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'Special Delivery' Lyrics - Masspike Miles ft. Gunplay
Here is Special Delivery Lyrics by Masspike Miles Ft. Gunplay

(Pre-Chorus)
All she want is love to moan it
I’m about to put my stamp along it
Scream and moanin, overnight and
Promise I’mma be on time

(Chorus)
With a special delivery, special delivery
Handle her love with care
Sex was my priority
All she screamin is (oh oh)
Alright, I guess I’mma be on time
All she screamin is (oh oh)
Okay, insert all my love
With a special delivery, special delivery
Handle her love with care
Sex was my priority

(Verse)
what I’m delivering, got her shivering
Shaking like a tambourine every time I enter in
Take her where she never been, never bring her back
I’ll put her to sleep, you give her naps
I’m a thug life liver with a high life niller
Upgraded to a high rise chiller
Lil mo scriller by a nice size villa
Rice white Mazzi, nice steak dinner
She love how I don’t give a motherfuck
And I know that she’d never let another fuck
Let all that hair down, all that damn mind
Ain’t no bad time with all this red wine
I need that like you wouldn’t believe
No kiss you could blow I couldn’t receive
Let’s globetrot, kill time, shoot the bridge
We can woopty woop til it’s no room to breathe

(Pre-Chorus)
All she want is love to moan it
I’m about to put my stamp along it
Scream and moanin, overnight and
Promise I’mma be on time

(Chorus)
With a special delivery, special delivery
Handle her love with care
Sex was my priority
All she screamin is (oh oh)
Alright, I guess I’mma be on time
All she screamin is (oh oh)
Okay, insert all my love
With a special delivery, special delivery
Handle her love with care
Sex was my priority

(Verse)
Oh she lookin hella thick
Hips look delicious, critical condition
When her body gon let me in
Hell yeah we gonna get it in
Put my dooby in, yea that’s a move
Yo package I’mma overload
What a rush, fuck going slow
Tell me girl that you want more

There’s love in the stars
Go on and beat me up
Why you scan on my car code?
Yo back yea, I got this on zipcode

I love it, love it, yes I do
You can get anything that you ask me
‘Cause I got you a special delivery

(Pre-Chorus)
All she want is love to moan it
I’m about to put my stamp along it
Scream and moanin, overnight and
Promise I’mma be on time

(Chorus)
With a special delivery, special delivery
Handle her love with care
Sex was my priority
All she screamin is (oh oh)
Alright, I guess I’mma be on time
All she screamin is (oh oh)
Okay, insert all my love
With a special delivery, special delivery
Handle her love with care
Sex was my priority

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'Numbers On The Board (Freestyle)' Lyrics - Gunplay
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Living legend, nigga
Living legend, nigga
Living legend, nigga

Fuck is my name? No sucker for fame
Never tucked in a chain, what, you fucking insane?
You little brat, we ain't nothing the same
No new lieutenant, same crew in the game
Bang! Dang, I must be super insane
To punch 50 in the face and beat a sentence in vain
Murder, mayhem, machines and machetes in the AM
Pirellis on the Lam' and I'm barely in the lab
Barely good at math
You niggas from the street? I'm from the belly of the ave'
Berettas or the jabs
Can't bargain with a Carbon 15
Parched and fatigued in my starch fatigues
Waiting for the income and marching fiends
Try and pump up from pawns to kings
From under the porch light to picking the Porsche type
From doubling dirty money that I'm forced to clean
Getting high, not caring what the poison is
I be whipping babies like some noisy kids
Every day, steak, lobster, oysters, ribs, bibs
Man, them fakes be recording fibs
Torch, new Bimmer, got no miles and rims
Control the trap like the house on Sims
It was all good a week ago, now it's no grins
For all y'all niggas, no wins
And I'll go polish my rims
And scrape gum off the bottom of my Timbs
Whack a motherfucker, give his partner a glimpse
Slingin' Add' at your front door
You need guns? I want war

Motherfuckers can't rhyme no more
'Bout crime no more

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'Intro (Cops N Robbers)' Lyrics - GunPlay
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The name of the game is cops and robbers. I robber, you a cop, catch me if you can.
And at thes same time, I'm not scared to pull the trigger neither. If I catch you, you out of here.

