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'Between Us' Lyrics - Nipsey Hussle Ft. K Camp
Here is Between Us Lyrics by Nipsey Hussle Ft. K Camp

(Hook)
Nigga I’mma live like it’s my last
Word ‘bout the bitches we done had
Baby I’m so focused on this cash
I said baby I’m so focused on this cash
I said she wanna roll cus she see me in that Rarri
I ain’t got no time, gotta put her on the side
You can’t come between it, tween it
You can’t come between it
Baby I’m so focused on this cash

(Verse)
VS bands on my row
Perfected my row
Focus my mind,
Got to this dough
One of a kind
Not like what you know
True to my oath
I powder my growth
I come from the turf
I double my worth
I made some mistakes
But that’s just part of my search
I connect with my words
Right at the part where it hurts
This life is a bitch
My hand up her skirt
Had a thirst to get rich
Couple stains on my shirt
Every reason to fail
But we was makin it work
We was walkin on water
You can say it was church
All this money I’m makin
Every day I’mma splurge
Boy!

(Hook)
Nigga I’mma live like it’s my last
Word ‘bout the bitches we done had
Baby I’m so focused on this cash
I said baby I’m so focused on this cash
I said she wanna roll cus she see me in that Rarri
I ain’t got no time, gotta put her on the side
You can’t come between it, tween it
You can’t come between it
Baby I’m so focused on this cash

(Verse)
Been on that clicko on kush
All yo buttons I push
We pull up in that Benz
All them pictures they took
Paparazzi gon fly
Let’s come back from the side
Ain’t no limit like Percy
But we like Jada and Pac
Let’s invest in these stocks
Let’s vacate on these yachts
Let’s go chill out in Bali
Let’s make a tape and let’s watch
Let’s by two of those watches
Let’s go do it on Kobo
Let’s fly out to Atlanta,
You played that role like ain’t a problem
I fuck wit yo style
You should be somebody stylin
Every time we have sex
We’re makin noises the loudest
Faces we’re makin
Paper I’m chasin
If I make you my girl
You ask if I could be faithful
I’m stuck to these streets
As long as there’s loot
Addicted to crime
But I’m attracted to you
Pull up in that Porsche
Then hop in that coupe
Pull off in that Benz
It’s me and that’s you uh

(Hook)
Nigga I’mma live like it’s my last
Word ‘bout the bitches we done had
Baby I’m so focused on this cash
I said baby I’m so focused on this cash
I said she wanna roll cus she see me in that Rarri
I ain’t got no time, gotta put her on the side
You can’t come between it, tween it
You can’t come between it
Baby I’m so focused on this cash

(Verse)
Girl yo sex the best
Hookies on yo neck
Better wave the dress
Plus that pussy wet
Do it til you sweat
And yo hair a mess
I’m late for work
But you can care less
You been livin more
You been letting go
You been having fun
Just to let me know
But you down to ride
You down to roll
You know the game
And how it go

(Hook)
Nigga I’mma live like it’s my last
Word ‘bout the bitches we done had
Baby I’m so focused on this cash
I said baby I’m so focused on this cash
I said she wanna roll cus she see me in that Rarri
I ain’t got no time, gotta put her on the side
You can’t come between it, tween it
You can’t come between it
Baby I’m so focused on this cash

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'Mojo Jojo' Lyrics - Don Trip
Here is Mojo Jojo Lyrics by Don Trip

(Hook x2)
Hold up Mojo Jojo, hold up hold up Mojo Jojo
Hold up hold up Mojo Jojo, hold up hold up Mojo Jojo
Hold up
All we talking bout money homie
Pointblank, period
If you ain’t talkin bout money homie then we ain’t takin you serious

(Verse)
Kick back like it’s for the long
You can’t see it but I’m connected like a corner phone
On the move like a mobile home
Still tote heavy metal like a rolling stone
Bout to hold it down and load em up
Stuff my heart back in the freezer, it ain’t cold enough
We gon get this dough and split it like a coconut
Bitch I bet I bleed the block like a open cut
The price is going up fast, hyper uppercut
Stickin to the money like it got a suction cup
Then blow to my bubble bus
And I got this bitch jumpin like double cups

