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'Diamonds' Lyrics - Common Ft. Big Sean
Here is Diamonds Lyrics by Common Ft. Big Sean

(Oh) Walk up in the thing, got my campaign poppin’
Champagne poppin’, bad thing poppin’
Headed to the door, and ain’t a damn thing knockin’ (no)
Walk up in the thing and everybody with me mobbin’
Campaign poppin’, champagne poppin’

I wrote this on my born day, it was a warm day
Niggas gotta eat, we gon’ do it gourmet
I’m hearing fuckin’ voices, like when porn play
Stay, stay on your grind like foreplay
What more can I say? Diamonds are for the day
That means to shine, you find a way
Stayed on porches, backyards, and gainways
Learned strange ways between .. and Langley
Champagne ambitions, I pour it out for my man who made his transition
Was about paper, pussy, Prada, ego, born to fly, call me the bald eagle
Open shows at the Regal for Daddy Kane and Eazy-E though
Boys in the hood is hard like kilos of heroin, the hero that came from zero
My bars and my PR like Puerto Rico, this bra from the DR said I was frío
That’s Ice Cold like Dre, triple three yo, pino noir style, better with time
I’m gambling with watches getting better with time
So I’mma ride this out for long as God allow me
They say “time is money”, forever is my salary
I shine tomorrow with what I do today
Yo, get this money, put the diamonds on display

(Oh) Walk up in the thing and got my campaign poppin’
Champagne poppin’, bad thing poppin’
Headed to the door, and ain’t a damn thing knockin’ (no)
Walk up in the thing and everybody with me mobbin’
Campaign poppin’, champagne poppin’
Hit you with the street sweeper now you gotta get to moppin’ (no)

Ay, ay, ay , ay , ay, ay, ay, ay
Tryna get it every way, every day
Tryna get it every way, every day
Tryna get it every way, every day

Bars in alignment, stars in alignment
.. of consignment, God’s in the diamonds
Evolve from the science, power and refinement
Read between the lines, hard to define us
Niggas that’s behind us, throwing up signs to signify us
In the benz leaning like we biased, I seen lead fly by us, that shit scary
You can go cold and blow everything you have in a flash
The moment is to live it like your last, moments that we have never living in the last
My time, man, precious like diamonds, look through the glass, see what I magnify man
I’mma be shining ‘til I die man, I’mma rare diamond that’s hard to find man
Climbing to the mountain top, MLK day, to the streets I speak my piece like an A.K
47 to 87 to the hundreds, jewels I could run it for the hunted and the blunted
Dreams reflect clarity, ain’t no disparity between peace and prosperity, so marry me diamond

Reminiscing when I had everything on layaway
I’m rolling with me and my partner like it was Training Day
Way before the ballin’ that was back off in the training days
I used to hit the barber chair and say “I need that fadeaway”
Had a crush on what’s her name, the feelings never fade away
Older brother gang bang, banging like an 808
Said you can’t take his chain away, real play you can’t take his game away
Slang away, walk up in this thing like a real Rockefeller
But you can’t take my dame away, devil in a red dress
But she got that angel face, I could teach her how to get it day to day to day to day
The G code is my combination
Catch me off in the bank thumbing through all kinds of faces
Catch me in court, beating all kinds of cases
Weed, money, pussy, liquor, that’s my favorite combination, diamonds

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'Memphis' Lyrics - Justin Bieber ft. Diplo & Big Sean
Here is Memphis Lyrics by Justin Bieber Ft. Diplo & Big Sean

(Intro)
I love you, I need you, I need you here to stay

(Verse)
Girl you on my mind like 24/7
Every single time that I’m not with you
If you spend the night baby it could be heaven
Hit me on my line if you tryna come through

(Pre-Chorus)
I feel my heartbeat bumpin to the bass (boom boom boom boom)
She give me butterflies and they won’t go away (away away)
Under the stars she took my hand and said
I love you, I need you, I need you here to stay

(Chorus x2)
I’d like to give you what you need
I’d try but you’re making it hard for me
How do I make you believe?
‘Cause I love you, I need you, I need you here to stay

(Verse)
Every time in this thing girl something is missing
And wish that I could fix it, I wish things were different
What else? What else?
If you love me girl then say it
Say what else? What else?
If you wanna be my baby

(Pre-Chorus)
I feel my heartbeat bumpin to the bass (boom boom boom boom)
She give me butterflies and they won’t go away (away away)
Under the stars she took my hand and said
I love you, I need you, I need you here to stay

(Chorus x2)
I’d like to give you what you need
I’d try but you’re making it hard for me
How do I make you believe?
‘Cause I love you, I need you, I need you here to stay

(Bridge)
Is this what you want?
The baddest?
I know what you want… without askin
I hear one side to have it
I hear twice is a habit
Don’t get caught up in traffic
I heard that it’s hazardous storm and I’m sorry, let’s do that on the mattress

(Verse)
I just keep askin is it real? Is it real?
Look tell me is it real?
Yep, real enough to go and get it tatted
Getting flowers, now you look like you won a pageant
I can take you to the crib, condo, where the cabin wussup?
If you make it I can make it happen, I can grant it
Don’t you think my granny fell for granted
I know that’s how she end 10, we ain’t even cappin and to leave this bed
I’mma need a fuckin ransom,
Man I got er screamin finally famous when we fly around
Never lie to you less I lyin down
I put the writing on the wall
But you don’t understand it all like we in China Town
We one in one, both one live once
And when you put the twos together
That’s now 22, it’s forever
I promise 2020 couldn’t even make it clearer
I swear, Sean Don

