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G-Eazy - Last Night Lyrics and Video (Ft. Devon & KYLOE)

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'Last Night' Lyrics - G-Eazy Ft. Devon & KYLOE
Here is Last Night Lyrics by G-Eazy Ft. Devon & KYLOE

Fruit sacks and cuffs and patrol
Party's all busting with hoes
Me and my bros on a mission
Leave with your riches
Your bitches ain't leave in their clothes
Yeah, I know, probably gave it to a charity or something

Every god'na days wanna marry me or smth
hate that shit, all I needed was a pick
But your ass always starring at me like a narrator or smth
Better bring your tits, bitch, or I ain't even know you
Boyfriend's here, I ain't even noticed that
When I tie a girl down, I ain't even roll with 'em
You roll your glass heavy while I sit on them smugging 'em
Girl, it's me and Jill, tell all the lame niggaz how we go
Going dumb, 'till I'm numb, couldn't even tell you how it feels
Try to run a rat when you're drunk as a skeleton
Bottles and bars and they both probably killed me
Tryna talk to these bitches is hard 'cause I feel like Bumar from Giggady Hill
Girls do wanna come, wanna stay
Check this thing, we smash them, snakes on a plane
It's really fucking hard and I wasn't try to bother, ah
Fuck it

[Chorus]

I don't know why
I was so high
Will you come to marry me?
My heart is all wild
Doing what the fuck I feel like
Will someone tell me is this real life?

Last night was a movie
I swear last night was a movie

Last night was cinematic
I'm a women addict,
It's been established
She pull my shirt
And ripped the fabric
Woke up shirtless in a jacket
While I split for cabbage
I'm living life,
You're living average
This isn't new, I've been a savage
Rolled every swisha that's in the package
I'm just young and blessed
Pass that trash, I'm unimpressed
Hoes get kicked out
That's sudden death
I'm at home
When I probably could have had a hundred asses
Now I'm Gonzo, crossfaded
Took another shot, should have waited
When tomorrow comes, I'mma hit it
Until then I'mma make it
My mind is so gone
Feeling amorph, tryna get in the zone
Fuck it, I'm off, I'm all good at home
To call in a girl who I knew I could bone

[Chorus]

Last night was a movie
I swear last night was a movie

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G-Eazy Ft. Devon & KYLOE - Last Night



G-Eazy - Tumblr Girls Lyrics and Video (Ft. Christoph Andersson)

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'Tumblr Girls' Lyrics - G-Eazy Ft. Christoph Andersson
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Cause I'm in love with these Tumblr girls,
With skinny waists and drug habits
Pretty faces love status, she acts as if she's the baddest
Man I swear she's just like tons of girls, she expects the free drinks
And I'm successful she thinks, always comes around with these things
We fuck off and on, off and on, only ever really fuck off and on
Never see her these days cause I'm often gone
When I'm home off tour never stop for long
Back this week from across the pond
Noticed I was close to the block she's on
Elevator to the floor her loft is on, drinking
Whiskey, she likes vodka strong
But after we fuck it's over, walked out the door;
That's closure
No I can't stay here and hold her, tomorrow act
Like I don't know her
Wouldn't ever be here sober, can't tell which one is colder
My clothing's on, we both did wrong, I gotta go that's what I told her

[Hook]

She says she can't feel her face, right now I can't feel my heart
For your feelings there's no place, but you knew that from the start
You and I were made of glass, we'd never last (x2)
Meant to die, we moved fast and then we crashed
You and I were made of glass, we'd never last

She's fine as fuck and she knows it, sexy body she shows it
Loves the drama she chose it, she draws the line then she blows it
The most fun I suppose it, pops a bottle won't close it
Fills a fifth then she throws it, she pops a bar now she's dozing
She's hot and cold, hot and cold, homie I don't know she's hot and cold
Truly the bullshit has gotten old, superficial with a rotten soul
Fucking off and on, always stop and go
Probably got someone, choose not to know
Head to her place then we lock the door
Making bad calls when I'm off the blow
Cause she's a bitch, I'm selfish; want every girl, can't help it
And it's tough for me to shelf it, it's you I see myself with
Right now I know you felt it, I touched her then she melted
We shouldn't chill but we do it still, gotta play the hand if you dealt it

[Hook]

Missing everything you say, it's not important what you stand for
You're asking will he be the one, I'll be gone before you're done tonight
Waiting for another day, you're not getting what you paid for
Trying to salvage what's undone and deny you got outrun tonight
Never knew her name, they're looking all the same to me
They only chase the fame, there's no one left to blame but me

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G-Eazy Ft. Christoph Andersson - Tumblr Girls

Peter Cottontale - Suitcase (Remix) Lyrics and Video (Ft. Vic Mensa & Chance The Rapper)

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'Suitcase (Remix)' Lyrics - Peter Cottontale Ft. Vic Mensa & Chance The Rapper
Here is Suitcase (Remix) Lyrics by Peter Cottontale Ft. Vic Mensa & Chance The Rapper

