Rick Ross King Of Diamonds Lyrics

Rick Ross King Of Diamonds Lyrics

Rick Ross King Of Diamonds Lyrics
Somebody call the brinks truck, the boss back
Somebody call the brinks truck, the boss back
Somebody call the brinks truck, the boss back
Somebody call the brinks truck

[Hook]
Rozay, hugh
Rozay, hugh
Rozay, huuu
Rozay, hugh
Rozay, hugh
Rozay, huuu
Rozay
Rozay

[Verse 1]
I got the baddest b!tches waiting on a nigga
I got these p-ssy niggas hating on a nigga
Since they wanna talk, I went and bought another chain
Forty cars, I gotta put em in my momma name
Heli-pad on my crib, my money outta here
Love my daughter to death, ten karats in her ear
Heavy ammunition for you f-ck boys
Heavy ammunition for you f-ck boys
I’m getting paid, I put that on my daddy grave
Got two hundred thousand in my Chevrolet
I’m the king of diamonds, my chain still speaking Ebonics
If she selling that p-ssy, bring it to baby, I got it
Pop a chicken in that grease and make one into two
All these rides in my yard, my shit a carnival
I got a club, here or ‘ye
So show me love, it’s only Rozay

[Hook]
Rozay
Rozay, hugh
Rozay, hugh
Rozay, huuu

[Verse 2]
You gotta separate yourself from f-ck boys
Can’t even drop your diamond dish, your ass so paranoid
I’m floating in my shit like I’m in a parade
Ho, you better take notice, I spent ten on the paint
Waving at these b!tches, and I know these niggas ho-ish
Take your b!tch to get limit, pop her in a new Lotus
I’m so rich, I mean I’m so rich
If it’s less than ten stacks, to me it’s ho shit
It’s time to step your game up
Gotta run your credit just to bring my name up
Twenty million, nigga, look in my face
It’s only one Rozay

[Hook]
Rozay
Rozay, hugh
Rozay, hugh
Rozay, huuu
Rozay, hugh
Rozay, hugh
Rozay, huuu
Rozay

[Outro]
The Boss back, somebody call the brinks truck

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Rihanna We Found Love Remix Lyrics

Rihanna Ft. Flo Rida We Found Love Remix Lyrics

Rihanna We Found Love Remix Lyrics

Flo Rida!
You know I got love for you
See what happened was we in Bahamas
I remember it was the ox summer, oh
So pretty I ..girl nice to meet you what’s the honor
Yeah she tap me told me she Rihanna
Y’all know mine mine .. wanna touch her
Gotta love her
The chain mam let me ..
Let’s truth let me tell you what the color was

Yellow diamonds in the light
I was standing side by side
As your shadow crosses mine
What it takes to come alive

It’s the way I’m feeling I just can’t deny
But I’ve gotta let it go

We found love in a hopeless place
We found love in a hopeless place
We found love in a hopeless place
We found love in a hopeless place
Found love I think we found us

Wanna ..the wind all around us
I was hoping that the ..
And everything ..till I time up
I can do..about the pound of
..even crown you ..she was hot hot hot
Damn with the .. know she ..magnum
Started like get a DJ a magnum
I start like .. strong on
I’m a quick battle ..so I chick better
It’s a party rockin like a Mick Jagger
Got ..Barbados ..in the light shine in ..

Shine a light through an open door
Love and life I will divide
Turn away cause I need you more
Feel the heartbeat in my mind

It’s the way I’m feeling I just can’t deny
But I’ve gotta let it go

We found love in a hopeless place
We found love in a hopeless place
We found love in a hopeless place
We found love in a hopeless place

She will tell you what the color was
Rihanna ..what the color was

Yellow diamonds in the light
I was standing side by side
As your shadow crosses mine

You know I got love, you know I got love
We found love in a hopeless place
You know I got love, you know I got love
We found love in a hopeless place
You know I got love, you know I got love
We found love in a hopeless place
You know I got love, you know I got love
We found love in a hopeless place

Found love I think we found us
Wanna ..the wind all around us
I was hoping that the ..
And everything ..till I time up
I can do..about the pound of
..even crown you ..she was hot hot hot
Damn with the .. know she ..magnum
Started like get a DJ a magnum
I start like .. strong on
I’m a quick battle ..so I chick better
It’s a party rockin’ like a Mick Jagger
Got ..Barbados ..in the light shine in ..

We found love in a hopeless place
We found love in a hopeless place
We found love in a hopeless place
We found love in a hopeless place

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Chris Brown Mona Lisa Lyrics

Chris Brown Mona Lisa Lyrics

Chris Brown Mona Lisa Lyrics
(Ft. Kevin McCall)

[Chris Brown]
Girl you wanna play with me baby
Money ain't a thing cause I got paper
I'm looking at your body
You about to get exactly what you came for
Now I can throw it up throw it up
Break it down down down
Even if it ain't loud she gets me aroused
Slow it up slow it up slow it down
You the shit you the shit
Go ahead play with it baby
Cause I'ma keep my hands to myself
And my back on the wall
Now I'm playing with it baby
I know you don't give a f-ck
Cause you gon' get your money up

[Chorus]
I, I, I
Get your ass up on that pole
Get this money in my hand
I, I, I
All this money dripping on you
Like paint from a Mona Lisa
Drop it to the flo' b!tch
All this money dripping on you
Like paint from a Mona Lisa

[Kevin McCall]
I f-cked with my first b!tch
I upgrade my second broad
Corporate my credit card
Vintaged out my f-cking watch
Vintaged out my f-cking cars
No... just f-cking yacht
Your new b!tch, my old b!tch
You can have the hoe cause she talk a lot
Now get your ass up on this pole, you can get this money
Now I got them carats, I got all them playboy bunnies
?? I'm throwing them honies
Racks on top of racks and they backs look like...

[Chris Brown]
And they ass big as some mountain
Put my drink on it, she cold
My zipper down but my money up
Better get your ass up on that pole
Two mo' shots then I'm out, black, black then I reload
Got might earn 20 more, get yo ass up on that pole
Damn look at like Keisha getting that money just like a zesta
All of these bunnies hopping and popping
You fighting to get up in my 2 seater
My chain, 6 rings

[Chorus]
I, I, I
Get your ass up on that pole
Get this money in my hand
I, I, I
All this money dripping on you
Like paint from a Mona Lisa
Drop it to the flo' b!tch
All this money dripping on you
Like paint from a Mona Lisa
I don't make it rain
Nigga I make a monsoon like a tidal wave
Me taking 23 shots, that's a MJ
I mean a fadeaway, we 'bout to fadeaway
She said she like my pants
I think she like my pockets
B!tch I'm in the building counting millions
You should try it
Yeah what d'you mean
She tried to kiss me, I said stop it
Put that money in the face then she get that p-ssy popping

[Chorus]
I, I, I
Get your ass up on that pole
Get this money in my hand
I, I, I
All this money dripping on you
Like paint from a Mona Lisa
Drop it to the flo' b!tch
All this money dripping on you
Like paint from a Mona Lisa

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Fabolous Unfuckwitable Lyrics

Fabolous Unfuckwitable Lyrics

Fabolous Unfuckwitable Lyrics

[Hook:]
[Red Cafe]
All the b!tches say, "I'm unfuckwitable"
The real niggas say, "I'm unf-ckwitable"
[Fabolous]
Twenty-four seven, three sixty five
How the game dead when I'm still alive?
[Red Cafe]
Live b!tches say, "I'm unfuckwitable"
Real niggas say, "I'm unf-ckwitable"
[Fabolous]
Twenty-four seven, three sixty five
How the game dead when I'm still alive?