(Chorus x2)
I’d like to give you what you need
I’d try but you’re making it hard for me
How do I make you believe?
‘Cause I love you, I need you, I need you here to stay

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'Top Of The World' Lyrics - Mike Posner ft. Big Sean
Here is Top Of The World Lyrics by Mike Posner Ft. Big Sean

At this time next year I'mma have enough to buy the whole damn thang thang thang
Yeah I am doing pretty good right now but I swear just wait wait
Imma take it to the top top top of the world [X6]

Imma take it to the top, ha, I knew it
You came in here solo, nah, I crewed it
Funny I turned all my "I'm gonna be's" to I do it
Ballin' out for a minute, still play like I'm gettin' recruited
I showed and proved it and came up in the game and made a name, clap it up
Seem like yesterday, man we was in your hooptie lappin' up
How sometimes you have to look back in your life and laugh it up
Tryna make it to the top and throw my dawgs a ladder up

At this time next year I'mma have enough to buy the whole damn thang thang thang
Yeah I am doing pretty good right now but I swear just wait wait
Imma take it to the top top top of the world [X6]

Ain't no artist in the game that could match this
Gym shorts on a date with an actress
And I'm still going hit
I could pllllllt on the tracks and it's still gon' hit
Fuck the dress code these, ain't retros
Smooth as Rolls Royces with the best flow
Yours truly
Keep your feelings to yourself let me do me

At this time next year I'mma have enough to buy the whole damn thang thang thang
Yeah I am doing pretty good right now but I swear just wait wait
Imma take it to the top top top of the world [X6]

Same OG, I just got a crib replacement
Whip replacement, floatin' down the street, floatin', bitch I've been paradin'
Everybody 'round me paid like gettin' rich contagious

Another hit, 'scuse me while I run the bases
This the graduation, so yeah I'm feeling [?]
Midwest beard all over Hollywood
See the way they hatin', see the way I shine
Dexter Ave, it's a big mirror on me and Sean

At this time next year I'mma have enough to buy the whole damn thang thang thang
Yeah I am doing pretty good right now but I swear just wait wait
Imma take it to the top top top of the world [X6]

I do it
(Man, that's my line, lil bitch, you ain't even say it right)
Fuck you bro, I say it how I want

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Chorus:
We’re in the mother fucking building!
A hundred fucking bottles
A hundred fucking bottles
A hundred fucking bottles
A hundred fucking bottles
A hundred fucking bottles
A hundred fucking bottles
Stunnin’ is my motto
Wit two-hundred bad models
A hundred fucking bottles
A hundred fucking bottles
A hundred fucking bottles
I need a hundred fucking bottles
A hundred fucking bottles
A hundred fucking bottles
Stunnin’ is my motto
Wit two-hundred bad models

A hundred fucking bottles, I wanna fuck a model
I got her on Patron, she open like a novel
I told her make it wavle while I grab her from behind
This shit made her wind so I ordered some Muscato
A couple hookers and a bucket of that Rose
We’re up in your bitch, niggers grilling like your pole
Twenty bottles waters, cranberry as a…
Throw that money in the air, watch it flow like it snows flake
I smell like Cush and…
I’m on that gin and juice and I’m feeling like the..
I’ll be lying if I’m saying that I wasn’t drunk
It feels like I smoke the hundred blunt

Chorus:
A hundred fucking bottles
A hundred fucking bottles
A hundred fucking bottles
A hundred fucking bottles
A hundred fucking bottles
A hundred fucking bottles
Stunnin’ is my motto
Wit two-hundred bad models
A hundred fucking bottles
A hundred fucking bottles
A hundred fucking bottles
I need a hundred fucking bottles
A hundred fucking bottles
A hundred fucking bottles
Stunnin’ is my motto
Wit two-hundred bad mode

Oh my god waiter,
We packed up in this bitch,
And I’m feeling the hater vapors, yeah it’s hot up in this bitch!
But boy you will never phase me,
And I know why you hate me
Cause my fucking cleaning lady
Look hotter than your bitch,
And you know I’m about to spend
A hundred racks up in this bar, bar.
You don’t wanna drink you wanna be noisy Mrs.Aard-Vark
And I know that you not to rejection,
But if you don’t get naked get the fuck up out my section!

Chorus:
I’ma need a hundred fucking bottles
A hundred fucking bottles
A hundred fucking bottles
A hundred fucking bottles
I need a hundred fucking bottles
A hundred fucking bottles
A hundred fucking bottles
Stunnin’ is my motto
Wit two-hundred bad models
A hundred fucking bottles
A hundred fucking bottles
A hundred fucking bottles
A hundred fucking bottles
A hundred fucking bottles
A hundred fucking bottles
Stunnin’ is my motto
Wit two-hundred bad models

You know I do it the biggest
Got these bitch niggas hating me
Got these bad bitches ..
Holding down my city, but I picked up the commission
Boy, I ride my city so I need my permission
Is the champagne pissing? Drink it till I might drown
Seen her in a wedding dress, I’ve seen her in her night gown
Will she take me our to eat, while you’ll be trying to eat her out
Got a hundred fucking bottles bowing with my inner out
Damn right, I got a hundred fucking bottles

