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'Beast' Lyrics - Twista
Here is Beast Lyrics by Twista

I’m a beast, boy, with an intergalactic flow
Trouble intermittence from another planet
But I spit that fly shit, though
That shit go, damn, that shit blow
Put me in a laboratory, I’mma cook, that’s how shit go

Fendy, Prada, Enny, inter-quantum physics
Alien that never heard about the bitches on the earth
So I think I’mma visit
Niggas coming at me acting like they hard
Yelling fuck me, fuck you, too
Don’t get it twisted when I spin it scientific
‘Cause the niggas that with us do shoot
New coupe, think you’re messing with a dupe, fool, fool
Dark matter aka…
Yelling out like Louis, yelling out moo-boo
Yelling out like Wayne, yelling out soo-woo
‘Cause I’mma wreck them, ‘cause I’m coming for a whole other spectrum
Tryna throw me in the flames…kick me out the game but I ain’t gonna let ‘em
It’s a fascination with the science, my creation, I am God, look at how they way shit go
Take it to a whole other motherfucking level when I say I made that ho

I’m a beast, boy, with an intergalactic flow
Trouble intermittence from another planet
But I spit that fly shit, though
That shit go, damn, that shit blow
Put me in a laboratory, I’mma cook, that’s how shit go
I’m a beast, boy, with an intergalactic flow
Trouble intermittence from another planet
But I spit that fly shit, though
That shit go, damn, that shit blow
Put me in a laboratory, I’mma cook, that’s how shit go

In the beginning there was Adam, ATOM
I am the Higgs Boson, meaner I was way before him
I kick logic, science, astrological when I be spitting you a verse
Feel like you probably fucking with me, you the first
But in a parallel universe, all up in my face
You think you something out of this almost empty space
So nigga, you ain’t nothing
Telling everybody that’s it’s on, we can spray
I know that ain’t you, the cells in your body got their own DNA
I know that ain’t you, …
Coming with some shit you’ve never heard before
Like genes, chromosomes,…

I’m a beast, boy, with an intergalactic flow
Trouble intermittence from another planet
But I spit that fly shit, though
That shit go, damn, that shit blow
Put me in a laboratory, I’mma cook, that’s how shit go
I’m a beast, boy, with an intergalactic flow
Trouble intermittence from another planet
But I spit that fly shit, though
That shit go, damn, that shit blow
Put me in a laboratory, I’mma cook, that’s how shit go

Niggas coming at me
That’s how shit go
Niggas coming at me
That’s how shit go

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[Verse 1]
I be the grossest, nigga spitting dirt about the hood, then that go with the flow that's ferocious
Kill 'em off with the minimum dosage, you don't wanna see the result of my ultimatum when I focus
And I got the streets on lock, Muthafuckas feast on Twist like they feast on Pac, I'm a beast and the beats don't stop
Twista and the Legendary Traxter and we so hot
Kill 'em off if we ever get into it in a minute I'mma murder em and put 'em in a body like ain't nothing they can do about it
Dump 'em in the streets you'll never know it was get money that was in the controversy cause I off whoever knew about it
Take it up another level when im off of tropical, the reason I went overdosing off my mentality
Phys-i-cally I be from the inner city yeah the Windy City but I'm spiritually from another galaxy
And I be... one of them... niggas that... never do... give a fuck... what you say as long as Ima get em up
Witness that I fly, look at the way I kick back, niggas in the chi guest you can say I spit that
Devin Hamster, D-Rose, never see me at a show with cheap clothes, take over the game no cheap code
Ima ball like shaq no free throws, im on...
When it be coming to this rap shit im top shotta
Mid-west god father, hotter in the city like bambaataa
And ima damn problem, a speedknot mobstaz
Blowing on the top ganja
Everything I wear cost top Doller

[Hook]
If your on what im on come fuck with me
If your about getting money come fuck with me
If you blowing on loud come fuck with me
If you need a new style come fuck with me

[Verse 2]
Ima the higgs boson
Blast and the raft lance vic with voltons
Come on write that over more gigs and role bombs
Make you have to hold your kids in your arms
Got you the remedy we stand the test of time like ima the statue of liberty
And ima bringing the raft of my enemy and I am immortal when im in a portal
Full of math than chemistry
Telling you that ima get em when I see you coming with the rhetoric
That let me know that you want to get annihilated
I am at the pinnacle when on the beat I leave a enemy at the back of me and anybody violated
Put em at the bottom of the barrel ima animal I kill em with the ammunition
There ain't gonna be no murdering me
Coming to the surfaces of the earth ain't no purposes in rukus, worth of a person holding hundred million money for me
Protons, neutrons, electrons
Building blocks to a decepticon
You just met with tron
Don't upset lebron
Kobe Wan Kenobi
Left hand ima black ginobili
Shoot em no more monetarily death and holy matrimony
Shit on muthafuckas if I ever catch em acting phony
When it be coming to this rap shit im top shotta
Mid-west god father, hotter in the city like bambaataa
And ima damn problem, a speedknot mobstaz
Blowing on the top ganja
Everything I wear cost top Doller

