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'We Alright' Lyrics - Lil Wayne Ft. Birdman & Euro
Here is We Alright Lyrics by Lil Wayne Ft. Birdman & Euro

[Euro]
I couldn't of done it better
I couldn't of done this shit any other way
I made it now when they tried to
Convince me to make it another day
Glad I can see another day
I do this shit for my squad, my whole team
My family, fuck what another say
I'm here now, it's all clear now
Somebody pour up, i'm eating good ya'll
Can't see my compition till I thrown up
I'm tore up but I keep shit 100
That's from the toes up
Last night it felt like I ran throw four clubs
Stood on the couch and everyone of em' screaming
"Hoes down and bro's up"
It's different when we soe up, kicking doors up
Im a young stunna, young Wayne, i'm young money
I'm growd up like i'm new here but im necleur
Thats a bomb threat mothafucka, i'm tryna blow up
I'm good, i'm reminded i'm good from time to time
I'm fine, I be spending time with the Greatest Of All Time all the time
And ever since i'm living life like every night like it's 99
I'm way ahead of my time I think I was only 8 at that time
I rep them five letters forever
Will someone jjust tell the bartender to mix my drink
While I mix my thoughts my business in pleasure, i'm clever
Long money all around me
I just hope I am long enough, long enough to measure
We should take pictures sippin crystal in coogie sweaters
And im still getting better nigga what's better?
They said I never do it now i'm looking around like nigga what's never?
And now they run from us when they see us, boy that moneys pressure
Haha, Plots on the wall of every building that I walk into
Phone taps cause they curious, careful what you walk into
Living the star life you'll never know you'll run into like
Baby I can change ya life
Just leave everything that you been through and rise

[Hook]
Long as my niggas right then We Alright
Long as the women right then We Alright
Long as the drinks are rice then We Alright
Long as these private flights then We Alright
Long as we living right then We Alright
Long as it's high life then We Alright
Cause I love it more than anything
Boy it's money over everything we been alright

[Birdman]
Yea, It's money over everything
We motivated, flighing over everything
We make something outta nothing, what up 5?
Bag full of every president that ever died
Yea, spraying everything that's in the way
We eating over here extended clips, 50 plates
It's a lifestyle, stunna life, everyday
A million ones we can throw this shit a million ways
Youngin, if you alright then we alright
Night life GTV popping every night
Fly rich in a different city bright lights
With my niggas, rich gang and living high life
Yea, guns in the basement, millions in the wall
GTV cases, if it's fuck em' then it's fuck em' all
Atamos and cigars in them new toys

[Hook]
Long as my niggas right then We Alright
Long as the women right then We Alright
Long as the drinks are rice then We Alright
Long as these private flights then We Alright
Long as we living right then We Alright
Long as it's high life then We Alright
Cause I love it more than anything
Boy it's money over everything we been alright

[Lil Wayne]
Do this shit for riz-zeal
Young Money, Rich Gang
Ya heard me, with big ears
You just a crocodile, I drink a full cup of his tears
Can’t recognize you nigga, like Santa cut off his beard
And Tunechi, he gon’ be alright as long as he got his pills
I’m higher than my bitch bills
Stop cryin bout' em', bitch chill
I'm working on that Carter 5, I got this bitch in fith gear
I can't stand these niggas
I'ma lie down or sit still
Get tied down with that fucking steel
At yo eyebrow or fucking grill
Catch you while you layed up, straight up, bunny ears
I shoot yo fucking fade up
Bad chicks don't touch me, if that pussy smell like
Cat fish samon trout or guppies
I ain't tripin on no ho, treat that ho like a servant
I know that ho better know, how to deep throat like a serpent
But lose lips ain't ships, but I just let these hoes worship
She think I'm a window of oppertunity, close curtains
Tune

[Bridge]
If my niggas right then We Alright
If the women right then We Alright
Them dinks on ice then We Alright
If it's these private flights then We Alright
Long as we living right then We Alright
Long as it's high life then We Alright
Cause I love it more than anything
Boy it's money over everything we been alright

[Hook]
Long as my niggas right then We Alright
Long as the women right then We Alright
Long as the drinks are rice then We Alright
Long as these private flights then We Alright
Long as we living right then We Alright
Long as it's high life then We Alright
Cause I love it more than anything
Boy it's money over everything we been alright

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'Streets Raised Me' Lyrics - Billionaire Buck ft. Lil Wayne
Here is Streets Raised Me Lyrics by Billionaire Buck Ft. Lil Wayne

(Verse)
You are now tuned in
Pushed me out the box, you’re tryna keep my tool in
Young swagger on rewind, they letting Mr Cool in
2-40s on my waist, now come the two twins
Big money got me in this new Benz
Got my fake homies hatin, probably need new friends
So I added Benjamins and a bunch of damn Jacksons
So these niggas ain’t free, sup Tony Braxton?
No, I ain’t actin, I ain’t comin with no movie scripts
But if on a roll a director start shootin shit
Skeet got me pumpy, told me Buck just do yo shit
Release me off the leash and watch the beast start chewin shit

(Hook x2)
They hatin, I’m cakin
I’m caked baby, my money on, be crazy
Switchin up my hustle, get this money on the daily
Switchin up my style to get this cake on the daily