Chorus:
I need a hundred fucking bottles
A hundred fucking bottles
A hundred fucking bottles
A hundred fucking bottles
What you want?
I need a hundred fucking bottles
A hundred fucking bottles
A hundred fucking bottles
A hundred fucking bottles
Stunnin’ is my motto
Wit two-hundred bad models
A hundred fucking bottles
A hundred fucking bottles
A hundred fucking bottles
Stunnin’ is my motto
Wit two-hundred bad models

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[Verse 1: Big Sean]
Now gimme everything I ask for or end up in a cast ho
Never slowing down that’s why I’m gettin’ paid fast-forward
Standing on my money, that’s a cash flow (oh)
Smokin’ medical, sippin’ chemical I need a labcoat
From where they livin’ off food stamps that’s past poor
Thought about it as I got a stamp in my passport
Yeah I made it out, made it up, and I’ll remain makin’ it up
Never satisfied what I make, no such thing as makin’ enough
Bitch I’m livin’ like its monopoly
Tryna dodge jail and I’m buyin’ up the property
Yo wifey was down with monogamy, til’ she started massagin’ me
But you can have a dollar ho, blame it on the economy
A young player at the tip-top
Bitch niggas hatin’, bad bitches wanna liplock
I could show you the ropes, since I got the game in a slipknot
From a city of G’s I’m just the one that was picked out.

[Hook: Big Sean]
Wake up in the morning, first thing I need is my paper paper paper paper
You might pass out and die if ya try and match my labor labor labor labor
Man, everytime they see me they say boy whatcha doin (woah)
Boy whatcha doin? boy boy whatcha doin?
Bitch I’m tryna build a hundred dollar bill skyscraper scraper scraper stackin’ my paper.

[Verse 2: Mac Miller]
Bitch, unzip my pants fore you try and take them off
Open wide, say ah then you cough
See I got so many shows, think it’s a season of Lost
Get money uniform, you can see I’m on my job
Ah damn, bitch you better stand in your lane
All my jams are so insane, you just Danity Kane
Straight pussy, and no balls
Rockin’ jeans and thug sandals, that’s a faux pas
Have em all like (Oh God) Everytime we showin’ off
True players what we is and true players don’t dissolve
They evolve into a Gotti, was illa then you thought you was
Now we in Bugattis ridin’ shotty when we shoppin’ for some good shit
I don’t claim no hood shit
But I guarantee you I ain’t on that Hollywood shit
Hey, unless it’s chilling up at Holiday Hills
And that’s sixteen bars, all of em ill (What)

Say Say Say
True players what we is and true players don’t dissolve (6x)

[Hook: Big Sean]
Wake up in the morning, first thing I need is my paper paper paper paper
Ya might pass out and die if ya try and match my labor labor labor labor
Man everytime they see me they say boy whatcha doin (woah) boy whatcha doin? boy boy whatcha doin?
Bitch I’m tryna build a hundred dollar bill skyscraper scraper scraper stackin’ my paper

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[Intro]
Hey yo, Arthur, call that nigga Walle,
Tell that nigga to call French Montana
Tell French to call motherfucking Meek Mill
Tell that nigga let me hold this beat one more time nigga
Mmg, waddup?

[The Game]
Rolling up on them 20’s, hoes all over my car though
Getting bitches that lucci, black ricky Ricardo
Gucci, Gucci, that Prada, Prada,
Fireworks in this bitch
Tell them hoes to go on my bottle
They gonna die thirst in this bitch
I supply the work niggas talk I gotta murk
Fresh to death I gotta hearse
I fuck the bitch you by the purse
Fuck nigga, I ain’t stunting no fuck nigga
28 to my truck nigga, pack the track wassup nigga
You don’t ride for them bucks nigga

Yeah, I’m in the kitchen going ham again
We ain’t throwing bottles nigga, we don’t get them hammers in
Tony Parker so real niggas know that’s hoes shit
All you single niggas put this new dick on your old bitch
I’ve been high since 06 I’ve been rich since 08
Since Wale had short hair, I’ve been Popping that Rose
Hey, what them hoes say, hurricane he wanted ten
Walk in the club with 100 rounds
Let my niggas in and we shut it down
That’s calamy on Minday, Rocksbery on Thursday
Toxic on Saturday, tell Arthur I ain’t got a day
Grey stones on my chain, grey stones on Sunday
Bad bitches in line outside, you gonn get it one day, bitch
You aren’t made for this
So many chains on me they think that I slave in this bitch
We throwing money everywhere, that jayz on I don’t never wear
Got a bad bitch from Delaware, that derry on shake the derriere
Whoa, Nelly, where the fuck is Nelly?
Got a bitch yelling ea, while a nigga watching belly
Got a bitch to love ti, got a bitch to love tutu
Tell him soon to the bi, tell them hoes it’s all Gucci
I got Louie, I got Loubies, nigga my life is a movie
Popping bottles like I’m b way, tell them send me like three space
Peach Sirrock, coconut, cranberry, open up
Then we neck in tron, real nigga I’m gone

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[Hook: Big Sean & Meek Mill]

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[Bridge 1: Big Sean]
When good girls gone bad they gone forever
But if she gone with me than she gone for better
Me without you that’s the longest never
Living like sunshine man we on forever

[Hook: Cris Cab & Big Sean]
Amen, I’ve learned my lesson
Got a good girl, count your blessings
Instead of spending them up on sexing
Good girls don’t grow on trees
I was out in the world just messing
With the bad girls, getting refreshed and
Got a call from a girl just left
Good girls don’t grow on trees