[Hook]
If your on what im on come fuck with me
If your about getting money come fuck with me
If you blowing on loud come fuck with me
If you need a new style come fuck with me

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Here is Get Money Lyrics by Young Chris Ft. Rico Love

[Intro:]
Turn the lights on, yeah!
Turn the lights on, yeah!
Turn the lights on, yeah!
Turn the lights on, yeah!

Hook:
She don’t wanna work hard for it,
But she wanna get money!
She don’t fuck with them broke boys,
Them niggas is too bummy
When she see them sparkling lights,
I bet she come running
She don’t wanna work hard for it,
But she wanna get money!
So you better stop talking with them hoes that you can’t afford
(Can’t afford, can’t afford, can’t afford)
You better stop talking with them hoes that you can’t afford
(Can’t afford, can’t afford, can’t afford)
Don’t get mad, get money!

Get it, get it, you love that hoe, I hit it!
You love that ass, I smash
What them boys wanna do, I did it!
Flossy, ripped it, hoe girl, when I get twisted
I’mma get in that ass so good,
I’mma fuck you like I missed it!
That straight Patron I pissed it,
Gotta keep a tough back!
Pull up some futuristic
They’re like, “how much, duck?”
Only pretty girls roll with us,
Gotta lead the duck’s back!
You did it just like you did it
One night to your wife, and you love that!
She don’t wanna work hard (hard)
She just wanna get paid (paid)
She don’t want a relationship
She just wanna get laid (laid)!
Wanna be where it’s sunny and sipping on something
Abandon the ship!
But I got so many bitches that’s waiting in line
I can have me a pussy parade!

Hook:
She don’t wanna work hard for it,
But she wanna get money!
She don’t fuck with them broke boys,
Them niggas is too bummy
When she see them sparkling lights,
I bet she come running
She don’t wanna work hard for it,
But she wanna get money!
So you better stop talking with them hoes that you can’t afford
(Can’t afford, can’t afford, can’t afford)
You better stop talking with them hoes that you can’t afford
(Can’t afford, can’t afford, can’t afford)
Don’t get mad, get money!

I think I fell in love with a stripper
A bottle of Patron and some swishers (light up!)
And you know what happened when I’m on the liquor
A nigga might fuck around and kiss her!
(Turn the lights on!)
If you’re fucking with this hoe, better have a lot of dough
If you’s a broke nigga, get a fuck up about the dough.
Know she like that new Channel, that Givanchy, YSL,
All my queen for my queen
Yes, my bitch be fly as hell
Hello, momma! How are you doing?
Where you going, what’s your name,
Where you from?
Fuck with us…
Broke niggas over there,
The whole section looking lame
And you’s the sexy little thing
So I’mma put something in your range!

Hook:
She don’t wanna work hard for it,
But she wanna get money!
She don’t fuck with them broke boys,
Them niggas is too bummy
When she see them sparkling lights,
I bet she come running
She don’t wanna work hard for it,
But she wanna get money!
So you better stop talking with them hoes that you can’t afford
(Can’t afford, can’t afford, can’t afford)
You better stop talking with them hoes that you can’t afford
(Can’t afford, can’t afford, can’t afford)
Don’t get mad, get money!
Get money!
Don’t get mad, get money!
Get money!
Don’t get mad, get money!
Get money!

She don’t wanna work hard for it,
But she wanna get money!
She don’t fuck with them broke boys,
Them niggas is too bummy
When she see them sparkling lights,
I bet she come running
She don’t wanna work hard for it,
But she wanna get money!
So you better stop talking with them hoes that you can’t afford
(Can’t afford, can’t afford, can’t afford)
You better stop talking with them hoes that you can’t afford
(Can’t afford, can’t afford, can’t afford)
Don’t get mad, get money!
Get money!
Don’t get mad, get money!
Get money!
Don’t get mad, get money!
Get money!