(Verse)
Young Tune, no animation
Bitch I do me like masturbation
Young money cash money til I’m killed nigga
Bet my funeral be over packed with real niggas
Started on a black top with a few pieces of crack rock
Now it’s just him pumpin his motherfuckin black rock
Earn my stripes like a motherfuckin black sock
Now it’s like we hit the motherfuckin jackpot
Hurricane Catrina is the motherfuckin back drop
Man you know them niggas got that motherfucker back hot
I’m tryna see how to get that new book, rock black drop
I’m a PI a’ight? A’ight

(Hook x2)
They hatin, I’m cakin
I’m caked baby, my money on, be crazy
Switchin up my hustle, get this money on the daily
Switchin up my style to get this cake on the daily

(Verse)
I’m from the gutter where the lane’s fair
And we keep choppas but niggas ain’t no saints here
Got so many bricks you would thought that nigga Frank’s here
We don’t do no snitchin cus that’ll get you shanked here
Compton California, Murderville be the place we at
We’re the wrong shit, find a pistol where yo face is at
4-5 on me, damn right I got my pistol packed
And if you scared to kill yourself or find whatever makes us that
I be where the races at, victory I’m facin that
Money just to blow and it’s plenty more replacing that
I’m so icy like I’m Gucci Mane
This Gucci that I’m rockin got me fuckin Gucci fans

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'Renaissance Rap (Remix)' Lyrics - Q-Tip ft. Busta Rhymes, Lil Wayne & Raekwon
Here is Renaissance Rap (Remix) Lyrics by Q-Tip Ft. Busta Rhymes, Lil Wayne & Raekwon

[Q-Tip - Intro]
{*imitating Marley Marl}
I don't care who first or who last
I just know y'all betta rock dis at da drop of a dime, baby!
(Renaissance...)
I don't care what chy'all say or what chy'all do
But you got to be finished befo' the music is through...

[Q-Tip - Verse One]
I don't think they heard me, hold up..
..So here we go, now
It be the +Midnight Maurader+ on the scene
Geographically earthed in a place called Queens
I was formed with my principles, way I displayed
When I used to cool out where all the other kids played
Cause I was way too ill, I would hone my skill
Go out in the park and let my chemicals spill
Right there, on Farmers Boulevard, I made my mark
Two dudes, brothers would dip from us, me, and NARCS
And then my, legend would grow on the A-train line
Where rappers would gather to see my blowin nicks and dimes
It was me, Big, Pete, Tanya, and Sa-{?}
When in the heat of the cipher, I was not liable
For all the casualties of the dutty MCs'
I split the train car like Moses did the Red Sea
Get it in ya head, we gon' rock the dead
Night of the living MCs', the weak ones fled
C'mon Bus..

[Busta Rhymes - Verse Two]
Yo, yo, God body, wise intellegence
Smack niggas and wrestle with elephants
My beloved respect my benevolence
Comin like missles, the issue is this
Be the shit you can't rebel against
Then I sniff out you niggas that be hidin in bushes - whassup?
And strangle niggas like poisonous octopuses - shut the fuck up!
Back with hazardous weathers and blizzards
As I spit, stickin out my tongue like an iguana lizard
At you corny niggas, Animal Planet rap, Wildlife
Stabbin you in yo' back wild nice (Ahhhh!)
While I hunt and eat you niggas like food, leavin you bleedin
BEATS - rattle the speakers, like some buffalo stampedin
If you don't understand what I'm sayin
Lyrically I'm like goons acci-DENTALLY beatin you like gorillas playin (Ha ha!)
Bitches know when I spit, I be seducin 'em
Countless money with diamonds that's buried in Jerusalem
The Renaissance {*echoes*}

[Q-Tip: interlude]
{*imitating Marley Marl}
WHOOO, that Busta Rhymes right there
I don'- look like sendin Raekwon in here
Where Raekwon at??

[Raekwon - Verse Three]
Aiyyo, aiyyo, squeezin Johnny Walker neck up in the Benzo freezin
The head-long cock block pumpin is easy
Poison medals on my neck wrists and arms
Louie luggages is bronze, a big bag of D, Happy Kwanz'
Together we the Chi-Lites to twists of the O'Jays
One line from miss'll have you leanin like roach spray
Poison up on holstery, my boys in Mrs., our choice
Booklyn, Shaolin whylin in the Royces
Old Gold at the Golden Globes, my robe hitin the cement
Chef in the buildin, yep and he been
A thousand one goons at the Rumba
Certified clients, drug money and sum'thin up giants
Yo, it's the Tarzan cocaine clan in the area
Guerrillas in Louie hats, the more, the merrier
Take mines, take a hunnid nines
We be runnin out of rhymes, never bullets
Try to front and you mines
Renaissance...

(WHOOOOOOOOOO-WHEEE!!!)