(Bridge)
Go on, tell me to shout, we ain’t getting much spade
50 deep in that plug, please move out of my way
I ain’t come here to talk, please get out of my face
Baby give me my room, please don’t step on my chain

(Hook x2)
Hold up Mojo Jojo, hold up hold up Mojo Jojo
Hold up hold up Mojo Jojo, hold up hold up Mojo Jojo
Hold up
All we talking bout money homie
Pointblank, period
If you ain’t talkin bout money homie then we ain’t takin you serious

(Verse)
I think I’m the last of my species
Mr Trip, yes I’m the shit, oh I’m the shit like feces
I’m in the dirt, I need cleats
Flow double than the VC
It’s a thin line between love and wash
Shoot it in her face and then retreat
I spit dope and distribute
I still managed to avoid prison
I’m real in paper, I’m sports fiction
I’m fresh to death, call the mortician
Yo money funny, you’re so silly
I don’t know how you cope with it
I’m in that coupe, the sky’s the limit
In other words it got no ceiling

Getting money, it’s all I gotta say
I wouldn’t even rap if I wasn’t getting paid
Got bees in the trap, put em back in the safe
And it’s crossin that bitch, hopin that it don’t rain
Sorry mama, no saving me
My sack loud as this Dre beats
And I’m laid back wit today’s bitch
Getting mo head than last week

(Bridge)
Go on, tell me to shout, we ain’t getting much spade
50 deep in that plug, please move out of my way
I ain’t come here to talk, please get out of my face
Baby give me my room, please don’t step on my chain

(Hook)
Hold up Mojo Jojo, hold up hold up Mojo Jojo
Hold up hold up Mojo Jojo, hold up hold up Mojo Jojo
Hold up
All we talking bout money homie
Pointblank, period
If you ain’t talkin bout money homie then we ain’t takin you serious

Hold up…
Hold up…
Hold up…
All we talking bout money homie
Pointblank, period
If you ain’t talkin bout money homie then we ain’t takin you serious

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'Time Shift' Lyrics - Cliff Savage
Here is Time Shift Lyrics by Cliff Savage

(Verse)
I feel like…
Well I felt like…
See I feel like…

Somebody’s watching me
Somehow it feels maliciously, nigga where is the empathy?
Loyalty and the honesty, please don’t ever promise me
It don’t get to me, far as I know it’s history
A killa at the spelling B, spelling out all our problems
When I just want some TOC, little lovin be next to me

I feel like…
Well I felt like…
See I feel like…

I’m going insane, I got bustin it out of my brain
How do you live they say in a world like this and that full of hate and pain
Look to yo left, look to yo right
Everybody does what you do, turn rappa over night
And make a mockery of artistry, kids become hard to reach
Last night I thought I couldn’t cus it’s hard to teach
But then I noticed I focused on what’s important
I probably will be better off with dancing in the open
That’s word to the bridges burned in the past
I got a pill full of water that taught me to learn fast
I was sick to my stomach when I was dealing with the assholes
Now my foot is on the gas, no Castro
Let the people know

(Hook x2)
Time shifts, lives fade
Relationships come and go like the waves
Celebrate x’in out the bullshit
Celebrate x’in out the bullshit

(Verse)
I learned a lot this past year, mastered how to conquer fear
Peers know my potential’s here, people know my time is near
I sit back and look at the game
Turn on my radio and shit sounds the same

Interrupted by that A so shit bangin for the fundamentals
Talents left under the mat, nigga nigga wanna bang fuck instrumental
You really gotta be like that? No
Wanna be? Gotta judge like that
I just wanna do right in the limelight
Now life on, everything is alright
Yo eyes, yo ears, listen close
To me this ain’t a game or a joke, I’m takin action
I need for yall to quit fuckin with my passion
I’m like Floyd in this bitch, I’m Everlastin