[Verse 1: Red Cafe]
Hold up, I'm hotter than a fugitive
America's most wanted, that swag lucrative
Unf-ckwitable, slanging that mineral
Talking that g talk, living like a general
Ten bottles in the club sound like the minimal
My niggas them killas for real, I'm talking federal
It's f-ck you, it's f-ck you, never no subliminal
Stacking ones every day, active criminal
Me and twenty million cash look identical
If you broke and you in the streets, you suckers pitiful
Hoes say they love a nigga after they f-ck a nigga
But I ain't looking for love, that's for s-cker niggas
Let him be your man, I'll gladly be the other nigga
Cuddle with dog all winter, I'm your summer nigga
Hustle from sunup, hustle til the sun down
Bullshit aside, I'm the realest killer in town
Most the niggas in the streets, they know how I get down
Bad b!tch riding shotty when the top let down
Look, as a young boy I used to have hoop dreams
Now I'm like Shaq, I still got hoop dreams

[Hook:]
[Red Cafe]
All the b!tches say, "I'm unf-ckwitable"
The real niggas say, "I'm unf-ckwitable"
[Fabolous]
Twenty-four seven, three sixty five
How the game dead when I'm still alive?
[Red Cafe]
Live b!tches say, "I'm unfuckwitable"
Real niggas say, "I'm unf-ckwitable"
[Fabolous]
Twenty-four seven, three sixty five
How the game dead when I'm still alive?

[Verse 2: Fabolous]
I ain't feeling niggas, I ain't that sentimental
I got no words for 'em, let's just keep it instrumental
I put it down where I stay, word to incidentals
And guess who opened the door you niggas entered in through?
Y'all would never measure up using my ruler
You're more soft than a second-year high schooler
My nigga Hov told me finish my breakfast
And now I'm looking at you niggas like breakfast
French toast, turkey bacon
Shit's in bad shape, too many squares circulating
Money talks and y'all voices are unheard
When they ask about us, one word
Unf-ckwitable, we be in the town too
That's why them boys call us the not-f-cking-around crew
Brooklyn keep on taking it, known to get our divo on
When you touch down, bow down, get your Tebow on
You won't say it in the street, don't say it in your tweets
You won't say it when we meet, don't say it on them beats
Real nigga shit, RNS
Last night was a movie, starring us

[Hook:]
[Red Cafe]
All the b!tches say, "I'm unf-ckwitable"
The real niggas say, "I'm unf-ckwitable"
[Fabolous]
Twenty-four seven, three sixty five
How the game dead when I'm still alive?
[Red Cafe]
Live b!tches say, "I'm unfuckwitable"
Real niggas say, "I'm unf-ckwitable"
[Fabolous]
Twenty-four seven, three sixty five
How the game dead when I'm still alive?

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Mac Miller Jerry's Record Store Lyrics

Jerrys Record Store Lyrics Mac Miller

Mac Miller Jerry's Record Store Lyrics

In your old man voice
Yeah, a one two, a one two
For one two, for one two
For one two, for one two
For one two, for one two
Uh uh nothin' but rhymes its quite simple
Hey its what I create to eliminate the hate
Illuminate the night in the lightning
UFO sightings leave em unidentified
Steady I be getting high
You ain't got no herbal I'ma lend you mine
Its doctor Octagon call him young phenomenon
I leave these rappers starving like its Ramadan
You are the wackest my style holographic
Had to put my city on the map shit
If you a fat kid go get active
If you a bad b!tch then be a actress
Rap ease carnage, my family aint the Partrige
Wh0re tricks flawless like trapeze artists
Take my life and put it in a photo album
How much money do I got? I don't know who's countin'
Fake mouthaf-cka's round me I could do without them
You keepin' it a hundred I could use a thousand
I'm comin' now, call a truce
I got a lot but, not to lose
I'm the shit makin' hits call me Doctor Luke
And prescribing you a vibe for that awful mood
Why you sad all the time?
Jump off a roof
While I'm kicking it with Q-tip and ?
Tryna put me down well that's few tell woo shell
Supernatural message got you spooked out
Believe in God but don't believe religion
Saying its the truth but never really listened
That's another conversation though
Walking on the pavement home find a way to go
Maybe one might take the word Robert Frost
Blowin' out steam but its all exhaust
We comin' for your dollars better call the cops
You want a war? we got a nuclear holocaust
Yo E how many bars is that
Is it enough to give these haters all heart attacks
I been writing on the paper
Gave me carpal tunnel
Couple billion people are they all gon' love you?
Hell no hell no
I be grindin' though rain sleet hail snow
Sticking to my word like its Velcro
On some shell toes
What else yo
Dope shit, go crazy
Kinda like the internet over Hov's baby
My girl tell me Mac you a wierdo
I guarantee that baby be a super hero
This ain't nothin' but comes rhymes from my mind
That been stuck inside since the
Beginning of time
Chemical romance, slow dance with no pants
If I got my eyes on her playa you got no chance
This some simple shit I'm sure they fear
I'm just trying to explore whats real
Child of the blues never liked school
Been miseducated so word to Laura hill
Music is my outlet walking through the polo store
In the studio wondering what I go home for
In my own world when I close the door
To the booth, young and searching for the truth
Like that, like that, like that, like that
And a little bit of this and a little bit of that
I just spit a rhyme tell me that I kick a rap
And if you got time, you can sit down
Listen to me now, pass the flow around
Hey that's some cypher shit, I know you like that shit
Freestyle in the air go and write that shit
I don't write that b!tch I got ill flows
Yeah I'm ill yo
And this is real yo
Mac Miller, gon' kill those flows
Bouncing up and and down Yoyo's
Head to ya toes
In the paint throwin' bows

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Bruno Mars All I Need Lyrics

Bruno Mars Lyrics All I Need

Bruno Mars All I Need Lyrics
(Ft. Master Shortie)

[Chorus:]
Sugar, coco and honey
Hey y'all Bruno Mars
That's why you taste like to me
And all I need is to sex to wash it down
Ooh come here girl right now

I'm a British boy so I do British things
Like nibble on your earlobe but let your body sing
You're my violin and I'm a string
With every breath you take I won't let it sting
So let me in open your doors
What yours is mine, what mine is yours
Where's your p-ssy give me your paws
And I won't mind if it's you going through my drawers
Keep it clean 'cause we're gettin in a mess
Baby girl yeah you're better in the flesh
I heard from your friends that I'm better than your ex
And if I'm real then I'm better than your next
Banofee pie you my sweet tart
That's one of the reasons that you're my sweetheart
So when I meet arse we beat fast
Why don't we just take it slow
So we last

[Chorus:]
Sugar, coco and honey
That's why you taste like to me
Now all I need is your sex to wash it down
Ooh come here girl right now

The world is ours
Put your head back see the stars
I like you just the way you are like Bruno Mars
I know I can, call me Nas
I love your thighs I love your arse
Now give me your flower 'cause I'm a human vase
And I'm about to ride without a pass
I hope ...can keep a secret before I ask
Oh no oh no you're burning my tongue just like a cocoa
Oh no oh no I think you need some cream upon you
You think I got chick what's her name
I ain't lying you're my main
You're the only picture inside my frame
Let's wash it down with sex not champagne

[Chorus:]
Sugar, coco and honey
That's why you taste like to me
Now all I need is your sex to wash it down
Ooh come here girl right now

Sugar, coco and honey
That's why you taste like to me
Now all I need is your sex to wash it down
Ooh come here girl right now

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Jay-Z Ft. Blue Ivy Carter Glory Lyrics