I’ll be on this, my new place it’s in a duplex
More in the East
I’ll be gone tripping
Kiss the kids and kick the dog
Thanks to dinner, thank to posing
Wash the dishes, wait for dinner
When the boys make sure you miss the ball
You don’t forget to call me to come back
Probably bet on that
I was too young, he was young too but I was young too
What you want me to say
I’m a beat all that
On the six three hapl
If my fault, is that how she get by
When it’s enough to take by
Is my faul
I ball a new suitcase, I’ll be gone tripping
Only breafly
Probably wrong decision
But I can do it later if you got game
R now you tripping
Got his own case he’s deep in
Run like a pop to you
Our state feel great but it’s good to be home
Looking at the ..at the window
Sometimes I was the ..staying in life and ...
Take it for granny
..won’t take with the planet
To the planet is spinning all from the crush
You better learn the penny
Someother feel like it’s all ...from all go down
Am I see that he retire and keep me wide up to that place
..and the clouds miss ...
But they scut me up in the ..
Blow me in the wind over the mountain
With all my accont here w
What if they only found my suitcase
It will beon the lose care ...
Io’mma fly to the UK
Crush to the ..and both woke up to a diference
With a bitch in my mouth and sent it aways
No choose on ém
Where am I
If you just gonna away no more, no more
Plese come back one more
Flyin on with the suicase
It goes in two days
Then my memories. ..in the suicase take to the UK

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Peter Cottontale Ft. Vic Mensa & Chance The Rapper - Suitcase (Remix)

Juicy J - Keep Calm Lyrics and Video (Ft. 2 Chainz, Jadakiss & Rico Love)

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'Keep Calm' Lyrics - Juicy J Ft. 2 Chainz, Jadakiss & Rico Love
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[Rico Love] {Hook}
All that flexin you’ve been doin ain’t gon get yo ass a check
It’s DJ Kay Slay, the drama king!
All that frontin you’ve been doin ain’t gon earn you no respect
Money can’t buy you respect!
Turn the lights on!
Pillow talkin with them hoes, you ain’t even havin sex
So keep calm
‘Cause all that loud shit only show them real niggas you don’t really want it
So keep calm and get money

[Verse 1:Juicy J]
30 block, 30 rounds, AK 100+
Better know it’s going down
Nigga think twice before runnin up
That old school my time machine
Hypnotize Minds with that dynasty
I’ve been a hustler, I take the work and I beat the block like Rodney King
Back in the day I was in the streets
And the trippy life was just a dream
I was grinding hard, selling everything
My trap was jumping like bed springs
Water whippin in that hoe’s house
Took in a bird, let’s throw it down
I got that work 24/7
Nigga my shop don’t close down
(Mafia!)
I be hustling til the sun come up
(Mafia!)
No handouts for none of us
These rap niggas ain’t no dope boys, they just put it in they rhymes
Listen close to Juicy J, you might find out how to grind
(Mafia!)

[Hook]

[Verse 2: Jadakiss)
Bitch I’m bout that, you ain’t gotta doubt that
All you gotta do is put yo money where yo mouth at
One of us gon leave today
He gon die either way
I’m push ya wig back, first take, Stephen A
I fall where they need to be
More than they need be yet
Gonna call the competition, these niggas is in the way
Don’t you know that in this night’s longer than this
That’s ‘cause I’m cut from a cloth that no longer exist
Different life style, red top, white thous
When I got the bank it was hard to put the knife down
All black life, kitchen cook, crack life
I don’t really know what yall bout, I’m bout that life

[Hook]

[Verse 3: 2 Chainz]
I’m going in, I don’t need a pen
Every time I sip my cup it cost me like 10
Hundred dollar swisha, take yo girl faster than Twista
Only come by god is when I’m lookin in the mirror
Red eyes, I devised a plan from hand to hand
I’m so fresh, I am like a walking mannequin
Right, got em lookin hella pants
I can traffic coco by the ambulance
One for me, I run the streets
Pockets on beams, my bitch petite
Talk is cheap but I won’t buy it
Got some good pussy, I’m gon try it

[Hook]

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Juicy J Ft. 2 Chainz, Jadakiss & Rico Love - Keep Calm

T-Pain - Fresh Prince Lyrics and Video (Ft. Young Cash, Vantrease & J Kelly)

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'Fresh Prince' Lyrics - T-Pain Ft. Young Cash, Vantrease & J Kelly
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Naughty boy, pissed of
Fresh prints, fresh prints, fresh prints
What did they do with that
Fresh prints, fresh prints, fresh prints
Remember five G. like the fresh prints
None this days coped like a fresh prints
Fucking all that whores nigga like a fresh prints
Party at the Magic call me fresh prints
Fresh prints, fresh prints
Rolling on this niggas like I’m fresh prints
Dogging inside out like I’m fresh prints
Have your bitch in my house she love sins
What about now? She’s my bad bitch
Slap her on her ass and leave fresh prints
I hit the club, I jump the mile
My pocket’s fat like uncle Fill
I’ll be snapping on the robber banks
Throwing in the air, stop and do that naughty dance
It’s not unusual to be love
I got the dude, I got the tulles up in that club
It’s nothing for a bitch
You know we right
My baler gonna nonce me
Don’t be texting me from outside
I got the five, five
Remember five G. like the fresh prints
None this days coped like a fresh prints
Fucking all that whore nigga like a fresh prints
Party at the Magic call me fresh prints
Fresh prints, fresh prints
Rolling on this niggas like I’m fresh prints
Remember five G. like the fresh prints
From the West side from the ...ball in both ways
‘bout the play ground it’s when I serve most of …
Can’t do change all over bitch
Got two chains on my bitch I stay
Shit, what the fuck bang?
And I’m a gangster but you just be like …
Shit got my number five days on my favorite work
Have money, got the diamonds in my …
Bust player so you know the bitches felling me
Got some ...and let it …
Ain’t got no bullet but fuck it
I’m in both of ways, ..fucking all the trucks in vain
If I won’t fuck you then fuck it
You’ll see this middle fingers
Get up my …and caught it
And let this bitches bangle
Remember five G. like the fresh prints
None this days coped like a fresh prints
Fucking all that whores nigga like a fresh prints
Party at the Magic call me fresh prints
Fresh prints, fresh prints
Rolling on this niggas like I’m fresh prints
Fresh prints, fresh prints
Remember five G. like the fresh prints