Trained not to lose, it’s only a perception
Try reachin for a W so that you won’t regret shit
I walk a thin line, keep a small circle
Cus you never know what someone really got up in they journal
Plans of mass destruction, aim to bring yo whole camp down
That’s why I watch these motherfuckas in the background
I move quick, slick so you won’t see shit
Except progression, keep it real, I don’t need scripts
Cus when that…

(Hook x2)
Time shifts, lives fade
Relationships come and go like the waves
Celebrate x’in out the bullshit
Celebrate x’in out the bullshit

It’s Cliff Savage
Time Shift
Lives fade
And always remember that time waits for no one

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Click Here If Calikidd Ft. Ben J - Coolin Video Not Working
'Coolin' Lyrics - Calikidd Ft. Ben J
Here is Coolin Lyrics by Calikidd Ft. Ben J

(Hook x2)
I smoke good, I eat good (I’m coolin)
I jumped up in the hood (I’m coolin)
I wish a bitch nigga would (I’m coolin)
If you ain’t getting money like me I keep it movin

(Verse)
Two twisting of that metal, EST
One time for them niggas, they don’t know me
I got a white bitch, yea that’s my Shawty
And I pop champagne, I don’t pop molly
You don’t like Calikidd, goddamn, golly
Nigga last time I checked you ain’t even know me
You ain’t never met me, got the nerve to press me
You should do yo research before you step to a G
And I put that on mine, I be bangin yo girl while you bangin her line
That’s my side chick, my main chick is a dime
Pair or not I seen em both at the club last time
But I’m coolin

(Hook x2)
I smoke good, I eat good (I’m coolin)
I jumped up in the hood (I’m coolin)
I wish a bitch nigga would (I’m coolin)
If you ain’t getting money like me I keep it movin

(Verse)
Give me something newer, gotta meet my jeweler
Don’t fuck with losers, only ride with the troopers
Coolin like a cooler, the rule of half oda
Only smoke kush and yo pack smoke dildos
Catch at the pie with some ass and got the axe
Write them raps, comin up
We’re done planning to get this cash
Wish a bitch nigga would, take him to the woods
No I ain’t all done, but I wish you nigga would

(Hook x2)
I smoke good, I eat good (I’m coolin)
I jumped up in the hood (I’m coolin)
I wish a bitch nigga would (I’m coolin)
If you ain’t getting money like me I keep it movin

(Verse)
Getting cash, wastin gas, drama hit a hill
Got my niggas rollin like we all off a pill
And all my niggas thirsty for tip drill
Do it for the realest in the game and I bet she will
Fast life, no brakes, ain’t lettin’ off a little
In the club buyin’ bottles, I just let the shit spill
Spendin’ all the stacks, gratitude plus tax
Young rich niggas, we don’t know how to act
Ah Lawd I gotta stunt
Tell the valet leave the car out front
I’m bout to walk through, get cash and roll a blunt
And I ain’t got time to be putting on a front
Nigga I’m coolin, the blogs call that bootleggin
But nigga I’m cruising like Eazy E
Two twisting of the metal, we EST
One time for them niggas, they don’t know me
Coolin

(Hook x4)
I smoke good, I eat good (I’m coolin)
I jumped up in the hood (I’m coolin)
I wish a bitch nigga would (I’m coolin)
If you ain’t getting money like me I keep it movin

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'Mathematics' Lyrics - OJ Da Juiceman
Here is Mathematics Lyrics by OJ Da Juiceman

(Hook)
In the trap, back at it
All in know is mathematics
Man that clean fish scale
Chicken wings straight out the wrapper
2008, Juiceman turned into a rapper
Coming down the road with them bricks in a capper
Flyin down the criss and my daughter pamper
Zone 6, white head, east Atlanta
Geeked up, help with the bags, nigga you can call me Santa
Small fried nigga, you’ll never be on my level