Jay-Z Ft. Blue Ivy Carter Glory Lyrics

Jay-Z Ft. Blue Ivy Carter Glory Lyrics
[Hook]
The most amazing feeling I feel
Words can't describe the feeling for real
Baby I paint the sky blue
My greatest creation was you, you
Glory

Ooooh Glory

[Verse 1 : Jay-Z]
False alarms and false starts
All made better by the sound of your heart
All the pain of the last time
I prayed so hard it was the last time
Your mamma said that you danced for her
Did you wiggle your hands for her?
Glory, Glory, Glory, Sorry
Everything that I prayed for
God's gift, I wish I would've prayed more
God makes no mistakes, I made a few
Rough sledding here and there, but I made it through
I wreak havoc on the world, get ready for part 2
A younger, smarter, faster me
So a pinch of Hov, a whole glass of Bey

[Hook]
Glory
The most amazing feeling I feel
Words can't describe what I'm feeling for real
Baby I paint the sky blue
My greatest creation was you

[Verse 2 : Jay-Z]
Your grand pop died, a nigga fell yeh
Then he died of liver failure
Deep down he was a good man
God damn, I can't deliver failure
Bad ass Lil Hov
2 years old, shopping on Savile Row
Wicked ass Lil B
Hard not to spoil you rotten looking like little me
The most beautifulest thing in this world
Daddy's little girl
You don't yet know what swag is
But you was made in Paris
And mama woke up the next day and shot her album package
Last time the miscarriage was so tragic
We was afraid you disappeared
But nah, baby you magic (voila)
So there you have it, shit happens
Make sure the plane you on is bigger than your carry on baggage
Everybody goes through stuff
Life is a gift love, open it up
You're a child of destiny
You're the child of my destiny
You're my child with the child from Destiny's Child
That's a hell of a recipe
Glory, Glory, Glory, Sorry

[Hook]
Glory
The most amazing feeling I feel
Words can't describe what I'm feeling for real
Baby I paint the sky blue
My greatest creation was you

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Tyga Ft Lil Wayne Faded Lyrics

Tyga Faded Lyrics Ft Lil Wayne

Tyga Ft Lil Wayne Faded Lyrics
[Tyga]
Young Nino, f-ck a bitch in a peacoat
Carlito, Scarface, Al Pacino
Bun B though, Pimp C, R.I.P though
I goes deep in that p-ssy, Dan Marino
She wanna be the one, f-ck her to my own single
Break a b!tch hard, no future Miss Cleo
Snap back, a-a-automatic reload
Flyer than a f-ck-ng beatle, you can't beat 'em
Vampire f-ck up your evening
I pop up and eat lunch, leave you in the cement
Don't believe it, stripe like a f-cking Adidas
The gun Selena, give a n-gga Beiber fever
Real f-ck-ng hot, put it in park
Take a shot, higher than a tube sock
You a bop, give me top top, as I load the guap
Man these n-ggas say I'm fly but to her I'm God

[Hook]
I'm faded faded faded
My n-gga I'm faded faded faded (x7)
And I don't give a f-ck

[Tyga]
F-ck is up, n-gga's stomping in my Chucks
Yeah I make it rain dear, cause I'm all 'bout my bucks
Use the butt up in the front, d-ck up in her cunt
And I put her in her hole, holy, one, quat quat
Ergggh
Super McNasty, why you McLovin
When the b-tch call me daddy
Pimp no caddy, she wish she never had me
Treat her like a dog, called the b-tch Lassy
Young savvy, bang her like Cincinatti
Above average, f-fly like I'm Aladdin
They bend backwards, done the p-ssy at them
I'm Ben Wallace, dunk up in your basket
Balls in the air, no games, I'm serious, double dare
There's too many b-tches, Why these n-ggas wanna stare
Pat Ron up in here, This ain't no beer

[Hook]
I'm faded faded faded
My n-gga I'm faded faded faded (x7)
And I don't give a f-ck

[Lil Wayne]
Mama, there go that monster
Abracadabra, Magic Johnson
My mutherf-cking doctor, said I need a doctor
So I called house, now I am a pill popper
Faded like skinnys, Young Money we winning
I told her if I change, she won't get a penny
Milking this shit, pregnant bitch tities
Bringing home the bacon, I'm f-ckin' Miss Piggy
Loaded like a semi, semi naked pictures
She knows my d-ck, she call it nigga Richard
Prior to me coming, I had to stick my thumb in
I asked one time, smell my finger make you vomit
Flyer than a hornet, the shoe fit I worn it
She tried to jack me off, can't beat it, join it
Tunechi, punechi, that what she call it
Flag Scarlett, I killed it, mourned it

[Hook]
I'm faded faded faded
My n-gga I'm faded faded faded (x7)
And I don't give a f-ck

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Amber Rose Fame Lyrics

Amber Rose Fame Lyrics

Amber Rose Fame Lyrics
(Ft. Wiz Khalifa)

[Verse 1: Amber Rose]
Scrutinize, being blind
Excited by all the lights
The question wasn't made up
Like these rumors were made up
Can't shop for clothes or buy some cigs
Without paparazzi waiting for a flick (I see you)
This is a new situation
Now you're an overnight sensation

[Hook 1]
You're not ready for the fame
Ooooh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
You're not ready for the fame
Ooooh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh

[Verse 2: Amber Rose]
Can't deny it's just fly
Private jets flying high
Rockin' rockin' things you won't see
Tell 'em made by Givenchy
Three years ago, just a girl
Now your name is known around the world
This is a new situation
Now you're an overnight sensation

[Hook 2]
Now you're ready for the fame
Ooooh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Now you're ready for the fame
Ooooh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh

[Verse 3: Wiz Khalifa]
And you made it this year
Coming up so they hate it
Fly first class so they could get mad
You heard what they have to say but you paid it
Now you're busting out, doing your thing
In your face, cuss 'em out
Brag cause you're the one that they fuss about
You's a bad little mother shut your mouth, cause…

[Bridge]
Everything you say will
Will and can be used against you
Everything you say will
Will and can be used against you
Everything you say will
Will and can be used against you
Everything you say
It's all because of the F-A-M-E (F-A-M-E)
You're not ready
You're not ready for the fame
Now you're ready for the fame

[Hook 1]
You're not ready for the fame
Ooooh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
You're not ready for the fame
Ooooh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
F-A-M-E, F-A-M-E, F-A-M-E, F-A-M-E
F-A-M-E, F-A-M-E
Are you ready for the fame?

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Rick Ross Fuck Em Lyrics

Rick Ross Fuck Em Lyrics

Rick Ross Fuck Em Lyrics

(Ft. 2 Chainz & Wale)

[Verse 1 : Rick Ross]
C-note after c-note, put the remix on my kilo
Thought I wouldn't make it, now I'm winning Timothy Tebow
Fourth quarter, I'm back, fourth quarter, in fact
Fourth quarter, that's that, four Ford in all black
I said boss and I meant that, advance, you spent that
Corvette so clean you'll think Bruce Springsteen rent that
Cars just like sneakers, just got me ten pair
Dubai, I been there, but f-ck that, we in here
Roll up and inhale, I live next to Denzel
Alonzo, my condo cost three mil', this shit real
IPhone and iPad, Amex in my gat
Left hand got ten bands, back pocket, four stacks
All I need is bad hoes, all these niggas gon' rat
Half these niggas working now, they knocked it down, they're going back
All I need is Benzos, riding on Lorenzos
Stack my money tenfold, make this my new ten-four

[Hook]
Fuck em, f-ck em, I'm screaming f-ck em
F-ck em, f-ck em, I'm screaming f-ck em
F-ck all you haters
Watch me f-ck all these b!tches
I got eight different Rollies
And they all mint condition
I'm screaming f-ck em, f-ck em, I'm screaming f-ck em
Fuck em, f-ck em, I'm screaming f-ck em
I got five different Benzes
This is my deposition
I'm screaming, "F-ck every witness"
Cause b!tch, I'm big business
I'm screaming f-ck em

