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'What Is Love (Part 2)' Lyrics - Jennifer Lopez
Here is What Is Love (Part 2) Lyrics by Jennifer Lopez

People told me I should write a love song
Girl you sound so angry, you could use some variation
But I’m lonely, negative relations
I’ve been hurt so many times I don’t have the patience
But I wished for so long for some one to come and show me
Lead by example, cause I’ve been waiting
I’ve tried every age, I’m so tired of the game
I want to be someone’s girl, will you show me the way

What if… I never find, and I’m left behind (should I keep hoping for love)
What if… I’m still the same, status doesn’t change (gotta keep hoping for
Love)
What is love what is love what is love… somebody show me
What is love what is love what is love… cause if ya told me
What is love what is love what is love… I would be lonely
What is love… please show me what is love

I’ve had blind dates, hooked up with some real flakes
I gone out with church boys, musicians are thee worst
I’ve tries so hard cause I’m just so die hard
Tried my best to play the part, wish you could see inside
But I wished for so long for some one to come and show me
Lead by example, cause I’ve been waiting
I’ve tried every age, I’m so tired of the game
I want to be someone’s girl, will you show me the way
What if… I never find, and I’m left behind (should I keep hoping for love)
What if… I’m still the same, status doesn’t change (gotta keep hoping for
Love)
What is love what is love what is love… somebody show me
What is love what is love what is love… cause if ya told me
What is love what is love what is love… I would be lonely
What is love… please show me what is love

- nanana -

What is love?

I’ve been alone for the last past three years on Valentines Day
Christmas is no exception, birthdays with naughty? presents
Back and forth, same action
I just need this to happen, I’m missing in loves embraces
If you would show me

What if… I never find, and I’m left behind (should I keep hoping for love)
What if… I’m still the same, status doesn’t change (gotta keep hoping for
Love)
What is love what is love what is love… somebody show me
What is love what is love what is love… cause if ya told me
What is love what is love what is love… I would be lonely
What is love… please show me what is love

- nanana -

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'Raised In The South' Lyrics - Ludacris (Ft. Young Jeezy)
Here is Raised In The South Lyrics by Ludacris Ft. Young Jeezy

[Intro: Young Jeezy]
What's up?

[Hook: Ludacris & Jeezy x2]
Keep my name out your motherfuckin' mouth (out yo' mouth)
Keep my name out your motherfuckin' mouth (out yo' mouth)
Keep my name out your motherfuckin' mouth (out yo' mouth)
Keep my name out your motherfuckin' mouth (out yo' mouth)
‘Cause I was raised in the motherfuckin' south (in the south)

[Verse 1: Ludacris]
Southside, College Park, yeah I rep that
Where there's money, all my dawgs, go and fetch that
Niggas robbin' in the hood, we don't sweat that
Throw some some red dots up on your head and connect that
I guess you in the right place, at the right time
And I been drinkin' I'm not really in my right mind
The wrong move'll make a Nigga grab the right nine
Knock your livin' daylights out, Bitch, night time
Come off up them stacks
If you don't give ‘em then we gon' take ‘em
Go and get ‘em or we gon' chase him
Go stick him and might erase him
Or turn him into a patient, any demon's we gon' face ‘em
Or see all the pigs and all that bacon
We gon' As-salamu alaykum

[Hook x2]

[Verse 2: Young Jeezy]
These pussy niggas only talkin' 'cause they got lips
Guess them choppers only bustin' 'cause them bitches got clips
Got them niggas bustin' off the motorcycle like Chips
Think I seen them round Bloods, so they mighta been Crips
All this rappin' ain't no action, see I can't respect that
Bout to ask him for that trap, and nigga I'mma check that
Hundred units in the living room, and you can bet that
I'm so high up in this bitch look like I got a jet pack
If you a real street nigga, won't you tell me how it feel
So bought some 26s before you played her like Bill
So keep your name up out your mouth
Gives a fuck bout how you feel
‘Cause in these motherfuckin' streets, I Am Legend like Will

