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Snapback, new jays, her miss, guessed alone
Bad bitch, rolling up, so tight, she whistle chrome
Cop blocking, shop knocking, my hustle, get you on
Can't come out, without a gun around where I'm from
You better get you one
Been bossing, been banging, been flossing, been ...
No license, 50 cent, die trying, to get rich
Fuck a hater, and his girl, or a man, what's the be
Say the word, the blaze will whip your ass in ...degree
Try me though, exercise, stretch your ass, exercise
Stump your ass, double can
Stretch a mattress, extra size
Fuck niggas, nagging bitches
Police chase us, law they missing
Hoe I smoke shit for your system
Making weed, for the symptoms
I'm about to go so retarded, go dumb,
I'm bout to go superbad
You click, new ... stupid bitch, super ...

Stacks on deck, track on deck, clap on deck, back on deck
Liqor, molly and a sack on deck
2 bad bitches and a black on deck

Stacks on deck, stacks on deck, stacks on deck, stacks on deck
Strap on deck, strap on deck, strap on deck, strap on deck,
Trap on deck, trap on deck, trap on deck, trap on deck
I'm back on deck, back on deck, back, on deck, back on deck x 2

All eyes on me, word of pot, capital punishment, word of pun
I'm ready to die, that's word to...
What the fuck am I talking bout, where's the guns
Y'all know what my greed be, ymcnb
Shout uncle bun b
I pull this for pimp c
Say big fish eat little fish, bitch don't you forget that
Talk all that gun talk bitch
Won't you go get that
Don't risk that, pop shit with no get that
That girl guns with no kick back and that shit...
Like click back, click clack,
Flip your how with that
One even my birthday and she lick that
All I'm stressing is paper, all I'm stressing is chicken
All I'm wanting is this money
You fuck niggas who don't get it
Bust that ass in my law
Taxi back in my condo... bitch not even my mom know
Backwards, swisher dutch, 2 cups ice and that's pronto
When it rain ... wet, you can't catch, now ...

Stacks on deck, stacks on deck, stacks on deck, stacks on deck
Strap on deck, strap on deck, strap on deck, strap on deck,
Trap on deck, trap on deck, trap on deck, trap on deck
I'm back on deck, back on deck, back, on deck, back on deck x 2

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Chronic same color as a frog turd
Have a nigga looking dumb, sorta like and awkward
Violence, I blow violent, I’m so fly, I’m auto pilot
What I wipe for that usa, like it is like Miley Cyrus

[Bridge]
And I ride, I bounce, I roll up out of nouns
That sticky icky green
That will have you sleep all on your couch
Then I’m standing on one
Got them bottles with no labels
Bitches taken off they heels
Now they standing the tables

[hook]
Now I’m standing on the tables,
Standing on the tables,
Standing on the tables,
Standing on the tables,
Pouring champagne on them
Standing on the tables,
Standing on the tables,
Standing on the tables,
Pouring champagne on them

50k’s of rosie nigga, watch the club get stupid
Like kobe pictures
Your bitch shows me like goldie bitches
Coco siroc’s in my livers
Shawty dropping low like some strippers
I need another drink now,
Sat on my phone, hit my bitch on speed dial
By accident, now she mad as shit
But I ain’t picking up the phone for the hell of it

100 large on that new panorama
Did your bitch like I did 20 in the slammer
Not sticker, then strippers, in Atlanta
Niggas fickle, I sickle, all my hands up

[Bridge]
And I ride, I bounce, I roll up out of nouns
That sticky icky green
That will have you sleep all on your couch
Then I’m standing on one
Got them bottles with no labels
Bitches taken off they heels
Now they standing the tables

[hook]
Now I’m standing on the tables,
Standing on the tables,
Standing on the tables,
Standing on the tables,
Pouring champagne on them
Standing on the tables,
Standing on the tables,
Standing on the tables,
Pouring champagne on them

Yo, I turn this bitch into a rain forest
I tell your bitch to get your chain for us
And some chicks to get the brain for us
Work it out, train for us
Twist the trees, then I’m gonna twist your knees
Grip the squeeze, swisher weed,
Then I’ma ring some leafs
Bitches what I’m seeing be
Malicia g,g,g,g
You nitting on, you know I got your woman on my sleeve
Let’s just keep 100, gonna keep it 1000
And she like the way I’m flowing
So her mouth is now my fountain
If she pounding then we bouncing
Smoking loud with my accountant
Plan to make that paper higher
Than a mountain on a mountain

[Bridge]
And I ride, I bounce, I roll up out of nouns
That sticky icky green
That will have you sleep all on your couch
Then I’m standing on one
Got them bottles with no labels
Bitches taken off they heels
Now they standing the tables

[hook]
Now I’m standing on the tables,
Standing on the tables,
Standing on the tables,
Standing on the tables,
Pouring champagne on them
Standing on the tables,
Standing on the tables,
Standing on the tables,
Pouring champagne on them.

