Sway - Still Speedin Reloaded Lyrics

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Sway - Still Speedin Reloaded Lyrics

[Intro]
Walk right in [x7]

Walk into the sunset, tell me if you wanna go
Speedin speedin’
Aint no slowing down
Tell me if you wanna go speedin’, speedin’
(Still Speedin’)

[1st Verse : Sway]
I was telling everybody up your speed
That was a couple of years ago
And now I’m revving up for Deliverance
Switching up gears, got a couple of years to go
(Super swah!)
Here we go! As soon as you hear that, go!
Liverpool to Portsmouth, yeah,
That chorus got the crowd screaming

Ooooh oh, ooooh oh!
Ooooh oh, ooooh oh!
I got the people screaming
Ooooh oh, ooooh oh!
Ooooh oh, ooooh oh!
(Still Speedin’)

Click, click, hear the strap
Seat belt Derek’s back!
Time to blow like I’m Dynamo
No more disappearing act,
I know you miss me, I miss you too!
Sometimes that’s what a mist will do
Like Taio I was cruising
Now it’s time to take my steering back
One of the best to ever do it
(They say!)
A testament to this game
(They say!)
And even in the wind I never blew it
(They say!)
I swayed but kept in my lane
They call me Fleetwood mac
I’m a with a mac with a fleet
Still getting royalties
No spoiler but I spoil me!
I got the crowd screaming

Ooooh oh, ooooh oh!
Ooooh oh, ooooh oh!
I got the people screaming
Ooooh oh, ooooh oh!
Ooooh oh, ooooh oh!
Still speeding!
Ooooh oh, ooooh oh!
Ooooh oh, ooooh oh!
Ooooh oh, ooooh oh!
Make some noise!

Still Speedin’

[2nd Verse : Lupe Fiasco]
With a gas tank full of tear drops
Collected over the years, what has fueled this here drop
I’m so high, everytime I drive my ears pop
Clutch full of victory, never let it slip through my gear box
Like a ? they drop into a rise
Look into my headlights, might go blind looking in my eyes
Lewis, Lewis Hamilton showing up on this track
If you ever lost, then every feel exhausted
There’s only one formula to bring it back
Sway and ‘pe, go together like A&K
4 and 7, trigger/finger
Put it in the air and make it spray (Blaow)
Kick it like a hotspurs game, Tottenham’s ashes
Not about cricket, strapped, we bash the brains outta…

[3rd Verse : Lupe Fiasco]
Pedal to the metal on a level I ain’t gonna settle
For anything less than gold
I ain’t gonna meddle around about
End up down and out
Tryna build since I was little kid I never had the lego
Running through the fields and the meadows of Ally Pally
And now I’m a hill with Geppetto
Was enough to make a fake boy real!
I can definitely make a real boy hard as steel!
I ain’t gonna stop until I do a couple of millions
I gave them my demo, now it’s time to deal again!
I’m back up on the bill again
I’m fresh from the bank,
Bob’s your uncle!
Mines uncle Phil again
Because I’ve got the will power I’ve got the potential
And I got the credentials
All of the essentials when it gets stressful
My bp rises but I’m never gonna stop
Unless I need to get petrol!
(Swah!)
Still speeding’

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Young Jeezy F.A.M.E. Lyrics

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Young Jeezy F.A.M.E. Lyrics

(J.U.S.T.I.C.E. League)

[Young Jeezy]
F-ck these haters I'd kill 'em all if I could
Ain't scared of none of y'all, so you know my aim good
Blowing Bin Laden in my Porsche 911
Just left Ground Zero, on my way to kush heaven
Can't slow down, too much evil in my rear view
Sometimes you wanna scream to God
But he can't hear you
And even if you did, this'll probably be his answer
F-ck you 'plaining about? It ain't like you got cancer
Do it for my niggas on the block that got it worse
First the love, then the hate, that just a trap nigga's curse
I bet you feel like the whole world hating on you
But what's the hold up? The whole world waiting on you
(The F.A.M.E.)
I wake up and feel empty
Shit make you want to squeeze your Glock until it's empty
I'm already standing on the edge, so don't tempt me
Fake motherf-ckers envy
(The F.A.M.E.)
I wake up and feel empty
Shit make you want to squeeze your Glock until it's empty
I'm already standing on the edge, so don't tempt me
Fake motherf-ckers envy