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T-Pain Ft. Young Cash, Vantrease & J Kelly - Fresh Prince

Reese - 4 The Summer Lyrics and Video (Ft. Blaze)

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'4 The Summer' Lyrics - Reese Ft. Blaze
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I hear the boys nigga
Desing to travel, that man have but I ain’t have this dog
I want a lemo 4 the summer, lemo 4 the summer,
I want a lemo 4 the summer, lemo 4 the summer,
I want a lemo 4 the summer, lemo 4 the summer,
I want two toast field
I lean it, I lean it, I lean it, I mean it
I want a lemo 4 the summer, lemo 4 the summer,
I want a lemo 4 the summer, lemo 4 the summer,
I want a lemo 4 the summer, lemo 4 the summer,
Four cars been in
I lean it, I lean it, I lean it, I mean it
All the girls fine, all the cars fine
Desing is all for you, you gonna flex swaty and gorgeus
All that girl I can’t pronounce their name
You nigga all you ...
Right there, wrriped your finger to me on my sinner ...
I need a goal out and I got that bitch
That trouble in bang days
Now watch me with a lot that shit
Don’t call my phone boy
Cuz I ain’t serve a shit
Sing all I’m line I say this right to you
It’s an anonymous
I want a lemo 4 the summer, need it all ...the spring
Wrriped that rove for when it driving before my...
I try to eat that, will driving full with my paper
They free busting, want it down forget that face
I want a lemo 4 the summer, lemo 4 the summer,
I want a lemo 4 the summer, lemo 4 the summer,
I want a lemo 4 the summer, lemo 4 the summer,
I want two car fill
I lean it, I lean it, I lean it, I mean it
I want a lemo 4 the summer, lemo 4 the summer,
I want a lemo 4 the summer, lemo 4 the summer,
I want a lemo 4 the summer, lemo 4 the summer,
Four cars been in the
I lean it, I lean it, I lean it, I mean it
That DJ. you wanna get nigga
Slaight and I might see on the ...nigga
Yeah all this faces and wanna get you some more nigga
They topping and busting and hitting this niggas some more
I got tha banz on my side
Resting or not, I’m stucking and spinning nigga
Think that I’m spinnign that dope
They think that I’m spinnign that dope
They craking this verses and flows
They kicking that dope
My others they kicking on boys
So everyone flipping on the low
Thet bringing, we working on that ship that it’s gone
They bringign on banz and they let it go
My nigga we’ll talk on the phone, pluse on my city
I’m running for the kink all alone
...you niggas are present so fuck all my presence
You niggas and some whore
I riding some whores
My nigga whatever, now sendf me a lemo
...and balling
I want a lemo 4 the summer, lemo 4 the summer,
I want a lemo 4 the summer, lemo 4 the summer,
I want a lemo 4 the summer, lemo 4 the summer,
I want two car fill
I lean it, I lean it, I lean it, I mean it
I want a lemo 4 the summer, lemo 4 the summer,
I want a lemo 4 the summer, lemo 4 the summer,
I want a lemo 4 the summer, lemo 4 the summer,
Four cars been in the
I lean it, I lean it, I lean it, I mean it
Lemo for the summer, cush marijuana
...lose two bangs ..
..you say I’ll be ..you know I’ll be serving ...
Your bitch, I ball, your ..i ball
Your niggas I ball it in Miami when I’m dope
In my ...when I’m feeling with no egual
Bout tomorrow with no ...
Touch down I recive it
Pull up great limo ..i’ll rable
See call for the ...
Halloween tricks, serving ...cold ...
For the dope serving
I want a lemo 4 the summer, lemo 4 the summer,
I want a lemo 4 the summer, lemo 4 the summer,
I want a lemo 4 the summer, lemo 4 the summer,
I want two car fill
I lean it, I lean it, I lean it, I mean it
I want a lemo 4 the summer, lemo 4 the summer,
I want a lemo 4 the summer, lemo 4 the summer,
I want a lemo 4 the summer, lemo 4 the summer,
Four cars been in the
I lean it, I lean it, I lean it, I mean it
I want a lemo 4 the summer, lemo 4 the summer,
I want a lemo 4 the summer, lemo 4 the summer,
I want a lemo 4 the summer, lemo 4 the summer,
I want two car fill
I lean it, I lean it, I lean it, I mean it
I want a lemo 4 the summer, lemo 4 the summer,
I want a lemo 4 the summer, lemo 4 the summer,
I want a lemo 4 the summer, lemo 4 the summer,
Four cars been in the
I lean it, I lean it, I lean it, I mean it

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Reese Ft. Blaze - 4 The Summer

BJ The Chicago Kid & Add-2 - 15 Minutes Of Fame Lyrics and Video

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'15 Minutes Of Fame' Lyrics - BJ The Chicago Kid & Add-2
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(Verse)
I remember back in the beginning
I was scared to give you my love
I didn’t wanna let go of all these women
And I believed and began to trust
And messing around was very tempting
Cus even the bad ones buss
And girl I never thought you’d be the one
To leave me

(Bridge)
I had to let it breathe for a while cus
Cus girl when you left me I was broken down
Yea I was broken down for a while but
But that’s when I woke up and said

(Pre-Hook)
The first 5 minutes
He put you all in it
Then something went wrong and you ran
Over the next 5 minutes
You left for 5 minutes

