhere USA
Ey ey ey ey ey
Somewhere nowhere USA
Ey ey ey ey ey
Somewhere nowhere

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Chance The Rapper - Cruisin’ Lyrics and Video

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Cruising in my six four, damn, I got a sick flow
Cruising in my six four, damn, I got a sick flow
Cruising in my six four, you know I got a sick flow
Asking where I’m headed to, asking what they asking for

Album full of hits, pocket full of bits
Bag full of green, mouth full of swish
Ear full of chronic gable, head full of dead cells
Cat full of afro, hand full of steering wheel
Cruise passed the bus stop, two miles and out
Air condition blow with the windows rolled down
And I turn it up ‘cause the speakers full of bass
And I pull down the top ‘cause the air’s full of grape
With a head full of cockiness, backseat full of hoes
Clip full of BBC, backpack full of clothes
Neck full of gold ropes, ear full of diamonds
Woke up from the dream, I ain’t even got my license
Shit

Cruising in my six four, damn, I got a sick flow
Cruising in my six four, you know I got a sick flow
Cruising in my six four, damn, I got a sick flow
Asking where I’m headed to, asking what they asking for
What they asking for, what they fuck they asking for
Fuck they asking for

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Chance The Rapper - NvrSayNvr Lyrics and Video

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They ask me why this album so dark
Gloomy and full of crushed heart
I tell you, ‘cause my last album was my life’s failure
I’d sip gin and tell you holding my genitalia
History is on low, I ain’t memorabilia
Joey said I sounded like Weezy
So he said it was getting hard to see me
When I’m voicing the word of something that’s beneath me
Me moving to DC did not deceive me
So I should’ve kept breathing till my lungs quit breathing
And then once more as I piece of blasphemy
‘Cause my raps feed me
J, am I good enough now? I put my best foot in the center of a crowd
‘Cause that’s forward for me, I vow
I pray for the haters that’s hateful and grateful every time I get pesos
‘Cause I can never be Pac, I can never be Big
I can never be J, I can never be Jigg, I can never be Vic, never be J Rivers
I can only beat y’all when I never say never
And I can never say

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Talib Kweli - New Leaders Lyrics and Video (Ft. The Underachievers)

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[Verse Annotate1: Talib Kweli]
Welcome to the new age where they're thirsty for that Kool-Aid
Thirsty for first in that page, really thirsty just to be fake
Be the first to hate what you say, trying to diss you calling you "gay"
Such an urgency to express himself, but really nothing to say
Don't fuck with us, we too tough, get high like you do drugs
Like spit me out I'm chewed up ([?] chopped and screwed up)
I know you up in this club, I know you don't give a fuck
You told me what you don't like, you made that clear, now what do you love?
It's gotta be more
Some live the life of the rich, some people gotta be poor
I've been through a door
I will not sell you a dream, that's what the lottery for
The music is clay, I shaped it, I molded it
Like it was pottery or the mouth with the law
Twist it like Robert Duvall, son, the godfather raw
Free as the diamond you found on the floor
Furnished the rhyme with the proper decor
I burnished the nine in my mind with the galore
So they burning with shaman, I'm popping the door
To top off the law
If your style is married to substance, you sound like you got a divorce
That's why I'm blocking and unfollowing y'all
I done forgot what I'm following for
Enough about y'all, now back to me
Ain't no academic leave, I'm not faculty
These new slaves ain't ready for my masterpiece
So when they hear me rap it's catastrophe
Cause a casualty so casually they mistake what I do for having beef
I don't actually wish anybody harm, now stretch your arms and clap for me

[Hook: Talib Kweli]
Wake up cause no you're not dreaming
Catch up with us cause we leaving
Got enough followers
I'm looking for some new leaders
I'm looking for some new leaders
I'm looking for some new leaders
Got enough followers
I'm looking for some new leaders