[Verse 2 : 2 Chainz]
Me gon hit my boast
Me gon hit my boast
What you know about walking in the Gucci store and they salute?
Chain cost a coupe, coupe cost a crib
Riding with the chopper like it's my friend
This for real niggas only, I still bail with Kobe
Got a sign in my garage that say, "Foreign only"
Forces pouring, on mixtapes I'm touring
See my shit that fire shit, and yo' shit boring
2 Chainz smoking loud like it's a newborn
Dad wasn't around, my father figure was Too Short
New Porsche deuced up, two cups got juice in it
Two forks, two pipes, I could whip it both-handed
My girl is bow-legged, just do it like Bo Jackson
Every beat I'm toe-tagging, tune big as a Volkswagon
Money got me sagging, it really doesn't matter
I run circles round these niggas' world like Saturn

[Hook]
Fuck em, f-ck em, I'm screaming f-ck em
F-ck em, f-ck em, I'm screaming f-ck em
F-ck all you haters
Watch me f-ck all these b!tches
I got eight different Rollies
And they all mint condition
I'm screaming f-ck em, f-ck em, I'm screaming f-ck em
Fuck em, f-ck em, I'm screaming f-ck em
I got five different Benzes
This is my deposition
I'm screaming, "F-ck every witness"
Cause b!tch, I'm big business
I'm screaming f-ck em

[Verse 3 : Wale]
Black Foamposites, it's like we on that outer shit
Riding five deep and I'm as dirty as them congressmen
Sixty-two, without no tint, mission roof of my new shit
Ironic sense, my drive increased, my driver see the profit
Yeah, word, f-ck you niggas, pay me though
Smoke that Mark McGuire strong
Oakland ain't no basic smoke
Shout-out to your lady, a.k.a. MMG favorite ho
Tell that ass the way to go before I show her where to go
No Canseco, and I'm switching lanes at one six oh
A nigga trees fine, a police siren!
Woop woop, nah, that's just Diplo
And you cute, shorty, let's get low
On the low, I'mma talk that jazz
Jungle fever for the night
Horny or white, that's Anglo-Sax

[Hook]
Fuck em, f-ck em, I'm screaming f-ck em
F-ck em, f-ck em, I'm screaming f-ck em
F-ck all you haters
Watch me f-ck all these b!tches
I got eight different Rollies
And they all mint condition
I'm screaming f-ck em, f-ck em, I'm screaming f-ck em
Fuck em, f-ck em, I'm screaming f-ck em
I got five different Benzes
This is my deposition
I'm screaming, "F-ck every witness"
Cause b!tch, I'm big business
I'm screaming f-ck em

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Common Stay Schemin (Drake Diss) Lyrics

Common Stay Schemin (Drake Diss) Lyrics

Common Stay Schemin (Drake Diss) Lyrics

[Hook]
I ride for my niggas dawg, I ride for my niggas
I slide for my niggas dawg, I ride for my niggas dawg

Stay schemin'
Niggas tryna get at me (dawg)
I ride for my niggas
Stay schemin'
Niggas tryna get at me (dawg)
I ride for my niggas

[Rick Ross]
Damn, life so short, f-ck it, I don't wanna go to court
F-ck it, got a budget for the lawyer though
F-ck it, I'm on the run for the money
I'm in the bucket, paid 200 for it
My lil niggas thuggin', even got me paranoid
I'm gettin' money, that's in any nigga category
Double M I got G’s out in California

[Hook]
I ride for my niggas dawg, I ride for my niggas
I slide for my niggas dawg, I ride for my niggas dawg
Stay schemin'
Niggas tryna get at me (dawg)
I ride for my niggas
Stay schemin'
Niggas tryna get at me (dawg)
I ride for my niggas

[Drake]
It bothers me when the Gods get to acting like the broads
Guess every team doesn't come complete with niggas like ours
That's why I see no need to compete with niggas like y'all
I just ask them when you see me you speak up nigga that's all
Don't be ducking like you never wanted nothing
Its feeling like rap changed, there was a time it was rugged
Back when if a nigga reached it was for the weapon
Nowadays niggas reach just to sell they record
Spaghetti bolognese in Appolo lounge
Me and my G from DC that's how I roll around
Might look light, but we heavy though
You think Drake will pull some shit like that you never know
Million dollar meetings in Apollo lounge
Me and my man all Oliver North that's how I roll around
Shawty wanna tell me secrets 'bout a rap nigga
I tell a b!tch its more attractive when you hold it down
Kobe 'bout to lose a hundred fifty M's
Kobe my nigga I hate it, had to be him
B!tch you wasn't with me shooting in the gym
(B!tch you wasn't with me shooting in the gym)
Tell Lucien I said f-ck it I’m tearing holes in my budget
Bag her like we in Publix and take her ass out in public
Ordered it a filet tell her butterfly she'll love it
She used to soda and nuggets she really just out here thuggin'
I'm just hittin my pinnacle you and p-ssy identical
You like the f-ckin finish line we can't wait to run into you
But let me get my mind of that
Young rich muthaf-cker getting mine off rap
with my niggas

[Hook]
I ride for my niggas dawg, I ride for my niggas
I slide for my niggas dawg, I ride for my niggas dawg
Stay schemin'
Niggas tryna get at me (dawg)
I ride for my niggas
Stay schemin'
Niggas tryna get at me (dawg)
I ride for my niggas

[Common]
My motto is: Chicago, b!tch
Everybody know you sweet, what the problem is
Don't play dumb, I'm the one that acknowledged it
Son of a b!tch, I imagine what your father is
She said, "How you make your opponent, the rapper of the moment?"
His style, he don't own it
Acting all hard when he hardly like that
You gon' mess around and make me catch a body like that, ooooh
Don't do it
'Cause every song you make Joe is really hoe music
I heard you said you wasn't a b!tch because you sing
You a b!tch because you cling like a b!tch that's eighteen
Can't say my name but rap about a nigga's wife
You so black and white, tryna to live a nigga's life
I'm taking too long with this amateur guy
You ain't wet nobody, nigga, you Canada dry

[Common Speaking]
Soft nigga, make no mistake, I'm talking to Drake
It's the remix. Rick Ross, Common, and that hoe ass nigga
No, man-to-man, don't hide behind them other niggas
Nah, this man-to-man. You can't run behind them man
This is some real man shit right here

[Destiny's Child]
Say my name, say my name
If no one is around you
If you ain't running game
Say my name, say my name
You acting kinda shady
Why the sudden change?
Say my name, say my name
If no one is around you
If you ain't running game
Say my name, say my name
You acting kinda shady
Better say my name
Better say my name
Better say my name
Better say my name

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Rick Ross Holy Ghost Lyrics

Rick Ross Holy Ghost Lyrics

Rick Ross Holy Ghost Lyrics
(Ft. Diddy)

[Hook : Rick Ross]
They say I'm gettin' money, must be illuminati
Talking to the Holy Ghost, in my Bugatti
He knockin' on the do' don't let the devil in
He knockin' on the do' don't let the devil in (x2)

[Verse 1 : Rick Ross]
Lord knows, that boy done been about it
Lord knows, that boy'll catch a body
Phone ringing, gotta be the Mexicans
Phone ringing, gotta be the Mexicans
Being dead broke is the root of all evil
Get money, my nigga, do good with your people
I got the calico, I got the dynamite
They wanna do it big? Pick a time tonight
Back to these b!tches following my timeline
Back to these crackers following my timeline
Got the phone tapped, I think I'm being followed
Touch him with the holy's ghost, can you hear me father?

