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Chorus:
Hey, where’s your girlfriend?
You’re looking man
I’m going so sexy,
I thought you never seen a girl like me
Getting loose this is what I wanna do
So tell me… you know I’ll keep you up all night
She said she boom, she boom, yeah, yeah
She boom, she boom, yeah, yeah she boom
She boom, she boom, yeah, yeah she boom

Mesmerize by that body
Saw you all the way across the lobby
..if we can have a party cause we can have a private party
Tell me girl, are you nice or naughty
Cause I ain’t looking for a wife tonight
Chill out girl, it will be alright
Don’t tell nobody, cause it’s just one night
Cause I got the style, the ..the girl’s…
Is that why, you asked why
Enough about me, let’s talk about you
What you liking, what you on to
..the best of what you’ll do
..and not how are you
You’re the main attraction, I need a preview
What you want girl, make it…

Chorus:
Hey, where’s your girlfriend?
You’re looking man
I’m going so sexy,
I thought you never seen a girl like me
Getting loose this is what I wanna do
So tell me… you know I’ll keep you up all night
She said she boom, she boom, yeah, yeah
She boom, she boom, yeah, yeah she boom
She boom, she boom, yeah, yeah she boom

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'Lay Down (Smoked)' Lyrics - 50 Cent (Ft. Ned The Wino)
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Move the fuck out the way,
This might be … today
Don’t wanna play now
I’m on the road, that’s where I plan to stay
Forget the badge you made, and lay down

Nigga better watch what the fuck you say to me
Tricks are for kids don’t play with me
You’ll get smoked, I ain’t for the bullshit
Got the chrome bulldog for that bullshit
…nigga it’s ok with me, never fall but always stay with me
You’ll get smoked, I ain’t for the bullshit
44 bulldog for that bullshit

Nigga that was my mama crack spot, I got birth rights
I lay a nigga out on the turf nice
Fuck a fist fight
Shit shift all of sudden, duke…curtain
Lord have mercy, jesus, lord have mercy
I bet this hurts you like it hurts me, it hurts
Hard as hell when that gunpowder burning
What goes around don’t come around
When I’m putting work in
Nigga swallow your pride and run … stick around…

Move the fuck out the way,
This might be … today
Don’t wanna play now
I’m on the road, that’s where I plan to stay
Forget the badge you made, and lay down

I don’t know you what the fuck you wanna say to me
I’m telling you niggas don’t play with me
You’ll get smoked, I ain’t for the bullshit
Got the chrome bulldog for that bullshit
Body on the ground it’s ok with me
I make examples so niggas don’t play with me
You’ll get smoked, I ain’t for the bullshit
44 bulldog for that bullshit

I got a gun fetish, choppa in the trunk
I shoot a duck flying right out the sky
… a nigga 8 out of 8 of moving targets
16 in the clip, I’ll dump them all in your whip
You think I’m joking, I’m not
You’ll find out when that Glock get to dumping
And your back get hot
I got a temper, you don’t wanna test my patience
And end up doc’s new patient, stump your head on the pavement
You try and come at me on some wave shit

Move the fuck out the way,
This might be … today
Don’t wanna play now
I’m on the road, that’s where I plan to stay
Forget the badge you made, and lay down.

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'When I Pop The Trunk' Lyrics - 50 Cent (Ft. Kidd Kidd)
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Nigga no wait, no time box, no funeral
Just 9 shots, take top 5, plus … 4
You got 50, out of war

Who I’m abouts, with my ops, they wanna dump him
I wanna dump him
It’s click clack pop pop when I pop the trunk
It’s click clack pop pop when I pop the trunk X 2

Think I got him, 10 shots, follow the trail of the blood drops
Fuck the police, better talk to a lawyer
Nigga you bleeding bad, yeah, you bleeding bad
Your Rolex soaked, like the cortex in your neck
It’s gonna get dark
Where’s the cops when you fucking need them?
That blood feeling your lungs boy I see you weezing
The harder you tryna run you mug leaking
You could have found something better to do this weekend
I got an … burn your face off properly
Guns ammo, knife Rambo,
Nightmare, wake up on right there
You hellbound, hell yea

Who I’m abouts, with my ops, they wanna dump him
I wanna dump him
It’s click clack pop pop when I pop the trunk
It’s click clack pop pop when I pop the trunk X 2