[Hook x2]

[Verse 3: Ludacris]
These niggas is sweeter than a sweet potato
Softer than Play-Doh, hope bitch nigga, lay low
A-Town by the way of Illinois
And our blocks come together like Legos, they know
Who I am, I'm the man with a plane
And a nigga with verses, blowin' a rapper to pieces
Got a crew full of untamed dogs, and I'm thinkin' that
I'm really bout to let ‘em off the leashes, (Roof)
I'm scratchin the surface
The nigga with the million dollar verses
These rappers are worthless
And all I really wanna do is piss ‘em off on purpose
I'm possessed, stick a needle in your back
Like a nigga doing voodoo curses
Givin' them a two piece with a biscuit
And hell no I ain't talkin 'bout churches
Get nervous, get robbed of your valuables nigga
Like I'm snatching your purses
And I got a couple urges
To clown on you niggas like a three ring circus
If you ain't got no warrants
Then you best to believe it'll be no searches
So keep my name up out your mouth before I close your curtains

[Hook x2]

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'Y’all Aint' Lyrics - 2 Chainz (Ft. Cap 1)
Here is Y’all Aint Lyrics by 2 Chainz Ft. Cap 1

[Intro]
I don't know what it is
I ain't even been here
This is like I come home, I hear shit
They wish… they sneaks in, shit

[Verse 1: 2 Chainz]
I'm winning, I don't know no niggas here
Came in this motherfucker by myself
Smokin on strong, holdin on my dick
Like oh, my gold on, I'm talkin' gold mine
Niggas takin' shots at me, I send ‘em back
I tell ‘em hold mine
Now touch down, goal line

[Hook: 2 Chainz]
Y'all ain't killin' shit
Yeah, y'all ain't killin' shit
I'm on my mean ass shit,
My black leather and my yellow bitch
So tell your bitch, to go tell a bitch
I got a better bitch, ever since
I've been boomin' nigga

[Verse 2: 2 Chainz]
The bitch I'm with, looks just like she clueless
Work tape… she movin'
Daddy U-Haul, no RuPaul, that's no gay shit
No fake shit, I'm from the A, bitch
That gun talk, conversation
Fire!

[Hook: 2 Chainz]

[Verse 3: 2 Chainz]
Bitch I'm with look just like she Cuban
I met her in Miami by the pool and
My closet, so big we can play hoop in
Got your bitch in my living room and she droolin'

[Hook: 2 Chainz]

[Verse 4: 2 Chainz]
Extendo clip
You gon' need a ruler nigga
Yeah, I got brain, don't need a tutor nigga
No days off, Ferris Bueller nigga
Computer love? You gettin' love on a computer nigga?
Damn

[Hook: 2 Chainz]

[Verse 5: Cap-1]
Yeah, and since we been boomin' nigga
C4 we had detours and we stay on top of that mula nigga
Got another chick, with another bitch
And another chick that look sexy with me
Got a hundred bottles with the sparkles comin'
Turnt up in my section
Gettin' it like boom!
In the streets with that product
All we hold is them choppers
Southside and that's with an F
And that F still stand for fuck these niggas
Got a red bitch, and her head sick
And her ass fat, and we still get rich
Gone

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'Purple Haze' Lyrics - Curren$y (Ft. Lloyd & Trinidad James)
Here is Purple Haze Lyrics by Curren$y Ft. Lloyd & Trinidad James

[Verse 1: Curren$y]
The four-one done, another one rolled up
I don't sip lean, but baby girl pour it up
Baby doll, I met her in H-Town
Counting paper like mine, baby girl a gold mine, fo' sho'
We can take it all over in no time
Bake up cake and go lay up, that's no lie
She like damn homeboy, you really living out your rhymes
I'm like yeah, that other shit ain't rap, that's fairy tales
I'm showing my flow, show, sea shells
Drug dealer fortress, got this from legal retail
Sitting on the porch, cone lit, flipping the torch
Seconds later after that I'm sitting in the Porsche
With the racing exhaust, I take your bitch away from you
She take some days off, I put them jams on, she take her clothes off
She perform for a Jet, put on for our set, I roll up the next