(Hook)
And that was your 15 minutes of fame
(5, 10, 15, time’s up)
(5, 10, 15, time’s up)
And that was your 15 minutes of fame
(5, 10, 15, time’s up)
(5, 10, 15, time’s up)
And that was your 15 minutes of fame

(Verse)
Heard the guy you left me for wasn’t even faithful
But you went to him anyway
Heard every time you left I’m seeing him yea
But you had another one on the way
Girl just to think I still love you
Yea, a nigga have to be crazy
And girl I never thought you’d be the one
To leave me

(Bridge)
I had to let it breathe for a while cus
Cus girl when you left me I was broken down
Yea I was broken down for a while but
But that’s when I woke up and said

(Pre-Hook)
The first 5 minutes
He put you all in it
Then something went wrong and you ran
Over the next 5 minutes
You left for 5 minutes

(Hook)
And that was your 15 minutes of fame
(5, 10, 15, time’s up)
(5, 10, 15, time’s up)
And that was your 15 minutes of fame
(5, 10, 15, time’s up)
(5, 10, 15, time’s up)
And that was your 15 minutes of fame
(5, 10, 15, time’s up)
(5, 10, 15, time’s up)

(Verse)
Hold up,
Yo! Clock’s tickin
I fell for someone who couldn’t stop trippin
Listen up, if yo heart broke you better glue it to pieces
I put my X down like there’s treasure underneath er
Love me in the limelight but the spotlight blazin
Back of the jersey all you wanted was a name and
Guess I was to blame even thinkin you would change
Like Spike, like Jack, I watched you playing games every day
What’s the point of a partner you can’t depend on?
Drowning in emotions, that ain’t a surface to swim on
You never gon get it like invoking the friend zone
Seen it comin quicker like a psychic who in it fo
But I’m cool on my bullshit
Like a matador with new shoes avoid the bullshit
Said I was the one like Neo and I’m guessin you was right
When you left felt I dodged a bullet
15 minutes, 15 minutes
15 minutes, baby girl you’re gone
Know I used to love er, word to Common, I aint never hatin
I’m turnin tables like I’m doin some redecoratin
Fall in love, bring a parachute
Girl, love is blind, now I wonder what I seen in you
Girlfriends turnin, you want blowin up and now you like wow
15 minutes in, nah

(Hook)
And that was your 15 minutes of fame
(5, 10, 15, time’s up)
(5, 10, 15, time’s up)
And that was your 15 minutes of fame
(5, 10, 15, time’s up)
(5, 10, 15, time’s up)
And that was your 15 minutes of fame
(5, 10, 15, time’s up)
(5, 10, 15, time’s up)

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Don Trip - Still In The Trap Lyrics and Video (Ft. Juicy J)

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(Verse)
Okay! Ridin round in my city
I got a bag up in the glove compartment
And a brown bitch named Penny
Yes I’m a mess, I make a mess and she lick it up when I’m finished
I wet her up like a gremlin
Spread her legs open, I’m swimming
Got two white girls that I’m digging
I’m no sponsor, they’re both lending
One named Suzie, one named Cindy
One drink vodka, one drink Henny
I’m ballin, all that screamin
Killin pussy, no forensics
Round Louie ain’t no Prada
Bitch be happy you got Denims
Just one night, it’s time we end it
And Kleenex is recommended
I get paper, I get pussy but I don’t mix it,
I’m no chemist
Use my number, man it’s business
Yes I’m stripped and I admit it
If it’s a crime then I’ll be waitin for my sentence

(Hook x2)
Still in trap – that’s all I know
Still getting money, still slangin dough
So many cars, so many hoes
You make it rain, we make it snow

(Verse)
Being broke don’t make any sense
So much cash comin you would think we printed it
Blow the money fast, now you think we winnin it
Where yo pussy baby girl but I’m not lendin shit
Ain’t no takin down them bitches, I be swimming in that
Paper off her pussy, fuck her innocence
Really if you give her a dime I thinkin you’re pimpin off or you’re ignorant
Cus me, I run more game on it then they busters and trillions
I’m still in that YSL, here’s all the paper we reel in here
I take a bitch, kill her pussy
Then take her friend and kill again
Hit em square, got a tough dick
And they don’t get with no middle man
And I come back when I want to
And I never give em no dividends

(Hook x2)
Still in trap – that’s all I know
Still getting money, still slangin dough
So many cars, so many hoes
You make it rain, we make it snow

(Verse)
Money talks, don’t I know?
All the way with that plastic, there’s no toy, no tico
Ballin that ice-o
Plenty whips no dyke-o
I’m gainin pound and slangin pounds
But you losin weight, lipo
My old bitches they maniac and my new bitches they psycho
And one day they want me to know
What can I say? I got high hopes
Spit game, I got a higher score
Pimp shit is all I know
And if you haven’t yet decide to run for president
He got my vote
Ride dirty, it’s more blessed
But I’m dressed cleaner than daso
A bank account, as in 5 O’s
But I’m still duckin for the 5O
Car tinted like the president
Tryna avoid these spyin hoes
But I gave it to you, I get to the money
In a dark room with a black fo

(Hook x2)
Still in trap – that’s all I know
Still getting money, still slangin dough
So many cars, so many hoes
You make it rain, we make it snow

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RL (of Next) - All Of My Girls Lyrics and Video

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I’m walkin to my ladies
Everywhere
All of my ladies
I’m right here
Talkin to my ladies
Everywhere
All of my ladies
Say yeah

I don’t mean to interfere
But I sense there’s a problem here
Yea, I would rip that bed
Girl believe me, I’m so sincere