Riding through this world, all alone
Yall took yall soul, your on your own
The crow flies straight, a perfect line
On the devil's back, until you die
Gotta live this world till you die
Gotta live this life, till you die

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'I’m A Shooter' Lyrics - GunPlay (Ft. Alley Boy)
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[Hook]
I’m a shooter, shooter,
Walk about me crazy, I shoot you
I’m a shooter, shooter,
Walk about me crazy, I shoot you
Lay a nigga down in the street
So your man don’t wanna see me, naha
Nigga turn all that shit, no really he don’t wanna see me
Girl, stick em high, high high
Girl, stick em high, high high
I’m a shooter, shooter
Walk about me crazy, I shoot you

[Verse]

I’m a shooter,
Strapped with a ruger
Play me nigga I’ma do you
I don’t wanna fight, I don’t wanna toss up
Good like luga, nigga I’ma shoot you
Put one through you, ask my jeweler
45 racks that’s on my mula
85 racks that’s on my car
Came to the movie bitch I’m a star
All my niggas certified shooters
Ain’t a coward know they gonna do it
All gonna crush that’s in the wood
They slanging out like in that ruger
Choppers … it ain’t no good
All in the 8 back to the pay
Jungle …with a k, run the sticks up in your face
Running major, I’m a chief, I got wars in the street
I got shooters shoot for free
I got bitches chewing for free
I’m a shooter, I’m a shooter
Bitch down nigga you a pudel
Bitch bought on nobody
Walking bout me crazy, I’ma shoot you

[Hook]

[Verse]
Stick a motherfucker for a chain
Stick a motherfucker for a watch
Stick a motherfucker for a ring
I’ma stick a motherfucker just watch
Get slapped with the too too tray
Now you crying with a buhu face
Plus a nigga where the jewels in the safe
Where the blocks at, thesejust apes
You ain’t no gangster, you ain’t no pimp
You ain’t no killer,
Your 44, so cold, snow cold, chilling
Really, I don’t think you want this bindess
Cause this really ain’t no screenish
My niggas them playing for keeps
Y’all niggas playing for image
My niggas died in this dirty laces
And about that open cases
And they all mere look bread
Damn, my nigga that’s crazy
But that’s the game, we balling in
And get murked for a Bentley ornament
Shooters shooting like it’s a motherfucking 3. tournament

[Hook]

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'Good Kush Triple C Mix' Lyrics - GunPlay
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[Gunplay]
I'm on that good kush and achohol
Bitch I think I'm Al Capone
I do what the fuck I want
You do what the fuck you told
You a house nigga, I house niggas
You play cool ball, I foul niggas
This for all them trill niggas, no deal niggas
Just getting it in the field niggas
Them real niggas I vouch for
They can call me at my house nigga
2 freaks in my louis sheet
Keep a couple of racks in these levis jeans
Cuban bitch I got a Cuban plug
Boy Cuban links to be Cuban drugs with models
That's where we use to count up all them dollars
Que passa, my choppa always keep a raider wobble

[DJ]
You see my nigga young Bree, he really get that
He really talk that, he really live that
If it's triple c, mmg, download the djs
I bout to bring home my nigga gunplay right now
Build a bird, it's a Medelline thing nigga
Oh get ready for that, my nigga gunplay
Step to that with a mic

[Gunplay]
My horoscope, like a horror show
My worse fear, palms under oath
And pistols jamming
Or catching something from your dirty mammy
Observe the damage after popping 30 zannies
Niggas green and everything between
I keep ‘em arms lenght just like this beam
Beam beam no witness to recite the scene
Just a hollow empty magazine
So sad it seems, talking shit whats that about
Acting like Imma lose my title bout
I live what I write about
Bullshit, that's what all my homies died about
Full clip, new stick I'm bout to try it out

[Dj]
Stop that you know my nigga gunplay
You know every word he say is true
Ain't no denying that, ain't no doubting that
It's Carol City Cartel, from MIA all the way to the BX
Special at PSP, UFO, oh you know how I bring it
Long as my bitches love me
You fuck niggas don't pay me
I don't give a fuck about no haters
Too busy counting this paper
Long as my bitches love me
I don't give a fuck bout how yall fell
These niggas ain't never been real
None of yall niggas gon' pay my bills
7 figures, 6 Rovers time to foreslosure
3 choppers 200 loaded
One aim, one motive
Take yours get mine right, in the jungle you eat what you kill
I put you in the suit like prom night
Just to get another seat for a meal
My nerves bad so I smoke good
My bitch bad but she fuck great
My benz new, my chevy old
Pull that engine my 7 thray
Top down so you see my clear
Part face in my Audemeer
Pardon that I meant Audemar
Might order more with Ross on the leer
Double m what you know aboout that
On Rodeo what you know about racks
Louis 13 what you know about yack
30 for the watch so you know I'm strapped
But that's a given, trying to dodge prison
J O B just over broke 40 k a month now that's a living

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'Daddy' Lyrics - GunPlay (Ft. Trina)
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[Hook]x2
Give it to me daddy, give it to me daddy
Give it to me daddy, give it to me daddy
Give it to me daddy, give it to me daddy
Daddy, daddy, daddy, daddy