[Hook: Lloyd]
Purple haze, and codeine
And my baby girl, is all I need
Number nine, I'm on the fly
And I'm feeling so high, ? don't pull me down

[Verse 2: Trinidad James]
She pick me up and took me on a trip that I've never been
And when she looking up, baby girl I'm going in
She say, no-oh-oh, but I know you ain't shit
Your whip is just a slave ship, and I'm not no bitch to play with
You better watch your ? play
I laughed when I took her back ? serious
Cause her heart is very cold, and the warmth up in her soul
You ain't getting you no money? I say damn you broke
You ain't getting you no money? I say damn you broke
You ain't getting you no money? I say damn you broke
These riches never change, only the souls
They will leave you in the rain, no raincoat
She said she met Spitta, I guess the plane caught
? sweater, and the weed I bought
Play my heart, lay my heart
Play my heart, I had to let you know

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Lloyd]
Oh, kush got me gone
Feeling so high, got me so blown
And the shit that I'm on, is cloud number nine, but six be my song
Twenty-one guns, kissing on my lips, blowing smoke in my lungs
Twenty-one drums, the heat's on my side in case a nigga want some
But I don't wanna fuss or fight, I just wanna chill tonight
On this Jet Life, Life, Life
Drop a little pink in my Sprite
Pop another pill and take flight
On this Jet Life, Life, Life

[Hook]

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'These Bitches' Lyrics - Curren$y (Ft. French Montana)
Here is These Bitches Lyrics by Curren$y Ft. French Montana

[Hook: French Montana]
On it, your bitch calling
Said she on a pill and she rolling, dog
She want it all night long
Straight cash, all I want
Them doors go up on that Lam'
Bitches sucking over, no hand
She want me spend this cash all on her
I just hit that pussy, now I'm gone

[Verse 1: French Montana]
Too much gone, all to think about
I just need some good head, baby think it out
I slam doors on your favorite whore's
Niggas lost and won, some niggas won and lost
Can't run, nigga pray
Toast up for my niggas, make a milli' off a day
Them nightmares come true fast
Shining on your T.V. nigga, newsflash
School of hard knock, pocket all knots
In that small box, making young niggas roll fast
Montana, fast money with a slow ass
You fuck niggas stinking with your old ass
What's in my pocket is your hoes ?
I'm riding slow, these niggas talking fast
Rolling, nigga popped a pill and I'm rolling

[Hook]

[Verse 2: Curren$y]
Six-hundred a bottle, bring ten
No sparkler's, too much attention
Drawing stalkers, bitches be fishing for baller's
I'm bossing, New Orleans
Ferrari's, Bentley's
To Monte Carlo's, El Camino's, Impala's
Disappearing with your broad at three in the morning
Penthouse, hotel room cards
Big dog, underground rap star, I can't lay down
Too long baby, plus I know your mans at home going crazy
And in my world you know the game ain't waiting
For no nigga putting pussy before paper's
So repair your make-up, and have your alibi made up
I hate to be the reason you and old boy breakup
I wake up, bake up
Night time, smoke the stage up, counting cake up, good time
Oh my Montana, Andretti coke wave
Jet Life

[Hook]

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'Twurk It Like Dat' Lyrics - Lil B
Here is Twurk It Like Dat Lyrics by Lil B

There’s a lot of thick bitches, I like skinny bitches
I like big fat girls
What do you mean?
Don’t discrimate on anybody, I like all women
Boy what you talkin bout?
Man I like girls that weight 250 pounds
Plus 400 pounds, even in the middle
I like a skinny ass, you feel me?
70 pounds, 103, fuck it