[Diddy]
Father, please protect me from brokeness
And b!tch ass niggas, B!tch ass b!tches too
Keep 'em away

[Hook : Rick Ross]
They say I'm gettin' money, must be illuminati
Talking to the Holy Ghost, in my Bugatti
He knockin' on the do' don't let the devil in
He knockin' on the do' don't let the devil in
They say I'm gettin' money, must be illuminati
Talking to the Holy Ghost, in my Ferrari
He knockin' on the do' don't let the devil in
He knockin' on the do' don't let the devil in

[Verse 2 : Rick Ross]
Work! That's all my niggas workin' with
Work! That's all my niggas lurkin' with
My teacher told me that I was a piece of shit
Seen her the other day driving a piece of shit
Work! Exactly what I'm screamin' ho
Certified, 8 digit nigga, triple beamin' ho
You talkin' to the holy ghost
I'm smokin' 'til I overdose
When I f-ck she let the p-ssy soak
Even my lawyer be askin is it dope
Never break the code shock me with a million votes
I'm forever dope, touched by the holy ghost

[Diddy]
You see, they hate what they don't understand
Father, forgive them
For they know not what they do
Let's go

[Hook : Rick Ross]
They say I'm gettin' money, must be illuminati
Talking to the Holy Ghost, in my Bugatti
He knockin' on the do' don't let the devil in
He knockin' on the do' don't let the devil in (x2)

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Rick Ross Stay Schemin Lyrics

Rick Ross Stay Schemin Lyrics

Rick Ross Stay Schemin Lyrics
(Ft. Drake, French Montana)

[Hook]
I ride for my niggas dawg, I ride for my niggas
I slide for my niggas dawg, I ride for my niggas dawg
Stay schemin'
Niggas tryna get at me (dawg)
I ride for my niggas
Stay schemin'
Niggas tryna get at me (dawg)
I ride for my niggas

[Verse 1 : Rick Ross]
Damn, life so short, f-ck it, I don't wanna go to court
F-ck it, got a budget for the lawyer though
F-ck it, I'm on the run for the money
I'm in the bucket, paid 200 for it
My lil niggas thuggin', even got me paranoid
I'm gettin' money, thats in any nigga category
Double M I got G's out in California

[Hook]
I ride for my niggas dawg, I ride for my niggas
I slide for my niggas dawg, I ride for my niggas dawg
Stay schemin'
Niggas tryna get at me (dawg)
I ride for my niggas
Stay schemin'
Niggas tryna get at me (dawg)
I ride for my niggas

[Verse 2 : Drake]
It bothers me when the Gods get to acting like the broads
Guess every team doesn't come complete with niggas like ours
That's why I see no need to compete with niggas like y'all
I just ask them when you see me you speak up nigga that's all
Don't be ducking like you never wanted nothing
Its feeling like rap changed, there was a time it was rugged
Back when if a nigga reached it was for the weapon
Nowadays niggas reach just to sell they record
Spaghetti bolognese in Appolo lounge
Me and my G from DC that's how I roll around
Might look light, but we heavy though
You think Drake will pull some shit like that you never know
Million dollar meetings in appollo lounge
Me and my man all Oliver North that's how I roll around
Shawty wanna tell me secrets 'bout a rap nigga
I tell a b!tch its more attractive when you hold it down
Kobe 'bout to lose a hundred fifty M's
Kobe my nigga I hate it, had to be him
Bitch you wasn't with me shooting in the gym
(B!tch you wasn't with me shooting in the gym)
Tell Lucien I said f-ck it I'm tearing holes in my budget
Bag her like we in Public and take her ass out in public
Ordered it a filet tell her butterfly she'll love it
She used to soda and nuggets she really just out here thuggin'
I'm just hittin' my pinnacle you and p-ssy identical
You like the f-ckin finish line we can't wait to run into you
But let me get my mind of that
Young rich muthaf-cker getting mine off rap
with my niggas

[Hook]
I ride for my niggas dawg, I ride for my niggas
I slide for my niggas dawg, I ride for my niggas dawg
Stay schemin'
Niggas tryna get at me (dawg)
I ride for my niggas
Stay schemin'
Niggas tryna get at me (dawg)
I ride for my niggas

[Verse 3 : French Montana]
For new the coupe to the Ghost dawg
Pigeons on the roof like ghost dawg
Dwight Howard on the post dawg
My niggas got the powder through the post dawg
Watch the body tilt when you hit the head
Niggas lost mills tryna beat the feds
10 grams off my last 250 now
Big ass crib, 250 down, damn
Gave my nigga Mac 75
Then gave my nigga penthouse in another 30
F-ck, got me thinking like I'm 75
Damn, nigga ain't even seen 30

[Hook]
I ride for my niggas dawg, I ride for my niggas
I slide for my niggas dawg, I ride for my niggas dawg
Stay schemin'
Niggas tryna get at me (dawg)
I ride for my niggas
Stay schemin'
Niggas tryna get at me (dawg)
I ride for my niggas

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Young Jeezy All We Do Lyrics

Young Jeezy All We Do Lyrics

Young Jeezy All We Do Lyrics
[Verse 1]
I got a b!tch named Banana, p-ssy bananas
That's why I gotta say it again, p-ssy bananas
My little cool ass b!tch, she from the Westside
She let me hit from the back, say that's her best side
Call it her bed side, I call it her wet side
And every time the b!tch cum, she holler, "Westside!"
One Thursday night, met her at Crucial's
You already knowing the rest, the head was crucial
Do this little thing with her tongue that get me so hype
You should see her lips when I'm done, them shits be so white
Nothing ain't soft in my pants, that barrel so long
Each and every time that she call, that shit be so hard

[Hook]
She know what to do, and she know how to do it
How I get her done every time we do it
Ain't gotta ask, baby, getting right to it
Box of Swishers, box of Magnums, running right through it
All we do is smoke and f-ck, smoke and f-ck
All we do is smoke and f-ck, smoke and f-ck
All we do is smoke and f-ck, smoke and f-ck
All we do is smoke and f-ck, smoke and f-ck

[Verse 2]
Yeah, you know it's on after the club, no problemo
Got no problem getting it up, I'm all limo
Yeah, like a black-on-black super-stretch
Trying to break that back, we had super-sex
She say all d!ck is the same, I got a super one
Told her all p-ssy's the same, she got a super one
And when I'm on that trick, I'm going superman
And when I'm on that smoke, I'm going super-HAM
Make a quick stop and a run for blunts and po'boys
When you left your strap in the car? The answer's no, boy
In my wife-beater and boxers, left on my damn chain
Before I left, I put her to sleep - don't play no damn games

[Hook]
She know what to do, and she know how to do it
How I get her done every time we do it
Ain't gotta ask, baby, getting right to it
Box of Swishers, box of Magnums, running right through it
All we do is smoke and f-ck, smoke and f-ck
All we do is smoke and f-ck, smoke and f-ck
All we do is smoke and f-ck, smoke and f-ck
All we do is smoke and f-ck, smoke and f-ck

[Verse 3]
Yeah, you know our conversation is cool, she intellectual
Got turned out at the school, she b!sexual
Show up with my game face on, ready to kill something
Man, that thing get so wet, you think you spilled something
She said she can be anything if we arrange it
She said, boy, you better get back, it's bout to rain here
She said, Young, since this your p-ssy, let's put your name here
Baby girl, since this your crib, let's hide some 'caine here
Think about the business side of it, we both can gain here
Yeah b!tch, I know this your shit, we both can hang here
I told her, listen here, that's my shit so let me hide that
She said, listen here, that's my d!ck so let me ride that