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'Shhh (Remix)' Lyrics - Fat Trel ft. Meek Mill, Rick Ross & Tracy T
Here is Shhh (Remix) Lyrics by Fat Trel Ft. Meek Mill, Rick Ross & Tracy T

[Intro: Rick Ross]
All I ever wanted was a kilo
Till they my little nigga with the rico
Fat Trel, Maybach Murda Gang
Mastermind, double M

[Verse 1: Fat Trel]
Nigga tell me how you want it with a savage
It get crazy where I'm living it's tragic
If you can take it from my pocket you can have it
You know I got a body bag in the trash
You know I got an old thot you can have
Nigga come fuck my old bitch
Niggas couldn't eat my old pussy
I'm in the kitchen I could tell you how the stove looking
Nigga all I really wanted was the pyrex
A couple hundred body snatchers in the projects
You know my bloods stay connected like direct
I'm in Miami my bitches like "where Lebron at?"
I finish fucking her [?] like "where your mom at?"
In front the coppers I got choppers for the combat
Couldn't believe it my niggas say he was sellin' grenades
Quit bullshittin' I'm a sell you where the bomb at
D.C. nigga, sittin wrist dip low
He ain't know a chopper price get this low
See I cop em' in Atlanta bring em' back to Alabama Avenue
And tell them niggas "come and get it let's go"
Fifty in the Mac take em' back to benny row
Bitches in my kitchen with the semi's on the floor
All I know I want him dead by tonight
With his head in his lap and his body at the light
Purchase me some [?] and I'm a buy some Sprite
Tell a bitch keep counting till she get the count right
When a bitch finish might purchase her a flight
Might take a whole life
Might fuck her all night
Right, you know I hate to say it twice
But you pussy ass niggas ain't bout that life
Pussy ass niggas ain't bout that life
Pussy ass niggas ain't bout that life

[Hook]
Talking 'bout you popping tags, nigga you ain't bought shit
Talking bout a hunned bottles, nigga you ain't popped shit
All you talk nana clips, nigga you ain't shot shit
Spending money on these hoes, nigga you ain't fuck shit

[Verse 2: Tracy T]
[?]

[Hook]
Talking 'bout you popping tags, nigga you ain't bought shit
Talking bout a hunned bottles, nigga you ain't popped shit
All you talk nana clips, nigga you ain't shot shit
Spending money on these hoes, nigga you ain't fuck shit

[Verse 3: Meek Mill]
Thirty in the clip catch the whole thing
Feds know a nigga by his whole name
Shoot him in his head for his gold chain
You was running ball, we was sellin' cocaine
Talkin bout you buyin' bricks, nigga you ain't got shit
We was sellin' all them keys, we was like the locksmith
Twenty-Five hundred for the red bottoms
Prolly make five bands for the waste nigga
I'm rollin' through my city in a new Rolls Royce
Cheif Keef 300 for the Wraith nigga
A.K, S.K, H.K nigga, three K's like I hate niggas
And I'll put you in your place nigga
You got shoebox money I got a safe nigga holdup

[Hook]
Talking 'bout you popping tags, nigga you ain't bought shit
Talking bout a hunned bottles, nigga you ain't popped shit
All you talk nana clips, nigga you ain't shot shit
Spending money on these hoes, nigga you ain't fuck shit

[Verse 4: Rick Ross]
Automatic pistol on a nigga leather seat
See a bad bitch she my jam of the week
All I ever wanted was a kilo
Till they end my little war with the Regal
Bitches lookin' at me, Keisha look at all this change
It's the heart of war tour bus full of K's
Master P money I could pull up in a tank
C Murda shooter know a pill on the way
Still [?]
Rich niggas coming through you broke niggas better move
At your front door got word you got work
3.5 for the [?]
Now six figures for the set niggas verse
All eyes on me as I'm walking through the church
Prayin' lord forgive me, 30 shots in the semi
I done payed all of my ties now it's time to go and get it
My new plug don't fuck with the kuh
My new bitch gettin' fucked in the butt
Ridin' by the [?] see me sitting in the trunk
Niggas say they coming threw but they see me strapped up, what
Nigga runnin' in your house for the brown bag
Fear wanna know how much in the brown bag
Nigga swinging that stick for the brown bag
Your bitch even saw my number on the brown bag
All I ever wanted was a Kilo
Till they end my little war with the Regal
Sippin' on purp niggas still got a plan
Still movin' work work nigga ooh what a night
Ooh what a night, ooh what a night
If it was a picture of that pussy it'd get 200 likes
Get 200 likes, all that bitch gettin' from me is 200 likes

[Hook]
Talking 'bout you popping tags, nigga you ain't bought shit
Talking bout a hunned bottles, nigga you ain't popped shit
All you talk nana clips, nigga you ain't shot shit
Spending money on these hoes, nigga you ain't fuck shit