[Lil Wayne - Verse Four]
*clears throat* A-go off...
Let me spaz, let me spaz (c'mon)
Though they call me Weezy F., you gon let me pass
So ahead of my time with my next week ass
Money on the dinner table like let's eat cash
And I do it for the killers and the hunnid dolla billas
And from now on, I don't think you should stunt without a million -
Dollars in the bank, I got money in the bank
Now throw yo' hands in the air if yo' pussy don't stank
You got a bullet and a shank, I got a bullet and a tank
I got fur, in my boots, and the hoody on the minks
Stop sweatin me, you should follow me, I'm directin it
Other fools break it down, I be dissectin it
EVER since I made it up out of middle America
Err'body wanna be in my genital area
Butcha better stay away from my chemical barrier
Weezy, baby, straight out the Cesarean, NUGGUH!!
(What's it called man?) Oh yeah...(Hah?)
"Renaissance Rap"

[Marley-Tip - Outro]
MAN, I ain't gon give y'all my microphone no more!
Cause y'all tear it up when you get it
Lemme see who you have
Now, you have Q-Tip, you have Busta Rhymes
You have Raekwon the Chef, you had Lil Wayne on here
Man, I ain't givin y'all my microphone no mo'
Cause y'all tear it up when you get it
I just said, get a lil' somethin before the beats GO...

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'Good Day' Lyrics - Tyga ft. Lil Wayne & Meek Mill
Here is Good Day Lyrics by Tyga Ft. Lil Wayne & Meek Mill

(Intro)
I ain’t had to kill nobody
I ain’t had to kill nobody

(Bridge)
Today was a good day
I ain’t had to kill nobody
I ain’t had to kill nobody
I ain’t had to kill nobody

(Verse)
T-Raw killa, that nigga catpillar
One hitter, only hit bad bitches that’s thriller
Home king, hot king, YN last king
Nigga sending out shouts, I’mma need a Jordan ring
Fuck you bitches, really mean
Gotti afterlife
Future looking bright, bitches crack tongue on the pipe
I don’t wanna see you twerk, we about that fuck life
Got a Asian hoe, pussy go deep, J right
I’m a dope nigga, give a D, dope dealer
Don’t play with the grave digger, that’s RZA
Aks my bitch, she tell you ain’t no nigga
Like the one I got, big king, gorilla
Bag in my bag like a Philly nigga clip
Came extended grip, armor’s with the ruga, easy ruthless
Nigga with a attitude, my enemies is 2 shits
Don’t give 2 shits but you gon make a nigga pull it
But shit…

(Hook)
Today was a good day
I ain’t had to kill nobody
I ain’t had to kill nobody
Shoot you in yo memory bank, memorize it
Today was a good day
Cuz I ain’t had to kill nobody
No I ain’t had to kill nobody
But I shoot you in yo memory bank, memorize it

(Verse)
Duct tape, duct tape
Cover his mouth with duct tape
Check a nigga like a motherfuckin update
What a safe nigga point to it
I catch a case, I wanna know who threw it
And my main bitches speak fluent
I keep the feds busy
I got the bread, never feed pigeons
Even though I get pissed off I shit on yall
We gon sip champagne I just popped
I can’t stand these niggas, I’m bout to fall
Got my girl her shoes with the spikes, volleyball
Bought the Holygrove, it’s gon be a holocaust
Hoes see me shinin, now they actin like a moth
YMCM dizzy, rhyme always busy
I done got too big headed for the crown to fit me
But I got my niggas with me and we got our skateboards
TCYL, thank thank You Lord
Amen, cuz uh

(Hook)
Today was a good day
I ain’t had to kill nobody
I ain’t had to kill nobody
But I shoot you in yo memory bank, memorize it
Shoot you in yo memory bank, memorize it
Shoot you in yo memory bank, memorize it
But uh today was a good day
I ain’t had to kill nobody

(Verse)
My dawg hit me yesterday, got 15 keys
And he gon let em all go for 15 G’s
Because she wanna work it I look up like bitch please
And I show that hoe up it like you ain’t tryna flip these
Yea I’m back nigga
Sellin all these bricks
And if my homies tell you one you better tell nobody shit
I say I’m back nigga
Rockin all these jewels and I be ridin through my hood like I ain’t got nothing to lose, shit
You think because I rap I won’t go buy them bricks
Give em to my dawg and let him do all kind of shit
Like take a point out, then put a point in
I fuck yo main hoe and all my homies doin that shit
I’m getting money, must be the Iluminati
They think I signed up cuz I just bought a new Ferrari
But they said they want my mind, soul and my body
And I looked at that nigga crazy and then I shot him… bah

(Hook)
Today was a good day
I ain’t had to kill nobody
I ain’t had to kill nobody
But I shoot you in yo memory bank, memorize it
Shoot you in yo memory bank, memorize it
Shoot you in yo memory bank, memorize it
But uh today was a good day
I ain’t had to kill nobody

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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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[Intro: DJ Khaled]
YMCMB, Cash Money Billionaires
more cake. more money, more hustle
we the business, Rich Forever

[Verse 1: Bow Wow]
Smoking kush in my condo
ballin hard, bitch you aint know?
retro 6′s new show laces
at K.O.D. throwin ones in strippers faces
yeah that Ciroc justr got me feeling good
you are stuntin who? boy I know you wish you could
Cash Money, Young Money
I got retarded paper, I'm talkin dumb money
tatted up is an Ohio thing
I aint Tity Boi but IUm rockin 2 Chainz
pour it up, go head and roll it up
walking out the club, drunk as fuck

[Hook X2: Bow Wow]
Hey, stuntin hard yeah we bout that
you say you getting money huh? well I doubt that
all I do is ball, errday
throwin cake in a niggas face, eat it anyway