It doesn’t seem fair
He’s never there
Girl you should share with me your love

Girl I know what you need (got it)
And I got what you need (oh)
Girl right now you need
Love given to you

Cus no one can fuck you like me
And no one can love you like me
If you don’t do what you supposed to
I’m here, girl

(Chorus)
All of my girls
Everywhere
Is it alright if I take it there?
Give you my love, yea
Give you my kisses
Give you my hugs
Just what you missin
Say yea

Does he neglect the fact?
Does he give that ass a smack?
Does he put yo head in his lap and run his fingers through yo hair?
Aye girl I’m right here
And he’s nowhere to be found
You should bring me down

Cus he don’t
He don’t know what you need
He ain’t got what you need
You know now you need
To come and get me
Cus he can’t fuck you like
He can’t love you like
If this is you you know what to do

(Chorus)
All of my girls
Everywhere
Is it alright if I take it there?
Give you my love, yea
Give you my kisses
Give you my hugs
Just what you missin
Say yea

He left you all alone
Your man is runnin home
He gon take care of home
And we can pick the phone and call you
You know you need me
It’ll be between me and you
You know what to do

(Chorus)
All of my girls
Everywhere
Is it alright if I take it there?
Give you my love, yea
Give you my kisses
Give you my hugs
Just what you missin
Feel the love in my kiss
All of my girls
Everywhere
Is it alright if I take it there?
Give you my love, yea
Give you my kisses
Give you my hugs
Just what you missin

I’m walkin to my ladies
Everywhere
All of my ladies
I’m right here
Talkin to my ladies
Everywhere
All of my ladies
Say yeah

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Juelz Santana - Amigos Lyrics and Video

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(Hook)
Hola amigo, I need them eagles
So I can summersault the whole block with my people
Hola amigo, I need them eagles
So I can summersault the whole block with my people
Me and primos, never no gringos
They pick up on vado serve me back up them eagles
Hola amigo, I need them eagles
So I can summersault the whole block with my people

(Verse)
Yea! my amigo hit me, he just got 100 in
I hit him back like cool, I’mma need 100 then
Choppa clip, I can feel the hundred in
Both pockets big, tried to fit 100 in
My amigo, he don’t know my government
But he know where that heart is and that choppa is
Word going out, money comin in
Beemer bands and Bentley, that’s what I be jumpin in
Girlfriend just text me, that bitch just wanna fuck again
Tell ‘em off that, I’m just tryna fuck her friend
Check my resume, my shit say heavyweight
And we don’t need a scale, we sell that heavy

(Hook)
Hola amigo, I need them eagles
So I can summersault the whole block with my people
Hola amigo, I need them eagles
So I can summersault the whole block with my people
Me and primos, never no gringos
They pick up on vado serve me back up them eagles
Hola amigo, I need them eagles
So I can summersault the whole block with my people

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RL (of Next) - Control Lyrics and Video

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(Intro)
Anybody can control a woman’s body
See, but the key is to control her mind

(Verse)
You’re shakin like it’s cold in here
It’s like 100 degrees
Baby just doin what she’s told in here
Relax, kick back girl, follow me

(Verse)
Let me take you to a place, wanna stay
And when we done we just lay
And I swear that I love and I come
Give me some

(Pre-Chorus)
Let me take control
Let me take control

(Chorus)
Let me take control
Just relax and let me…
Take off all your clothes
Close your eyes baby
It’s okay to let go
Hold me tightly, girl
Please just grab a hold… of me
And let me take control

(Verse)
Like you’re layin here next to me
I can feel your heartbeat
I’m workin my love up and down and it feels so good to me
I start to kiss you slow
Start up top and down I go
Birds playin on the radio
Deeper and deeper felatio

(Pre-Chorus)
Let me take control
Let me take control

(Chorus)
Let me take control
Just relax and let me…
Take off all your clothes
Close your eyes baby
It’s okay to let go
Hold me tightly, girl
Please just grab a hold… of me
And let me take control

(Verse)
Ass forward
Til the moment I dive inside
And then pause
So I can look deep in your eyes
Now relax
Inside of you
All day and all night
And we can rewind
Come on, baby
We can do it one more time

(Chorus)
Let me take control
Just relax and let me…
Take off all your clothes
Close your eyes baby
It’s okay to let go
Hold me tightly, girl
Please just grab a hold… of me
Let me take control
Just relax and let me…
Take off all your clothes
Close your eyes baby
It’s okay to let go
Hold me tightly, girl
Please just grab a hold… of me
And let me take control

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RL (of Next) - He Ain’t Me Lyrics and Video

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(Verse)
Hey there pretty mama
See you’re here wit your man
Don’t wanna start no drama
But I just can’t understand

It’s been a minute since that thing that we had
He ain’t does it like I does it
And you know who I am
He ain’t me

(Chorus)
I know you got a man but he ain’t me
Girl why you wanna waste yo time, come on choose a G
Don’t wanna seem disrespectful at all but why can’t you see?
He’s alright but he’s not real cus he ain’t me

(Verse)
You cross my mind from time to time, do you think about me too? (I know you do)
And even though he’s getting what’s mine he can’t crush it like I do
The way I broke you off, hold yo head, smack it soft
Why even be here with him when it’s me that you want?
He ain’t me

(Chorus)
I know you got a man but he ain’t me
Girl why you wanna waste yo time, come on choose a G
Don’t wanna seem disrespectful at all but why can’t you see?
He’s alright but he’s not real cus he ain’t me

(Interlude)
Bring it back
Yea
Come on now
Listen
Don’t worry bout him over there
Look at me when I’m talkin to you
I got what you need
I got what you wanna
You know that you’ve been not lonely
So I guess you knew that
So why don’t you get at it?
Come on