[Verse 2: AK]
Ever since the day I was born, that monster day I was chosen
To rise above them all and be a leader, I'm like Malcolm X when on the podium
Martin Luther with a dream, Rosa Parks on the bus
Though as funny as it seems it remind me of us
Through the money and the fame ain't shit gon' change for the light we adjust
Do it for the children without a ceiling to live up under
Times getting hard, that's why my niggas smoke that tropic thunder
If all our people spreaded love instead of evil
We would prosper our conscious to a level with no equal lethal
Stay true, I gave you my oath
What would the ancient God my, nigga [?]
Through all the books and the screens I was taught
I look at myself and pretend to learn the most
Our leaders dead and gone, what's left for the believers?
If you looking for the truth, one word: Underachievers, nigga

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Issa Gold]
As I change the so called predestined course of my life
Advance my shit so now I travel at the speed of light
Moving these intricate insecurities out of sight
Moving myself onward from the darkness into the light
I take flight, it's goodbye to all the negativity
That plague millions of young innocent souls like me
Gave me the genius mind state necessary
To feast off of this unlimited figurative tree
Of life, I tried to tell these niggas that I [?] move it
Something like [?] if you [?] evolution
As I fall asleep on these social forms of materialism
I wake up and go through more colors than your normal prism
Would you rest my soul, I'm blinding me to a fury of visions
In light of me on what to cut with such gifted precision
And now I'm truly livin' (bless up, bless up)
And now I'm truly livin' (bless up, bless up)

[Hook]

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Zack Knight - Shot Of Me Lyrics and Video

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Step to the mark girl wait in line
I'm like your favourite flavour that you always crave on
B-bite your lips girl ride it out
Cause where it takes you to a place girl we don’t talk about

One drop on the rocks I'ma serve you up up
One shot bartender we can pour it up
You can put it on my tab whenever you want that rush
So go ahead and fill that cup cup but beware cause I'll get you hooked

Take a sip drink me up
Let it burn in your burn in your mouth
Take a shot of me (me) x2
Take a shot of me now
Take a shot of me (me) x2
Take a shot of me now

Uh girl you wanna shot of me
Uh like you won the lottery
Uh girl this is all I do
Me & Zee Kay plus my crew hit the bar till half past 2
3 girls on round 2 take 2 girls to round 3
Its a round 3 and I like girls
That like girls that like me
She on now her friends too
Shoot out like a western
Take shots till her chest burn
Then take her down like a wrestler

One drop on the rocks I'ma serve you up up
One shot bartender we can pour it up
You can put it on my tab whenever you want that rush
So go ahead and fill that cup cup but beware cause I'll get you hooked

Take a sip drink me up
Let it burn in your burn in your mouth
Take a shot of me (me) x2
Take a shot of me now
Take a shot of me (me) x2
Take a shot of me now

Now i got you drunk drunk drunk drunk on my love x2
Take a shot of me now
Take a shot of me now

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Karmin - I Want It All Lyrics and Video

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'I Want It All' Lyrics - Karmin
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The way that you're moving
You know what you're doing
I want you to prove that I'm right about you
Boy, go ahead admit it -

Uuuh, sing it

Oh, I got the feeling down deep inside
Got the feeling I can't deny
Got the feeling that makes me high
Only thing is baby
i want it all
i want it all
All I need is one more night with you
It's amazing what
Just one more night can do!
I want it all
i want it all
All I need is one more night with you
It's amazing what
Just one more night can do!
I want it all
i want it all

You get me excited boy
I keep it private,
My world is divided without you
It won't be the same, can't take it!

Uuuh, sing it!!

Ooh, I got the feeling down deep inside
Got the feeling I can't deny
Got the feeling that makes me high
Only thing is baby
i want it all
i want it all
All I need is one more night with you
It's amazing what
Just one more night can do,
i want it all
i want it all
All I need is one more night with you
It's amazing what
Just one more night can do!
I want it all
i want it all

Oh, I got the feeling down deep inside (oh yea)
Got the feeling I can't deny (oh yea)
Got the feeling that makes me high (oh yea)
Only thing is baby (oh yea)
i want it all – I want it all
All I need is one more night with you
It's amazing what
Just one more night can do,
i want it all
i want it all
All I need is one more night with you
It's amazing what
Just one more night can do!
I want it all, heyyy
i want it all