[Verse]
Tell me what you want
Tell me what it do, don't tell me what it don't
Picture our motion, motion picture
Girl mouth pussy, slow motion hit ya
She obey me like soso scripture
When I break her off you cannto fix her
I get my dick sucked till my whip stop
I ain't gotta hit the hoes no
She go down when I roll these tits up
Knock a bitch out the park put that fence up
Mercedes Lorenzo shinning my rims up
Baby girl watch daddy get his wins up

[Hook]x2

[Verse]
New shoes, new bag, new this, new that
New money, old money all that shit get expensive
Got a car on my arm, boat on my necklace
Hair and tips stay fly on a jet
They all yelling hot damn what it do red
Bad bitch on the bottom of my shoe rack
Yellow girl, same color jewelry
Suck till a money blueray
What color coup imma cop this week
What baller imma break, whip around lets see
Need another benz with the candy nine
And ill give it to you daddy, daddy, daddy

[Hook]x2

[Verse]
Playing
With an a nigga mouth right
Wanna ride imma show you what the crass like
Imma swerve on the curb if she act right
Bitch I'm a dog I just wanna see a cat fight
Bitch rubber too small, my hat tight
Been a pimp, never been a mack type
Imma, right now, asap life
Hoes be reading all my damn tattoes
She never heard a real nigga rap that rude
Don't make a motherfucker reall act that rude
Yall hoes sleep better snack that soon

[Hook]x2

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'Ghetto Bird' Lyrics - GunPlay
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[Hook]x4
I got a ghetto bird, the whole ghetto heard, word

[Verse]
Straight up menace the worst invented
Picture on you poster image
Khakis and the 40 of the oldest english
Rolling with perellis scheming
Home full of stones and ninas
Homes I boned your diva
And I ain't even ask yo neither
I left the rubber in toilet with the toilet seat up
My burner on fire, hot boiling fever
Think it's time to roll my sleeves up
Stick flicking, gorilla turned chicken
Bitches dropping and get missing
Vengeances is mines and I ain't sharing none
Everything bad and I ain't sparing none
You ain't gon' even hear a gun
That's the thrill of the hunt
Learking, looking, riding, looping
Thinking murder or maybe I'm gooking
Problem in the plan, revolver in my hand
And I don't give a damn
Another victim, heard it was a rival
Said nah it was a 5 0
Shot by a junkie that I know
Doa dunky on arrival
The news on me, the q in me
Wanna see me in the joint with a bruise on me
Hell fuck nah I'm a g nigga
Medelline one key nigga

[Hook]x4

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'Ross Speaks' Lyrics - GunPlay
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We already building, it's just whenever he was ready to make the decision to say you know imma leave these streets alone a lil more for a enough time to focus on my music. You know what I'm saying, gunplay a different kinda of artist, he a different kinda dude. He don't care about awards, he don't care about whoever, he not in it to that. Ypu know what I'm saying but he just making his mind up that relly getting ready to put out him a solo album. So you can expect a big announcement real soon, you know what I'm saying and we gon' make it. I wanna see the hommie dreams come through too you know what I'm saying.

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'Ion Beg' Lyrics - GunPlay
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[Verse]
My niggas all dying, all these hoes lying
Rap niggas fake, broke niggas crying
I give my left nut to see a rap nigga frying
Pose for the hoes I gotta think of dying
Niggas wanna see me in the bink without a thing
They wanna see me fall without a rink
Wanna see me in the winter, without a mink
Wanna see my eyes closed without a blink
Well fuck you and your kin then
Pop my collar and rev my engine
Big bag of dope and I'm bout to go binging
Throw a cocaine convention
I gotta chill, I got a deal now
So I can't kill niggas over stare downs
But over money niggas know not to play around
You a killa me too we both hell bound
They wanna know my unknown whereabouts
They ain't happy till they know I'm in the jail house
But telling is a line I wont dare cross
We all know life just a mere cost
Don't let me do it to him dear lord
My nigga it's whatever I done fail off

[Hook]x4
I don't beg or pardon or mercy

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'Ghetto Symphony' Lyrics - ASAP Rocky (Ft. Gunplay & ASAP Ferg)
Here is Ghetto Symphony Lyrics by ASAP Rocky Ft. Gunplay & ASAP Ferg

[Intro]
Do just what I tell you
Don't come in any closer
And no one will get hurt
Cause I dunno how long I can hold my heart in two