(Verse)
Now think hard, it’s your next move
Make sure it’s yo best move
Choose up and slide my way, you know what to do
Cus he ain’t me

(Chorus x2)
I know you got a man but he ain’t me
Girl why you wanna waste yo time, come on choose a G
Don’t wanna seem disrespectful at all but why can’t you see?
He’s alright but he’s not real cus he ain’t me

(Verse)
Now let me see you ride with me
Let me see you move
Now let me see you slide with me
You know how I do
Let me see you

(Outro)
Let me just see you
Let me look at you, girl
It’s been a minute, you know?
Pimpin is what pimpin does
You lookin at a pimp
Anyone pimpin wants
This some algebra
It’s not real nigga
I’m back

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DJ Kay Slay - Fire Lyrics and Video (Ft. Vado, Papoose & Young Chris)

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(Verse)
Money out of violence and drugs only
Vado be that motherfuckin thug homie
Pow! Pow! Blood everywhere
The drug is catch caine, now the blood’s everywhere
Choppa the crowned vic, got drugs heavy there
You thought it was not sick, Jesus had every year
Now I’m rich like look boy I’m over those
Tryna play fantasy football, we’re hovin em
Bangin the protection, I took more than both of them
Scoop my little bro but I look forward, the ghost for them
Nas just copped another watch
I just drove off the lot, pushin another drop
My first stop 95th then hit the water spot
The feds got me on shit that could get my mother high
Ah, big Joe locked, murder 2
Free Lelly Love, my slum game, we got a few
Locked up top so we’re buried in gutter too
Can’t forget Mad, match bein my nigga Poo

(Hook)
Didn’t say it gon be something to witness
Get yo block hot, make it flip like a cam bitch
Steady on the grind I’m on a mission
And you know we got that fire

(Verse)
Rose from the dirt, you know what’s under the shirt
We had to shoot for the turf, niggas shoot or get murked
Before I bring the ladder, put the little ruggas to work
Run up in this while I put the little shooters to work
Got the Reggie for the dollar, 3 stacks for the sour
Chain smoking, runnin through 3 packs every hour
Take a nigga strip so quick, we make it ours
Leave em in tub full of blood, we make the shower
No more powder, I got these niggas takin flowers
Either man up or we keep wreckin you cowards
Four down, red nose, attack mode
100 thousand AP, I meant to
Mac 4, back trappin in black clothes
Duckin petrol, fuck up them assholes
Young niggas can’t fool me, get exposed
Young fit keep on tryin, Nick Bones

(Hook)
Didn’t say it gon be something to witness
Get yo block hot, make it flip like a cam bitch
Steady on the grind I’m on a mission
And you know we got that fire

(Verse)
I spark the same fire that lit the torch of liberty
Thoughts of authenticity, torch em and scorch em lyrically
Off then forth and willingly, lost in a world of trickery
Talking with all simplicity
Offer a raw delivery
I’m pourin Hennessy, offerin all my enemies
Same headshots you saw when they slaughtered Kennedy
You lost your dignity whoring across the industry
That’s the truth and you just a pussy who lost virginity
Contingence, let those go when I taught those mentally stronger
That loss of memory, all of em gon remember me
Scorin off the trigger, we warring for world supremacy
Student of the Woo, I swarm in a world of killer bees
We Kay Slay, we brought in the awkward chemistry
Causing extortion penalties, drawing abortion vividly
Your guns American made, the Shotty was born in Italy
Me myself and I, fair warning, don’t cross the trilogy

(Hook)
Didn’t say it gon be something to witness
Get yo block hot, make it flip like a cam bitch
Steady on the grind I’m on a mission
And you know we got that fire

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DJ Kay Slay - Rolling Stone Lyrics and Video (Ft. Game, Young Buck & Papoose)

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(Verse)
Nigga pull up, hop out the cutlass, tell a nigga fuck this
I ain’t toleratin no fuck shit
Wifey at the halfway house, with a bitch with her ass hanging halfway out
I aint bout no games nigga, thats my name
Gold grill with a blunt hangin halfway out
Nigga can’t tell me shit unless he got hits and then he can tell me how them hash weigh out
Crib laid out like a pimp here, your bitch there on a bed made out
Nigga talkin that fuck shit, we just spread out
Boy get yo whole motherfuckin hood K’d out
I was born in the CP, Tommy on my lap
If it’s cheese in that hoe you can find me in the trap
But when it’s snap, give a fuck about a rap
Yuck me and Buck back, 7-11 on the crack
See a Cadillac? Get the fuck up outta there
Grand Theft Auto on a bitch ass nigga
Getting 3 up, bring a truck up outta that
Then pop bottles, let me hit that nigga
Roll blunts the size of this mack
I’m in love with the kush, ain’t givin that back, trill nigga
Smoke til my lungs collapse
Pass out with a 5th of that cognac
Real niggas gon recognize this G shit
Don’t come at me with no peace shit
That peace shit, that was ‘89
I get yo ass hit with 89’s
Motherfucker fore the cops get down, nigga J’s comin off
Drive off with the K’s runnin off
Fly home, tuck my sons into bed
Kiss my daughter on the head and leave a note by her motherfuckin bed

(Chorus)
Papa was a rollin stone
Wherever he laid his hat was his home
And when he died all he left us was alone
Papa was a rollin’ stone, my son
Wherever he laid his hat was his home
And when he died all he left us was alone