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Hook:
Round round smoking weed with my foreign bitch
Round round smoking weed with my foreign bitch, foreign bitch
my window down on grind to my my new shit
got my new bitch, got my got my new bitch
I don’t cop for no jades they say them hoes who freak
got the pound for no pussy fuck them hoes who freak
that bitch is on deck

You know how to fuck our team
puffing but my boo, cups of ..with my crew
they..the sun, street falling that hurt
fat ass in my lab she pulling my shirt
cameras all in my belt, bring bringing my scalp
high is all the things up, showing all for myself
real next to my mikes, things chatting my spikes
low right no chick, right behind my bike
barney pissing my sprite, Christmas grintching my switch
ballin on em all night, me and my bitch
call em hoes more miley, call em hoes more drink
sixty racks in my pocket, all them hoes going thing
..dripping I’ma get tipsy, sipping I’ma get gripping
make the chopper get choppi, different I just get cocki
no lip of mine no kiss poppin, sleeping I just get sluppi
haters in my set why they all in my mix
y’all can all get next on my deep bitch

[Hook:]

Yep and it’s time for guns to get lifted
it’s time for guns to get lifted
it’s time for guns to get lifted
border brick for my kicks, border brick for my click
couple trons for my kicks, one for my bitch
they ain’t searching no woman I just..that two pocks
ping pong in that grinding, feel like holla grand two pocket
gangsta party bust the big chocking
I don’t care what you’re rolling as long as I’m smoking
damn I love to see money but I show it
memory of keep money mental for my moment
..for that I’m.. watch yourself ’cause I’m mad
get the fuck at your bitch ass
paying won’t be.. I ain’t tryin to get violent
I wish tryin to get wasted
only time I’m smiling is when I get faced it
take the time taste it, David..basin
put the bag in that lab I get..
take the time taste it, base it
take the time taste it, David..basin
put the bag in that lab I get..

[Hook:]

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Chorus:
Rapping is my religion,
Bring me the finest women
Gives me them white figures
Cause we’re some break spirits
Respect that … D double…
Real rap will shit, will spit
Niggers pray when they see me!
Rapping is my religion,
Bring me the finest women
Gives me them white figures
Cause we’re some break spirits
Respect that … D double…
Real rap will shit, will spit
Niggers pray when they see me!

It’s… conversation
..occupation
Hit man, I’ll probably…
With a… with a track, I’ll slay it!
We’re over the grass, over the class,
I mix it up, ’till it’s just enough to have me on that..
Niggers that won’t… on us
They deserve…
..like a base kick
..I erase this?
..take that as a fucking favor!
I know, I know, you niggers… popping shit
And probably don’t know that everything..popping is
Louder than words, my niggers are clown, not herds
I bounce your head off that…
Just the rhyming expert!
But you niggers want me to be…
I can see through..
You know misery, love company …
See these dimes, see this cash, see me on tour with the..
I see you in hell, my girl ring bells …all that bullshit to rest!

Chorus:
Rapping is my religion,
Bring me the finest women
Gives me them white figures
Cause we’re some break spirits
Respect that … D double…
Real rap will shit, will spit
Niggers pray when they see me!
Rapping is my religion,
Bring me the finest women
Gives me them white figures
Cause we’re some break spirits
Respect that … D double…
Real rap will shit, will spit
Niggers pray when they see me!

I got niggers on lock doing time
Cleaning max, right off the block moving dimes
..beautiful little girls, I’mma keep in bed at night
it was twelve in the kitchen…
I’mma.. with the renegates
In a box, we trust…
Like Charlie, see me, have gun
She got a body, harder to be on a gun
I got keys of the spot with the ..
Keys of the block with the…
Please don’t stop, I’ll be on the front
When niggers get caught, catch me if you want!

Chorus:
Rapping is my religion,
Bring me the finest women
Gives me them white figures
Cause we’re some break spirits
Respect that … D double…
Real rap will shit, will spit
Niggers pray when they see me!
Rapping is my religion,
Bring me the finest women
Gives me them white figures
Cause we’re some break spirits
Respect that … D double…
Real rap will shit, will spit
Niggers pray when they see me!