[Verse 1: ASAP Rocky]
A rebel I be one day, on that track with Gunplay
Outcast my whole life so I decide to spit like Andre
Beef is on my entree, gin and juice thats Bombay
Driving fast the wrong way, I swear life is like a one-way
Pussy on a sunday, fitness on a monday
My new crib came with feng shui
And my closet is like a runway
Come be fiancee, she fuck me in a Hyundai
My rooftop got a lounge
Just a sit around and watch her sunbathe
Dinner date for one K, shopping date for two K
Boogie ass bitch made wait to fuck for two days
Finally got it today, swear to god my mood changed
Top off like toupes, drop off, touche
Yeah my mouth is full of gold and I'm a city boy
And my outfit was in Vogue, I'm a pretty boy
Bounce, boy, Flacko tellem holla at a nigga G
Riding on my enemies, this my Ghetto Symphony

[Verse 2: Gunplay]
Whippin whitney, my mama as a witness
Bitches Lickin' and locking up my swishas
Once she blow my whistle
She know it's dismissal
Spread the news I'm official
Now hop out my foreign vessel
Before I get aggressive
Forget it, war ready, already tested
Tears and blood invested
‘Til my cardiacs arrested and my 40 oz is empty
Show me what you owe me and a porterhouse with that
Black magic on the tires only I
Rolling down the lonely mile, phony smile
Warrants, police on me now, still touring
And my chain it may slow me down cheer for
Pain, in it's purest form
Don't complain I came to reign
From here forward, still noid
So crib got clear doors
Burning planes in my air force
And all I can see is clear ports

[Verse 3: ASAP Ferg]
Since Rocky spit like Andre I'm gonna kill em' like Big Boi
These rappers is all my entrée,
Eat em' like cookies, chips ahoy
Eat, enjoy, when I get annoyed
Know a couple niggas that I’d kill for joy
Either Gunplay, runway, trip avoid
Body get found by a lil' fishin' boy
Arnold Schwarzeneger, toss a nigga
Like codeine mixed with a roid
Smoke punch make a nigga trip collide
Quit talkin' fast, you could grip the nine
Damn, look at how the hollow tip hit his spine
And the motherfuckers come in to cry
You niggas have a sour dipped in wine
Guess that’s why the ground sip the wine
Pourin liq so I soak in different shine
Tip tipped and toe I miss the sky
My soul gets cold, all my niggas died
So and so, niggas live and die
Beneath shoe soles you will reside
Rappers get a mil' for these freakin' lies
Tryina come with this for their freakin lives
How many times in your eyes has a nigga died?
Never!
Spittin it like a Beretta, nobody do it better nigga

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[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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'Real Niggas' Lyrics - Gunplay (Ft. Rick Ross)
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Chorus:
I got real niggas that drink, real niggas that smoke
I got real niggas with pain, real niggas who broke
I got real niggas with OZs, real niggas with bricks
Real niggas who broke trees, real niggas who sniff
Real niggas who snow, real niggas who won’t
Real niggas who sip… strapped up at fifteen
Real niggas that gang bang, real niggas that claim blood
Real niggas that cripple, show them boys the same love

I know real niggas that…
Real niggas that caught bodies
Real niggas with no charges
Little jerks with no consciousness
Little niggas that’s bitch, and just wanna see you eat
Ain’t gonna front your block… and get you right back on your feet
Now that’s a real nigga, I… that
A real nigga don’t bounce back
Lame niggas gonna pump up
A real nigga gonna house that.
Pussy niggas be playing but my money ain’t no game
You play with that there,
You don’t lay with that .. chain
I know real niggas that bought trap
Got wild, what now?
No space, no room, fuck new move, watch out!
Real nigga, that’s all I be
Real thief, that’s all I see
Real magic, that’s all I am
Still matching, that’s all I need

Chorus:
I got real niggas that drink, real niggas that smoke
I got real niggas with pain, real niggas who broke
I got real niggas with OZs, real niggas with bricks
Real niggas who broke trees, real niggas who sniff
Real niggas who snow, real niggas who won’t
Real niggas who sip… strapped up at fifteen
Real niggas that gang bang, real niggas that claim blood
Real niggas that cripple, show them boys the same love

I know a real nigga named gun play
..on his gunplay
I know real shooters know bowling… no confe
I got real niggas that.. cause a real nigga got…
Cause a real nigga just don’t care, a real nigga gonna ride
I got a real nigga that’s sitting
I know fuck nigga that talk
I know real niggas that been there
I’m a real niggas that won’t
I got real niggas that die for
..in the life after
I got real niggas that been real
And these niggas ain’t rappers
I got real niggas that’s masons
Real niggas that’s satious
Real niggas that’s Cuban and some little niggas that’s crazy
I got real niggas in wheelchairs
Real niggas we in here, real niggas that been scared
Real niggas shit…

Chorus:
I got real niggas that drink, real niggas that smoke
I got real niggas with pain, real niggas who broke
I got real niggas with OZs, real niggas with bricks
Real niggas who broke trees, real niggas who sniff
Real niggas who snow, real niggas who won’t
Real niggas who sip… strapped up at fifteen
Real niggas that gang bang, real niggas that claim blood
Real niggas that cripple, show them boys the same love!