[Young Jeezy]
You mean to tell me from running my big mouth
That I could chill here in this big penthouse
All elevatored up, black hardwood floors
Just to sit around and feel like it ain't yours
Your conscience got you feeling like you done something wrong
But the flat screen say motherf-cker, we on
Pardon me, nigga, do you see this view?
See Ruth's Chris from here, what the f-ck's wrong with you?
Looking at my Rollie, yeah, it's almost 7
Bill Gates state of mind with an automatic weapon
You might remember from putting on for the city
Or back when it was on 2, going for the 50
Opened up a few squares, opened up a few tours
Just to show niggas keys open up doors
"Oh, we don't f-ck with Young no more" Why not?
The only thing I can figure, because he on top
(The F.A.M.E.)
I wake up and feel empty
Shit make you want to squeeze your Glock until it's empty
I'm already standing on the edge, so don't tempt me
Fake motherf-ckers envy
(The F.A.M.E.)
I wake up and feel empty
Shit make you want to squeeze your Glock until it's empty
I'm already standing on the edge, so don't tempt me
Fake motherf-ckers envy
(The F.A.M.E.)

[T.I.]
What up, world? Long time, huh?
Hey, look
Lately, I been often out of sight, seldom out of mind
Ay, getcha bidne' right, and stay the hell up out of mine
I'm out my mind, tryin' to fix it before I'm out of time
Don't worry 'bout me, God got me, bruh, I'm doing fine
Another year in prison, promise this is it for me
Tryna make it through the storm, should be makin' history
No feeling sorry for me, keep ya pity and ya sympathy
Good or bad, take it like a man, whatever meant for me
How I did it make 'em hate my spirit, they wish they could kill it
And they'll take it however they can get it
Wanna see me fulla misery, walking wit' my head down
"Let's decapitate 'im, then we'll see if he can wear his crown"
(The F.A.M.E.)
I wake up and feel empty
Shit make you want to squeeze your Glock until it's empty
I'm already standing on the edge, so don't tempt me
Fake motherf-ckers envy
(The F.A.M.E.)
I wake up and feel empty
Shit make you want to squeeze your Glock until it's empty
I'm already standing on the edge, so don't tempt me
Fake motherf-ckers envy
(The F.A.M.E.)
I wake up and feel empty
Shit make you want to squeeze your Glock until it's empty
I'm already standing on the edge, so don't tempt me
Fake motherf-ckers envy
(The F.A.M.E.)
I wake up and feel empty
Shit make you want to squeeze your Glock until it's empty
I'm already standing on the edge, so don't tempt me
Fake motherf-ckers envy
(The FAME)

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Mary J Blige - Ain't Nobody

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Mary J Blige Lyrics Ain't Nobody

Captured effortlessly
That's the way it way
Happened so naturally
I didn't know it was love
The next thing I felt was you
Holding me close
What was I gonna do? I let myself go
And now we're flyin' through the stars
I hope this night will last forever
I've been waitin' for you
It's been so long
I knew just what I would do
When I heard your song
Filled my heart with your bliss
You gave me freedom
You knew I could not resist, I needed someone
And now we're flyin' through the stars
I hope this night will last forever, oh...
Ain't nobody
Loves me better
Makes me happy
Makes me feel this way
Ain't nobody
Loves me better than you
I wait for night time to come
And bring you to me
Can't believe I'm the one
I was so lonely
I feel like no one could feel
I must be dreamin'
I want this dream to be real, I need this feelin'
I make my wish upon a star
And hope this night will last forever
Ain't nobody
Loves me better
Makes me happy
Makes me feel this way
Ain't nobody
Loves me better than you
At first you put your arms around me
Then you put your charms around me
I can't resist this sweet surrender
Oh my nights are warm and tender
We stare into each other's eyes
And what we see is no surprise
Got a feeling most will treasure
And a love so deep we cannot measure
Ain't nobody
Loves me better
Makes me happy
Makes me feel this way
Ain't nobody
Loves me better
Makes me happy
Makes me feel this way
Ain't nobody
Loves me better
Makes me happy
Makes me feel this way
Ain't nobody
Loves me better than you