[Verse 1: Cris Cab]
Look, I felt like it was yesterday
The times we had that went away
We’re still young, but of course we felt a lot
Now I’ve been living like a villain that’s been shot
I met her through a friend of mine
Who told me that this girl was fine
I picked her up and I started to figure out
There’s more on the inside than on the out
(What she say, what she say)
She said don’t bother me
She told me that I had to leave
I wanted her just to believe

[Hook]

[Verse 2: Cris Cab]
She helped me get my world intact
She had my heart, I told her that
Now it hurts every time I think about
The very night that I started with acting out
The morning brought a painful sun
Knowing now just what I’ve done
She always was the better half for sure
The part of me in life that I preferred
I gave her all of me
Though I tore her up inside
We still kept the love alive
Amen!

[Hook]

[Bridge 2: Cris Cab & Big Sean]
Woah, she’s like a diamond out the rough
You know the good girls tainted by the bad world
The good girls hard to find
Woah, she’s like H2O, can’t get enough
Where are the good girls tainted by the bad world
(Hey), yo, OK

[Verse 3: Big Sean]
Look, top floor of the hotel suite
So connected that you know I got a motel cheap
I’m saying I know I don’t deserve the Noble Peace
But damn, I don’t deserve the “Go to hell” speech
Don’t believe everything that you see up in a photo
When I’m with you, I wish that time could move slow-mo
The day I met your granny I dreamed about her family
And maybe one day we’ll turn that group into a photo

[Bridge 1]

[Hook]

[Outro: Big Sean]
Yeah, yeah, yeah
If you meet a good girl, what you gonna do Cris?
Take her home, take her home, take her home
If you meet a good girl, what you gonna man?
Take her home, take her home, take her home
If you meet a good girl what you gonna do Cris?
Take her home, take her home, take her home

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As long as you love me

[Verse 1: Justin Bieber]
We’re under pressure
Seven billion people in the world trying to fit in
Keep it together
Smile on your face even though your heart is frowning
But, hey now, you know girl
We both know it’s a cold world
But, I will take my chances

[Hook]
As long as you love me
We could be starving, we could be homeless, we could be broke
As long as you love me
I’ll be your platinum, I’ll be your silver, I’ll be your gold
(As long as you love me x2)

[Verse 2]
I’ll be your soilder
Fighting every second of the day for your dreams, girl
I’ll be your Hova
You can my Destiny’s Child on a scene, girl
So don’t stress, and don’t cry
We don’t need no wings to fly
Just take, my hand

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Big Sean]
I don’t know if this makes sense but, you’re my hallelujah
Give me a time and place, I’ll rendezvous it
I’ll fly you to it, I’ll beat you there
Girl, you know I got you
Us, trust, a couple things I can’t spell without U
Now we on top of the world, cause that’s just how we do
Use to tell me sky’s the limit, now the sky’s our point of view
Man, we stepping out like woa (Oh God!), cameras point and shoot
Ask me ‘what’s my best side?’, I stand back and point at you
You the one that I argue with, feel like I need a new girl to be bothered with
But, the grass ain’t always greener on the other side, it’s green where you water it
So I know, we got issues baby, true, true, true
But I’d rather work on this you than to go ahead and start with someone new
As long as you love me

[Hook]

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Let me see what the f*ck you bad
Hey lady, I’m tryin take that down
Hey lady, ..i’m tryin take that down
Want money like g, clothes like yey
Chick like see em mass the deal
I’m just tryin feel looking ass real
You from Brasil, south side my nigga
Get the throne now, money high and my pocket so strong
I had a lot of bullshit that tune now
Is me and dude now what you’re gonna do now
‘cause if you mess with the ..and do the distance
I ain’t .. a play but you look delicious
And ill ..fishes killing the distance
I’m so sincere ..

..and is kind of blues
With my tattoos with I love you
I just grew on this dancing shoes
To prove my love to you
I’m livin it up
Secretly he knows I’m play it up
The heal .. I’m livin it up
Dancers on the table as the dj spin it up for me
Spin it up for me, for me

I do it do it, do it do it
Boy boy boy
..show me a.. girl
Say why you call me big girl
I know you’re tryin be my baby
But that mean I got a ..
Why would you, why would you rubble
I’m stack in my paper my wallet look like a bible
I got grils and make that shit is like a ..
I’m wasting the …
Hey do that shit is not for real
Do it like a ..magic baby
Say you gotta ..
Gonna touch your toes these ..
Don’t stop it he going going let my rolly
I might f*ck around to politic on it
F*ck that I’ma put it on it like wow

Back to the feet get upon your feet
Wanna be a superluva
Right back to the beat get upon your feet
I’ma be your superluva

Oh oh
Wanna be your superluva
Oh oh oh
Got a ..in here here
Hey ladies, hey ladies
Got em all the same

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[lil wayne]
man, fuck y’all with the sickest
semi automatic, no click click
we don’t feel you, like an elephant
getting, with a tick tick
little little with a thick bitch
and before i fuck this bitch
i gotta put that patch over my third eye, slick rick
trukfit t-shirt, talk second, skeet first
boy your girl a jump off
i hope she land feet first
she give me brain, research
and i prefer reefer
but if you want some, want some
thats cool cause my homies still