I know real niggas on the West Side, real niggas on the East
Real nigga downside to the Midwest street
I got a real nigga named Peanut that ain’t really here to speak
I got a real nigga named Tano, I know they don’t set…
I’m a real nigga that can’t hide, get money and… dick ride
Real niggas on my team, true niggas on this side
I got real niggas that’s quiet, real niggas that’s riot
I got real niggas that sell dope, and hustlers that’s gonna buy it
I got real niggas 25 8
No hustler, I fly…
Real niggers don’t pay that shit, inject… right away!
Real niggers with.. real niggers with none
I got real niggers with nickle bags and real niggers with tones

Chorus:
I got real niggas that drink, real niggas that smoke
I got real niggas with pain, real niggas who broke
I got real niggas with OZs, real niggas with bricks
Real niggas who broke trees, real niggas who sniff
Real niggas who snow, real niggas who won’t
Real niggas who sip… strapped up at fifteen
Real niggas that gang bang, real niggas that claim blood
Real niggas that cripple, show them boys the same love!

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[hook]
don’t feed the apes (4x)
and banana clips
don’t feed the apes (4x)
and banana clips
i’m going soup everytime i’m going to (8x)

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Future what it do, nigger?
Bounce!
Nigger… on these fuck boys
Was that?
Twisting, whining, backing soda at the same damn time
Plus I got to mention, bitch, I got the same damn time
Women bought the sixty twos at the same damn time
Like.. at the rolly at the same damn time!
At the same damn time, at the same damn time
Still selling boys and girl at the same damn time!
Selling cane, gimmie brain at the same damn time
All the women say my name at the same damn time!
..two different choppers at the same damn time
Putting down different projects at the same damn time!
Throw money.. it’s the same damn grind
But I got two platinum …at the same damn time!
Women got two Maseratis at the same damn time
Paparazzi.. at the same damn time
It’s the same damn time, it’s the same damn grind
Captain boy cooking time at the same damn time
On my Twitter writing raps at the same damn time
Getting here counting bread at the same down time.

She a.. at the same damn time
We’re a squad, long for…
Fuck your tape, fuck your bra
Middle finger up, to the mother fucking…
No days on, can’t play ball, sick with the … like the wrong going on.
At the same damn time shape like a..
..and she makes you …
And she striping, go to college
And they trick her to…
But them bitches always gossip, she fears…
At the same, at the same time
And your girl don’t show her face when I’ll be …
..be nice, with the great …
You’re in the past… on the same watch!

Chorus:
I wear Gucci, I wear Prada at the same damn time
On the phone, cooking dope, at the same damn time
Selling white, selling me at the same damn time
Fucking two pair of bitches at the same damn time
At the same damn time, at the same damn time
At the same damn time, at the same damn time
On the Pluto, on the Mars at the same damn time
On the sofa, private bar, at the same damn time

All black, tacky jumper ..at the same damn time
Daddy’s bitches popping…
All these hoes in the game, no room for you in here
…bitch on my shades, skinies on my blades
… like my hood that ever glades
Bitch for ever pay, doing with no effort
Now let’s … celebrate
Hoes catching…
Toe touching flicks, she jumped on my… and did a… trick for me.
Slipping on, and pimping… grip for me.
… you homie, homie had a…
I’mma pull that ghetto now …
Must be at your rabbit mind, I’m talking rabbit same damn time.

I got Gucci, I got Louis at the same damn time
I should do … Naomi with the same damn…
In the kitchen with the flow, you got the same damn…
I need a … I’mma blow it at the same damn time
At the same damn time, get a …
And she got a boyfriend, but she say it’s sucker
At the same time pull it like James….
and… tomorrow all these niggers can’t count
…got bitches on my list, they’re rolling on…

Chorus:
I wear Gucci, I wear Prada at the same damn time
On the phone, cooking dope, at the same damn time
Selling white, selling me at the same damn time
Fucking two pair of bitches at the same damn time
At the same damn time, at the same damn time
At the same damn time, at the same damn time
On the Pluto, on the Mars at the same damn time
On the sofa, private bar, at the same damn time

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Pulling up, jumping out, pulling up, jumping out
Pulling up, jumping out, pulling up, jumping out
Pulling up, jumping out, pulling up, jumping out
Pulling up, jumping out, pulling up, jumping out
Whoa I’m bout to, whoa I’m bout to, whoa I’m bout to
Whoa I’m bout to, whoa I’m bout to, whoa I’m bout to