[Verse 2: Lil Wayne]
…GB on that drink heavy
I run in your fuckin mouth like the tooth fairy
yeah bitch its Tune, I'm dope in a spoon
I drive a fast car, that bitch go puu…
what the business is? All my girls pretty
Pussy, money, weed keep the world spinnin
I ball out like the 9th inning World Series
in name of the Father, Son, the Holy Spirit
and the weed strong, like a pro wrestler
What my pockets on? Nutty Professor
hit the strip club, throw like 20 racks
I aint trippin baby, Im gonna get it back
I'm Young Money

[Hook X2]

[Verse 3: Bow Wow]
I'm on one, yeah Im hot now
tell them hatin ass niggas pi, pipe down
doing a buck twenty on the highway
thick red bone looking like Beyonce
do it for the O, I gotta represent
I hear them clowns talkin stupid they aint talkin sense
I got my mind on my money
dont no how to Dougie, but all the bitches love me

[Hook X2]

[Bridge X4: Bow Wow]
I told ya'll before, nobody cant touch us
Y.M.C.M.B. (unfuckable)

[Hook X2]

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(hook)
let’s get it started,let’s go dumb and retarded
let’s get high as we want and let’s go and burn up a forest
girl there’s other precautions,get the car it’s inside it
let’s put some ice as we watch it redesign your whole body
let all the bitches and bottles, ay bitches and bottles
bitches and bottles ,let all the bitches and bottles
bitches and bottles,bitches and bottles,bitches and bottles
lets get it started

(verse)
i’m pumped up to my nagro say turn down i say nah hoe
my nigga rocking like balboa ,my watching fishes uncalled for
in the same regions on all floors, i got six lats on our auras
they french kiss and say bonjour i got my own shine but i won’t show
i’m stupid rich got stupid bitch ,got stupid and loot it
don’t like me,fuck you again,wanna fight me well come do it
right hand guard on everything i see the hearts on me and they bare lane
i won’t entertain no punk shit, they talk shit and i rush it
and you tryin’ to get what i been there, headed down with like 10 here
i’m to answer this unreal let’s say one album and like 10 mill
plus my swag is stupid low iq gone ,heard nigga bailin’ all try to gone
but when you ballin’ like that dude you know something nigga they don’t like you

(hook)
let’s get it started,let’s go dumb and retarded
let’s get high as we want and let’s go and burn up a forest
girl there’s other precautions,get the car it’s inside it
let’s put some ice as we watch it redesign your whole body
let all the bitches and bottles, ay bitches and bottles
bitches and bottles ,let all the bitches and bottles
bitches and bottles,bitches and bottles,bitches and bottles
lets get it started

(verse)
if some shit would bit you i’m like stick your bee and stick your pussy
sending on like a hundred mill i treat that shit like whoope cushin
ballin’ on them fuck niggers,they on the bench i bench pressing
they hating from the side line ,they pissed off , pissed test the man
i’m on that lane, liquor for the bitches who fucking with me
all i hear is crickets, i got stink up in my swisher
my bitch pussy smells like roses
you on that nally i’m on that mary i’m on that mary
like joseph,man i’m married to this shit
you can call it shit carter ,dick stay up like it got insomnia
all them niggers hating,fuck you in the pussy
the best things in life for free, free my nigga boosie,done

(hook x2)
let’s get it started,let’s go dumb and retarded
let’s get high as we want and let’s go and burn up a forest
girl there’s other precautions,get the car it’s inside it
let’s put some ice as we watch it redesign your whole body
let all the bitches and bottles, ay bitches and bottles
bitches and bottles ,let all the bitches and bottles
bitches and bottles,bitches and bottles,bitches and bottles
lets get it started

(outro)
i make it, i find it and i put his sound
it’s we the best, it’s why i’m seeing b
lil wayne,t.i., future, dj khaled
fuck boy suck a dick
bow down kiss the ring
shit real over here
bitch i’m the biggest mogul in the game
salute

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[intro]
hey turn the music up
it sound like i’m loud as fuck and the music’s not
i don’t like that

[verse 1]
i am sippin’ on that lean, don’t bring me no bottles hoe
i make it rain so hard, flowers grow, hollygrove
four baby mamas, no baby mama drama
bad bitch at home sleepin, i go home and sleep behind her, uh
shout out to my weed man, shout out to my lean man
i’m sittin’ on these muthafuckin’ millions like a beanbag
fuck you, don’t judge me, drug me then love me
eat me some pussy when i got the munchies
i’m trippin’, tell pippen, to beam me up scottie
got pounds of that kush watch me go on a diet
that’s no lie, i’m so high, you pussy ass niggas massengill
i got them yellow xanax, i slipped on a banana peel
trukfit t-shirt, blunt dipped in syrup
pass that weed around like some fuckin’ hors d’oeuvres
man i’m shit faced and your bitch facin’
she high too, fuckin’ right
my number one f-a-n, you know what that mean, fuck all night, ugh

yeah, i’ma let that breathe
let that breathe

[verse 2]
uh, nigga i fucked that bitch that’s with ya
and she send me naked pictures
if i was you i wouldn’t kiss her, you know why?
you know why, yeah, uh, now all my bad bitches say word
you ain’t never jocked no nigga, you ain’t never sweat no nigga
yeah, you don’t want none of these niggas
bitch, i ain’t one of these niggas, ho
i be doin’ my own thing, red bone with a tongue-ring
we get home and she go straight for that head, gun range
fuck your feelings i’m feelin’ me, you want real? that’s real as me
mask on, trick-or-treat, my sign say “dick for free”
all my homies ride or die, all my bitches ride or die
i look her pussy eye-to-eye then suck that muthafucka dry

yes lord
yeah and she say “yes lord”
yeah, dedikation 4, hoe
scoob in this bitch with me?