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Chris Major - Amazing Lyrics and Video

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(Intro)
Baby… ain’t nobody better than me
I mean… I’m just sayin
Yea
I’mma give you something you ain’t never had baby

(Verse)
He may be good
But I’m better better better
Smack that, make it wet
Style of leather leather leather

You ain’t seen nothing like what I’mma put you on tonight
I’mma give you that knockout, uuh

And I love the way you dive in it – Michael Phelps
You can run all you want to, that won’t help
You can tell all your girlfriends, they so jealous
Hope you don’t tell nobody, but it’s obvious

(Pre-Chorus)
We fuckin
And the whole hood gon hear you screamin my name
Cus I’m that nigga
When it come to sex, girl I’m that nigga
If you want the best, girl I’m that nigga
No use of that other nigga
Showed you good but…

(Chorus)
I can show you amazing
Let me take them panties off, baby don’t be scared girl
I can show you amazing
Show you what you’ve been missing
Let me see them faces
I can show you amazing

(Verse)
You won’t regret it…
I can put it all the way in if you let me…
Don’t be shy, let me see your freaky side
Put you on that dresser
You might need your hairdresser

(Pre-Chorus)
If we fuckin
And the whole hood gon hear you screamin my name
Cus I’m that nigga
When it come to sex, girl I’m that nigga
If you want the best, girl I’m that nigga
No use of that other nigga
Showed you good but…

(Chorus)
I can show you amazing
Let me take them panties off, baby don’t be scared girl
I can show you amazing
Show you what you’ve been missing
Let me see them faces
I can show you amazing

(Bridge)
Uh baby let me put it on you, forget about him
Put it on my hoe like it’s snap back, get that
I’m that, I’m that nigga
It’s time to see me stretch out
Tryna work you out
Can’t wait til…

(Pre-Chorus)
If we fuckin
And the whole hood gon hear you screamin my name
Cus I’m that nigga
When it come to sex, girl I’m that nigga
If you want the best, girl I’m that nigga
No use of that other nigga
Showed you good but…

(Chorus)
I can show you amazing
Let me take them panties off, baby don’t be scared girl
I can show you amazing
Show you what you’ve been missing
Let me see them faces
I can show you amazing

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Robin Thicke & Ron Burgundy - Ride Like The Wind Lyrics and Video

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(Intro)
Oh my God this is something
Hold on everybody
Here we go
Not quite yet
Put this in
This with Robin Thicke
Any minute now
Alright
Here we go
Take it away

(Verse)
It is the night
My body’s weak
I’m on the run, no time to sleep
I’ve got to ride, ride like the wind
To be free again

(Chorus)
And I’ve got such a long way to go
To make it to the border of Mexico
So I ride… like the wind
Ride like the wind

(Verse)
I was born the son of a lawless man
Always spoke my mind with a gun in my hand
Lived nine lives
Gunned down ten
Gonna ride like the wind

(Chorus)
And I’ve got such a long way to go
To make it to the border of Mexico
So I ride… like the wind
Ride like the wind

Gonna ride like the wind

(Verse)
Accused and tried and told to hang
I was nowhere in sight when the church bells rang
Never was the kind to do as I was told
Gonna ride like the wind before I get old

(Verse)
It is the night
My body’s weak
I’m on the run, no time to sleep
I’ve got to ride, ride like the wind
To be free again

(Chorus x2)
And I’ve got such a long way to go
To make it to the border of Mexico
So I ride… ride like the wind
Ride like the wind

Gonna ride like the wind

(Interlude)
that’s right folks
When Ron Burgundy rides, he rides like the wind
Not like a Subaru or a golf cart
Like the god dong wind
Powerful and slick and invisible
Feel that draft up yo skirt ladies?
That’s me
Okay that was creepy, I’m sorry
I smoked a funny cigarette with this Robin Thicke guy and let’s just say the filter is off
I feel like I’ve gone on too long
Let me hit you with this
Flee the palace nigga
Bowes of my sweet breath