(Verse)
Hater get on my level, bricks come in on schedule
Dancing with the devil ever since I was in Pampers
Georgia Baptist born but I was raised in East Atlanta
Zone 6 nigga, still trappin with them blammers
Out here servin their Diana, got keys just like pianos
In the kitchen cookin hammer, make a hater turn the channel
Mississippi mud but my name at David Banner
In it for a bag, you can keep the fame and glamour
Run bricks like Deon Saunders
My name ain’t left the slammer
32 ENT and the feds wanna ban us
Born in the trap but they just don’t understand us
Grew up with the boys but half on jealous

(Hook)
In the trap, back at it
All in know is mathematics
Man that clean fish scale
Chicken wings straight out the wrapper
2008, Juiceman turned into a rapper
Coming down the road with them bricks in a capper
Flyin down the criss and my daughter pamper
Zone 6, white head, east Atlanta
Geeked up, help with the bags, nigga you can call me Santa
Small fried nigga, you’ll never be on my level

(Verse)
Swear I’m team rich, we’re not cookin fish
Catch me in the kitchen, nigga I can serve a dish
Plug turned to raw, Chris Paul I assist
Slam like Blake, damn near broke my wrist
Posted in the trap, in the yard there’s a fish
Say I got it funk rap, nah nigga it were bricks
Cus Jay love the rocks and the nigga love to sniff
Smoking up the gas, like to sip, we call it piff
Feelin like Tony, got my name on the blim
Shout out to Memphis, got Young Juiceman feel like pimps
Caught me slippin once, got Young Juiceman with a limp
100 rack dom, 20 bands for the rims

(Hook)
In the trap, back at it
All in know is mathematics
Man that clean fish scale
Chicken wings straight out the wrapper
2008, Juiceman turned into a rapper
Coming down the road with them bricks in a capper
Flyin down the criss and my daughter pamper
Zone 6, white head, east Atlanta
Geeked up, help with the bags, nigga you can call me Santa
Small fried nigga, you’ll never be on my level

(Verse)
Shouts out to my baby, Chloe
Yeah, that’s my homie
Nigga, run up on it
His family be lonely
I’m a act a donkey
Banana with the monkey
In a stolen car but I’m ridin with a jacket
Niggas on like the hockey,
With some military functions
Going up bout mine, I ain’t dyin bout no fuck shit
Grab the sniper and say fuck it
Go in, steal a bucket
Then go extend the band, in and out that fuck shit
These choppas you can’t duck it
You better not try to twerk it
You ain’t Ussain Bolt so you better not buggy
I’mma keep it real, I’m that nigga not to fuck wit
Punch yo head like a brick or yo body, get it busted

(Hook)
In the trap, back at it
All in know is mathematics
Man that clean fish scale
Chicken wings straight out the wrapper
2008, Juiceman turned into a rapper
Coming down the road with them bricks in a capper
Flyin down the criss and my daughter pamper
Zone 6, white head, east Atlanta
Geeked up, help with the bags, nigga you can call me Santa
Small fried nigga, you’ll never be on my level

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'My Queen' Lyrics - Eric Bellinger
Here is My Queen Lyrics by Eric Bellinger

(Chorus)
Ah yea
There she go, there she go
There she go, yea
Oh don’t mind that girl, that’s just my queen, yea
That’s just my queen, oh yea
Since she hold it down she eatin
Oh don’t mind that girl, that’s just my queen
And she’s runnin over her, and she’s runnin over there
But she ain’t goin nowhere, nowhere
Cus I’m her king
Yea, that’s just my queen
Yea, that’s just my queen
She different like she rollin, she rollin

(Verse)
And she ain’t with me for the chedda, chedda
Not cool, she make me better, better
I’m still ahead ever since we’ve been together, gether
Even when I’m on my grind
Swear that 100 be on my mind, it’s her

(Pre-Chorus)
Makes no sense to me that I don’t be by my side
What’s the point of lovin if my queen ain’t in my ride
Reaching for the wheel, and hoping to close the deal and
Lookin like a boss, in the kitchen cookin meals up