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[Intro]
Yuck Daddy! Yuck!
Yuck Daddy! Yuck!

[Verse 1: 2 Chainz]
Uh, cut the top off, call it Amber Rose
Just bought a big body, time to paint the toes
Known to act a donkey on the camel-toe
Then take the camel-toe and turn it into casserole
2 Chainz talkin’ on the flake’s phone
Poof! Just like that the whole check gone
Former posturepedic I was slept on
So many chains on it look like my neck gone
My girl came through and brought an extra body
Now that’s an after party for the after party
Two-gun game, all black Ferrari
His and her Armani, put it in a tonic
And yeah, the bread good if the head good
Before benihana’s it was canned goods
Before canned goods it was similac
I’m from where they send sharks then we send ‘em back
A half a million dollars worth of crack money
Wrap your parents up, now you got a black mommy
Yeah I did it, true to my religion
Two guns on me, both with extensions
If you on the pole, play your position
I got enough dough to pay your tuition
Corduroy trues, with the skull cap
I just woke up, tell me where the drugs at
And after the drugs, where the girls at
And after the guns, where the love at
And if it ain’t no love, I’m like fuck that
Nigga I’m so dope, you could catch a fuckin’ contact

[Hook: Lil Wayne]
Good weed, bad bitch
Got these hoes on my dick like Brad Pitt
Woah, I seen it all before
The bitch got a man, but she schemin’ on the low
How it go? It go, fuck them other niggas cause I’m down for my niggas
My homies got the blickers, automatics no clickers
Huh? Codeine, no liquor
Man, life is a bitch, mine is a gold digger
I’m fucked, let’s fuck
She said she on her period, I said, “Yuck”
I called another bopper, I beat it like a copper
Two big chain, one big chopper, bitch

[Verse 3: 2 Chainz]
I got the chopper for the correspondence
The codeine got me standin’ horizontal
I had enough of the broken promises
So I’m in a room full of Pocahontas-es
And this shit is of the meat rack
Weed sack, big car, layin’ with my seat back
We next, weed never left, holla, we back
All this ice on my and my niggas playing freeze tag
Lord forgive me, this my fourth foreign
If you baby daddy lame, you should forewarn him
I come through with the yapper on
Turn that nigga into hot bologna
I’m the type of nigga cop a Rollie, cop a benz, cop a two
Then wear it all to Church, nigga Hallelu’
Uh, I’m from the trap where the block’ll pay you
Me and my nigga pass your ho like a hot potato
I be like you could get her, he be like you could get her
I be like you could have her, he be like you could have her
He be like, it don’t matter, I be like, me neither
Uh, my old school got twenty-sixes on it
And I got you girl kissin’ on me

[Hook]

[Outro]
Yuck Daddy! Yuck!
Yuck Daddy! Yuck!
Yuck-yuck-yuck Daddy!
Two big chain, one big chopper
Two big chain, one big chopper
Two big chain, one big chopper
Two big chain, one big chopper, bitch

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Prepare for take off,
Young money in the front like the pace car
Young told you got the blunt, I need a copilot
Throw the snitches off the jet
They going sky diving
I'm at a skateboard session
Bitch I be so high I can meet George Jetson
Hoes in the cockpit, when truck fit
Jet life, no turbulence

2 x
Don't miss this jet hoe
Don't miss this jet hoe
Don't miss this jet hoe
Don't miss this jet hoe
Talking jet life to the next life
Jet life to the next life
Jet life to the next life
Jet life to the next life

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[Hook] x 2
Don’t miss this jet hoe
Don’t miss this jet hoe
Don’t miss this jet hoe
Don’t miss this jet hoe
Talking jet life to the next life
Jet life to the next life
Jet life to the next life
Jet life to the next life

Couple niggas they die young
Real niggas they die rich
Life’s a slut, dirty hoe,
Either way, I came bits
Came back with 3 females
Porsche out front getting details
That president in that presidential
Big face and that’s detail
Whole thing that’s whole sale
Kush louder than a door bell
Parked up in your town
With the whole flow at the hotel
Trump towers I’m sky high
One wish I got high
Go cask when they carry me
Don’t cry when they bury me
4 whips got no tops
Louie loafers, got no socks
Can’t sleep without the cameras on
On the boat pillows got both…
Condos on top floors,
Back shops for sex hoe
G4’s on runways,
Don’t miss this jet hoe

[Hook] x 2
Don’t miss this jet hoe
Don’t miss this jet hoe
Don’t miss this jet hoe
Don’t miss this jet hoe
Talking jet life to the next life
Jet life to the next life
Jet life to the next life
Jet life to the next life