I’m pulling up I’m putting down,
Looping up I’m jumping out
Ok, here come that trouble now
Turn your hood eleven now
Sling it all, slay them all, let them die
Praise the lord, raise him up, the thought I raised the floor
Whoa I’m bout to, whoa I’m bout to, whoa I’m bout to
Whoa I’m bout to, whoa I’m bout to, whoa I’m bout to

I’m pulling up I’m putting down,
Looping up I’m jumping out
Ok, here come that shit you want
Leave alive, bet you won’t
We ain’t letting nothing slide,
Jump that ok nothing hard
I’m a human, … ride, …

Pulling up, jumping out, pulling up, jumping out
Pulling up, jumping out, pulling up, jumping out
Pulling up, jumping out, pulling up, jumping out
Pulling up, jumping out, pulling up, jumping out
Whoa I’m bout to, whoa I’m bout to, whoa I’m bout to
Whoa I’m bout to, whoa I’m bout to, whoa I’m bout to

Party saying that…shit
Ain’t no… for my nigga
I got artillery that … see me for my nigga
… charges … all this bad ego my nigga
I got them sliders on my side,
You got … with that… to that polo
What the fuck is…drinking, why he drinking moonshine
Double desert eagle, that’s illegal 2 times
I’m riding like it should have been…
I’m forever not afraid
Long as I got my chopsticks…

Pulling up, jumping out, pulling up, jumping out
Pulling up, jumping out, pulling up, jumping out
Pulling up, jumping out, pulling up, jumping out
Pulling up, jumping out, pulling up, jumping out
Whoa I’m bout to, whoa I’m bout to, whoa I’m bout to
Whoa I’m bout to, whoa I’m bout to, whoa I’m bout to.

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i wanna hit line drives
wanna lose weight?
for you
hey, whats up doc?

now i was raised in a sandbox next to you and her
you was holding the handgun, she was giving birth
to a baby boy to be just like you, i wonder what’s that worth
i-i wonder if you ever knew that you was a role model to me first
the next day i-i woke up in the morning, seen you on the news
looked in the mirror, then realized i-i-i had something to prove
you told me “don’t be like me, just finish watching cartoons”
which is funny now cause all i see is wile e. coyotes in the room
and i run it

and i run it, yeah bluh
yes i run it, bluh bluh bluh bluh
i run it, bluh bluh bluh bluh
yes i run it, i run it
yeah bluh yeah

salt all in my wounds
hear my tears all in my tomb
let my life loose in this booth
just for you, muthafucka, hope y’all amused

i run it bluh, bluh, bluh, bluh
and i run it bluh, bluh, bluh, bluh
yeah yeah bluh
yes i run it

this shit make a nigga just wanna ride
reminisce when i had the morning appetite
apple jacks, had nothing that i hit the tv guide
animaniac the only thing that gave me peace of mind
i’m a maniac when aiming at the enemy delight
tell a story that i’ll never flourish 25
not to worry, every warrior will come and see you fully
young, that’s a covenant that i put on every tribe
ain’t nobody go tie your shoe
nobody grew up by (by) your rule
nobody horn your gun, how come, your tongue say killa then kill my mood
light speed living in the world you know
lit a whole leaf, feeling like a live wire
bet i put some new tires on a lighting bolt
til’ i wreck into a pole, like a right to vote
i am from the bottom of the jungle
living in the bottom of the food chain
when you get a new chain, nigga take it from you
a new dame, one stripe, and you a zebra look alike
hope another homicide don’t numb you a nun
do things we’ll never learn soon
and the error where we wanna earn soon
that’s an error, you can smell it in the air
everybody really doomed
that’s why i backed on you maa’fuckas
all yall can suck my dick
all them days that the county buildings
i”m bout to make my momma rich
cartoons and (cereal)
i ain’t felt this (good since)
school mixed up (here we go)
elementary hood shit

now i was raised in a sandbox next to you and her
you was holding the handgun, she was giving birth
to a baby boy to be just like you, i wonder what’s that worth
i-i wonder if you ever knew that you was a role model to me first
the next day i-i woke up in the morning, seen you on the news
looked in the mirror, then realized i-i-i had something to prove
you told me “don’t be like me, just finish watching cartoons”
which is funny now cause all i see is wile e. coyotes in the room
and i run it

and i run it, yeah bluh
yes i run it, bluh bluh bluh bluh
i run it, bluh bluh bluh bluh
yes i run it, i run it
yeah bluh yeah

this shit make a nigga just wanna shit on everybody
even with a pot to piss in
i’mma aim sloppy at a loud mouth, discharge
dismiss any business of yours
discounts never did amount to a check
that ya ass couldn’t cash when the shit bounce
everything dismounts, niggas gone flip that car
ak’s for the whole hood
house lit went down perfect
two shots to the head he deserved it
overheard it hit my bed with a bowl and remote control
dark winged up, lost service
mama said i’d better duck, she’s nervous
drama hauled in the clutch, hit the curtains
i mean don’t intervene with no drum machine
this block stay jerking, the feds stay lurkin’
emerging on everbody corner (dash for it)
get a toe tag, when you play tac with a task of a new (task force)
everybody wanna know my life
how did i make it (past yours)
well let me tell you like this
i’ve been running this shit since (i asked for it)
cartoons and cereal

i wanna hit line drives
wanna lose weight?
for you
hey, whats up doc?