(Chorus)
That’s my baby
Ah yea
There she go, there she go
There she go, yea
Oh don’t mind that girl, that’s just my queen, yea
That’s just my queen, oh yea
Since she hold it down she eatin
Oh don’t mind that girl, that’s just my queen
And she’s runnin over her, and she’s runnin over there
But she ain’t goin nowhere, nowhere
Cus I’m her king
Yea, that’s just my queen
Yea, that’s just my queen
She different like she rollin, she rollin

(Verse)
Pretty little girl’s a heartbreaker
But she know how to turn up
Especially when the lights off… we do our thang
That’s why she my queen
I swear she worth more than treasure
And she’d do whatever

(Pre-Chorus)
Makes no sense to me that I don’t be by my side
What’s the point of lovin if my queen ain’t in my ride
Reaching for the wheel, and hoping to close the deal and
Lookin like a boss, in the kitchen cookin meals up

(Chorus)
That’s my baby
Ah yea
There she go, there she go
There she go, yea
Oh don’t mind that girl, that’s just my queen, yea
That’s just my queen, oh yea
Since she hold it down she eatin
Oh don’t mind that girl, that’s just my queen
And she’s runnin over her, and she’s runnin over there
But she ain’t goin nowhere, nowhere
Cus I’m her king
Yea, that’s just my queen
Yea, that’s just my queen
She different like she rollin, she rollin

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'Dark Horse (Remix)' Lyrics - Pitbull Ft. Katy Perry & Juicy J
Here is Dark Horse (Remix) Lyrics by Pitbull Ft. Katy Perry & Juicy J

I knew you were
You were gonna come to me
And here you are,
But you better choose carefully
Cause I-I-I-I'm capable of anything
Of anything, and everything
Make me your Aphrodite
Make me your ONE & ONLY
But don't make me your enemy
Your enemy
Your enemy

So you wanna play with magic?
Boy, you should know what you're falling for
Baby, do you dare to do this?
Cause I'm coming at you like a DARK HORSE
Are you ready for? ready for?
A perfect storm? perfect storm?
'Cause once you're mine, once you're mine
There's no going back!! hey! Hey! Hey!

Mark my words
This love will make you levitate
Like a bird, like a bird without a cage
We're DOWN TO EARTH,
If you choose to walk away
Don't walk away.
It's in the palm of your hand now baby
It's a yes or a no?
No maybe, so just be sure
Before you give it up to me
Up to me, give it up to me

So you wanna play with magic?
Boy, you should know what you're falling for
Baby, do you dare to do this?
Cause I'm coming at you like a DARK HORSE
Are you ready for? ready for?
A perfect storm? perfect storm?
'Cause once you're mine, once you're mine
There's no going back!! hey! Hey! Hey!

[Pitbul verse:]
I'm an outcast, I got THAT!
So the player list the Cadillac music,
and that's just a start
MY LIFE, I took it from the back to the front, Rosa park
Who cares what they blink or they bought
Who cares what they think or they thought
Baby, we can do it in the car
In the kitchen, on the floor
In the middle of the park - I'm here to play
With a little ding
I pump blood through your veins, your heart
And all these packs of lil players acting like they can hate
But they can not,
CAN'T WON'T DON'T NEVER
WILL YOU KEEP REAL?
ONE, TWO, THREE
FOUR TIMES,
CYPRESS HILL
Hey Ms. Perry,
Looking fine with your fine self
Want a little bit of magic?
I'm Maverick top gun
If you lookin' and you look no further, you got one!
He! I got 'em confused
Is he Hispanic? or is he Caucasian?!
No worry about where I'm from,
Just know one thing: I'M AMAZING!

So you wanna play with magic?
Boy, you should know what you're falling for
Baby, do you dare to do this?
Cause I'm coming at you like a DARK HORSE
Are you ready for? ready for?
A perfect storm? perfect storm?
'Cause once you're mine, once you're mine
There's no going back!! hey! Hey! Hey!

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