Top of the mountain,
I’m on top at the moment
I kick the industry going
I made a way for my homies
A couple sucking niggas supposedly plotting on me
Not feelings, more phoneys
Not beef that’s more belony
No time to spend on it
I’m out chasing this money
No time for them monkeys
More salsa, less tony
Your girl wanna hop on it
Can’t hide I bet she want it
Frearri fire 99, your bitch wanna ride my poney

[Hook] x 2
Don’t miss this jet hoe
Don’t miss this jet hoe
Don’t miss this jet hoe
Don’t miss this jet hoe
Talking jet life to the next life
Jet life to the next life
Jet life to the next life
Jet life to the next life
ft Young Jeezy & Lil Wayne

Prepare for take off,
Young money in the front like the pace car
Young … got the blunt, I need a copilot
Throw the snitches off the jet
They going sky diving
I’m at a skateboard session
Bitch I be so high I can meet George Jetson
Hoes in the cockpit, when truck fit
Jet life, no turbulence

[Hook] x 2
Don’t miss this jet hoe
Don’t miss this jet hoe
Don’t miss this jet hoe
Don’t miss this jet hoe
Talking jet life to the next life
Jet life to the next life
Jet life to the next life
Jet life to the next life.

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[Intro: Rick Ross]
Born stunna
I’m a born stunna
Huh born stunna

(Remix Baaaaby)

Money money money money money bags
Money money money bags
Money money money bags
Money money money bags

[Hook: Rick Ross]
Born stunna, born stunna
Flip a hundred keys just to ball all summer
Born stunna, born stunna
I put a hundred karats in the cartier mama
Born stunna, she’s a born stunna
Mercedes coup for the missus if she’s a born stunna
Born stunna, born stunna
Stack a hundred mill and another hundred comin’

[Nicki Minaj]
Born stunna flow
Consistently winning while all you bitches come and go
Oh you mad? You aint headline
You my son and it’s bedtime
I show you bitches how to put together punchlines
It aint working out, it aint crunchtime
Roll a ? up, it’s a chess game, but fuck a Pusha
Out in Tokyo they calling me Nicki-son
Everywhere you go, they calling you Nicki’s son
Coupes and trucks, money bags, Scrooge McDuck

[Hook: Rick Ross]

Money money money money money bags
Money money money bags
Money money money bags
Money money money bags

[Birdman]
Yea, a lot a lot of money bags
The money in the garbage can
Strapped up tight with a hundred bags
Money filthy bitch, we in the money lair
See, we shinin’ like the money can
Since the money came, bitch we throw the money thang
Yea, YMCMG
Lauder Jet been a hustla since I hit the streets
2-50 on the new piece
New condo, 20 thousand square feet
Ballin’, uptown suicide
Born stuntin’, strapped how we livin’ fine

[Hook: Rick Ross]

Money money money money money bags
Money money money bags
Money money money bags
Money money money bags

[Lil Wayne]
I don’t know bout these other, but I’m gettin’ Trukfit money
And I aint never number 2,s o you aint gettin’ shit from me
And you know I’m a boss, so catch me if you can
Blood, I leave a ? bleeding like that nigga got cramps
I got molly, got mary, got white girl, got Keisha
Used to have Trina but I still got nina
Bitch I’m too cold, I’m too coke
I put ya neck in my loophole
I’m too hot, I’m sup’bowl
My money talk, my new bowl
I’m high Jupiter, Pluto
But everybody know I’m from Mars
Keep hatin’, gone make me catch another gun charge
I’m on that good good, floating like Aladdin
Born stunna, stuntin’ like my daddy

[Hook]

Money money money money money bags
Money money money bags
Money money money bags
Money money money bags

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Can’t say I’m not hurt
I beat down if I’m broken
What we had is now hers
Let it go she can have it

Cause I can’t stay here, it ain’t, there’s no love
Yeah I I can’t stay here, ’cause I’ve had enough
Enough of no love, enough of no love
No love!

And I admit that I thought about creeping
So you could get a dose of how I feel
Cause our hearts can’t never seem to break even
But what’s the use of rather pack it up and leaving
Cause here we are again, cause you’re wrong.

..snippet version..

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Good good afternoon call me young tune
I’m D O P N the only one spoon
Good afternoon call me young tune
I’m D O P N the only one spoon
New Orleans lonely and you ain’t seek text spill
rappers slash rocka jazzie like a sex player

Good good afternoon call me young tune
I’m D O P N the only one spoon
New Orleans lonely and you ain’t seek text spill
rappers slash rocka jazzie like a sex player
but I’m an ex player you can ex players
I don’t got stacks (I got..)
out wayers ..kill up
married to the game put the veil up

Choose choose the game goodbye y’all dry
I miss the potatoe here you smoke right
yeah you could check my art ’cause
and they nickname my swag I sharp knives
ha ha, first name I torch wise
last name caught up to rappers I’m Josh five
last name caught up to rappers I’m so five
young moon love baby

Kiss the game goodbye
kiss the game goodbye

kiss the game goodbye
kiss the game goodbye
tell me what’s up?
kiss the game goodbye
kiss the game goodbye

kiss the game goodbye
kiss the game goodbye

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You’re like ice
Icy, feels so nice
Scorching me, you’re so hot hot
Baby your love is so hot hot