[hook]
yeah my homies still
my homies still
yeah my homies still
don’t make my goons go stupid
go stupid, go stupid, yeah

don’t make my goons go stupid
go stupid, go stupid, yeah

[big sean]
okay, my girls a ?
i like the ? so wet i can surf off
in the hot spot cause a nigga never chillin’
i do it for my niggas, i just do it to these bitches
boy, i over grind, over shine
aint another nigga over sean
i’m gettin paid, it’s oprah time
i’m rollin’ pine, i’m so divine
i’m westside, westside
dark glasses on like i’m going blind
looking like easy e
it’s just me and lil weezy wee
get off my

[hook]

[lil wayne]
look, i’m eastside them haters
? muthafucka going deaf
weezy f, eastside them haters not
bump with so much bass
tunechi, tunechi, tunechi
i don’t love them
got so much, you gon need another nose man
and i just play my hand
but i am not the dealer
you see i got them tear drops
i cry a nigga river
i got that trukfit t-shirt
listening to rebirth
i skate until my feet hurt
hot boy, free turk
? dessert
put your hands beneath earth
and i don’t sell drugs but if you need work
my homies still

[hook]

[big sean]
whoa, okay, this here’s what i do do
got your sister dancing out the ? in a tutu
got me in control, no strings attached, thats that voodoo
she said can’t nobody do it better, i tell her, true true yep
true true, my my bro bro say these bitches aint shit
i got the girl you came with and the girl she came wit’
she leaking and drippin’, whoa there i might just come slip in
and your misses gonna go missin’
if she addicted to what my dick did
boy i get it

[hook]

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from the west but i’m heading to the northside
that’s the top, i need a crib on the shortside
i need a backyard full court size
from where the jury is the only thing that’s courtside
chasing money in the city of crime
cash back so then it’s black bags under my eyes
man fuck it i got a dream worth more than my sleep
to me playing in the game is worth more than the seats
man fuck these hating ass bitches i’m gone
they told me no then i reverse it i’m on, i’m on!
i’m on, i’m on, they told me no then i reverse it i’m on
mama had 2 jobs i know that she was working for me
ten years later, i got her working for me
hired the whole family like mobsters
getting paid off our operation we ain’t even doctors
grandma called, see me on the billboards around the city
man going around around the world so many times i’m dizzy
london or japan, orlando, walt disney
paris, abu-dhabi, california weed twistin’ yup!
texas to toronto where they love that nigga drizzy
all the way to detroit, the whole city fucking with me
heading to the money, whole city coming with me
and i’mma rep the city ’til the reaper come and get me yup!

[hook]
and this is how life should go
everything i wanted never seem so close
good people, good drinks, good smoke
got me thinking this is how life should go
this is how life should go
everything i wanted never seem so close
family all around, all highs no lows
got me thinking this is how life should go

[verse 2: wale]
sitting back, putting all my issues in a swisher
i keep a fuck you with my misses, fuck these other bitches
and this ain’t biblical but this sermon is spiritual
‘cause when it come to winning, convincing is only been a few
the upper percentile
whipping whatever i, 460ls you
i probably go less miles, stay in a small circle
know that it’s god working
police got the swine flu and these niggas is raptized
yeah, maybach poetic genius
you buying a seven jeans, keep mine in a seven beemer
i’m trampolining on niggas and i actually mean it
a fly nigga, i keep having the gravity grievous
and while these niggas keep hating, they be asking for features
that’s like a complacent atheist is asking for jesus
riding around without a fuck given
behind them dirty plates like a catcher with a mitten
the best in my position, i’m passionate with lyrics
and they ain’t fucking with the kid like chris hansen in the kitchen
i’m handsome to these women, i’m envied by these no ones
that’s no joakim noah, nigga everybody know us
and even if you don’t drink everybody po’ up
‘cause all these hating niggas probably never gon’ show up
never hate on no one, your blessing’s getting closer
even when i’m open, there’s nothing the air colder wassup

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[Verse 1 - Chris Brown]
Yo, West Virginia
Straight from the country, right there wit’ my kinfolk
Golds in my mouth and they put 26′s on Benzo’s
Dirt roads, back woods
They got weed but I’ve been dope
Ratchet, n-gga we act hood
But I’m getting money with these white folk
Sippin and I’m faded, super medicated
Said she wanna check the pole
I said Okay Sarah Palin, so I lay down and lay in
A n-gga gon’ be faded, all the way to the AM yeah

[Hook - Big Sean]
More drink, pour it up
More weed, roll it up
Whoa there ho, you know wassup
Quit hoggin’ the blunt bitch, slow down
Pimps up, hoes down
Ass up, nose down
Damn, b-tch I do it

And this the life we chose
Workin’ all night
Swear I’m never going broke
And I’mma do this till I die
And I ain’t talking shit just cause I’m, just cause I’m…
(I’m high)

Oh God, oh God

[Big Sean]
Ok, wow, bow
Look at me now, chief like an indian
Talkin in clouds, I’m high as a b-tch
I’m talking to clouds
Off tree every night like I roam with the owls
I super soak that hoe, show ‘em no love just throw ‘em a towel
Still rocking Louis Vuitton condom, cause I’m so f-ck-ng in style, wow
New crib, crash that, Drove here, cab back
Now knock that pussy out, yeah that’s just a little cat nap
Hold up, hold up woah
Don’t be smoking my sh-t, I be smoking that fire
And she be smoking my d-ck