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Scorpion tattoo covers his shoulder
Sting of the town, leaves you cold in the form in the morning with folders
I was raised to be a soldier
And it’s because of the help from my dad, I used to hate him for the whelps on my back
All of your chores, sweep up the floors, under the couch and behind the doors
He taught me to stand on my own two
My teacher said if he’s a fan on the old school
I said, “No, he’s the principal. He ain’t scared of bullets, he’s invincible”
And he taught me to look in the eyes of every grown man
Not as if you owe him but as if you own him
6 o’clock in the morning, yawning, ‘cause real men don’t sleep past dawn and we on it
Already doing push-ups in tank tops
Thanks pops for everything I have and what I ain’t got
When I blow up like Adam’s bombs I’mma spit it out
I’m dumb, 50 mil’ just between dad and moms
This is just hard, how many gift cards did I give up just ‘cause?
Not enough to match the plight of your own father’s sin
I gotta catch a flight but you can tape it, right?
You can save money or you can save a life, you can blame mom or yeah, you can make it right
Everything that you taught me, I noted, the themes I quoted but the music, I wrote it
And all a man has in this world is his word and all I really want is a second to be heard
And I’m just searching for a witness but this is my independence
This is my independence, this is my independence
Welcome to independence, this is my independence
This is my independence

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Dear summer what you been on with my friends?
You were snake when all types ?? the glance,
And every ripped in they get a little worse
They can and everybody’s homies they could ??
But the friends is on the bullets and the six chambers
but in our faces is the faces of the newspapers
He provides the summer nights, they provide the soundtrack
We provide the pockets and then ?? bounce back
And you gotta answer soon, as the critics call
Tired of posting rest in peace on my niggas walls
So many cops with the aims on her
Too many spray panty and T-shirts wth lil nigga’s name on it
And I’m sure that a little came from nigga
But most cigar niggas, ain’t afraid to our banger
And maybe I need a geography class is something
But when the Chicago become a product means ??
And when the windy city will blow you all away
And when the throwing hands become they always move the flame
Around in time and killing cops became a row to follow,
And a bullet on your play became to ?? Chicago
??? my niggas is seizin’
‘cause everybody see em and we all in chieffin
And we all got blood, but we don’t really need em
And ?? got the gloves if you beatin’
Put your weapons down, drop em if you keep em
Throw them hands and I know you man in the deep in
Throw a body every weekend and every single weekend
Summer’s almost over, but you’re doing kind of decent

And this one here is for the ..
And now my homies born memories that the caskets made of glass
Till we walk on streets and nigga made of old deep
Shout out to north thaggin and old street
Until we park and until we park
And I’m so ??
Chicago pays the picture that is more than art.
We all feel the father have to show up,
So summer is never acting
Chicago summer

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Welcome to the kick back, the last of the summer
The night before we go we all gotta come up
You all gotta celebrate the glass right in front us
Grab a blunt and a loud and a glass with some rom
My momma’s gone so we about to get so gone
First get the swishers out then get your roll on
Yeah, get the roads out, we ‘bout to burn a whole zone
Please work it out until you’re sitting on the ozone
A lot of hoes dressed up, a lot of fun they close on
First get the liquor out then get these hoes gone
Everybody feeling great, go and get your good on
But first get your bread out, everybody will put on
Wanna get the flight night go one and get to cracking
Why you getting mad, it’s just a little madness
Sip on a body or a little bit of beer pong
In for the shorty, looking forward to the beer pong
Why you this struck, man, you wasn’t ever here long
Oh, this night gotta last like the whole school year long

Welcome to the kick back, go ahead and kick back
Just keep my house clean before my momma get back
Keep on blasting if you wasn’t gonna hit that
Go and pass the glass if you wasn’t gonna sip that
I’m just gonna sit back, find a girl and chit-chat
Then find a good spot so maybe we can dips it
Dip off as soon as we get back do it all over again
Welcome to the kick back

Welcome to the kick back
Why you got that blunt in your hand, my nigga, split that
Why you show off if you ain’t tryna get it in
Reggae in my ear while we blowing in the wind
Chasing on mixes, sip the juice after the gin
And I know it’s strong, baby, but you gotta hold it in
And if you just getting here, all the smoke is in the bathroom
Niggas at the liquor store, they should be coming back soon
In this shit to win it so my eyes on raccoon, need a chance in this bitch
It’s gonna be a rap soon

Welcome to the kick back, go ahead and kick back
Just keep my house clean before my momma get back
Keep on blasting if you wasn’t gonna hit that
Go and pass the glass if you wasn’t gonna sip that
I’m just gonna sit back, find a girl and chit-chat
Then find a good spot so maybe we can dips it
Dip off as soon as we get back do it all over again
Welcome to the kick back

Welcome to the kick back
Welcome to the kick back
Welcome to the kick back

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