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'Ball' Lyrics - Rick Ross (Ft. Gunplay)
Here is Ball Lyrics by Rick Ross Ft. Gunplay

[Intro: Rick Ross]
Mastermind, nigga
Money bag, shorty, I’mma take over all this shit
I put that money on you, nigga,
your own brother’ll do you, you hear me?
Yeah you, nigga
At your granddaddy’s house

[Verse 1: Rick Ross]
Ridin’ with a model, a prize, she can swallow
Tat my name on her any nigga got a problem
Crib big as Lennox, fuck goin’ shoppin’
Throw a couple dollars, you can’t compare papi
Bitch you know I got it, I could get you waxed
Dirty-ass nigga do your ass for a stack
White Reeboks – I ride in the Porsche
Gladys Knight, hazard lights, got a bag for your boy
RIP Jean, rest in peace Deemy D
ATL legends when it came to the green
Wanna start a war with them Miami boys
Fuck around and just make your granddaddy house explode
(At your granddaddy house, nigga)
(Nigga, I put a million on you)
(Had to do ya at your granddaddy house, nigga)

[Hook 1]
Boss, boss, boss, boss, boss, boss, boss, boss, boss
Boss, boss, boss, boss, boss, boss, boss, boss, boss

[Verse 2: Gunplay]
(Double M G, nigga, we run this shit – fuck)
(Maybach Music)
(Maybach Music)
Hundred hoes in the house and they all fuckin’
Watch dog-ass Gunplay ball again
I don’t see these motherfuckers, they small as hell
Two places I ain’t goin’ – broke and jail
You think you really run this hit until you run into me
We can turn this into whatever you want it to be
I got a bitch in the bed, I got fee in the safe
So much fee in the safe, she let me pee in her face
I need a cunt and a blunt, everyday of the month
It’s a full-time job not to trigger you up
I know all y’all hatin’, I’m the nigga you love
Fresh out the cuff spot and fill up the club
You say you got hoes, nigga, how many?
Show me one and I bet I’ve been all in it
Every day since then she been callin’ me
I was all in that pussy smokin’ Paul Lemon

[Hook 2]
Ball, ball, ball, ball, ball, ball
Ball, ball, ball, ball, ball
I got a bottle, got a model, got a molly, got a blunt

[Verse 3: T.I.]
The club full of bad bitches and they came to play
Okay it must be your hair cause it ain't your face
Now if you lookin’ for them bottles and them stacks girl
Then make your way up to my section where it’s at girl
Okay now do you wanna kick it with a nigga with a meal ticket
Broke nigga looking mad, they just gotta deal with it
Get right hoe – roll a dice hoe
And you ain't gotta be a dyke ‘cause you like hoes
But everyday I step behind the wall
I do it big, ride fly, stunt, shine and ball
I got a bunch of money, so come and get it from me
And a bucket full of bottles, bust it open
If you wanna get…

[Hook 3]
This club so packed, these hoes so drunk
This club so packed, these hoes so drunk
This club so packed, these hoes so drunk
I got a bottle, got a model, got a molly, got a blunt
Ball, ball, ball, ball, ball, ball
Ball, ball, ball, ball, ball
I got a bottle, got a model, got a molly, got a blunt

[Verse 4: Lil’ Wayne]
Ain’t no nigga like the Young Money nigga
Pop that pussy like a gun, pull the trigger
Shake that ass like a salt shaker
I keep a L lit up like a elevator
Bitch shake it like a dog, hop like a frog, ride it like a horse
I throw that dick like darts
Drink all muddy, flag all bloody
I’m killin’ these hoes like that nigga Ted Bundy
I’m a good lookin’ rapper, I ain’t tryna stunt
I’mma fire my blunt like Donald Trump
Where you at hoe? Where you at hoe?
Can a nigga stick his key up in your back door
Tunechi

[Hook 4]
This club so packed, these hoes so drunk
This club so packed, these hoes so drunk
This club so packed, these hoes so drunk
I got a bottle, got a model, got a molly, got a blunt

[Verse 5: T.I.]
And do the thing in slow motion like Soulja Slim
And come around, wipe me down like Boosie and them
Back that thang up for me, show me that you love me
If it’s really too much for you you can bring a couple buddies
Everyday I do my thang, big stones and chains
She let me drill all in her mouth, no Novocaine
Them other broke niggas, all they did was told ya thangs
I could get ya on that G4 and show ya thangs
I like my women fat-assed, pretty toes and things
Long hair don't care as long as none down there
If it’s manicured I can have fun down there
Take you to whatever club, throw some money in the air