[Hook]
More drink, pour it up
More weed, roll it up
Whoa there ho, you know wassup
Quit hoggin’ the blunt bitch, slow down
Pimps up, hoes down
Ass up, nose down
Damn b-tch I do it

And this the life we chose
Workin’ all night
Swear I’m never going broke
And I’mma do this till I die
And I ain’t talking sh-t just cause I’m, just cause I’m…
(I’m high)

[Wiz Khalifa]
Smoking, choking, always rollin’ something
I don’t need a key to start my car
Bitch I just push a button and theater showing
Got a half a mill and spent it like it’s nothing
Money flowing, never sober
Smoking till I got concussions, no discussions
Man I got a condo and got a big crib
Pounds all over my kitchen is
If I ain’t on the road gettin’ it
Then I’m in the hood where my niggas live
Did a tour, sold it out, just bought a pound ’bout to finish it
Now all my pasta got shrimp in it
You talk about it and I’m living it
Fucking little b-tch

[Hook]
More drink, pour it up
More weed, roll it up
Whoa there ho, you know wassup
Quit hoggin’ the blunt bitch, slow down
Pimps up, hoes down
Ass up, nose down
Damn bitch I do it

And this the live we chose
Workin’ all night
Swear I’m never going broke
And I’mma do this till I die
And I ain’t talking shit just cause I’m, just cause I’m…
(I’m high)

[Chris Brown]
Real n-gga never frontin’
Cause when you got it all
Everybody want somethin’
Middle finger in the air no fist pump
And me, Sean and Wiz got this bitch jumping
Ah! Finally got this bitch jumping
Got this bitch jumpin’
Fly, that’s me.

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[Hook X4]
Lamborghini Mercy
Your Chick She So Thirsty
I’m In That Two Seat Lambo
With Your Girl She Tryna Jerk Me

[Verse 1: Big Sean]
Drop It To The Floor
Make That Ass Shake
Woah Make The Ground Move, That’s An Ass Quake
Built A House Up On It, That’s An Ass State
Roll My Blunt On It, That’s An Ass Tray
Say Ye, Say Ye, Don’t We Do This Err’ Day-day?
I Work Them Long Nights, Long Nights To Get A Pay Day
Finally Got Paid, Now I Need Shade And A Vacay
And Niggas Still Hatin’, So Much Hate I Need An AK
Now We Out In Paris, Yeah I’m Perrierin’
White Girls Politicin’ That’s That Sarah Palin
Gettin’, Californicatin’
I Give Her That D, Cause That’s What I Was Born And Raised In

[Hook]

[Verse 2: Pusha T]
It’s Prime Time, My Top Back, This Pimp Game
I’m Red Leather, This , I’m Rick James
I’m Bill Droppin’, Ms. Pacman Is Pill Poppin’
This Pill Popped, I’m Poppin’ Too
These Blue Dolphins Need Two Coffins
All She Want Is Some Heel Money
All She Need Is Some Bill Money
He Take His Time, He Counts It Out
I Weighs It Up, That’s Real Money
Check The Neck, Check The Wrist
Them Heads Turnin’, That’s Exorcist
My Audemar Like Mardi Gras
That’s Swiss Time And That’s Excellence
Two Door Preference
Roof Gone George Jefferson
That White Frost On That Pound Cake
So Your Duncan Heinz Is Irrelevant
Lambo, Mercy-lago, She Go Wherever I Go
Wherever We Go We Do It Pronto

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Kanye West]
Let The Suicide Doors Up
I Threw Suicides On The Tour Bus
I Threw Suicides On The Private Jet
You Know What That Mean, I’m Fly To Death
I Step In Def Jam Building Like I’m The Shit
Tell ‘em “give Me Fifty Million Or I’mma Quit”
Most Rappers Taste Level Ain’t At My Waist Level
Turn Up The Bass ’til It’s Up In Your Face Level
Don’t Do No Press But I Do The Most Press, Kid
Plush Out My-my , Make Yours Look Like Precious
Talkin’ ’bout Mary She Gone Off That Molly
Now The Whole Party Is Melted Like Dhali
Now Everybody Is Movin’ They Body
Don’t Sell Me Apartment, I Move In The Lobby
Niggas Is Loiterin’ Just To Feel Important
You Gon See Lawyers And Niggas ? Gettin Jordans

[Verse 4: 2 Chainz]
Now Catch Up To My Campaign
Coupe The Color Of Mayonniase
I’m Drunk And High At The Same Time
Drinkin’ Champaign On The Airplane
Spit Rounds Like The Gun Range
Beat It Up Like Rampage
100 Bands, Cut Ya Girl Now Your Girl Need A Bandaid
Grade A, A1, Chain The Color Of Akon
Platinum Diamonds Backpack Around Me
Cosigned By Louis Voutton
Horse Power, Horse Power
All This Polo On I Got Horse Power
Pound Of This Cost 4 Thousand
I Make It Rain, She Want More Showers
Rain Pourin’, All My Cars Is Foreign
All My Broads Is Foreign, Money Tall Like Jordan

[Hook]