[Hook]
She know what to do, and she know how to do it
How I get her done every time we do it
Ain't gotta ask, baby, getting right to it
Box of Swishers, box of Magnums, running right through it
All we do is smoke and f-ck, smoke and f-ck
All we do is smoke and f-ck, smoke and f-ck
All we do is smoke and f-ck, smoke and f-ck
All we do is smoke and f-ck, smoke and f-ck

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Fabolous She Did It Lyrics

Fabolous She Did It Lyrics

Fabolous She Did It Lyrics

[Hook]
Yeah you got it girl, but what you doing with it
Make it snapback, f-ck a fitted
You know I got it, and you can get it
I told her do that thing I like, and she f-cking did it
She did it, she did it
She did it, she did it
I told her do that thing I like, and she f-cking did it
She did it, she did it
She did it, she did it
I told her do that thing I like, and she f-cking did it

[Verse 1]
Do what I say, f-ck what Simon says
Club Rolex, you know what time it is
Is this the Playa's Club? Cause shorty fine as Diamond is
Ass fat, hair long as Pocahontas
My whole circle shining like a diamond Bezz
We making money, them niggas making promises
They business minded, but they in the wrong line of biz
Cause they busy minding mine instead of minding theirs
I got some medicine that should clear up sinuses
Got some Ciroc, you know what kind it is
She said, "It's yours babe, let's see how mine it is"
Let me test that head out, I wouldn't mind a quiz

[Hook]
Yeah you got it girl, but what you doing with it
Make it snapback, f-ck a fitted
You know I got it, and you can get it
I told her do that thing I like, and she f-cking did it
She did it, she did it
She did it, she did it
I told her do that thing I like, and she f-cking did it
She did it, she did it
She did it, she did it
I told her do that thing I like, and she f-cking did it

[Verse 2]
Make it snapback - Mitchell & Ness
I'm telling Khaled when I see him, cause b!tch you the best
I get you that fly, I get you that fresh
I buy you some clothes just to get you undressed
I love a girl who down to do all the shit you suggest
Doing that thing that I like ain't gon' get you no less
You a G, but that letter don't fit you the best
Girl you got all them curves, so bitch you an S
Them other niggas coming around don't get you impressed
Them losers looking sad, they gon' get you depressed
You wanna ride, but I can't ride with you unless
You take a nap in my lap, girl get you some rest

[Hook]
Yeah you got it girl, but what you doing with it
Make it snapback, f-ck a fitted
You know I got it, and you can get it
I told her do that thing I like, and she f-cking did it
She did it, she did it
She did it, she did it
I told her do that thing I like, and she f-cking did it
She did it, she did it
She did it, she did it
I told her do that thing I like, and she f-cking did it

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Meek Mill I'm A Boss Remix Lyrics

Meek Mill I'm A Boss Remix Lyrics

Meek Mill I'm A Boss Remix Lyrics
(Ft. T.I., Swizz Beatz, Rick Ross, Lil Wayne & DJ Khaled)

[T.I.]
I'm ridin' Dodge, I'm ridin' by
On the westside which side am I?
Beemer 760i, Try me, let off 60 shots
Again we got the city hidin'
Poppin' like it 'posed to be
Hoes who not managing got no business standing close to me
So cold, a ferocious G,
You niggas aint as dope as me, mind you f-ckin' business
Watch ya mouth when you approaching me
I f-ck with hoes who f-ck with hoes who pills and powder socially
I like em or love 'em though, cold heart emotionally
? where the ocean is
Ridin' in a ghost again
Slap you with a lot of spit until she swallow all of it
Call the shots, run the shit
On some big money shit
Serious 'bout my hustle all these cowards on that funny shit
Rappin’ 'bout a bunch of shit
And you aint even done it yet
You the one they gunnin' at
How I'm 'posed to honor that?
You all talk dawg, flow and I ain't having none of that
I'm big boss dawg floss all day, run it back

[Hook - Meek Mill]
B!tch, I'm a BOSS!
B!tch, I'm a BOSS!
I'ma boss, I'ma boss
I play the shots
I call the calls
We in this b!tch
It's goin' downn
Yeah, I'm the king
Now where my muf-cking crown?

[Swiss Beatz]
You a boss, You a boss
You don't care what it cost
You just buy that muthaf-cka and you throw that shit on?
You keep poppin' them tags
We just throw it in bags
And then we hit the f-cking block, we be dropping them rags

[Meek Mill]
Started with a dollar, turn it to an M
Used to ride Impala, turn it to a Benz
Niggas used hate me, turn into my friends
You should see how people treat you when that money coming in
Bad b!tches callin' cause I'm ballin'
And these niggas hatin' on me cause they starving and I'm parking Aston Martin's where they walking
These niggas ain't important, they informants really talking when the people get to honking
I'ma a boss, really, Nino or Al Pacino
Hundred racks on his Rollie, he light up like a casino
Niggas really be fraud, I'ma keep it a c-note
Got jewelers down in Miami
They throw it like Dan Marino

[Rick Ross]
Had a couple seizures, call it minor setbacks
Everybody praying for me, I respect that
Woke up in the hospital, where my checks at?
Then I put 8 chains where my necks at
Hopping in the Ghost I feel I'm dead set
Worth 40 M's so respect that
I put all my jewels on just to bone ya chick
You know the boss well known for leaving bonuses
We making money, may it marinate
When the work clean, cut it like it's carrot cake
D-boys love the way I narrate
I still whip it like it's Anna Mae (HA HA)
Remember momma had a cavalier
Now she living like a Cleveland Cavalier
Better check the stats, we filling arena's
And I got the gat's, Gilbert Arena's

[Hook - Meek Mill]
B!tch, I'm a BOSS!
B!tch, I'm a BOSS!
I'ma boss, I'ma boss
I play the shots
I call the calls
We in this b!tch
It's goin' downn
Yeah, I'm the king
Now where my muf-cking crown?

[Swizz Beatz]
You a boss, you a boss
75, 7 showers on her
Spend about 13 hours on it
757 with the showers on it
We spent about 13 hours on it

[Lil Wayne]
Look, I be probably on my skateboard, tryna learn a new trick
I just f-cked the avatar, now I got a blue d!ck
Money talks, bullshit walks if the shoe fit
You pushing up daisies, daffodils, tulips
I'm in my zone, I'm Angie Stoned
I point the pistol at you like a camera phone
I'm Young money, cash money, I'm not human
Boy, I'm tryna get money money like Mark Cuban
If she don't respect me, she gon' respect this d!ck
The World is an asshole and we the next big shit
Damn right I gang bang, tell ‘em blood up slime
F-ck, I had to say f-ck one time, get it?

[Birdman]
When I came up in this b!tch I was shining every summer
Cook the whole thing, the young nigga doing numbers
Tote two nines, iced out stuntin'
Candy on the ave, candy on the slab
Hundred G's nigga, Cash Money millionaires
Hundred mill nigga, how we flipped it off the ave
Blood rich gang, you know we filled it nigga
The money do swing behind a killer nigga
Catch me uptown puttin’ it down
Moving all around, new fleets with my round
Touch another town, puttin' it all down
Pop a hundred bottles b!tch, we wear the crown

[Hook - Meek Mill]
B!tch, I'm a BOSS!
B!tch, I'm a BOSS!
I'ma boss, I'ma boss
I play the shots
I call the calls
We in this b!tch
It's goin' downn
Yeah, I'm the king
Now where my muf-cking crown?