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[Verse 1 : Bow Wow]
Fi fi fi fi find me in the nice spot
Watch me get this b!tch jumping like hopscotch
Bow is the name but don’t get it twisted
Always wear a rubber when I’m in these dirty b!tches
They better stop playing with me, they better stop it doe
Rooms full of cash, would think I sold a lot of doe (Stuntin)
Ka-keep hoes like a pint do, killing every stadium and every f-cking Venue
I run this shit, hit these other rappers up like Funyun Chips
Big Dog no kibbles and bits
And when I say I ball, I ain’t talking dribbling b!tch
Pa park my Yacht next to Diddy boat
I put on for my city yo, if you ain’t planning on making it rain
Then why the f-ck you in here foe
Smoke erb ’til my lungs collapse
I’m just a young nigga with big stacks
They Call me whizzle B!tch

[Hook]
Standing on the couches like we run this b!tch
I’m with a bad lambo and you know shot thick
I’ma kick the b!tch out if she act stuck dot dot
Baby, I can do it shot like dot dot, ah ah ah
Only nigga do it ah ah ah

[Verse 2 : Cory Gunz]
Weezy and gonna got em bro, red tails my nigga gets fly and let em go
Young money if they never know they better know I set and go we never fold
You softer than a treasure troll
For the Fed they going federal so fled the folds
The sevenal leaves several with severed souls
Beyond payne on my job state I’m my moms blamer
Its little John Cramer the Tom aimer
Stunta showed the way its back to bigger business
We NWA its still make a business
I got the game on cheats C.C.G
Malice b!tch its WMCMB

[Verse 3 : Jae Millz]
You already know what I’m on coke flow
Call it Franky Lamon if niggas look ho they see they hatin as a reflection all in my diamonds
I’m in a lambo, you in a scion
Talk stupid bumping in me and get pressed like a iron
The same couch, I can be you standing and you get die on
I walk in my closet and get my get fly on
What these boys call fly, I wouldn’t even try on
I’m too hard
Move work from only
I smoke medicated pow it

[Hook]
Standing on the couches like we run this b!tch
I’m with a bad lambo and you know shot thick
I’ma kick the b!tch out if she act stuck dot dot
Baby, I can do it shot like dot dot, ah ah ah
Only nigga do it ah ah ah

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Yeah i lvoe money i lvoe hoes
I cuff money i never cuff hoes
Midlle finger to you hatin that niggas
Yeah shoudl retire gerry p in that ass niggas
Steady worrying about the hoes i put my ..
’cause might be a bitch callin darling
And it hurts it might see me in the ..
And i’m on the floor i wanna flow it just liek i’m balling
And i talk expensive 20 benz on my ..
Money in the thing i enver been the thing
So i whipe my ass with hundred dollars bills
To your niggas i’m the hottest in the hood
..and i got it for the good
..when i cut it my tell
They wanan see me when i cut it my hood
Doin my thign they cna’t roll my thing
Till they .. My thing
Give a man .. Might sing
Back em all down sip em all out
Tell a .. The we hit them all up
..tel a nigga to ..
Shake down, shake down
For the money leave a fucking face down
Yeah

Chorus:
I lveo money i lveo hoes
I cuff money i never cuff hoes
I got that money comign in the brinks truck
I’m high but the clouds with the wills up
I lveo money i lveo hoes
I cuff money i never cuff hoes
I got that money comign in the brinks truck
I’m high but the clouds with the wills up

Young money, cash money
To ym last money you cna bitch you ass money
My shooter to a blasfemy
My nigga movie put your body in cast with em
..but you niggas ask to me
.. In the flash for me
.. Int he mix ..let it .. To stash for me
Police know my name maybe had some ash for em
So when i’m on my .. I dont’ wanna ..
I flwo that .. And they all for dough
In the .. Know my smoek .. But before ym ..
They nigga sweet .. When i’m ..can’t stop that ..
Nigga stop that .. But if i dont’ liek that
.. Give em some .. Bitch i can ..
Be the man .. Int he grammy shake down
I want an ambulance

[hook:]