salt all in my wounds
hear my tears all in my tunes
let my life loose in this booth just for you
ma’fucka hope y’all amused!
i did wrong, karma came
crackers gave me ball and chain
friends, enemies all the same
state, fed, both can hang
nobody can mute me, but i never said nobody can shoot me
just another stat to the white folks
still whip work to the white yolk, absolutely!
everyday feel like the one before
hunt the money, don’t hunt the ho
if you do what you always done
then you get what you always got
you number fools!
i ain’t seen the back of my eyelids
for about the past 72 hours
hand on my heart, face to the hood
i pledge every word you ever heard was honest
yeah this me, no mic
no cameras, no lights, just pain
mama how much trauma can i sustain?
dirty money come with lots of stains
road to riches come with lots of lanes
just another player with lots of game
never had shit got lots of game
just another player with lots of game..
never had shit got lots of game

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mask on, mask off

when i loop that corner boy, ain't gon' be no talk
just a whole lotta (flocka! ) and a whole lotta chump
mask on (how you want it?) mask off (how you want it?)
you don't want it homie, what the fuck you niggas mean?
sheriff catch us with the infrared beams

ok, these niggas think they steppin' on my turf and ima let 'em
get your armor off first, 'fore you step out in this weather
rainin' bucket on my fuckas, cocaine in my dutches
ain't gon be no mercy when your fate is in my clutches
m dre with the top rip, rag on the chopstick
lookin' like i'm bout to hold the whole world hostage
they say i'm satan's sidekick but yall'd never know
i got killers lurkin' round but yall'd never know
rollin' in my benz like it's boderline bentley
my 44 never close, so don't boderline tempt me
i'm in total control mode, move you like a checker
two barrels on my weapon, now that's a double decker

no pity in my city, no love in my titty
who the fuck ain't gunplay money? all they'd admit it
cigarfare and hardware, no way i'm gon' starve here
hard weed, and soft hair, and sticks for that warfare
so serious i can't smile, stress keep my face frown
it don't matter how many times i pull the ace out
real nigga all day, bully the hard way
from the bout to broadway, we gon' handle it our way
lookin' like money, but i'm feelin' like murder
if ya took somethin' from me, best believe i'll reverse it
yeah, clearly disturbed, probably piss on a sheriff
fuck the crackas and the jackas, pass the mass and a wacka

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[rick ross]
we them niggas at the park, we just wanna ball
sellin dope, we get a car and don’t know what its called
nniggas foul, but the referees dont get involved
its the finals, and my dogs came to take it all
with the her-ion , nigga im lebron (huh)
quarter millie for my car, and thats on the quran
you running with me nigga, or you better run two
ties for you pussies cause you know who number one
these bitches all on my dick, is it all of my cars,
they say my audemar sick, just bought a ?
this a ten million flip, so nigga fuck what you talk
100 million off the rip, the definition of boss
she can tell how i’m ballin, dat i’m just gettin started
yea i took an advance, put 20 keys in the projects
had to scoop my lieutenant, had to make my deposits
niggas diee everyday the time choppa comes out the closet
and i pride myself, i’m gettin money in the street
i ride myself, i’m the one you gotta see
i bring it straight to your door, do you like it manolo
when you flashin that money, them people flashin your photo
kno i’m fuckin these broads, cause i’m flashy as fuck
five live-in maids, my crib nasty as fuck
fi-five live-in maids, my crib nasty as fuck
fi-five live-in maids, my crib nasty as fuck
huh

my money on a another level (huh)
my money on a another level (huh)
she fucking ordinary niggas
your bitch be fucking ordinary niggas

[meek mill]
hatin wid dem bitchs, dats a flagrant foul
i’m posted with that china white, the smokers say its yao
a nigga play, i want his head im talkin 80 thou
i tell my shooters go get em, they go make a cow
ridin in a wiz a fortune, then i made a vow
i will never let these rapper niggas take a stow
my dogs karate chop them bricks, then they take a bow
throw a banana in the air ak then i make a smile
blake griffin on these niggas, rookie of the year,
this ordinary shittin on these niggas
and i heard that they be hating, i aint trippin on these niggas
make it rain all these hoes, havin it drippin on these niggas
ya
lou-louie vutton kicks , they my ball sneaks
30 pair michael jordans, is what they cost me
lou-louie vutton kicks, they my ball sneaks
30 pair michael jordans, is what they cost me

my money on a another level
my money on a another level
she fuckin ordinary niggas
your bitch be fucking ordinary niggas