Ride like the wind (x6)

(Outro)
That was a blast, Robin
Wanna get a drink?
Where’d he go?
Oh he just left?
Well it’s fine, I have plenty to do
Plenty!
I don’t need to hang out with Robin Thicke
Hey yo, sound engineer, do you wanna get a beer?
No? you’re good?
Oh okay
Good because I don’t want one either
Alright
But I do need a ride home
It’s alright, I’ll take that stranger
Okay…
Who turned the lights off?
Let me get out of the recording booth at least
I’m locked in here
Excuse me, I’m locked in here
Why is the song still going? I’m locked in the booth
Oh my gosh, I can’t breathe anymore
There’s a lack of oxygen here
I don’t wanna die like this
No, I’ve too much to live for
I don’t wanna die like this
Never mind, the door was stuck
I’m good
Alright, bye bye
Heh, I’m saying goodbye to no one
Bye

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Jesse McCartney - In Technicolor, Pt. I Lyrics and Video

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(Verse)
Get a job, pay the rent
Wash, rinse, repeat, do it again
We all live in a black and white world

(Verse)
But let’s face it, while time’s wasting
We’re all here with the same motivation
Tryna find that someone who sees your words

(Chorus)
Technicolor
Waiting for that…
Technicolor
Searching for that…
Technicolor
Waiting for that…
Technicolor

(Verse)
When I’ll find her, game over
My future, uncovered
The good, the bad, the in-between
Perfect insanity

(Verse)
She’ll hate me when I love her
And we’ll fight like this forever
But she’s a dream and she’s mine
A spectrum of beauty and lies

(Chorus)
Technicolor
All I see is…
Technicolor
She’s loving me…
Technicolor
Now I see…
Technicolor

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Jesse McCartney - Tie the Knot Lyrics and Video

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(Verse)
Well it’s about that time when all our friends around us
One by one they’re stopping their old lives
And I can see it in your eyes you want some answers
Wondering when it’s gonna be our time

(Verse)
Now I ain’t never been a guy looking for marriage
That was something I just wouldn’t do
But lately you’ve been on my brain, I go insane
Thinking ‘bout a life without you

(Pre-Chorus)
I, I know you’ve…
You’ve been waiting to be taken
I, I know you…
You’ve been waiting so patiently

(Chorus)
You’re ready, we’re ready, been ready
Come on girl, let’s tie the knot
I’ll never lie, never cheat, to get with you between the sheets
Come on girl, let’s tie the knot
And after we say “I do!” we’ll go wherever we want to
Drive away, “Just married” on the car, yea
Get on my knees ‘cause I believe
That you’re the one that’s right for me
Come on girl, let’s tie the knot

(Verse)
They say the grass is always greener, temptation is a killer
Well girl that’s all lies
‘Cause when we’re standing in the mirror
There’s really nothing clearer than you and I

(Pre-Chorus)
I, I know you’ve…
You’ve been waiting to be taken
I, I know you…
You’ve been waiting so patiently

(Chorus)
You’re ready, we’re ready, been ready
Come on girl, let’s tie the knot
I’ll never lie, never cheat, to get with you between the sheets
Come on girl, let’s tie the knot
And after we say “I do!” we’ll go wherever we want to
Drive away, “Just married” on the car, yea
Get on my knees ‘cause I believe
That you’re the one that’s right for me
Come on girl, let’s tie the knot

(Bridge)
I can picture you all in white
So you can have the dress that you like
I wanna spend the rest of my life
For me you are all, I will need nothing more when you’re by my side

(Chorus)
You’re ready, we’re ready, been ready
Come on girl, let’s tie the knot
I’ll never lie, never cheat, to get with you between the sheets
Come on girl, let’s tie the knot
And after we say “I do!” we’ll go wherever we want to
Drive away, “Just married” on the car, yea
Get on my knees ‘cause I believe
That you’re the one that’s right for me
Come on girl, let’s tie the knot

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Jesse McCartney - Checkmate Lyrics and Video