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outta my mind, (so sick) i'm outta my mind
outta my mind, (so sick) i'm outta my mind
outta my mind, (so sick) i'm outta my mind
outta my mind, (so sick) i'm outta my mind
outta my mind, (so sick) i'm outta my mind
outta my mind, (so sick) i'm outta my mind
outta my mind, (so sick) i'm outta my mind
outta my mind, (so sick) i'm outta my mind

wait
take a second to respect the perspective
my whole perceptions the method: expect the unexpected
poverty stricken naked
non-believers can guess it
second they on they knees, and get necking off on me till they strepted
weapon - hand the debit
web it, man and kept it
separate van, and spread it, slit his man, and wet his fam, intrepid
f-it, catch it, wretched, sketch it, fetch it, sketch it
i'm a liar liar with the mask fuck a pet detective!
losing my cup of noodles, temper tantrums get brutal
in the mood to pull out an uzi on a fuckin' poodle
cameras watching me like i'm something to do
now they get it, admit
"so i'm spittin that shit" stick your tongue in doo-doo
like my life and career's been under vu-doo
i broke the hex, and wrote the checks, the coke connect should think i'm bluffin google-me
ho-hold, no hamo, how humble i can be?
i been watching mtv all my life, now mtv watching me
see

nobody knows what went wrong with me
somebody tell me what the fuck is wrong with me
this isn't the life i was born to see
what the fuck is wrong with me (with me)

outta my mind, (so sick) i'm outta my mind
outta my mind, (so sick) i'm outta my mind
outta my mind, (so sick) i'm outta my mind
outta my mind, (so sick) i'm outta my mind

ah
what the what went wrong with me
mommy why you stop calling me?
why these police keep walling me?
why these bitches keep stalling me?
when ain't nothing gonna follow me
where the fucks my apology!
for putting me through such awkward psychology
wasn't for grandma i'd be dumb and dead
ha, light and skinny onion head
wanna keep me fed till her bunions bled
sweetest, i'm cheated and treated like i'm under dead
spit on after shit on, till i'm hit on, i want the meds
and all they hear is some addict a functioning junkie
maybe not, cause i grew with thoughts that no mother would want me
maybe not, cause i watched them abused the drugs right in front of me
couple pills ain't gonna kill me
couple blunts ain't gonna hunt me!
couple cups ain't gonna fill me
couple chumps ain't gonna chill me
now i'm stuck to get bucked for these couple bucks, you feel me
the only couple for me, madison and mckenzie
pay me, fuck a relationship lady, let me get busy
shit

nobody knows what went wrong with me
somebody tell me what the fuck when wrong with me
this isn't the life i was born to see
what the fuck is wrong with me (with me)

outta my mind, (so sick) i'm outta my mind
outta my mind, (so sick) i'm outta my mind
outta my mind, (so sick) i'm outta my mind
outta my mind, (so sick) i'm outta my mind
outta my mind, (so sick) i'm outta my mind
outta my mind, (so sick) i'm outta my mind

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[verse 1]
what, yeah i’m on nigga run up
i’m runnin’ with the gym blade in my fitted now
fuck around with me and get knitted down
so much green cant remember the last time i shitted brown
thirsty niggas aint admitting they bitter sound
now i’m hungry to show em i’m the hottest fucking kid around
show em how it go i dont kid around
fuck ya crew and label go get a town
and set off and spit around
ymcmb in the bee and pee on ya bean
why and if i see em tell em i wouldnt wanna be em
run off gun out, gun off run out
fuck the what nigga bring the fun out
militia gang rap for the dumb out
try me for a come up
i bet ya niggas raps never come out
smooth drinking swigga with a temper like a bliquor
on the itchy finger nigga bought a liquor on the victim goin
[chorus]
dont you know my name?
gunz militia pop
show these little niggas i’m not playing games
i’m a pro with the dot i’m a cold nigga pop
like cash with the flames
gunz militia pop
show these little niggas i’m not playing games
[verse 2]
what, bitch nigga you aint saying shit
i got business on the block, amber, wayne and nick
if aint depending on the watch then we made em sick
i knew a witness on the watch who became a vic
had a wife of a life then became a bitch
most my niggas lay the bricks so they lay in bricks
or they laying bricks
i love the south like potato grits
but i bet whatever if you say the knicks
my niggas midwest with a plate of fix
staged up and off the dimes and they making knicks
caught a jooks by mistake i aint mean to get em
shit, he was the trick he ain’t need to spend em
see me in any whips bet the nina’s in em
gimme christinas lips put the penis in em
my closet looking like i got a cleaners in em
ya’ll aint poppin tommy’s ya’ll are just alotta gleamers with em
[chorus]
dont you know my name?
gunz militia pop
show these little niggas i’m not playing games
i’m a pro with the dot i’m a cold nigga pop
like cash with the flames
gunz militia pop
show these little niggas i’m not playing games