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Fabolous Black Bird Lyrics

Lyrics Black Bird Fabolous

Fabolous Black Bird Lyrics
[Intro:]
And she know we killing em
And some people don't like it, but she still feeling 'im
My black bird
And she know we killing em
And he ain't always right, but she still feeling 'im
I'mma need you to spread your wings
And fly away with me, baby

[Verse 1]
I'm John Dilli
You play Billie
Ride to that Soul Tape -- "Y'all don't really
Hear me though, y'all don't really hear me though"
Long as I'm with you, babe, it don't matter where we go, yo
Yellow chick, she no canary though
That's my blackbird, she clearly Crow
We met a year ago and you been looking sexy since
Think your E's for "effort", you get E's for excellence
Black excellence, you in all-black
You know who she with, you should fall back
When I was down, baby, you knew I'd crawl back
And when I lost you, you knew I'd call back
Hello? Hey doll, it's me
Never lockouts when you play ball with me
And it's consequences but she understands
That she riding with a wanted man

[Hook]
I don't care about what they gon' say
You already what they gon' play
You my black bird, that ain't gon' change
I need you to spread your wings
To fly away with me, baby
That's my black bird
I need you to fly away with me, baby
That's my black bird

[Verse 2]
We at the safe house, hiding out
Cause all eyes be on us when we sliding out
What if we could get out of here altogether?
Don't pack no bags when we land, hit the mall, whatever
You and me now, no more what you call a job
Gotta take what you want in life, some people call it rob
I get to the money, minute forty seconds flat
It ain't hard to tell, so we expecting rats
But it's me and you against the world
Feel like the odds is in our favor
The smart money's on my baby girl
When others fear, we are at our bravest
Back at it not a hour later
It must suck being our neighbors
And it's consequences, but she understands
That she riding with a wanted man

[Hook]
I don't care about what they gon' say
You already what they gon' play
You my black bird, that ain't gon' change
I need you to spread your wings
To fly away with me, baby
That's my black bird
I need you to fly away with me, baby
That's my black bird

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Rihanna You Da One Lyrics

Rihanna You Da One Lyrics

Rihanna You Da One Lyrics

[Intro]
You da one that I dream about all day
You da one that I think about always
You Are The One So I Make Sure I Behave!
My love is your love, your love is my love

[Rihanna]
Baby, I love you, I need you here
Give me all the time
Baby we meant to be
You got me, smiling all the time

Cause you know how to give me that
You know how to pull me back
When I go runnin, runnin
Tryin' to get away from loving ya
You know how to love me hard
I won't lie, I'm falling hard
Yep, I'm falling for ya but there's nothin wrong with that

[Chorus]
You the one that I dream about all day
You the one that I think about always
You Are The One So I Make Sure I Behave!
My love is your love, your love is my love

You the one that I dream about all day
You the one that I think about always
You Are The One So I Make Sure I Behave!
My love is your love, your love is mine

[Rihanna]
Baby come, tear me now, hold me now
Make me come alive
You got the sweetest touch
I'm so happy, you came in my life

Cause you know how to give me that
You know how to pull me back
When I go runnin, runnin
Tryin' to get away from loving ya
You know how to love me hard
I won't lie, I'm falling hard
Yep, I'm falling for ya but there's nothin wrong with that

[Chorus]
You the one that I dream about all day
You the one that I think about always
You Are The One So I Make Sure I Behave!
My love is your love, your love is my love

You the one that I dream about all day
You the one that I think about always
You Are The One So I Make Sure I Behave!
My love is your love, your love is mine

[Bridge]
And Yes I'm kinda crazy,
That's what happens baby,
When you put it down
You should've give it to me
Good like that,
Should've hit it like that,
Had me yellin' like that
Didn't know you would've had me coming back

You the one that I'm feeling
You the one that I'm loving
Ain't no other, that's like you
No there's just one, one, one
No baby just one, one
I bet you wanna know

[Chorus]
You the one that I dream about all day
You the one that I think about always
You Are The One So I Make Sure I Behave!
My love is your love, your love is my love

You the one that I dream about all day
You the one that I think about always
You Are The One So I Make Sure I Behave!
My love is your love, your love is mine

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XV #EndOfTheWorld Lyrics

XV #EndOfTheWorld Lyrics

XV #EndOfTheWorld Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Let me in your life, let me in your homes
Let me in your stereos and get me in my zone
A hero on the page is what I wanna be the most
But if we follow for a follow, tell me who gon lead us both
Roman numeral flow, wallet full of C's
Turn numbers into the alphabet so I can count G's
The loser who won too like you was counting the 3
After the millions cause they doubted the dream
I ain't lost a thing in this grind but my mind
And reality so harsh how could dreaming waste my time
I just ask mine, hypothetical at times
Wonderin' if my rap minds matter after I flat line?
So I sign out of Facebook and get some real friends
Got off Twitter with niggas and set some real trends
And we gon' get it man while the World spins
Cause everyday they try to say that the World ends

[Hook]
Followers followin', role models modellin'
Niggas throwin' they dollars in and everybody is hollerin
Is it the end of the world yet?
Is it the end of the world yet?
Followers followin', role models modellin'
Niggas throwin' they dollars in and everybody is hollerin
Is it the end of the world yet?
Is it the end of the World yet?

[Verse 2]
Young and invincible, hated by all the principles
Maybe cause all our principles would seem so fictional
Now we live in a world that's so digital
Hashtags at the minimal, niggas act like it's biblical
Typical I watch niggas that's at they pinnacle
And not have one event that felt pivotal
When I was young I was wylin' but always had drive
They suspended my license and then I got fly
Who gon' change the World, not I
But I will influence the mind that does try
That's a Pac line, see how it all goes
We could become a leader after you follow
So sign out of Facebook and get some real friends
Get off Twitter my nigga and set some real trends
And we gon get it while the world spins
Cause everyday they try to say that the world ends
Is it over yet?

[Hook]
Followers followin', role models modellin'
Niggas throwin' they dollars in and everybody is hollerin
Is it the end of the world yet?
Is it the end of the World yet?
Followers followin', role models modellin'
Niggas throwin' they dollars in and everybody is hollerin
Is it the end of the world yet?
Is it the end of the World yet?

[Verse 3]
Ugh, back to Squaria I go
Its our future Odd Future you could never know
Saw a nigga on Twitter say Vizzy will never blow
I guess there are some shit that I'll spit that I never get to show
Over they heads I go
I wrote this on a flight next to this women that was white
She asked me what is that you write, I said a rap song
She said: "really, with sentences that long"
If you think rap is just drugs and gats then you dead wrong
This is the paper my sons college fund is made on
Those college kids at shows in the front row with weight on
We change lives with these lines that they hate on
Spit on tracks like simple jack and then kick back like Fei Long
I just want write somethin' that make you get life from it
Its more than just a Facebook, like or dislike button
So sign out of that and get some real friends
Get off Twitter my nigga and set some real trends

[Hook]
Followers followin', role models modellin'
Niggas throwin' they dollars in and everybody is hollerin
Is it the end of the world yet?
Is it the end of the World yet?
Followers followin', role models modellin'
Niggas throwin' they dollars in and everybody is hollerin
Is it the end of the world yet?
Is it the end of the World yet?