[Hook]
Twerk it like that, twerk it like that, twerk it like that
Twerk it like that, twerk it like that, twerk it like that
Twerk it like that, twerk it like that, twerk it like that
Twerk it like that, twerk it like that, twerk it like that
Twerk it like that, twerk it like that, twerk it like that
Twerk it like that, twerk it like that, twerk it like that

Bitch can you shake your ass, like that ass
Fuck it from the back, broke you with the mac
Make your ass drop on the ground like that
Girl what’s your name? I’ma tell you like that
Riding round town all day with strap
Girl I like you, bitch what it do
Make it drop if you really want to
Need every girl to twerk your ass like this
Every hoe know, she dance like a hoe
She a good girl but she dance like a hoe
Throwin all this money, bitch I’ma go broke
Make it clang, clang like a real live
Make it based god I never thanked you before
My main bitch, ski mask on
Shaking all that ass bitch I’m fin to go broke
Twerk it for the based god, bitch now you know

[Hook]
Twerk it like that, twerk it like that, twerk it like that
Twerk it like that, twerk it like that, twerk it like that
Twerk it like that, twerk it like that, twerk it like that
Twerk it like that, twerk it like that, twerk it like that
Twerk it like that, twerk it like that, twerk it like that
Twerk it like that, twerk it like that, twerk it like that

Left hand on your leg, this is cool
Right hand on your leg, hey lady sip on something
Now arch your back, forgive me, forgive me
Now like that, I’ma fuck the bitch
I got a lot of bitches
Where the girls, way more girls
Based god got the swag
I put the bitches in my rarri, man I’ma tell you who got the swag
Still…still fuck bitches, I got a problem, bitch got a problem
Everybody know about batman and robin
Still blow purp, fuck what you heard
Every bitch shake your ass, right to the beat
I got bitches, they ask who I am
My name is lil be, …the bitches
The basegod is coming to your system, oh my god

[Hook]
Twerk it like that, twerk it like that, twerk it like that
Twerk it like that, twerk it like that, twerk it like that
Twerk it like that, twerk it like that, twerk it like that
Twerk it like that, twerk it like that, twerk it like that
Twerk it like that, twerk it like that, twerk it like that
Twerk it like that, twerk it like that, twerk it like that.

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'Can’t Fuck My Bitch' Lyrics - Lil B
Here is Can’t Fuck My Bitch Lyrics by Lil B

[Intro]
You know motherfuckers said I have bitch troubles
NO, what the fuck?!
Ima tell you about the pink flame though
You know some people said I have a theory,
A theory of bitches
You know my bitches said?
Lil B… You're great
Somebody told me about the bitches
Somebody told me about the Basedgod!
Fuck it!

[Verse 1]
I get the pussy x 4

I get the bitches x 4

You can't fuck my bitch
No way, no man
56 bitches Ima tell you who the fucking man
It gets very tedious
My main bitch is greedy
She wants to fuck me,
Bitch you can't handle me
Bitches think I'm Basedgod fucking bitches naked
Bitches call me CISCO
Ima ugh like Rick Ross
I fucked her in her border
Bitches in the charger
Ima eat the bitch ass like it's no fucking tomorrow
Ain't shit to talk about
Slangin' with the bitches out
Bro brought the sixes out
I'm feelin' like it's Mardi Gras
And I'm about to change shit
See me in that new shit
Fuckin with that old bitch
Bring a burner out I'm staying close to the stove
I move so smart niggas mad that I'm slow

I'm gonna quit when I never been a snitch
I'm on the high horse even my shadow exists
Bitches suck dick when I stack more chips
I ain't no faggot

I want the bitch ass
OK Basedgod you curse too much
I was in Paris but naked with my bitches
I was in Russia
I was straight hittin'
Too many bitches I might have a concussion
Suckers get mad
They swagged up
Niggas hate homies,
I don't give a motherfuck
Basedgod bitch!

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