[Hook 3]

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'Fo Real' Lyrics - Future ATL (Ft. Drake)
Here is Fo Real Lyrics by Future ATL Ft. Drake

[Hook: Future]
It’s over 25 girls in my section
Let’s make a movie tonight, you won’t regret
For real…
For real…
You know the money bring the cars and the cars bring the hoes
Rockstar life, that’s how it goes
For real…
For real…

[Bridge: Future]
Who got that drink in here, who got that drink?
They wanna pop champagne, they wanna drink
For real…
For real…

[Verse 1: Future]
They wish they was rockstars like us
I bet you they wish they could get fly like us
The same gang of niggas in here with money on us
We got them mollies in here, they mix that Xan and that tusk
Ain’t go to church this Sunday but I had church
I paid my tides with them strippers, bought the bitch a purse
I’m on a whole other planet, never on the Earth
I brought my whole hood with me and we goin’ berserk

[Bridge: Future]

[Hook: Future]

[Verse 2: Drake]
Even though I used to act, man this shit is not an act, nigga
I have never lied on a track, on facts, nigga
A lot of people willin’ to back that, and if you backtrack
I spoke about this comin’ to fruition in my raps, nigga
Yeah – then it happened, nigga, what’s up, nigga?
You just jealous, you just better shut the fuck up
This that I been on the road shit, I’m back on my old shit
416, we know your bitch, that Freebandz OVO shit, for real

[Bridge: Future]

[Hook: Future]

[Verse 3: Future]
I be splurgin’, Christian Dior, I got Chanel on order
I met that girl and had to spoil her ‘cause that girl’s so loyal
I met her when she was a dime and turned into a quarter
We drank champagne just like it’s water, drink that liquor like water
Nigga told me: hoe bitch – that’s when I went hard
I bought some guns, I bought some ice and bought some more lawyers
You try and take what I done sacrificed and worked hard for
I’m in that mode, I’m in that zone like when a nigga raw
I’m celebratin’ every day, goddamn it I could be starvin’
Let’s have a toast to all my niggas runnin’ up in apartments
We had a good year this year, we made a lot of fortunes
And we very fortunate…

[Bridge: Future]

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'His and Her Ferraris' Lyrics - Curren$y
Here is His and Her Ferraris Lyrics by Curren$y

[Verse]
His and her Ferraris, she was there when I started
Rolled with me when I wasn't sure where I was going
Saw a king in me, knew my crown was coming
Carry me like royalty, back when I had nothing
Now a nigga stunting and them angry fuckers grumpy
She be wanted to spend her bread to get them niggas wacked for me
I ain't tripping off them simpleton honey, I think it's funny
How your partner go on to plotting and then they be wanting to pop ya
I keep my circle tight, earth, wind, fire
My bitch, my weed, my lighter, night rider driving
Music at a cool volume I don't think they more higher
Then us, if you ain't pass the stars then you right by one
Got a fresh pardon to death, jet life and it's the set
Married to the mob, 25 thousand dollars
Baby that's not no dress, that's a gown
Look good on ya but it would look way better on the ground

[Hook]x2
His and her Ferraris she was there when I started
Roll with me when I wasn't sure where I was going

[Verse]
His and her Ferraris she was there when I started
Never question me stepping in, 4 in the morning
Respected my hustle, knew the kid had to be gone
Wasn't right how I left you lonely but that's how it is baby girl
When you chose a man that's hungry
Common sense to want somebody that wants some shit
I want all of this, whatever comith to me and whatever they was gon' get
If they hating on me, fuck them niggas, that's just how I feel
Smoking that fully automatic with no safety on it, chill
Dangerous OG and medical label on it for real
Dress sharply like the Taylor Tate razor army
Made the papers all about how I make paper homie
A couple of ladies, I'm kinda player, don't let that phase ya
Want another one, when we land we'll be in Las Vegas
Call your home girls tell ‘em you made it
Fuck that, fly your home girls in tell ‘em you major we made it

[Outro]
L lfe, his and her Ferrari she was there when I started
His and her Ferrari she was there when I started
Roll with me when I wasn't sure where I was going
His and her Ferrari she was there when I