(Verse)
Ain’t shit changed with me nigga
Been around the world with the same AK
Same clip with mo bodies on it
Then hook yo hood with this beef shit
Lookin around but nobody want it
Niggas know what’s up with Buck
Get a couple murder cases comin up
Shoot first!
Molly poppin, that’s young niggas
All they really wanna do now is so guns
Movin on and I’m gone
Papa got a brand new home
And I’m not lookin back, I’m just cookin crack
Until I get back where I belong
My bitch leave brains all on my seat
But these niggas’ blood all on my hands
Been ridin up and down these streets
Fuckin as many niggas I can
Shotgun shell still in my leg
Got a few racks still on my head
Gotta stay strapped now, they handicapped now
Fuck niggas who’s stealin my bread
Had to buy a graveyard for just trappers
Ain’t got a funeral home for you rappers
Know I can play the role with you actors
When we gon get enough to come after
Now send it nigga, I’m going Kendrick nigga
You can start the shit but I’mma end it nigga
If you getting money better spend it nigga
This real life, no pretending nigga
Back at it again, fresh out the pen
Remember back then? They had to let me in
And yall niggas talkin bout cashin out
I need a trash bag to put the cash in

(Chorus)
Papa was a rollin stone
Wherever he laid his hat was his home
And when he died all he left us was alone
Papa was a rollin’ stone, my son
Wherever he laid his hat was his home
And when he died all he left us was alone

(Verse)
They told me papa was a rolling stone
Like Mick Jagger keep bitches round they whips, Charlie hold it holmes
You ain’t a poet cus you wrote a poem
I am lyrically until these spirits really higher on the totem pole
I get the cheese, cheddar mozzarella
American, moderate, jack, swizz, feta, mars the prevalone
I bring a nigga down limb by limb
Blood sweat tears molecules flesh then show my chromosomes
Jim star, raise it fo yo dome
With a hole in yo face shot just like Macaulay Culkin Home Alone
Tote the chrome and spark blast with a dark mask, tryna pop trash, blowin at yo motor home
I’m on LeBron, catch you bitchin on my block
I’mma knock it out the park
Babe Ruth, go and throw it go
I grab his bones squeeze 3, brought him like DD, you PC no ET in fully home
Guantanamo… all of yall fucked up
Young Buck, roll em holmes
Have a glass of murda, have em grab the burner
I’m so nice, can see these rappers cry so loaners
My way fowl, don’t convert you have a jazz converter
You need bigger hard drives, I’mma crash yo server
I was raised with the killers in a class of burglars
I’ve been the truth in the booth go and ask the jugger
This is annihilation, you niggas violatin, won’t die hatin, getting shots like immunization
I’m sendin vibrations that could shake a wise nation
And if the devil was a liar then you gon die satan
You ever disrespect my brother soldiers
You gon see a bunch of Rolls with tints, throw em in the cellar
Blood on my hands so blood money low
You got blood on yo hands cus you a cutthroat

(Chorus)
Papa was a rollin stone
Wherever he laid his hat was his home
And when he died all he left us was alone
Papa was a rollin’ stone, my son
Wherever he laid his hat was his home
And when he died all he left us was alone

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The Knocks - Comfortable Lyrics and Video (Ft. X Ambassadors)

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(Bridge)
All I see is you and me, dancing in each other’s company
Honestly I won’t believe
Dancing in each other’s, dancing in each other’s company

(Verse)
Triple hit it right, baby get back to the city
You shoot your lover, you belong in their world
It was only temporary but it feels like forever
Let your hair swing down to the back of your knees
You’re in a heart shape, rotate, grip like a tropical torn
Still texting your answers, making perfectly sure we’re alone
And now the car’s parked, backseats, he may know how to make the rhythms
You’re so self-assured when you’re working the loop

(Chorus)
All I see is you and me, dancing in each other’s company
You’re so comfortable with me
Honestly I won’t believe
Dancing in each other’s, dancing in each other’s company
All I see is you and me, dancing in each other’s company
You’re so comfortable with me
Honestly I won’t believe
Dancing in each other’s, dancing in each other’s
Dancing in each other’s company
You’re so comfortable with me

(Verse)
Now shift your head, break your back, take up all the attention
I’ve got my hair cut short, cut straight to the issue
It’s comin up, it’s comin up, all my shameful intentions on a row
Taking hold of me
Give me, give me, give me strength to continue
Can I get a little space, space?
If I only knew all I know, all I know
Will I know you?

(Chorus)
All I see is you and me, dancing in each other’s company
You’re so comfortable with me
Honestly I won’t believe
Dancing in each other’s, dancing in each other’s company
All I see is you and me, dancing in each other’s company
You’re so comfortable with me
Honestly I won’t believe
Dancing in each other’s, dancing in each other’s
Dancing in each other’s company
You’re so comfortable with me
You’re so comfortable with me
You’re so comfortable with me

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DJ Spinking - Stoner (Remix) Lyrics and Video (Ft. Jadakiss)

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(Intro)
SpinKing
I told you
Matter fact you told me
So let’s just stop playin with these motherfuckers
And get this shit poppin my nigga
DJ SpinKing baby

(Hook)
I’m a stoner, I’m a stoner, I’m a stoner
I’m a stoner, I’m a stoner, I’m a stoner
I’m a stoner, I’m a stoner, I’m a stoner
I’m a motherfuckin stoner
I just put a 40 on my wrist just like a boss
I just put 10000 on my bitch just like a boss
I just came from YSL just like a fuckin boss
Just like a fuckin boss, just like a fuckin… boss boss