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Black Star Fix Up Lyrics

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Black Star Fix Up Lyrics

[1^st Verse : Yasiin Bey]
Fix up, look sharp, yo
I resolve, me and mine involved
A lot of cats talk live, they ain't live at all
Sideline check, hush when it's time to ball
Said you was charged an' all, I'm surprised at y’all
You could have a thousand rhymes, a thousand dimes
The house to shine, coupes on the routes recline
Be on Greenwich Mean, Beech Street, or Mountain time
But weigh it up, duke your power ain’t a ounce of mine
You're down for mine, ashy and ground for mine
Yasiin so clear, true, pronounce divine
Pull down ya blinds, shade them out or shine
Everything from Bangkok to Bucktown is mine
Say Black Star, great things sprout to mind
Full moons and starry nights, new life and true light
Desert flames and ancient names, cinematic classic frames
Beautiful and fantastic things
Like peace, equality; Allah see everything
Don't call it a comeback, I was home anyway
Ain't missed a measure for all any time we been away
Travelling man I carry home with me every day
Bey, slim body push heavy weight
Fix up look sharp, elevate
And I don't mean Copperfield or David Blaine
We on solid ground and far above the clouds
Black Star

[2^nd Verse : Talib Kweli]
The wait is over, or is it overweight
The game is bloated, there's no escape
They sub-standard, we substantial
We got the great names, they got them love handles
We slimming down, trim the fat
Sit it down with all that chitter-chat
You talking this and that, simmer down
Got my name in your mouth, spit it out, son
The music so powerful, use it to see the parallels
I could make it rain but I make it plainer than Malcolm does
Black Star, baby powder fresher than the talcum, yup
People charged up, yup, we good with or without the plug
You doubted us, but you're still hating – wow, I'm proud of ya!
Committed to your cause and it's caused you to be a sourpuss
Ain't a number that could measure your level of cowardice
You Power Puff, you pale in comparison, don't get out enough
Turn up the motherfuckers, the speakers ain't nearly loud enough
Black Star rocking it, Chaka would be proud of us
You had enough, callous as shallow and narrow-mindedness
Preparing for the battle, the shadows is where you finding us
You trying to bust, you dead, you synthetic as a designer drug
The populace is ignorant thank you for reminding us
Separate myself from these rappers who hustle backwards
Yup, they got zero property, like the laws of algebra

[Hook: Yasiin Bey]
Fix up look sharp
Black Star, good God
And when the sky look dark
Shine a light, look ahead, look up

[3^rd Verse : Both]
Malcolm X and Marley Marl, the word of God, the works of art
Portraits of the brain and other unexplained phenomenon
Shut down Babylon, smash all automaton
Feel the beat, got 'em feeling geeked like it's Comic-Con
Far from the hardy-har, more like a Tomahawk, rocket launch
Ali right cross knock they choppers off
Kweli and Mr. Bey, fresh not from concentrate
Looking very sharp today – thank you brother, Danke Schoen
Crowd working more than German engineering
And all the frequency they thought they hear the interference
Flashes of the spirit
Seekers of the clearing
They say that the tongue is the mirror of the heart so mirror mirror
Look, in that window is a freedom fighter's grandson
Fixed up looking sharp, automatic handgun
Look, parade, caravan, diplomat, degenerate
Messiah, pariah, the leader of the syndicate
Peace treaty written in loophole penmanship
Same rows, two sides, palaces and tenements
Dispossesed made a tongue noble open the lonely heart
Peel apart, come together, come together, peel apart
Come together