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Meek Mill Lean Wit It Lyrics

Meek Mill Lean Wit It Lyrics

Meek Mill Lean Wit It Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Ugh, In the kitchen goin' ham again
F-ckin' with dem birds like Cam and dem
I'll tell you what's the word when the tan is in
We dem niggas on the curb with dem hammers and
Whole brick throw it on a triple beam
It get hectic we gon' stretch it like a limousine
Ain't no question if I touch it then it's Mr.Clean
I be reppin in yo' section me my nigga Keem
Ghost boys, in a ghost nigga
I burn bread I ain't talkin' toast nigga
Whole team of killers, I'm the coach nigga
Presidential on my wrist, now take ya votes nigga
Rookie of the year, cookies in the rear
I got some bad b!tches that'll get it there
If you don't wanna get it we gon' send 'em there
If it's heavy then Omelly comin' in a Lear
Bricksquad, like Waka and dem
If its gucci like D.Howard get a block for dem
I don't touch I just leave it up to Tock and dem
Meek Mill started wasn't chopper we was poppin den

[Hook]
Lean wit it, rock wit it
Throw some bake up in the pot wit it
Microwave or we gon' we gon' pop whip it
When it get right we drop that ice and make it lock wit it
I tell em lean wit it, rock wit it
Throw some bake up in the pot wit it
Microwave or we gon' we gon' pop whip it
When it get right we drop that ice and make it lock wit it, Ughh!

[Verse 2]
I made a million off a mixtape
Nigga get ya shit straight
I'm sellin that raw shit, you sellin that whip weight
Cookin' up a whole bird until I make my wrist ache
When I pulled up to the club you should’ve seen ya b!tch face, Ughh!
Fifty cash in my pocket
Nigga, I got the stash in my pocket
I'm blowin money fast in my pocket
Said its lookin like I got Nicki ass in my pocket
Talkin' Ass Ass Ass Ass, all I get is cash cash
Club lit my last tag, could've bought a fast Jag
The way these b!tches wavin' at me, you would think a cab passed
Wondered why u hatin' on me, nigga wit 'cho mad ass
Rollie on me cost a whole brick
Killers with me ain't go no pics
These groupie b!tches ain't got no sense
So we make a movie on dem b!tches no script

[Hook]
Lean wit it, rock wit it
Throw some bake up in the pot wit it
Microwave or we gon' we gon' pop whip it
When it get right we drop that ice and make it lock wit it
I tell em lean wit it, rock wit it
Throw some bake up in the pot wit it
Microwave or we gon' we gon' pop whip it
When it get right we drop that ice and make it lock wit it, Ughh!

[Verse 3]
Thirty-six treat it like a dirty b!tch
Cuz I hit it and then send it to the other strip
Call me anything don't call me by my government
Cuz when I'm out 'chea in the jungle we be sellin bricks
Half these niggas in my hood be on some tellin shit
We be on some if you snitchin crack ya melon shit
If I ain't rockin with the Smith its Parabellum shit
Papi bring 'em on the boat they know we sellin shit
Lean wit it, rock wit it
Posted Mac. 11 in the lot wit it
Seven fifty gettin' busy wit a box in it
So when they pull us over they don't find dem Glocks in it

[Hook]
Lean wit it, rock wit it
Throw some bake up in the pot wit it
Microwave or we gon' we gon' pop whip it
When it get right we drop that ice and make it lock wit it
I tell em lean wit it, rock wit it
Throw some bake up in the pot wit it
Microwave or we gon' we gon' pop whip it
When it get right we drop that ice and make it lock wit it, Ughh!

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Fabolous Lord Knows Lyrics

Fabolous Lord Knows Lyrics

Fabolous Lord Knows Lyrics

Your worst nightmare be this verse right here
But good, that's what you niggas get for sleeping on me
I put your favorite rapper in that hearse right there
And I bet his weeping homies won't do shit but call them peoples on me
Hard to keep it real when everybody keep it phony
I'mma keep it Sosa while these niggas keep it Tony
You gotta watch the picture that you painting with your verses
We go in niggas' mouths, I don't know bout b!tches' purses
And what's up with this, "I'm just sayin'" shit?
F-ck-ass you, you shouldn't be saying shit
Problem is, assholes always saying shit
But money talks you ain't got it, then you shouldn't be saying shit
Like Plaxi-ho, oops, I mean Plaxico
Talking bout we get 'em robbed - shut the f-ck up, Cheddar Bob
You know the story, nigga come home, set it sob
Gonna be a hater cause he can't find a better job
Nigga at home, feeling like he out of town
Nigga on the field, feeling like he out of bounds
Welcome to my city, emphasis on my city
That just my opinion, but who really f-cking with me, huh?
Why give a f-ck it makes no sense to give
That Ray J shit got me so sensitive
Big bad wolf dressed in a granny disguise
B!tch nigga, I see through your tranny disguise
Your jeans sagging too low, or your panties too high
You can't touch me, you waiting for your money to drive
And you don't want them niggas in your house though
Trying to see if you got indo'/outdo'
I ain't one to put no info out, no
You start shit, I end shit - intro/outro
You under the influence, I'm over the bullshit
You on a empty tank, I got a full clip
You got the drool dripping from the wolves' lips
Don't have that man talking bout you from the pulpit
Blahsay blah, blahsay blah
Yeah, death comes in threes like menage a trois
Mase quoi, that's the four-door 'rati
My Aston Martin, made that a four-door body
Double pipes, that's my four-door shotty
Sitting but I'm shitting, that's my four-door potty
Ain't too many ride like me, literally
This what separates the majors from the little league
Little me, just trying to be the bigger person
Dr. Bruce Banner, but the nigga version
And you don't want to see me angry
You won't like it when I'm angry
My condolences from the boss
All I could say, sorry for your loss

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Fabolous B.E.T Lyrics

Fabolous B.E.T Lyrics

Fabolous B.E.T Lyrics

(Ft. Jadakiss & Styles P)

[Verse 1: Jadakiss]
Chrome thing on me, chrome on the lotus
I don't trust a motherf-cking soul, and you know this
Cause all these niggas be having is ulterior motives
It be the ones closest to you that hit you the lowest
That's why you gotta watch niggas like B.E.T
Little stupid niggas, they ain't got their G.E.D
But they'll do anything for a fee
And damn near anything for a ki
Yeah, so I keep em in my rearview
You acting like you ready to die

[Styles P]
Be prepared to
[Jadakiss]
They gonna think you had a deal with Nike, I'm air you
Coming through, knocking that Black Rob
[Styles P]
I dare you, yeah
[Jadakiss]
I'll send flowers to your wake
[Styles P]
I'll park a hundred and six bullets in your face
[Jadakiss]
I got a bunch of Roxies and Frees with me
I even gotta watch the niggas that be with me

[Hook: Fabolous]
Gotta watch niggas, B.E.T
You gotta watch niggas, B.E.T
Friends at a distance, enemies close
Sometimes the ones you call friends be who envy the most
Look, gotta watch niggas, B.E.T
You gotta watch niggas, B.E.T
Friends at a distance, enemies close
Sometimes the ones you call friends be who envy the most

[Verse 2: Fabolous]
You gotta watch niggas, B.E.T
Keep your gun every day, I got my G.E.D
Everything's believable, anything's possible
Don't take it from me, ask the niggas in the hospital
You holding up your right hand on the stand
And then you put your right hand in the can
Friends like that, who needs enemies?
I'm f-cking successful, it do breed enemies
Talking all that fly shit lead to gunplay
Tear your ass apart, rip the runway
I ain't with none of the sucker shit that they be with
Want you to pick em up all the time, that's baby shit
That's why when I breeze past, I'm with a broad
Never mind you of Free's ass at the Awards
My advice get your money, don't let it change you
And don't trust shit, even the devil was an angel

[Hook: Fabolous]
Gotta watch niggas, B.E.T
You gotta watch niggas, B.E.T
Friends at a distance, enemies close
Sometimes the ones you call friends be who envy the most
Look, gotta watch niggas, B.E.T
You gotta watch niggas, B.E.T
Friends at a distance, enemies close
Sometimes the ones you call friends be who envy the most

Fabolous B.E.T Lyrics

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