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ah, ah, life, life, i'm living my life, life
got a bitch with an ass so nice,
night time taking off your kite
have a … night…on flight
20 hour flight, i ain't never been a hater motherfucker i ain't got no time
young money … make money … fuck around
with a bad bitch trying to get a ring and a … my swag is nice
… she might not know my name, but she know my song
really raw tiger … tiger blood i eat your heart out
lick my balls, hannibal, lector, i'm so involved
follow along, jay sean, pass the patron, we shining hard up in this motherfucker

so hit the lights, lights, lights
so hit the lights, hit the lights

…homie, and let me hard around on this remix for a homie
so watch me kick this … on it, on it
to all the haters i made it and i be balling, yeh i be balling
… every words … you can write you describe …
…matter of fact
yes it's me, come all the way from over seas
took that spot from the black eyed peas,
now they wonder …
don't get me started, this ain't over greedy… i just served my time in the army
… come out of the dark, i don't mean to be rude
it's true, somebody hit the lights

tell them all, tell them tell them hard …
so hit the lights, lights, lights
so hit the lights, hit the lights
tell them all, tell them tell them hard …

i'm in the kitchen, i'm cooking and i think you better listen
…i hit them again, while i give it to them, a kick in the door
and i shook them again let me spit it to them, oh shit
coming and going and i be running the show and i be knowing they knowing
and i be gunning and blowing and i be stitching and … everything up in this bitch, let's go
everybody know that i'ma come and i'ma kill 'em when we step up in the …
and you know that i'ma hit them, and i do it how i do it now i gotta get them, explosive
every time i grab a microphone you know i'm on scrap
everybody … killing non stop
and i'ma run everything i becoming a suspect
better hit the lights
better know that i'ma come and i'ma run them off
you know …bitch you fucking with a boss
bring me any bottle it don't matter what it cost
hey, hey, hey, hey, hey
… do it right now, so king is back you better bring the right crown
cause … you better turn the light now
… you really think you really wanna test me
when you niggers know already who the best be
so i hang them then i got … hit it up … then i'm gonna hit them in the front,
i hit them in the back then i really think that people really need to see

tell them all, tell them tell them hard …
so hit the lights, lights, lights
so hit the lights, hit the lights
tell them all, tell them tell them hard …

yeah, passion … we family, he's a friend of me
make real nigger move … pretending me
get it like a … little nigger wanna … for the pay
baby girl dug how nigger feel the day
thugging …
couple of years back had … on my budget
my man … by stomach
… niggers get blunted
my team get to it, other niggers run from it
…
word of win, … reserve the lane for me to start the flame
take in a … hoe girl shake it, you deserve the change
all she want … pop champagne
… be on the track, … test …
…that will never change … begin right here is the action

tell them all, tell them tell them hard …
so hit the lights, lights, lights
so hit the lights, hit the lights
tell them all, tell them tell them hard.

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What's it gonna be girl, what's it gonna be girl, what's it gonna be, girl, girl, girl
They're steady talking about what we got here together
Instead of listening to me you let them tell you whatever
Girl what they say to you, you ain't gotta believe, believe
It's not we're in out of Hollywood magazine
You know that what we have is more than typical love
Can't you see what we got, I've been taking the mess in you

[Chorus]
So what's it gonna be, what's it gonna be, what's it gonna be,
cause I can't take it, I'm asking you
So what's it gonna be girl, what's it gonna be girl, what's it gonna be,
cause my heart's breaking
I don't wanna walk out of that door
I don't wanna do this anymore, more
So what's it gonna be, what's it gonna be, what's it gonna be, girl
What's it gonna be, girl

I know you heard about all the things that I did
Before were here, I was a player
Now that you're my life finally realized, slept it a ...
And maybe you're entitled to know that
What we have is more than typicla love,
Can't you see what we got, I've been taking the mess in you

[Chorus]
So what's it gonna be, what's it gonna be, what's it gonna be,
cause I can't take it, I'm asking you
So what's it gonna be girl, what's it gonna be girl, what's it gonna be,
cause my heart's breaking
I don't wanna walk out of that door
I don't wanna do this anymore, oh no no
So what's it gonna be, what's it gonna be, what's it gonna be, girl
What's it gonna be, girl

Baby girl, what's it gonna be, go on and tell me
Is it gonna be yes, you say no
Your body is a ... my jungle, a love girl
I want more than a score let her play it on
I don't wanna front, I don't wanna leave
I just want a chance, I just wanna be
Somewhere doing what the people wanna see
Where your girlfriend people wanna be
We could hold hands slow dance on the beach
You drawn man, romance in the sheets
Loving how you're my tongue clean in the beat
Like lick, lick, lick, lick what a beat
Ain't met me ... on tree
Take a mess with this old hand ... freaks
You ain't even gotta answer in front of me
Look, you ain't even gonna say it ... leave