(Verse)
I’m a stoner, I’m a stoner, I’m a stoner
I hit yo girl off of a dutch and a Corona
Now you can have that bitch back cus I don’t want her
I’mma give the niggas pass on the corner
If you don’t die when you get clapped that’s a bonus
I’m up in Las poppin bottles with the owners
Top 5 DOA, I think you noticed
I got New York on my back and on my shoulders
I get my keys down bottom from the growers
They want that loud, fell in love with that odor
Need that need new Rarri, fell in love with that motor
If you got it don’t hold it,
Roll it, light it and smoke it

(Hook)
I’m a stoner, I’m a stoner, I’m a stoner
I’m a stoner, I’m a stoner, I’m a stoner
I’m a stoner, I’m a stoner, I’m a stoner
I’m a motherfuckin stoner
I just put a 40 on my wrist just like a boss
I just put 10000 on my bitch just like a boss
I just came from YSL just like a fuckin boss
Just like a fuckin boss, just like a fuckin… boss boss

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Toni Braxton & Babyface - Roller Coaster Lyrics and Video

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Today I got so mad at you, yeah
It's like I couldn't control myself
Girl, I was done, I was so through with you
But I know I couldn't love nobody else

Well, I feel like you do
I'm so 'bout done with you
I'm sick and tired of going through changes
‘Cause I love you, I hate you
I don't want, but I want to
Back and forth, and back
What should we do?

When love is like a roller coaster
Always up and down
When love takes over, your emotions spin you round and round
Well, I don't, well, I don't know what you're feeling
Well, I don't, well, I don't know what is real
When love is like a roller coaster
Always up and down
And it goes back around

Today I've said some things to you, babe
I don't like the way it felt, no
I've been giving you, giving you so much attitude
I guess I really should check myself

Well, you've started it first
You said we'd make it work
But here we are, going through changes
But I need you, can't stand you
I don't want you, but damn you
Back and forth, and back
What should we do?

When love is like a roller coaster
Always up and down
When love takes over, your emotions spin you round and round
And it goes back around
Well, I don't, well, I don't know what you're feeling
Well, I don't, well, I don't know what is real
When love is like a roller coaster
Always up and down
'Cause it goes back around

We don't ever have to worry, baby
'Cause we gonna be alright
We aren't going nowhere, darling
Just hold on for the ride

When love is like a roller coaster
Always up and down
When love takes over, your emotions spin you round and round
Well, I don't, well, I don't know what you're feeling
Well, I don't, well, I don't know what is real
When love is like a roller coaster
Always up and down
'Cause it goes back around

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Troy Ave - My Style Lyrics and Video (Ft. Lloyd Banks)

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[Intro: Troy Ave]
See now I went to the club and I ran into this girl
And she was telling bout how she feel and everything
Her name was New York
But she said Troy listen

(Pre-Hook)
She said yo new shit pumpin, you make us so proud
We’ve been wantin something this good for a while
But I’m not fooled by both them dimples on yo face
Cuz when we danced, I felt that fifth all on yo waist
And you know

(Hook)
She like my style, she like my flows
It ain’t no chuck involved, she knows
I came so far from dealin blow
Been on my grind and now it shows
Ain’t nobody round who sound like this
We ain’t the same, they rode that dick
Fuck them lames, get down with this
Pop champagne, girl shake yo hips

(Verse)
Wife beater with the cake
She got the long hair, ain’t nothing fake
All blue thong with the stars on it
Layin in my bed and she all on it
Rewind back, before I grind the cat
Two steppin in the club with my dogs all strapped
There for dough, playin with the bitches
A flashy young nigga before we took the pictures
I can take ya number, can’t be ya man
But you can act like it in ya Instagram
I like flippin grands and you like me
And if you into getting money baby you like me
Come on, I’m out here, sound the alarm
I heard one good girl is worth a thousand whores
One good song is worth a thousand tours
So before I leave, proceed wit yo boy

(Pre-Hook)
She said yo new shit pumpin, you make us so proud
We’ve been wantin something this good for a while
But I’m not fooled by both them dimples on yo face
Cuz when we danced I felt that fifth all on yo waist
And you know

(Hook)
She like my style, she like my flows
It ain’t no chuck involved, she knows
I came so far from being low
Been on my grind and now it shows
Ain’t nobody who sound like this
We ain’t the same, they rode that dick
Fuck them lames, get down with this
Pop champagne, girl shake yo hips

[Verse: Lloyd Banks]
Shorty got a thing for me, it’s only right I slide with her
Spoil with money ice and there was G’s there sayin
Poppin like I’m celebratin, spend a week in the pane
Next two cities I’mma sleep on the plane
One time for keeping it real
Still in yo heart where you stay
Liftin yo feet up, like the marksman I aim to leave em
Sometimes for all these non-believers, now we even
I think your run is a public of line up out of the seasons
You’re beside me for a reason
Come check the breeze out with the flyest nigga breathing
Everything here is mine for keeping
I see you’re reaching
You want that vibe back
Bodies on my NY hat, gotta be in my Palm rap still
Catch a contact, chill
Gather yo mind back
We in from the gutter baby, hard to out shine that
New faces every morning, I recover
Feeling like we never knew each other

(Pre-Hook)
She said yo new shit pumpin, you make us so proud
We’ve been wantin something this good for a while
But I’m not fooled by both them dimples on yo face
Cuz when we danced, I felt that fifth all on yo waist
And you know

(Hook)
She like my style, she like my flows
It ain’t no chuck involved, she knows
I came so far from dealin' blow
Been on my grind and now it shows
Ain’t nobody who sound like this
We ain’t the same, they rode that dick
Fuck them lames, get down with this
Pop champagne, girl shake yo hips, hips, hiiiips!

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