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(Verse)
How do you feel when the king has gotta lie down
When you found out and see that is something that couldn’t work out
You thought that you’d be ready but I knew that you always had your doubts
I just wanted to be the one to save you, the one that knew how
But this all would have a ending, it was so clear to see
‘Cause you couldn’t wrap your head around the jealousy

(Chorus)
I’m calling checkmate, checkmate
I’m calling checkmate on you baby
I’m calling checkmate, checkmate
You are gonna lose ‘cause you chose to make the moves you make
Checkmate, checkmate
I’m calling checkmate on you baby
Oh I’m calling checkmate, checkmate
Girl you will always lose when you choose to make the moves you make

(Verse)
Said how are you feeling when the king has gotta lie down?
‘Cause you put up a wall around your castle and I just can’t climb around
I can hear you on the other side of it, screaming
But you’re too afraid to face the demons
So you let your heart just take a beating
And I’m the one who pays for it, think I gotta get

(Chorus)
I’m calling checkmate, checkmate
I’m calling checkmate on you baby
I’m calling checkmate, checkmate
You are gonna lose ‘cause you chose to make the moves you make
Checkmate, checkmate
I’m calling checkmate on you baby
Oh I’m calling checkmate, checkmate
Girl you will always lose when you choose to make the moves you make

(Bridge)
And I don’t really wanna do this
Girl it’s breaking my heart in two
Yes I’d give anything to keep on playing here with you
And maybe we can pick these pieces up and start again another day when things have changed
But you left me with no other moves to choose

(Chorus)
Checkmate
I’m calling checkmate on you baby
I’m calling checkmate, checkmate
You are gonna lose ‘cause you chose to make the moves you make
Checkmate, checkmate
I’m calling checkmate on you baby
Oh I’m calling checkmate, checkmate
Girl you will always lose when you choose to make the moves you make

I ran out of options
I ran out of options

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Frankie J - Santa Do Right Lyrics and Video

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Alright everybody
Gather round now
Uncle Frankie has a song for yall

I’ve been home and alone for Christmas
Waitin for Santa to arrive with my presents
‘Cause I know I’ve been good
So Santa do right
I’ve been good for Christmas
So Santa do right

I’ll be home and alone for Christmas
Waitin for Santa to arrive with my presents
‘Cause I know I’ve been good
So Santa do right
(Santa do right yea yea)

I won’t shed a tear
‘Cause I know he’ll soon be here
And I know Santa knows that I’ve been nice
Oh yea
No, I won’t shed a tear
‘Cause I know he’ll soon be here
And I know Santa knows that I’ve been nice
Yea

I’ll be home and alone for Christmas
Waitin for Santa to arrive with my presents
‘Cause I know I’ve been good
So Santa do right
I’ve been good for Christmas
So Santa do right

I won’t shed a tear
‘Cause I know he’ll soon be here
And I know Santa knows that I’ve been nice
Oh yea
No, I won’t shed a tear
‘Cause I know he’ll soon be here
And I know Santa knows that I’ve been nice
Yea

I hear the bells winging, Santa Claus singing
Jingle all the way
And I hear the reindeer of his sleigh
Until he climbs down the chimney
Uh I hear them singing
Take the pillow please
I just wanna see
What kind of present he left for me
He’s left for me

I’ve been home and alone for Christmas
Waitin for Santa to arrive with my presents
‘Cause I know I’ve been good
So Santa do right

I won’t shed a tear
‘Cause I know he’ll soon be here
And I know Santa knows that I’ve been nice
Oh yea
No, I won’t shed a tear
‘Cause I know he’ll soon be here
And I know Santa knows that I’ve been nice
Yea

I’ve been good for Christmas
So Santa do right, yea yea

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B.o.B - Wide Open Lyrics and Video (Ft. Ester Dean)

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(Hook)
Bust it wide open, let you see what I’m workin with (x4)