Pull up, she been pervin’ like a kitten
Preyin’ your love
I’ve been counting on the days you been gone
They’re too long, patient
Knowing exactly what it is
It lasts, time, and now
When you, come and lay between at this time
Take the ice cube (boy you know what)
Sitting right below my table
And watch what I do
And that’s my favorite angle
My legs are numb now
Your loving be giving me chills

You’re like ice
Icy, feels so nice
Scorching me, you’re so hot hot

You put the pillow

Your lovin’ be givin’ me chills, you’re like ice
Ice, ice baby, shake that thing just like dice baby
…

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love is nice when it’s understood
even nicer when it makes you feel good
you got me trippin’ why our love is old
come on baby, let the good times roll (x5)

[flo rida]
it’s like woodstock city, brand new billion
and bark to the music, sucker than a psychic
my heart beat acoustic, moves like hendrick
walk to a fire, then i flame and kiss it
go hard in my lambo, strikes and a visit
to meeting in the rain, gotta roll with the vision
vision of a good time, all i wanna know
when the party gon’ stop, let the good times roll
come on let’s go, you got another minute
get the party on the roll, ain’t nothing like the feeling
when you’re winning in your soul
the wheel keep spinning, only got one love
stop, stop the show, and stop, stop the flow
the world ain’t ready cause i rock the globe
so act like you know, act like you know
act like you know, just what to do
when the good times roll

love is nice when it’s understood
even nicer when it makes you feel good
you got me trippin’ why our love is old
come on baby, let the good times roll (x5)

[lil wayne verse:]
hey, flo i got you now!
yeah yeah!
take your take your clothes off,
ride it, got drop off
highway to heaven gotta burn the bridge
ribb it .. sweat to tears
yeah, it’s tunechi
with a capital crucifix, yeah!
let the good times go like my weed
sticks on my skateboard, and up my sleves
why mcb truck… else
so many …
and put your mother mother hands in the air,
am i thown this in the electric chair,
yeah!

and let’s go all night, all night
wake up the club and let’s go all out, all out
more drinks for us, toast for the good times
where they last forever, we’re youngs, yeah the good times
raise your glass, let’s all have some fun
come on baby, let the good times roll (x5)

come on baby, come on let the good times roll!

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[hook]
bands a make her dance, bands a make her dance
all these cheaters popping pussies, i’m just popping bands
bands a make her dance, bands a make her dance
these cheaters clappin’, and they ain’t using hands

[juicy j]
short hair, leave me alone. news splash you don’t need a loan
start turking when she hear a song, strip upon her income.
we can’t trippin’, it ain’t some. so nasty when she rollin’
she put that ass up in my hands, i remote control it.
she keep me gone when the roof gone, at the c.o.d. she live with me
she got friends, bring three. i got drugs, i got drinks.
bend it over, juicy j, don’t poke it like we’re pain
you say no to touch the pussy, juicy j came
rags onward, they’re showing rags, i’m throwing rags
in the vip rub it and i’m stretching it
bitch niggas tippin, broke niggas looking
and they’re still in the club if they’re showing pussy

[hook]
bands a make her dance, bands a make her dance
all these cheaters popping pussies, i’m just popping bands
bands a make her dance, bands a make her dance
these cheaters clappin’, and they ain’t using hands

[lil wayne]
submit verse

[hook]
bands a make her dance, bands a make her dance
all these cheaters popping pussies, i’m just popping bands
bands a make her dance, bands a make her dance
these cheaters clappin’, and they ain’t using hands

[juicy j]
down in the lobby, about to hear a magic
throw some on, dig into her, all the mad bitch gon’ like it
speak up, therefore she gonna need a couple of bags
like a broke atm imma spillin all this cash
them niggas in the club don’t be spending shit
20 stacks in one night, i’ll be on trippin’ shit
my crew is paid off, but i’m still paying it
a couple like us pay, she lovin’ this shit.
she making that ass club dancing like she owned it
bring it back up to us, take that so don’t be bitch
up and down she’s going she’s sliding on the pole
making money, stacking them, honey, shall they go

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[Rick Ross]
Drop that pussy bitch

[Drake]
I’m some young Papi, Champagne
They know the face, and they know the name
(Drop that pussy bitch)
What you twerkin’ with?

Work, work, work, work, Bounce (x4)
What you twerkin’ with (x4)

[French Montana]
Work, work, work, work, work, work
What you twerkin’ with
Throw it, buss it open
Show me what you twerkin with
Ass so fun, need a lap dance
I’m in that white ghost chasin’ Pac man
Hundred out the lot, I be leaning thats a rock
Hundred large bring a mop
Cars tinted like Barack
Got a brinks truck in my pocket
30 chains on my collar
2 drops, no mileage
Top off like Wallace
And I’m hella smoke, bitch know that
Filthy rich before rap
Your new deal, I throw that
3 Benz I’m on that
We pop a molly, she buss it open
She seen it, got it, that pussy soaking

[Hook]

[Rick Ross]
I love my big booty bitches
My life a Godfather picture
Local club in my city
I fell in love with a stripper
Bitches know I’m that nigga
Talkin four door Bugatti
I’m the life of the party lets get these hoes on the Molly
You know I came to stunt
So drop that pussy bitch
I got what you want
Drop that pussy bitch
Feel me, feel me
This bitch want me to feel me
Ballin’, ballin’ like I play for New England
Spend it, spend it, spend a stack every minute
Thats 50, 100, I see no fucking limits
Shout out to Uncle Luke
Shout out my bitchs too
We the 2 Live Crew
2 for me, 2 for you
Feed them bitches carrots
Fuck ‘em like a rabbit
Sorry thats a habit
Smoke a spliff and then I vanish