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looking around glass, my future is in the past
i'm re-arranging my life, i'm single and now i laugh
all of the moments we had, beginning and just the end
at the end, stealing friends, heard i was on your hit list
damn, now i'm driving ferrarris fucking random bitches
people saying i made it but i don't feel too different
wayne told me "close your eyes, they'll never see your vision"
so i stay ready to die behind these biggie lenses
reinventing all the audemars/breguet shit
just left the hood, word to the 5th dist
bout to cop a ? roof like diddy
and my city color purple nigga, no ceiling
it takes time when you plying on the beat
i kill it, i bet i kill it
producer witness to see
bitches stand on their feet, handicap get out your seat
got that buzz: lil b, sting a bitch: ali
comparing tighter rappers, but my songs greater
just compare me to dope dealers and ball players
cause i'm a dope ass nigga and i ball, player
never save a ho, can't even get a life saver
we gon fuck out way to the top and fall later
so i'mma fuckin never call her later
skinny nigga got my weight up
middle finger to my haters, why you chasing? we erase em
mufucka i'm gone!

middle finger to my haters, mufucka why you hating? i'm gone
i ain't really wanna do it but i did it to em, nigga i'm gone
leave the beat shit alone, leave the bullshit at home, i'm gone
even though i'm out of here, nigga gotta keep it real, i'm gone

she fuckin with me, these niggas ain't fuckin with me
got my mind on my money, my money piling up hundreds
you say you did it, i done it
you old nigga, i'm younger
you fold up under pressure
i'm good straight in ?
bitches pecking my wood: wood chuckka chuckka
never gave 2 fucks: double rubbers
now your color turn your face to a red gusher
and your girl stick it to me like a car bumper
never depended on anyone co-dependent
kept my thoughts to myself, i don't need opinions
no middle mans, in the middle of my sands
niggas thing they sweet, they can't even pay their incidentals
i'm instrumental, on any instrumental
i ain't pullin teeth, nigga better hide your pillow
to these rappers to the fucking grizzle
bad to the bone, red zippers, mike jizzle, i'm gone

middle finger to my haters, mufucka why you hating? i'm gone
i ain't really wanna do it but i did it to em, nigga i'm gone
leave the beat shit alone, leave the bullshit at home, i'm gone
even though i'm out of here, nigga gotta keep it real, i'm gone

finally famous in this..
i say, fuck sleep stayed up
fuck you, pay up
always got the paycheck
never took a pay cut
payday will be worth all the broke nights i stayed up
so in my cup i'm mixing up whatever dreams are made of
not too many young g's made of what i am
so i was waiting on a doctor man, patient as i am
i guess a young d-boy made it into a man
with girls half-naked around like we finna land the sand
red-eyes to rome and they connecting to france
with some bomb-ass pussy, that bitch came straight from iran
my jewelry made in japan, i'm off california drugs
and where i made my money? nigga, all of the above
i could count my inner circle on my hands and my feet
passing joints long as a branch cause it's family tree
doing "kush-ups" man cause the weed too strong
i'm a g + 1 what's that muthafuck? that's gone

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whoa, oh
same ol’ me, but everything around me new
made it to the roof and still stuck to my roots
livin’ out the dream
well, it might be a dream to you
but i do everything i dream, so to me it’s déjà vu
see everybody wanna go to big deal from no deal
to make it to the top you still gotta go uphill
rollin' up j’s, to rollin' up here with j
crazy how my life just went from surreal to so real
back when rapping, school was a main contemplation
‘ye took me to the grammy’s, we had that conversation
say, “you don’t make it this far doing no kind of waiting”
and a few years later it’ll lead me to my nomination
and that, that’s worth more than a diploma
sometimes being your own boss is worth more than promotions
chillin’ in a spot niggas kill to get inside
spilt so much liquor on the ground, you’da thought my niggas died
but we inside!

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Missis … you say it’s my last shot
When I got up on in that game you was my number one mascot
You was the one that I was flying out
We was the ones that everyone just kept on lying about
Now you tell me … stop, back it up
Girl I think you’re tripping, it’s no wonder why you packing up
I’m out here doing numbers, but you say it’s not adding them
Cause I told you you plus me it’s all I need and that’s enough
You say that I’m Hollywood well you’re the one acting up
I’m trying to make history but you say that we’re history
Girl I know that you’re missing me

They say that a picture’s worth a thousand words
So how come I can only think of 2 when I look at yours
We used to be 3 yeah, used to be me, us … along
…those pretty brown eyes
So look me in the face and beg me to stay
Cause this could be the very best last time

If I’ll take one more step out the door
And if you let one more tear hit the floor
You can kiss it bye bye, you can kiss it bye bye, you can kiss it bye, bye
One last chance boy this is no joke
You should know I’m sorry don’t cut it no more
You can kiss it bye bye, you can kiss it bye bye, you can kiss it bye, bye

They say you don’t know what you have till it’s gone, no, no, yeah
But I say that you … on and on
No matter what I get caught up in your issues
… try when I know I can’t fix you
To listen up, … messing up boy
… I mean that when I say

If I’ll take one more step out the door
And if you let one more tear hit the floor
You can kiss it bye bye, you can kiss it bye bye, you can kiss it bye, bye
One last chance boy this is no joke
You should know I’m sorry don’t cut it no more
You can kiss it bye bye, you can kiss it bye bye, you can kiss it bye, bye

If you want me to stay, I want you to cry, I want you to beg boy, don’t ask why
When I say jump, you say how high
And I say don’t stop till you touch the sky
Maybe then I’ll … to believe
Everything that you say you mean
So come and kiss me make it better baby please
Don’t make me leave, don’t make me leave, no, no
Don’t make me leave, noooooo

If I’ll take one more step out the door
And if you let one more tear hit the floor
You can kiss it bye bye, you can kiss it bye bye, you can kiss it bye, bye
One last chance boy this is no joke
You should know I’m sorry don’t cut it no more
You can kiss it bye bye, you can kiss it bye bye, you can kiss it bye, bye
You can kiss it bye bye.