[Chorus]
So what's it gonna be, what's it gonna be, what's it gonna be,
cause I can't take it,
So what's it gonna be girl, what's it gonna be girl, what's it gonna be,
cause my heart's breaking
I don't wanna walk out of that door
I don't wanna do this anymore, more
So what's it gonna be, what's it gonna be, what's it gonna be, girl
What's it gonna be, girl
So what's it gonna be girl, what's it gonna be girl, what's it gonna be, girl, girl, girl
So what's it gonna be girl, what's it gonna be girl, what's it gonna be, girl, girl, girl
So what's it gonna be girl, what's it gonna be girl, what's it gonna be, girl, girl, girl
So what's it gonna be girl, what's it gonna be girl, what's it gonna be, girl, girl, girl.

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Night Rider : Vado

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Night riders, getting mad … this is..
…I’m sitting with my lifus,
For a clip I’m living like…
Whoever you feel nicer, I’m nicer!
…a lot of cope damage, they…
Short legs niggers can’t stay with me mad,
And rap stars looking like they ran Hussein.
Night rider!
Wifey can't answer ya calls I’m inside her,
Five-fifty beamers…, we’ve been drivers,
Night rider!
Like … long nose for liars,
You rappers ain’t hard,
I speak garbage…niggers need charging,
…reach each target.
Night rider!
It’s riding a week…
Regardless we are what we are.
This, night rider!
Started from the ground, got spit like…
…play talkers is day walkers is
Night riders!
Far from a blade, if I’m uninformed is gone,
Cause niggers respond with the…they punch them for.
Too better, we do better as if we love and live better.
…pistols put you…all upon one click.
Guys sweet, got the….
Niggers talk, they all back it up in front of crowns,
A bunch of ghost busters with a…
My niggers…
Sucking that dick in rhymes, I look every… in time.
My niggers fit for…., …
Same shit different place, differences…for different nigger face.
My niggers infiltrate…
Shorty I twist you to come out at night to ride.
Night rider!
Transport, I’m playing the night driver,
For you’re trying to see me on a night…
Niggers see you, niggers and we like…
Real niggers turn me…
Night rider!

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Loyalty (Remix) : Birdman

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[Tyga - Chorus]
Uhh, Rain snow, get my hustle on
Countin’ cash every morning before I leave home
Family I love, don’t wanna leave this world alone
and before I leave home, leave home
I pray to God I won’t, loyalty is all I know
before I leave home
I pray to God I won’t, loyalty is all I know

[Birdman]
Yeah, red ribbon duckin feds til we pass out
Bird cage duck the shine til they let him out
There’s more money now and we done flipped the draught
Hella choppers, clip pulled n-gga, junior out
G’d up, I took it from the G code
Presidental suites, with this cash flow
Uptown gangsta, viet hustla
Third wall general, Young Cash Money

[Brisco]
Before I leave home, I kiss my babies
hope I return safely, knowin’ the odds against me
These devils, they tryin to break me
I’m still loyal, my habits became lavish
Dreams of new endeavours
Pub deals and owning masters
And my home boys, aid to my conditions
I made em all managers, execs and assistants
And most of don’t understand, some won’t listen
We might fall off, throw fits and get missing
But your still my dawg and my big homie support me
I feel cause I’m the youngest, he expects a little more from me
So I try to stay humble and if you can see my vision
You can see us Cash Money til the motherf-cking ending, Brisco

[Tyga - Chorus]

[Mack Maine]
(YMCMB, baby)
Before I leave home, kiss my girl on the cheek
and then I say a prayer
If looks was bullets I woulda been there from stairs
I bypass the elevator and I took the stairs
Now that hard work got me ridin in Bentleys and Lear’s
Homie I am so prepared, on point like infrareds
I live my life so to die, I ain’t never scared
And when I drop, I’m not gon flop, I’m no Andre Way
I can’t see you haters, guess my vision is impared
My n-ggas already there, yes we’d got that title
You other rappers losing weight, minus the lipo
Breath of fresh air, pump lung, money catscan
So Cash Money heart bleed, Young Money, one hunny

[Lil' Twist]
(Twist… Young Money)
Before I leave home, well manner
nice, respectful young man
Momma taught me well
but Daddy taught me through a jail cell
Raised as a prince, n Young Money then took me in
Made it official, YM young, n CMB, was happening
Yeah, I gotta do it for my hood
See before I stepped off the block I told all them n-ggas I would
Let’s do it for the OC, I put in work on that TV
and step one over a G now put your hands for the lil old me

[Tyga - Chorus]