[Hook]

[Drake verse]
I’m about being single, seeing double, making triple
I hope you pussy niggas hating never make a nickel
It’s good to make it better when your people make it with you
Money coming, money going, ain’t like you can take it with you
It’s about to be a hit right now, fuck back then, we the shit right now
Dropped ‘Take Care’, bought a muthafuckin’ crib
And I’m picking up the keys to the bitch right now
OVO that’s major shit, Toronto with me that’s Mayor shit
Gettin cheddar packs like KD, OKC that’s playa shit
We don’t dress alike, we don’t rap alike
I shine different, I rhyme different
Only thing you got is some years on me
Man, fuck you and your time difference
I’m young Papi, champagne
They know the face, and they know the name
Got one watch that could probably pay for like all your chains
And you’d owe me change, ah!
Greystone, 20 bottles that’s on me
On the couches, wildin’ out
Yelling “free my niggas” ’till they all free
One of my closest dawgs got 3 kids and they all 3
But we always been the type of crew that been good without a plan B

[Hook]

[Lil' Wayne]
Biiiitch, Stop talkin’ that shit
And suck a nigga dick for some Trukfit
Okay I fuck a bitch and I’m gone
That’s gangsta ass Capone
I make that pussy spit like bone
Talkin’ bout Bone, bone, bone, bone
I’m fucking wit’ French, excuse my French
I lose my mind before I lose my bitch
Money aint a thing but it’s
Bitch I ball like 2 eyelids
YMCM-beat that pussy up
Stop playin’, I make her ass scream and holla, like rock bands
I’mma beast, I’m off the leash
I am rich like a bitch
On my pro-active shit
Pop that pussy like a zit
I go by the name Lil Tunechi
Your girl is a groupie
And nigga, you’s a square
And I would twist you like a rubix
Motherfucker I’m on my skateboard
Watch me do a trick hoe
I’m 5′ 5” but I could 6-9
Then beat that pussy like Klistcko
It’s French Montana, fuck joe
It’s Weezy F, fuck hoes
It’s Truk the world
It’s Truk yo girl
It’s Trukfit by the truck load, biaaaatch

[Hook]

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I know what girls like, I know what they want
I know what girls like, so I’mma give it to ‘em!
Chris, I got you!

OK! You see F baby… on my underwear
Baby, I’m a beast and your boyfriend a gummy bear
What can I at least put some kisses on you under there
Man, it ain’t my fault, I want you bad…
Hundred millionaire, I take you anywhere
I put a ring on it, can’t make you really care
Now what’s really good, it’s… baby
Yeah! Guns, and roses and tulips, baby!
I do this baby, now come and do it to me
Because I’m right, I’m right, I know I’m in it!
And I don’t ride with your ass
And if you’re falling off after tonight, it’s your bad!

She like it over here, she like it the way I do it
She want to lay back, so I put it on to it
(I know what you girl like, I know what you girl want
I know what you girl like!)
She says she like it…
Shouting like a boss, so let’s…
(I know what you girl like, I know what you girl want
I know what you girl like!)
And I hear she got a man at home
And when he calls she don’t pick up the phone
Cause he don’t give her what I do
So I’m back to you!

What you gonna do?
She wanna make me her boo
She wanna say never go
So I’m letting you go!
I know what you girls like,
I know what you girls want
I know what you girls like
And I’m the only one to make you say oh, oh, oh
I’m just letting you know oh, oh, oh

Chorus:
I know what you girls like
I know what they want
I know what girls like
And I’m the only one to say oh, oh, oh
I know what you girls like,
I know what they want
I know what girls like
And I’m the only one to make you say oh, oh, oh

She like to get Chris.. every time she see me
… cause her lips are shaking
I know what you girls like,
I know what you girls like,
I know what you girls want
I know what you girls like
She … ups and down, can’t get enough of it
She can break it down every time we’re busy
I know what you girls like,
I know what you girls want
I know what you girls like

When I hear she got a man at home
But when he call she turns up the phone
Cause he don’t give her what I do
So I’m back to you

What you gonna do, hey?
She wanna make me her boo
She wanna make me her boo
She wanna say never go
So I’m letting you know

Chorus:
I know what you girls like
I know what they want
I know what girls like
And I’m the only one to say oh, oh, oh
I know what you girls like,
I know what they want
I know what girls like
And I’m the only one to make you say oh, oh, oh
I know what you girls like,
I know what you girls want
I know what you girls like

Only try to keep it real
I keep telling her to chill
I can’t keep her off my dick
So what you want me to do about it?
You keep … forgetting what’s…
And I can’t deny it what she’s asking me
Hey, cause I know what she wants
So tell me what you gonna do about it!

What you gonna do, hey?
She wanna make me her boo
She wanna say never go
So I’m letting you know

Chorus:
I know what you girls like
I know what you girls want
I know what you girls like
And I’m the only one to say oh, oh, oh
I’m just letting you know
I know what girls like, I know what they want
And I’m the only one to make us say oh
I know what you girls like
I know what you girls want
I know what you girls like

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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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