Talk that shit now I love it when you front
Eating all that pussy guess cat got your tongue
Open up your mouth when …
…out the back of your neck like raise the …
I’m too small to fight you can swing all you want
I box with the ox, you drop, I swing once
This is a sad scene, at least you die happy
Next lick eater looking like you was smiling at me
Tell a nigga…bitch I’m from…street
If you holler gangsta shit, come get at me
I sprint like athletes in the …league

Who I’m abouts, with my ops, they wanna dump him
I wanna dump him
It’s click clack pop pop when I pop the trunk
It’s click clack pop pop when I pop the trunk X 2

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If she’s your number one, and if she’s your everything
Why would you pick up the phone when I call to talk to me?

You know you won’t play with a nigger
I fly out to spend the day with a nigger
First flight, front seat and first class…
So you’ll be fit for a king
When you step on the scene it’s Alexander McQueen
It’s a ghetto fairy tale, I’ll be your night in shining armor
Bright light, city life, I’m sure you… New York would be
From mad dogs… to the expensive shit
..till my nickname sets fifth
Madison ain’t my friend, baby I … your smile
Myself wanna capture the moment
When you … I’mma just shoot that over.
Your brown eyes, them chocolate thighs
Make me wanna sing good Lord,
Is this Adam and Eve happening again?

We could get all day, all night, twisted up, get right
…that Cush, in my hood so good, roll it up…
..now you’re in my world, now you’re in my world!

Listen Shawty, this is my forplay without the touching,
You can say it’s my fault.. I feel you coming
..I make you wanna take your clothes off
Twenty twenty… I’m feeling that car…
I want the best, can you be the best for me
Can my vision and your ambition make the perfect receipt
Let’s take a walk on the wild side and…
And my mind ten times, I don’t…
So if you’re thinking what I’m thinking, let me know…
I’m a gambler man, talking about life not dicing
And I look in your eyes.. going down tonight
You can show me what you’re into
As I get into, kissing, licking, switching position, acting like a nympho
Round after round, I show you how I put it down…

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My swag on ten I gets the green
People always saying that the hell is that mean?

First it was the Glock going hand to hand
Then I got to moving the gram by gram
Your boy get bread, that’s without a doubt
One by one, I knocks them out

I get that paper nigga, I get that paper
Benz on chrome shoes, crib sitting on mad acres
If I don’t get it on this time, I’ll get it on the next flip
Ball blowing them bottles and creep off with the next bitch
It’s recreation all, when it’s nothing to do
Fuck up a hater or two, or send a nigga at you
Gem star will scratch you, … you’re just a rapper
In fact, you’re a regular rapper
Say the wrong line and I’ll get your ass wrapped up
Bass line bumping, whole spot dumping
Like … to my niggas, get the …pumping
I blow bread nigga, heavy bread
It was rip to big now heavy dead
Now all the fat bitches ask if it was something…

My swag on ten I gets the green
People always saying what the hell is that mean?
I get, gets the bread, I blow, I blows the bread
My swag on ten I gets the green
People always saying that the hell is that mean?
My swag on ten I gets the green
People always saying what the hell is that mean?
I get, gets the bread, I blow, I blows the bread
I get, gets the bread, I blow, I blows the bread

And I be swagging all day, I be swagging all day
I’m from NY, but I fuck with…
When I’m out in the bay feels like home sweet home
Now niggas can’t fuck with the shit I’m on
Warrup…don’t get it fucked up
A nigga spot pumping out, get you stuck up
Out of habit, I got bad habits
Sem autos, and fully automatics
Click clack it, ra-ta-ta-tat it,
Clap clap shit, reload, clap clap shit
I been doing this I don’t need practice
I been doing this I don’t need practice

My swag on ten I gets the green
People always saying what the hell is that mean?
I get, gets the bread, I blow, I blows the bread
My swag on ten I gets the green
People always saying that the hell is that mean?
My swag on ten I gets the green
People always saying what the hell is that mean?
I get, gets the bread, I blow, I blows the bread
I get, gets the bread, I blow, I blows the bread.