(Verse)
If you knew better you’d do better
Tell me who’s better, nobody home
Could be my body on yo body hoe
I’mma sit back and watch yo body go
Hit you from the back like a 4 by 4
Dick so big, call it 4 by 4
Smack on that ass like I know that hoe
Wutchu lookin at? Girl you know me, hoe it’s me
It’s me, so bust it open for me
This everything that you dreamed of
I’m finna put that ass to sleep
Yea on me, on me
This everything that you need
And you about to lose the dang girl
I’mma give you that good D
Yea that D

(Hook)
Bust it wide open, let you see what I’m workin with (x4)

(Verse)
Cheyah I bought the Rari, I’mma park the Rari
I pull up then I start to party
I’m takin hoes and I’m not sorry
I’m not sorry
On my label I’m top priority
I’m yo main bitch top priority
She talkin bout she wanna stop and admire this
I’m like we finna go the hardest
She hittin high notes like a gospel artist
Suck a bitch tittie like my cock retarded
I pop that pussy like a glock 40
Pop pop that pussy like a glock 40, glock 40
For me, for me
Yea bust it open for me
This everything that you dreamed of
I’m finna put that ass to sleep
Girl tonight

(Hook)
Bust it wide open, let you see what I’m workin with (x4)

Like a glock 40, glock 40
Like a glock 40, glock 40
Like a glock 40, glock 40
Like a glock 40, glock 40

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B.o.B - Cranberry Moon Walk Lyrics and Video (Ft. Mike Fresh)

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(Hook)
If we gon smoke gotta do it out a jar
If we gon ride gotta drop the top on the car
I pull over to the side, you don’t mind if I play my guitar
We’re just starin at the stars tryna figure out who we are
Oh cranberry moon walk
Cranberry moon walk

(Verse)
This shit amazing, 17 chips gotta calculate it
Paid for tuition, that’s a graduation
Killin through the presidents, that’s assassination
Uh I smoke a half, I make her
Bang that bitch and her baby make up
Look, I ain’t no baby maker,
She was hanging so tight I had to amputate her like uh
I got shit to do
Ball up, pour up, twist a few
But hey I’ve been runnin this shit so long
I’mma fuck around and blow out a hit or two
Like uh, that’s a workout
Can twerk so hard, she can twerkout
And I swear this freak bitch ride my wave so long
She know how to surf now

(Hook)
If we gon smoke gotta do it out a jar
If we gon ride gotta drop the top on the car
I pull over to the side, you don’t mind if I play my guitar
We’re just starin at the stars tryna figure out who we are
Oh cranberry moon walk
Cranberry moon walk
Oh cranberry moon walk
Cranberry moon walk

(Verse)
I’m throwin that long back at yo baby mama
I’m smoking that alien, I call that Osama
I got my own lane but I ain’t got no genre
I’m shittin on niggas, you might need a plunger
Uh, no I ain’t no worries
No drummer, no drama, no drummer, no drama
Uh and I’m whippin that Rari
E Honda E Honda E Honda E Honda
And we deep like 300
From the east side, yes I keep it 100
Go and my weed hydroponic
That chronic That chronic That chronic That chronic
Smoke!
Anything you done did
Yes I’ve done it I’ve done it I’ve done it I’ve done it
And they think that they do but don’t want it don’t want it don’t want it don’t want it

(Hook)
If we gon smoke gotta do it out a jar
If we gon ride gotta drop the top on the car
I pull over to the side, you don’t mind if I play my guitar
We’re just starin at the stars tryna figure out who we are
Oh cranberry moon walk
Cranberry moon walk
Oh cranberry moon walk
Cranberry moon walk

(Bridge x2)
Watch me put in work
Yea I put in work
Got these niggas mad
‘Cause I get it first
Get yo feelings hurt
Bet yo feelings hurt
Got these niggas mad
When they see that work

(Hook)
If we gon smoke gotta do it out a jar
If we gon ride gotta drop the top on the car
I pull over to the side, you don’t mind if I play my guitar
We’re just starin at the stars tryna figure out who we are
Oh cranberry moon walk
Cranberry moon walk
Oh cranberry moon walk
Cranberry moon walk

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B.o.B ft. Mike Fresh - Cranberry Moon Walk

B.o.B - Forever Lyrics and Video (Ft. Playboy Tre)