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Girl i saw you pimpin looking at my sneakers
Checking on my g shop
We don’t wanna be don’t
So write my number down
Said she got my number she
Been blowing boy
So i’m winnin this ..up
And then i took her out
Shawty homie now

Hook:
Shawty started hucking on me
Hucking on me, hucking on me
Shawty started touching on me
Touching on me, touching on me
Then she started kissing on me
Kissing on me, kissing on me
Then she fell in love ’cause she couldn’t get enough
They call em mister goodie goodie
When my mama ..she texting me on my phone
Telling me she ..know mister goodie goodie
She follow on me on twitter reading my message
She call me mister goodie goodie
She wants me again sean kingston the friend
…
Mister goodie goodie, mister goodie goodie
Mister goodie goodie, mister goodie goodie

Shawty and a dj is she blowing a record up
Got my song on ..even got me on the phone
As a ringtone
When over her rainy house she said that it was up
Wanted to see the couch is where it’s all about
Shawty on me now

Shawty started hucking on me
Hucking on me, hucking on me
Shawty started touching on me
Touching on me, touching on me
Then she started kissing on me
Kissing on me, kissing on me
Then she fell in love ’cause she couldn’t get enough
They call em mister goodie goodie
When my mama ..she texting me on my phone
Telling me she ..know mister goodie goodie
She follow on me on twitter reading my message
She call me mister goodie goodie
She wants me again sean kingston the friend
…
Mister goodie goodie, mister goodie goodie
Mister goodie goodie, mister goodie goodie

I said hey hey
The mister fine you should ..misses mine
We connect in her .. Vip
..i’ve been think that i’ve feelin feelin
I know that i ..she feelin mine
‘Cause she just keep on runnin runnin to me
I’ma finish ..my oh my g g
I’m number one to entry
Your body is christmas girl
Adn your ..hoe they glaring people i charin
I just cause i keep staring
Girl i got that goodie goodie
And it’s your lucky day that i’m sharing

Shawty started hucking on me
Hucking on me, hucking on me
Shawty started touching on me
Touching on me, touching on me
Then she started kissing on me
Kissing on me, kissing on me
Then she fell in love ’cause she couldn’t get enough
They call em mister goodie goodie
When my mama ..she texting me on my phone
Telling me she ..know mister goodie goodie
She follow on me on twitter reading my message
She call me mister goodie goodie
She wants me again sean kingston the friend
…
Mister goodie goodie, mister goodie goodie
Mister goodie goodie, mister goodie goodie

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Go girl, a go girl
Top notch store
She go go live
She go go silly yo
I tell her bring it back
She go go get it
She a go girl, a go girl
All night putting on a show girl
She go go live
She go go silly yo
I tell her bring it back
She go go get it

I got this girl thats so sedictive
She call and say she miss me
I tell her I’ma visit next time I’m in her city
I turn ya World to Gotti world, shawty bring ya ticket
Jimmy Choo and Red Bottoms, shawty we can kick it
I take her on trips, her boyfriend be trippin’
Takes off on the menu, time machine tryna hear it
Tattoos and piercings, Gucci shoes
Kiss just as fresh as she be, she serious
All I do is ball and all she f-ck is winners
To take her to the mall she don’t wanna go to dinner
She a go girl and I’m tryna get wit her
Have her looking right I had to follow her on Twitter
She a go girl…

Go girl, a go girl
Top notch store
She go go live
She go go silly yo
I tell her bring it back
She go go get it
She a go girl, a go girl
All night putting on a show girl
She go go live
She go go silly yo
I tell her bring it back
She go go get it

Go go, keep on going
I’ll be somewhere throwing money, blowing on that potent
Money on my bank account, pockets hella swollen
And a model girlfriend so for them cameras we be posing
We just go go, anywhere we wanna
Got a weed connect from Tennesse to California
Twenty grand in Paris, blowing on that Mary
Your bitch on my Johnson cause I’m ballin’ like I’m larry
And I play my part. I’m out here with the bosses
She know this from the start, get 30K to show
That mean we both be going hard
Don’t smoke it, roll the weed up
If she broke she’ll get her g’s up
If she slow she up to speed cause she a

Go girl, a go girl
Top notch store
She go go live
She go go silly yo
I tell her bring it back
She go go get it
She a go girl, a go girl
All night putting on a show girl
She go go live
She go go silly yo
I tell her bring it back
She go go get it

Now go there keep going throwin that big booty thong
And she wear her heart on her sleeve
ow she just Com des Garcon’ing
I wake up and show you what this Cockle doodle do in the morning
I swear that pussy so good good, I wish I could clone it
Okay, go girl, go girl
My new bitch, ya old girl
She buss it open for me like a show girl
Call me king than tell me that its your world
Her body Jamaica but the vagina is Asian
I swear thats hour glass shaped and that just remind me time wasting
Okay, fuck around I might taste it
And if I throw it back at her than she probably gon chase it
Cause she a go girl…

Go girl, a go girl
Top notch store
She go go live
She go go silly yo
I tell her bring it back
She go go get it
She a go girl, a go girl
All night putting on a show girl
She go go live
She go go silly yo
I tell her bring it back
She go go get it

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