[Bow Wow]
Chyeah, stay true to my team
YMCMB a-aka the greatest
Yea, that’s why they hate us
Went from layaway to rocking all the latest, fashion
Name a model chick I ain’t smashing
New cars for all my homies when I bring that cash in
Never had my father in my life, he was a dead beat
Moms worked two jobs and keep Jordans on my feet
Now that I’m on, they set the worry bout
I bought my momma a mansion, and moved the damn south
and watcha talking bout
Got my Bugatti on the way Stunna
Money coming in fast like the road walk, back

[Cory Gunz]
Whistle for my family, my label and my set
It’s Young Money til my day the death, tell the rest take a rest
Thoroughbreded and blessed, my grime stressed
Sometimes get never the less, young n shining with the best
I promised my momma one day I’ll be a rhymer, she left
But I love her so much it’s like she never took a step
Reality showed me them colors that some of us couldnt
Look at you now that we all thought some of us wouldnt
He said he gettin dough right, ready jetty for pole lights
Petty better than to roll dice, some cold nights
They getting us no life, but I’m here now
And we here like, something, nothing compare life
CMB, I’m privilaged in this legacy that’s real life
My brothers keep up, protect me from my friends Lord
My enemies’ll bleed ya, choking on anaestesia
Throw my signs high, recognize world wide, world wide
I’m in it to get whatever it cost me, it’s too noisey..

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6'7" : Lil' Wayne

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[Hook]
Six-foot, seven-foot, eight-foot bunch
Six-foot, seven-foot, eight-foot bunch

[Lil Wayne Verse 1]
Excuse my charisma, vodka with a spritzer
swagger down pat, call my shit Patricia
Young Money militia, and I am the commissioner
you don’t want start Weezy, ’cause the F is for Finisher
so misunderstood, but what’s a World without enigma?
two bitches at the same time, synchronized swimmers
got the girl twisted ’cause she open when you twist her
never met the bitch, but I f-ck her like I missed her
life is the bitch, and death is her sister
sleep is the cousin, what a f-ckin’ family picture
you know father time, we all know mother nature
it’s all in the family, but I am of no relation
no matter who’s buying, I’m a celebration
black and white diamonds, f-ck segregation
f-ck that shit, my money up, you n-ggas just Honey Nut
Young Money running shit and you n-ggas just runner-ups
I don’t feel I done enough, so I’ma keep on doing this shit
Lil Tunechi or Young Tunafish

[Hook]
Six-foot, seven-foot, eight-foot bunch
Six-foot, seven-foot, eight-foot bunch

[Lil Wayne Verse 2]
I’m going back in
okay, I lost my mind, it’s somewhere out there stranded
I think you stand under me if you don’t understand me
had my heart broken by this woman named Tammy
but hoes gon’ be hoes, so I couldn’t blame Tammy
just talked to moms, told her she the sweetest
I beat the beat up, call it self defense
swear man, I be seeing through these n-ggas like sequins
n-ggas think they He-Men, pow, pow, the end
talking to myself because I am my own consultant
married to the money, f-ck the world, that’s adultery
you full of sh-t, you close your mouth and let yo ass talk
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young Money eating, all you haters do is add salt
stop playing, bitch, I got this game on deadbolt
mind so sharp, I f-ck around and cut my head off
real n-gga all day and tomorrow
but these muthaf-ckas talking crazy like they jaw broke
glass half empty, half full, I’ll spill ya
try me and run into a wall, outfielder
You know I’ma ball ’til they turn off the field lights
the fruits of my labor, I enjoy ‘em while they still ripe
bitch, stop playing, I do it like a king do
if these n-ggas animals, then I’ma have a mink soon
tell ‘em bitches I say put my name on the wall
I speak the truth, but I guess that’s a foreign language to y’all
and I call it like I see it, and my glasses on
but most of y’all don’t get the picture ‘less the flash is on
satisfied with nothing, you don’t know the half of it
Young Money, Cash Money
paper chasing, tell that paper, “Look, I’m right behind ya”
bitch, real G’s move in silence like lasagna
people say I’m borderline crazy, sorta kinda
woman of my dreams, I don’t sleep so I can’t find her
you n-ggas are gelatin, peanuts to an elephant
I got through that sentence like a subject and a predicate
yeah, with a swag you would kill for
money too strong, pockets on bodybuilder
jumped in a wishing well, now wish me well
tell ‘em kiss my ass, call it kiss and tell