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'Forever' Lyrics - B.o.B ft. Playboy Tre
Here is Forever Lyrics by B.o.B Ft. Playboy Tre

(Hook)
Nothing is forever easy
Nothing is forever easy
Nothing is forever easy
So til I die I’ll be forever livin

(Verse)
Started with my pockets slim
(Started with my pockets slim)
Now I got a lot of M’s
They see me and they know it’s him
Oh they oh they know it’s him

I’m so high I don’t even get high no more
I’m so fly I don’t even let it down no mo
I’m so out there I’m going up no more
Niggas still hate and I don’t even know why no more

(Pre-Hook)
I don’t know why, I don’t know why
These niggas lame and I don’t know why
I don’t know why, I don’t know why
We ain’t the same and I don’t know why

(Hook)
‘Cause nothing is forever easy
Nothing is forever easy
No, nothing is forever easy
So til I die I’ll be forever livin

(Verse)
Motherfuck your opinion, show you where you can stick it
I swear the worse than these bitches, all these niggas got feelings
They say I got too many women, I’m just keepin it pimpin
The way she mastered that P, I guess she keep it no limit
Now watch get in it, super gold ceiling, smoking on ignorant
Me I’m so different, I just stand out, these niggas be blending in
They say I’m too hot, they say I’m too hood, now that’s a predicament
But as you can see the path that I’m on, success is just imminent

But at least I know I’m gonna learn
And I know I know I got my work
You see these niggas out there and they sho is lurkin
‘Cus this life ain’t fair and it sure ain’t perfect

(Pre-Hook)
I don’t know why, I don’t know why
These niggas lame and I don’t know why
I don’t know why, I don’t know why
We ain’t the same and I don’t know why

(Hook)
‘Cause nothing is forever easy
I’m sure this fuckin television
No, nothing is forever easy
So til I die I’ll be forever livin

(Verse)
Yea, everybody talk like they so cold
But when this shit jump off they ain’t cares no mo
I’m a white French like east side bro
And all my black friends you know them
They be like fuck them lyin ass hoes
Maybe ask for double
So why they hatin I don’t have a clue
Niggas wanna brag about money?
Guess what nigga, we got money too
Tre boy, Playboy
You can call me Christmas dad
And if yo freak wanna try to jump down
I’mma keep puffin that lilly pad

(Pre-Hook)
I don’t know why, I don’t know why
These niggas lame and I don’t know why
I don’t know why, I don’t know why
We ain’t the same and I don’t know why

(Hook)
‘Cause nothing is forever easy
I’m sure this fuckin television
No, nothing is forever easy
So til I die I’ll be forever livin

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B.o.B ft. Playboy Tre - Forever

Dizzy Wright - No Writers Block I Like To Rap Lyrics and Video

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'No Writers Block I Like To Rap' Lyrics - Dizzy Wright
Here is No Writers Block I Like To Rap Lyrics by Dizzy Wright