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[intro: rick ross]
this shit is highly sophisticated i just make it look easy nigga
follow me

[verse 1: rick ross]
i’m so sophisticated
to get a verse from me, you gotta be initiated
to get a purse from me, she gotta be sophisticated
purchase a whip from me and never miss a single payment
i’m from the city where the muslims even christians hate it
even the black folk hate to see another nigga made it
tell all them pussies to chill, champagne refrigerated
just bought a chopper ‘cause the last one, got it confiscated
counting a hundred mill so many times, i contemplated
you wanna be the hottest but that shit get complicated
i pull your card, i know you’re pussy by your conversation
show you the safe, you’ll have to kill me for that combination
made another two milli just off the compilation
i just hit a lick, i’m telling you this shit amazing
got a white bitch, she fucking me just like she jamaican
sippin’ purple and that muthafucker concentrated
this for my niggas in them prisons, overpopulated

[hook: rick ross]
this the mob so you gotta get initiated
if you a mob, then you gotta make an issue payment
we going hard, run it back just like it’s walter payton
the game’s sweet, gave all my niggas an occupation (ugh)
we so sophisticated (ugh)
shit so sophisticated (woop)
hundred millionaires, guess you made it (ugh)

[verse 2: rick ross]
i’m so sophisticated
smoking weed, busting open dolla liquor later
i bust her open then i tell her i’ma lick her later
pull out the stick and spray that bitch just like it’s activator
time to lay down these niggas who still be masquerading
we know you pussies, so you got my niggas masturbating
round of applause ‘cause them choppers be so captivating
so sophisticated ‘cause them hits be calculated
put yo dick in the dirt, now you decapitated
i’m getting money so you’ll never hear me talking petty
tatted on my stomach, rich forever, makaveli
fifty million, hundred million, it’s accumulating
i’m the hottest and these other niggas cooling, ain’t it
i got a bitch i’m fucking that you see on bet
my lil’ haiti shooters will have yo ass on tmz
breaking news and we still get them for 10 a key
and if he faking, fuck him, tell them niggas “c’est la vie”

[hook]

[verse 3: meek mill]
shittin’ on these haters, ball hard d-waders
ever since i got money, e’rybody need favors
that’s why i ain’t got no homies, and i ain’t got no neighbors
but i be on my grind like i ain’t got no paper
but i’m so rich and i got yo bitch
all in my whip and she all on my dick
with a hand on my stick, tryna live in my crib
‘cause i handle my shit like a candle got lit
‘cause i burn shit down, yea i’m in my bag
and these nigg** so mad it’s my turn now
and i get that cash, my bitch so bad, she know sophisticated
i’m balling hard, fucking bitches and ain’t got shit for haters
i hang my arm out the window now watch me get the paper
my neck so frosty, you frauding, yo shit refrigerator
boy you an imitator
you ain’t got no m’s in yo account, i never ask my amount
treat that bad bitch like a bad check ’cause i cash that and i bounce
i ain’t never had shit but i grab shit and i cashed out on that ounce
and i flipped that to a bird and bounced back like word

[hook]

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we are one, tonight
and we’re breathing in the same air
so turn up the love, turn up the love
we’re turning up the love
turn it up now!

get it popping, hop the molly
dirt bass with so baddy body
too legit we can’t quit the party
super freaks, no illuminati
so one, two, hit the booze
you know you 2, nothing to loose
so ready, loose, cause the sheep gonna sleep like
pa pa pa pa
drop low to the low, v.e. gotta get more
so clap your hands, clap, clap your hands
i got nothing but love to give
turnt up you don’t hear me though
here’s a love for your stereo
so clap your hands, clap, clap your hands
i got nothing but love to give

we are one, tonight
and we’re breathing in the same air
so turn up the love, turn up the love
we’re turning up the love
turn it up now!

go ahead now floss your love like a …
dirty bass will make your pussy fall
if you …low, on the floor, i got a crew that will handle that cookie jar
damn, i ain’t tryna be rude
spread love like … u plus 2…
like pa pa pa pa pa pa
drop low to the low, v.e. gotta get more
so clap your hands, clap, clap your hands
i got nothing but love to give
turnt up you don’t hear me though
here’s a love for your stereo
so clap your hands, clap, clap your hands
like pa pa pa pa pa pa

turn me on like this your song
dirty bass got love to give
turn it up now,
mad monopoly all night long
dirty bass got love to give
let me see that grill from ear to ear
so much loving in the atmosphere
the good times roll with me right here
i got nothing but love to give

we are one, tonight
and we’re breathing in the same air
so turn up the love, turn up the love
we’re turning up the love
turn it up now!

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