[Cory Gunz]
Word to my mama, I’m out of my lima bean
don’t wanna see what that drama mean, get some Dramamine
llama scream, hotter than summer sun on a Ghana queen
now all I want is hits, bitch, Wayne signed a fiend
I played the side for you n-ggas that’s tryna front, and see
son of Gunz, Son of Sam, you n-ggas the son of me
pause for this dumber speech, I glow like Buddha
disturb me, and you’ll be all over the flow like Luda
bitch, I flow like scuba, bitch, I’m bald like Cuba
and I keep a killer ho, she gon’ blow right through ya
I be macking, ’bout my stacking, now I pack like a mover
shout to ratchet for backing out on behalf of my shooter
n-ggas think they high as I, I come laugh at your ruler
Cash Money cold, bitch, but our actions is cooler
Wayne, these n-ggas out they mind
I done told these f-ck n-ggas, so many times
that I keep these bucks steady on my mind
tuck these, I f-ck these on your mind, pause
to feed them, on my grind, did I get a little love?
keep throwing my sign in the middle
hit ‘em up, piece on my side, ’cause ain’t no peace on my side, bitch
I’m a man, I visit urinals abroad
Tune told me to, I’m shooting when the funeral outside
I’m uptown, thoroughbred, a BX n-gga, ya heard?
Gunna

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Killa : Cortez Ft. Cory Gunz

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(Chorus)
if you aint know you better ask about me
they talkin lotta shit but one second bout me
they can tell you i'm a killa(killa killa)
everywhere i go, they already know
they know not to test me they know im about to blow
i try to tell them ima killa(killa killa)

(Verse 1 - Cortez)
im so benz ,so vaine ,the cocaine, the power
the propane ,from both planes ,that brought down the tower
cowardville ,power, a close range shotta
blocka if you aint got no wins up in me casa
the trunk and the lining of a coke when he's lyin
tell these jokas im Heath Leger up in arc em n salem
took it well shottys ,9 hymies and 5 bodies
the mile strip n the content of a giant gally
the straight jackets ,hate tactics ,eight reges
talking 5 crackas on 1 black when slaves happend
ima killa ,im like elias plane crashin
fuck it im the game that gave magic his aid status
they know red im posted where they claim blue
kanye's mom on that operation tape(uhh)
so 6 torchin big swords knives
im the sick demented thoughts method jigsaw mind

(Chorus)
if you aint know you better ask about me
they talkin lotta shit but one second bout me
they can tell you i'm a killa(killa killa)
everywhere i go, they already know
they know not to test me they know im about to blow
i try to tell them ima killa(killa killa)

(Verse 2 - Cory Gunz)
Uh ,but he dont really like to chat
a couple chest shots and he could had a rifle back
see im the cycle thats probally gonna recycle that
no witnesses no snitches how they gonna typo that
cuz i didn't heard these niggas talkin like if had accused them
i talk the quick i pick a robberin to men reuse em
im off the motherfuckin rickadick the flow terrific
a dose is like a dose of rigaship of blow to sniff it
you know whats in my biscuit
you know whats on my biscuit
you could put it on the rinse
that i won't ever triss kit
let's be realistic
you get mine idealistic
you get hit with the fo fifth shit
but it aint nuthin but a 9 to 5 the ballestics
risk it, ride against us
and i'll witness our top
fine givin inches
vinch shoot him and again you can tella drim chotta
to get bend from a 4 pound bencher
militia, relax the game coincidentaly
i train to throw a train i thought you think they fuckin get me

(Chorus)
if you aint know you better ask about me
they talkin lotta shit but one second bout me
they can tell you i'm a killa(killa killa)
everywhere i go, they already know
they know not to test me they know im about to blow
i try to tell them ima killa(killa killa)

(Verse 3 - Ave)
Oh,i told em im a murderer i got it grime
lights out for anybody tryin to stop my shine
im a killa i told em don't get out of line
i went to school and pretend you tech and cowaban
im a trigga finger that aint squeeze the hollow
the swamp fluid cobow, the ether in the bottle
the hit n run driver, im speedin in the ty'ho
im sick , im the belymia disease that killin models
a sniper on the roof, know how to keep my aim still
one shot brain kill lick it 'n the pain pills
Eah,from the spoon by the dope hedge
the telephone wire with nikes broke chairs
reeboks adidas jordans fevers
a 6 figure debt that u owe to the dealer
the flat line, hospital bed and pillow case
i smuther niggas, take a chance on the realer fluid

(Chorus)
if you aint know you better ask about me
they talkin lotta shit but one second bout me
they can tell you i'm a killa(killa killa)
everywhere i go, they already know
they know not to test me they know im about to blow
i try to tell them ima killa(killa killa) (X2)