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'Riot' Lyrics - Slum Village (Ft. Joe Scudda, Rapper Big Pooh, Kam Corvet & T3)
Here is Riot Lyrics by Slum Village Ft. Joe Scudda, Rapper Big Pooh, Kam Corvet & T3

I set it off like I'm F Gary Gray
I step up the scene niggas had nothing to say
bite your tongue, keep quiet I starve riots,
homies this ain't recess, if you feel the way, hit that E Jack,
reject pity, 'cause I'ma be back, they snippin with the sea pack,
see racks to destroy tracks,
this ain't B boy rap, this ain't D boy trap,
ain't seen more black, tell em prease this smack,
they setting traps all the time, study to all the rhyme
you're ready to order mine, I swore like colon bime,
I'm doing just fine without the others,
go ask my brother, and when you see my nieces tell em uncle time is level
the long in this four call the room pad it,
when nothing really matters, put the matter I had it,
my eagle bitch shout it, prime been bout it,
my heart been brune, so much I turn addict,
a glucking for the pain, I'm motherfucking shame,
with the nigga go through before he really wanna change
I'm really wanna hang the old me but the new me with the survive the old me
listen closely, rappers don't approach me,
trickers tryin to brose me,
but I still land it like I drop down on four feet,
say nothing drowns beat, I'm nothing on steam,
..party yours when this is the dram team, motherf*cker.

Oh ohh, oh ohh

Check!
post it up in the corner, homie you're born of
whole game is there, call up the corner,
9-11 on the dial, see you're looking fowl,
walked out with the frown, left out with a smile,
addict two, like f*ck em all,
..to a pieces f*ck em all, no time for it,
got a crime for it, giant hand..no script but I'm on a line for it,
damn, tell me they couldn't read it,
roll without 7 they told em they couldn't beat it,
sculpted up all cast so cold to fridge it,
cast in their feelings, so mad they're living
watch out living, now they wanna imitate,
a cube to game intimidate, 'cause I refuse do a similate
with the in crowd, yeah I'm a rebel and I've been proud
before I am, and where I stand is a man forever..
and hold out nuts in my hand,
do again but I..fuck that many plan and the style.

Appreciate me while I'm still here,
and do a map of trick, disappear out my ocular,
respect drum can't see with binoculars,
hold life, should have put it in the journal
read it at night, small light not eternal,
I'm like a wild sky, left the truth lies,
call me in the mix cause so much ..lies,
ain't talking bout the grip, no I'm talking bout god
to name shit the same to me, you're stepping 9 to 9
yeah y'all nigga make believe fairy tale, our love us
can't stand I had for us so parallel weather
even though we stay and float like a..
yeah I saw my faults and I come through it
so flue it, now nigga time cruise it, yeah
get on my level kid you know what I get it the
but instead dog I stack green pyramids.

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'Live Wires' Lyrics - Progress (Ft. Reks, Termanology, Slaine & Ea$y Money)
Here is Live Wires Lyrics by Progress Ft. Reks, Termanology, Slaine & Ea$y Money

Do anything at any given time
A live wire, you need niggas like that around

I’m back on my nick cage
And leaving lies fagots ways
And 5th the irish whiskey hokal
With the heart of gold and a bag of haze
Fuck swag, slainy got her swagging on the agavate
Atitude when executing, if I don’t leave this fagots
Ate apparently
I prove too much of force to be held
Wonder war but unfortunately cost me as well
If I’m buying them I’m buying don’t force me to sell
I maim in the name of heaven, till I’m scorching in hell
My life is lived amongst the chosen, my gifts are possesed
But I’m …obsessed, stuck with all the sick shit, I guess
Years ago I had a death wish with a pistol, depressed
And I ain’t had nothing but trust me, I done risked it for less
Now my story is told, is urban legend of those
Who live in the cold, cocaine drips in they nose
And I spose I have rose, above most of my foes
Look me in the eyes, it’s like beeing close to the a cause

I keep shake gutter, I don’t be doing them dances
My flow similar to front doors, put you in trances
Raised on 90’s rap, so whenever I perform
You hear hip hop in its pure forst
23 defense, I am in the zone
Even when I am one deep, I am not alone
What that there means? I’m riding with the chrome
My dogs co signed, like I’m apllying for a loan
Still mad cats from the same hood I represent me
You think they would represent me
But I took a pound, couple rounds lay them suckers down
Never stuck my dick in the circle, nah, I don’t fuck around
Lift skirts like a female thief
On these internet gangsters who email beef
You dying to get some of these figures
Too much bread, you never calculate to sum up these figures