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Mac Miller What If Lyrics

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Mac Miller What If Lyrics

[Chorus:]
What if I'll never make it?
What if I'm never famous?
What if, I'm broke
And my whole life is been a joke?
What if nothing never happens?
What if I gotta stop rapping?
What if, what if, what if this is it?
What if I never got the chance to tell the world what I gotta say?
When I'll die all I do is just ride away
I tried to talk about my life in every song
So you have a little something to remember when I'm gone.
I tell you like this, I ain't pretending in the…
But I tell you that I'm working and I'm getting very strong
It won't b long 'till you hear me on the radio
But in my head I got ways to go
But I'mma take it slow, this is the way to blow
So any place I go, I know my bank can …
I'm taking notes, I am hip hop
It replaces my soul if I sing to the bottom and make a flow.
I heard the real world's cold, I'mma take your coat
Be prepared, and be aware …

[Chorus:]
What if I'll never make it?
What if I'm never famous?
What if, I'm broke
And my whole life is been a joke?
What if nothing never happens?
What if I gotta stop rapping?
What if, what if, what if this is it?
Expectations picking, they wonder what I'm about to do
Sport interest, music I can count on you, right?
Do I have it all twisted? I went from popular to… in an instant
My friends forgot me cause they probably seen me on…
In an… where I should be out at a party!
It drives me crazy, money is the due
Insomnia I could wait.. something I can do to put the work in it…
Failure getting jealous, throwing dirt upon my name
Burning up my pain, but I'm working through my pain
Cause life's hard, 'till you learn it's just a game!
Play your cards, use your letters on your scrabble board
If you're small, put your heart into your rapping more
No money? why the f-ck you're counting for?
A thousand.. trying to get up my allowances.

[Chorus:]
What if I'll never make it?
What if I'm never famous?
What if, I'm broke
And my whole life is been a joke?
What if nothing never happens?
What if I gotta stop rapping?
What if, what if, what if this is it?
*) ?? lyrics incomplete, please give me your love to drop correction

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French Montana Shot Caller Remix Lyrics

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French Montana Shot Caller Remix Lyrics

[Chorus]
Shawty got potential I could be her sponsor
Met her backstage at a summer jam concert
Hair like Rihanna, shoe game was awesome
Could tell by her aura she want a shot caller
Wanna be with a baller shot caller
Could tell by her aura she want a shot caller
Wanna be with a baller, shot caller
Could tell by her aura she want a shot caller

[French Montana]
Dip-dip dippin' in the Phantom, thought they seen a ghost
Try live life baby gon' make a toast
All white drop head just me and Flocka
My new deal sweeter then Peach Ciroc
I took over the streets didn't miss a block
Did it for NY baby shoutout BIG and Pac
Can I hit it in the condo, can I hit it in the morning like Alonso
Shawty got potential, knew I had to stamp her
Ass like Nicki hair like Amber (coke boy baby)
Coke boy till they bury me
R.I.P the homie Heavy D

[Chorus]
Shawty got potential I could be her sponsor
Met her backstage at a summer jam concert
Hair like Rihanna, shoe game was awesome
Could tell by her aura she want a shot caller
Wanna be with a baller shot caller
Could tell by her aura she want a shot caller
Wanna be with a baller, shot caller
Could tell by her aura she want a shot caller

[Diddy]
Dippin' in the 'gatti, billboards in Tokyo
Worth about a billion and still run the city
What you really thought I wasn't comin' through
I invented ballin, the shot callin'
Ciroc boy, top 10 hitter
Like she came with the car, left the lot wit' her
Can I hit it on the jet, racks flying? autograph signin'
Shawty kinda flashy I could be her sponsor
Hair like Cassie shoe game is awesome
We on that Ciroc, Redberry with the red bottom
NY we the headline, bitch I'mma baller !