[gunplay]
my track got umps, jumpin until it needs a crutch
got birds flyin around, like mr 23 himself
you want to eat, i got the food
nigga come and see the chef,
we aint playing by the rules, put the toolie on the reps
scored a foul line nigga, payin high by the high now
when i get the gucci, only 3note is the dial now
skunk screamin loud, tryna speak a whole sound now
my heart so hard, the cookie need a powerdrive
i’m triple a arrogant ass attitude
100 down south, right down the last avenue
this the dead end, gotta kill to fit in
so pop your act and move it, if he can bring the shit in
lebon 5.0?s white tee, hood rich
i got cheerleaders too, and everyone a hood bitch
and a whip the color the yayo, n that mutha fucka foreign
whi-whi-whip the color yayo, n that mutha fucka foreign

[rick ross]
my money on a another level
my money on a another level
she fucking ordinary niggas
your bitch be fucking ordinary niggas

my money on a another level
my money on a another level
she fucking ordinary niggas
your bitch be fucking ordinary niggas

we gon call this the finals,
cause i can have your ass finalized
huh
we 25 million up nigga, double m g the untouchable

fuck boy, fuck boy, fuck boy
still a fuck boy
we gettin money nigga
we gettin money nigga
i see you runnin nigga
i see you runnin nigga
they dnt want it nigga
they dnt want it nigga
they dnt want it nigga
they dont want it nigga
we 1 hundred nigga
we 1 hundred nigga
100 million

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Rollin : Gunplay

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Play that music, My dog says we’re gonna be rich one day
Lay it down, don’t say a sound, gunplay
Word, this for my niggers on the block and hallways, word
All every Monday through Sunday
Hey tell you see me on the set one, whirls whips sitting on … one
Snatch a dime nigger want it real cause I’m rolling, nigger cause I’m rolling, nigger cause I’m rolling
My vip’s so tight, I see this ace of spades
Pappa see it tense, behind this all black shades
A young nigger pay, number nine shades,
If you run your … like me, …

My campaign’s in champagne, can’t slow down my fast lane
I do my damn thing I’m drunk on that care …
I burst on the batman, pussy body campaign
This thing I ain’t ran at, my gate quite as …
My job stinks of … the drums hold a whole lot
You buss me a liq I had upon my little world wide
Fold down that pussy, … walls …
They day, panic, nigger, twister, throwing, let it grow up
I pop as they countdown, can’t turn out my loud bound
You keep it real in a feel, home boy, I doubt that
Thank you for bringing here, thanks wise …
You ride make me shout that
If that you ain’t by that

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Nigger, rolling,hey tell you see me on the set one, whirls whips sitting on … one
Snatch a dime nigger want it real cause I’m rolling, nigger cause I’m rolling, nigger cause I’m rolling
My vip’s so tight, I see this ace of spades
Pappa see it tense, behind this all black shades
A young nigger pay, number nine shades,
If you run your … like me, …

I’m drinking ace of spades like a pop soldiers
Man I’m rolling on, wrapping on my stock holder
Cleiko love me like Brooklyn love …,
For his green Rover, call it …
Hey, you don’t sleep walking bug it all them …
Honey grand in my … do to money dance
I feel it in my name of Benjamin Flocka
… give me for my sins, I just can’t …
Oscars on the sea, pine apple paint
Bottles on me, what you want to drink?
Pills on me, who wander he? Skip two letters, I’m a fucking G

Rolling,hey tell you see me on the set one, whirls whips sitting on … one
Snatch a dime nigger want it real cause I’m rolling, nigger cause I’m rolling, nigger cause I’m rolling
My vip’s so tight, I see this ace of spades
Pappa see it tense, behind this all black shades
A young nigger pay, number nine shades,
If you run your … like me, …

Gun on my ways, gun in my lanes, sitting on lover squad …
Suckers getting santé, forgetting all pray
… takes two to rob banks, cause the tapes on the town
The money on the cap, fish scales looking like I built it off the topper
White sea to water, this shit getting walking
One question in their room, they kill it … let go
This song’s like a ball man, this song’s just for tossing
This chains, …
Ace, … bananas
Mouth, fun, I need, a million

Rolling,hey tell you see me on the set one, whirls whips sitting on … one
Snatch a dime nigger want it real cause I’m rolling, nigger cause I’m rolling, nigger cause I’m rolling
My vip’s so tight, I see this ace of spades
Pappa see it tense, behind this all black shades
A young nigger pay, number nine shades,
If you run your … like me, …
Play that music.

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