Time is up, my time is now
Seen the, wanna be thugs, the all day dreamers
Niggas get beat up, in 192 when we meet up
Hostage the leader, while we roll the weed up
Niggas never earn stripes like adidas
I rep my block, give a fuck who don’t need us
12 cribs holding heaters
Millimiters will put your feet up
Like passing through with the vacuum cleaner
I’ma brew street warrior, that’s my damn team
Professional shooters with good aim no beam
Always on the scene, spittin more than 16
While niggas at home tryina keep they sneaks clean
Niggas act tough but they scared inside
Ship one off, you be the first to testify
Supposed to be real, the fuck happened to your pride?
Claiming that you ride, money scared nigga, petrified

Ain’t no struggle with that progress
God bless these bars I orchestrate
While y’all rest, uses terminology to leave em slain honest
Money wasn’t easy, my family nicky from breast
Pest control slept with rats and roach, home infested
Got with a slick click quick with chose to throw a message
Poems, epics, to know to show the homies exits
It’s ain’t just trap or die, rappers my magnify, ing glass
At last, I see it’s bigger than my add, deeper than death
From out the speaker let, my voice, live wire
Electrify the set, good choice of the pourist populated
If I in the …players press play and zoom
Let the rhythm consume and take ya
Where outta space is loom haters no room I gave ya
I write these bars like I’m still in the bottom rotting
Niggas relate, a alikes, can’t be forgotten

A true live wire, inspired by my society
Driving through the city, police checks sobriety
My ebt call my former id
Cook like george forman, perform like r lee
Live, wire to the wire tap, marijuana medicine
Fire order…yeah I made this beat
But you won’t see a dime of that
I’m stacking up my cream and I ain’t even tryina rap
I’m tryina act, make beats, direct videos
Run a rap label and stay hood political
Live like the third rail kimo l
Kill em all, cause dead man sing no tales
If you got a big gun but you ain’t down to shoot it
Just find you a live wire, the block’s always recruiting
I’m stupid with getting loose, shooters stay in my crew
Cause lucifer’s in my roots, bring death to y’all too.

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'Who You Rollin Wit' Lyrics - Mach Five (Ft. Trinidad James)
Here is Who You Rollin Wit Lyrics by Mach Five Ft. Trinidad James

Nigga, who you're rollin with?
Nigga, who you're rollin with?
Nigga, who you're rollin with?
Nigga, who you're rollin with?
Nigga, who you're rollin with?
Nigga, who you're rollin with?
Nigga, who you're rollin with?
Nigga, who you're rollin with?
Nigga, who you're rollin with?
Nigga, who you're rollin with?
Nigga, who you're rollin with?
Nigga, who you're rollin with?

Bitch, you start by…
I pop the molly, got in the booze,
Then start spitting that fine
And now nigga, I ain't lying
I ain't made it yet, but I'm trying
Would you look it forth? who craving, molly?
But I fuck niggas who by?
I'm your favorite club supply
My cousin got that 40 cal and in the day a nigga to try
I put that on everything, fuck nigga, you're dying!
But I ain't about that… shit
I rather keep shit with
Your bitch is… with dope talk and decent!

Nigga, who you're rollin with?
Nigga, who you're rollin with?
Nigga, who you're rollin with?
Nigga, who you're rollin with?
Nigga, who you're rollin with?
Nigga, who you're rollin with?
Nigga, who you're rollin with?
Nigga, who you're rollin with?
Nigga, who you're rollin with?
Nigga, who you're rollin with?
Nigga, who you're rollin with?
Nigga, who you're rollin with?

Who you're rolling with? It's time to represent
My chick's so elegant, I'm feeling like the President!
Motherfuck the government, kill an undercover cop
I'll be out, get hustling for years, I could never stop!
So what the fuck you want, hoe?
Blowing hell of skunks, hoe?
Hard boxing in the parking lot, that's running low!
Three hot, goons what, bitch I stay up on my job
Your girl treat me like a god, God is slabbing on my knot

Nigga, who you're rollin with?
Nigga, who you're rollin with?
Nigga, who you're rollin with?
Nigga, who you're rollin with?
Nigga, who you're rollin with?
Nigga, who you're rollin with?
Nigga, who you're rollin with?
Nigga, who you're rollin with?
Nigga, who you're rollin with?
Nigga, who you're rollin with?
Nigga, who you're rollin with?
Nigga, who you're rollin with?