.. tell me what that craze em
Mama had no .. this rap game raise em,
I can’t .. I told my grandma I can help em
But I can’t save em
shit, the damage is done
23 nigga my brother believe that Santa will come
Even though knowing daddy working hard, we just answer the phone
Keep them spirits high, similes,
Burn the game into memorize plate,
Hold on, yo yo, .. the man, I ain’t talking for nothing,
Right I’m changed brothe I used to be lost in the bullets
When you want it, you will work until this hundreds pass
Spend all your time but the base nigga couple on that ass
You want that corporation money, ah
Be absolutely happy where everything that’s bringing your happiness
As an activist I keep telling nigga how we .. the label
What you wanna receive you have to
I told em I’ll be here for the longest,
Tooking back only, zoning off even not complain about the moment
Free man spoken, written like a 99’s man for it
You didn’t notice, Lord didn’t live you gotta keep a chat
Survival is not a choice is just keep respect
I plan to see the .. and let my team know we the best
We need to see the flash, I aint even sleeping yet
That’s why I’m the people’s threat
.. made a crown and then they put it on me
Not a hood on me, ‘cause I ain’t thuggin’ with a hoodie on me
Niggas want war, name one, hoodie goodie on me,
So annoying to be in peace I gotta keep a peace
23 with a daughter goin on 3
I think like in 18 years, who will she be?
Since day 1 I been official
But if .. use my voice and .. my baby girl
This ain’t official fixing in shoes I seen what’s working on ..
Bring out my old soul that ain’t a Dizzy ..
He was blowing on a trippy I got blowing on this sticky
Too bad I won’t be there to see they miss me
I got a lot of love in my heart I can’t enter in both
The truth is one and one and tryin’ different approach
Sick to the nose, like a bitch is pride and trickin’ the most
Who’s seen here in colors for ..and then we’re living with ..
You see I started from the bottom
mama never home moved into a shelter on my new
I never see a college, fast money .. got me stopped
Raised in Vegas but a mission can nigga one times keep the hearts
I stick to the knowledge I grew up to receive
If you ain’t got a purpose to bring then you’re gonna hurt me in league
Walk in nature, I’m coming at you, from every different angle
But when I look in the mirror I see a different person in me
Hey who that poorwith yourself,
hatin on the man I desire a little more for yourself
Ah of course, you ain’t bored of yourself?
Ain’t moving forward but you’re forcing yourself
and I ain’t tryin to be real, chill
The pain I’m living, I’d rather not make the same decision
And stick to my Mary Jane addiction
Now where my light at, if you gotta .. and I’m inside of that
No writer’s block, I like to rap nigga

No writer’s block, I like to rap nigga

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Dizzy Wright - No Writers Block I Like To Rap

Jonn Hart - Fed Up Lyrics and Video (Ft. Rayven Justice & Rossi)

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'Fed Up' Lyrics - Jonn Hart ft. Rayven Justice & Rossi
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Bitch, you go,
Why you wanna go through my phone?
Doing too much, girl, but not today
Pressing my buttons, man, get out my way!
Nowh you’re saying this and tat
All of my… you better fall back
Like damn, what a fuck!
Start tripping, girl, just shut up!
Got me like,

Hook:
Bitch, what, what the fuck?
And if you’re second guessing, then you got a cut
Bitch, what? What the fuck?
You got a real nigga fed up!
When a nigga fed up, when a nigga fed up,
When a nigga fed up, ain’t shit you can do about it!
When a nigga fed up, a real nigga fed up
Ain’t shit you can do about it!

Like that, when I let her go, she wanna come back
I’ll be like, I can’t, I can’t stand you
It’s making nigga act brand new!
No lie, no lie, I don’t need this shit, I ain’t got time!
I don’t need no bitch,
All of my girls are like this!
Got me like

Hook:
Oh, bitch, what, what the fuck?
And if you’re second guessing, then you got a cut
Bitch, what? What the fuck?
You got a real nigga fed up!
When a nigga fed up, when a nigga fed up,
When a nigga fed up, ain’t shit you can do about it!
When a nigga fed up, a real nigga fed up
Ain’t shit you can do about it!

I think it’s time I face it
I see you never ever change shit
All you did is waste my time
I’m so done, you can have a nice life!
You’ll be all up on my face on some bullshit
I ain’t the one, and I’ll will be quite honest
I think it’s about time you cut
I ain’t bad, but I’m just fed up!

Hook:
Oh, bitch, what, what the fuck?
And if you’re second guessing, then you got a cut
Bitch, what? What the fuck?
You got a real nigga fed up!
When a nigga fed up, when a nigga fed up,
When a nigga fed up, ain’t shit you can do about it!
When a nigga fed up, a real nigga fed up
Ain’t shit you can do about it!
Like, bitch, what, what the fuck?
And if you’re second guessing, then you got a cut
Bitch, what? What the fuck?
You got a real nigga fed up!
When a nigga fed up, when a nigga fed up,
When a nigga fed up, ain’t shit you can do about it!
When a nigga fed up, a real nigga fed up
Ain’t shit you can do about it!

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Jonn Hart ft. Rayven Justice & Rossi - Fed Up

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