[Chorus]
Shawty got potential I could be her sponsor
Met her backstage at a summer jam concert
Hair like Rihanna, shoe game was awesome
Could tell by her aura she want a shot caller
Wanna be with a baller shot caller
Could tell by her aura she want a shot caller
Wanna be with a baller, shot caller
Could tell by her aura she want a shot caller

[Rick Ross]
Put the coupe on a pair of Chuck Tailors (ughh)
Bought the block, no love for the neighbors
Top down praying to my lord an' savior
We on the floor, Pacquaio the worlds greatest
Boxin' niggas all I ever did was bob and weave
Now the crib 8 mill that's on everything
Give me props and keep it real ya man hatin'
Not the crib she couldnt get past the landscapin'
Cranberry ? I had 'em hand made
Double M Genius, even the band playing,
Scarface 500inch flat screen
Stack cream now the Maybach net green

[Chorus]
Shawty got potential I could be her sponsor
Met her backstage at a summer jam concert
Hair like Rihanna, shoe game was awesome
Could tell by her aura she want a shot caller
Wanna be with a baller shot caller
Could tell by her aura she want a shot caller
Wanna be with a baller, shot caller
Could tell by her aura she want a shot caller

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Ludacris Can You Buy That Lyrics

Ludacris - Can You Buy That Lyrics

[Chorus:]
Mutherf-cker can you buy that? (buy that, buy that)
I could buy that!
Mutherf-cker can you buy that? (buy that, buy that)
I could buy that!
Mutherf-cker can you buy that? (buy that, buy that)
Awww, here this nigga Luda go again talking ’bout how much money he got
[Verse 1 - Ludacris]
Luda! oh no, don't try that
Twenty million dollar crib muthaf-cker I could buy that
You can see me in a fly lap
Maserati's, Lamborghini's or a mutherf-ckin' Maybach
Lay back making pay stacks
Conjure on the rocks, don't chase that
Buss all in your bitch face, and like Puff, tell her take that, take that!
Champagne by the boatload
Keep a bottle of a Veuve Clicquot in a choke hold
I’m rough I choke hoes, cockin’ a magnum like 44′s
Get it? I’m loco! I know people mob like no does
All night with the door closed
Women jumpin' on my stick like pogo's
Higher, my rubbers all rotate like tires
I f-ck the bitch before I f-ck you
Damn right I'm tired!
I'm filthy rich, bitch, go spend some mula
I went to the dealership and the Ferrari dude was like errr Luda?
[Chorus]
Mutherf-cker can you buy that? (buy that, buy that) [x5]
I could buy that!
Mutherf-cker can you buy that? (buy that, buy that)
I could buy that!
Mutherf-cker can you buy that? (buy that, buy that)
Big Bank take Little bank nigga, I could buy that
Mutherf-cker can you buy that? (buy that, buy that)
Your money is my money
I can buy that!
[Luadcris - Verse 2]
I can buy that shit
No nigga can even deny that shit
Pull up at the light in a Harley and a Bugatti
Whatever you driving you better hide that shit
Oh, f-ck your life, kill yourself nigga
Go buy a casket, and kill yourself nigga!
You can find me freaking a Puerto Rican
Or down in Panama with the stamina of an athlete
Overlooking the women in Guatemala, Tahiti
They in bikini's I'm running them like a track meet
Bloaw! Ready, set go, I'm so outrageous
Yo’ money is tied up, bitch my money is the dominatrix
Yo’ money's funny, my money's mean
Yo’ money's scummy, my money’s clean
Yo’ money is…stupid
My money is "get over here, finish him. haduken"
[Chorus:]
Mutherf-cker can you buy that? (buy that, buy that)
I could buy that!
Mutherf-cker can you buy that? (buy that, buy that)
I could buy that!
Mutherf-cker can you buy that? (buy that, buy that)
Awww, here this nigga Luda go again talking 'bout how much money he got

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