I'm rolling with my niggas who was with me dirt
(Sister dirt!)
I'm rolling with my niggas who was with me hurt
(We was hurt!)
Rolling with the niggas who was with me
Thinking damn, fuck the whole shit,
I gotta stay up on my focus!
Stay away from them vultures
They're just hacking our culture
My Jewish bitch she ain't called shit
I'mma have me just take dough! no!
But lay me on, met a girl who's waving at one
Help me get my brother that bum, money
You're so sweet as milk and honey!
I got my.. to the ear and that's the truth!
They're smoking… I'm drinking on that hundred proof (hundred proof)
These bitches busting down, don't know what else to do (what to do)
Your chick will do the same around real niggas too! (yeah!)
That's my shit (that's my shit)
It's pimping mind (pimping mind)
Born in Chicago, you know it's pimping mine
I got my Sanitizer now I got my…
..on any nigga coming at us,
And that shit ain't righteous!

Break it down, pass the blunt
Crank the head, let's get fucked up!
Break it down, pass the blunt
Crank the head, let's get fucked up!
Break it down, pass the blunt
Crank the head, let's get fucked up!
Break it down, pass the blunt
Crank the head, let's get fucked up!

Nigga, who you're rollin with?
Nigga, who you're rollin with?
Nigga, who you're rollin with?
Nigga, who you're rollin with?
Nigga, who you're rollin with?
Nigga, who you're rollin with?
Nigga, who you're rollin with?
Nigga, who you're rollin with?
Nigga, who you're rollin with?
Nigga, who you're rollin with?
Nigga, who you're rollin with?
Nigga, who you're rollin with?

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'Drop It' Lyrics - K-Boy (Ft. Chubby Jag)
Here is Drop It Lyrics by K-Boy Ft. Chubby Jag

[Hook]
Club all packed, everybody geekin
Fin to turn it up and we do it every weekend
Kush in the air, everybody high
Bottles stay popping look like 4th of july
And let see you, drop it to the beat girl
Go ahead and, drop it to the beat girl
Now let see you, drop it to the beat girl
Bang it up, back it up and drop it to the beat girl

Yeah, more wet bottles to the neck
The ratchets over there, but the models to the left
The killers in the cut, fly niggas throwing racks
Lil mama in them tights, got an ass so fat,
Damn, she got a nigga on
2 thick, wonder how she got them leggers on
Took her to the bar, 2 shots of patron
Seen the homie chubby all up on the bad redbone
Oh, I know I’m gonna take it down
Nigga faded, I’m tryina get her naked now
Bag full of kush, told the bitch to break it down
Weed everywhere, like we just came from jamaica town
Yeah, you niggas know what the deal is
Hide your bitch when we on in the building
The hoe trash but this bitch bad
And go and drop that ass like you working for some cash

[Hook]
Club all packed, everybody geekin
Fin to turn it up and we do it every weekend
Kush in the air, everybody high
Bottles stay popping look like 4th of july
And let see you, drop it to the beat girl
Go ahead and, drop it to the beat girl
Now let see you, drop it to the beat girl
Bang it up, back it up and drop it to the beat girl

Sick boy, she know I’m the shit boy
Tell her whole deuces, yeah, she know I’m legit boy
Flat tie polo, got her calling me rich boy
Got me fin to hit, these chickens be on my dick boy
Chubby, yeah, about 30 on the wrist now
Nigga money going up, hoes get down
Turn from the henny got my mind on the piff now
Hustle man, know I got the blind on the chris brown
Chubby nigga fin to leave, I’m just breezin through
Bad bitch turn around, say she leaving too
I see her ass whole waist, got the muscle up
Bubble butt, make it bring it back twice, double up
You bring the hoes out, is what they hit me for
2 last bows, never rode a stick before
Smoke out in the back, getting burnt now
You know the model, turning up till they turn down, chubby!

[Hook]
Club all packed, everybody geekin
Fin to turn it up and we do it every weekend
Kush in the air, everybody high
Bottles stay popping look like 4th of july
And let see you, drop it to the beat girl
Go ahead and, drop it to the beat girl
Now let see you, drop it to the beat girl
Bang it up, back it up and drop it to the beat girl.

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